Jessica's Change Management Ch. 05

"What you say?" D-Rod taunted me. "Mrs. Powers begging to cum like an easy office tramp? Can you imagine that! Do you deserve an orgasm, though?"

"Please Sir Da-Rod!" I pleaded by now, saying whatever came to my mind. "I'll gladly serve you. Please, let me be your office pet. Just let your fuckdoll cum, please!"

OMG! I felt like the last ounces of self-respect were leaving me. I was shamelessly smarming over the young Latino begging him to serve him all around the clock. Right now, my arousal was in total control.

"Go 'n get the ruler then." D-Rod seemed to like my suggestion. "Make yourself cum on it."

My stomach was in knots. I didn't know whether to cheer or cry. I had to use the instrument of my punishment to get off!?! This was so humiliating! My intern had used it to beat me into submission, and now, I was using it to get relief? A voice in my head screamed for me to resist. But it was far too low, getting drowned out by the overwhelming throbbing in my pussy.

My mind was too foggy at that moment to realize it. But looking back, using the ruler as my pleasure toy was another step in my total surrender to D-Rod. It connected my submission with pleasure. Even now, I still feel the simultaneous pinch of submissiveness and jolt of pleasure when looking at my silver bracelet with the ruler charm.

Taking the ruler in my hand, I squatted down with my back to the door and flipped my black skirt up to my hips, presenting my torn pantyhose and reversed g-string to D-Rod. Spreading my legs wide, I pushed the string to the side to expose my shaved, glistening cunt. Then I pushed the wooden ruler against my throbbing clit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned, quickly biting on my left forearm to muffle my moans.

This felt so good. This was exactly what I needed, no matter how degrading, no matter which instrument. My legs were twitching wildly, and I was gnawing on my forearm to keep quiet. The danger of a colleague walking in on me was totally forgotten.

I stuck the wooden ruler up my cunt to fill my yearning snatch with something. My pussy lips deliciously stretched across the wooden straight edge while I rapidly drilled it in and out of my sloppy cunt. I took my left arm from my mouth and started rubbing my clit.

That did the trick! I exploded in sheer ecstasy. My orgasm hit me so hard that I slipped off my feet and went ass over kettle. With my legs still spread wide, a liquid burst of excitement gushed from my contracting pussy, wetting my hands and legs. I was having a squirting orgasm in my office while my head was swimming in dizzy lust. What an easy fuckslut I was!

D-Rod quietly applauded my slutty efforts in a mocking gesture while I came down from my high. That moment, I became aware of my surroundings again. I was sitting on my naked ass in my office with colleagues walking around outside. I felt so embarrassed! How could I let it go so far? How could I submit to my needs so easily?

"Time to do your job, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod reminded me of the task at hand.

He had already pulled his hard cock from his pants. The danger of my colleagues walking in on us made me hesitant. However, my intern had just allowed me to have one of the most intense orgasms ever, so it was only fair to pay back some of the pleasure, wasn't it? I slowly got up on my feet with my black pencil skirt still up around my hips and walked over to the dirty prick sitting on my office chair.

"C'mon office bunny, show me your tits." He exclaimed when I stood in front of him.

I pushed my white blouse to the sides to fully expose my black lace bra. Grabbing the cups, I pulled them down, letting my juicy juggs pop into freedom. My nipples were standing out proud and erect.

"Get my cock ready for your cunt 'n show your ass off to the door." He ordered next.

Once again, he was toying with me and my fears. He knew how much I was afraid of anyone witnessing my lewd behavior at work, so he stressed it time and again.

Nonetheless, I obediently bent down until my face was hovering above his cock. Meanwhile, I reached back with my hands to spread my pussy lips open, shamelessly exposing my wet, pink cunt meat to the door while my ample tits obscenely dangled off my chest.

D-Rod pulled his cock into his belly so I could see his big ball sack. I knew what he wanted and got to work sucking a ball at a time into my mouth, licking the sack in between. While I worked hard on his balls, my intern amused himself by releasing his meaty shaft and letting it slap against my face, a humiliating reminder of the way I had slapped myself for him yesterday.

"C'mon lil office bimbo, ride my cock." He shouted when he was ready for the next phase. "Face the door and greet your colleagues."

