Introduction
The upcoming section is quite extensive, likely longer than many of the previous chapters combined. To make it easier to handle, I’ve divided it into a few chapters. Keep in mind, it contains a lot of explicit content that doesn’t let up once it starts. I envision this as the final chapter of the series, but I’ve left some flexibility to possibly continue it or even explore a prequel featuring an intern from the past.
Though not initially planned, I realize I was subconsciously inspired by the House Slut series by phenylalanine. Their chapters have always been my favorites on this site, and I’ve read many of them multiple times.
Story
The day after the traumatic incident in the supply closet, Kenna was on edge, her anxiety spiking with every knock on her office door. However, each time it was just a colleague coming to discuss work-related matters. Todd and Phil had assigned her some engaging art projects, while Donald involved her in client scheduling, providing the kind of experience she had initially hoped for at Saxon and Associates. As her workload increased, her mind became preoccupied, allowing her to temporarily forget the distressing events. Notably, the daily harassment she had endured, sometimes multiple times a day, abruptly ceased. Her coworkers’ behavior shifted, and they appeared more helpful and friendly, rather than hostile. As time passed, Kenna began to feel more at ease, hoping that the office dynamics had genuinely changed and she was no longer being exploited.
For her Friday lunch, she went to the park and sat in the sunshine, eating a sandwich and watched as people enjoyed the beautiful day. As she stepped back into the office, the warm glow of the sunshine still lingering on her skin, Kenna was greeted by a brief knock on the door. Justin’s receptionist walked in, a manilla envelope in hand, and a hint of urgency in her voice.
“Hey Kenna, I need a favor. I’ve got a rush delivery that can’t wait for a courier. Would you mind dropping this off at the City Hotel, just a short walk down the street? It’s for room 690.”
Kenna’s smile was genuine as she agreed, “Sure, no problem.”
As she walked to the City Hotel, Kenna felt invigorated by the fresh air and the prospect of a longer stroll back to the office afterwards, perhaps with a coffee in hand. The hotel’s grandeur took her breath away, marble and crystal adorned the lobby, exuding opulence. She stepped into the elevator, surrounded by mirrors and gold trim, which lent an air of sophistication to the space. The soft ding of the elevator announced her arrival on the floor, and she stepped out into the plush carpeted hallway, searching for room 690. Her footsteps led her to a set of double doors, where she paused, and gave the door a brief knock.
She heard a loud “Come in” and stepped into a large hotel room filled with plush couches and an ornate glass table. The table was adorned with a bucket of ice, a bottle of champagne partially submerged, and several other bottles. As she took in the scene, she quickly recognized Justin, but the four other men sitting around the table, sipping whiskey from crystal glasses, were strangers to her. What caught her off guard, however, was the presence of Marie, standing beside the table. She had on a grey form fitting dress and very high heels, but couldn’t help notice a very similar manilla envelope that she was holding close to her chest.
Justin immediately stood up. “Kenna, glad you could make it. Let me introduce you. These men are all the founding partners of S&A.”
“Hi there. My name is Jake,” said a tall man with reddish blond hair, wearing a very expensive looking grey suit.
Henry, with curly brown hair, was next, followed by Allan, with slicked back blond hair.
The last man, with dark black hair, spoke up, “I’m Frank. I’m the president here. I was the one brought this place to life.”
Kenna was in shock for a moment. Frank was a legend in the marketing world, having started S&A in his twenties and building it into one of the most respected marketing companies in the world. She was surprised she didn’t recognize him right away.
Justin took a sip of his drink, a hint of a smile on his face. “Kenna and Marie, you’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. We’re here to celebrate a major milestone. This morning, we finalized a deal to sell the company. This is still confidential, but rest assured, S&A will continue to flourish under new leadership. We’ve been pouring our hearts and souls into this deal for months, and it’s finally done.” He raised his glass in a toast. “As the deal got closer to being final, we were trying to think of how to celebrate, when I suggested to Frank and the others that they should…take advantage of the internship program here.”
Kenna’s eyes widened as she grasped the implications. Her hopes of avoiding the darker side of the company’s culture had just been shattered. She glanced over at Marie, who looked like she was about to bolt, her face pale and nervous.
Frank strode over to the table, where the champagne bottle waited. With a flourish, he twisted open the wire and released the cork, which popped open with a loud pop. He poured two glasses of the effervescent liquid, handing one to Marie and the other to Kenna. She couldn’t help but notice the bottle was a Louis Roederer, a luxury champagne that likely cost more than her monthly salary.
“Why don’t you two go into the bedroom,” Frank suggested, his voice low and smooth. “There’s something for you there.” As he spoke, he took another sip of his whiskey, his eyes locking onto Kenna’s with an unnerving intensity. She felt like his gaze was burning into her, making her skin prickle with unease. She glanced over at Marie, who subtly nodded towards the bedroom, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and uncertainty. Together, they walked towards the room, their footsteps quiet on the plush carpet, unsure of what awaited them.
On the bed was two sets of lingerie. On the left was a white corset, with a set of garters and panties. She could tell it was high quality, with intricate lace. From the chest, she guessed this was for Marie as there was no way her own small breasts could fill the large cups.
On the right, was a pink bra that had barely any material. A matching set of garters, panties and stockings.
Kenna looked at Marie. “What do we do?”
Marie’s eyes locked onto Kenna’s, her expression a mix of anxiety and warning. “Listen, Kenna, we don’t have a choice. We need to do what they say. Those men want to party, and if we don’t comply, they’ll be furious.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the urgency was palpable. “What I didn’t tell you is that you’re the third intern. There was one after me, and I heard they…visited her office a lot. Once her internship was over and she got a full-time job, she thought she could say no. But she refused someone, maybe an executive or one of the partners, and they destroyed her. I heard she can’t work anywhere in marketing now. She went through that horror for a year, and despite it all, she walked away with nothing.” Marie’s words were laced with a sense of desperation. “When she joined, they stopped paying as much attention to me, and I was able to continue growing here. Sure, every once in a while, John, Donald, or Justin would come by for old times’ sake, but most of the attention was on the new intern. One day, they’ll get bored of you and bring in another intern. You just need to ride it out and don’t rock the boat.” With that, Marie downed the glass of champagne in one swift motion, her eyes never leaving Kenna’s. She placed the glass on a side table, and without another word, she unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She slipped off her underwear, and then picked up the lingerie from the bed, beginning to put it on with a sense of resignation.
Kenna mirrored Marie’s actions, downing the glass of champagne in one swift motion. She gazed at the lingerie on the bed, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. With a sense of resignation, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, her naked body exposed. As she put on the bra, she was surprised to find that it fit her perfectly, as if they had known her size all along. The realization sent a shiver down her spine. She slid the panties on, but before she could attach the garters, Marie’s voice interrupted her. “Panties go on outside the garters,” Marie said, her tone laced with a hint of warning. “Trust me.” Kenna hesitated for a moment, but then followed Marie’s advice. She pulled on the stockings, attached the garter, and then slid the panties over them, the delicate fabric hugging her curves. Finally, she slipped her high heels back on, the stilettos clicking against the floor as she stood up, transformed into a vision of elegance and sensuality, her heart heavy with foreboding.
