2 comments/ 146820 views/ 49 favorites The Picnic Ch. 01 By: pangolin Jelena went reluctantly to the cookout. She had been invited by her boss, Mr. Elman, who she knew was a bit of a pig. She knew that she shouldn't have come. But it was a Saturday and the guy she had slept with last weekend had stood her up last night. So she came anyway, because she wanted to be around people, and now she had gotten herself into a little bit of a situation with multiple men, most of whom she didn't know. One of Mr. Elman's friends had spilled red wine on her dress and she had submitted to Mr. Elman's insistence that she change into one of his daughter's old dresses—which turned out to be much too small and thin and revealing—and stay a little longer, rather than doing what she knew she should have done and gone home right then and there. Mr. Elman had, of course, promised to have her dress dry-cleaned. The dress, it should be pointed out, while loose-fitting, was also much too low cut in the bust, and much too short. She should have gone home. She went over the reasons in her head. 1. The men there were hitting on her relentlessly. It made her feel good, especially after being stood up the night before. But she knew what this was. They just wanted to fuck her. Men had been making lewd comments and taking every opportunity to brush up against her and pat her on her butt, which they never failed to compliment. One guy had even grabbed her thong through her dress and given her a wedgie, which both hurt and embarrassed her, especially because everyone saw him do it and they all laughed at her. 2. She was getting a little drunk and possibly less able to make rational decisions. They weren't helping things by keeping her glass of wine constantly full. Besides, she wasn't very good at saying "no" in the first place. 3. She hadn't worn a bra with her other dress, which was outfitted with a supportive top. This dress, again being a low-cut, thin, cotton number, left little to the imagination. But she didn't want to make a scene, so here she found herself, sitting in her boss's backyard in one of those low-to-the-ground fold out lawn chairs in a dress that was not only too small for her, but that was so skimpy she could hardly keep herself covered in it, whether standing up or sitting down. There were only about a dozen people there, mostly older men, a few she had seen in the office visiting Mr. Elman. They always ogled her suggestively in the office and gave her the creeps. There was only one man there who appeared to be her age or younger. He had been introduced to her as Mr. Elman's nephew, Mark. He had tried to start a conversation with her earlier. Even though he was a little awkward, he seemed nice. She did not see him now. As she looked around, she tried to keep her knees pressed together, because a few men sat directly across from her, staring at her legs, just waiting for her to move and give them a glimpse of her panties. "What a couple of disgusting pigs," she thought to herself. The hem of her loaner dress was just long enough to cover her ass, and so tight that if she moved at all it just rode up higher. And she couldn't sit still. She tried not to move, but the lawn chair was only inches off the ground, and wasn't very comfortable to sit in. If she straightened her legs the men could see her panties above and between her legs. If she lifted her knees, they could see her panties from underneath, and every time she moved the hem just inched up higher and higher, leaving her more exposed. To make matters worse, these men were not trying to hide the fact that they were looking; they smiled and looked right at her as they slumped down or sat up with the raising or dropping of her knees. She was waiting for them to move so she could get up, because with all the wine she had been drinking she didn't really have much confidence in her ability to stand up and she didn't want to show them anything. This was not all. Men were often standing over her looking down the front of her dress. She couldn't believe they would do something like that and make it so obvious. Weren't they embarrassed? She thought of saying something, but she didn't want to seem paranoid or prudish. Standing there now was none other than Mr. Elman. She looked down at herself. The dress was so low cut she could see where the curve rounded under the bottom of her b-cup breasts. Even worse, her breasts were pointy, like spinning tops, and came to points which could clearly be seen in the light cotton dress. She could even make out where her nipples puffed out. Her self-consciousness caused her nipples to swell up and harden, making them even more conspicuous. She crossed her arms to cover herself and, in retrospect, that was a mistake, because when she did, Mr. Elman leaned down and began to massage her shoulders, saying "You look tense, Jelena, let me help you relax a little bit." Why didn't she just tell him no, and then get up and leave? She didn't want to make him upset or make it seem like she felt uncomfortable at all. "I have to go," she thought. She tried to draw away from him and lean forward. When she did so her legs came open a little and she saw the faces of the men across from her betray lusty and satisfied grins. And she wasn't even able to get up. Mr. Elman's grasp on her was firm. He held her fast to him firmly massaging his fingers into her shoulders and neck. "Just relax," he said firmly. "You're very tight." The men across from her snickered. She leaned back a little. "That's better, little girl," he said. She thought him calling her "little girl" was kind of creepy. He was kneading her neck and shoulders. Even though his touching her made her uneasy, she could not deny that it felt good. It was apparent that he had done this before. "How does it feel?" he asked. "It's nice, thanks" she admitted, hoping he would soon stop and she could thank him for a nice afternoon and go. She saw the young man come out of the house and watch as Mr. Elman massaged her. "Mark, come over here," Mr. Elman said. Mark obeyed. He now stood next to Mr. Elman as the older man rubbed Jelena's shoulders. "Ever given a massage before, Mark?" Mr. Elman