Jessica's Change Management Ch. 28

"Fuck yeah! Miss Addams could certainly suck a softball through a straw!" Damon remarked in his blunt manner. "Gotta say, those lip fillers definitely ain't spare parts. That's some fine-tuning right there."

Oh yay! That was the bestest approval for my beautification! In a way, it was the biggest compliment he had given me since calling my boobies 'funbags' all those weeks ago.

"Correct me if I'm wrong." Melissa weighed in. "But wasn't it the botox barbie who always said you need to speak several languages as a manager? She definitely knows how to send Morse code with her throat."

Oh nay! That was patronizing. In this case, however, any praise was better than none, right? At least, my former bestie remained true to herself. Okie, fine! Two dudes served, or more like two ex-colleagues satisfied. Who was next? After all, this short deep throat session hadn't been much more than an appetizer, had it?

"I guess that's what they call addickted." Damon joked.

"Oh well! If that's Jess' addicktion, it makes Ortega her dicktator, I suppose." Eric played along.

Oh gosh! No pun intended! Quite the opposite. They were totally right. I was cum-drunk and dick-addicted. At the same time, I needed a demanding dom to bring me in line. Apparently, it was way too obvious. Evidently, it made me appear that much more like a bimbo airhead with more boob tissue than brain tissue. Certainly, that totally played into my hands.

"If we refuse to help the beggars, what in the world are we doing, right?" Damon recited rhetorically.

With Lambert's balls drained, the straight shooter was the next in line, 'cause he had finished second in the water tank game. Of course, he wouldn't let that chance slide. For this reason, the junior consultant pulled his pants down and stroked his cock to an impressive size. Remember his throws? He had managed to hit my crotch, so it was clear that he was about to tap my cunny. Yay! Just what the doctor had ordered. After all the previous sensations, I would totally reach my climax with some pussy penetration. For sure!

Finally, Damon waved me over. With my mouth watering, I got on all fours and crawled to him. Getting up on my feet, I basically hopped onto my former mentee's lap. Straddling his legs, I grabbed his straining member and guided it to my entrance. Bending my knees, I lowered my body. With my meat flaps extra juicy and my coochie ultra leaky, his fleshy tool easily split my twat and slid up my sex channel.

As it turned out, I had learned a lot during the bullride on the 'Whack-a-Mole' stand. As a result, I was riding my former team member like a cowgirl with my booty clashing against his thighs extra noisily. In fact, I was humping my former subordinate as if I were trying to exorcise some kinda sex demon. Tihi!

"Tell me, did you make us work overtime, so you could leave the office early 'n hook up with some random fuck?" Damon asked me outta the blue.

Um... what? That wasn't true at all! However, I was way too caught up in my bimbo bliss! I was way too focused on giving my ex-colleague the banging of his life. That was why I didn't waste any thoughts on it. Instead, I once again showed a combination of contrasting expressions, as in throwing my bottle-blonde tresses over my shoulder extra indignantly while flashing a smile über-cheerfully.

"Yesss baby! I'm a total hookup slut. So no denying!" I babbled without second thought. "You know, for every pointless duty I assigned at work, like totally, I performed a dirty deed after work. Fer shure!"

PTOOH

"Ewww!" I mewled a second later.

Obviously, it hadn't been the right answer, or at least not the right answer for Damon. That was why he responded by grabbing my two-tone hair to pull my head back and spit right into my face. So gross! So ewww! Totally fuel to my fire! Totally stimulating! It really wasn't anything new for me at this point, especially not after that water tank game. Actually, I was way too needy to mind. As a result, I felt my pussy getting wetter while I rode the dude's cock harder.

"Did you criticize our presentations 'cause you were distracted? Thinking 'bout cocks instead of stats?" Damon continued his interrogation.

Oh Lordy! I would never do that! Oh boy! I had definitely done that! To my defense, though, it had only happened after D-Rod had started turning me into the office pet. That didn't really matter 'cause my ex-subordinates surely remembered our last meeting when I had acted totally conspicuous and super ditzy in fronta them.

"Oopsie! Sorry baby, not sorry." I purred with a clean conscience. "I mean, after every boring meeting, you know, I needed some dirty dicking. For real!"

I couldn't really say why I felt the need to add fuel to the fire. Mostly, my pussy made me do it. Tihi! Anyhoo, keeping my mouth open, I was basically ready and in position for the next spit salvo.

"Uuuhhh!" I suddenly shrieked instead.