The two women stood frozen, locked in a silent understanding, each waiting for the other to break the silence. Kenna’s gaze drifted to Marie, her eyes drawn to the corset that hugged her curves. The transparent fabric revealed Marie’s nipples, and Kenna couldn’t help but notice how perfectly her breasts filled the top, as if it had been tailored specifically for her. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken words. Then, with a deep sigh, Marie spoke, her voice laced with resignation. “OK, let’s get this party started,” she said, her words dripping with a sense of obligation. With a slow, deliberate movement, she turned and headed towards the door, her high heels clicking against the floor. The sound seemed to echo through the room, a harbinger of the events that were to unfold. As Marie reached the door, she paused, her hand on the handle, and glanced back at Kenna, her eyes a mixture of warning and pleading. Then, with a gentle push, she opened the door and stepped out into the unknown, leaving Kenna to follow.
As they emerged from the bedroom, the women were greeted by a chorus of whistles and catcalls from the five men, their voices echoing through the room like a pack of wolves. Frank’s booming voice rose above the din, “Wow, you look amazing!” The men had clearly been waiting for this moment, and they were ready to indulge in the spectacle. Kenna’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene before her. The men had poured themselves glasses of champagne, and they were toasting one another, their faces flushed with excitement. Justin, a sly grin spreading across his face, spoke up, “Why don’t you girls dance for us?” He pressed play on a tape player, and the unmistakable sound of Bon Jovi filled the air. Marie, seeming to come alive to the music, began to sway her hips and twirl around, her movements sensual and provocative. She was dancing like she was in a club, but with an added layer of seduction, her chest and butt thrust out in a way that was both alluring and awkward. Kenna tried to follow her lead, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling of self-consciousness. She felt like she was on display, her body exposed and vulnerable. But as she closed her eyes and let the music wash over her, she began to let go of her inhibitions. She focused on the beat, letting her body move to the rhythm, and tried to block out the fact that she was dancing in front of five men, wearing next to nothing. She told herself the week was almost over, that once this was done, she could escape, go home, relax for the weekend and try to forget what was going on. The music became her escape, a way to temporarily forget about the uncomfortable situation she found herself in.
As the music continued to pulse through the room, Frank’s voice cut through the air, his words dripping with excitement. He pointed at Justin, a sly grin spreading across his face. “You are the man that made this happen,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “I know what you deserve.” With a quick motion, he walked over to a corner of the room and pulled two chairs into the middle of the floor, positioning them next to each other, a few feet apart. He sat down in one, his legs spread wide, and motioned for Justin to take the other. The invitation was clear, and Justin’s eyes lit up with anticipation as he sat down.
Frank’s voice rang out again, his words sending a shiver down Kenna’s spine. “Hey girls, give us a lap dance.” Kenna’s mind went blank, unsure of what he was asking for. She had heard the term before, but it was something she had never experienced, never even considered. She looked over at Marie, who seemed to know exactly what to do. With a confident smile, Marie walked over to Frank, her hips swaying to the music. She began to slide her butt up and down on his crotch, her movements sensual and provocative. Justin, sitting in the other chair, watched with a big smile on his face, his eyes fixed on Kenna.
Kenna felt a surge of uncertainty, but she was determined to follow Marie’s lead. She took a deep breath and began to rub her lingerie-encased butt up and down on Justin’s crotch, trying to mimic the movements she had seen Marie make. As soon as she made contact, Justin’s hands shot out, pulling her closer, grinding his clearly hard cock against her through his pants. The sensation was unexpected, and Kenna felt a jolt of surprise. She tried to pull back, but Justin’s grip was firm, holding her in place. Marie, meanwhile, seemed to be lost in the moment, her eyes closed, her body moving in perfect sync with the music. Kenna, on the other hand, felt like she was in way over her head, unsure of what to do next.
As the music pulsed on, Justin’s hands began to roam freely over Kenna’s body, his fingers tracing the curves of her small breasts through the pink bra she wore. He groped her, his touch rough and uninvited, sending shivers down her spine. His hands slid up and down her body, claiming every inch of her as his own, leaving no part of her untouched. The sensation was overwhelming, and Kenna felt a wave of discomfort wash over her.
After what felt like an eternity, Justin’s grip on her arms tightened, and he turned her around, his eyes locking onto hers with an unnerving intensity. He pulled her down, his hands guiding her, until she was on her knees between his spread legs. The position was humiliating, and Kenna felt a surge of embarrassment and fear. As she looked up at Justin, she saw the excitement in his eyes, the thrill of power and control that he seemed to be savoring.
With a swift motion, Justin unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, the sound of the zipper and the sudden appearance of his erect cock making Kenna’s heart skip a beat. She felt a wave of panic rising up, as she realized what was expected of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Frank turning Marie around, mimicking the same position, and she knew she was not alone in this ordeal.
But before she could process anything further, Justin’s hand closed around the back of her head, his fingers digging into her scalp as he pulled her down towards his cock. Kenna felt a sense of dread wash over her, as she realized she was being forced to perform an act that had become all too familiar. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but think that this was how it all started, her being coerced into sucking Justin’s cock, all in the name of getting the job she had always wanted, but which now terrorized her almost every day. The irony was not lost on her, and the feeling of being trapped and helpless was suffocating.
“I want to feel that pretty mouth all over my dick.” With those words, he pulled her down until the head of his cock touched her lips. Surrendering once again, she opened her mouth and let his dick slide into her mouth. He let go of her head.
“You know what to do.” Justin said. Kenna knew what she needed to do and started moving up and down on his cock, doing her best to please him. “I want you to look at me while you suck my cock.”
As she continued to move up and down on his cock, Kenna felt a sense of detachment wash over her. She was no longer in control, her body simply going through the motions, her mind numb to the reality of what she was doing. Looking up, Justin’s eyes were closed, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration, as he savored the sensation of her mouth on his flesh.
The room was quiet, with only the music playing in the background, and the occasional murmur of pleasure from Justin. Kenna’s eyes were fixed on his face, her gaze drawn to the look of ecstasy that had taken over his features. She felt a sense of revulsion wash over her, her stomach churning with nausea, as she realized the true extent of her situation.
As Kenna’s gaze drifted to the side, she was met with a sight that made her heart sink. Marie was indeed in the same compromising position, her head bobbing up and down as she serviced Frank with a fervor that seemed almost frantic. Frank’s pants and underwear were bunched around his ankles, his eyes closed in rapture.
Kenna’s eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Marie’s antics. She was going much deeper than Kenna had thought possible, her throat constricting around Frank’s cock as she moved up and down with a rapid, almost furious pace. The sound of Marie’s gagging and Frank’s groaning filled the air, creating a cacophony of noise that was both disturbing and unsettling.
Kenna felt a pang of discomfort as she watched the scene unfold before her. She couldn’t help but compare her own situation to Marie’s, and she felt a sense of relief that she wasn’t being forced to go as deep or as fast. But as she looked back at Justin, she saw the excitement in his eyes, and she knew that she couldn’t let her guard down. She had to keep going, no matter how uncomfortable it made her, if she wanted to get through this ordeal and able to keep her job. She felt a wave of desperation wash over her as she continued to move up and down on Justin’s cock.
As Justin’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze pierced through the haze, locking onto Kenna’s with an unnerving intensity. The air was heavy with the sound of labored breathing, the only noise in the room. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, a slow, sly smile spread across Justin’s face, his eyes gleaming with a sense of control. He reached out, his hand closing around Kenna’s hair like a vice, his touch gentle yet unyielding. With a subtle tug, he guided her movements, his fingers wrapped around her hair like a handle, dictating the rhythm and pace of her actions. The possessiveness in his gesture was unmistakable, a stark reminder of who was in charge.
