Rose Button finished her encore performance with a flourish. She left the stage while the crowd surged, cheering for her.

Today’s performance had been so intense, more so than usual. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the knots in her back strain. Her tendons pulled taut.

She needed to vent. She needed to do something to relieve this tension and stress. Rose had been feeling this way for some time--this desire to have her body worked over. She had considered a massage, but … that just wouldn’t cut it tonight.

No, she needed to get fucked.

She deserved to be pampered and worshipped.

She worked hard to entertain. It was only right that she be entertained for once. She could hardly hold back her devious smile. Her fans would certainly love to entertain her.

Rose stalked to her dressing room to take a shower before the meet and greet began. She took extra care to rid herself of performance grime. The layers of sweat and glitter disappeared down the drain. She donned sexy lingerie under her typical greeting attire. A spritz of perfume, a sexy smirk at her reflection, and she was on her way back to sign some CDs and posters.

She seated herself behind the table and began. She smiled and made small talk with everyone that came to see her. Did you like the show? What’s your favorite song from the album? Who should I make this out to? The usual. All the while, she eyed the men in line. There were several good contenders. Three men in particular stood out to her as ideal candidates.

It was hard to pick between them.

Rose tapped her marker against her lips. A devious idea came to her mind. She smirked to herself, lifting an eyebrow.

She nodded along to the fan rambling to her, enthusiastically.. The fan’s excited rush was contagious. Rose could hardly sit still. She couldn’t stop chuckling and grinning. 

She didn’t have to make a decision. She could have them all.

Any of her fans in the room would delight in taking her. The stars in their eyes said it all. They loved her. They idolized and adored her. The men in this room would worship her, any of them.

And why would she pick only one? Of the three, Rose deserved to have them all. She was a goddess, after all.

Rose beamed at the camera, striking a pose with the fan in line before her first target.

He approached, eyes wide. He was starstruck. There was a splattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. The constellations between them went well with the stars in his eyes.

He nervously handed over a CD for her to sign. She marked it with her signature, adding a heart at the end.

Rose leaned forward, motioning him closer with a curl of her finger. “There’s a special Q and A after this. You should stay after. I’m only inviting a few lucky fans.” She offered a conspiratorial wink.

“Okay,” he agreed. His fingertips brushed over hers as he took the now-signed CD from her.

His touch thrilled her. She was reminded of all the stress she was about to have fucked out of her.

Rose navigated her way through numerous more interactions before she reached her second target.

“Hey,” she greeted him with her sulkiest voice, “Thanks for coming to the show.” She bit her lip.

He was tall, and easily the most handsome man she had seen in a long time. Maybe it was just her painfully acute horniness, but she just wanted to look at his face until it disappeared between her thighs.

“How could I miss it?” He flashed a toothy grin.

They posed for a casual photo together. After the camera flashed, Rose took one of his hands in both of hers. “There’s a special Q and A after this. Stay for it.”

He tilted his chin down towards her. “How could I miss it?” He smiled. When he withdrew from her grasp, the pads of his fingers brushed over her palms, as lightly as if he had touched her lips.

Her nipples were hard through her t-shirt. It wouldn’t be long now. She was soaking wet and ready for her fans to ravage her.

The third of her targets was at the very end of line. He stood with a group of his friends, joking around with them while they all waited. Their group approached as one, though they took turns interacting with Rose. One would ask for a picture, then another would timidly offer something for Rose to sign. It was cute, how shy they all were being. She had seen them bantering like a group of rowdy drunks, and now they gazed in silent fascination. They stared like they were looking at a god.

Well, she was like a god, wasn’t she? Being a creator and an idol is similar to godhood.

Rose made sure to save the shyest for last. A quiet heartthrob that certainly got her pulse racing.

She signed his poster and handed it back with a folded sticky note she had ready. It read, Congratulations! You have been selected for a private Q&A. Be sure to stay after the signing!

He read the note as the group walked away. He trailed behind them for several steps as he unfolded the note. Then, he stopped dead in his tracks.

He turned around, uncertainty and surprise mixed in his nervous expression.

Rose winked. Her toe traced circles in the air. The anticipation was killing her.

He blushed, then ran up to his friends. The group expressed varying degrees of congratulations and jealousy, then continued on without him.