asked. "No sir," the young man answered. "Well then, you take that shoulder and I'll take this one. Just watch what I do." To have these two men massaging her made Jelena nervous. She knew this was dangerous and it made her feel dirty, but she didn't want to risk hurting Mark's feelings by asking them to stop. He seemed like a nice guy. She hoped they would just do it for a few minutes and then she could go. She trembled in their grasp and broke out in chill bumps of discomfort. Her nipples were just getting harder and harder and protruding under the flimsy little dress. She knew Mark could see them by looking down the front of the light fabric. What was worse, they ached to be touched. Why did her body betray her like this? All she wanted to do was get up and go. But her body liked what they were doing to her. Her head, neck, and shoulders were loosening up under the influence of the massaging hands. She felt herself getting flush, then hot—so hot she was melting in their hands. She knew they could see her swelling breasts, and felt the other men's eyes running up and down her exposed legs, which she had to be mindful of, lest she relax the least little bit, let her knees part, and give them what they were looking for: a clear shot at her panties, the mere thin fabric separating them from her now moistening pussy. "That's it, Jelena, just relax," Mr. Elman said. "Why don't you close your eyes." She didn't want to, but she did. Why was she doing everything he told her to do? Soon after she closed her eyes, she felt Mr. Elman's hand slip the strap of the dress off her right shoulder. Startled, she reached up to put it back, saying "No. Please. I should go now." "I'm sorry to upset you Jelena. I was just going to show Mark your beautiful breasts. He has never seen a woman's breast before. Besides, everyone can practically see them already. What if we just let him see? He can just look down the front of your dress. No one else will be able to see. Besides, they're just breasts. It's not like we're showing him your pussy or anything." A few people sitting around started laughing and Jelena's thoughts started spinning out of control. "They're just breasts?" she thought. "Really? Then why does he want to see them? Had Mr. Elman just say 'pussy?' Can he say that to me, an employee? Isn't that sexual harassment?" While she panicked, though, she just looked away at the ground and said nothing. Mr. Elman took her lack of protest as a yes. She knew he would. He reached down and grabbed the top of the dress and pulled it away from her body. When her breasts became fully visible to Mark, he stopped massaging. Mr. Elman urged him on. "Keep massaging her shoulders, Mark." Mark resumed. Why didn't she just say no? She could have refused and got up and left. But she didn't, and she hated them for it. Another man walked up behind them and began peering at her cone-shaped breasts, with their nipples betraying her by puffing out and becoming highly sensitized. She raised her hand to push the fabric back over her, but it was quickly seized by Mr. Elman. "It's okay," he said. "He's just looking . . . and they're just tits." "But you said..." "Shhhh...." He cut her off. She felt her power to resist waning. She was giving in. Now he was referring to her breasts as "tits." She had become a pair of "tits." Her tits, and the rest of her body, was betraying her, too. She felt her neck and face burning with shame. But rather than get up and leave, she let her shoulders fall and leaned back, closing her eyes. She even relaxed her legs letting them part just a little. She was more than just a pair of tits. She was a pussy, too. This fact was not lost on the two old perverts sitting across from her. Mr. Elman held her dress farther out away from her. He, Mark, and the other unidentified man had a clear view of naked breasts under the dress. Once it was obvious what was happening, others came over and enjoyed the view down her top. Her breath quickened and her chest heaved. Mr. Elman said, "Mark, I think her leaning back means that she's inviting you to touch her breasts." She didn't respond to what Mr. Elman said. Mark did. He reached his clumsy hands down the front of her dress. His touch was like an electric shock. He was clumsy and rough. He reached straight for her swollen nipples and pinched hard. The pain perfectly distracted her from what was happening, giving her something to focus on. A groan escaped her lips as she let her head go completely back. The unidentified man cradled her head and neck in his hands and caressed her. "Mmmm. She likes that Mark," Mr. Elman said. He slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall down beneath her bust, completely exposing her now sore and swollen breasts for the whole remaining group, which consisted of eight men and two women. She felt her own inner heat wash over her, and could feel herself alternately experiencing hot flashes and breaking out in chill bumps. She began to tremble. Mr. Elman then slipped his hand in between her knees, pulling her legs open. Here she was . . . a boy pulling and pinching her aching nipples and her legs open for men she didn't even know to see between her legs to her panties. She wondered if there were already a wet spot. "Why don't you kiss her, Mark?" Mr. Elman said. "Open your mouth Jelena. It's just a kiss," he said, authoritatively. She complied. Mark began kissing her lips. But Mr. Elman told him, "Kiss her harder, and deeper, Mark. Put your tongue in her mouth. Make her suck on your tongue." Mark was kissing her roughly, probing her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, flipping her tongue against his and sucking it deeper into her mouth. Mr. Elman leaned up to her ear. She could feel his breath on her as he said, "I want you to spread your legs wide open for me and hold them there. Then I want you to pull your panties to the side. I'm going to feel your pussy. If it is wet, we're going to fuck you." The way he said it was humiliating to her, as if it were her fault somehow that her pussy was soaking wet—as if she were the one making the decisions here. What did he mean, "we?" "Suck on her tits, Mark," Mr. Elman