Jessica's Change Management Ch. 02

I had to grab a chair to keep myself steady as I almost fell to the ground. Too bad, the chair was already occupied. Tumbling over, I bumped right into a bald, middle-aged Latino with a goatee. My big, ample juggs got firmly pressed against his chest when he grabbed my shoulders to steady me. He didn't let got when I had come to a halt, though, clutching me tightly with my big, soft rack against his chest.

In this bent over position, I felt my tight, pinstriped skirt riding up again. Involuntarily, my ass started shaking, fueled by the vigorous vibrations of the love egg. Deep down, I yearned for the bald Latino to grab and fondle my ass but hurried to straighten back up instead. I had to keep at least an ounce of decency!

"I'm sorry, sir! It was an accident. I stumbled." I apologized with a choppy breath.

"Better watch your step!" The bald Latino chided me in response. "Too ditzy to walk in those heels, huh?"

That rebuke made me feel like a naughty, little schoolgirl. I wanted out of this situation! But I couldn't walk away. I was standing in the middle of the court like frozen to the ground. I couldn't take another step!

Instead, my legs were wobbling like hell. I was so weak-kneed. My whole body was shaking. Involuntarily, I squeezed my legs and pushed my ass out. It must have looked so slutty with me rubbing my thighs together and gyrating my bubble butt in circling motions. What an obscene sight which must have been further increased by the tightness of my skirt showing off each and every curve!

All the people in the food court watched my every move! My breath became choppier while the love egg continued buzzing mercilessly. I was struggling to keep from groaning out loud. I couldn't cum right here on the spot under all those watchful eyes! That would be too embarrassing!

Slowly, I took a shaky step forward. And another one... And another one...

While sweating blood and tears in fear of tumbling to the ground, I got going. Carefully, I continued my circuit, a lot slower than before, though. My hips swayed obscenely from side to side in an exaggerated manner. I was doing a real slut walk by now making me look so ridiculous. With every step, I felt close to falling onto my face.

People were sticking their heads together talking about me while I tottered past. By now, I was sweating so heavily that my blouse was getting clingy which only added to my saucy appearance. Heck! It took me ages to reach the coffee store.

The moment, I walked through the door, the vibrations stopped. I paused at the door and took a few deep breaths before I placed the order. The salesman was more than eager to serve me two cuppa coffee while he ogled my assets. When I was about to pay, he leaned over the counter.

"What you think?" He whispered. "You flash me your fat fucking tits and you get the coffee for free!"

It took me a few moments to realize what he had just offered. When it hit me, I wished the ground to swallow me up. He had seen my saucy walk outside and took me for nothing but an easy slut. This offer was more degrading than any of the lecherous gazes. I hesitated. I wanted to storm out of the store but knew D-Rod would want me to accept the salesman's suggestion. It was too much, though. I couldn't do it!

"You must be mistaken me." I told him in a most annoyed tone and threw the money onto the counter before hastily grabbing the cups and rushing out of the store.

Bristling with anger about this indecent offer, I joined D-Rod who was waiting outside. In front of the coffee store, some kind of bar with several highchairs was placed to give it a sophisticated look. When I finally sat down on the chair at D-Rod's table, I was totally drained like I had just finished a marathon. The young Latino was really putting me through the wringer. But to my dismay, my body was responding to it, embracing the attention and loss of control.

"Ya really know how to strut ya stuff, Miss Tease!" D-Rod chuckled. "All da men can't get enough of watchin' ya hot piece of MILF ass."

"Give dem a treat. Spread cha legs!" His next order came totally out of the blue.

Suddenly I realized why he had picked the coffee store. He had explicitly chosen it for the highchairs! We were sitting higher than the other people in the court giving them the perfect view up my skirt! If I spread my legs, they could see my naked pussy!

I was so upset about the way he played me. I was so upset that I couldn't find a way to stop him. I was so upset about feeling completely powerless. Being a very consequent person, though, I was too proud to cop out now. I hadn't managed to win his game of dare so I had to suffer the consequences. That was the deal, right?

With my back to the bar, I slowly spread my legs. Being on display in such a naughty way made me feel flushed. My face must have been beet red while my whole body trembled.

Sitting there with my legs open, I closely watched the people on the food court. A man sitting opposite the coffee shop peeked up my skirt and gave me a smile. It made me close my eyes in embarrassment. Suddenly, though, my eyes opened wide. I had to grab the highchair to keep myself from toppling off. D-Rod had switched the love egg back on! He had put it on the highest level! It hit me with such a force that my teeth chattered!