As Justin’s eyes remained locked onto hers, his voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re so good at this,” he breathed, his words dripping with satisfaction. “I knew you’d be perfect for the job when I saw you, teasing me under the desk during our interview.” The memory of that moment flashed through Kenna’s mind, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her. She had been so desperate to make a good impression, to get the job, and now it seemed that her attempts at flirtation had been grossly misinterpreted. Justin’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and Kenna’s mind began to reel with the consequences of her actions. She pushed the shame down, trying to focus on the present moment, but her thoughts were racing with questions. What had she gotten herself into? What did Justin and the others have planned for her? As she continued to move up and down on his cock, her body numbly following the rhythm he had set, Kenna’s mind was consumed by the uncertainty of her situation, and the fear of what might come next.
As Kenna’s gaze remained locked on Justin, she was suddenly and unexpectedly aware of a presence behind her. The sensation of her panties being pulled to the side was a shock, sending a jolt of surprise coursing through her body. Her instinct was to turn, to see who was behind her, but Justin’s grip on her hair was unyielding, holding her head firmly in place as he continued to move her up and down. The movement was relentless, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a steady rhythm.
Before she could even process what was going on, Kenna felt a hand grab her ass, the fingers wrapping around her cheek with a firm, possessive grasp. The touch was confident, unhesitant, and then, the unmistakable sensation of a penis brushed against her vaginal lips, probing for entry. The touch was gentle, yet insistent, and Kenna’s body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. The sensation was almost tentative, as if the person behind her was waiting for some sign of acceptance, or perhaps simply savoring the moment before taking what they wanted. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the promise of what was to come, and Kenna’s heart was racing with a mix of fear and anticipation.
As the cock slid into her, filling her to the hilt, Kenna let out a muffled groan, her voice muffled by Justin’s cock still lodged in her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and she was shocked by the sudden invasion of her body. She couldn’t even tell who was behind her, her mind reeling with the realization that she was now filled by two cocks, one in each end.
The feeling was almost too much to bear, and Kenna’s body went rigid as she struggled to accommodate the dual penetration. Justin’s cock in her mouth seemed to grow even larger, and the cock in her pussy seemed to be stretching her to her limits. She was trapped, unable to move or escape, as the two men began to move in tandem, their thrusts synchronized as they took her from both ends. Kenna’s world narrowed to a single point, her entire being focused on the sensations coursing through her body, as she was consumed by the primal, animalistic act of being taken by two men at once.
Kenna’s body was subjected to a barrage of sensations. Justin’s cock in her mouth was thrusting in and out, the head bumping against the back of her throat, while the other man’s cock in her pussy was pumping in and out, the friction sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body.
The man behind her, whose face she still hadn’t seen, was taking her with a fierce intensity, his hips slamming against her ass as he drove his cock deep into her. Kenna’s body was stretched to its limits, her vaginal walls straining to accommodate the invasion, while her mouth was stretched wide around Justin’s cock.
As the two men continued to use her, Kenna’s mind began to blur, her thoughts fragmenting into a thousand different sensations. She felt like a toy, a plaything for the two men to use and discard at their whim. Her body was a mere vessel, a receptacle for their lust and desire.
Justin’s eyes were closed, his face twisted in a mask of ecstasy, as he thrust his cock into Kenna’s mouth. The other man, on the other hand, seemed to be savoring the moment, as he pumped his cock into her, slowly at times, speeding up and then slowing down again.
Kenna’s body began to respond, her vaginal walls contracting around the cock in her pussy, while her mouth began to suck and swallow around Justin’s cock. The sensations were overwhelming, and Kenna felt herself being pulled under, her body succumbing to the primal, animalistic act of being taken by two men at once.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lust, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Kenna’s body was a mere instrument, a tool for the two men to use and discard at their whim. And yet, despite the degradation and humiliation, Kenna felt a spark of pleasure ignite within her, a spark that threatened to consume her entire being.
As Kenna’s gaze drifted to the side, she caught a glimpse of the redhead she met earlier, his fiery locks a stark contrast to the scene unfolding before her. She thought she remembered his name being Jake, but it hardly seemed relevant now. What did capture her attention, however, was the way he was taking Marie from behind, his hips pistoning back and forth with a rapid, almost frenzied intensity, which she continued to give Frank a blowjob.
Marie’s body was holding onto Franks’s thighs as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of Jake’s thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, a staccato beat that seemed to match the pounding of Kenna’s own heart.
As she watched, Kenna’s mind began to wander back to her own situation. She was still being taken by two men, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. The question was, which one was fucking her? Was it Allan or Henry? The names swirled in her mind, but she couldn’t seem to care. At this point, it hardly mattered. She was just a vessel, a receptacle for their lust and desire. The identity of the men using her was almost irrelevant, a mere footnote in the grand tapestry of her degradation.
As the man behind her moaned in ecstasy, his words sent a shiver down Kenna’s spine. “Oh man, this pussy feels so good. I’m going to come soon.” The raw, unbridled passion in his voice was unmistakable, and it seemed to spark a reaction in Justin. “Me too, Justin,” he groaned, his voice low and husky.
Seemingly inspired by each other’s words, both men sped up their pace, their thrusts becoming more frenzied and intense. Justin’s grip on her hair tightened, and he began to move her up and down his cock with a newfound urgency. At the same time, he was thrusting into her mouth, his hips pistoning back and forth with a rapid, almost frantic intensity.
Kenna’s body was stretched to its limits, her mouth and pussy straining to accommodate the two men’s fervent movements. All she could do was hold on, her hands grasping at the floor as she tried to maintain her balance. The sensations were overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that threatened to consume her entire being.
As the two men continued to use her, their breathing grew more labored, their groans and moans filling the air. “Fuck, I’m going to…” the man behind her trailed off, his words lost in a strangled cry of ecstasy. At almost the same moment, Justin’s body tensed, his cock spasming in her mouth as he came.
The sudden influx of semen was almost too much for Kenna to handle. Justin’s come shot into her mouth and throat, causing her to gag and cough. The man behind her was no less generous, dumping his load into her with a loud, triumphant groan. Kenna’s body was flooded with the sticky, warm fluid, and she felt herself being pulled under, her senses reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience.
As she tried her best to swallow, Justin’s cock continued to spasm in her mouth, squirting out a few last drops of semen. The man behind her pulled out, his cock slipping from her pussy with a soft, wet sound. Justin followed suit, his cock sliding from her mouth as he stepped back, a look of satisfaction etched on his face.
Kenna was left gasping for breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the vigorous session. Saliva dripped from her chin, mingling with the semen that still lingered on her lips. She felt used, degraded, and yet… and yet, there was a spark of pleasure that lingered within her, a spark that refused to be extinguished.
As she struggled to catch her breath, Kenna couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer intensity of the experience. She had been used by two men, taken with a ferocity and passion that had left her reeling. And yet, even as she felt the sting of degradation, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement, a sense of anticipation that wondered what other secrets the night might hold.
As Kenna’s gaze drifted to the side, she was met with the sight of Marie, who was lying on her side on the floor, her chest heaving with exertion. Her breathing was labored, her lungs struggling to replenish the oxygen that had been depleted during the intense session with Jake and Frank. Marie’s eyes were closed, her face flushed with exhaustion, as she slowly began to catch her breath.