said, "while I feel her cunt." The word "cunt" sent shivers through her. She was trembling so hard anyone would have noticed. They were using her. And she was letting them. She wanted them to take her. Her "cunt" throbbed and gushed with wetness. She could feel her lips tingling, swelling, and opening to Mr. Elman and he had yet to even touch her between her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight at the home of her boss and a bunch of other people she hardly knew. As Mark started sucking on her breasts, she arched her back, serving her tits to his mouth. Simultaneously, one set of salty fingers entered her mouth while another pulled her hair from behind, hurting her slightly. They must have belonged to the unidentified man, she thought. But it didn't matter anymore who did what. The men around her would melt into one mélange of cocks, balls, fingers, and mouths. She had shaved herself completely in anticipation of her supposed date, which made her feel more like a total whore, and she could hear the sounds—cheers even—of the other people at the cookout as she reached down and pulled her own panties to the side so that Mr. Elman could show the crowd how much she liked what they were doing to her. It shamed her that he was making her participate in her own humiliation. Once she had exposed her pussy, she heard him say, "look at this smooth little shaved pussy, " before she felt a few light slaps. You could hear the embarrassing sound of wetness when his hand made contact. Then it happened: his fingers began to slide effortlessly in and out of her, right there in front of everybody. "Why Jelena," said Mr. Elman as he finger-fucked her, "you've got the wettest little cunt I've ever seen." She couldn't help but let a moan escape around the fingers that swirled around her mouth. "It's wonderful. You all have got to feel this!" Other hands began to explore her. Jelena could hardly stand it. She felt an orgasm welling up inside her already. Mr. Elman was an expert. He curved his two fingers upward inside her and was rubbing her g-spot, which, she knew, would make her have a squirting orgasm right there in front of everybody. She did not want to make any more of a spectacle out or herself than she already was, but she knew she wouldn't be able to help it. Just then she felt his fingers slip out of her opening. She started to panic. What was he doing? Why was he stopping? "Okay Jelena. If you want to come, you're going to have to fuck these fingers yourself." He was making her fuck his fingers so that she could come. It occurred to her one last time to get up and leave, but that would be awkward, she thought. She felt humiliated, but it only added to her arousal and she was so close to orgasm. Her eyes began to tear up and she sobbed a bit onto the fingers in her mouth as she raised her hips and pushed her cunt onto the fingers, bucking and bucking and bucking her hips into them. The utter shamefulness of this situation: a young boy still sucking her nipples while she sucked another man's dirty fingers and fucked her boss's fingers drove her over the edge quickly. She shuddered to her first orgasm. Thrusting her hips forward, her pussy pushed Mr. Elman's fingers out and began to squirt streams of ejaculate from her quivering pussy and trembling body. The fingers left her mouth and she screamed "Oh my god! Ohhhhh! God!—to the delight of all watching. Catcalls rang out among the crowd that had made their way closer and formed a circle around her. She heard Mr. Elman say, "we got ourselves a squirter, ladies and gentlemen, a perfect little slut with a shaved, squirting pussy." She wasn't a slut, was she? What the fuck had she gotten herself into? The Picnic Ch. 01 As instructed he had packed a decent supply of finger food and nibbles. He had taken great care in his choices and only hoped that she would approve. The wine, which she had chosen, was known to him and he knew it was a good choice, despite the fact that they would both be driving and she would only drink one glass from the bottle. His nerves fluttered as he approached his destination yet a familiar feeling reassured him of his day ahead. He arrived at her selected location, a verdant spot in the countryside, rural and secluded. Three other cars dotted the car park and he knew she had not arrived yet. Busying himself, he removed the picnic basket and blanket from the boot of his car and waited patiently, leaning casually against the vehicle, waiting for her. The warm late spring sunshine beat down upon his face as he relished this day away from the usual humdrum of his working week in a busy office. Her request to meet him here for a lazy afternoon had been a wonderful idea and brilliantly timed -- the weather was superb. He enjoyed spending such leisurely time in her company and hoped she would be in a good mood. Resting the basket upon the boot of his car he opened the lid to check that the contents had travelled with minimal disruption and that he had not forgotten anything. Cutlery, plates, glasses, condiments, napkins and salad had all survived the journey. He smiled at his efforts and hoped she would appreciate them too. Tyres crunched on the gravel behind him but did not turn to see her approach. Hearing the music loudly escaping from her window as she drew nearer he knew it was her. Suddenly the butterflies in his stomach began to churn more wildly and he felt a sense of trepidation and excitement that he was soon to be in her company again. The vehicle pulled up along side his and he heard the hand brake applied. His legs started to shake a little and he felt the clamminess in the palms of his hands. She always had this influence on him and, as much as he hoped one day that he might not to be quite so affected in this way, he secretly quite enjoyed it. Striding around quickly to her door he blinked at the sun's rays reflected from the glass. She was sat, calmly waiting for him to open her door. As soon as his hand touched the handle the door swung open, forcibly, and missed his crotch by millimetres. "You took your time!" She snapped at him. He faltered on the spot, not knowing what to say. He sensed an air of