There was only one more man lying down for her to fuck. If she didn't fuck every cock there it was only because they didn't want her to. Her legs were burning from exhaustion. She didn't think she could do it anymore. She could hardly walk. She wanted to finish this last man off so that it would finally be over. He was another one of the lewd men she had seen at the office. She had managed so far to avoid having to use her ass and had begun to allow herself to hope she wouldn't have to. This, at least would allow her to retain some part of herself. Feeling overcome with weakness, shame, humiliation, and a strange lingering sense of arousal, she looked pleadingly at Mr. Elman. He walked over to her and whispered in her ear "there's one more cock down there Jelena. You wouldn't want to leave that single unsatisfied cock, would you?" Then he pinched one of her nipples harder than anyone had all day. She nearly collapsed. As he legs went slack, he reached around behind her and held her up, then started rubbing her as yet unused asshole. She jumped when he touched her there, but he held her. "If your pussy is too sore, you could fuck him with your asshole. You could fuck him with your tight little dirty fuckhole."
As he said "tight little dirty fuckhole" he shoved his finger inside her ass. She didn't want it in there but it sent an electric current through her body. She had never felt as humiliated or dirty in her life. He pinched her nipple again. Pain seared through her. She didn't want it to, but her body responded. Involuntarily, she relaxed her asshole and pushed it into his finger, swallowing it deeper and deeper. Her body began to go slack and she leaned in close to the dirty old man to keep from falling down. He pulled his finger out of her ass and slipped it into her mouth. She couldn't believe this was happening to her but her she wanted to fuck again. She sucked on the finger and coated it with her saliva and looked over at the last man, who was stroking a rigid and rather large cock—easily the biggest she had seen all day. She watched his fist go up and down and imagined her fucking it with her ass.
"Look at that cock, Mr. Elman whispered, as he forced his finger back into her asshole. She whimpered as it went back in but then started pressing into it and pulling off it slowly as she look at the man stroking his huge cock. Up and down. Up and down. "Oh, little girl. Your pussy is wetter than it has been all day. You want to fuck that cock in front of all these people, don't you. So tell me. Tell me what you want to do."
She trembled with a combination of fear of what she was about to do and shame for wanting it. She knew this was it—that if she let them make her use her ass that she had given herself over completely. "I want to go home," she said.
"Jelena, he admonished her, still whispering. "You and I both know that's not true. Tell me the truth," he demanded. "Tell me the fucking truth. Say it. Tell me what you want to do with that fucking cock."
This made her a slut, she thought. "I am a slut," she said to herself . . . "I am about to become a dirty ass slut—a total slut." She felt anguish. His finger fucked her anus faster and faster. He turned her ass toward the crowd, so that they could see what he was doing to her. "Why am I allowing this? Why is this turning me on? "she wondered. Other girls don't do this kind of stuff. "I am not like other girls. I am not like other girls" began reverberating in her mind. At least he was whispering to her and not making her further humiliate herself in front of everybody.
"Say it!" he repeated.
"I . . . " she stammered. "I want to use my . . ." (she began again to tear up with shame) ". . . my . . . my ass to make that . . . that cock come."
"Oh yes. Jelena. That's a good girl. That's what everyone wants to see. Now just face everyone and tell them what you're going to let them see. He turned her back so that she was facing them, continuing to finger fuck her anus.
"No. Please." She began to panic. "Please don't make me say that to them." She felt herself blushing and shaking uncontrollably. The tension she felt caused her ass to push his finger out. She laid her head on his chest. He pinched her nipple and pushed his finger against her asshole and said, "Open and push back."
"Oh God. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?" she thought, but she relaxed her asshole and pushed it onto his finger. He moved behind her, leaving her in the shameful position of facing the crowd with his hand pinching her breasts while she fucked her asshole onto his finger. "Now tell them what a good slut you're going to be, Jelena, and what you want to do."
She looked down and felt a fresh wave of shame and lust pass through her. "I am a slut," she thought. "I have made seven guys come today in front of a crowd of cheering and laughing onlookers. And I have done it myself. They didn't rape me or use me. I used myself to make them come. I have done it all. She felt an orgasm building inside of her. She fucked Mr. Elman's finger more intently and began to finger her clit. She looked up at those watching her with tears coursing down her cheeks, making eye contact with each. "I'm going to fuck his cock with my asshole. Like a good slut, I will use my asshole to make his cock come."
She felt so degraded when she said this, but strangely she felt herself beginning to come again. The correlation was beginning to become clear to her. She couldn't believe it, but she wanted to come so badly. She fucked her asshole into Mr. Elman's hand as hard as she could. Mr. Elman sensed her orgasm, pulled his finger from her ass, and grabbed her by the wrists as the other man had done before to keep her from rubbing her pussy. "Oh god," she thought. "How could he do this to her?" Jelena's body convulsed. She thrust her hips forward and backward, looking for something to touch her.
"I need to come!" she said. "Please let me come!"
Mr. Elman led her over to the last man lying on the ground. "Come on this cock if you need to come."