His taunt sent a shiver of fear down my back. We were coming close to quitting time. O'Bannon and Ortega could leave any moment. What if they stuck their head through the door to say goodbye?

I didn't get a chance to utter my reservations as D-Rod roughly gripped my hips and turned me around. Facing the door with my tits hanging out of my white blouse, I straddled his legs and slowly lowered my pussy over his straining cock.

I felt him splitting my cunt lips and stretching my pussy wide. I was still so wet that his meat pole easily slipped inside. The attention to my snatch felt delicious, and I quickly started bucking on his lap, pushing my pussy up and down his shaft.

Humping his thick cock, a noise outside my office startled me. I heard heavy footsteps on the hallway. It must have been O'Bannon leaving. I held my breath while I unconsciously continued lifting myself up until D-Rod's cock almost fell out of me before sliding back down so that he filled me to the hilt. I had a good relation with the CEO so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for him to say goodbye.

"Wave your tits at the door, fuckdoll!" D-Rod commanded as if he sensed my nervousness.

I groaned in despair but cupped my ample boobs nonetheless. By shaking my hands, I made my soft tit meat jiggle on my chest. It felt so ridiculous waving at the door with my boobs.

All the while, I heard the footsteps getting louder. They were coming closer to my office. Suddenly, they stopped altogether. O'Bannon must have been standing in front of my door. Any second, he would open it and witness the inappropriate scene. It would all be over in a heartbeat.

I wanted to slip off D-Rod's lap and hide behind my desk but the macho prick tightly grabbed my hips holding me in place. I could only brace myself for the inevitable while I continued riding my intern's cock and jiggling my juicy juggs. I had done everything he had ordered to save my career, and now, it would all be over nonetheless. All the humiliations I had suffered had been in vain - except for the crashing orgasms they had yielded.

Suddenly, I heard voices outside. I couldn't make out who it was but it must have been Ortega addressing O'Bannon! They were having a quick chat before leaving the office right outside my office door. They would see me both if they opened my door to say goodbye!

That exact moment, D-Rod pushed me deep into his lap while lifting his ass to plant his dick balls deep in my cunt. I felt his cock expanding in my pussy as he shot his cum load. The arrogant macho let out a deep, low growl that caught my breath. The two men were still talking on the hallway. They might have heard him groaning! While my pussy milked D-Rod's meat pole, I tried to focus on the chatter. It continued so I gathered that they hadn't heard anything.

With his load emptied up my cunt, the young Latino blandly pushed me off his lap. Tumbling to the ground, I felt the sticky spunk running out of my slit. I was kneeling on the ground with my tits out when the inevitable happened. The door opened!

Nooo!

It couldn't be all over! Not now! Not like that!

Totally paralyzed from shock, I watched the door open like in slow motion. The two men stepped inside! They saw me kneeling on the ground! They saw my naked tits!

"Hey, look at our barrio hoodrat! Ready to go! That's what I call a good ho!"

OMG! Oh my fucking god!

The two men were Flaco and Lucho, D-Rod's gangster homies from the 'LGZ' gang. Apparently, the musclehead and the skinny baldie had come to the office to pick up their friend. I guess our receptionist had already gone home. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let these two thugs dressed in their typical Latino gangster outfits with unbuttoned plaid shirts and bandanas around their head into our office.

However, I can't even tell how glad I was to see these rude gangbangers. Anybody was better than O'Bannon and Ortega. My rival and my superior hadn't witnessed anything! My career was safe for another day, even if another day meant another office dare, which I didn't like at all.

As soon as the two Latino gangsters had closed the door, they were all over me. Planting themselves in front of me, each one grabbed one of my ample boobs and started mauling them roughly.

"Ooohhh!" I couldn't help but moan from their rude treatment.

"Ya can't wait to get cha hands on our cocks, can ya?" Lucho mocked me.

Without giving it a thought, I nodded. Somehow, I felt like the two guys had saved me from getting caught in the act by my colleagues and deserved a thank-you gift. Gawd! I was more than willing to give them the blowjob of their lives!

Letting them continue squeezing my ripe melons, I pulled their cocks from their khaki pants and started jacking each dick with a hand. Then I lunged forward and pushed my soft lips over Flaco's meat tool. I gulped it down until his cockhead hit the entrance to my throat. Pushing my mouth up and down, I let my lips dance over his cock with fervor.