menace about her and immediately felt an air of foreboding. Before he could respond she was up and out of the car, brushing past him and gesturing at the back seat to a dark coloured hold-all. Her perfume wafted past him and filled the air. Momentarily, he sighed, breathing her in. "Bring that bag with you!" Snapped back to reality by her words, he reached for the bag and quickly moved to collect the basket and blanket. She was already some strides ahead of him and making her way down a grassy bank towards a small copse of trees a few hundred yards away. He noticed a walker out with their dog in the distance and wondered how many others might be in the immediate location. He hoped they would not be disturbed. He watched her walking ahead of him. As usual she was dressed casually; denim jeans stretched across her broad hips, a fairly loose cotton shirt complimented her colouring and sturdy walking boots adorned her feet. Her hair was ruffled but shone a rich, dark brown under the bright sunlight. She looked comfortable and he felt an odd sense of pleasure in response to her appearance. As always, she wore her usual sunglasses and he wondered if he might be tormented by his own reflection throughout the afternoon -- a milder torment than the power of her gaze, of that he was certain. She finally came to a halt and seemed to have found a spot that she liked. "Here will do!" She instructed as she pointed down to the ground. She stood then, turning her back on him, and lit a cigarette. Carefully he laid out the blanket upon the short grass and placed the picnic basket to one side, her hold-all to the other. He then knelt down on the grass, adjusting his knees quickly as one found a pebble which jarred against his position. Then, he knew, he must wait patiently until she was ready. He estimated that she had made him wait a full five minutes before she finally turned to him. "How wonderful to see you in your rightful place again, boy!" She purred, stepping towards him. He remained kneeling, his face pointing downwards in the way she had taught him, his hands resting loosely on his thighs. He sensed her closing in on him and felt small and vulnerable as she towered above him. Abruptly she presented one of her dusty walking boots in his direction. "Remove my boots and socks, I want to air my feet!" She stated. Carefully he untied each of the laces and pulled the boots away from her feet. They felt warm in his hands. Then, gently, he peeled away each sock and shook them out before vigilantly storing each one in the correct boot for later. She wriggled her toes in front of him, apparently pleased that her feet were now free in the spring air. He noticed that her toe nails were, rather uncharacteristically, unpainted. They looked nude without their usual splash of colour. With his head still postured forwards he then felt her fingers in his hair. She grasped firmly, which made him wince, her hand adding pressure to his neck. "Mmm... good lad!" She cooed. Finally, adjusting her position, she took her seat upon the blanket and he felt her eyes, from behind the sunglasses, scouring over him. He enjoyed her purposeful examinations and hoped she would approve of the outfit he had chosen. "You look well," she commented, "now, did you remember the wine?" Remaining on his knees he reached into the basket and quickly uncorked the wine, pouring a little into her glass for her to taste. She sipped it briefly and nodded that it was acceptable thrusting the glass back in his general direction for him to fill. His hands were trembling now and he focussed hard so as not to spill the wine. All thoughts in his mind were focussing on her, pleasing her and above all else, not causing any negative response from her at all. He was suddenly aware that he had not yet spoken and wondered if he should break his silence. He decided to remain quiet and to await her further instructions. "Now, my lovely boy," she continued, having taken only one other sip from her glass, "open my big bag and remove the contents." He felt pensive as he unzipped the hold-all and had no idea what he might find inside. His mind whirred with anticipation as he removed the first item which was contained within a sizeable velvet pouch. "Ah, yes!" She smiled. "That's a good first choice... open it!" He carefully pulled open the drawstring and reached inside to discover a contraption -- the kind of which he had seen before and now recognised. Immediately, his cock responded, his breath jarred in his throat and his mouth grew dry. "Yes... isn't it pretty!" She purred. "Let's see if it fits." Instantly, he looked up at her but she refused to look at him, her glasses masking her watchful eyes. Instead she just flicked her wrist in his general direction in a motion telling him to get on with it. The heavy metal device sat on the blanket in front of him as he nervously looked around to see if anyone might be nearby. "Oh, don't be shy now, there's only me watching!" She laughed at his discomfort. Hesitantly he undid the button and zip of his trousers and suddenly realised why she had demanded that he dress without his usual boxer shorts. She had planned ahead, as always. His cock, now growing firmer in the presence of his owner and her choice of items, flexed momentarily in the open air. He fumbled for a few minutes, feeling her gaze upon him, as he attempted to fit the item as required. Trapping at least three stray hairs in the process made him suck in air through his teeth. Eventually, the heavy cold steel locked into place around his genitals and he removed his hands to meet with her approval. "Wonderful!" She exclaimed as she lifted the pouch and shook the remaining contents out onto the blanket. "Make sure you attach the rest!" She instructed. He carefully moved his cock and balls and attached the thin metal chain to each anchor point. The large heavy figure of eight device now sat snugly around his cock and balls and he could feel the constriction already. Somehow his penis was positioned so that it remained free, yet held tightly at the base by the device. His balls were encircled by a tight ring of steel. The long thin chain ran between two points on