Nearby, Jake was busily pulling his pants back up, his movements economical and efficient as he restored his clothing to its proper order. His face was calm, his expression serene, as if he had simply been engaging in a mundane activity rather than participating in a fervent and passionate encounter.
In contrast, Frank was leaning back, a look of supreme satisfaction etched on his face. His eyes were closed, a contented smile spreading across his features as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. His dick, which had only moments before been a rigid and potent force, was now slowly softening, its fury spent as it lay limp and still between his legs. The sight was almost tranquil, a stark contrast to the frenzied and intense activity that had preceded it.
“Hey girls, come here,” Henry called out, his voice low and inviting. His brown hair was mussed, and his eyes sparkled with a warm, intimate light as he motioned to Kenna and Marie. Kenna slowly rose to her feet, her movements languid as she made her way over to the couch where Henry was sitting. As she approached, she noticed two glasses of champagne sitting on the coffee table in front of him, the bubbles rising to the surface with a soft, gentle fizz.
She gladly accepted one of the glasses and took a long, healthy drink, feeling the cool, crisp liquid wash away the salty taste that still lingered in her mouth. The champagne was a welcome respite, and she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the refreshing sensation as it slid down her throat. Marie walked over and joined her, also taking a glass and drinking deeply, her eyes meeting Kenna’s for a brief moment as they both seemed to appreciate the simple pleasure of the drink.
As they stood there, Henry reached out and took both of them, his hands closing around their hips as he guided them down onto the couch on either side of him. Kenna felt a sense of relaxation as she curled up against him, leaning into his warm, solid body. Henry’s smile was huge, his face alight with pleasure as he looked back and forth between the two girls, his eyes drinking in the sight of them.
For a moment, they just sat there, the only sound the soft clinking of the champagne glasses and the gentle hum of the music in the background. Henry’s hands rested on their hips, his fingers stroking their skin in a gentle, soothing motion. Kenna felt her eyes growing heavy, her body relaxing into the warmth and comfort of the moment. She was aware of Marie’s presence on the other side of Henry, but it was distant, a vague sense of awareness that didn’t seem to intrude on her own sense of peace.
As she looked up at Henry, she saw that his eyes were still moving back and forth between them, his gaze filled with a warm, affectionate light. He seemed to be basking in the joy of the moment, his face radiant with happiness as he sat there, surrounded by the two beautiful girls wearing such seductive outfits. The atmosphere was intimate and relaxed, the sense of connection between them palpable as they sat there, wrapped in the warm, golden glow of the afternoon sun coming into the room.
“It’s my turn.” As Henry’s words hung in the air, a mischievous glint sparked in his eye, and he slowly removed his arms from around the girls. With a deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down in one swift, economical motion, revealing a raging hard-on that jutted out from his body. The sight was almost primal, his arousal clearly fueled by the intense orgy that had just unfolded before him.
His pubic hair was a dense, dark bush, closely trimmed to accentuate the thick, veined shaft that rose from its center. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation as he spoke, his voice low and husky with desire. “I’ve always wanted two girls to go down on me at the same time,” he confessed, his words dripping with a raw, unbridled longing.
The room erupted into a chorus of cheers and applause, with a few high-fives and whoops of excitement punctuating the air. Kenna felt a sense of resignation wash over her as she stared down at Henry’s erect penis, her eyes meeting Marie’s in a moment of silent communication. Marie’s expression was a picture of wry amusement, and she responded to Kenna’s unspoken query with a gentle shake of her head, as if to say, “here we go again.”
As they lowered themselves into his lap, Marie and Kenna worked in tandem, their tongues moving in sync as they licked the sides of Henry’s cock. Marie’s hand remained cupped around his balls, gently massaging them as she licked. Kenna, meanwhile, focused on the other side, her tongue running up and down in a smooth, steady motion. The combined sensation was almost too much for Henry to bear, and he let out a low, rumbling moan as he shifted slightly, his hips rising to meet their eager mouths. “Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, as Marie and Kenna continued to lavish attention on him.
As Henry’s hands guided Kenna’s head, she felt his cock slide into her mouth, the smooth skin glistening with the saliva that coated it. She began to move up and down, her lips wrapping tightly around him as her tongue danced across his length, sending shivers through his body.
“Marie. Suck my balls at the same time.” Henry moaned. Marie moved off the couch and between his legs. While Kenna moved up and down, sucking his dick, she had a perfect view as Marie took each of his balls in her mouth and played gently with them. She sucked and played with them, her tongue rolling them around in her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through Henry. His moans grew louder as the dual sensations washed over him, Kenna’s mouth working his cock and Marie’s lips caressing his balls, the combination driving him closer to the edge.
“Mmm…Swap places.” Henry moaned, his voice low and husky with desire. Kenna stopped for a moment, her eyes drifting down to Marie, who was still gently sucking on his balls. The sight was almost comical, Marie’s cheeks bulging like a chipmunk’s as she cradled his testicles in her mouth. Kenna’s gaze lingered on Marie, her expression softening as she thought about their complicated past. Before this, she had been torn about how she felt about Marie. She had used her, just like all the men, but she had also awakened something in Kenna, introducing her to a new world of intimacy and pleasure as the first woman she had ever been with. Now, as they navigated this challenging situation together, Kenna felt a sense of solidarity with Marie, a sense of shared purpose that went beyond their current circumstances. They were in this together, doing their best to support each other, and that realization filled Kenna with a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the unexpected bond that was forming between them.
Without another word, Marie and Kenna swapped spots. Marie immediately put Henry’s cock in her mouth and started to thrust up and down with vigor. “Fuck Marie, you really do give the best head.” Kenna watched as a pool of saliva built up around the base of his dick. “Come on Kenna, lick my balls. Get to it.” Henry moaned. Kenna leaned forward and just like Marie had done, took one of them in her mouth, running her tongue along the hairy surface. After a few moments, she switched to the other one. It was a bit challenging, because Marie was moving up and down so fast, she worried their heads might collide.
Henry’s lifted his leg higher, his hand grasping Kenna’s hair as he gently pushed her downward. “Keep licking me,” he moaned, his voice husky with desire. Kenna’s confusion was evident, but she continued to obey, her tongue darting under his balls, tracing a path up and down.
“Lower,” he moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Marie’s pace quickened. Kenna’s tongue moved lower, exploring the ridged skin beneath his balls. “Lower,” he urged again, his voice laced with anticipation.
As she descended further, Kenna’s eyes widened in understanding, her gaze falling upon the tight ring of his anus. Her stomach twisted with a mix of trepidation and uncertainty, realizing what he was asking her to do.
“Lick down there Kenna,” Henry whispered, his voice low and husky. Kenna’s gaze drifted upward, meeting Marie’s eyes, which seemed to hold a mixture of relief and sympathy, as if to say, “glad it’s not me.” Marie’s face was a picture of intense focus, her cheeks hollowed as she continued to devour him.
Kenna’s attention was drawn back to the task at hand, her eyes fixed on the unfamiliar, wrinkled opening. A hand grasped the back of her head, Henry’s fingers guiding her downward. She extended her tongue, its tip tracing circles around his anus. The sensation seemed to unleash a torrent of pleasure, Henry’s moans growing louder and more urgent. Marie’s pace quickened, her suction growing stronger, and Kenna could sense her desperation to bring this encounter to a swift conclusion. She hoped that their combined efforts would soon satiate Henry’s desires, and this ordeal would finally be over.
