Though Jelena had not wanted—had not asked for—any of this to happen, here she was begging for someone to let her come. "Please. Please somebody help me come," she pleaded. "Somebody help me." Her panic at the thought of her orgasm being denied caused her tears of shame to become a full on cry of desperation as she thrust her hips and pussy toward everyone whose eyes met hers. The crowd around her laughed at her and said things like "look at this whore" and "what a little slut" and things like that. Their laughter and words reminded her of the state she found herself in: it was one of utter humiliation. She was being forced to degrade herself in front of these people not only physically, but mentally. And the worst part was that, since she had never been so desperate to come in her entire life, she began to realize that her level of arousal was directly connected to her level of shame and humiliation. She was so scared of what was happening to her. She needed to get out of here. She knew that the only way she would be able to leave, though, is if Mr. Elman would let her.
Mr. Elman was pleased beyond what he had imagined. He had recognized Jelena as a submissive when she interviewed for the job in his office, but he had not thought her transformation would happen so quickly.
He turned to Mark and Jelena heard him tell the young man to remove his pants and lay on his back. Then Jelena heard him say, "Jelena, you may fuck Mark's cock."
Jelena knew that this was her last chance to maintain control of herself. She must get up and leave right now. But she wanted to come so badly. Her pussy was spasming and dripping wet with the juices from her interrupted orgasm. All she wanted was a cock in her—any cock. She knew in her mind that it didn't matter whose. She hoped Mr. Elman could find a way to satisfy her now uncontrollably urges and allow her to retain some sense of self-control. She feared, though, that if she did not leave now that she would end up fucking every cock at the party. Maybe, though, just maybe, she could just fuck Mark. That was it! This whole thing was about getting Mark laid! But Mr. Elman had said "we" are going to fuck you. She was so confused. But she was also dying to come. She decided she would just fuck Mark and then leave.
She straddled Mark's body, facing him. She lowered herself down over his rock hard cock, grabbing it with her hand and guiding it into her sopping pussy. Oh, it felt so good filling her. This was not the time for gentleness or slow build up. Jelena was on fire. She plunged her body down on his cock, forcing it in to the hilt. She placed her hands on his abdomen for support and fucked his cock at a furious pace. With her level of arousal and Mark's inexperience, it wasn't long before the both of them reached orgasm. Jelena climaxed first, lifting off Mark's cock, shamefully rubbing her clit in front of everybody, and squirting all over him like a shameless whore.
That was the thing, though; she was feeling anything but shameless. In fact, she felt herself coming more intensely and trying to spread herself open wider as she heard comments like: "Look at this whore squirt all over the place!" "What a slut!" "I've never seen such a little cock whore in my life!" And so on and so on. She felt so ashamed of herself, crying and yelling "I'm sorry" as she came and came and came. Before she was through coming, Mr. Elman yelled at her to finish Mark off in her mouth. She jumped down between his legs, her wide open asshole and dripping, convulsing pussy looking up at the men behind her, and jerked Mark's cock off into her mouth. She saw the next man lie down beside them, his cock rigid and sticking straight up, as Mark pumped load after load of jizz into her waiting mouth, she couldn't believe how much it was or the force behind it—he must not have ejaculated for some time. She dutifully sucked and swallowed, squeezing along the underside of his shaft to extract every last drop.
"Tell Mark 'thank you,' Jelena," Mr. Elman said.
He should be thanking me, she thought. But she did as Mr. Elman told her, looking down at the ground and saying "thank you, Mark."
"Thank you for what, Jelena?" Mr. Elman asked.
Oh god. How much would he have to humiliate herself before them to make them happy? Jelena blushed and shuddered to look at Mark's satisfied face. "Thank you, Mark, for coming in my mouth."
