Two weeks later Emily stood outside 518 in a pair of black trackpants, a blue tank top, and bare feet her toes curling against the industrial-grade carpet fibers that smelled of bleach and stale cigarettes. The hallway was too bright, the fluorescents humming like a swarm of wasps overhead, casting her shadow long and wavering against the numbered door. She'd tied her hair back as instructed, the elastic biting into her scalp, the ghost of future fingers already tightening in her imagination. The blindfold dangled from her other hand, black silk against her palm, still warm from her grip during the elevator ride up.

Brian stepped close behind her close enough that she felt the heat of his chest against her shoulder blades, the scratch of his stubble when he leaned in to murmur, "Last chance to back out, " his breath hot against the shell of her ear. Emily exhaled through her nose, tasting the salt of her own upper lip, and lifted the blindfold without a word. His fingers brushed the nape of her neck as he took it from her, the silk whispering against her skin when he knotted it tight. The darkness was immediate thick, smothering, the kind that made her pulse jump in her throat. "Door open, " Brian said "Just walk straight in."

The second she was in, he shut the door behind them with a soft but decisive click. Emily walked till she got to what she thought was the middle of the room, her bare feet sinking into plush carpet. She stood there for what felt like minutes nothing happening. Just the sound of her own breathing amplified against the silk blindfold.

She turned back to the door, taking a step and bumped into something solid. A chest. A hand caught her wrist before she could stumble back, the grip rough but not unkind. "DaddyKnows, " someone whispered against the shell of her ear, the words thick with an accent she couldn't place. Before she could react, five sets of hands were on her one yanking her ponytail back to expose her throat, another sliding up her tank top to pinch a nipple, two more gripping her hips to keep her from bucking away while the last went right down her trackpants into her panties, finger working her hard. Her moan of "Oh fuck don't stop" drew chuckles from all around her, dark and knowing.

Her tank top was the first bit of clothing she lost, ripped clean over her head with one sharp tug that sent the fabric fluttering to the carpet. The bra followed it seconds later, the clasp snapping under impatient fingers then two mouths latched onto her nipples at once, one hot and wet, the other sucking with deliberate, teeth-brushing pressure that made her knees nearly give out. She arched into the dual sensation, her gasp hitching when a third mouth found the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe, tongue tracing the pulse point there as fingers curled inside her. The blindfold stayed on, amplifying every touch until the room spun with phantom lights behind her eyelids.

The hand on her pussy pulled out she heard the slick sound of fingers withdrawing then a wet, obscene lick as someone tasted her arousal straight from their palm. A chuckle vibrated against her spine, deep and approving, before that same hand returned, this time sliding lower, a single fingertip circling her asshole with teasing pressure. Emily’s breath stuttered, her hips jerking forward instinctively only to be yanked back by the grip on her ponytail, forcing her to take the exploratory press of that finger as it breached her slowly, the stretch burning in the best way. Someone murmured "Good girl" against the sweat-damp curve of her shoulder, the praise sending a fresh rush of wetness between her thighs.

Her hands were grabbed next wrists caught mid-air by two different grips and guided downward until her palms met hot, rigid flesh. The cocks were already slick with precum, the texture velvety-steel under her fingertips, and the involuntary "Fuck me, they're big" slipped out before she could bite it back. Someone laughed low, dark as another voice whispered, "Oh girl, they will be fucking you"

As Emily’s hands moved up and down the two cocks, the realization hit her like a struck match if DaddyKnows hadn’t lied, each of the five men was packing twelve inches. The thickness alone made her fingers barely meet around their shafts, veins pulsing against her palms as precum slicked her strokes. Someone groaned, hips jerking into her grip, while another whispered "That’s it" against the nape of her neck his accent rough, unplaceable, the words curling around her like smoke.

Three sets of hands gripped her shoulders and waist suddenly, lifting her off the floor her bare feet dangling, toes curling in midair as the other two yanked her trackpants and panties down in one swift motion. The cool air hit her exposed skin, raising goosebumps along her thighs, but the heat of their bodies pressed close kept her from shivering. One of them the one with the gravel voice dragged his calloused fingertips up the inside of her thigh, pausing to trace the wetness already pooling there before murmuring, "Look at that. So wet and we haven’t even properly started."

They set her down on her knees atop the plush carpet, the fibers scratching faintly against her bare skin. Someone’s fingers rough, smelling faintly of tobacco and motor oil tugged the blindfold off without ceremony. The light hit her like a slap, fluorescent and unforgiving, as she blinked up at five silhouettes haloed by the overhead bulbs. Each man stood fully nude, cock jutting hard against his stomach. The other thing she noticed was that there was no furniture or bed just the four cameras mounted on tripods in each corner of the room, their power cords plugged into outlets, red recording lights blinking steadily.