To her surprise, the scent was not as overpowering as she had anticipated, and she wondered if Henry had taken the time to shower before their encounter. The thought was a brief distraction from the task at hand. She persisted in tracing circles with her tongue, hoping that this would be enough to satisfy him. As she worked, she closed her eyes, attempting to shut out the reality of her situation, and the unpleasantness of what she was being forced to do. The darkness behind her eyelids was a fleeting escape, a momentary reprieve from the discomfort and humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her.
In an abrupt motion, Henry pulled Kenna away, simultaneously releasing Marie from her oral task. His single, curt command was “Down,” as he guided both girls to the floor, positioning them side by side in front of him. “Open your mouths,” he instructed, his voice firm and expectant. Kenna hesitated, unsure of what to anticipate, before slowly parting her lips.
“Close your eyes,” Marie whispered, her voice barely audible. Kenna’s eyes remained open, fixed on Henry as he began to stroke himself, his movements rapid and intense, mere inches from their faces. The realization of what was about to happen dawned on her, and she swiftly closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. A loud, guttural grunt escaped Henry’s lips as he reached his climax, and Kenna felt a warm, sticky rope of semen splatter against her nose and cheek, before landing on her tongue. The grunting continued, and she assumed Marie was receiving the same treatment, but she didn’t dare open her eyes to find out. The room was suddenly filled with cheers and shouts, and Kenna felt one final splash of semen land on her chest, the warm liquid spreading across her skin.
As the commotion subsided, Kenna cautiously opened her eyes, her gaze scanning the scene before her. She slowly rose to her feet, her movements deliberate and measured. Henry, seemingly sated, handed her a handful of tissues, which she accepted with a sense of gratitude. With gentle, meticulous motions, she began to clean herself, wiping away the remnants of Henry’s climax from her skin, her eyes cast downward in a mix of relief and discomfort.
Kenna stood frozen, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of exhaustion and desperation, hoping against hope that her ordeal was finally coming to an end. Although she was struggling to keep track, she believed each of them men in the room had come and was hopefully satisfied, and now she just wanted it to be over. But before she could catch her breath, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as a low, husky voice whispered “You’re next” in her ear. She was spun around to face Frank, his face splitting into a wide, predatory grin as he took in her disheveled appearance. “I have to say, I was skeptical when I heard the new intern was the hottest one yet,” he said, his eyes roving over her body with an unapologetic intensity. “I mean, Marie was a tough act to follow, but now I see what all the fuss is about.” He took her hand, his grip firm as he led her towards the bedroom, the encouragement of the other men in the room. “You go, Frank! Have fun!” only adding to her sense of dread and foreboding.
As they entered the bedroom, Frank made no effort to close the door, instead beginning to methodically remove his dress shirt, folding it with precision over the back of a chair. Kenna remained frozen in place, her gaze involuntarily drawn to his physique, which was more impressive than she had anticipated. His broad shoulders and chiseled frame were evident even under his remaining clothing, and a layer of chest hair partially concealed a well-defined chest. Frank’s eyes never left hers as he approached her, his hand extending to gently stroke her hair, then tracing a path down her shoulder, finally coming to rest on her lace-covered breast. Kenna’s eyes locked onto his, her mind racing with a sense of impending inevitability, yet she remained paralyzed, unable to muster a response or reaction.
Frank’s voice was low and commanding as he smiled at Kenna, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Take off my pants,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Kenna’s gaze dropped to his belt, her fingers moving to loosen it, the sound of the buckle opening seeming to fill the air. She unbuttoned his pants and began to pull them down, the fabric sliding over his hips until she was confronted with the unmistakable bulge of his underwear. “Now my underwear,” Frank directed, his voice still low and husky. Reaching up, Kenna grasped the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, his semi-erect penis springing out, its tip glistening with a faint sheen that suggested it was still damp from the recent attention it had received from Marie. Frank stepped out of his discarded pants, his movements economical as he tossed them aside, his eyes never leaving Kenna’s face.
Frank’s voice was laced with a sense of entitlement as he issued his command, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of anticipation and authority. “Suck my cock,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for refusal. “I want you to get me nice and hard.” The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of who was in charge. Kenna’s mind reeled as she found herself on her knees, clad only in the fragile fabric of her lingerie, her professional aspirations hanging precariously in the balance. It was a surreal and humiliating scenario, one that she never could have imagined when she first landed the coveted internship. Frank, a towering figure in the marketing world, was now reduced to a mere mortal, his legendary status eclipsed by his base desires. And Kenna, once a bright and ambitious young professional, was forced to surrender her dignity, her actions dictated by the cruel whims of her superior.
Kenna wrapper her mouth around his dick and moved in a steady rhythm, the salty taste of his cock lingering from his previous encounter with Marie. Despite the fatigue in her jaw from the recent blowjob she had given Henry, she persevered, determined to satisfy Frank’s desires. As the president of the company, she felt a sense of obligation to please him, and she poured all her energy into the task at hand. The sound of her sucking filled the air, a wet, slurping noise that accompanied the gentle hum of her exertion. With each passing moment, her mouth worked tirelessly, her lips and tongue moving in perfect harmony to bring Frank to the brink of ecstasy.
Frank whispered, his voice low and husky, “Kenna, the rumors were true…you’re amazingly skilled at giving head.” His words sent a shiver down her spine as she continued to work her magic, her mouth and tongue moving in perfect sync. She could feel his cock growing thicker, his girth expanding, and her jaws began to ache in protest. The memory of Marie’s recent blowjob still lingered, and Kenna wondered if Frank’s expectations were realistic. Could she really bring him to climax again, so soon after his previous encounter? The challenge seemed daunting, but she steeled herself for the task ahead, her determination to please him warring with the discomfort that threatened to overwhelm her. As she struggled to accommodate his size, her mind racing with the effort, she knew she had to push through the pain and find a way to make it work.
As Frank pulled his dick out of Kenna’s mouth with a quiet pop, she was left wondering what he had planned next. Still on her knees, she felt a sense of uncertainty wash over her. But before she could even process what was happening, he reached down and grasped her arms, pulling her to her feet with surprising ease. In one swift motion, he tossed her onto the bed like a ragdoll, her body bouncing slightly on the soft mattress. Frank climbed onto the bed, his eyes scanning her body up and down, taking in every curve and contour. He reached down and grasped her panties, sliding them down her legs with a gentle yet firm touch, before tossing them over his shoulder with a careless flick of his wrist.
Kenna lay on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation, having a pretty good idea that he didn’t just want a blowjob. She watched as Frank took hold of her legs, still covered in the pink stockings, and lifted them until they were straight up in the air. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he placed each one on his shoulders, his hands wrapping around her thighs to hold her in place. Looking down, she could see his cock, now rock hard and swollen with arousal, ready for sex. He pushed himself forward, his eyes locked on hers, until she felt the head of his cock spread her pussy lips, but then with a sudden thrust, he plunged himself deep into her with a deep groan.
As he pulled out most of the way, she felt a sense of emptiness, only to be filled again as he plunged back in, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her gasp. There was a bit of a wet noise, and she realized that she was likely still wet with the come from whoever had fucked her from behind earlier. The thought sent a wave of excitement through her, and she held onto the bed, looking up as Frank pounded into her with no remorse or care for what he was doing. His eyes were closed, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration, as he drove into her again and again, his hips moving with a fierce and unrelenting rhythm. Kenna felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body responding to the intense stimulation, as she was swept up in a tide of passion and desire.