Damon hadn't acted as expected. Instead, he had grabbed my hips and lifted me off his cock. Standing up, he had pushed me off his lap, so I was sliding to the ground and landing on my ass. Still kinda staggered, I scrambled to my hands and knees while the straight shooter used the short break to kick off his shoes and step outta his pants.

In a swift motion, the 'funbag boy' stepped behind me. Giving my back a shove, he pushed me down until my face was in the grass and my ass was sticking up. Stepping over my booty, he got ready to mount me, literally like a filthy filly. A second later, he dropped his meat hammer almost vertically, plunging it balls deep up my cunny. The moment his hard cock split my sloppy slit, the loudest smacking sound ever filled the pavilion. Showing his youth in comparison to Lambert, the junior consultant really laid pipe with deep, hard strokes. Every thrust up my coochie caused a louder smacker until it turned into an almost deafening noise.

"You want some dirty dicking, Miss Bolt-on?" The straight shooter asked me. "You can get it."

With that, he pulled my head off the ground until my body reared up and my ravishing rack swayed freely. In a contra motion, he drilled his cock into my twat. Every thrust was harder than the last one. Every stroke drove me forward, which I didn't notice 'cause I was fully occupied with all the sensations and emotions beleaguering me. Eventually, however, I noticed two pairs of legs in fronta my face. Uh-oh!

"C'mon, botox barbie! Time to kiss ass to say sorry for all the undue criticism." Damon instructed me.

Oh Lordy! That was nasty! Oh boy! That was exactly the type of douchey demeanor I needed to shift into next gear. In response, I looked back at my former team member with a fiery gaze while flashing an eager smile. As if I was trying really hard to be Miss Stankyduck for him.

Anyways, the brash dude didn't need to ask twice. In fact, his deep hard strokes up my pussy were enough to push my face towards my former co-workers. The two ex-colleages had reacted accordingly, as in turning around, dropping their pants, and kneeling onto their lawn chairs. Oh jeez! I was staring at two hairy asses. Oh sheesh! That was as filthy as it gets, wasn't it?

Kinda reluctantly, I reached the first backside. Mercifully, it was Eric 'cause he was the younger and less hairy dude. More reluctantly, I placed my hands on each butt cheek. Spreading his buns, I had to be careful with my long stiletto nails. Most reluctantly, I stuck my tongue out after exposing his ass crack. In the end, however, it was Damon's continuous pussy pounding that drove my face between the cheeks of my former mentee. The moment my tongue touched his crack, my hesitation ceded. With my subbie side kicking in, I started lapping at the dude's perineum from his ball sack to his wrinkled butthole. The more his hairs tickled on my tongue, the more my skin prickled with sensations. The more I shivered in disgust, the more I trembled in pleasure. Super nasty! Super kinky!

Out of a sudden, Damon grabbed my two-tone hair and pulled my head back. While he continued pummeling my pussy, he dragged me over to the second ass in line. It was the hairy, old dude Clark and I really wasn't looking forward to it. Gulp! But wait! Hadn't they called me a plastic puppet from the assembly line before? Now, they were literally turning me into an assembly-line work-whore. The irony!

"Was your incompetent behavior the reason we lost the project pitch?" The straight shooter asked.

Um... that was way too true to lie, right? I mean, my change in appearance and demeanor around the time of the project pitch was too obvious, wasn't it? After all, my former co-workers were able to put one and one together.

"Dunno... oh... oh.. oh...!" I responded.

My reply turned into gasps when Damon pushed my face right into the senior ass. In response, my arms flailed about in outrage while I shook my glorious gazongas in happiness. Such contrasting emotions! Such hybrid expressions!

"Do I need to repeat my question, Miss Bolt-on?" The brash dude asked when he pulled my head outta the ass again.

"No, sirrr!" I hastily responded. "I opt for yes... or no? I mean, definitely maybeeeh... eeeh... eeeh."

Back between the cheeks, my face went. Apparently, Damon wasn't pleased with my response. Actually, I was way too distracted with the whirlwind of emotions to reply logically. Anyhoo, his escalating dominance totally spurred me on, so much so that I eagerly started twirling my tongue around the geezer's wrinkly asshole. There were so much more hairs tickling my tongue and making me shiver in disgust. There were so much more neurons firing and making me tremble in pleasure. Ultra nasty! Ultra kinky!

"You know, I was totally dressed for sex-cess." I exclaimed the next time Damon pulled my head back. "It's really not my fault, you know! Those super boring dweebs got, like, no appreciation for the finer thingies in life! Like totes not!"

Truth be told, I was trying to argue extra extensively here. Why? Cause I was stalling for time. After all, I so didn't want my face back in that age old, wrinkly ass. I so didn't want my tongue back on that ultra hairy, sweaty crack. Ugh!