The vibrations stopped as suddenly as they had started. I threw a puzzled look at the young Latino. What the hell had that been?

"Ya caught a look, ya deserve a treat." He stated matter-of-factly.

I felt gooesbumps covering my skin. Every time, someone looked up my skirt, D-Rod would switch the love egg on. How could I ever survive this? I threw a pleading look over to the dirty macho but his eyes remained stern. So I continued sitting on the highchair with my legs spread. I was on pins and needles, flinching every time someone looked into my direction.

Earning a disgusted look from a woman, the vibrator started buzzing again, and my arousal hit me like a fist. I needed to groan out loud. I needed to grunt out my lust! But I couldn't do that -- not right in the middle of the food court! I desperately clenched my lips to stifle any moan. But the arousal spread over my body like scorching lava.

D-Rod munched away at his tacos while I nervously fidgeted around on the chair. I got 10 more looks - disgusted gazes from the women and lecherous smiles from the men. With every look, the love egg started vibrating, and every time, it lasted a bit longer.

The fourth time, I couldn't keep still any longer. When the buzzing started, my hips began moving on their own. I began bucking on the highchair, slightly lifting my ass off the seat and humping the air! I couldn't control it. My body was in the clutches of my arousal.

"Hmmmpfff!"

The sixth time, muffled moans started escaping my lips. Sweat was gathering on my forehead. The vibrating egg was setting my pussy on fire! I was getting close to an orgasm! I was about to cum in public! Right in the middle of the seedy strip mall with a dozen people around! I felt so humiliated! I felt like such a slut cumming so openly! But these emotions only fueled my excitement.

By now, the couple sitting next to us became aware of my conspicuous behavior. They started mustering me, frowning at the ridiculous sight. I could see them sticking their heads together to gossip about the lewd slut.

They knew! They knew what was happening! I felt so ashamed, I couldn't look at them. However, I couldn't stop bucking around on the chair either. I was on the edge. I desperately wanted to touch my clit and rub it. But I didn't dare. I kept my hands clutching the highchair. I was about to cum from nothing but the love egg's stimulations. What an easy slut!

"Hmpf...! Hmmmmmm...! HMMMMMM...!"

The twelfth time, I finally exploded. Squirming on the chair, I rode out my orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstatic bliss surged up and down my spine. All the while, I tried my best not to scream and moan. The couple next to me was totally forgotten. I couldn't tell how long my orgasm lasted. But when I opened my eyes back up, the couple was gone.

D-Rod's grinning face greeted me instead. He had obviously enjoyed my unrestrained slut show. I still had a hard time believing that it had really happened, though. I had actually cum in the middle of a busy strip mall.

I wearily looked around and spotted several men staring at me. My public orgasm hadn't remained unnoticed! Once again, my face was burning in the deepest shades of red. I thought the blush would never fade again.

While I had ridden out my orgasm under the public eye, D-Rod had finished his tacos and coffee. He was ready to leave, and I was more than glad to get away from the men's leers.

"Didn't cha forget 'bout sumpin', Miss Tease?" D-Rod urged me when we arrived at my sports car.

At first, I didn't understand what he was talking about. But then it dawned on me. The goal of D-Rod's 'after work parties' was to make him cum, and he hadn't shot his load yet.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, may this fuckdoll suck you off?" I automatically asked right there in the parking lot.

Woah! I hadn't even given it any thought. I had simply babbled away like some dumb slut! How stupid can you get? And somehow, it didn't seem like such a big deal either. How slutty can you act?

"Had those lips wrapped 'round my cock yesterday." He rejected my offer.

His response left me standing there like a fool. I had just offered my service to him in the most vulgar way I could imagine, and he simply brushed it away in an arrogant manner that was dumbfounding.

"Time to feel ya juicy juggs!" He announced instead. "C'mon lil hussy, put 'em big, ripe melons to good use!"

His suggestion involuntarily made me smile. He wasn't rejecting me, he simply wanted some variety. I didn't even look around the parking lot, popping the middle button of my red silk blouse open instead. My ample funbags instantly jutted out of their confines. Gosh! This dirty macho was getting me jaded in record time!

In the meantime, D-Rod opened the driver's door and sat down on the seat with his legs out of the car. I got down on my knees and scurried between his spread legs, feeling the hard concrete tearing at my fine black stockings. I cupped my soft, round boobs and lifted them up as if presenting my goods on a window display. Squeezing my soft fleshorbs, I rubbed them against each other to make my tit flesh bulge to all sides.