The one right in front of her pointed to the two on her left "Rick and Jack, " he rasped. Then to the two on her right "Mark and Pete." Finally, he tapped his own chest, his grin slicing through the dim light. "Me? You can call DaddyKnows or Tony." Emily noticed on the wall behind him two screws driven into the drywall, a 60cm ruler resting on top. Tony followed her eyes darkly. "I was not lying, " he said, voice rough as gravel under tires. "My brothers and I have got twelve-inch cocks. You can measure if you want." Emily shook her head if he'd put a ruler there with cameras round the room, no way he was going to bullshit about it.

Tony stepped forward, grabbing her ponytail with a fistful of silk-smooth hair, pulling tight enough to arch her neck back. The first inch of him slid between her lips salty with precum and musk before he shoved the remaining eleven in one brutal thrust. Her gag reflex hit instantly, throat fluttering around the intrusion as her nails dug into his thighs. He held her there for a full minute, the veins along his shaft pulsing against her tongue while the others watched, their cocks twitching in sync. When he pulled out, strings of spit and slick connected her swollen lips to his glistening tip, and they rotated anticlockwise until Mark's thick cock bumped against her cheek.

Mark's hand clamped around her jaw thumb pressing into the hinge to force her mouth wider before he fed himself in with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips. Emily tasted the difference immediately: where Tony had been salt and iron, Mark carried the faint tang of coconut oil beneath his foreskin. He fucked her face with short, shallow strokes, the ridge of his head catching on her palate each time he bottomed out. At the fifty-eight second mark, he pinched her nose shut depriving her of air long enough to make her vision blur at the edges before relinquishing her mouth to Pete's impatient grip.

Pete didn't bother with preamble. He twisted her ponytail around his fist like a rein and drove in hard, his balls slapping against her chin on the first thrust. Emily's gag reflex had barely settled before he angled her head back further, using the leverage to sink deeper until her nose pressed into his base. The sixty-second timer in his head must've dinged, because he pulled out abruptly leaving her gasping, lips slick and swollen just as Rick's cock bumped against them, already glistening with her spit.

Rick was slower, almost teasing, tracing her bottom lip with his tip before sliding in with a groan that vibrated through her skull. His rhythm was uneven three shallow thrusts, one deep, the ridge of his crown catching her uvula each time he bottomed out. She could feel his pulse through the vein beneath her tongue, rapid and insistent, his fingers tightening in her hair whenever she tried to pull back for air. At fifty-nine seconds exactly, he withdrew with a wet pop, her spit glistening on his shaft like morning dew on a branch.

Jack took his turn next, his grip bruising as he tilted her chin up, his cockhead smearing precum across her parted lips before pushing in. His thrusts were methodical, more controlled than the others each measured stroke hitting the back of her throat with precision, his breath hitching when her tongue flicked against the underside of his shaft. Emily’s fingers twitched against her pussy, already slick between her thighs from the sheer brutality of the rotations she’d been touching herself since Pete took his turn, her fingertips circling her clit in fast, desperate strokes whenever a cock wasn’t stuffing her mouth. The scent of her own arousal mixed with sweat and musk, thick enough to taste.

Tony came back round, helping her to her feet with a rough tug on her ponytail, her knees wobbling as she stood. Rick lowered himself onto the carpet Infront, his hands spreading her thighs wide before his tongue broad, wet dragged up her pussy in one long, slow stroke, deliberately avoiding the swollen bud at the top. Emily gasped, her hips jerking forward, but Pete’s grip on her waist yanked her back, his tongue already circling the tight furl of her asshole with teasing precision. She shuddered, torn between pushing into Rick’s mouth and grinding back against Pete’s tongue, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jack and Mark crowded in on either side of her, their mouths latching onto her nipples with synchronized hunger Jack sucking hard enough to bruise while Mark scraped his teeth along the sensitive underside, his fingers pinching the neglected peak between rough fingertips. The dual assault sent sparks skittering down her spine, her clit throbbing with every flick of their tongues.

Tony’s fingers found her then, sliding through her slick folds with practiced ease before circling her clit in tight, relentless spirals. The sudden intensity wrenched a sob from her throat, her legs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "Please " she choked out, her voice ragged, "please make me cum." Rick’s tongue flicked against her entrance in response, the flat of it pressing just inside while Pete’s mouth worked her asshole with obscene wetness, the dual sensation sending sparks skittering up her spine.

Jack’s teeth grazed her nipple, sharp enough to make her gasp, while Mark’s fingers twisted the other in tandem, their ministrations timed perfectly with Tony’s ruthless fingertips. The room blurred around her, the scent of sweat and musk thick in her nostrils, the hum of the cameras fading into white noise. She could feel her orgasm building like a storm, her muscles tightening, her breath coming in shallow, desperate hitches.

