The Internship - Ch. 10 - The last hurrah! - Part 3

Kenna paced back and forth, her mind racing with doubts. This was a really bad idea, she told herself. She should leave the hotel and go home. But her thoughts were a whirlwind, and she couldn't seem to quiet them. She rubbed her palms on the bathrobe she was wearing, trying to dry the nervous sweat that had accumulated. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was almost eleven PM. They weren't coming back, she thought. This was insane, and she needed to leave.

Standing up, she walked towards the bedroom, determined to get changed and finally make her escape. But just as she reached the bedroom doorway, she heard the unmistakable sound of a key being inserted into the lock. The door swung open, and voices filled the room as Frank walked in first, followed by Henry, Allan, Jake, and finally Justin. They all stared at her in stunned silence.

Kenna had rehearsed what she was going to say and do many times, but now that the moment was here, she was frozen, like a deer in headlights.

“Kenna,” Frank spoke, his voice a low rumble, “I didn’t expect you to still be here. I thought you would have left by now. Is everything okay?”

Kenna turned and walked slowly towards them, stopping in the middle of the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she held his gaze steadily. “Hi, Frank,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everything is fine... well, maybe not. I’m not sure. I think there’s something that needs to be done.”

Her carefully rehearsed speech was crumbling, her words stumbling over each other. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the belt of her bathrobe. With a swift motion, she undid it and let the robe fall to the floor, revealing the same lingerie she had been wearing earlier. The men's eyes widened as they took in the sight of her, gasping in unison.

“I... I don’t think I’m done yet,” she said, her voice gaining a bit of strength. “I think I want more.” Her eyes flickered down to the floor, then back up to meet theirs. “I want all of you, again.”

The room was silent, the air thick with tension and anticipation. The men exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and desire. Frank, always the leader, stepped forward until he was right in front of her. He gently placed his finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze.

"Kenna, are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice a low, quiet murmur. Kenna couldn't find her voice, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. Frank's expression softened slightly, and he placed his hand on her shoulder. “Then you need to get on your knees.” Kenna took a deep breath, exhaled and got down on her knees in front of Frank sitting carefully on her high heels.

Frank put his hands on his hips and gave a big smile. "I want you to beg for it," Frank said, his voice firm. "If this is what you want, I want you to beg for my cock."

Kenna's eyes were drawn to the growing bulge in his pants. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she planned to touch him, but Frank stopped her.

"No, Kenna," he said, his voice stern. "You have to ask for it. You have to beg for it."

As Frank pushed her boundaries, the other four men walked up and formed a half-circle around her, their presence both intimidating and exhilarating. Kenna took a deep breath, gathering up all of her courage. She looked down at the floor, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Please, Frank," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, let me suck your dick." The words were hard to say, but they sent a thrill of excitement through her body, making her heart race.

Frank's eyes flashed with approval, and he unzipped his pants, freeing his already hard cock. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now show us what you can do."

Kenna looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. She took a deep breath, and then, with a sense of determination, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. Looking up, she could see the other men watching her, as Kenna began to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper. Reaching up, she wrapped her hands and took a hold of his ass through his dress pants, so she could pull him deeper into her mouth.

The room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, the soft moans of pleasure that escaped Frank's lips, and the wet, slurping sounds of Kenna's mouth working his cock. She could feel the other men's eyes on her, their desire palpable, and it only served to heighten her own arousal.

As she sucked, she could feel Frank's hand taking a hold of hair, guiding her movements, urging her on. She could feel his cock hardening even more in her mouth, and she knew that she was doing exactly what he wanted. And as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears of pleasure and shame, she knew that she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Frank suddenly took a hold of the back of her hair and yanked her off of him, a trail of saliva dangling from her chin. "As president of the company, I need to make sure my staff is well taken care of," he said, his voice commanding. "Don't you agree, Jake?"

Jake's smirk widened, and he nodded. "Absolutely, boss."

Frank's eyes never left Kenna's. "I think you need to ask Jake. You know what we all want to hear."

Kenna's took a deep breath, but she met Jake's gaze steadily. "I... I want to suck your dick, Jake," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Please, let me suck your dick."

With those words, Jake's smirk turned into a full-blown grin. He quickly undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear, freeing his already hardening cock. Kenna, still holding Frank's cock in her left hand, began to gently stroke Jake with her right, her touch light and teasing.

As Jake's cock grew hard in her hand, Kenna leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip. She could feel Frank's eyes on her, his cock throbbing in her hand, and it only served to heighten her own arousal. She took Jake deep into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him, her hand continuing to stroke Frank, keeping him excited and eager.

Jake's voice, heavy with desire, commanded, "Yes, Kenna, suck my cock." His moans filled the space, mingling with the wet, rhythmic sounds of Kenna's mouth working his shaft. The soft gasps of pleasure from his lips added to the symphony of carnal delight.

Kenna could feel the intense gaze of the other men, their hunger almost tangible, and it ignited a fire within her. She reveled in their attention, using it to stoke her own fervor. Jake's cock grew even harder in her mouth, a testament to her skill and the power she held in that moment.

She paused for a moment, her eyes locking onto Frank's. "Come closer. Cover over here next to Jake," she commanded, her voice a sultry whisper. As he shuffled nearer, she opened her mouth wide, taking Frank deep into her throat. Frank's moan echoed through the room, a raw and primal sound of pleasure. She worked him expertly, her lips and tongue dancing around his shaft, before pulling back and turning her attention to Jake once more.

Her hands were never still. They stroked and teased, matching the rhythm of her mouth. She moved fluidly from one man to the other, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of desire in their wake. The room was a chorus of heavy breathing, the slurping sounds of her mouth, and the occasional grunt of pleasure from the men. Kenna was the maestro, conducting their desires with a skill that left them all panting and eager for more.

“There are more of us here. What do you want, Kenna?” Allan demanded, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear it too.”

Kenna paused for a moment, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked up at Allan. His grin was wide and predatory, his eyes gleaming with lust. She could feel her own desire surging, her body responding to the raw, primal energy in the room.

