Jessica's Change Management Ch. 26

Holy fuck! I really wanted to squirt. More so, I really wanted to cum. Mostly, I really wanted to prove my skills. It wasn't that easy, though. Even though Nate was surprisingly nimble in the way he rubbed my clit with his thumb and hit my g-spot with his fingertips more often than not, I couldn't reach my climax.

I needed more! I needed harder stuff! I needed rougher stuff!

Nate's relentless fingerbanging made me flounder around on the cheap-ass sun lounge. As my booty thrashed around, my arms flailed about, and my legs twitched. I was letting go and started relaxing. I was going with the flow and stopped worrying.

I was close! I was on the edge! I felt the tidal wave approaching!

"What's the matter, Jess? Not as porno as you thought?" Nate got impatient. "Looks like you don't deserve to be called Jessicore just yet."

What an insult! What a disrespect! So not true! So not happening! This kind of debasement really ruffled my feathers, so much so that I tried to force it. With the surge approaching, I began bucking my hips so my ass started dancing wildly, to the point that Nate's fingers slipped out. Just when he stepped aside to get outta the way, it happened.

Oh wow! I found myself squirting! A huge fountain of fluid erupted from my pussy. Literally like a geyser, the liquid gushed out and rained down on me.

REVERIE!

What a daydream! The whole squirting scenario played out quite differently instead.

Oh woah! I found myself squirting! A huge fountain of piss erupted from my pussy. Literally like a geyser, it was my own piss that gushed out and rained down on me.

Oh my god! Oh my gosh!! Oh my gawd!!

I had tried to force it and lost control. I had relaxed too much, and as a result released my bladder. Gasp! I was pissing on myself. My own yellow pee was spraying all over my titterrific titties and onto my face.

What a flop! What a degradation!

The shame burned on my cheeks blazing hot. The disgrace burned on my face scorching hot. However, my own piss conveniently concealed my embarrassment by cooling my face. Do tell! Despite the cooling effect, the disgrace remained visible with my face and jugganauts glistening wetly, so much so that my body twitched and thrashed around more than ever. Even though it was blatantly evident that I hadn't squirted but peed myself, Nate seemed content with it. Quelle surprise!

"Oh, Jessicore! The fake-ass fuckmeat faked the squirt. What a coincidence." He stated the obvious.

"Oh, don't you worry, Jess." My ex gave me another mock tip. "Most squirting in porn's fake, so you fit right in."

Holy shit! By using my old pet name, my ex once again stressed my transmogrification. Gulp! By using my new nickname, he made me feel like I had truly arrived at my destined place. Gasp!

Whatever! Even if my bladder was empty now, Nate's balls were still full, which we needed to change. For that, he turned me around and placed me prone on the cheap, white plastic sun lounger. With my monster melons getting squashed by the garish cushion, my legs were spread on each side of the sunbed, so my snatch was easily accessible.

Plunging his hard cock up my pussy, he basically laid down on top of me. This was another typical porno move with me lying prone bone on my belly while getting banged from behind. With my ex's weight on me, he totally pushed me into the cushion, so he could nail my cunt that much deeper. At the same time, I could work my muscles in the region to pleasure him to the max. As a result, his dick soon began twitching.

Shortly after, my former boyfriend grabbed my bottle blonde strands with the black undertones to lift my head out of the gaudily-colored cushion while plunging his cock all the way up my pussy. I felt his balls resting on my clit. I felt his balls starting to stir. Just then his dick erupted deep inside of me. Spraying thick spunk, he totally coated my pussy walls. There it was! My cunt got filled like a spermbag!

"Woah Jess! When we were a couple, we always used a rubber 'cause you didn't wanna take any chances 'n risk your career." He stated in reminiscence.

"Now, Jessicore! She acts like a true bimbo bitch 'n lets me inseminate her cunt without asking twice." He quickly followed it with a taunt.

Oh my gosh! He was right! So much for degradation. So much for his grudge fuck. I guess he had gotten all he had wanted. Just as well, I had gotten all I had asked for.

"Gotta say, fucking the shit out of some random dumb-ass doll, that's fun 'n all." Nate told me when we had both calmed down a bit. "But I'm glad it's over with us, Jess."

Oh my gawd! That was sudden! That came out of the blue! My past lover had just treated me like a common whore, acting out his kinkiest fantasies. The stuff he would never do to his girlfriend. My old flame had just used me like a slutty sexdoll, living out his dirtiest desires. The stuff he only ever saw in porn. As soon as he had blown off steam, he was slut-shaming me already. Über-twisted! Über-taboo!

"This..." He pointed at my piss-drenched sacks of silicone and bad dye job. "This is no wife material. As a one-time thing, it's a blast, but it's not sustainable long-term."

"To put it bluntly, Jess, this is too extreme for me." He stated in no uncertain manner. "It's not what I'm looking for at all."

Oh my fucking god! That stunned me! That caught me off guard! I didn't really know how to respond, so I didn't say a word at all. To be honest, it was harsh but true, as always. I certainly hadn't spent all that money on my extra expensive, extrawhordinary endowments to look like wifey material. I hadn't undergone this bimbofication to be a prim-and-proper housewife. It figures!

Whatever my ex might say, I didn't have any regrets about my transmogrification, 'cause I wasn't looking for a husband anyway. On the contrary, I was looking for more ass-ventures and ass-travaganzas and stuff like that. As it had been proven, my good-natured ex wasn't the kinda guy to take along on this ass-pedition 'cause he had needed far too much nudging to finally let loose. Instead, I needed a natural born alpha at my side. So, basically, this grudge fuck was more like a goodbye fuck. I guess it was a win-win for the both of us then.

With that out of the way, my ex-boyfriend didn't have another use for the fleshbag aka Jessicore. That was why he pulled the same blokeish move as his gamer pal. Quickly walking out of the garage, he got back to the party, leaving me all sticky and piss-drenched and sperm-filled. Umph!

Oh man! Getting exposed to my ex and his best buddy had been a shocker. More than that, getting used as a spermbag by my former boyfriend and his gamer pal had been a hair-raiser! Mostly, however, getting outmaneuvered and having my plans derailed by my old rival was a spine-chiller!

Silver lining? Neither my old business contacts nor my ex-colleagues had found out about my real identity so far. Imagine my former team members stumbling into the garage and discovering Jessicore! Gulp!

So, in the end, there was still a glimmer of hope to get my matchmaking mission back on track. As long as there was a cocktail party, there was a chance for me to succeed.

*to be continued*