Then Tony’s thumb pressed down hard just once and she shattered, her body bowing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her thighs clamped around Rick’s head instinctively, her fingers tangling in Jack’s hair as she rode out the aftershocks, her vision spotting at the edges. Tony didn’t let up, his fingers dragging her through it until she whimpered, oversensitive, her hips jerking away on reflex.

The others didn’t pause, their mouths and hands still working her with relentless precision, as if her climax was just the prelude to something deeper, darker. Tony leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl, " he murmured, his voice rough with approval. "But we’re far from done." His fingers slid lower, dipping into her entrance this time, and Emily’s breath caught because she could already feel the others shifting, moving into position, their intentions clear in the way their hands gripped her hips, her thighs, her waist.

Rick’s fingers replaced his tongue, two digits sliding inside her pussy with ease, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that made her toes curl against the carpet. Behind her, Pete’s fingers mirrored the motion, pressing into her ass with just enough pressure to make her gasp, the dual sensation sending fresh sparks skittering up her spine. Jack and Mark didn’t relent either, their mouths still latched onto her nipples, sucking and biting in tandem, their hands roaming her body with possessive hunger.

Tony’s fingers moved faster now, curling inside her just right, his palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. Emily’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips jerking between the two pairs of hands working her, her body taut as a bowstring. The pleasure built again, sharper this time, edged with something desperate and when Tony twisted his fingers just so, she came with a scream, her thighs trembling violently. Tony didn’t stop, whispering against her sweat-slick skin, "That’s one, Emily. The first of many." The promise in his voice sent a fresh shiver down her spine, even as her body still pulsed with aftershocks.

Pete moved from behind her, his grip on her hips shifting as Jack and Mark guided her onto the bed, the sheets cool against her overheated skin. Rick flipped onto her stomach facing the top left to catch her face as he drove his whole cock into her pussy in one go, the sudden stretch punching the air from her lungs. His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as his hips snapped forward, the thick ridge of him dragging against her walls in a way that made her toes curl into the mattress.

Emily’s moans were muffled against the pillow, each ragged “Oh fuck” torn from her throat as Rick’s thrusts grew relentless, his balls slapping against her clit with every snap of his hips. She could feel the sweat dripping between her shoulder blades, the way her nails scrabbled uselessly at the sheets as he fucked her deeper, harder, his grip on her hair tightening every time she tried to arch away from the overwhelming sensation.

Her fingers slipped between her own thighs, rubbing furious circles against her swollen clit as Rick leaned over her, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. “That’s it, baby, ” he growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Make yourself cum while I fuck you let the cameras see how much you love it.” Emily’s breath hitched, her hips jerking forward into her own touch while he drove into her from behind, the dual stimulation pushing her closer to the edge.

Then he picked up the pace his thrusts turning brutal, relentless and it took no time at all for her to cum. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body bowing off the bed as her pussy clenched around him in tight, rhythmic pulses. She cried out, her voice breaking on a sob as pleasure burned through her veins, white-hot and all-consuming. Rick didn’t slow, fucking her through it until she shuddered, oversensitive and gasping, her fingers still twitching against her clit. Just as she felt his rhythm stutter his cock swelling inside her, his hips jerking erratically he pulled out abruptly, his grip tightening in her hair as he staggered off the bed. Emily whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her thighs slick with sweat and arousal as she watched him stumble toward the small bathroom.

Before she could catch her breath, Jack was there his hands rough as he flipped her onto her back, his thick thighs slotting between hers. He didn’t give her time to recover, didn’t let her think it over before he dragged her hips to the edge of the bed and speared into her ass in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned, her body clenching around him instinctively as a choked cry tore from her throat. Jack groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out, his cock pulsing inside her. Behind her, Pete chuckled darkly, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head back, his cockhead pressing against her lips. "Open, " he murmured, his voice rough with need, and Emily obeyed without hesitation, her mouth falling open just wide enough for him to slide in, his cock filling her throat.

Jack fucked her hard each snap of his hips driving her forward onto Pete’s cock, the rhythm relentless, unforgiving. Emily’s moans were muffled around Pete’s length, the vibrations drawing a ragged groan from him as he gripped her hair tighter, his hips jerking shallowly into her mouth. The dual sensation was overwhelming Jack’s cock stretching her ass, Pete’s filling her throat her body caught between them, trembling with every thrust. She could feel the sweat slick between her thighs, the way her nails scrabbled uselessly at Jack’s forearms as he held her in place, his rhythm unrelenting.

Pete pulled out for a minute to let her breathe just long enough for her to gasp in a shuddering lungful of air before driving right back in, his cockhead bumping against the back of her throat with a wet, obscene sound. Emily’s eyes watered, her throat fluttering around him as he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck, that’s it, " he gritted out, his hips stuttering as he fought to keep his rhythm steady.