Pulling herself off of Jake and Frank, she turned to face Allan, her voice gaining confidence with each passing second. “Please, Allan,” she said, her eyes locked onto his. “Let me suck your dick.”

Allan's grin widened, and he quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his already rock-hard cock. It sprang out, thick and throbbing, and Kenna's eyes widened at the sight of it. Frank and Jake stepped aside and Allan now stood in front of her. As she approached Allan, she could see the veins pulsing in his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. She reached out, her hand wrapping around him, and she could feel the heat of his flesh, the pulsating power of his desire. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

Allan groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing in pleasure. Kenna took that as her cue, and she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling and teasing. She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her touch firm and insistent.

The room resonated with Allan's ragged breaths and his guttural moans of ecstasy, intertwined with the obscene, wet sounds of Kenna's mouth enveloping his member. His hand, firm on the back of her head, directed her rhythm, urging her to take him deeper. She could sense his arousal intensifying, his cock swelling within her, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was fulfilling his deepest desires.

As she sucked Allan, she could feel the other men's eyes on her, their desire growing more intense with each passing second, and she knew that she was giving them a show they would never forget.

As her head bobbed up and down on Allan's cock, the room filled with the symphony of their combined desires. She could hear the soft rustling of fabric as the other four men began to undress, their anticipation unmistakable. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and the knowledge of what lay ahead sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

Allan's hands were firm on her head, guiding her movements, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her mouth. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she relaxed, allowing him to go deeper, with each thrust. She was lost in the rhythm, her body moving in sync with his, her mouth and tongue working in tandem to bring him pleasure.

Suddenly, she felt somebody grip her left hand, lifting it up and wrapping it around a hard, throbbing cock. She looked over and saw Justin, completely naked, his eyes filled with lust. He wanted in on the action, and she was more than willing to oblige. She began to stroke him, her hand moving in time with her head, her touch firm and insistent.

Almost simultaneously, her right hand was taken and wrapped around another cock. She looked up and saw Henry, also naked, his eyes dark with desire, his body tense with anticipation. She began to stroke him as well, her hands working in unison, her touch bringing them both to the brink of pleasure.

Kenna was now a whirlwind of motion, her head bobbing up and down on Allan's cock, her hands stroking Justin and Henry's cocks in perfect rhythm. She could feel the power of their desires, the raw, primal energy that filled the room. And she knew that she was the epicenter of it all, the catalyst that was driving them wild.

Allan's grip on her head tightened, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more urgent. She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth. She redoubled her efforts, her mouth and tongue working faster, her hand stroking Justin and Henry in time with her movements.

She suddenly heard Frank's voice, low and commanding, right next to her ear. "Is this what you craved, Kenna? To be taken, controlled, used by us? To be our plaything, our little cocksucker?" His breath was hot on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. A mix of shame and exhilaration coursed through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew he was right, that this was exactly what she had signed up for, but admitting it aloud felt like a confession she wasn't sure she was ready to make.

Frank's hand suddenly gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her back until she was staring into his eyes. They were dark with desire, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Say it," he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Tell us what you want. Tell us what you need."

Kenna's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She took a deep breath, the scent of him filling her lungs, and steeled herself for what she was about to say. "I want to be used," she whispered, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I want to be your slut, your plaything. I want you to take me, to use me, to fuck me until I can't take it anymore. My body is yours, every hole, every inch of me. Use me however you want."

As if on cue, Allan and Justin swapped spots, their movements fluid and practiced. Justin's hand wrapped around her hair, his grip firm and unyielding as he shoved her mouth onto his cock. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She took it, her body surrendering to his dominance, her mouth opening wider to accommodate him.

Justin moved her head up and down, his thrusts controlled and deliberate. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, her gag reflex fading with each thrust, her body adapting to his rhythm. He both pulled her mouth deeper and thrust into her at the same time, causing a noisy slurping noise. Clearly, Justin wanted to see how far she would be willing to go.

Justin's voice, laced with dominance, cut through the silence. "How deep can you take me, slut?" he demanded, his hands gripping her hair tightly. Before she could respond, he began to push her head down, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. She could feel him slowly entering her throat, the sensation both strange and overwhelming.

Her eyes flew open, wide with surprise and discomfort, as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She fought against the gagging sensation, her body instinctively rebelling against the intrusion. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the feeling of his cock sliding deeper, her throat instinctively wrapping around him.

Kenna's hands shot up, pushing on his hips in a futile attempt to pull away, but Justin held firm, his grip unyielding. Her body struggled to accommodate him, and soon she was gagging around his cock, her throat convulsing as she fought for air. Justin, however, showed no mercy.

Finally, he released her, and she collapsed onto the carpet, her body wracked with coughs as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Her lungs burned, and her throat felt raw and sore. But before she could fully recover, Justin's voice cut through the air once more. "Again," he moaned, his hands already tangled in her hair.

"Wait, give me—" she managed to gasp, but her plea fell on deaf ears. Justin plunged back into her mouth, his cock sliding slowly into her throat. She did her best to relax, to take him deeper without gagging, but the sensation was overwhelming. He held her head with both hands, forcing her to deep throat him, his pleasure the only thing that mattered to him.

"Your throat feels so good around my cock," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Is that what you wanted, you horny slut?" His words were a mix of praise and mockery, a cruel reminder of her submission. Kenna could do nothing but obey, her body a vessel for his desires, her throat a playground for his pleasure. The room spun around her, the lines between pain and pleasure blurring as she surrendered to his will.

He slid his cock deeper into her throat, a low groan of pleasure escaping his lips. Kenna's eyes watered, her body instinctively fighting against the intrusion, but she knew better than to resist. She took a deep breath through her nose, trying to relax her throat, to accommodate him more easily. Her hands gripped his thighs, not to push him away, but to steady herself, to ground herself in the storm of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.

Justin's hips began to move, slowly at first, then with more force, fucking her mouth with a brutal intensity. Each thrust pushed him deeper into her throat, each withdrawal gave her a precious moment to gasp for air. She could feel his cock swelling, could hear his breaths growing more ragged, more desperate. But still, he did not come. Instead, he seemed to draw out the pleasure, to savor the feeling of her throat wrapped around him.

