Jessica's Change Management Ch. 09

"Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" I soon found myself moaning through gritted teeth.

Just when I reached the edge of orgasm, he stopped and landed two harsh slaps on my butt stifling my arousal.

"Not that you forget your edging rule, office bunny!" He told me with a chuckle. "Should have let you ride the donkey till you managed to edge. Hehehe!"

"Time to leave your lipstick mark on me!" The slimeball exclaimed next while grabbing my chestnut tresses.

Using them like a leash, he led me over to the end of the copy room. A table was placed at the wall. He turned me around and pushed me onto the table with my back resting on the tabletop. Walking around it, Justin pulled on my shoulders until my head hung over the edge.

Finally, I realized what he was up to. He wanted to fuck my face. In this awkward position, I could offer the least resistance. With my head hanging down, my throat basically opened up by itself. What a perfidious position!

Justin made my position even worse when he took my right leg, lifted it off the ground, and bent it at the knee. Holding my leg under the table, he grabbed my right arm and pulled it sideways to place it under the table as well. Then he made full use of my arm cuffs and anklets by hooking them together.

After he had proceeded to do the same with my left leg and arm, I was tied to the table spreadeagled with my head hanging off the edge and my pussy wide open. All my holes were completely exposed.

Standing in front of my face, Justin took the lipstick and painted my mouth until it was caked to his satisfaction. Then he dropped his pants. Watching me ride the donkey had turned him on so much that his cock was already rock hard. Grabbing my head, he pulled my body into the right position. He pushed me around like a blow-up doll until he placed his meat pole against my lips. I was completely helpless. All I could do was to watch his fat hard cock hovering above my face.

"I ain't gonna stop until you left your lipstick mark on my crotch, petdoll." He explained. "You understand that?"

I nodded in agreement. The position felt terribly degrading. Yet, I wanted to show him that I wasn't too stupid for a face fuck. It was my duty to show him that I wasn't too dumb to fulfill my dare.

With a grunt, Justin penetrated my mouth and I hurriedly closed my heavily painted lips around his hard shaft. My tongue played with his cockhead while he proceeded to push his dick deeper down. Focusing on controlling my gag reflex, I bent my head further down to open up my throat and felt his meat tool pressing against my uvula.

Pushing on, Justin's cock slid deep into my throat. I needed a few moments to realize that I couldn't breathe anymore. Nonetheless, the slimeball kept his dick down my throat until I became unsettled. I was running out of air!

Beginning to struggle, I fidgeted around in my shackles. I was barely able to move, though. It must have looked damned ridiculous as I was helplessly floundering in my bonds.

Eventually, Justin withdrew his hard tool letting me catch a breath. Only for a short time, though, as he quickly impaled my throat on his cock again. Repeating this game, he kept his dick deep in my mouth until I started fidgeting again. This time, he held out even longer, really letting my thrash around in my shackles. The armlets painfully dug into my wrists while I writhed around on the table like a slithering eel. The other interns even urged him on hollering at my comical display.

This was Justin's power game. It was obvious how quickly he had learned. He had found a way to make me feel like his simple sex object. I had fully expected Matt to take over control as soon as he had stepped into the copy room. But here was the young bootlicker keeping the reins and turning out to be a capable Dom.

I tried to remain calm. I wanted to show the interns that I was their pliable luxury doll. The longer Justin's cock stayed buried down my throat, however, the more I had to gag and choke and the more I needed to breathe. So in the end, I forcefully started thrashing around like a fish on land two more times. It was exhausting for me but amusing for the boys. And that's all that mattered, right? After all, I was here as their playtoy, right?

After testing my resistance, Justin finally started fucking my face, slow and deep and steady. Over and over, he invaded my tight throat until his cock tickled my tonsils and his balls rested on my nose. Despite yesterday's throat training, his deep penetrations caused me to gag and retch pitifully in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Urgh Urgh! Urgh!"

My throat reacted by producing extreme amounts of spit and slime. It ran out of my mouth in torrents. Once again, the perfidious position came into play as the drool ran down my face over my cheeks and right into my nose.

Suddenly, though, Justin stopped and withdrew his dick from my mouth. Holding it directly over my head, he let me gaze up to it. Out of the blue, he gave his cock a flick with his finger.

"Uuuhhh!" I squealed and thrashed around a second later.

The flick had caused the slobber sticking to his dick to spray off. The gush of drool hit me completely unprepared with my eyes open. It stung my eyeballs. Damnit! That hurt like a motherfucker! But my wincing was only met with laughter from the interns.

When I had stopped twisting, Justin gave his cock another flick. But this time, I had been prepared and quickly closed my eyes. That shitbag wouldn't catch me unprepared for a second time. The slimeball wasn't having any of it, though.

"Ow!" I groaned when he gave my right funbag a slap from the side.

The slap stung and sent my right tit crashing into my left. Damn! The blow had been so harsh it must have left a fiery red fingerprint on my soft titflesh. Not relenting the slightest, he slapped my left funbag from the side.