After sucking his glorious dick down about ten times, I let it pop out of my mouth and went to work on Lucho's shaft. Alternating between the two cocks, I gave both gangbangers a heck of a sloppy blowjob. They wanted more than just my mouth, though.

"Haul ya ass over to dat door, biatch!" Flaco ordered while pulling his cock from my lips.

After getting 'sort of saved' by them, I was in such a submissive mood that I didn't question their command at all. Getting to my feet, I sauntered over to the closed door with my skirt hiked up to my hips, showing off my ripped pantyhose and dried sperm that covered the insides of my thighs.

Putting my hands against the door, I spread my legs like a suspect does when being frisked. Feeling one of the guys approach, he put his arm around my waist and gripped me tightly.

"I'ma gonna fuck da shit outta ya, puta del barrio!" Flaco whispered into my ear. "Ya our gang ho, no matter where. I'ma gonna enjoy fuckin' ya in dis prim 'n proper place. Hehehe!"

His words gave me the creeps. Still, I groaned when he followed his words with action and slid his cock into my pussy, which didn't offer any resistance. He wasn't gentle at all, bottoming out in me on the first thrust. His hands were around my hips, holding me in place, while he ripped into my cunt. With my hands against the door, I had to hold on for dear life. His strokes were so powerful that it made my titties bounce. My tit meat started banging against the door with each thrust, making soft thuds.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

A cold shiver ran down my spine when I realized that these bumps could be heard on the hallway. After all, I had no clue if O'Bannon and Ortega had already left the office or if they were still around. I couldn't resist Flaco's onslaught, however. After being on the edge for so long, my body more than embraced the second cock of the day. My arousal was back with full force despite my previous orgasm on the ruler.

Hammering my cunt at such a high pace, Flaco couldn't hold on for long. With a loud grunt, he pulled his dick from my slit and aimed it at my ass. Erupting in a powerful orgasm, he spurt his spunk all over my butt, completely staining my black, sheer pantyhose.

As soon as he had stepped aside, Lucho took his place. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Lifting me up with his strong arms, the musclehead implanted my dripping pussy on his hard cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he started banging me hard, right up against the closed door. It made a loud thud each time he impaled me and slammed my ass against the door.

The noise was even louder than before! The danger of getting caught was even bigger!

Still, I could only bite my lip to prevent myself from groaning loudly while my body enjoyed the hell out of every thrust up my pussy.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

"That's some strange noise, isn't it?"

My eyes shot open when I heard O'Bannon's voice in the hallway. This time, it was definitely him! There was no doubt about it! I recognized his voice.

"Maybe, Mrs. Addams is redecorating her office, wasting valuable working time." Ortega's voice rang out in response, not hiding his antipathy towards me at all.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

They had heard the noise! They were about to check out what was going on inside my office any second! My nightmare was becoming reality! I had been saved before but it had only been a short delay!

I dug my fingers into Lucho's back and tried my best to keep my ass from slamming into the door. I had to stop the bumps at all costs!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The musclehead was far too strong. I was nothing but a ragdoll in his arms. He simply continued pounding me, and my pussy reacted absolutely contrary to my intent. My cunt began contracting and erupted in a major orgasm.

I was cumming while my rival and my superior were listening to the noise of my ass slamming against my office door while getting fucked by a Latino gangster! The sheer imagination was enough to make my head spin in embarrassment.

"Oh well. You're probably right, she's just rearrainging some things. Nothing important. I'm already late anyways, I must fly. " I distantly heard O'Bannon's voice through the fog of my orgasm.

"Yeah, I don't really care how Mrs. Addams rearranges her office anyways. It doesn't matter how nicely your office is done up. It only matters how well you perform as a manager." Ortega responded with a dismissive huff.

Shortly afterwards, I heard their footsteps. They were leading away from my office. The two men were leaving the office without checking out what was causing the bumps! I got off the hook!

The moment all the tension and strain dropped from me, another orgasm hit me with full force. With the danger gone, my body completely surrendered to my pleasure. My pussy grabbed Lucho's dick so firmly that it finally tipped him over. Implanting his meat pole up my twat, he shot his jizz deep into me as he held me tightly.

When he finally let me slip off of him, I simply fell to my knees on the floor. Without request, I kissed both guys' cocks and licked our juices off until they were nice and clean. D-Rod and his buddies were long gone when I was still sitting in my office cooling off.