"You're such a good little slut," he groaned, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Taking my cock so deep, so willingly. Is this what you want? To be used like this? To have your mouth fucked like this?"

Kenna could do nothing but moan in response, the sound muffled by his cock in her throat. Her body was a mess of conflicting sensations, pain and pleasure intertwined in a dance as old as time. She could feel her own arousal, could feel the wetness between her legs, a testament to her body's betrayal. She was a slave to her desires, a puppet to their whims, and she hated and loved every moment of it.

Justin's thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on her hair tighter. He was close, she could tell, but still, he would not finish. Instead, he pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva, a trail of it connecting his tip to her lips.

Frank moved closer, his presence dominating as he stood beside her. His voice, low and commanding, whispered into her ear, "Do you want to get fucked, Kenna? If so, you have to ask us. You have to beg us to fuck you." His words sent a sent chills down her spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

Justin stepped back, aligning with the other men who now formed a semi-circle around her. All five of them stood naked, their cocks hard and throbbing, each one directed at her. The sight was both intimidating and exhilarating, a stark display of the power they held over her. The room was thick with anticipation, the air heavy with the scent of lust and desire.

Kenna hesitated, her mind racing as she struggled to articulate her thoughts. She knew what they wanted, what they expected, and deep down, she craved it too. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled as she spoke. "I... I want you to take me," she began, her eyes flickering from one man to the next. "I want all of you to use me. I want to be your plaything, your slut, the source of all of your pleasures."

As the words left her lips, she felt a mix of relief and vulnerability. The room was silent, the weight of her confession hanging in the air. The words tumbled out of her mouth, raw and unfiltered, a confession of her deepest desires. She couldn't believe what she had just said. Weeks ago, all she had wanted was a job opportunity, a chance to prove herself in the cutthroat world of advertising. Now, she was on her knees, in sexy lingerie, surrounded by five men, begging to be used and abused. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but amidst the chaos, she knew one thing for certain: this was what she wanted.

The men exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that gave her goosebumps. Frank's hand reached out, cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Now, let's see how well you can take all of us." His words were a promise, a threat, a prelude to what was to come. Kenna braced herself, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, as she prepared to give herself over to them completely.

Frank suddenly leaned down and picked up the bathrobe, quickly pulling the belt out of its loops. With a swift and decisive motion, he stood her up and took each of Kenna's hands and pulled them behind her back. "Wait…What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. She wasn't sure where this was going, but the unexpected turn of events had piqued her curiosity.

Frank's grip was firm as he wrapped the soft, fuzzy bathrobe belt around her wrists, securing them tightly behind her back. Kenna's heart raced. This wasn't what she had expected, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.

With a swift, almost brutal motion, Frank turned Kenna around, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that stole her breath. "You want to get used," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You want us to fuck you. Well, you asked for it, and you will get what you want."

His strong grip guided her towards an ottoman positioned in front of a chair, the soft surface a stark contrast to the hard, unyielding lust in the room. He pushed her down, her chest pressing flat against the ottoman, her arms still securely tied behind her back. The position left her vulnerable, exposed, and utterly at their mercy.

The five naked men circled her, their eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and anticipation. The air was thick with their desire, the scent of it intoxicating and overwhelming. Justin, his hand casually stroking his cock, kept his gaze locked onto Kenna. "We're going to fuck this slut so hard," he rasped, his voice thick with desire, "she's going to feel it for days. She's going to remember every thrust, every touch, every moment of this night." There was a murmur of approval amongst the men.

Kenna's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel the weight of their gazes, the heat of their bodies, the raw, primal energy that pulsed through the room. She was a sacrifice to their desires, a plaything for their pleasure, and she was helpless to do anything but submit.

“I don’t think you will be needing these any more tonight.” She heard Frank say from behind her. She felt his hands on her hips and he quickly pulled her panties down, pulling them past the pink stockings and high heels she still had on.

Frank's hand roamed over her body, his touch rough and demanding. He grabbed her hips, positioning her just the way he wanted her. "Let's see how well you can take all of us, slut," he murmured, his voice a low growl. The other men chuckled, their eyes gleaming with malice and lust. They were predators, and she was their prey, and there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Kenna was the centerpiece, the object of their every desire, the vessel for their every wanton thought.

Henry moved in front of her, his presence commanding and unyielding. He dropped to his knees, positioning his cock level with her mouth. His voice was a low, dangerous growl, leaving no room for argument. "Beg for my dick," he demanded. "Tell me you want to suck this cock."

Kenna's mind raced, her body trembling with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Her mouth stayed open, her eyes locked onto the hard, throbbing cock in front of her, but the words refused to come. The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the men around her, the only movement the subtle shift of their bodies as they waited for her submission.

"Beg for it," Henry growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. The command was clear, the expectation unyielding. Kenna's body responded, her mind surrendering to the primal need that coursed through her veins.

"Please," she gasped, her voice trembling with desperation and arousal. "Let me suck your cock. Please, I want it so bad."

Henry's eyes narrowed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He could see the raw need in her eyes, the desperation that gripped her heart. And he was going to give her exactly what she wanted. He took a fistful of her hair, his grip firm and unyielding, positioning her exactly where he wanted her.

"Open your mouth," he growled, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. Kenna's lips parted, and without a moment's delay, Henry's cock filled her mouth. She gagged slightly as it hit the back of her throat, her body instinctively rebelling against the intrusion. But she quickly adjusted, her body surrendering to his dominance, her mind accepting her role in this dance of desire.

She began to suck, her tongue swirling and teasing, her mouth working him with a skill that had a lot of practice today. Her head was held firmly in place by Henry's grip, but her mouth was a playground of pleasure, her lips and tongue dancing around his shaft. She took him deeper and deeper, her body responding to his every command, her mind lost in the haze of lust and submission. The room was a symphony of heavy breathing, the wet sounds of her mouth working his cock. Kenna was the centerpiece, the object of their every desire, the vessel for their every wanton thought. And she was helpless to do anything but obey, to give them exactly what they wanted, to surrender to the raw, unbridled passion that consumed the room.