Behind her, Jack’s thrusts grew rougher, his grip bruising on her hips as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her sweat-slick shoulder. "Heard that, Jake?" Pete panted, his voice thick with dark amusement. "She’s begging for it wants you to fuck her ass harder." Emily whimpered around Pete’s cock, her hips jerking involuntarily because no, she hadn’t said that, couldn’t have but the words coiled low in her belly anyway, her cunt clenching around nothing as Jack’s cock pistoned in and out of her ass.

Emily’s moan rose sharply when Jack suddenly pulled out her ass clenching around sudden emptiness but before she could even process it, Pete’s grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to swallow him deeper as Jack headed toward the bathroom. Confusion flickered through her why was he stopping now? Pete’s thighs tensed against her cheeks, his cock pulsing thickly against her tongue as his breath hitched. "Swallow every drop, " he growled, his voice ragged and then his hips jerked forward one last time, his cockhead nudging the back of her throat just as the first spurt hit. Hot, bitter cum flooded her mouth, thicker than she expected, the salt-and-iron taste overwhelming as it coated her tongue. She gagged reflexively, but Pete held her in place, his fingers twisting in her hair as he groaned, "That’s it, take it all, " while his cock twitched against her palate, each pulse forcing another thick rope down her throat.

Emily’s fingers curled into the sheets, her thighs slick with sweat and arousal as she swallowed convulsively. Mark’s breath was hot against her neck as he dragged her hips up, his calloused palms spreading her cheeks wide. "Look at that, " he muttered, his thumb circling her stretched, slick hole still loose from Jack’s rough treatment. Emily shuddered, her toes curling against the sheets as his other hand slid between her thighs, two fingers plunging into her sopping cunt without warning. She gasped, her hips jerking forward into his touch, but Mark just chuckled darkly, his fingers crooking inside her, pressing hard against that spot that made her vision blur. "You like that, huh?" he taunted, his other hand teasing her asshole, the dual sensation sending sparks skittering up her spine.

Before she could respond, he dragged her feet backward, turning her ankles toward him with a rough jerk positioning her hips high, her knees forced wide. The sudden shift knocked the breath from her lungs, her pulse hammering as Mark lined himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging against her dripping entrance. "Count for me, " he ordered, his voice rough with lust and then he was pushing in, one hard, merciless thrust that buried him to the hilt. Emily cried out, her fingers twisting in the sheets as her body stretched around him, the burn of it sharp and sweet. "One, " she gasped, her voice cracking as he pulled back slowly, his cock dragging against her walls. Mark didn’t give her time to recover his hips snapped forward again, driving into her with the same brutal force. "Two, " she choked out, her thighs trembling as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust punching a ragged moan from her throat. By the sixth, her voice was raw, her body quivering with overstimulation but Mark didn’t stop, his grip tightening on her hips as he pulled out abruptly, his cock glistening with her arousal.

He shifted without warning, his hands spreading her cheeks wider as the blunt head of his cock pressed against her asshole still loose from Jack’s earlier invasion, but tight enough to make her whimper. "Same rules, " he murmured, his breath hot against her spine as he pushed in slowly, letting her feel every inch. Emily’s nails dug into the mattress, her breath hitching as her body resisted, then yielded the stretch bordering on painful, the heat of him overwhelming. "One, " she forced out, her voice thin and shaky as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass. Mark groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back in harder this time, the force of it rocking her forward. "Two, " she gasped, her vision blurring at the edges as he repeated the motion, each thrust deeper, rougher than the last. By the sixth, her thighs were slick with sweat, her body limp beneath him but Mark wasn’t done, his rhythm relentless as he fucked her through the aftershocks, her ass clenching around him involuntarily.

She heard the bathroom door creak open mostly Rick and Jack returning, their voices low and rough with laughter but she couldn’t see them, Mark’s shoulders blocking her view as he drove into her ass with brutal precision, then out into her pussy, alternating strokes slow and deliberate, each switch a fresh shock of sensation. The sudden fullness when he slid back into her ass made her gasp, her body clenching around him reflexively, the stretch bordering on pain but then he pulled out, plunging into her cunt instead, the wet heat welcoming him greedily, her hips jerking forward to meet him.

Then he pulled out another one heading into the bathroom leaving her sprawled across the bed, thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged pants.Tony lay on his back, his chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate motions as he watched her from the bed eyes dark with hunger. He reached out, fingers curling around her wrist, and pulled her over onto him with a single, effortless tug her chest flattening against his, her nipples dragging across the sweat-slick plane of his torso. The sudden contact sent a jolt through her, her breath hitching as his hands slid down her spine to grip her hips, anchoring her against him.

