Jessica's Change Management Ch. 01

"If ya beg nicely, he might make ya cum." He added while I stared at him with wide open eyes.

He wanted me to fuck a second stranger for the day. He wanted to turn me into a real slut. It wasn't me actively approaching the plumber. Instead, he was telling me to offer my body to him! How did he dare! This was still my house!

Somehow, however, my lust-flooded mind comprehended his order in a completely different way. I had teased the plumber all the time while D-Rod had fucked me, right? I had stirred him up mercilessly, right? So it only seemed fair to give him some release. And after all, I would get my much needed orgasm, too.

For the moment, this way of reasoning seemed totally rational. My mind was completely set onto sex. Any kind of negative consequences got blanked out. Without giving it another thought, I scrambled to my feet and strolled over to the plumber. Just like D-Rod, he was younger than me, probably in his late 20s. He looked like an unremarkable white guy with short brown hair and quite a fit physique.

On my way, I swayed my hips as sexily as possible. In my sex-crazed state, I was in full seduction mode. Coming to a halt in front of him, I realized that my face was still plastered with D-Rod's cum. It must have been such a nasty sight. But it made the plumber smile.

Reaching up with my right hand, I began scraping the drying cum off my cheeks. With a sexually-fueled glint in my blue eyes, I made a show of exaggeratedly licking the spunk off my fingers. All the while, I gyrated my hips for the plumber, once again dancing to an imaginary beat. I repeated this procedure until I had fed all the jizz from my face to my mouth.

"Hi handsome! I'm Jess and who are you?" I finally addressed the laborer. "You liked my show?"

"Yeah, always wanted to get my hands on a MILF!" The plumber exclaimed getting straight to the point. "I'm Trevor by the way 'n you're a smoking hot piece of cougar ass!"

"I like your melons, coug! Wanna fuck those big, fat juggs of yours! Get a move on, slut! Get 'em nice 'n wet for me!" He told me brusquely.

Woah, what a cheek! What an attitude! Not waiting for me to react, the laborer stripped off his bluey and his heavily inked body came to the light. His arms were completely covered with tattoo sleeves. Even his thighs were inked. I guess I had been wrong. He wasn't such an unremarkable guy after all but rather a harsh, coarse brute!

But this barely registered with me. Instead, I was too mesmerized by his massive cock. The girth was striking. That veiny dick would stretch my pussy good and that was all I could think about at the moment.

"Mmmhhh, yesss!" I purred.

"You can do with my melons whatever you want as long as you fill this slut's cunt!" I suggested in my most seductive tone.

Woah! My language was getting more vulgar as I was getting more aroused. But I didn't have time to ponder this at the moment. I had an urge to quench. Turning around, I walked all the way back to the pool. The plumber didn't bother to follow, though, preferring to watch me act slutty first. On my way, I made sure to shake my 'killer ass' with every step. Reaching the pool, a new surge of naughtiness swashed over me.

I didn't grab the glass to fill it with water. Instead, I got down onto my knees and bent forward, leaning my upper body over the edge of the pool. Ever so slowly, I bowed down until the pool water touched my nipples. I continued until my tits were fully in the water. Then I lifted my shoulders back up. The water poured off my juggs the moment I pulled my tits out of the pool. I waited until all the liquid had dribbled off my boobs. From the looks of the guys, it must have been a mesmerizing sight.

Their reaction spurred me on to act even naughtier. I pushed my firm tits back into the water. This time, I reached back with my hands to my ass and grabbed my wet pussy lips. Then I pulled my labia apart. Kneeling at the edge of the pool, I presented my bright pink, inner pussy flesh while dipping my boobs in the water. Once again, I let the cold liquid dribble off. The plumber looked about to cum from the sheer sight alone.

With a sexy smile on my lips, I got back up and walked over to the scruffy laborer. I kneeled down directly in front of him and grabbed my titties. I held them up from beneath presenting them like a gift.

The plumber immediately jabbed his hard cock through my impressive cleavage. I cupped my big boobs from the sides and squeezed them around his thick, veiny shaft, letting him feel the full softness of my tit flesh. Then I began rubbing my breast meat up and down his tool. Bending my head down, I welcomed his cockhead with my lips every time it emerged from my cleavage. His groans clearly told me how much he enjoyed this cock treatment.