The room was empty except for those who were invited and those who were paid to be here.

Rose stood. “Alright, guys. Thanks for the good work today.  Go ahead and take a load off. I want to be alone with my special fans.” She stretched her arms over her head. Her shirt rose high enough to show her belly button. Her back made a satisfying cracking down the spine.

Some of her security rolled their eyes and headed for the door. They already knew what was happening. A few cast dubious glances to the number of special fans before following.

The rest had to be prompted by their leader to step outside of the room. “Come on, give them some privacy. We’ll be right outside, Ms. Button.”

There were two types of security. Those who had worked with Rose before, and those who hadn’t.

Rose smiled. She waved as they closed the door, “Thank you.”

“So, boys,” she turned to her three studs. “There’s no special Q and A.”

“There … isn’t?” her shy stud asked.

“No,” Rose grinned. She felt devious. This moment was delicious. “I’m here to get fucked.”

“This isn’t legal,” The tall guy crossed his arms, “You can’t keep us here. We have rights.”

“If word of this night gets out, you will all be sued out of existence,” Rose’s voice lost its sugar-sweet coating, letting the vindictive, animalistic side out. She took a breath, then continued, calmer, “But, if you’re good boys, you’ll keep quiet and treat me like the goddess I am.”

“And why would we do that?” the tall stud challenged.

“Don’t you want to have a night with me that you’ll never forget?”

Her freckle-faced stud nodded enthusiastically, “I do.”

“Then strip,” she commanded.

He flung his shirt off, then started for his belt buckle.

“You’re just going to fuck her because she told you to?” the tall boy demanded. “This is coercion.”

“I literally jack off to this scenario all the time,” Freckles confessed. He pulled his pants down. He kicked his boxers off. His erect penis stood at attention.

“What about you?” the shy stud asked. He held his shirt in his hands. His muscular torso flexed as he fiddled with the material. He had been wearing an old Paramore t-shirt.

“Well,” she grinned, “I was hoping you boys would undress me.”

Freckles moved towards her, eager. “My name is--”

She interrupted, “Not yet.”

He stopped in his tracks. Somehow, his penis seemed to get harder. He blushed, “Sorry.”

The reluctant man heaved a sigh. “Listen, no disrespect, but I would like to leave.”

“Oh, come on.” Rose stood before him, gazing up into his impossibly deep brown eyes. “You can have anything you want from me.”

 “Even your feet?”

 “Sure.”

“Anal?”

“I was hoping for it.”

“You know, you’re being a little presumptuous. Bratty, even.”

“Why don’t you fuck it out of me,” Rose challenged.

“Maybe I will,” his eyes were aflame with something that wasn’t there before. A lust that was as strong as a wildfire in the wind. It was primal, the way he looked at her.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Rose asked. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass?”

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckled. His expression reflected all of her tension back at her.

She pressed a kiss firmly to his lips. She had to stand on the tips of her sneakers to reach.

His arms tenderly encaged her. Her arms tangled behind his neck as she pulled him down to reach better. He went without protest.

Their tongues collided. They nipped and licked at each other. They fought for dominance in their kiss. She swirled her tongue tip around his. She sucked his lower lip while he bit her top lip.

Rose was half convinced that she was leaking her juices through her jeans.

She broke from the kiss. “Strip,” she commanded her two clothed studs.

The tall guy removed his clothes slowly, like he knew her pussy was already drowning and wanted to make sure that he really would find a whole ocean down there.

Her shy guy unbuttoned his pants and hooked his thumbs through the waistband of his boxers. She liked it, how timid he was.

It made her feel powerful.

She grabbed his cock through his jeans. She stroked him firmly, hand moving up and down his strained shaft. “I’m sure you’d feel a lot more comfortable with my hand stroking your bare cock, huh?”

He nodded. Desperately.

“So, pull it out,” she said. “Strip for me.”

He dropped his pants and boxers in one motion and kicked them away. She rewarded him with a few more pumps.

“Good boy,” she cooed. She rubbed her thumb over the head of his dick. He shuddered, eyes half-lidded.