each end of the device and out onto the blanket. She took hold of the loop at the end of the chain and gave it a sudden yank. He yelped under his breath as his groin surged forwards under her control and she let out a laugh of approval. "Now, do up those flies!" She commanded and watched him fumble with his zipper. The Picnic Ch. 02 How had this happened? Jelena had only agreed to come to the picnic at her boss's house because she felt sort of obligated and because she was feeling like being around people. Now here she was, being led by her boss, Mr. Elman, to allow people she hardly knew expose her breasts and kiss her in front of a bunch of other people she didn't know. And worse, she was about to pull her panties to the side so that they could see how wet all this had made her tingling pussy. "What have I gotten myself into?" Jelena wondered. "Why don't I just get up now and go? They're not going to hold me down and force themselves on me." But she didn't. She didn't get up and leave. "Suck on her tits, Mark," Mr. Elman said, "while I feel her cunt." The word "cunt" sent shivers through her. She was trembling so hard anyone would have noticed. They were using her. And she was letting them. She wanted them to take her. Her "cunt" throbbed and gushed with wetness. She could feel her lips tingling, swelling, and opening to Mr. Elman and he had yet to even touch her between her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight at the home of her boss and a bunch of other people she hardly knew. As Mark started sucking on her breasts, she arched her back, serving her tits to his mouth. Simultaneously, one set of salty fingers entered her mouth while another pulled her hair from behind, hurting her slightly. They must have belonged to the unidentified man, she thought. But it didn't matter anymore who did what. The men around her would melt into one mélange of cocks, balls, fingers, and mouths. She had shaved herself completely in anticipation of her supposed date, which made her feel more like a total whore, and she could hear the sounds—cheers even—of the other people at the cookout as she reached down and pulled her own panties to the side so that Mr. Elman could show the crowd how much she liked what they were doing to her. It shamed her that he was making her participate in her own humiliation. Once she had exposed her pussy, she heard him say, "look at this smooth little shaved pussy, "before she felt a few light slaps. You could hear the embarrassing sound of wetness when his hand made contact. Then it happened: his fingers began to slide effortlessly in and out of her, right there in front of everybody. "Why Jelena," said Mr. Elman as he finger-fucked her, "you've got the wettest little cunt I've ever seen." She couldn't help but let a moan escape around the fingers that swirled around her mouth. "It's wonderful. You all have got to feel this!" Other hands began to explore her. Jelena could hardly stand it. She felt an orgasm welling up inside her already. Mr. Elman was an expert. He curved his two fingers upward inside her and was rubbing her g-spot, which, she knew, would make her have a squirting orgasm right there in front of everybody. She did not want to make any more of a spectacle out or herself than she already was, but she knew she wouldn't be able to help it. Just then she felt his fingers slip out of her opening. She started to panic. What was he doing? Why was he stopping? "Okay Jelena. If you want to come, you're going to have to fuck these fingers yourself." He was making her fuck his fingers so that she could come. It occurred to her one last time to get up and leave, but that would be awkward, she thought. She felt humiliated, but it only added to her arousal and she was so close to orgasm. Her eyes began to tear up and she sobbed a bit onto the fingers in her mouth as she raised her hips and pushed her cunt onto the fingers, bucking and bucking and bucking her hips into them. The utter shamefulness of this situation: a young boy still sucking her nipples while she sucked another man's dirty fingers and fucked her boss's fingers drove her over the edge quickly. She shuddered to her first orgasm. Thrusting her hips forward, her pussy pushed Mr. Elman's fingers out and began to squirt streams of ejaculate from her quivering pussy and trembling body. The fingers left her mouth and she screamed "Oh my god! Ohhhhh! God!—to the delight of all watching. Catcalls rang out among the crowd that had made their way closer and formed a circle around her. She heard Mr. Elman say, "we got ourselves a squirter, ladies and gentlemen, a perfect little slut with a shaved, squirting pussy." She wasn't a slut, was she? What was happening here? She collapsed back into the chair, but she didn't have long to recover before a cock started pushing against her lips. Someone held her head to the side and she submissively opened her mouth. A cock entered slowly but surely, slipping past her lips and filling her mouth. "Hold on," Mr. Elman said to the perpetrator. "Let her do it." "Now Jelena," he continued. "Look directly at the cock pointed toward your face and move your mouth around it." "Oh god," she thought. "Why couldn't they just take her? Why were they making her do it like this?" She pushed her head out and onto the cock, working her lips over it. She reached out with her hand and gripped it near the base, but again Mr. Elman intervened. "No hands, Jelena. Just kiss it a little. Lick it." She did as she was told: tease the cock. She kissed the head and suckled it lightly, then licked underneath the shaft. It smelled a little musty. "Now, Jelena, you can use your hands a little. Grab it and stroke it gently while you lick the balls." She didn't want to lick this man's hairy balls, but she did it anyway, lightly stroking the cock up and down as she took each testicle in her mouth alternately. "Open wide and get them both in your pretty little mouth, Jelena," continued Mr. Elman. "And while she's doing that, Mark, you might taste her pussy if you'd like." As Mark started lapping at her pussy and another set of hands grabbed at her breasts, Mr. Elman started giving Mark directions. "Mark, lick