He lifted her just enough to slide into her pussy her cuming instantly, a strangled gasp tearing from her throat as his cock hit that spot with unerring precision. The sudden fullness punched the breath from her lungs, her body clamping down around him in reflexive, pulsing waves that left her trembling.

She tried to shift to lift herself for some semblance of control but Tony’s grip tightened, his arms banding around her waist like steel cables, pinning her flush against him. “Please, ” she gasped into the hollow of his throat, her hips twitching uselessly, her thighs slick with sweat where they bracketed his. He only hummed a low, satisfied sound and held her tighter, his cock buried deep inside her, not moving, just letting her feel the thick, relentless stretch of him as her body pulsed around him in helpless little clenches. She begged again, her fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, her voice breaking but he just exhaled through his nose, his breath warm against her temple, and waited, letting the tension coil tighter in her belly until she whined, high and desperate.

She begged please a few more time using his username DaddyKnows but he just lay there holding her, his calloused palm splayed across the small of her back like a brand. He whispers "You was close that time, " his voice a rasp against her damp temple. Emily whimpered against his shoulder, her thighs slick where they bracketed his hips her pulse hammering so hard she could feel it between her legs, trapped against the thick heat of him still buried deep inside her. The denial was maddening her muscles twitching around him in helpless little clenches, her clit throbbing where it rubbed against the rough trail of hair leading down his stomach with every shallow breath she took. Emily was frustrated since she entered this room and the first hand went down her trackpants into her panties she'd let them do whatever they wanted to her, no matter how hard or rough but now this fucker was deliberately denying her what she wanted, his grip unyielding as he held her pinned against him like a butterfly under glass.

Please, " she begged arching against Tony's unyielding grip her hips jerking in futile little circles just enough to make his cock twitch inside her, the thick ridge of him nudging that spot that made her vision blur. "Just let me fuck myself " Her voice cracked on the last word, raw with desperation, her nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders. Tony exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip loosening just enough for her to shift and then his arms let her go, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs instead, fingers biting into the soft flesh there. Emily didn’t hesitate, her knees digging into the mattress as she lifted herself almost entirely off him, hovering just above the tip of his cock her pussy dripping onto it, her thighs trembling with the effort before slamming back down hard and rough, taking him to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

The impact punched the air from her lungs, her back arching involuntarily as pleasure lanced up her spine sharp, bright, overwhelming. Tony groaned beneath her, his fingers tightening on her thighs as she rode him with reckless abandon, her hips rolling in tight, desperate circles chasing the friction, the heat, the unbearable stretch of him inside her. She came almost instantly her body clamping down around him in pulsing waves but she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, her movements growing sloppier, more frantic as she chased another orgasm, her thighs slick with sweat and arousal. Tony’s breath came in ragged gasps beneath her, his cock twitching inside her with every rough downward stroke but he didn’t move, didn’t thrust up into her, just let her use him, his eyes tracking every shudder, every twitch of her body as she fucked herself on him.

She came again her body bowing forward, her hands braced on his chest her orgasm cresting in slow, rolling waves that left her gasping, her thighs trembling. Tony waited until the last aftershock faded, until her movements slowed to exhausted little twitches before flipping her onto her back with a single, effortless motion, his weight pinning her to the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside her.

"Now it's my turn, " he growled, his breath hot against her throat and then he was moving, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision, each thrust driving the air from her lungs. Emily's nails raked down his back, her hips jerking to meet him but Tony caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his grip unrelenting as he fucked her harder, deeper, his rhythm relentless.

She arched beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat where they bracketed his hips, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into her rough, unforgiving, his cock hitting that spot with every thrust until her vision blurred at the edges. "Take it, " he snarled, his voice raw with need, his fingers tightening around her wrists. "Take every inch, you little slut." The words sent a jolt through her, her body clamping down around him in pulsing waves but Tony didn’t slow, didn’t stop, just fucked her through it, his rhythm never faltering.

Emily’s moan broke into a sob as he shifted, lifting her hips just enough to drive deeper, the new angle making her toes curl against the sheets. The stretch was almost too much her body yielding, then resisting, then yielding again each thrust a fresh shock of sensation that left her trembling. She could feel the sweat dripping from his chest onto hers, the way his breath hitched when her nails dug into his shoulders, her thighs tightening around him reflexively.

Then his lips brushed her ear, his voice a rough whisper that sent goosebumps racing down her spine: "We fucked my daughter in the forest with that grey demon just like you did with your family." The words landed like a punch to the gut, her breath stuttering as the implication coiled thick in the air between them. His hips never slowed, his cock dragging against her walls with deliberate, grinding strokes like he was savoring the way her body clenched around him at the confession.