Rose backed up from the three naked men before her. They all had larger than average cocks, though the tall guy had the largest. They were all conventionally attractive. And, most erotically, they were all erect and awaiting her orders with lustful bedroom eyes.

“Come and get me, boys,” Rose winked.

They were on her immediately. They stripped her of her shirt first, hands pulling the pesky fabric out of the way in confused, mismatched unison. Her bra was off next.

One of her boys began worshipping her breasts while another got to work on removing her jeans. A third offered the tip of his cock to her half parted lips.

Rose laughed, breathless. Her shy stud slid his dick between her lips, surprising her. He knelt on top of the table where her unsigned, unsold posters and CDs resided. A few stacks fell off, in a loud crash.

She bent so her shy boy could better fuck her mouth. He slid in and out of her lips slowly. She sucked it, swirling her tongue around the tip when she could.

He collected her hair in his hands so that everyone could see better.

“Fuck,” her most enthusiastic stud stopped jerking himself off and decided to be useful. He lowered his face between her naked thighs. He kissed her sloppily on the belly button, then again right above her pussy’s 5 o’clock shadow. And then, Rose sighed deeply. He slid his tongue into her folds.

He licked her like she was the lid of a pudding cup, like he was trying to get every drop he could of her sweet cream.  He lapped and sucked and nibbled in all the right places. Rose moaned, deep and throaty. It was muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Her tall man knelt beside her, face practically glued to her chest. He kept one hand on each breast, cupping them underneath. He alternated lavishing them with his mouth. He would nibble each tender nipple, then kiss them. He swirled his tongue around her buds. A playful motorboat here and there, followed by more tongue kisses to her erect boobs. He squeezed them. He gave them more kisses. He pushed them together and sank his face in, peppering both tits with well-deserved kisses. His eyes greedily took in the sight of staring up Rose’s body to see her sucking a dick.

The boy that was going down on her added a couple of fingers. He stroked up the length of her vagina to her clit. He rubbed there for a moment before replacing his mouth over the little button. He sucked lightly, flickering his tongue over the bud and under the hood.

Rose moaned loudly, a cock still gently fucking her face. The cock, somehow, got harder as she whimpered around it.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of having three men at once. It was her first time having something beyond a threesome and she loved it. She was the center of attention and pleasure. The world was reduced to the confines of this room. Right now, she was the center of the universe.

With her nipples being gently twisted, and her clit being expertly licked, she was close. She moaned around the cock in her mouth. She sucked desperately, bobbing her head up and down. When her orgasm came, she only latched on further. She rode the waves coursing through her but her moans were muffled.

She let go with a gasp. Her panting breath brushed the tip of the formerly-shy boy’s cock. Rose smirked at him before turning to suck another cock. She moved to reposition herself on all fours in front of him. He knelt before her, giving her perfect access. His hips wiggled back and forth, not fully humping her mouth, but rather barely thrusting. It seemed involuntary, he was so lost in the ecstasy of having her. It was … cute, Rose decided.

Which one was she sucking, again? She looked up at the boy’s grimace of ecstasy to see it was the one she had nicknamed “Freckles.” His eyes were closed as tightly as they could be. His panting was heavy, making his chest rise and fall rapidly.

She felt a tickle on her foot. She giggled and looked over her shoulder. Her shy boy ran a finger over the underside of her foot. He grinned at her deviously, a blush across his cheeks.

“Go on,” Rose encouraged, “Worship me.” She winked and returned to sucking cock.

He massaged her feet while she worked. It was bliss, having her aching soles rubbed. She had been prancing the stage all night, after all. His hands were firm on her feet. He massaged her with his thumbs, pressing deep enough to work out weeks’ worth of tension.

Rose moaned audibly. It was so considerate of him to rub her feet like it was his only duty in the world. She lifted her heels, balancing more on her toes and knees to give him better access.

He kissed her feet. His lips moved softly, like silk. It tickled. The sensation sent a migration of butterflies through her stomach. She giggled around Freckle’s penis. Her shy boy kept kissing, encouraged by her giggling. He even added a little tongue.

He lifted one foot, holding her by the ankle. The not-so-shy-after-all boy licked the underside of her foot from heel to toe. Once he got to the heel, he put his mouth around her big toe. He sucked it far gentler than she sucked Freckles, like he was trying to tickle her. She laughed, breathless.