As she lay there, being fucked by a man she barely knew, Kenna couldn’t help but feel a numbness that had become all too familiar. It was as if she had become a mere object, a tool to be used for the pleasure of others, and she was starting to lose herself in the process. She gazed up at Frank, his face twisted in a mixture of passion and focus, his eyes closed as he thrust in and out of her with a fierce intensity. He was a marketing legend, a man of power and influence, and yet here he was, using her like a plaything, taking advantage of her vulnerability.
As she watched him, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of disillusionment, a sense of disappointment that this was what her life had been reduced to. She had once been an ambitious and driven person, full of hopes and dreams, but now she was just a means to an end, a way for men like Frank to satisfy their desires. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was disappearing into a sea of faceless, nameless men, each one using her for their own pleasure.
Despite the numbness, despite the sense of detachment, Kenna couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement, a spark that had been ignited by the earlier sex. She had been excited, but not enough to reach an orgasm, and now she was left feeling frustrated, feeling like she was teetering on the edge of something, but unable to quite reach it. As she watched Frank’s muscles ripple with each thrust, as she watched his large cock slide in and out of her, she felt that familiar feeling starting to build, the smell of his sweat and passion filling her senses.
She whispered very quietly to herself, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear, “Fuck me.” It was a plea, a desperate cry for release, for satisfaction, for something, anything, to make her feel alive. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of emptiness, and she needed something to cling to, something to make her feel like she was still human. As Frank continued to thrust into her, she felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her body responding to the intense stimulation, even as her mind rebelled against the idea of being used like this.
She was trapped in a cycle of desire and desperation, a cycle that seemed to have no end, and she didn’t know how to escape. All she could do was lie there, and let Frank use her, let him take what he wanted, and hope that somehow, someway, she would find a way to break free, to find herself again, to rediscover the person she once was, before it was too late. As the minutes ticked by, Kenna felt herself becoming more and more lost, more and more consumed by the sensation, until she was nothing more than a vessel, a receptacle for Frank’s pleasure, a mere object, devoid of thought, or feeling, or humanity.
As the orgasm began to build, Kenna felt herself becoming lost in the sensation, her body tensing up, her muscles contracting, and her breath catching in her throat. She gazed up at Frank, her eyes locking onto his, and she saw the intensity of his gaze, the burning desire in his eyes as he watched her. Her legs, still wrapped around his head, were trembling, her high heels pointing towards the ceiling, and her toes curled in anticipation.
As the wave of pleasure crashed over her, Kenna felt herself gripping the bedsheets, her fingers digging deep into the fabric, as she tried to anchor herself to reality. But it was too late, she was already lost, swept away by the tidal wave of her orgasm. “I’m…I’m coming,” she moaned quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
Frank’s eyes lit up with a lecherous grin as he watched her, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and triumph. He took a firm grip of her thighs, his hands wrapping around them like a vice, and he started pounding into her at a frenetic pace. The sounds of sex filled the room, the slap of skin on skin, the moans and gasps, and the creaking of the bed as they moved in perfect sync.
The room was filled with the scent of sweat and passion, the air thick with tension, as they both lost themselves in the moment. Kenna felt like she was drowning in a sea of pleasure, her body responding to every thrust, every movement, every sensation. She was no longer in control, she was at the mercy of her own desires, and Frank was the master of her destiny.
As Frank threw his head back, his eyes closed, and his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and release, Kenna felt her orgasm reach new heights. He pushed himself to the very bottom, his cock buried deep inside her, and she felt the rush of his come as he filled her pussy with his seed. The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of being filled, of being claimed, of being possessed, was almost too much to bear.
They both moaned, their voices echoing off the walls, as they rode the wave of pleasure together. Frank’s thrusts slowed, and then stopped, as he emptied himself into her, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Kenna felt like she was floating, her body weightless, her mind reeling, as she tried to catch her breath, and process what had just happened. The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing, and the creaking of the bed, as they both lay there, lost in the aftermath of their passion.
As Kenna lay on the bed, she slowly began to descend from the euphoric high of her climax, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Frank lay beside her, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of satisfaction and admiration. She could feel the warmth of his come seeping out of her, a tangible reminder of the intense passion they had just shared.
As she struggled to catch her breath, Kenna was forced to confront a disturbing truth about herself. Despite her strong-willed and independent nature, she had to admit that she had derived a twisted sense of pleasure from being used and dominated by these men. The feeling of being possessed and controlled by him had awakened a deep-seated desire within her, one that she couldn’t ignore or deny.
The realization was a difficult pill to swallow, as it challenged everything, she thought she knew about herself. She had always prided herself on being a driven and self-sufficient individual, yet here she was, reveling in the thrill of being objectified and exploited by men like Frank.
Just as she was grappling with these conflicting emotions, Frank’s hand reached out and began to caress her breast through the pink lingerie, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “That was amazing,” he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. You’re truly an incredible piece of pussy.”
Although his words were meant as a compliment, they only served to reinforce the notion that she was nothing more than a mere object, a plaything for men like Frank to use and discard at their whim. The thought was both degrading and exhilarating, leaving Kenna feeling torn and conflicted, unsure of how to reconcile her desire for independence with her growing appetite for submission.
As Frank led her out of the bedroom and back into the main room, Kenna was immediately struck by the scene unfolding before her. Marie was on her knees, her corset pulled down, exposing her ample breasts, and her mouth was moving deftly between Justin and Jake, who were now completely naked on either side of her. The air was thick with the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, and the occasional grunt of pleasure.
Kenna watched, transfixed, as Marie expertly juggled the two men, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked each one in turn. The sight was both mesmerizing and intimidating, and Kenna felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized she was about to become a part of this debauched scene.
Jake, seemingly satisfied with the attention he was receiving from Marie, turned around and gave a triumphant fist pump to Frank. “How was she?” he asked, his voice low and husky with desire. Frank smiled, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. “Some of the best pussy I’ve had,” he replied, his voice dripping with appreciation. “You want to take her for a spin?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Kenna’s face.
Jake’s response was immediate and enthusiastic. “For sure! I’m done with this foreplay,” he said, pulling himself away from Marie’s mouth and walking over to the long couch in the middle of the room. Frank, still holding Kenna’s hand, pulled her forward, guiding her towards Jake, who was now sitting on the couch, his cock wet with Marie’s spit, pointing up at her like a challenge.
Kenna felt a surge of trepidation as she realized what was expected of her. She tried to dig in her heels, to slow down the pace of events, but Frank was relentless. “Wait,” she pleaded, trying to sound calm and reasonable. “I need a break. This is a bit much.” But her words fell on deaf ears. Frank ignored her request, his hand on her bare butt, pushing her forward, urging her towards Jake.
As she was propelled towards the couch, Kenna felt a sense of panic rising up inside her. She was being treated like a commodity, a plaything to be used and discarded at the whim of these men. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the thrill of excitement that was coursing through her veins. She was being pushed to her limits, forced to confront her deepest desires and fears, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Jake, meanwhile, was watching her with an expectant gaze, his eyes burning with desire. “I want you to get on top of me and fuck me like the slut you are,” he said, his voice low and commanding. The words were like a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of her role in this twisted game. But as she looked into Jake’s eyes, Kenna saw something there that gave her pause. It was a glimmer of excitement, of anticipation, and it was mirrored in her own eyes. She knew that she was about to cross a threshold, to surrender to her deepest desires, and there was no turning back.