He pulled out off to the bathroom Emily chucked softy "should of used condoms if you that scared to cum in me" When Tony come out the bathroom, he pulls his brothers into a huddle, the five of them forming a tight knot of sweat-damp skin and low murmurs. "What you say we start for real." Once the huddle broke, Jack and Rick were on her in a flash Jack turning her onto her right side to face him, his cockhead brushing her pussy while Rick positioned behind, the blunt pressure of his erection nudging her asshole.

"Tell us, " Rick growled, his breath hot against her shoulder as Jack spread her thighs wider, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. "Tell us how much you want it." Emily gasped, her hips jerking instinctively toward Jack's cock but Rick held her still, his grip unrelenting as Jack teased her entrance, the head of his cock slick with her arousal but not pushing in. "Please, " she panted, her voice cracking as Jack's thumb circled her clit, the pressure just shy of too much. "Please, fuck me "

Jack didn't make her beg twice he shoved in hard and fast, his cock stretching her in one brutal thrust that punched the air from her lungs. Emily's cry was muffled against his shoulder as Rick pushed into her ass at the same time, the dual invasion stealing her breath, her body arching between them like a bowstring. "Good girl, " Rick snarled into her ear, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt, the stretch bordering on pain but the praise coiled low in her belly, hot and insistent, her cunt clenching around Jack in response.

They fucked her in a relentless rhythm Jack pulling out just as Rick thrust in, the alternating strokes leaving her gasping, her thighs trembling with overstimulation. Every time her body tried to clamp down, one of them would retreat, leaving her empty for a heartbeat before the other filled her again the push and pull maddening, the friction just shy of enough. "Harder, " she begged, her nails raking down Jack's back as Rick's fingers twisted in her hair, tilting her head back to swallow her moan. "Please, fuck me harder "

Rick chuckled darkly, his hips stuttering as he obeyed, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper each one driving her forward onto Jack's cock, the force of it making her toes curl. "That's it, " Jack groaned, his fingers tightening on her hips as he matched Rick's pace, their rhythm falling into sync pounding into her in tandem until the bed frame creaked in protest, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust. Emily's vision blurred at the edges, her body strung tight between them every nerve alight, every sensation magnified until the pleasure crested without warning, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that left her shuddering, her muscles fluttering around them both.

Rick didn't slow didn't let her catch her breath just fucked her through it, his cock dragging against her oversensitive walls with each brutal stroke. "Again, " he demanded, his voice rough with need, his fingers digging into her waist hard enough to leave bruises. Emily sobbed, her thighs slick with sweat where they bracketed Jack's hips, her body trembling with overstimulation but she obeyed, her hips jerking weakly to meet his thrusts, her cunt clenching around Jack in helpless little pulses.

Jack's breath hitched, his rhythm faltering for the first time his cock twitching inside her as he neared his own edge. "Fuck, " he gritted out, his fingers tightening on her hips as he pulled her down onto him harder, his thrusts turning erratic. Rick growled in approval, his pace never slowing just driving into her ass with relentless precision, his balls slapping against her thighs with every stroke. "Take it, " he snarled, his breath hot against her shoulder. "Take every fucking inch."

Emily's moan broke into a gasp as Jack came his cock pulsing inside her, his hips jerking forward with each thick spurt the heat of it coiling low in her belly, the sensation too much. Rick didn't stop just fucked her through it, his thrusts growing rougher, more insistent until his rhythm stuttered, his breath catching as he buried himself to the hilt with a ragged groan. Emily felt him pulse inside her hot, thick his fingers bruising her hips as he held her still, his cock twitching with each wave of his release.

Jack pulled out slowly his cum dripping onto the sheets. Emily watched as Jack left the bed, still hard his cock slick with her arousal. Rick stayed inside her ass for a moment longer, his breath ragged against her shoulder then withdrew with a wet sound, leaving her gaping. The sudden emptiness made her twitch her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their relentless rhythm.

Emily barely had time to catch her breath before Pete was on the bed in seconds his cock pushing into her pussy without hesitation, his grip rough as he rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. Behind her, Mark climbed on the bed, pressing his slick cock against her pussy alongside Pete's the thick pressure of them both stretching her entrance in a slow, deliberate push that made her whimper. She could feel every ridge, every vein Mark's cockhead nudging against Pete's inside her, the shared fullness making her thighs tremble.

Then they pushed harder, sinking in deeper Emily's scream tore from her throat, raw and shattered, her nails raking down Pete's chest as her back arched. The stretch bordered on unbearable her cunt clenching reflexively around them both but they didn't stop, didn't slow, just rocked deeper in tandem until their hips met hers, their bodies flush against her skin.

Her mind screamed for mercy, for breath but her mouth formed words she barely recognized: "Fuck me don't stop " spilled out between gasps, her voice cracking as Mark adjusted his angle, his cock grinding against Pete's inside her. The friction was electric, unbearable her muscles fluttering wildly around them, her thighs slick with sweat where they bracketed Pete's waist.

