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.