"You like my melons around your cock?" I murmured. "Wait till you feel my tight, little pussy!"

I tried my best to direct his attention to my itching snatch, and it seemed to work. The plumber pulled me up and turned me around. Then he shoved me forward until I dashed against my wooden garden table. With his hand on my back, he made me bent down until my firm, round tits rested on the table top. The tattooed guy wasn't too gentle about it. But the anticipation of getting my yearning pussy stuffed made it seem like a minor matter.

"Ooohhh yaaahhh! That's it! Give it to the teasing slut!"

I moaned with pleasure when he drove two fingers straight up my pussy. He drilled his fingers in and out of my leaking snatch making my ass wriggle wildly. My pussy responded with squishing sounds illustrating my overexcitement.

"There you got your wish, slut!" The scruffy laborer whispered into my ear when leaning over my back. "Your cunt got filled!"

I could only affirm this statement with some loud groans.

"What about my cock, though? Good that you're asking!" He mocked me. "Now that I fulfilled your wish, I'll take your asshole in return!"

"Nooo!" I immediately screamed out.

I squeezed my little butthole tight and clenched my ass cheeks in fear. I had never gotten fucked up the ass before, and I wasn't planning on it anytime soon. But the plumber still had his fingers up my twat, and thereby, he basically had my body over a barrel.

A few thrusts of his fingers in and out of my pussy made my buttocks relax. My mind didn't have any power over my body any longer. I tried to suppress the moans and started begging instead.

"Please, don't you feel how tight my pussy is?" I pleaded. "Your cock will love this slut's pussy!"

"Please, you promised your cock in my pussiiieee!" I whined.

But my begging turned back into groaning when the plumber picked up drilling his fingers in and out of my twat.

"Those groans tell me the slut's cunt's stuffed already." The tattooed guy simply stated.

"I take it you want my fingers gone?" He asked deviously.

"Nooo!" I squalled. "Please keep them in!"

"Ooohhh!" I moaned like a mad woman when he continued thrusting two fingers in and out of my pussy while starting to rub my sensitive clit with his thumb.

This additional sensation was almost too much for me. My legs buckled and my body went almost limp. There was no resistance left in me.

"Time to split that booty!" The plumber commented while he tightly gripped my shoulder with his left hand.

But he stopped moving. He held still with his two fingers up my twat and his thumb on my clit. He waited for me to reply.

"Yesss!" I finally squalled. "Split my booty! Finger my pussy! Just fuck me, pleassse!"

Satisfied with my affirmation, he slowly pulled me backwards while lunging forward. I felt his cock stretching my tight, little asshole. I felt him opening up my butthole for good. I wanted to scream from the pain, but the attention to my pussy caused my yell to mix with moans.

"Ouuuhhhh! Oh!... Ouuuhhhh!" I groaned with pain and moaned with pleasure.

"Oooh shit!... Please nooohhh!" I muttered while breathing heavily.

Suddenly, my screams got muffled. Apparently, the sight of the MILF hottie getting her ass popped had reawaken D-Rod's cock. Standing hard and proud again, he didn't waste any time to shove his dick up my screaming mouth.

This quashed any chance to evade the anal intrusion. When I bucked forward, I impaled my throat on D-Rod's dick. When I bucked backwards, I impaled my poor, little ass on the plumber's cock.

I continued screaming and moaning around the Latino's dick while I felt my ass walls stretching to accommodate the hard intruder. All the while, the plumber's fingers continued their pleasant attack on my pussy and clit. There was some pain, but the anal stretching wasn't as unpleasant as I had imagined. I was so turned on that my body welcomed any touch to a sensitive spot -- no matter where.

To my utter disgrace, I felt the anal invasion increasing my excitement. I was a full-grown woman getting spit-roasted by two young cocks in my own backyard, and it put my body in a state of pleasure it had never reached before.

The two guys picked up a steady rhythm. They rocked me back and forth between them. All the while, my full tits swung under me while I clutched the edge of the wooden garden table to keep steady. The cock stretching my ass walls plunged me into a whole new world of sensations. My mind got assailed by completely unknown pleasures. At the same time, the fingers up my pussy drove me wild. And each time, my tits swung back and forth, my nipples scraped over the rough table top sending short but intense surges of bliss through my nerves.

