Jessica's Change Management Ch. 22

--- Friday -- Evening ---

The hotel was crawling with people 'cause there was an adult convention taking place. However, there was a place that was literally deserted like a morgue, which was the wellness area in the basement. Unfortunately, that was exactly where I was hanging around, also literally.

Remember? Ortega had given me the chance to earn two pity points for the out-please-ment center by entertaining the two sales champions. That was why I had given them a fitness session as yoga instructor. Unfortunately, though, the dudes had tricked me. Not only had I missed the chance to earn the second point, they had tied up their ho-ga instruct-whore with some fitness gear.

Here I was, the senior consultant with arms and legs bound by suspension straps. Here I was, the mature manager exposed in the fitness room with my titties hanging out of my pink zebra-style crop top and the zipper of my black wetlook leggings opened. Here I was, the college grad outsmarted by a young salesman.

I didn't know how long I remained in the fitness room all by myself. It must have been pretty long, or at least way too long for my taste. No matter what, I couldn't lose my bonds but lost all sense of time instead. All the while, the strain on my arms was growing, slowly becoming arduous.

Oh dang! This was becoming worrisome. Not just 'cause I was helpless and exposed, but mostly 'cause the chances of finding Mr. Weasel and earning that second point were getting slim.

Just then I heard footsteps behind me. Maybe, it was Weasel coming back to cash in on his free fuck?!? Maybe, it was Ortega coming back to free me?!? Maybe, it was Shelly coming back to deride me?!? Maybe, it was the janitor to name and shame me?!? OMG! Each possibility was worse than the previous one.

Turning my head as much as the suspenders allowed, I saw a dude approaching. Ya-nay! It definitely wasn't Shelly! Phew! Yet, it could be anybody else, so I didn't know if I should rejoice or whimper. As the dude was getting closer, I noticed the black leather shoes and khaki pants. Ya-ya-nay! It definitely wasn't the janitor, and it didn't fit Ortega's elegant fashion style, either. Could it be Mr. Weasel? Was I finally getting my lucky break? Maybe! Or maybe not.

"So, I'm told you're waiting for me." The dude eventually addressed me.

That could totally be Mr. Weasel's comment, what with him knowing about his free ride and all.

"Though, the exact words were, you're waiting for my dick." He added.

That didn't sound like the slimy dude 'cause neither the words nor the voice was fitting. Nay-nay-nay!

"Word is, there's never been a whore more suited to her occupation." The not-weasel dude elaborated, seemingly oblivious to the degrading impact. "If it wasn't your career, it would be your lifestyle choice. That's what they agreed upon."

"They really had to tie you up to keep you from rubbing yourself senseless." He added. "I couldn't believe it, so I had to see for myself. Guess they were right."

While inspecting the bondage stuff, the dude slowly circled my suspended body. That was when I finally got to see his face. It was Mr. Squid, the stereotype of a salesman who was still wearing his blue shirt and yellow tie 'power dress', which didn't make me look forward to whatever was about to happen. Remember back at the workshop? The dude had been the most modest of the bunch who hadn't even dared staring at my boobies. Would he dare touching me this time? Would he free me?

"The bitch needs that empty head filled with meat 'n that dirty cunt stretched to get those life choices validated." He obviously cited Mr. Aggro.

"Assy totally loves some awesome shitter splitter action thingie." He apparently cited Sharkboy next.

Oh gosh! The way the sales dudes must have been gossiping about me was driving me mad. Bimbo-me was giddy about being the talk of the party whereas Consultant-me was outraged by their pretentiousness. In combination, it made my pussy twitch and convulse, so much so that I felt like pussy juice was leaking out of me and dripping onto the ground.

"Is that true?" Mr. Squid asked me directly.

Obviously, the holier-than-thou dude still needed my encouragement to get going. As I said, totally modest. When he didn't move, I realized he was waiting for a reply. However, I had to find the right tone 'cause lust versus decency. Surprisingly, the choice turned out really easy. In fact, I seemed to find it naturally as I meant every word.

"Yes sir, please sir, fuck my holes like extra hard." I babbled. "This so ain't a job for me, like no way. This so is what I need, like totally."

"Fill me, stuff me, plug me. Just like the dudes have said!" I literally opened my mouth and inserted my foot. "I so need my inner filling, fer shure!"

The words just spewed out without any thought or rationalizing or stuff. I was way too committed to my role and my assignment, so much so that I didn't think about any consequences. After all, in my current position, the time for modesty was long gone, wasn't it?