He moved to her little toes. Each one got its own turn in his mouth, got its own dance with his twirling tongue.  God, Rose was so wet. She had never had her toes sucked like this before. He was attentive and gentle. She could tell he was more interested in how his mouth made her feel, instead of how her body made him feel.

It was so erotic. She couldn’t help but let loose a throaty moan as he started on the toes of her other foot.

The boy in her mouth swore loudly. He watched the show with a glazed look in his eyes and a child-on-Christmas-morning smile. His eyes flicked from Rose’s feet to her mouth, rapidly like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to watch more. Precum leaked from his cock, like a donut that had too much filling. She lapped it up. Though it wasn’t as delicious as a donut, it was a close second.

The third boy had been watching and stroking his cock. He looked as if he were trying to memorize the moment, the way she looked naked on all fours between two other men. He jumped back in. Her tall boy pressed his firm member against her ass, right between the cheeks. Mm, the tall one has a big cock, Rose thought to herself. She rocked backward, pressing into him.

He put his mouth against her ear and whispered. “Rose Button, do you want my cock?” His voice was husky.

Shivers ran down her spine. “Fuck me,” she ordered, though it was more of a whine. She tilted her hips so that her wet pussy rested against the tip of his dick.

He slid into her, plunging as deep as he could. She moaned.

He gave one thrust, rocking her body enough to make her tits clap together. He took a moment to admire the way they jiggled before giving another thrust.

Between the next few thrusts, he took the time to gather all of her hair in his fist. She hummed, pleased.

He gave her hair an experimental tug. She moaned. When he combined hairpulling with sliding out, then rapidly back in, she moaned even louder. Rose couldn’t help herself. She loved getting fucked.

Her stud sped up, thrusting just as deep into her pussy. His cock slid over her deep spot. Rose whimpered, practically melting. He was a fast learner. He tilted his hips so he could better hit the spot. He rammed himself against her pussy walls, leaving her feeling full. She hungered for it. She arched her back. Somehow, she was even more aroused with the deep spot stimulation. Her own juices leaked down her inner thighs.

“Faster,” Rose begged, “Fuck me faster.” She didn’t look at him. Her gaze was fixated on the cock standing at full attention before her face. It longed to burst, but she wasn’t done playing with it.

The boy inside her complied. He braced both hands on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He rocked her hips opposite to his thrusts so they met in the middle. He fucked her firmly, quickly. With each pump, his shaft slid all the way out, leaving only the head inside her. Then he would rock their bodies together in a loud clap of skin hitting skin. He plunged all the way inside like he was diving into a pool. And each time the head of his cock met the walls of her pussy, the pleasure she experienced made her breath shudder.

Rose almost came right then. She gasped loudly, mouth forming that beautiful “oh” shape of pleasure. If she hadn’t already climaxed, she definitely would have. She needed more stimulation if she was going to fuck away all of her tension.

“Put me on the table, sideways,” she commanded her harem.

They lifted her in unison, immediately complying with her demands. She propped her head up on one hand. In a fluid motion, she lifted her top leg straight into the air, perpendicular to the other one. She supported it with her other hand.

“Foot-boy,” she pointed at her shy stud. “You’re going to fuck me in the ass now.”

His eyebrows shot up. “O-okay,” he agreed. His cock was fully erect. He couldn’t get more aroused. Yet, his face suggested otherwise. He looked simultaneously nervous and excited.

She pointed at the guy who had already started fucking her. Her tall man. “You. Keep doing what you were doing.”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he simply slid his cock back in and resumed fucking her.

Rose gasped. “Oh my god!” She giggled, then turned her attention back to her freckled boy. “You get to play with my tits while I continue to suck you.”

He nodded, hands reaching for her erect nipples. He fixed his palms to the center, squeezing the whole mass like a stress ball.

She opened her mouth. He slid himself in.

Her shy boy tapped his dick on her ass cheek. A healthy amount of precum wet the tip. Rose hardly noticed, she was so distracted.

Luckily, she had the foresight to prepare herself for anal. With a little massaging and fingering, he was able to figure out that she had already lubed her ass. He chuckled, “Guess only I need lube, huh?”