around the outside first, lightly circling her entire pussy. Tease her asshole a bit when you get down to the bottom. We're going to have to get that loosened up." Jelena shivered with trepidation at the thought that they were going to use her ass. She had had anal sex before, but that was a while ago and she remembered how much it hurt at first, even though it turned out to be really intense and pleasurable. But she didn't want to go through that now, with these men, however many there were. It was one thing to suck and fuck them, but her anus represented another level of intimacy, didn't it? "Okay, Mark, start licking up and down the slit, slipping your tongue in and out of the hole at the bottom and licking around the clit at the top as you do." Despite the fact that Mark was inexperienced, the attention he was giving her pussy was driving the anxiety out of her head and making her lose herself again. She focused renewed energy on the cock and balls before her. She removed her mouth from the balls and her hands from the cock, looking at its veiny length and reconciling herself to the disgusting act she was not committed to before opening her lips again around it. "Force your head all the way down on it, Jelena. All the way down that pretty throat of yours. I want you to show it how much you love having a cock down your throat. It's just like a kiss Jelena, a long, deep, intimate kiss." She knew better than that. She couldn't believe that she was allowing him to insult her intelligence and humiliate her like this in front of all these people, who renewed their catcalls as she pushed her head down on the cock as hard as she could, feeling its length slide through her lips, over her tongue, and across the roof of her mouth. She started gagging a little about halfway down and backed off a bit. "Don't take your mouth off that cock, Jelena. Don't back all the way off. It's okay if you choke on it and gag. That's all part of it. And don't swallow either, just let the saliva drip out. Now, that's a good girl. Back down, all the way down." She continued to gag, but the reflex began to subside as she grew accustomed to having something hit the back of her throat. She began to pick up the pace of her bobbing up and down on this mysterious man's cock. Saliva streamed out of her mouth and, since she was leaning back and just a bit to the side, dripped down onto her chest and all the way down to where Mark was eating her pussy. She felt the cock begin to spasm and knew it was ready to come. She heard Mr. Elman's voice again, urging her on. "Suck on it now. Don't just push your head down on it; suck it on its way out. There's sweet cum down in those balls. How do you expect to coerce it out unless you suck?" She redoubled her efforts, to the delight of the crowd. She felt so ashamed of herself for letting Mr. Elman make her do this in front of all these people. But maybe, just maybe if she made this guy come, they would let her go. So, faster and faster she fucked her own throat on this unknown man's stationary cock. The sound her throat was making each time she swallowed his cock anew and sucked it as she drew back ("guck, slurp, guck, slurp, guck, slurp, guck"), added to her shame, as did the now steady stream of saliva cascading out of her mouth in long sticky streams. She felt the head of the cock swelling in her mouth and, despite all her efforts to do all this herself, she could tell that he was beginning to work with her, thrusting in and down her throat as she pushed her head down onto it. "You need to do better, Jelena. He's having to do some of the work himself. You want to make him come for you, don't you? Otherwise he's just using you and you're not doing anything. Any girl can get just sit there with her mouth open while a man fucks it like a pussy. Don't you want to be more than that? Come on, fuck his cock and make him come for you." She heard people clap and cheer Mr. Elman's ridiculous speech. But Jelena did try harder. She ravaged her own salivating mouth on this strange cock, which brought more mock cheers from her audience. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was smarter than these people, yet here she was allowing them to use her—no, not allowing, but participating . . . facilitating, even, the use of herself—as a cum extractor for these shitbags. She felt utterly humiliated. Why had she let things go this far? How had she gotten herself into this position—where she was impaling her own face on a man's cock and allowing another man to lick her vagina in front of an applauding crowd? "Now, it looks like he's going to come soon. I want you to look up into his eyes while you make him come. Don't stop fucking him with your throat, but look directly into his eyes. Look him in the eyes while you to suck every drop of come out of his cock. Every drop. And spread your legs a little wider." Mr. Elman's commands caused her to re-focus on her own pleasure as she focused on the pleasure of the man upon whose face she looked for the first time. Disgust flowed through her body when she saw him. He was probably the one man there whose dick she least wanted to be deepthroating. She recognized him from the office as a middle-aged man, maybe 50, who always leered at her and mad harassing comments about how she should wear more revealing clothes. He smiled smugly at her now and said, "You always wanted me to come in your mouth, didn't you little girl?" "NO!" she thought. "No, she hadn't always wanted him to come in her mouth!" But he was just about to. She felt him start to match her bobs with thrusts. Simultaneously, she felt a strong orgasm build inside her. She bucked her hips in rhythm with his. She didn't understand why her body was reacting like this. She fucked Mark's face with her cunt while fucking this other man's cock with her throat. The man's hands grabbed the back of her head and held it steady as she gagged on one, two, three streams of warm cum shooting straight down her throat. As the man released his grip from her gagging coughing head, Mr. Elman reprimanded her, "don't lose any of that come, Jelena," and reminded her to "suck out every drop of come from that