As Kenna straddled Jake’s legs, she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. She was still reeling from the intense encounter with Frank, and the thought of taking on another man so soon was daunting. But as she gazed into Jake’s eyes, she saw a spark of excitement there that was infectious. She felt her own desire stirring, despite the initial hesitation, and she knew she was ready to surrender to the moment.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto Jake’s cock, feeling the familiar stretch as he filled her. She took a deep breath, adjusting to the sensation, as her pussy was still tender from the fucking she had endured just moments before with Frank. The discomfort was palpable, but it was also a reminder of the pleasure she had experienced, and she knew that this new encounter would bring its own unique sensations.
As she slid down onto Jake’s cock, she felt his eyes on her, watching her every move. She took hold of his shaft, guiding it into her, and began to slowly push herself down, her movements deliberate and measured. The air was thick with anticipation, and Kenna could feel the weight of Jake’s gaze on her, his eyes burning with desire.
As she started to move, sliding up and down on Jake’s cock, she felt a sense of rhythm wash over her. She placed her hands on his shoulders, using him for support, and looked down, watching his face twist in pleasure. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and his mouth was open, emitting low, guttural moans that seemed to vibrate through her entire body.
Kenna felt a surge of power and control as she rode Jake’s cock, her movements becoming more confident and assertive with each passing moment. She was in charge, dictating the pace and the depth of their encounter, and she reveled in the sense of agency it gave her. As she looked down at Jake, she saw a man completely at her mercy, his body responding to her every move, and it was a heady, intoxicating feeling.
The room around them melted away, and all that was left was the two of them, lost in the moment, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Kenna felt herself becoming one with Jake, their flesh merging into a single, undulating entity, as they chased the pinnacle of pleasure together. The sounds of the room, the murmur of voices, the rustle of clothes, all faded into the background, and all that was left was the symphony of their lovemaking, a cacophony of moans, groans, and sighs that seemed to build in intensity with each passing moment.
As Kenna continued to ride Jake’s cock, she felt her body begin to sway to the rhythm of their sex. Her hips moved in a slow, sensual circle, grinding against Jake’s pelvis as she took him deep inside her, grinding her clit against him on each thrust. The friction was building, and she could feel the heat emanating from their joined bodies, a palpable energy that seemed to pulse with every movement.
Jake’s eyes were still closed, his face twisted in a mixture of desire and focus. His hands were on her hips, guiding her movements, and his fingers dug deep into her skin as he pulled her down onto him. Kenna felt a surge of excitement at the rough handling, and she responded by increasing the tempo of her movements, her hips moving faster and more urgently as she sought to bring Jake to the brink of orgasm.
But despite the intensity of their fucking, neither one of them seemed ready to climax just yet. Kenna was lost in the sensation of Jake’s cock inside her, the feeling of his hardness and her softness merging into a single, undulating entity. She was aware of every inch of his shaft, every curve and contour, and she reveled in the sensation of being filled by him.
As she rode him, Kenna began to experiment with different movements, trying to find the perfect rhythm and technique to bring Jake to the edge. She tried slow, deep strokes, and then faster, more shallow ones, each movement designed to tease and tantalize him. Jake responded by arching his back, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her, and Kenna felt a surge of excitement at the sight of him, his body straining towards her as he sought to deepen their connection.
The room around them was still, the only sound the gentle creaking of the couch as they moved. The air was thick with tension, and Kenna could feel the weight of their desire hanging in the balance, a palpable energy that seemed to pulse with every movement. The sensation was intoxicating, and Kenna felt herself becoming lost in the moment, her mind fragmenting into a thousand different sensations, each one more intense and overwhelming than the last.
As she continued to ride Jake’s cock, Kenna’s senses were suddenly heightened by the sound of movement behind her. She felt a presence closing in, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized Justin was now standing mere inches away. His hand was wrapped tightly around his erect cock, stroking it with a slow, deliberate rhythm that seemed to be building in intensity. The shaft glistened with a faint sheen, as if it had been recently lubricated, and Kenna’s mind flashed with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.
Jake’s hands, which had been gently guiding her hips, suddenly tightened their grip, holding her firmly in place. It was as if he knew what was about to happen, and was preparing her for the impending invasion. Kenna’s eyes widened as she felt Justin’s hands close around her ass cheeks, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he spread her apart. The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating, and Kenna’s body tensed in response, her muscles coiling with a mix of fear and desire.
As Justin’s hands closed around her ass cheeks, Kenna’s voice trembled with a mix of fear and desperation. “Wait. What are you doing? Can’t you wait until we are done. Justin, what are you…” she pleaded, her words trailing off as she felt the unmistakable sensation of a cock head pushing into her anus. The shock was immediate, and Kenna’s body tensed in response, her muscles straining against the invasion.
She tried to squirm away, to escape the impending doom, but both Jake and Justin held her firmly in place, their grip unyielding. “Wait…stop” she pleaded, her voice rising to a frantic crescendo. “I don’t…I can’t” she begged, but her words fell on deaf ears.
Justin slid slowly into her rectum, his cock gliding into her with a deliberate slowness that seemed to amplify the sensation. Kenna’s body responded with a twisted mix of pain and pleasure, her muscles stretching to accommodate the invasion. She felt like she was being torn apart, her anus burning with a searing pain that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.
As Justin continued to push into her, Kenna’s cries of distress grew louder, her voice cracking with desperation. “Please stop. Please stop” she pleaded, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush, but she knew it was futile. Nobody was listening, and she was completely at their mercy.
The pain was overwhelming, a searing sensation that seemed to engulf her entire being. But even as she cried out in agony, Kenna couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of excitement, a thrill of pleasure that seemed to thread its way through the pain. Jake’s cock was still buried deep inside her, and the sensation of being filled by two men at once was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was as if her body was being stretched to its limits, her muscles straining to accommodate the invasion, and the sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Jake’s cock was still buried deep inside her pussy, and she could feel him throbbing with excitement. Justin’s cock, on the other hand, was slowly starting to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he began to fuck her in the ass.
Kenna’s mind was a jumble of emotions, her thoughts torn between pain and pleasure. She felt like she was being used, like her body was nothing more than a toy for these two men to play with. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the twisted sense of excitement that was building inside her.
As Justin continued to fuck her in the ass, Kenna felt her body start to respond. Her muscles began to relax, her anus stretching to accommodate Justin’s cock. The pain was still there, but it was starting to fade, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure.
Jake’s cock was still buried deep inside her, and she could feel him starting to move. His hips began to rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy as he started to fuck her in earnest.
Kenna’s cries of pain and distress were slowly replaced by moans of pleasure. Her body was being used, but it was also being pleasured. She felt like she was being torn apart, but she was also being put back together again.
As the two men continued to fuck her, Kenna felt her mind start to slip away. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body responding to the invasion with a twisted sense of excitement. She knew she should be fighting back, but she couldn’t. She was trapped, caught in a web of pleasure and pain, and she couldn’t escape.
Kenna’s moans were growing louder, her body responding to the pleasure with a twisted sense of abandon. She was being used, but she was also being stimulated. And as the two men continued to fuck her, Kenna felt her body start to surrender, her mind slipping away into a world of twisted desire.
As Kenna gazed to the side, she was startled by Marie’s sudden landing on the couch beside her, her face upturned and her voluptuous breasts jiggling with the impact. The corset was nowhere to be seen, and Marie was now clad only in stockings, high heels, and her own radiant skin. Allan loomed over her, his eyes fixed intently on Marie as he stroked his erect cock with a deliberate slowness.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Allan confessed, his voice low and husky with desire. “Ever since I first laid eyes on you.” With a fluid motion, he mounted the couch, positioning his cock within Marie’s cleavage. “Squeeze your breasts around me,” he commanded, his voice dripping with anticipation.