Henry continued his relentless assault on her mouth, his hips moving in a brutal, unyielding rhythm as he fucked her face. Kenna's eyes watered, her throat burned, but she took it all, her body surrendering to his dominance. The room was a symphony of carnal delight, the sounds of their heavy breathing, the wet slurping of her mouth, and the occasional grunt of pleasure filling the air.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar sensation between her legs. A hard, insistent cock probing her entrance. Without warning, it pushed into her, filling her completely, and eliciting an involuntary moan around the cock in her mouth. The man behind her wasted no time, his hips immediately beginning to move in a punishing rhythm, pounding into her with a ferocity that left her gasping for breath.

She was now being taken from both ends, her body a playground for their desires. Her mouth was filled with Henry's cock, her throat working to accommodate him, while the unknown man behind her slammed into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. She was completely at their mercy, her hands still tied behind her back, unable to do anything but take what they gave her.

The feeling of being penetrated and used was degrading, a stark reminder of her submission, her surrender. But Kenna could not deny the excitement that coursed through her veins, the heat that pooled in her belly, the wetness that betrayed her arousal. She was a slave to her desires, a puppet to their whims, and she hated and loved every moment of it.

"Take that cock, you slut," the man behind her moaned, his voice a low growl of pleasure. Kenna thought it might be Allan, but it was hard to tell over the sounds from her mouth and the slapping of flesh on flesh. She could feel his cock swelling, could hear his breaths growing more ragged, more desperate. But still, he did not stop, his hips continuing to move in a relentless rhythm, his cock pounding into her with a force that left her breathless.

Henry, too, was lost in the moment, his grip on her hair tightening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He was using her mouth, her throat, her body, for his pleasure, and she was helpless to do anything but obey, to give him exactly what he wanted. The room spun around her, the lines between pain and pleasure blurring, the only constant the raw, unbridled passion that consumed them all. She was their plaything, their toy, their slut, and she was loving every moment of it.

Kenna could hear muffled conversations, but the words were lost in the fog of her own arousal and the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her body. She looked up, her vision blurred, and saw Jake motioning to Henry. With a brief, almost imperceptible nod, Henry pulled out of her mouth, leaving a glistening trail of saliva from her chin to his cock. Simultaneously, the man behind her withdrew, leaving her empty and aching for more.

Jake now stood in front of her, casually stroking his dick. “Does our horny slut want another cock in her pussy?” Before she could respond, she felt a pair of hands gripping her hips, and another hard cock pressing against her entrance. Without hesitation, the man behind her pushed into her, filling her completely, and began to thrust with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. Kenna moaned involuntarily, the sound escaping her lips as she looked up at Jake, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Does that cock feel good in your pussy?" Jake asked as he got down on his knees in front of her, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me."

"Y-yes..." Kenna stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and arousal. "It... it feels good." She could feel herself getting wetter with each thrust, responding to the raw, primal need that coursed through her veins.

Jake's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hair tightening. "Tell me you want us all to fuck you," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Tell us you want all your holes filled."

Kenna stared up at Jake, her mind racing, her body trembling. She could see the cold, unyielding determination in his eyes, and she knew she had no choice but to obey. "I... I want you," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you all. I want you to fuck me. I want all my holes filled."

Jake's voice was a low growl. "My turn. I want to feel that mouth." He took her by the hair, lifting her head up, forcing her to look into his cold, merciless eyes. "Is this what you wanted?" he demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

With those words, Jake's expression changed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He plunged his cock into her mouth, forcing her to take him deep, to please him as best as she could while she was being taken from behind. The room was a symphony of their heavy breathing, the wet slurping of her mouth, and the occasional grunt of pleasure filling the air.

The man behind her continued his relentless assault, his hips moving in a brutal, unyielding rhythm, his cock pounding into her with a force that left her squirming. Kenna could feel her body responding, her mind surrendering to the raw, unfiltered passion that consumed the room. She was their plaything, their toy, their slut, and she was loving every moment of it. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred, the only constant the overwhelming need that gripped her heart, the insatiable hunger that burned in her soul. She was a vessel for their desires, a sacrifice to their lust, and she was helpless to do anything but submit, to give them exactly what they wanted, to surrender to the dark, primal energy that pulsed through the room.

The room was a whirlwind of sensations, each thrust, each touch, each command pushing Kenna deeper into the abyss of her own desires. Jake's cock filled her mouth, his grip on her hair unyielding as he fucked her face with a brutal intensity. Behind her, the unknown man continued his relentless assault, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock pounding into her with a force that left her breathless. The dual assault on her senses was overwhelming, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance as old as time. She could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching, her breath hitching as she struggled to accommodate them both.

Jake's eyes never left hers, his gaze a mix of dominance and lust. He could see the raw need in her eyes, the desperation that gripped her heart, and it only served to fuel his own desires. "That's it, slut," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Take it. Take every inch of my cock. Show me how much you want it."

Kenna could do nothing but obey, her body surrendering to his every command. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling and teasing, her lips working him with a skill was now become automatic for her. Behind her, the man's thrusts grew quicker, his grip on her hips tightening as he chased his own release.

Suddenly, the man behind her pulled out, leaving her feeling vacant. Before she could protest, she felt a new presence, a new cock pressing against her entrance. She looked up at Jake, her eyes wide with surprise, but he simply smirked, his grip on her hair tightening. "We're not done with you yet, slut," he murmured, his voice a low growl.

The new man moved with a savage intensity, his hips driving into her with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. Each thrust was a claim, a declaration of ownership, and Kenna could feel her body responding, her mind surrendering to the raw, unfiltered passion that filled the room. Her breath came in ragged gasps, matching the fervent pace of his movements. The room was a symphony of primal sounds, skin slapping against skin, moans of pleasure, and the occasional grunt of exertion. The room spun around her, a whirlwind of sensation and need, and she let herself be swept away, lost in the intoxicating dance of dominance and submission.

Whoever was behind her, his body slick with sweat, pulled out of her, leaving her unfilled again. Before she could catch her breath, she felt a new presence behind her. Strong hands gripped her hips, and a familiar voice growled, "My turn, slut." Frank’s cock pressed against her entrance, and with a single, brutal thrust, he filled her completely. She could feel every inch of him, his cock hot and hard, claiming her, owning her.