cock, Jelena. Don't you dare leave a drop in those balls or let a drop escape your mouth." As she concentrated on sucking, she felt herself start to orgasm. She sucked as hard as she could and started coming, but as soon as she squirted just a little bit, Mark pulled his face back from her pussy. The function of her body disgusted him, she thought. "He finds me disgusting." Shame again washed over her as she thrust her hips forward desperately trying to find something to bring her off like she wanted to be brought off, but there was nothing there. She was going to have another intense orgasm, but Mark ruined it. She tried to reach down to pleasure herself, but the man who was squeezing her tits from behind held her arms down. She squirted a meager amount of her juices and found herself begging to let her have a real orgasm, "someone fuck me please. Please, oh god. I need to come. Please let me come!" The audience just laughed at her as her body trembled before them and tears of shame formed in her eyes. The Picnic Ch. 03 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." "Mark," Mr. Elman said. "Have you ever seen or heard about anyone acting like this much of a slut, sucking off and fucking strangers in public before?" "No," Mark said. "This is awesome!" "Oh god," Jelena thought to herself. "Why did he have to say these things?" She had to leave, now. Out loud to no one, she said, "I have to go." But she didn't move. She just stood there looking at the ground and cutting her eyes over to the next cock she was supposed to fuck. "Now, Jelena." Mr. Elman said. "You're being such a good girl. You know you're not done here. Other cocks need to come. And that's why you're here: to make cocks come. I see another cock, now, needing attention." She looked over at the man lying on his back on the ground. Why did he have to be so patronizing? She knew she was not being a "good girl." Did he really think that she would believe she was being a good girl just because he said she was? She wanted to say something to him and to the rest of the people watching her to prove that she wasn't just some naïve whore. But other men started lying down in a line and stroking their cocks. How many men was she going to fuck? She watched them, man after man, cock after cock, lying down in front of her. She began to cry again as she looked at the next hard cock that would enter her. She knew it wanted to, needed to come. And she knew that she would lower herself down upon and fuck up and down until it did start coming, upon which time she would pounce on it with her hands and jerk it off into her mouth. The next cock was long—at least 8 inches—and veiny. It belonged to a man of at least fifty. He wasn't in bad shape. Bald and a little scruffy, but not bad. Mr. Elman broke her trance. "Don't just stare at it, Jelena, get him wet with your mouth and make him as hard as possible; he may want you to use your ass." She began to cry a little harder at this thought: not only were they showing that she could not control herself, they would eliminate all pretenses of her having self-control by making her most private, most intimate hole to make them come. Thinking maybe, just maybe, if she did really good with her mouth and pussy, they wouldn't make her use her ass, she crawled over to the next cock and started sucking it into her mouth and throat. She wanted to make it come as quickly as possible, to get it over with. She plunged her face down onto it. When it hit the back of her throat, it triggered her saliva response. She tried to imagine what it must feel like to the cock to slip past her lips, tongue, and cheeks, the roof of her mouth and then into the enclosure at the back of her throat that she tried each time the cock head hit it to open up by swallowing. She shamefully allowed herself to drool all over it, her saliva running down the shaft and all over his balls and made sure to suck as hard as she could when she lifted her head off of it and back into her mouth. It must feel warm and wet, she thought. She raised her face off his cock, which was glistening and slick with her saliva, straddled him and lowered her pussy all the way down over it. It slid in easily and, she had to admit, felt good inside her. She bounced up and down on it as rapidly as she could, hoping to make him come quickly. Cheers went up from the crowd. She was encouraged. "Good girl, Jelena." Mr. Elman said. "Make him cock come for you." "Why is he trying to keep up the charade that this is for me?" she thought. "This has nothing to do with me. I am just a hole to these men, a come extractor." She fucked and fucked and fucked the stationary, rigid cock. As she had hoped, he would not last long. When he began to buck his hips, Jelena started to raise up off of him in order to take his come in her mouth. As she did so, Mr. Elman told her to, saying "It looks like he's about to come, Jelena. Use your mouth to finish him off." What did he think she was? An idiot? She knew when a man was about to come. She was just about to do just what he told her to do. She hated to be told to use herself. She would have to be just a bit earlier next time. "Keep your eyes open, Jelena." Oh god, she had forgotten. Like she had done with Mark's, she finished this cock off in her mouth, looking its owner in the eyes and sucking out every drop to the cheers of the crowd. "Thank his cock for coming for you Jelena, and tell us how many loads have you taken." Did she really have to say that? Wasn't fucking them and making them come enough? She looked down at the ground, thinking about the shameful absurdity of the whole situation. "Jelena, thank his cock for coming!" Mr. Elman commanded. As ridiculous as it was, she might as well do it. Look at what she had already agreed to do—what she had already done. Had Mr. Elman known she would do all this when he asked her to the picnic? Or worse, when he hired her? She caressed the now softening cock. A last pearl of jizz squeezed out of the head. She leaned down and licked it off, saying "thank you for coming for me." She then turned around to face the crowd and said, "That's the third load I've taken." "Good Jelena, go on to