Back at home, I was appalled with myself. I had barely put up a struggle to resist D-Rod's naughty office dare. I had lost any kind of will power, completely giving in to my interns' dominance. Even worse, I had embraced my submissiveness at work, and to my embarrassment, it had given me a major orgasm.

The sexual bliss in the office had been so overwhelming it had totally clouded my mind. It took quite some time for the fog to subside. The more I regained my senses, though, the more ashamed I became of my behavior. I was still coming to terms with my submissive nature. However, my urge to be used like a cheap slut, treated like a whore, and laughed at by rude, low-class slobs was a lot more troubling.

Somehow, I felt like a part of me was ready to embrace my sub nature and eager to act it out as long as it was a part of my private live. But not at work! It embarrassed me how much it aroused me to surrender at my workplace where I was supposed to be the boss. Even more, it frightened me how close I had come to getting exposed by my superior after only a single day.

When I went to bed, I was dead certain that I would never let this happen again. I was afraid of losing myself and wasn't willing to accept that. It was something to act like an easy slut at the weekend but it was something completely different to be a stupid, horny bimbo whore at work! I was a business executive with a bright future as the CEO of my consulting firm after all.

I would sit out the mess I had made. I would pull through the remaining weeks of D-Rod's internship and cut the losses. But I would make sure that it wouldn't affect me any further.

--Week 2 -- Wednesday--

The next morning I received a text message from D-Rod while getting dressed.

*Dont want me 2 ruin ur prim n proper outfit again? Dont wear no bra. Show sum cleavage as it suits a dirty office floozy.*

I choked and struggled to breathe when reading the message. Wasn't it bad enough that he was blatantly using his superior as his fuckslut at work? Did he have to toy with me in such mean ways? Did he always have to up the ante?

Despite my reluctance, I felt the effect of his clear, hard words on me. It made my submissive streak stir which in turn made me angry as hell. I felt like I was betraying myself. I wouldn't allow myself to slip again! This time, I would stay strong.

As much as I struggled internally, I dutifully obeyed D-Rod's order nevertheless. I wasn't keen on disregarding Rule #1 for another time so I left off any kind of bra and panties. Instead, I put on a silky black buttoned-up blouse, a knee-long caramel brown pencil skirt, black seamed hold-up stockings, and a stylish pair of matching caramel silk open-toe pumps with 4" stiletto heels.

Checking myself in the mirror, I made sure that my outfit was decent enough for the office while meeting D-Rod's rule. As ordered, I left the upper two buttons of my black blouse open. Fortunately, the silky material wasn't see-through so the missing bra wasn't noticeable at first sight. Truth be told, the outfit was very formfitting but still looked elegant.

However, I barely felt dressed. The blouse revealed my neckline and offered a nice view down my cleavage every time I made a careless move, reminding me of the missing bra. I really felt like the stupid, ditzy office floozy D-Rod wanted me to become.

All the way to work, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I felt my boobs straining against my silky black blouse. I wasn't keen on meeting my subordinates. What if they noticed the missing bra? I better not wanted to think about the consequences.

Arriving at the office, I got a coffee first. The clicking sound of my high heels accompanied me down the hallway. A sound I was getting used to by now. Of course, it didn't remain unnoticed. Once again, all interns ogled me when I walked past their office. Passing by, I saw that D-Rod was around too and knew that he would want to inspect my outfit.

Without thinking about it any further, I walked into the interns' office after I had gotten my coffee. Better get that inspection over with sooner than later, right? Unconsciously, I started swaying my hips on my way to D-Rod's cube as if advertising my assets. All the way, I felt the other interns' eyes scraping over my figure, undressing me with their gazes.

In front of D-Rod, I came to a halt. Fortunately, the cube shielded me from the other interns' looks. Standing there, I flexed my back to push my tits out and let the young Latino give me a look-over from head to toe. Then I placed my left foot on his office chair, right between his legs, pushed my caramel pencil skirt up, and spread my legs apart. This way, he had a clear view of my pantyless, shaved pussy.

D-Rod ran his hand over my black, seamed, hold-up stockings. Any moment, he was about to reach my pussy. It was already throbbing with anticipation. And the day had just begun! I closed my eyes getting ready for the touch I was longing for.