The next several hours

Thankfully, with Emily's newly gained blowjob talents, she doesn't spend long stuck under that table slobbering on her hosts' cocks. In fact, she barely spends five minutes on each cock before she feels one of them pulling her out from under there. However, before they're willing to finally fuck her, there's one more task they make her perform. She's brought out to kneel in an open area on the concrete floor whilst they men take turns emptying their bladders in her mouth, a regular occurence on her nights out thanks to all the drinks the men had been enjoying prior to her arrival.

Whilst the thought of being their human urinal had initially repulsed her, each time they **** her into the act under the threat of kicking her out and leaving her unsatisfied she found herself growing to like it more and more. Something about how filthy she felt being dehumanised like this turned her on. Not to mention that it was the only drink they were willing to serve her other than the straight spirits, and she had never bothered bringing a bottle of water with her on any of her outings.

Once they were finished using Emily as their human urinal, they finally carried her over to the couch and fucked her. The **** ache she had built up over the course of the week was finally satsfied in the best of ways. She was manhandled, slapped, choked, even bitten, and she loved every second of it. There were no two ways about it, those men had made her their bitch. All throughout the week she had played the role of the good girlfriend, and now was when she finally got her reward. Just like each week before that, Emily was fucked on that couch in all three of her holes until she reached orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm. The men too would each cum on or in her several times throughout the night was through.

One of the few differences between the first night she had met this group and now was that she made them use condoms when fucking her pussy, **** to avoid an unwanted pregnancy like last time. Nonetheless, with how much cum they were shooting on her and in her ass, she still made sure to do a pregnancy test the next day each time. Sure enough, she had had to use plan B twice more since that first fateful night, their extremely potent sperm finding a way to knock her up despite the use of protection.

The men had also gotten into the habit of taking some rather incriminating photos of her whilst she was in the middle of performing some obscene act. At first Emily had protested, thinking about the damage it could do if her boyfriend were to somehow come across those photos. However, the men managed to strike a deal where they had promised not to share the photos with anyone, except for sending them into their group chat the next day. That way Emily could use the images of herself as some visual stimulation whilst masturbating throughout the week, a reminder of what she had to look forward to come the weekend.

Her night finally ended the way it always did, with Emily being fucked senseless until the point she passed out from exhaustion, usually after the sun had already risen for the morning.