the next one." Jelena finished off three more cocks in the same way as she had finished off the last one. She was exhausted and sore, but Mr. Elman told her to keep going, so she kept going. First she sucked them to full erections, then squatted over them and fucked them until they started to come. Then she knelt down and jacked them off into her mouth. Each time she thanked them and, lowering her head, announced to the crowd how many loads she had taken. The Picnic Ch. 04 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." Jelena dropped onto all fours and plunged her face down onto the already raging hard cock. The crowd behind her cheered as they had a perfect view of her ass and pussy and could see that Mr. Elman had opened her ass up with his finger into a nice dime-shaped hole. Jelena fucked the last man's cock with her throat just long enough to salivate all over his cock, then she turned around and faced away from the man's head and toward the crowd. There she lowered her ass down onto the cock. She was so horny that she pushed through the slight discomfort the large cock caused her as she allowed her asshole to open and slide down over it. The cock filled her. She had never fucked a cock this size, muchless with her ass. She was so turned on by the extremeness of it all: the shame and humiliation of the public display, her own reluctance, the dirty sluttiness which had become her. She knew that the people watching her and whom she had fucked could see her as nothing but a slut—a fucktoy, a mouth, a pussy, and an ass. What was worse, she figured that Mr. Elman probably recognized that she was a dirty slut when he hired her. She hadn't even known to what extremes she would go! She knew she was capable of doing dirty and even dangerous things, but this? How had he known? What was it about her that all it took was for a man to be able to see it before she started doing unspeakable things? Was that all it would take in the future? A man—any man—could just recognize that she was a total slut and then it would only take a little encouragement for her to do anything to make him and anyone else who happened to be around come? Her legs were exhausted, but she was so horny she couldn't feel anything but the cock going in and out of her asshole as she fucked up and down on it, just fucking it and fucking it fucking it up and down as fast and deep as she could. It wasn't long before she could go all the way down on it and her ass was slapping against his stomach as his cock sank balls deep into her hole over and over and over again. Here she was, fucking yet another nasty fucking man's nasty cock just so he—and they—could come. They wanted to come and here she was to do it for them. If that weren't indignity enough, the earlier first waves of orgasm that had subsided when Dr. Elman had cruelly pulled his fingers from her ass returned quickly. She was giving them the satisfaction of knowing she enjoyed using herself, —as if she wanted to fuck and suck each one of them off. The orgasm building inside her, she knew, would be her most intense of the day. Cheers went up as she increased her pace faster than she thought possible. She put her left hand on the man's chest, her head went back and her right hand went—as if involuntarily—to her clitoris. Within mere seconds of rubbing herself, she started screaming in pleasure. "Oh my god. This cock is making me come! I'm coming! I'm cominnnnnnnggggg!" She collapsed backwards onto the strange man's chest. His cock sprang out of her asshole and she started thrusting her hips forward as stream after stream of ejaculate squirted out of her pussy. Here she was in front of all these cheering people, her arms and legs waving wildly about as her body convulsed uncontrollably, her stomach heaving up and down with her hyperventilating breath, and her asshole and vagina dilating open with each ejaculation and alternately clenching shut. The man underneath her had to hold her up to keep her from falling off of him. Mr. Elman didn't even give her time to stop coming before he commanded her to get back up on that cock. She tried to pick herself up, but she couldn't. Exhaustion overpowered her. Her whole body was limp. "Mark, help me get her up," Mr. Elman said to his nephew. The two men put their arms around her back and grabbed her under her knees and lifted her over the upright cock. "Jelena," Mr. Elman said. "Guide the cock into your asshole." Her anus was swollen and sore and she was physically worn out. She couldn't even hold her head up. "Jelena!" Mr. Elman screamed. She reached down and positioned the cock on the rim of her gaping asshole. The men began lowering her down onto it once again. She went limp like a rag doll as the two men lifted her up and down on the rigid cock beneath her. Up and down she went for what seemed like forever. She lost all control of herself. "Clench your anus, Jelena," Mr. Elman said. "Make it as tight on his cock as possible." Jelena tried but she felt like she was split in two—like her ass was ruined and would never be tight again. Eventually she felt the cock rising to meet her lowering body and Mr. Elman flipped her over to finish off this cock, too, in her mouth. She sucked the juice from her asshole and the come out of his balls and the crowd cheered her on as if this were some kind of triumph. After he finished, she lay there in the grass. She was naked and dirty. Cum was all over her face and her legs were sticking together. She was totally spent. Mr. Elman came over to her and began caressing her. She needed that. "You're such a good girl," he said. He gently stroked her body, starting with her hair and moving down across her shoulders, breasts, stomach, hips, and legs. She realized as he did this that she hadn't made him come. She reached for his crotch. He pushed her hands away. "Please," she said. "Please let me suck it. I want to suck your cock. I want to take your come in my mouth. I want you to come." He stood up. She crawled toward him, begging and further humiliating herself as Mr. Elman's slut in front of all these people. "Jelena," he said. "Get up, get your things and go. I'll see you at work Monday morning."