"I see, you're the kind of hardcore whore you never expect to meet in real life." The sales rep summed it up. "So, I don't have to feel bad about this."

Oh my gawd! He really thought I was some kinda whore that got off on getting degraded and manhandled. He really thought I would intentionally choose and encourage it. Oh wait!

Zzzippp

Obviously, this holier-than-thou dude needed his personal justification to take the next step. Apparently, he had all the justification he needed, 'cause he opened his zipper to fish out his cock. Grabbing the suspenders, he pulled on them until I was swinging back and forth. Oh no! He was turning the fitness gear into a love swing! Oh no, no! He was using me like a fetish toy!

Swinging back and forth, Mr. Squid held his cock in front of my face, so it slapped a cheek with every forward motion. Oh boy! He wasn't starting out with a facefucking but punishing me for being such a hardcore whore first. What a hypocrite!

From all the swinging, I was getting kinda nauseous here, not that I could do anything against it 'cause tied up. Still, I started moaning and grunting noisily, which the squid dude quickly exploited. The next time, I swung forward, he drove his cock right into my mouth and didn't stop pulling on the suspenders until my lips touched his balls.

Oh gag me! He was making me deepthroat his meaty tool in the roughest way ever. Even though his dick wasn't as gigantic as Mr. Shark's, it still had an above average size. That was why his cock stabbed my gullet with the first thrust, causing my upper body to rear up, which made me struggle that much more in my straps.

Any further skull thrust made me gag and choke heavily. Any further throat stab made me splutter and drool massively. By then the holier-than-thou dude was getting tired of pulling on the suspenders. Instead, he found a better way to move his fetish toy around. Oh Lordy! Reaching down, he grabbed my nipples. Literally like a clamp, he pinched them and didn't let go. Instead, he used them to move me back and forth. With his steely grasp, it felt like he was ripping my big, ole funbags off my chest. Owie!

So much for modesty! So much for decency! The hypocrite!

Holding me in place with his shaft buried down my throat, he waited while my throat muscle literally performed a tap dance, as in wildly squeezing his meaty tool. It was so bad that my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my upper body reared up once more, which was super painful 'cause pinched nipples and tied arms. Ouchie! Just when a gush of slobber sprayed from my lips, he pushed me off his cock by dragging on my nipples. Holy fudge!

"My wife only ever sucks on the tip of my cock." Mr. Squid huffed. "Guess a proper deep throat's to be expected of a hardcore whore."

Oh boy! He was comparing me to his wife! So unfair! He wasn't even seeing me as a woman but as a set of tits and holes available for purchase. Wifey was the saint to love and I was the whore to use. Gulp!

Anyhow, Mr. Squid seemed satisfied with my skull fucking skills 'cause he let my boobies go and walked to my backside. Oh jeez! The pain shooting from my nipples across my titty flesh was ultra intense, so much so that I winced in agony and saw stars flashing in front of me. Totally hurty! Totally achy!

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I screamed seconds later.

Why? Cause the hypocrite dude was exhausting his options regarding that swing lever thingie. Standing behind me, he suddenly hit my ass with his open hand, so hard that I swung forward.

"30 days! That's how long my wife hasn't put out." The holier-than-thou dude hissed.

That wasn't just a statement, though. Apparently, it left the hubby super frustrated, and now he had found the perfect vessel to vent his anger, or more like the perfect whore for his anger management. Oh shoot!

"Ooowww! Aaarrrggghhh!" I shrieked with increasing intensity.

You know the way a swing works? Everything that sways forth comes back. Every time my body swung back, the momentum increased so every open-handed slap was more vicious.

I screamed and shrieked and yelped. The intensity was intolerable. The pain was overwhelming. The sales dude was giving me a major ass thrashing, so much so that my butt cheeks must have been glowing as fiery red as my lip tattoos. What was more, the sudden brutality literally paralyzed me from shock, so much so that I didn't move or struggle against my bonds.

"28!" "Ooowww!" "29!" "Mmmppphhh!" "30!" "Mmmppphhh!"

The hypocrite dude didn't stop beating my ass and pinching my clit until he had reached the number of days. By then, I was limply hanging in my bonds barely grunting anymore, I had screamed myself hoarse whereas my body was on fire. What a contrast! What agitation!

When Mr. Squid finally stopped giving me that thrashing, he made me swing around for a bit. Holy shoot! I really was nothing but a toy for him! With every swing, I was swaying back and forth more forcefully until my body clashed against some hard thingie, or more like my pussy did. With the next swing, my cunny slid over one of his fingers. He quickly added a second and finally planted three fingers deeply up my cunt.