“She’s soaking wet enough, I bet you’ll only need a few pumps in her pussy to be ready to fuck her ass.” The tall boy stepped back to let the shy boy have a turn in her.

“Hey, thanks.” He slid his cock inside her easily. He grunted. It was primal.

He fucked her for a few moments. His thrusts were harder and faster. His cock was wider but shorter. For Rose, it was just as heavenly. Her pussy gripped his shaft. She loved the sensation of having her opening stretched.

He pulled out, cock dripping. His head pressed against her asshole. Rose relaxed her ass as he entered slowly. Once he was finally fully encompassed by her, he stayed still, her ass throbbing.

Rose took a jaw stretching break from sucking dick. She looked over her shoulder. “Come on, baby. Fuck me.” She gave him a steamy wink

He moved. His thrusts were slower. He groaned, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Yeah?” Rose giggled, “Why don’t you fix that for me?”

“Oh, fuck.” He closed his eyes. His thrusts were picking up speed. With each one, his balls slapped against her vulva.

She looked at her other fucker. “It was nice of you to give him a turn, but I didn’t say you could stop fucking me.”

He grinned back. “Sorry.” He grabbed her straightened, up-in-the-air leg and guided it to rest on his shoulder. Her foot was next to his ear.

Meanwhile, she let the cock she’d been sucking back inside her mouth. She put her hands on his hips to stop him from thrusting too deeply into her throat. Choking wasn’t something she was looking for today. Other than her depth restrictions, she let him thrust himself into her mouth. His pelvis moved quickly, but with the gentleness of a well-trained dog taking something with its own mouth.

Her men moved independently of each other, fucking her at different paces in all three places. It was overwhelming.

It was electrifying.

Her features contorted into one of ecstasy. The pleasure she felt was so intense she was almost in pain. Her moans turned into orgasmic screams as she succumbed to her sensations. She spasmed in the six hands on her body. She pulsated around the three cocks inside her.

Once she finally caught her breath, she pushed the three men off her. She stood on her shaking legs, chest heaving like she had just run a mile.

“You,” she grabbed the elbow of her not-so-shy-after-all boy. “Sit down. Legs spread back straight.” She pulled him to the middle of the room.

“And you,” she grabbed the forearm of her freckled stud. “Sit in front of him, facing him.”

He did as she said, though hesitantly.

“Okay,” she smiled through lust-filled eyes. “Freckles, you need to put your legs over his thighs.”

He blushed as he spread his legs around the other man.

“Now, scoot closer. So your balls are touching.” She waited until they did so to continue, “Lean backward for a moment boys. Hold your cocks straight in the air.”

Once they were positioned in the perfect chair, she revealed her plan, “I’m going to ride you lucky boys.”

She squatted over their cocks, aiming her ass for the guy who’d already visited. She slid her pussy over the freckled boy’s dick. She lowered herself all the way. Her moan resonated through all three’s chests. It was deep and guttural.

She lifted herself high enough to return her shy boy’s cock to her ass. She sat down slowly. They sunk into her well-lubricated holes with similar sighs.

She ground herself against them, hips circling.

She lifted herself up slowly, then dropped quickly. Again, up slow, down quick. She beckoned the third boy--the tall boy--over with a curled finger and a sexy smirk.

“I want to taste myself on you,” she said.

He stumbled over as if hypnotized. Rose giggled.

She took his penis between her lips, covering it with gentle french kisses. All the while, she had two men inside her. They bucked into her as best as they could, but they weren’t getting the friction they desperately craved.

She bounced a few times. They groaned, smiles manic. She stopped with them inside her yet again. She met their eyes with a devilish grin, “Something wrong, boys?”

“Fuck, I want to fuck you,” Freckles stammered.

“Hold on,” she said.

She decided to put on a performance. She made a show of sucking the tall one. She licked all traces of her sweet cum off his dick. Her lips puckered around the tip. Her tongue licked the slit of his cock. Then a kiss.

She finished with a flourish. She licked from the underside’s base to the head. In a fluid motion, she went down. Her lips lowered all the way to his abdomen. Her nose brushed his belly.

She came back up, sucking the whole way. She let go with an audible pop.