"Ow! Ooww! Ooowww!" I squeaked and whimpered while Justin slapped my titties against each other, whipping them from left to right on my chest.

He didn't stop until I opened my eyes back up. Taking his hands off my juicy juggs, he gave his slobber-soaked cock another flick.

"Uuuhhh!" I squealed once again when the drool hit my left eye.

Holy shit! It stung really badly! Nonetheless, I gave my best to keep my eyes open until Justin had flicked his dick a third time and another gush of my own slobber had hit my right eye.

My eyes burned, my soft fleshorbs stung, and still I desperately wanted to continue serving these bastards as their luxury doll. Sounds like the definition of a submissive pet, right?

Pleased with my compliance, Justin pushed his cock back up my mouth and proceeded pumping away.

"Yeah! Slap your balls against her empty head." Matt commented on Justin's ballsack hitting my nose over and over while he fucked my mouth.

His remark added to the whole humiliating situation and made me grunt in lust. Gawd! I was totally getting lost in subspace. I was completely focused on my pleasure. Matt was right. My head was empty. Any thought got blocked. All that mattered was the pleasure of serving these young college boys.

Soon, the streams of drool had completely shut my eyes close, so I couldn't see a thing anymore. Over and over, I felt Justin pulling his cock from my throat and smearing my face with my throat slime, spreading the drool everywhere. It was as cringe-making as humiliating. But that made it fun for the guys, right?

While pumping my throat, Justin grabbed my tits and started mauling them roughly. Restrained to the table, there was nothing I could do but let him have his way with my soft boobs. With my face overflowing with drool, his thrusts became accompanied by wet, squelching noises mixing with my gagging.

"Urgh!" SPLOSH! "Urgh!" SPLOSH! "Urgh!" SPLOSH!

Justin seized control of my body almost methodically. He took me and possessed me. I felt like this was exactly what he was supposed to be doing. I was the interns' slab of meat to be fucked and used whenever and wherever. I knew that this was the place I belonged, controlled by D-Rod and used by the interns.

"Can't see no lipstick on my crotch yet, Miss Brat!" The bootlicking bastard suddenly told me.

I couldn't believe it. With my eyes plastered with drool, though, I couldn't see it either. I had to believe him. All while fucking my face, an inch of his cock had stayed out of my mouth.

"Show some effort to fulfill your dare, office bunny!" He encouraged me.

Holy shit! I really wanted to perform well for him. After failing with the donkey ride, I wanted to show the interns that I was a good office pet.

Justin kept his cock half way up my mouth. He wanted me to take the final steps myself. Without giving it a further thought, I pushed my face up and let his tool slide deeper inside.

Even though I gagged profusely, I hadn't managed to feel his abdominal wall on my lips. Once again, I pushed upwards, and once again, his balls slapped me in the face. So degrading! This time, however, I felt my lips and chin pressing against his abdominal wall.

"Yeah! That's it! Kiss my belly with those slutty lips of yours!" Justin let me know that I had succeeded.

"Now, stick your tongue out 'n tickle my belly!" He ordered.

I was barely able to control my gagging anymore. Still, I did as told and pushed my tongue out. That was the final straw as it opened my throat even wider, and another torrent of slobber gushed out and swapped all over my already smeared face.

Gross!

This was so disgusting. My face was plastered with drool and throat slime.

SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!

Justin slapped his cock against my drool-soaked cheeks causing wet squishy noises and letting me know what a mess my face must have been. How could I ever get out of the copy room looking like this?

"Hehehe! Nice sound. Should be louder, though!" Matt remarked.

"Uuuggghhh!" I suddenly mewled.

In response to Matt's comment, Justin had spit into my face! A large glob of spit had landed on each cheek adding to the drool mixture and making me jerk in disgust.

SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!

Once again, the slimeball slapped his cock against my cheeks making wet smacking sounds. Then he pushed his cock back up my throat and picked up a rhythm of slapping my face and fucking my throat with his dick.

SQUISH! SQUISH!... "Urgh! Urgh!"... SQUISH! SQUISH!... "Urgh! Urgh!"...

SQUISH! SQUISH!... "Urgh! Urgh!"... SQUISH! SQUISH!... SLAP! SLAP!...

Gawd! He used my face like an instrument pounding it in four-four-time! He alternated between slapping my cheeks with his cock and making me gag on his tool while my body thrashed around on the table in rhythm. The fourth time, he ended the sequence with a harsh slap to each of my big, ole funbags that made me wince but simultaneously gave my pussy a jolt.

"Hehehe! Right on! You found the perfect use for the bitch. Her head's as hollow as a drum anyway!" Matt sneered.

"Yeah. You know what they say. Empty vessels make the most sound." Justin dropped an even fiercer taunt.

Somehow, it felt like the two were playing a game of 'who could mock the stupid office bunny the most'. Not caring about my mewling in response to their ridicule, Justin continued using my face for a second rhythm session.

SQUISH! SQUISH!... "Urgh! Urgh!"... SQUISH! SQUISH!... "Urgh! Urgh!"...