Good thingie, my snatch had been loosened by getting double penetrated before. Better thingie, all that nipple and clitty pinching had made my coochie wet and leaky, so the fingers slipped in easily. Bad thingie, he didn't stop at that. Worse thingie, I had absolutely no control over my body in this fierce bondage swing.

Of course, he made full use of it as he pushed my body around with the straps. That way, his fingers slipped out of my pussy before fully impaling my coochie anew. As a result, the hypocrite dude totally stretched out my poor cunny and there was nothing I could do about it. Totally helpless! Totally motionless!

All that stretching and tugging made me super leaky, so much so that I barely noticed his pinky finger sliding inside my twat. Oh boy! He was plugging my cunny with four fingers, Oh Lordy! He was only using the force of my swinging motion.

Back and forth! In and out! Back and forth! In and out!

OMFG! According to the squelching noises, there must have been a puddle of squirty pussy juices forming underneath my crotch.

"Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" I first grunted then shrieked.

With good reason! I felt Mr. Squid's full hand slipping past my slit. I really felt him clenching his fist inside of me stretching my inner cunt walls. I totally felt him moving his fist side to side in my hot box making my body toss and turn from the force. I maximally felt him ripping his clenched fist from my snatch. I epically felt his fist rammed back up my coochie.

PLOP!

When Mr. Squid's fist left my pussy, it literally felt and sounded like popping a cork. Oh my gawd! All that was left was a gaping, sloppy, stretched-out snatch. I basically felt the cold air rushing into the huge, fleshy cleft and up to my head, kinda giving a new meaning to those airhead phrases. Tihi!

"I'd never dare do that to my wife! Bet she'd divorce me on the spot." The holier-than-thou dude commented. "You seem custom-made for it, though."

"They weren't exaggerating." He remarked. "Face fuck: check! Snatch stretch: check!"

Holy moly! First, he was punishing me, the hardcore whore, for his wifey's neglect, and now he was set on using Whore-me to live out his dirty porno fantasies, the ones he would never risk telling his wife, the ladylike saint. Consultant-me had never been more scandalized and disgusted. By comparison, Bimbo-me had never felt more needed and praised. Mostly, though, I had never been so objectified and disgraced ever.

By the way, there was another thingie the dudes had claimed about me. However, I was way too distracted by the burning on my butt, the stinging in my pussy and the needy ache in my loins to remember it. Of course, Mr. Squid was here to remind me.

Once more, he made me swing around freely. Jeez! As I said before, the hypocrite dude really enjoyed using me like a toy. Eventually, he reapplied his well-known strap-pull move and pushed my body back until it clashed with some hard thingie. This time, though, it was his raging hard cock and my butt clashing. This time, though, he also pinched my poor clitty super rudely and brutally.

"Ooohhh! Aaarrrggghh! Ooohhh!" I screamed my head off.

It was a bad idea, a super bad idea. Not just 'cause it made me howl, but also 'cause it made me tighten my sphincter. So much so that his cockhead didn't slip in easily. When Mr. Squid noticed the sheer impossibility, he let my clitty go. Phew!

"Mph! Ngh!" I groaned after another swing.

Testing his options, the hubby focused back on my pussy. After directly plunging four fingers into my hot box, he instantly wriggled his thumb up my snatch. Holy fudge! My cunt got stuffed once more. Pushing his fist up my fuckhole to the wrist, he turned his hand stretching my coochie and then some.

OMG! With his clenched fist up my cunt, he could pull me around with it. Pushing me back, I groaned when my soaring buns hit against Mr. Squid's thighs. I grunted when I felt the sales dude's cockhead pressing against my ringpiece. He pushed, and he pushed some more. I screamed, and I screamed lots more.

With my coochie stuffed, my ass ring was tightened more than ever. Still, the pressure on my ass muscle increased constantly. I felt like feinting when his dick popped into my asshole.

Back! "Ooohhh!" Forth! "Aaarrrggghhh!" Back! "Ooohhh!" Forth! "Aaarrrggghhh!"

My screaming got out of control. The anguish got out of control. The ecstatic throbbing got out of control. With my coochie filled to the brim, Mr. Squid could only tipfuck my ass. He wasn't content with that, however, thrusting his cock deeper down my ass chute.

Back! "Ooohhh!" Forth! "Aaarrrggghhh!" Back! "Ooohhh!" Forth! "Aaarrrggghhh!"

