Kenna stared blankly at her computer screen; she'd been stationary for so long drool was oozing out from one side of her face. She snapped to and slurped up her spit. Her gaze turned to the clock on the wall; luckily it was almost time to leave. However in her bored efficiency she'd finish all of her work ahead of time. And Kenna wasn't so much the go getter type to get up request more; especially this close to the end of the work day. She got enough attention around the office; without being the office over achiever; thanks to her flaming orange red hair. It caught everyone's attention; mostly the men. And the fact she was single didn't help with the constant harassing she received around here. Not that Kenna could report it to her boss; he was as guilty as the rest. So over the years she perfected being able to zap into her own little dream world and shut everything out. She'd told her friends about it; some seem concerned with her mental health.
Kenna found keeping it in much healthier than letting it out; not for her own health though. Kenna was what her friends like to call, "The violent type." But she'd put a leash on the demon in recent years. But some of the rumors of her more volatile escapades still remained on the street. This made it hard for her to get a boyfriend; that's why she was so anxious to get out of work. It was ladies night out! Kenna and her four friends did this every couple of weeks; go out hit the bars, get drunk, and crash at one of the girls' houses. Ladies night out was all that was keeping Kenna from blowing her brains out.
Good thing I don't own a gun,
Kenna thought to herself. She stared at the clock in hopes she could magically make it go faster; but as always she was incapable of awakening her superhuman abilities. "You're such a nerd," Kenna said to herself with a sigh.
Still an hour to go,
Kenna thought looking at the clock,
Gotta pass the time somehow.
Kenna leaned back in her chair as she brought up a blank word document. Her face turned red hot as she started to peck away at the keys. Lines appeared on the screen as Kenna stared at the pages with intent passion as she focused on the content she was pumping into it.
I sat at the bar in a tight red cocktail dress twirling the ice in my mixed drink with the straw. I could see him smiling from across the bar; a tall tan skinned man with large arms. He smiled at me from his group of friends; I stared at his arms that were nearly tearing through his blue dress shirt. I'm sure he could give me that same tearing feeling. I smiled back at him and he walked over. His legs were thick and powerful; this man obviously took good care of his body. The muscled gentlemen sat in the stool next to me, "So I couldn't help but notice you were alone."
"Is that really the best you got?" I laughed and took a drink. The man swallowed in hesitation; for a big man he didn't have a big game. That's okay I can push just as much as any guy, "Well, you don't seem to be alone." I looked passed him to his group of buddies; three others. "Why don't they join us," I said looking the man right in the eyes.
"Wh-what?!" the man was caught totally off guard by my advance.
"Unless you're not big enough for that," I pouted.
The man gulped and rushed over to his friends; obviously to get a group opinion. I could see him trying to explain to them as he pointed over to me. I waved at the boys with a smile while spinning in my stool. All five of us were out of the bar in no less than five minutes. They took me to a hotel and all pooled for a penthouse suite. The room was huge and had a Jacuzzi in it. But I wasn't here for the hot tub. All the men quickly undressed and surrounded me. Their hands groped and molested every inch of my body. One of the men pulled down my strapless dress and let my breasts flop out. Personally I thought my breasts were just the right size; I didn't have anywhere near a flat chest but they weren't obscenely huge. They fit right into your hand perfectly filling it up but not over flowing. Trust me I would know I'd played with them plenty of times. But my skinny fingered hands were nothing compared to a man's full thick hands. The way his fingertips rolled my nipples and the way his fingers encased my breasts.
Another one of the men pulled the skirt up on my dress. He inserted his hand into my pink panties and rubbed across my pussy. I let out a light moan as one of the men pulled my head back by my flaming hair. I felt lips press to mine and I opened my mouth happily. The man's tongue wiggled back in my mouth. Two fingers plugged right into my cunt and I tightened my whole body up. His fingers were cold and meaty; I didn't even want to imagine what their cocks feel like. Because, why imagine when I can just take them. I pulled my panties down but left my dress covering my navel.
"Use me any way you like boys," I said invitingly. One took up behind me and pressed his cock to my asshole. "Oh yes," I pleaded as one readied to penetrate my pussy. They both plunged into me at the same time. "Oh god!" I screamed out as they both pushed all the way in on the first try. Luckily for me they weren't meaty hogs with monster dicks. No they were average sized and much easier to take. The two of them alternated back and forth like one of those old railroad crank carts. They pounded into me with a steady force; one that wasn't overwhelmingly powerful. But my intention was to get fucked not made love to. Besides, I had two cocks in me; you think they'd get the message to be a little bit rough. "Come on, you guys are gonna have to try harder than that!" I called out a little frustrated. The two of them started to pick up speed upon my demand.
One of the onlookers grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face right down to his cock. I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and allow him to shove his cock down my throat. I poked my tongue out as he held the sides of my face. Now they were treating me like the dirty whore I was. And that turned me on so much. Having my three holes filled by men's cocks. What was better than that? I hummed with the cock sliding back and forth in my mouth. The two dicks pummeled my ass and pussy furiously. I could feel myself reaching climax as the cocks reached up into me. Just a little more and I'd-.
Kenna's phone started to ring snapping her from the trance of her writing. She quickly answered it, "Hello."
"Hey what's up?" Kenna's friend Tara said from the other line, "I'm waiting down stairs to pick you up. It's already almost a half hour past seven."
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I got caught up in, uh, work! I'll be right down." Kenna saved her file; perhaps she would pick up on it again. She grabbed her bag and hurried down the stairwell to the bottom floor. As she went out the front entrance she saw Tara's orange sports car parked out front of the building. Kenna jogged up to it and entered. "Hey," Kenna greeted her friend.
"How's it goin'?" Tara returned the salutation.