Mark's fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as he leaned over her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear: "You love this, don't you? Taking two at once?" His teeth grazed her earlobe sharp, punishing and Emily's hips jerked in response, her body answering before her mind could. "Yes " she sobbed, the admission ripped from her chest as Pete's thumb found her clit, pressing hard in time with their thrusts.

Mark groaned low in his throat his cock twitching alongside Pete's inside her and Emily shattered again, her orgasm crashing over her in relentless waves. They didn't slow, didn't stop just fucked her through it, their thrusts growing rougher, more desperate, as if her climax only spurred them on. She sobbed, her fingers scrabbling at Pete's shoulders, her thighs slick with sweat where they trembled around his hips. "More, " she gasped, the word barely audible between ragged breaths but they heard it, their rhythm stuttering before doubling down, their cocks grinding together inside her with brutal precision.

Pete's grip on her hips tightened his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises as he lifted her slightly, changing the angle just enough to make her scream. The new position drove them deeper, their lengths rubbing against each other inside her in a way that made her vision blur at the edges. Mark cursed above her, his hips snapping forward with a roughness that bordered on pain but she arched into it, her body clamping down around them both in helpless pulses. "Fuck " he snarled, his voice raw with need, his cock twitching violently inside her as he neared his edge. Emily barely registered the wet heat of Pete's release filling her before Mark followed seconds later his cock pulsing inside her, his grip on her hair tightening his release hot and thick as he ground into her with slow, deliberate strokes, milking every last shudder from them both.

Then, just as suddenly, they were gone Mark rolling off the bed with a grunt while Pete slid from under her, his hands lingering on her waist as he guided her onto her stomach, her cheek pressed into the sweat-damp sheets. Emily lay there for five minutes, her breathing slowly returning to normal, her thighs still trembling until Tony's shadow fell over her, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the flushed column of her throat. "Hands and knees, " he ordered, his voice rough with a hunger that hadn't been sated yet not even close. She whimpered but obeyed, her palms flattening against the mattress, her knees sliding apart as she arched her back submissive, pliant, aching.

Tony didn't wait didn't tease just lined himself up and shoved into her ass in one brutal thrust, the stretch bordering on unbearable. Emily cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her vision whiting out for a heartbeat as he bottomed out inside her, his hips flush against her trembling thighs. He held himself there, unmoving, letting her adjust letting her feel every inch of him before leaning down, his breath hot against her ear. "Your grandpa drives a hard bargain, " he whispered, the words rough with exertion, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "He wanted one hundred thousand for this."

Emily gasped her lungs burning for air as Tony pulled her ponytail sharply, forcing her spine into a tighter arch. His cock twitched inside her, buried to the hilt, and she felt him smirk against her shoulder when she shuddered. "Got him down to fifty, " he murmured, his hips drawing back just enough to make her whimper before slamming forward again, the impact reverberating through her ribcage.

His grip on her hair tightened, yanking her head back so his lips could skim the shell of her ear hot, wet before his whisper slithered into her "After I sent him a video of my daughter naked playing with herself and that she let him do anything he wants to her." Emily shuddered, her thighs slick with sweat where they trembled against his hips. "He took the deal in five seconds flat."

Tony pulled her ponytail harder the sharp sting radiating down her spine as he ravaged her ass in short, brutal strokes that punched gasps from her lungs. The stretch bordered on agony, her body yielding then resisting in a rhythm that left her dizzy until she arched back against him instinctively, her hips rolling to meet each thrust. "Fuck yes " she choked out, her voice raw with need, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets for purchase. The bedframe groaned beneath them, the sound swallowed by Tony's dark laugh as he leaned over her shoulder, his breath ragged against her sweat-slick skin. "You want all five of us at once, don't you?" His teeth grazed her pulse point sharp, punishing just as his free hand slid between her legs, his fingers pressing hard against her swollen clit. "Beg for it."

Emily's sob broke into a whimper her thighs jerking apart wider her body clenching around him in helpless little pulses. "Please " she gasped, her voice cracking as Tony's fingers circled faster, rougher, the pressure bordering on pain. "Please, I want I want all of you " The admission spilled from her lips like a confession, her back bowing as pleasure coiled tight in her belly sharp, electric, unbearable.

Tony groaned low in his throat his cock twitching deep inside her ass before pulling out with a wet sound that made her whimper. He lays flat on his back next to her, his chest heaving as he jerks his chin toward the camcorders still blinking red. "Final shot, " he rasps, his hand wrapping around his cock with a slick stroke. "Gotta get the money shot, kid." His fingers dig into her hip, yanking her onto him before she can protest her thighs bracketing his waist, her slick pussy hovering inches above his cock. The head catches on her entrance, hot and swollen, and Emily gasps as he pulls her down in one rough motion.