Allan moved in front of her, almost pushing Jake out of his way, his cock glistening with her own arousal. Clearly, he had been one of the men recently in her. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and malice. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "It's time you tasted yourself."

Kenna's eyes widened in shock, but she knew better than to disobey. She opened her mouth, and Allan plunged his cock into her, filling her mouth with the taste of her own pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, the taste familiar yet unusual, a stark reminder of her submission, her surrender. Allan was especially rough, his hips moving in a brutal, unyielding rhythm as he fucked her mouth with a force that left her gasping for breath.

Behind her, Frank matched Allan's pace, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that left her seeing stars. The dual assault on her senses was intense, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance that left her dazed. She could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching, her breath hitching as she struggled to accommodate them both.

Allan's grip on her hair tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. He was ecstatic with his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "That's it, slut," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Take it. Take every inch of my cock. Swallow my cum like the good little slut you are."

Kenna could do nothing but obey, her body surrendering to his every command. She tried to relax her throat, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling and teasing, her lips working him as best she could. Behind her, Frank’s thrusts grew more urgent, his grip on her hips tightening as he chased his own release.

Allan's body tensed, his grip on her hair tightening as he neared his peak. With a low, guttural groan, he released, his cock pulsing in her mouth, hot seed spilling down her throat. Kenna swallowed eagerly, her body responding to his pleasure, her own arousal intensifying with each swallow. She could feel the heat spreading through her. The taste of him, the sound of his pleasure, it all served to fuel her own desire, pushing her closer to the edge. She wanted more, craved it, and she was determined to get it. Her tongue swirled around him, drawing out every last drop, a silent promise of more to come.

Allan, his body glistening with sweat, finally pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with a mix of her saliva and his own semen. He stepped back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, leaving Kenna gasping for breath, her mouth sore and swollen.

Behind her, instead of finishing, Frank withdrew. Kenna could feel her own arousal, her pussy wet and aching, her body craving more. She lay there on the ottoman, not knowing what was next, but still not satisfied. “Wait Frank…Why are you stopping?” Kenna cried out, louder than she intended, turning her head to look for him.

They were far from finished with her. Henry leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. “You are such a hot slut,” he whispered.” I want to watch your hot body while I fuck you.” With a firm grip on her shoulders, he lifted her up and positioned her sitting on the chair next to the ottoman. She lay back, her legs spreading wide by instinct, her pussy exposed and inviting. Henry moved between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance. With a single powerful thrust, he filled her, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as he fucked her with a force that took her breath away. Each stroke was deep, each thrust claiming, his body slamming into hers with a primal intensity that left her gasping. She could feel every inch of him, his length, his girth, his heat, and it was intoxicating. Her body arched to meet his, her hips rising to match his rhythm, her moans filling the room.

She longed to wrap her arms around him, to pull him closer, to feel his skin against hers, but her hands were still tied behind her back, rendering her helpless. All she could do was lie back and watch as Henry pounded into her, his body a blur of motion, his hips a relentless metronome. She gasped with each thrust, her body arching to meet his, her moans escaping in ragged gasps. The restraints only served to heighten her senses, to amplify her desire, to make her more aware of every touch, every sensation. She was at his mercy, his plaything, his toy, and she reveled in it. Her eyes were glued to him, taking in every detail, from the sweat glistening on his skin to the muscles rippling beneath his flesh. She could feel her body responding, her pussy clenching around him, her arousal dripping down her thighs. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming, and she was lost in it, drowning in a sea of sensation and need.

Above her, Justin moved closer, his cock rock hard, his eyes locked onto hers. "Open you mouth, slut," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "It's time you took me again."

She opened her mouth, and Justin’s plunged his cock into her, filling her mouth with the taste she recognized as her own. They were moving from hole to hole, however they wanted. The dual assault on her senses was intense, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance that left her breathless. She could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching as she struggled to accommodate them both.

Henry's thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate, his body tensing as he chased his release. “Fuck, your pussy feels incredible”, he groaned, his voice a low rumble. “So tight. So wet. You're such a good little slut, aren't you?” Kenna could do nothing but moan in response, the sound muffled by Justin’s cock in her mouth. Her body was a playground for their desires, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she surrendered to the raw unfiltered passion that consumed the room. Her eyes watered and her body arched, trying to take more of him, to give them everything they wanted and more. The room was filled with the symphony of their pleasure, the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the moans and groans of their shared ecstasy. She was theirs completely, and she was loving every second of it.

Henry's thrusts became more urgent, his grip on her hips tightening as he tried to find his climax. "I'm going to come in your pussy, slut," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to fill you with my cum. Tell me you want my come."

Kenna did her best to pull away from Justin in her mouth. “I want your come Henry. Come in me, right now.” Justin looked down and smiled. Kenna opened her mouth and once again, he plunged deep into her.

The sensations were intense, overwhelming. Kenna's hands were bound behind her back, her legs spread wide on the chair as Henry relentlessly pounded into her. Justin's cock filled her mouth, his grip firm on her hair, guiding her movements. The shame was evident, but it only served to heighten the sexual energy coursing through her veins. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Henry came. His cock pulsed inside her, his hot seed filling her in waves. The sensation was overwhelming, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance that left her breathless. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the chair as an orgasm ripped through her. It was intense, a wave of pleasure so powerful that it stole her breath, her vision going white at the edges. Her muscles clenched, her pussy gripping him tightly, milking him for every drop. Justin's cock slipped from her mouth as she screamed, her body writhing, her nails digging into her palms in frustration. Kenna was lost in the sensation, drowning in a sea of ecstasy, her body completely at the mercy of her orgasm. She lay there, panting, her body slick with sweat, Henry's come slowly dripping out of her onto the chair. She was spent, completely drained, her body humming with the aftershocks of her release.

"She enjoyed that," Frank said, his voice a low growl. "I think she's ready for round two. We’re not all done. What do you think?"