I was smarming over the young Latino as if I was one of his silly cheerleader groupies. It was disgusting, but I was far too horny to stop.

"Get 'em nice 'n wet, fuckdoll!" D-Rod ordered in short, crisp words.

I hesitated. His command sounded so nasty. The whole situation was so obscene. I looked around the parking lot. We were all alone but that didn't help making me feel less naughty.

My hesitation took too long for D-Rod's taste so he grabbed my long chestnut hair and bent my head down. Once again, his rigorous, dominant demeanor inadvertently commanded my respect. I behaved like a good playtoy and spit out. Feeling the large glob of spittle land on the inside of my right tit made me shudder. Yet, I continued rubbing the spit into my tit flesh.

"Mo' spit, nasty whore!" The dirty macho urged. "Use dem fingers to make ya drool."

His ghetto slang was so vulgar and yet so commanding. It didn't leave me any room to resist. What a contradiction! It left me like putty in his hands. Although I cursed myself for this admission of helplessness, I wasn't able to do anything against it. Right now, I really was his obedient playtoy.

Opening my mouth, I shoved three fingers through my lips. I kept on pushing until I gagged. Driving my fingers in and out of my mouth made me choke repeatedly. I was facefucking myself while kneeling on the dirty ground of a public parking lot. I was furious about the way this dirty prick used me, the way I complied, and the way it was such a thrill for me.

Eventually, I pulled my fingers out of my mouth. They were completely covered with white, frothy slobber. A filthy web of drool had formed connecting the fingers. Closely inspecting my messy hand, it grossed me out. Looking at D-Rod, though, I saw how my naughty actions mesmerized him. Damnit! His reaction excited me to no end! I wiped the slobbery mess off onto my ample funbags making them glisten wetly. They were ready to get fucked.

Once again, I cupped my tits from both sides and pushed them over D-Rod's hard cock. He didn't move at all, arrogantly expecting me to do all the work. Squeezing my heavy juggs, I formed a deep canyon for his dick and began sliding my soft tit meat up and down his shaft. I picked up speed until it felt like I was sanding down his cock.

After witnessing all my indecent behavior, the young Latino was too horny to hold out for long. It only took me a few minutes of pumping his cock with my smooth fleshglobes until his dick began to stir.

Before his balls erupted, though, he grabbed his meat pole with his right hand while gripping my long chestnut hair with his left. Pulling on it, he bent my head backwards, just in time with the first spurt of cum shooting out of his cock. OMG! It was a huge salvo that didn't seem to stop! Guiding his massive stream over my face like a brush, he painted me with thick, white goo. It seemed like he blew a single long jet of slimy spunk. With his load shot, he had drawn something like a u-shaped cum mustache over my mouth that stretched from one cheek to the other.

"Hehehe. Dat's a fine look for a biatch!" He commented his obscene painting.

"Keep it on, lil hussy." He ordered before I could reach up to scrape the cum off my face.

Resigned to my fate, I only reacted mechanically. So I got off the ground, keeping the thick, drying sperm on my face. Getting into my sports car, I noticed that my fine black stockings had torn from the rough concrete adding another skanky detail to my outfit.

On the ride home, I tried to keep my face down as best as I could to avoid any looks. But of course, it didn't work and a few honking cars accompanied us on our way. Every time, a horn honked, it startled me, flushing my face and making my pussy throb at the same time.

"Yo fuckdoll! Show my vatos the fruits of ya labor!" D-Rod instructed me when we arrived in front of his house.

Once again, his three Latino buddies were hanging out on the front porch smoking and drinking beer. Stepping in front of the porch, I presented my outfit. His homies liked the way my half-opened, red, silky blouse made my braless tits bulge out. Pointing out the torn open holes in my black stockings, they had fun chiding me for being such a ditzy slut. But most of all, they loved my cum-coated face.

"Que morro de leche!" One of D-Rod's buddies gave me a new moniker.

"Hehehe! Guess we can all agree wit dat: ya got a lovely 'cumface'!" D-Rod translated this oh-so-flattering nickname.

The degrading name made me fume in helpless anger which gave the gang a good laugh and let them rag me about the way I clenched my fists in lack of power. To infuriate me even more, they made me turn several pirouettes to let them check out each and every curve of my body.

I was more than glad when I was finally allowed to scrape the dried spunk off my face and feed it to myself. It tasted dreadfully, and I was barely able to swallow the gooey, slimy mass. But that was nothing in comparison to the relief of finally having the demeaning face frosting gone and being allowed to head home.

*to be continued*