"Tell us, how many cocks did it take for you to lose our project money?" Damon didn't care.

Oh boy! What an assumption! He was totally wrong! I hadn't pulled an all-nighter before the pitch. I hadn't bagged some stranger like a golddigger on my business trip. No way! However, I had met the LGZ members during the restaurant meeting with Ortega and O'Bannon, hadn't I? Kinda the same, sorta.

"Like, three? Maybe... umph... possibly... umph... definitely... umph..." I replied in between grunts from Damon's continuous dicking.

"Then you should fill that greedy cunt with three fingers." The 'funbag boy' instructed me. "Fuck that eager beaver! Just like you fucked those random pricks!"

"Yeah! And we'll let you feel our hard work in between!" Eric added outta the blue.

Oh Lordy! My former co-workers were really upset, weren't they? More so, they were totally enraged by my negligent work behavior. Mostly, they let me feel their rage to the fullest. How? By waiting for me to follow their instructions.

After the extensive banging, Damon was running outta stamina. That was why he stepped away from my booty. With my cunny left unfulfilled, I mean unfilled, I reached back through my spread legs. Grabbing my pussy flaps, I opened up my meat curtains to present my pink snatch. After plunging my right forefinger into my hot box, I quickly added my middle and ring finger. Driven by lust, I started thrusting my fingers in and out. Continuously increasing the speed, I didn't stop banging away at my sloppy cunny until I was moaning and groaning unashamedly.

While I was pleasuring myself for successfully bagging three cocks after the business trip, my former subordinates let me feel their hard work one after the other. How? By constantly switching positions and running a train on me. Duh! When Eric got off his lawn chair, Damon took his place. A moment later, the new associate manager entered my exit. Even though my bunghole had seen its fair share of action, the dude really stuffed my ass without much consideration. As my tight, little ringpiece got stretched and my ass chute got filled, I let my fingers slip outta my cunny. I so wasn't ready for a double penetration. Dang!

SLAP! SLAP!

"Owwww! Aaarrrggghhh!" I shrieked shortly after.

Apparently, Eric wasn't pleased with my actions, so he spanked my buns the same way he stuffed my butthole. Totally inconsiderate! Totally reckless! As my bootylicious butt was really raw, his slaps hurt like hell. That was why I reared up in pain while I drove my fingers back up my snatch. In fact, I so didn't need another prompt to start fingerbanging my coochie in rhythm with the dude's ass stabbing.

Oh my god! I felt beyond stuffed. Oh my gosh!! I felt the hard cock with my fingers. Oh my gawd!!! The sensitive partition membrane got squeezed tightly. Anyhow, I didn't get a chance to express all those contrasting emotions. Why? Cause Eric picked up where his best bud had left off, as in pushing my face into an ex-colleague's face. As a result, I basically groaned and moaned into the senior ass while my tongue lapped at his butthole. Ungh!

My former co-workers seemed eager to vent their anger once and for all. Totally taking it out on my poor fuckholes! Totally wreaking it on my stretched sex chutes! Consequently, Eric didn't spend much time battering down my backdoor. Instead, my former subordinates repeatedly swapped places. As follows, I soon found myself getting my cornhole crammed by Clark while I was kissing Damon's ass and so forth. All that time, they made me continue banging my sloppy snatch with three fingers until a puddle of juices was forming in between my legs.

"Ooowww maaahhh gaaawwwd!" I suddenly screamed and shouted and shrieked at the top of my lungs.

Why? Cause the dudes had swapped places again. With Damon back in the driver's seat, he hadn't acted as anticipated. Instead, he had gone for my pussy, sliding his dick into my twat right alongside my fingers. Holy moly! My snatch got stretched beyond belief. Holy cannoli! My cunny got stuffed to the bursting point.

"Ooohhh gooosh! Ooohhh gooooood!" I grunted and groaned and moaned totally outta my mind.

After all the built-up arousal and pent-up tension, I reached my climax. Literally like the bursting of a dam, it was a sudden, rapid, and totally uncontrolled release! The orgasm was colossal, so much so that it made me squirt. Clear fluid sprayed from my pussy, totally fitting the dam break metaphor. Tihi! More so, the squirt was powerful enough to eject my fingers, basically washing them out.

It took some time for me to stop trembling and jerking. It took more time for me to come back down to earth. When my vision cleared, I noticed that my former co-workers were back on their lawn chairs. Even though they were taking a short break, they were still sporting raging hard-ons. Uh-oh!

"Mind if I join in?" I suddenly heard an unexpected voice behind me.