The pussy fisting was intense, the anal stabbing was more intense, the smoldering ass clashing was most intense. Umph!

In combination with the bondage, it made me cum as quickly and violently as never before. Basically, I was climaxing over and over during the entire fucking. Literally, I was squirting so hard I almost gushed out the squid fist. Obviously, my butthole was so tight that it was just as intense for the hubby. Quickly, he reached his point of no return.

"Mmmppphhh!" I groaned when he simultaneously pulled his cock and fist from my fuckholes.

If my buns were burning badly already, the sting from that sudden ripping was savage, or more like agonizing. I literally felt like a swarm of bees had stung my pussy lips and ringpiece.

While I was busy whaling and howling, Mr. Squid walked up to my face. As I was still tied up like a gift-wrapped blow-up doll, I could only look at his throbbing meaty tool. Nonetheless, I opened my mouth, which I did all dutifully despite the pain and degradation I had suffered from the sales dude. Even though I was offering such an obedient and inviting target, Mr. Squid didn't aim at my mouth.

"You look like wifey about to cuss me out for some random trifle." He hissed, obviously misinterpreting my expression.

"Umph!" I grunted in response.

His first cum spurt hit me, or more like it hit my right upper eyelid and eyelash. It was such a heavy blast that it instantly closed my lid and shut my eye.

"Eeewww!" I groaned all outraged when his second jizzshot hit me right in the eye.

He was giving me a pink eye! The thick creamy goo landed on my conjunctiva. Totally stingy! Totally terrible! With my right eye shut already, my sight was getting blurred. Just then, his third cumshot hit my left eyelid. Hanging on my fake eyelashes, it caused my left eye to close too. OMG! Both my eyes got painted with thick white cream, basically blindfolding me. Worse, tough, I couldn't rub it out 'cause tied up. Super stingy! Super terrible!

"You deserve that for being such a shameless hardcore whore." The hypocrite dude remarked on my protest.

Oh the irony! I couldn't see it, but I heard Mr. Squid's zipper, followed by his footsteps. He was walking away. He was letting me hang tied up in the suspenders blinded by his jizz. Holy fudge! I had lost track of time before. Now, I totally lost any kinda sense of time and space and whatsoever.

I had hoped for Ortega to come and rescue me, but he obviously wasn't looking or caring for me. After a while, I wouldn't have minded Shelly despite knowing that she would have taunted me mercilessly. She wasn't coming either, though. That was why I was hanging around in the fitness room as if I had time to spare. The contrary was the case, though, 'cause I was totally running out of time here.

After all, I was still trailing, and I only had myself to blame. Facepalm! Truth be told, I had Consultant-me to blame. Total facepalm! If I had acted more bimboy during the yoga session, I might have managed to entice Mr. Weasel and make him cum before Shelly had intervened. Now, I still had to earn his ring, or more like pity point.

Silver lining? I hadn't lost yet, at least not completely. There was still a chance for me to turn this thingie around. That would only be possible if I made some dramatic changes, though. Like what? Easy-peasy! I had to turn Bimbo-me loose. No more defensive posture! No more defiant expressions! No more other options!

First thingies first, though. I had to get free. However, that was easier said than done 'cause I couldn't do it on my own. No matter how much I rattled on my bonds or twisted my limbs, it only made matters worse. Additionally, it only added to my exhaustion. So I eventually decided to save energy 'cause the day wasn't over.

I so couldn't tell if my sensory deprivation had slowed down time or if I really remained hanging around in the fitness room for that long, but it felt like ages. Every minute crawled by agonizingly slow. When I started feeling ready to do whatsoever to get free, I finally heard footsteps. Yay! Nay? Dunno!?!

"Look what we got here!" I heard a familiar voice. "I thought this is the wellness area 'n not the Kinx Lounge."

Even though I recognized the dude as one of the sales reps, I couldn't immediately place him. Anyhow, it didn't really matter right now 'cause all that was important was getting freed from my shackles.

"Please sir! I, like totally, made an oopsie!" I begged from the spot, not realizing that my argument sounded totally ridiculous. "Could you help me, like pretty please?"

"Now, why would I do that?" The dude asked all brusquely. "You look like you've been placed here on purpose, as a cum dumpster."

Oh gawd! That word again! The dude didn't know how close he was hitting to home. Still, I couldn't object if I ever wanted to get out of my bonds, could I? I so wanted to flutter my eyelashes at the sales rep to lure him into helping me. Too bad I couldn't do that 'cause sperm blindfold. Duh!