They’re tired of you.

“Hey man, the game’s starting again.”

You hear Ben’s voice somewhere distantly as you lie panting on their coffee table. Trip stands and walks around to your mouth. He lays his cock across your open mouth and you begin licking him clean. The now familiar taste of your own ass fills your mouth. You realize you haven’t even seen any of these men who’ve been using you for at least the first quarter of a football game. Your blind fold still covers your mouth and your hands are still locked behind your back.

“Well, do we keep her around?”

“Nah, I want her to get back to her boyfriend and tell him about how much she likes taking it up the ass now.”

You feel someone grab your ankle and you’re rolled onto your stomach. You feel a marker on your other shoulder begin writing. You remember the man from the elevator had left a rating on your shoulder. They must be doing the same thing. You feel them each write on one shoulder and then the other. They must be rating you separately on your oral and anal skills.

You’ve never felt so degraded. The taste in your mouth is terrible. You’re lying on your stomach as seven strangers you’ve never seen rate you sexually. And you’ve never been so turned on.

You feel someone grab the chain between your wrists and pull you to a standing position. You can also feel something leaking out of your ass… the cum of seven men.

Someone slaps you on the ass. “Alright, off you go.”

You hear a door open and you’re pushed out into the hallway. At this point you have no idea what floor you’re on; all you're really aware of is how horny you are.