Okay! That sounded a lot like a girl. Not okay! That was Melissa. What did she want? Why did she want it? She couldn't, she wouldn't, she shouldn't, right? Right!

"Well, you didn't play the game 'n hit a spot, did you?" Damon jumped to my help, albeit unintentionally.

"Oh, I see..." I heard my fellow entrepreneuse's respond.

Holy shoot! She sounded kinda disappointed. Holy smokes! I so wasn't disappointed. To be honest, sexually serving my former bestie so wasn't on my bucket list.

SPLASH!

"Eeeggghhh!" I suddenly shrieked and wailed.

Ultra gross! Ultra vile! Ultra unbelievable! Ultra what?

Melissa had returned and fast. Not only that, but she had also returned with a specific item in hand, which she had used to full effect. To cut a long story short, my former friend had smashed a soft-boiled egg right on my head. Holy ewww! Holy yuck! I totally felt the jammy yolk running down my head and gumming up my hair. I totally felt filthy and messy again. Just when I had gotten all that slime and gunge cleaned off my body. Oh gross! Oh sob!

"See? Hit it!" The business lady said matter-of-factly.

Jeezus! Melissa's nonchalance made it that much more degrading. As if it was the most normal thingie to get a party guest all dirty and filthy. As if it wasn't outta the ordinary to cover a waitress with messy goop. Like I was a normal waitress, right? Her actions made it crystal clear that I was just a pleasure puppet to be used for the VIPs' delight. Oh gulp! Oh pant!

So how did I react? As contradictory as ever. After all, the humiliating treatment made my emotional pendulum spin in hyper-speed, whipping up a whirlwind of arousal and excitement. Consequently, my arms flailed about wildly, making me look like a total drama queen. Meanwhile, my body thrashed around, making my plumped plush pillows quake and bounce. So scandalized! So giddy!

With the gooey stuff running down my bleached blonde tresses, Melissa took control. She pushed me on all fours, so I faced the circle of ex-colleagues. Stepping behind my bootylicious butt, she suddenly made me gasp, so much so that my mouth and eyes opened wide. Why? Cause I had been too dizzy to notice that my former bestie had brought a gift along. Only when I felt it, I realized that she had taken a toy from the 'Whack-a-Mole' game. Remember the dildo that had been the big finale? Yeah, that was the one she thrust right up my drenched coochie. Again, she acted extra nonchalant when she plunged the 7inch long dildo all the way into my hot box. Gulp! She acted even more nonchalant when she activated the vibrator. Gasp!

"Well, we know Miss Frankentits can squirt from getting fucked in the ass. Let's see if she can also cum from serving a lady." The entrepreneuse explained with a shrug.

There really was no time for questions. With the dildo vibrating on max power, I wasn't able to form a coherent sentence anyways. Even if I had just reached a climax, I had still been bathing in the reverberations of my orgasm. With the new sensations, I never really settled down. Instead, there were constant surges of micro orgasms rippling through me.

No matter what, my task became clear shortly after. Walking around my twitching and trembling body, Melissa stepped right in fronta my face. Consequently, I ended up looking right at her crotch, or more like my bestie's swanky cocktail gown. As the buzzing toy in my cunny was reigniting the fire in my loins, Melissa moved a lawn chair over to my position and sat down. Slipping her feet outta her elegant high heels, she held them in fronta my face. Uh-oh!

"Why don't we start with a foot massage, Jessie?" She said still matter-of-factly.

Oh Lordy! With my former subordinates watching spellbound, the businesswoman held her left foot right under my nose. She wanted me to smell and sniff it. More so, she wanted my ex-colleagues to watch my grossed-out reaction and enjoy my grimaces. Mostly, she wanted to degrade and humiliate me to the max.

I so didn't want to give my former bestie that kinda satisfaction. That was why I really fought hard to avoid it. But to no avail! I still grimaced as she pushed her foot against my sensitive nose. Really reluctantly, I puckered my inflated trout pout. Ultra reluctantly, I went to work. As soon as I started, the entrepreneuse put her foot back onto the ground. She made me bent down and kiss the bridge of her foot. I really had to tend to her sweaty instep before she lifted her foot back up. As a result, I got the full stinky dose up my nose. Oh gross! Oh sob!

Acting as if she was doing me a favor, Melissa let me lick the sole next. The irony! The repulsion! After the long hours at the matinée, I was really hesitant to lick and lap at her soles 'cause sweat. The buzzing vibrator, however, made my body jerk so much that it basically drove my face right into her feet more often than not. Holy ewww! Holy yuck!