Allan stood and stretched. “Frank, I'm done. I didn't think I could come this many times, but this sexy girl is incredible.” Henry nodded in agreement, “Me too. I'm calling it a night.” They casually gathered their clothes, their bodies glistening with sweat, breaths returning to normal. Kenna lay there, her body aching, mind a whirlwind of sensations and emotions. She watched them dress, her eyes tracing every detail, the flex of their muscles, the way their clothes hung on their frames. She was spent, used, and she reveled in it. As Allan and Henry left, she turned to the remaining men, her body already stirring, ready for more.

“Well, I’m not done yet” Frank growled. Without another word, Frank picked her up in his arms. He carried her towards the bedroom, his strides confident and purposeful. Kenna, still in a haze, watched as Justin and Jake followed closely behind, their eyes gleaming with renewed desire. Her body, despite its exhaustion, responded to their gazes, her heart pounding in her chest. She was theirs, completely and utterly theirs, and she was ready for whatever they had in store for her.

When the four of them entered the bedroom, Justin's voice cut through the air with authority. “Kenna, I want you to do something for me. I call first round.” Frank nodded and gently guided Kenna to her feet, positioning her to face Justin. Frank and Jake stepped back, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

Justin turned Kenna around, his hands quickly untying the bathrobe belt that bound her wrists. He tossed the belt aside, leaving her standing there, vulnerable and exposed. “Go to the nightstand and bring me the lube,” he commanded, his voice steady and firm.

Kenna's heart raced as she walked to the nightstand. She knew what was coming, and the thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of fear surged through her. She picked up the bottle of lube, her hand trembling slightly as she handed it to Justin.

“I want you to put it on your hand and rub it over my dick,” Justin commanded, his eyes never leaving hers.

Kenna hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. She unscrewed the cap of the lube and squirted a generous amount onto her hand. Turning back to Justin, she reached down and began to rub the lube over his cock, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The room was silent except for the soft sound of her hand against his flesh, and the heavy breathing of the men watching the scene unfold.

Justin's eyes never left Kenna's face, his expression intense and focused. He seemed to be savoring every moment, every touch, as if it were a carefully orchestrated performance. Kenna, meanwhile, was lost in a haze of sensation and anticipation, her body responding to the touch and the anticipation of what was to come. As she continued to stroke him, Justin's breath grew deeper, a subtle sign of his growing arousal.

Justin reclined on the bed, his cock slick with lube and standing at attention. “Come over here and fuck yourself with my dick,” he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. “Climb on top of me and take my lubed cock in your ass.”

Kenna's eyes widened, but this time, she felt a spark of control. Over the past few weeks, she had been forced into anal sex countless times, always against her will. But now, she saw an opportunity to reclaim some power. She thought back to the unexpected orgasms she had experienced, and a determination ignited within her.

Kenna approached the bed, her gaze fixed on Justin. With a blend of apprehension and determination, she started to climb onto the mattress. "No, the other way. Turn around and face away from me," Justin directed, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Kenna paused briefly, confusion flashing across her face, but she complied. She turned around, straddling Justin with her back to him. She could feel the heat of his body and the hardness of his cock pressing against her. As she positioned herself, she found herself facing Frank and Jake, who leaned casually against the wall, their eyes never leaving her. She was fully on display, exposed and vulnerable.

Kenna took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She reached back, her hand guiding Justin's cock to her entrance. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, feeling the stretch and burn as he filled her. She winced slightly, but then a strange sense of control washed over her. This time, she was in charge of how she would feel.

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, until Justin's cock was fully sheathed inside her. She paused, taking a moment to adjust to the sensation of being filled and stretched. This time, it was different. Before, it had been a brutal, unwanted intrusion, a violation of her body and her will. But now, she was in control, and it made all the difference.

Kenna began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she lifted herself up and then sank back down. With each motion, she could feel the pleasure building, a warm, intense sensation that spread through her body. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of their bodies moving together, the occasional gasp from Justin as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"You like that, don't you?" Justin growled, his voice thick with desire. "Fuck me, you slut. Are you our little slut, Kenna? Tell me."

Kenna hesitated for a moment, the words catching in her throat. She leaned forward, and looked at Frank directly, her voice low and sultry as she replied, "Yes. I'm your little slut." and with a quick, deliberate push down, she added, "Your anal fucking slut."

The words hung in the air, a bold declaration of her newfound power. She could see the shock on Frank’s face as he watched her. But she was unfazed, her confidence growing with each roll of her hips, each gasp from Justin. This was her moment, her choice, and she was determined to make the most of it.

Kenna continued to move, her body finding a rhythm that was both pleasurable and empowering. She could feel every inch of Justin's cock as it slid in and out of her, the sensation of being filled and stretched sending waves of heat through her body. The initial discomfort had faded, replaced by a growing intensity that left her breathless and aching for more.

From her vantage point, she could see Frank and Jake leaning against the wall, their eyes locked onto her every movement. Their expressions were a mix of lust and curiosity, and she knew they were watching her closely, taking in every detail of her control over the situation. She reveled in their attention, using it to fuel her own desires.

As she rode Justin, she could feel the slickness of the lube easing her way, the sensation of his cock gliding in and out of her ass both smooth and intense. The angle of her body allowed her to hit just the right spots, the friction building with each thrust. She could feel the pleasure coiling in her rectum, a tight, delicious sensation that was beginning to build.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the soft slapping of flesh against flesh, the occasional groan from Justin as he struggled to maintain his control. Kenna could feel his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, but she was the one setting the pace, the one in charge.

She leaned forward slightly, changing the angle of her thrusts, and gasped as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot through her body, leaving her dizzy and breathless. She could feel Justin's cock twitching inside her, his body responding to her every movement.

"Fuck, Kenna," Justin muttered, his voice strained. "You're so tight. So, fucking tight."

Kenna smiled to herself, a sense of triumph washing over her. She was doing this to him, driving him wild with her body, her movements. She increased the pace, her hips rolling faster, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The pleasure was building, a relentless tide that threatened to sweep her away.

Jake had been stroking himself, his eyes locked onto Kenna as she rode Justin. His cock was rock hard, the sight of her in control both arousing and enticing. With a smirk, he walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, his movements deliberate and confident.

"You've got more holes that need filling," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I've been watching that pussy move, and I think it needs my cock inside it."