Rose didn’t give any of the boys time to recover or process the dick-sucking show she just put on. She began bouncing on their dicks as soon as she released the other one.

“Holy shit,” she sputtered. “I’m going to cum. No one else is allowed to, yet.” She got the words out in time before she began twitching. She shuddered. The ripples of her orgasm shook her to the core. It shook her breasts as they bounced. She continued to ride her boys, grinding her clit on the abdomen of someone. She clenched her muscles tighly and let it all flow out. All of her moans, all of the stress she had built up. She sounded like a porn star, like a professional orgasm-achiever. It was beautiful and siren-like, the way she wailed in pleasure.

When the waves ebbed, she finally felt like she had been pleasured enough to treat her toys to a reward.

She stood. Her legs wobbled too much to go far. She sat on the table she did signings on. Her cum leaked all over the surface..

“How do you want to cum, boys? My pussy is off limits, but everything else is on the table.”

“Can I give you a facial?” her enthusiastic, freckled fan asked, He looked so hungry for her.

“I was going to ask the same,” the tall boy confessed.

“You can give me facials at the same time,” she said. She turned to the other boy, “And you?”

“C-can I creampie your, your ass?” he stuttered. His face flushed.

“Only because I like the way you fuck me,” Rose agreed. She smirked at him. She bent over her signing table, ass out towards him.

He slid back in and resumed fucking her. He thrust quickly, though gently, picking her up and lifting her so she was lying on the table completely. Her knees and her tits hung over either side of the table. He held her by the hips and with this leverage, he began humping even faster.

“Come on, boys,” she beckoned the other two. “Cum on me.”

They stood before her, shoulder to shoulder, stroking their cocks. Rose kissed the tip of one, then the other. She circled her tongue around one. The other was treated to a small suck. They desperately pumped their cocks with their hands while she sucked them.

Eventually, the boys were tired of taking turns. They moved closer, though if it was a conscious decision she couldn’t tell. They angled themselves in a way that she was able to take them both at the same time. Her cheeks stretched around the dueling swords.

“Oh my god, I’m close,” the tall boy said. He pulled out. He gave himself another few strokes.

Rose closed her eyes tightly so she wasn’t blinded. Her mouth hung open. She panted, at a loss for breath.

With a relieved groan, he finally released. His cum splatted over her cheek and down her chin.

“Fuck,” said Freckles.

Rose put her mouth on him. Her lips caressed his cock, up and down. She felt his member twitch. He would cum soon. She looked up into his eyes and kissed the tip. It was a little peck, but the eye contact made him burst.

Rose closed her eyes again as he sprayed her with his semen. It dripped from the tip of her nose, her lips, and her chin.

The last boy to cum continued to fuck Rose. He slid in and out of her ass, breath as uneven as his inconsistent thrusts.

“I’m cumming,” he gasped.

She felt his cum squirt inside her ass. His cock throbbed as he spilled himself. That was always her favorite part of creampies. The delicious throbbing cock.

Rose stood. Her legs were shaking from all the times she had just cum. She felt so relieved. The tension she carried just hours before was now nothing but a relaxed rubber band. And she had repaid the debt by getting them off in return.

They were done with each other. She didn’t need them anymore.

Cum dripped from her face, onto her breasts. Cum dripped from between her legs, down her calves. She was a mess.

Rose grabbed her old hoodie, the one she always had on the back of her meet-and-greet chair. It was for situations like this. Specifically, random hookups she wanted to wash off. She couldn’t go around getting cum on her good clothes.

The boys tried to get her attention as she left. Rose refused to acknowledge them. She didn’t want them anymore--she’d already exhausted the fun she could squeeze out of them.

She giggled. Her tongue darted from her lips to catch a drop of semen that dripped close to her mouth. Yeah, she got all the “fun” out of them, alright.

She left her discarded clothes and toys in the room, even as they called after her.

Rose turned to a security guard as she stalked past. “Get rid of them.”

“Yes, Ms. Button,” he said. He opened the door she just left and disappeared inside. He withheld a sigh, looking at the mess in the room.

Three naked men gave him equally exhausted and bewildered looks. This time, he did sigh.

“Get dressed,” the security guard ordered, “Your private Q and A has concluded. Once you’re all decent, I will escort you from the premises.”