Marie’s hands rose, and she pressed her breasts together, enveloping Allan’s cock in a soft, fleshy vice. As he began to move, his hips rocking back and forth, Kenna was transfixed by the sight of the head of his cock emerging from between Marie’s breasts with each thrust. The image was both captivating and surreal.
Allan’s moans grew louder, his voice taking on a pleading tone. “Lick it, tease me,” he urged, his eyes locked on Marie’s face. Marie’s tongue darted out, and she attempted to lick the head of his cock as it appeared between her breasts, but the motion was almost comical, as if she was trying to catch an elusive prize. Despite the awkwardness, Marie’s efforts only seemed to fuel Allan’s ardor, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased the sensation.
As Kenna was consumed by the sensation of Jake and Justin filling her, stretching her to her limits, her gaze drifted beyond the couch, drawn to a sight that was both intriguing and unsettling. Frank, the company’s president, was reclined in a nearby chair, his naked body on full display, his erect cock standing proudly upright. A glass of whiskey was cradled in his hand, and a wide, self-satisfied grin spread across his face as he watched the scene unfold before him.
Kenna’s imagination ran wild as she pondered what must be going through Frank’s mind. Was he reveling in the debauchery that had taken over the room, basking in the knowledge that he had created an environment where such unbridled excess was not only tolerated but encouraged? Or was he simply savoring the moment, celebrating the culmination of his successes with a twisted, hedonistic spectacle that featured his partners and interns as the main attractions?
As Jake and Justin continued to move in and out of her, Kenna found herself transfixed by Frank’s gaze, her eyes locked onto his as if searching for answers to the questions that swirled in her mind. The whiskey glass seemed to be suspended in mid-air, forgotten in his hand as he watched the tableau before him with an air of detached fascination. The grin on his face grew wider, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, as if he was orchestrating the entire scene, pulling the strings of a twisted, erotic puppet show.
As Kenna’s gaze remained fixed on Frank’s twitching cock, she was acutely aware of the sounds of debauchery surrounding her. Allan’s labored breathing and Marie’s soft moans of pleasure created a cacophony of erotic noise, heightening Kenna’s own arousal. The sensation of Justin’s cock filling her ass and Jake’s thrusting into her pussy was almost too much to bear, and she couldn’t deny the primal urge that was building inside her.
Another orgasm was slowly taking hold, its presence announced by a subtle tingling in the center of her being. The sensation radiated outward, growing in intensity with each passing moment, until it became a burning, all-consuming fire that threatened to engulf her. Justin’s whispered question in her ear, “You like that cock in your ass?” only served to fan the flames, his words dripping with sensual menace.
As Jake’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, he reached up and yanked her bra down, exposing her small breasts to the cool air. His mouth latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it with a fierce abandon, while his hand roughly groped the other tit. The dual sensations of his mouth and hand on her breasts, combined with the relentless pounding of the two cocks, was pushing Kenna to the edge of sensory overload.
Her mind was clouding over, her thoughts fragmenting as the sensation continued to build. The feeling intensified, becoming a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume her. Her eyes, which had been closed in rapture, suddenly snapped open, and her gaze locked onto Frank’s cock, which he was casually stroking as he watched her being taken by the two men. The sight became a focal point, a anchor to cling to as the storm of pleasure raged on.
And then, without warning, it hit her. The orgasm exploded through her body, a cataclysmic release of tension that left her gasping and trembling. She dug her fingers into the couch, bit her lip, and cried out, followed by a low, keening moan. Her entire body convulsed, her muscles contracting and releasing in a series of violent spasms as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Her vision blurred, and her senses were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. She felt herself falling, her body collapsing onto Jake’s as her head came to rest on his shoulder. The world around her was a distant hum, a muffled cacophony of sound and color that was barely perceptible through the haze of her own pleasure. In that moment, Kenna was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, her body and mind shattered by the sheer force of her orgasm.
As Justin’s words whispered in her ear, Kenna felt a shiver run down her spine. “You really love this. Admit it. You love being fucked, you little slut. You love being our little plaything.” The tone was low and husky, dripping with sensual dominance, and it sent a thrill through her exhausted body. She couldn’t deny the truth in his words, not now, not after everything she had endured. With a sudden, swift motion, Justin pulled out and then thrust deep into her ass, causing a yelp to escape her lips. The pain was sharp, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the familiar sensation of being filled, of being used.
Both men were clearly excited, their thrusts quickening as they reveled in the debauchery they had unleashed. Kenna, on the other hand, was spent, her body a limp, exhausted thing. She had transcended resistance, had surrendered to the inevitable, and now she simply accepted her role as a pair of holes, a vessel for the men’s desires. The thought was strangely liberating, allowing her to let go of all tension, all resistance, and simply be.
As Kenna lay there, she couldn’t help but watch the scene unfolding next to her. Allan’s face contorted in ecstasy as he shot a load from between Marie’s tits, the creamy liquid splattering onto her face and chin. The sight was almost surreal, the sound of Allan’s triumphant moan filling the air as he raised his hands in a victorious gesture, like a soccer player celebrating a winning goal. The image was seared into Kenna’s mind, a snapshot of pure, unadulterated debauchery, as Allan basked in the aftermath of his climax, clearly thrilled with himself, another happy customer sated by the evening’s excesses.
As Justin approached his peak, his body began to tense, his muscles rigid with anticipation. He drove himself deeper into her, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more urgent. And then, he was there, his climax washing over him like a wave. His body shuddered, his hips jerking wildly as he poured himself into her, his orgasm seeming to stretch on forever. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, his voice cracking with the intensity of his release. “You have a fantastic ass for fucking,” he rasped, his words barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. He lingered, his body still spasming, his come still flowing into her, before finally, slowly, pulling out, leaving her feeling hollow, empty, and vulnerable. But Kenna’s attention was already elsewhere, focused on Allan, who continued to fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes, his movements a stark contrast to Justin’s frenzied climax. And then, without warning, Allan’s own release was upon him, his body tensing, his hips jerking, as he filled her with his own come, her body shuddering weakly in response, her muscles clenching, unclenching, as she absorbed the invasion, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.
She was utterly spent, every last ounce of energy drained from her body, leaving her a limp, unresponsive shell of her former self. The marathon of sex had pushed her to the very limits of her endurance, and she lay on Jake like a rag doll, her muscles flaccid, her mind numb, and her body aching with a deep, satisfying fatigue. Jake slowly, gently, pulled himself forward, his movements careful, as if he didn’t want to disturb the fragile, exhausted thing that she had become. He pulled her up, cradling her in his arms, and then placed her on her back on the couch, where she lay staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused, her gaze empty. As she lay there, she felt the come leaking out of both of her holes, a warm, sticky sensation that seemed to spread through her like a slow-moving tide, filling her with a sense of languid, sensual lassitude. The fluid trickled down, a gentle, insistent caress, as her body, drained and exhausted, simply let go, releasing all tension, all resistance, all coherent thought. Her mind was a jumble of sensations, a kaleidoscope of feelings, but in that moment, she didn’t care. She was beyond caring, beyond resistance, beyond anything but the simple, animalistic pleasure of being used, of being thoroughly, completely, and utterly fucked.