Kenna hesitated briefly, her body already pushed to its limits as she tried to maintain her balance on Justin. Jake's hands were firm as he leaned her back, positioning her so that she lay on Justin's chest, her legs spread wide and vulnerable.

"Look at that wet cunt," Jake murmured, his voice thick with desire. Without warning, he thrust himself deep into her pussy with one powerful stroke. Kenna gasped, the sudden intrusion sending a shockwave of sensation through her body. She could feel both cocks filling her, the dual penetration intense and overwhelming.

"Fuck me..." Kenna moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. Justin, pinned beneath her, could barely move, but Jake was relentless, his hips pounding into her with fierce intensity. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, the sensation of being filled from both ends almost overwhelming.

Jake's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he drove deeper and harder. The room echoed with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the slapping of flesh, Justin's occasional groan, and Kenna's breathless moans.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Jake growled, his voice strained with effort. "Your pussy is amazing."

The sensation of being filled, of being taken by two men at once, was intense and empowering. She was no longer just a participant; she was the center of their desires, the focus of their attention.

Justin leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "You like two cocks in you, you horny slut?" he whispered. "You like when we fill your holes? Does it make your pussy wet?"

Kenna was lost in the moment, her body aching with pleasure and her mind spinning with the intensity of it all. Suddenly, she felt a firm hand on the back of her head. She turned to see Frank, his eyes dark with desire, guiding her face toward his cock. She stared at it, her mouth watering in anticipation.

"Open your mouth," Frank commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Without hesitation, Kenna complied, opening wide and sticking out her tongue. Frank immediately gripped a handful of her hair, using it to guide himself deep into her mouth. She gagged instantly, the sensation of being filled from all sides overwhelming her senses.

"Frank, make her gag again," Jake moaned, his hips thrusting into her with relentless intensity. "When she does, her pussy grips me so tightly."

Frank needed no further encouragement. He pulled out slightly, then pushed back down her throat, his cock hitting the back of her mouth and making her gag again. Kenna's body responded instinctively, her muscles clenching around Justin and Jake. The sensation of being filled and used from every angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Oh man, that feels so good," Jake groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and strain. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips slamming into hers with a force that left her wild.

Kenna's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the dual penetration, the gagging on Frank's cock, and the dirty talk all combining to create an intense, almost overwhelming experience. She could feel the pleasure building, a tight, coiled knot in her belly that threatened to unravel at any moment.

Frank's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving in sync with Jake's, their cocks filling her mouth and pussy in a rhythmic dance of desire. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the saliva dripping from her mouth, and the sweat beading on her forehead. The room was a symphony of sounds, the slapping of flesh, the moans of pleasure, and the occasional gasp as she struggled to breathe.

Kenna could feel the orgasm building, a relentless tide that swept her away. The sensation of being filled, of being used, was both intense and empowering. As Frank continued to fuck her mouth, and Jake and Justin filled her from holes, she could feel the pleasure crashing over her, a wave of intensity that left her shaking and breathless.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," Jake groaned, his voice a low, desperate growl. "I'm going to come inside you."

Kenna's body tensed, her muscles clenching around both cocks as she rode the wave of her own orgasm. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot through her body, leaving her shaking and breathless. As Jake came, she could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his body convulsing with his release.

As Jake and Justin continued their relentless assault on her body, Frank's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, forcing her to take more of him with each thrust. Kenna gagged again, her body convulsing as she struggled to accommodate him.

"Fuck yeah, take it," Frank growled, his voice thick with desire. "Take my cock deep in your throat."

He held her head in place, his hands fisting her hair as he pushed himself even deeper. Kenna's eyes watered, her body fighting the intrusion, but Frank was unyielding. He groaned, his hips bucking as he forced his cock down her throat, making her gag repeatedly.

"Fuck, here it comes," Frank groaned, his voice a low, desperate growl. He held her head in place, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down her throat. Kenna could feel the hot, salty liquid filling her mouth, her throat working instinctively to swallow as she struggled to breathe.

Frank's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers digging into her scalp as he held himself deep inside her mouth. He groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, his cock throbbing with each spurt of his release. Kenna could feel it all, the intensity of his pleasure, the raw, primal need that drove him to take her like this.

"Swallow it, you little slut," Frank commanded, his voice harsh with desire. "Swallow every last drop."

Kenna complied, her throat working to swallow the hot, salty fluid as Frank continued to come. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the saliva dripping from her mouth, and the sweat beading on her forehead. The room was a symphony of sounds, the slapping of flesh, the moans of pleasure, and the occasional gasp as she struggled to breathe.

As Frank finally pulled out, Kenna took a deep, ragged breath, her body shaking with the aftermath of the intense experience. She could feel the remnants of Frank's release in her throat, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. Jake also pulled out as she felt his fluids leak out of her.

Kenna lay there on top of Justin, his cock still buried deep in her ass, as she tried to recover from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her body. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her mind still reeling from the overwhelming sensations. But Justin was far from done with her.

"I'm not done with you yet, slut," he whispered into her ear, his voice a low, menacing growl. "My turn to come."

Before Kenna could even process his words, Justin gripped her waist and rolled her over, positioning her face down on the bed. Almost immediately, she felt him settle between her thighs, his cock pressing against her ass. She tried to protest, to beg for a moment of respite, but Justin was relentless.

"Wait... give me a" she managed to gasp out, but her words were cut off as Justin thrust into her with a single, brutal stroke, burying himself deep in her ass.

Kenna screamed into the bedsheets, her body convulsing in pain and frustration as she struggled to breathe. She clawed at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she fought for some semblance of control. But Justin was unyielding, his body pressing down on hers with a force that left her pinned and helpless.

"Go slow... please, slow down," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. But Justin was beyond reason, his desire for release overriding any concern for her well-being.

He pinned her down, his hips grinding against her ass as he held one of her wrists to the bed. "I'm going to pound this ass until I come deep inside you," he growled, his voice a low, savage snarl. "Is that what you want?"

Kenna shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she tried to escape his punishing thrusts. But Justin was relentless, his hips moving in a brutal, jackhammering rhythm as he fucked her ass with a ferocity that left her screaming into the bedsheets. The room echoed with the sound of their bodies colliding, the rhythmic slapping of flesh, and her own desperate, anguished cries.