Suddenly, everything went black. For a moment, the whole world went mute and stood still. The next second, lightning bolts lit up in front of my eyes, and my body erupted like a volcano. An incredibly intense orgasm exploded in my brain. Electric waves of bliss ran down my body like hot lava.

I came so hard that clear fluid erupted from my pussy. I squirted all over the place almost flushing the plumber's fingers out of my twat. The tattooed laborer reacted by furiously rubbing my clit while my pussy sprayed fuck juices like a fountain. I think I would have toppled off the wooden garden table if the two sticks, skewering me from both ends, wouldn't have held me in place. I was having a squirting orgasm from getting my asshole fucked!

All my muscles tensed up while my whole body shuddered uncontrollably. This set off the two guys. My ass and mouth tightly clenching their shafts was too much for them. While I was still squirming and writhing, they quickly shoved me down onto the ground. The next moment, their cocks erupted simultaneously. Their cum rained down on me like a shower, and they explicitly aimed at my face giving me my second facial of the day. I didn't stand a chance to dodge the jizz as D-Rod grabbed my chestnut brown hair and held my head in place.

The spurts of goo seemed to hit me everywhere. The plumber sprayed my face from the left side, and the pool boy added his spunk from the right side. They plastered both my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, and my chin with white sperm. Sticking to my skin, it felt extremely thick and gooey.

When their cocks finally ceased spraying like garden hoses, my orgasm had subsided. I was flushed in sweat from the intense workout. Actually, the amount of sweat drenching my body rivaled the huge amount of spunk plastering my face. I reached up to scrape the cum off, but D-Rod stopped me.

"Keep dem cum on ya face, Miss Tease!" He told me. "It's da perfect decoration for such a prick-tease!"

I simply smiled in response. I know that it sounds weird. But at that particular moment, I felt like the cum on my face was the ultimate proof that I had what it takes to seduce these young jocks. I had just experienced my most intense sex adventure ever. For the moment, I felt so much better off without Nate.

I was so exhausted that I slumped down right where I was kneeling. With their balls drenched the two guys didn't seem to mind me any longer. D-Rod started gathering up the remaining gardening equipment while the plumber put his bluey back on and strolled out of my backyard.

After catching my breath for some time, I managed to sit back into my sun lounger while the pool boy walked back and forth between his truck and my backyard. All the time, I kept the jizz on my face. I could feel the spunk drying in the sun, getting stickier by the second. I didn't even question D-Rod's order. It was part of the naughty adventure. It felt so nasty. But it also felt so good! I was so caught up in the moment that I waved at him and gave him my best cum smile when he finally left. Not before I heard the truck drive off, I went inside and washed my face.

The rest of the weekend, I spent fantasizing about the new sexual heights I had climbed. In retrospective, it felt even more taboo - the powerful, elegant business lady getting it on with a macho thug and some common craftsman. It seemed more like a cheesy episode in a cheap porno than a real-life event, and that turned me on even more. Over the weekend, I actually started imagining further sex adventures - with the pizza delivery man, the mailman, and again that thuggish pool boy.

---Week 1---

The next Monday, I came to work more relaxed than I had been in a long time. The consulting firm was situated in an old mansion close to downtown. While the regular employees were located on the first floor, I had a separate office on the second floor just like the CEO Mr. O'Bannon and my counterpart Mr. Ortega. This Monday, I didn't even curse the stairs as I usually did.

I had some time before the first meeting of the day. So I was reading the latest mails when Carlos Ortega stepped into my office. He was the head of the other department and my eternal rival. Mr. O'Bannon was on the brink of retiring which left the two of us fighting over who would become his successor as the firm's CEO. It's pretty safe to say that we couldn't stand each other. We were competing for everything - more prestigious projects, higher revenues, better connections.

As it was custom in our firm, he led the new interns from office to office and introduced them to the staff. There were four new interns, all male. Justin looked like a stereotypical business student with his expensive polo shirt, popped collar, and gelled back hair. Matt was a typical frat boy with an arrogant look on his face. The other two were college football players from Mr. O'Bannon's alma mater; Taylor, a tall muscular black hunk, and Danny who looked awfully familiar.

It was Danny Rodriguez! The Latin pool boy! And he greeted me with a wide smile.

*to be continued*