Behind her, Pete climbs onto the bed his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her thighs his cock already slick with her juices as he presses against her pussy alongside Tony's. Mark next squats, one leg each side of her ass, pushing into her with a slow, relentless pressure that makes her gasp his cockhead stretching her asshole wider, the sting sharp enough to make her fingers claw at Tony's chest. Jack and Rick kneel beside her head Rick gripping her hair to yank her head back Jack's thick cock pushing past her lips before she can catch her breath. His musky taste floods her tongue, the ridge of his shaft dragging against her palate as Rick shoves in from the other side their cocks rubbing together inside her mouth, the pressure making her jaw ache instantly. Saliva drips down her chin in thick strands as they fuck her throat in tandem Jack pulling out just as Rick thrusts in the alternating rhythm leaving her gagging, her nostrils flaring with each ragged inhale.

Then all five started to move slow never getting any fast but Emily cums three times in quick succession as she's reduced to a withering mass of "oh fucks, " her body convulsing between them like a live wire. The pleasure crests without warning her thighs clamping around Tony's waist her cunt fluttering around Pete's cock her asshole spasming around Mark's relentless thrusts. The overload is unbearable, electric, her orgasms ripping through her in waves that leave her twitching, her toes curling against the sheets.

Jack and Rick groan in unison her tongue working in desperate little swirls that have them cursing, their hips jerking erratically. Tony growls low in his throat his fingers digging bruises into her hips as he grinds up into her, his cock pulsing deep inside her cunt. Behind her, Mark’s rhythm stutters, his thrusts turning uneven as his balls tighten. Pete’s breath hitches first his cock twitching violently inside her pussy before he spills with a ragged groan, his release hot and thick. The sensation triggers a chain reaction Mark cursing as he follows, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt Tony snarling through clenched teeth as he pumps his own release into her Jack and Rick shuddering against her lips, their cocks throbbing in tandem as they flood her mouth.

Emily arches like a bowstring her scream muffled around their cocks her body clamping down around them all at once in relentless, rippling spasms. The pleasure crests higher than before a tidal wave that crashes through her with devastating force leaving her trembling, her vision whiting out for a heartbeat. She comes harder than she ever has in her life her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her cunt fluttering around Tony and Pete in helpless little pulses her asshole clenching rhythmically around Mark’s still-twitching cock. The aftershocks roll through her in slow, relentless waves each one drawing a broken whimper from her.

They all get off the bed Tony rolling her onto her back with a groan his spent cock slipping from her with a wet sound that makes her thighs twitch. He walks over to the bathroom, his steps heavy with exhaustion, and Emily watches the way the dim light catches the sweat glistening between his shoulder blades. Meanwhile, Jack picks up his jeans from the floor, fishing the remote from the pocket with a tired smirk. His thumb presses the button, and the red lights on the camcorders blink off one by one, the lenses going dark like closing eyes.

Emily’s breath hitches when Tony steps out of the bathroom, still naked, his cock half-hard again already the sight of it making her thighs press together instinctively. "One more, " he says but Emily cuts him off "I can’t", Tony laughs carries on speaking, "that deal with your Grandpa there one more condition with it for 20 thousand, we get you the last Sunday of every month for the next 12 months but you get all that, if you agree."

Emily's twitches against the damp sheets., thick with sweat and musk her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of five men at once. She licks her lips, tasting salt and Jack’s spend, and feels the slow drip of Tony’s between her thighs. "Twenty thousand per Sunday, " she clarifies, voice hoarse. Tony nods. "Cash. No taxes." Emily looks at tony deal on one extra condition bring your daughter next time.

The door clicks shut behind them and Emily curls onto her side, her thighs sticky with the evidence of their arrangement. Grandpa Brian walks into the room exactly 27 seconds later Emily counts the seconds by the erratic throb between her legs. "How much you think this one's gonna make online?" she asks, her voice scraped raw from screaming. Brian exhales through his nose not quite a laugh and crouches beside the bed, his knees popping audibly. "Nothing, kid, " he says, thumbing a stray tear from her cheekbone. "This one can't."

The bathroom tiles are cool under her bare soles, her steps unsteady as she leans into the sink, gripping the porcelain until her knuckles blanch. She splashes water on her face, the shock of it making her gasp, rivulets tracing paths down her neck to disappear between her breasts. When she turns to leave, the briefcase sits on the toilet seat black, unassuming, the latches undone. She flips it open, and the scent hits her first musky, thick before her eyes register the stacks of Monopoly bills, slick and stiff with dried cum. A single torn envelope rests atop them, the scrawl inside unmistakable: *Next time, real cash. No cum.*