"Please, Justin, slow down," she begged, her voice hoarse with pain. "It really hurts."

But Justin was beyond listening, his body driven by a primal need for release. "No," he snarled, his grip on her wrist tightening. "You came to us. You wanted to be treated like a whore, and that's exactly what you're getting."

Kenna's mind raced as she tried to process the situation. What had she been thinking, offering herself to these men? She had believed she could handle it, that she could use her body to climb the ranks of the advertising world. But now, as Justin's cock pounded into her ass with relentless intensity, she began to question her own sanity.

The pain was overwhelming, a searing, burning sensation that left her gasping for breath. She could feel every inch of him as he moved inside her, the sensation of being filled and stretched to the breaking point. The room spun around her, the sounds of their bodies moving together filling her ears, the scent of sex and sweat filling her nostrils.

"Fuck, your ass feels so good," Justin groaned, his voice a low, desperate growl. "Your ass feels amazing around my dick."

Kenna could feel the tears streaming down her face, the saliva dripping from her mouth, and the sweat beading on her forehead. The room was a symphony of sounds, the slapping of flesh, the moans of pleasure, and the occasional gasp as she struggled to breathe.

As Justin continued his relentless assault, Kenna couldn’t believe that she could feel another orgasm building slowly in her belly and threatened to explode at any moment. But this time, the pleasure was tinged with pain, the sensation of being used and abused overwhelming her senses.

Kenna lay pinned beneath Justin, her body aching from the relentless assault on her ass. The initial pain had begun to fade, replaced by a strange, intense sensation that left her both terrified and exhilarated. Justin's thrusts had slowed, but they had grown longer, more deliberate, each one pushing him deeper into her than the last.

From her vantage point, face down on the bed, she could feel every inch of him as he moved inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left her breathless and dizzy. She could feel the sweat dripping down her back, the sheets clinging to her skin, and the tears streaming down her face, mingling with the saliva that dripped from her mouth.

Justin's hands were like vices on her hip and wrist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he used her body for his pleasure. She could hear his grunts, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he fought for control. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, and her own desperate, anguished moans.

"Fuck, Kenna," Justin groaned, his voice a low, desperate growl. "Your ass is so fucking tight. It feels like it's choking my cock."

Kenna could feel it too, the intense pressure, the burning sensation as he stretched her, filled her. She could feel the orgasm building, but this time, the pleasure was different, more intense, more overwhelming. It was as if her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

Justin's thrusts grew more erratic and desperate, his hips bucking against hers as he pursued his release. Kenna could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled with the effort of holding back. She knew he was close, and the knowledge sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," Justin groaned, his voice a low, desperate growl. "I'm going to come deep in your ass."

Kenna braced herself, her body tensing in anticipation. As Justin's thrusts became more frantic, she felt an orgasm crashing over her, a wave of pleasure that left her shaking and breathless. It started in her belly, a tight, intense knot that unraveled with a force that left her screaming into the bedsheets. The pleasure was overwhelming, a searing, burning sensation that spread through her body, leaving her convulsing and trembling beneath Justin. She could feel her muscles clenching around him, her body milking his cock as he came deep inside her.

Justin's grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing with his release. She could feel the heat of his come, the way it filled her, marked her. The sensation was intense, almost too much to bear, but she rode it out, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm.

The room spun around her, the sounds of their bodies moving together filling her ears, the scent of sex and sweat filling her nostrils. She was lost in the moment, her body and mind completely consumed by the pleasure that coursed through her veins.

As the orgasm finally began to fade, her body shaking with the aftermath of the intense experience. She could feel her asshole starting to slowly recover, the sensation both dirty and exhilarating. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Kenna's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the dual penetration, the gagging on Frank's cock, and the dirty talk all combining to create an intense, almost overwhelming experience. She had taken it all, endured it all, and come out stronger on the other side. She had embraced her desires, her power, and her control. And as she lay there, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm, she knew that she had crossed a line, a point of no return.

"Wow, that was intense." Justin moaned, his voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. "I think I'm done. I need to get home."

"Want to share a cab?" Jake chimed in, his voice casual as he began to gather his belongings.

"Sure," Justin replied, already pulling on his clothes.

Kenna lay there, face down on the bed, her body aching and her mind reeling from the intense experience. She listened to the men discuss their plans, their voices distant and disconnected from the whirlwind of emotions inside her. There was more murmuring of conversation, the sound of clothing being gathered, and finally, the soft click of the hotel door closing as Jake and Justin left.

Frank, who had remained silent until now, lay down on the bed next to her. His hand gently brushed her hair away from her face, his touch surprisingly tender. "Was that what you wanted, Kenna?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers.

Kenna hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to process the evening's events. "I... I think so," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Yes. It was. Maybe that last part with Justin was a little much, but it was... strong. Let's just say I came very hard."

Frank's expression softened, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You look a bit of a mess," he said gently. "I was going to take a shower and sleep here. Do you want to stay the night as well? No obligation."

Kenna took a deep breath, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. The thought of going home, of facing the world after what she had just experienced, was overwhelming. "I don't think I could go home right now," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or whether I even want to be alone. I do think I desperately need a shower."

Frank nodded, his hand still gently stroking her hair. "You go first then," he said. "I think you earned it."

Kenna pushed herself up from the bed, her body protesting with every movement. She made her way to the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath her feet a stark contrast to the heat of the room. It took her a while to take the lingerie off as it was soaking in sweat. As she stepped into the shower, the hot water cascaded over her body, washing away the sweat, the come, and the remnants of the night's intense encounters.

She stood there for a long time, her head resting against the tiles, the water pounding against her skin. The shower was a cleansing ritual, a chance to wash away the physical evidence of the night, but the memories remained, etched deeply into her mind and body. She had crossed a line, a point of no return, and she knew that she would never be the same.

As she finally stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She was ready to face whatever came next, ready to embrace her inner emotions. And as she walked back into the room, her eyes meeting Frank's, who lay casually on the bed, still naked, waiting for her to return.