SQUISH! SQUISH!... "Urgh! Urgh!"... SQUISH! SQUISH!... SLAP! SLAP!...

This time, Justin reached down and slapped my pussy twice when finishing the sequence. The unexpected slaps hurt but almost made me cum right then and there. Leaning forward, he buried his shaft deep down my throat and it began pulsing. Feeling him pumping his spunk into my gullet, I didn't even have to swallow as his cum directly shot into my stomach. After four spurts, Justin pulled his cock from my mouth giving me a chance to gasp for air. My throat was dilated and felt as if it wouldn't close anymore.

"Uuuhhh!" I suddenly yelped in surprise.

I still couldn't see anything as my eyes remained shut from the drool covering them. Yet, I felt some kind of smooth material getting pushed over my face. Justin must have taken my black satin blouse to wipe the slobber off my face!

"Nooo! Stop it!" I bawled and twisted in my shackles.

He was using my blouse as a cleaning rag! He was ruining my outfit drenching it in spit and drool! How was I supposed to keep wearing it for the rest of the day?

Of course, Justin didn't listen to me at all. He simply continued wiping the satin blouse over my face until he deemed it clean. With the drool gone, I had a chance to see what he was doing again. Still, I didn't like what I saw at all.

He threw my black blouse onto the ground and pulled his pants up. Then he unfastened my arm cuffs and anklets before he simply left the copy room following Matt and Taylor.

I was alone, and finally able to move again. The position restrained to the table had been more than uncomfortable. So I had to stretch my legs to get some feeling back into them. It took me a few minutes before I was ready to get off the table.

Stepping over to my clothes, I picked the satin blouse off the ground and inspected it. The black material was drenched. Big, dark spots covered the fabric and thick strands of white slobber clung to it. Even after using some old scrap paper to wipe the drool off, the wet spots prominently remained on the blouse. I couldn't wear it any longer! It was ruined for the day! The final degradation of the first round of the lipstick dare.

With my head glowing fiery red in shame, I opened the door of the copy room and peeked out. I had stuffed the soiled blouse into my purse and put the burgundy leather jacket back on. Even though I had closed all the buttons, I felt naked. Without the blouse, the jacket covered two-thirds of my titties but that was about all it did. My cleavage went down to the lower curve of my fleshorbs.

Fortunately, the hallway was empty so I sneaked up to my office as fast as I could. With the cupless corset pushing my juggs up to my chin, I felt like my funbags were about to topple out of the jacket with every step.

Fuck! I couldn't step in front of my subordinates like that! The rhinestone accessories already made sure that all the guys in the office checked me out extensively. On close inspection, they would see that I wasn't wearing anything underneath!

I needed a time out. I needed to clear my head. I needed to get back into work mode. This was getting out of hand. The constant excitement affected my ability to work and diminished my performance. Even worse, it made me lose interest in my job. Instead, it made me permanently yearn for more naughty dares. I had a feeling that it wouldn't end well.

Back in my office, I came up with some meeting with an imaginary client. I had never done anything like it and always played by the rules. At the moment, however, it was more important to make sure to stay out of sight of my colleagues. I was dead certain that I would get lost in subspace for the rest of the day if the college boys started another round of the lipstick dare right now.

I didn't dare staying in my office but didn't know where to go. So I grabbed my laptop and carefully sneaked out of my office. I drove to a nearby coffeehouse that was far enough away so none of my colleagues would see me there.

I stayed there for a couple of hours. Even though I received several text messages, I didn't look at my smart phone at all. Instead, I tried to prepare for the project pitch I had to deliver tomorrow. Despite my best efforts to focus on the task at hand, my mind kept wandering off to the 'lipstick dare' and Matt's attempt to get D-Rod fired, though.

Sitting outside in the sunshine, I noticed a bunch of men stopping in their tracks to look at me. A group of young guys even whistled at me and made catcalls when they were walking by. Their attention made me smile and caused me to bend forward while grabbing my cuppa coffee to give them a good look down my deep cleavage. Their attention made me feel so stylized and packaged. Just as the tattooist this morning, they would never take me for a powerful executive, would they?

Eventually, I decided that I needed to get back to the office to not look conspicuous. Checking my smart phone, I noticed that I had received four text messages from D-Rod. He was looking for me and wasn't too happy that I wasn't responding. So I quickly sent him a message telling him that I had been attending an important meeting before driving back.

When I arrived at the office, I had received another message from D-Rod. He told me to meet him in the interns' chill-out room. It sounded like the guys were impatiently waiting for their office pet, eager to start the next round of the lipstick dare. Stepping into the chill-out room, I saw all four guys lounging around on sofas. Sandwiches were lying around on the table.

"Been waiting for you to have lunch with us." D-Rod told me. "Even postponed our lunch break. But you kept us waiting so long we already shared your sandwich. Too bad!"

"Still, you can entertain us during our break." Matt chimed in. "After all, that's why we keep an office pet 'round at work, right?"

"Why don't we use the time for my round?" The frat boy continued. "You couldn't wait for my round anyways, could you Miss Brat?"

I didn't react to his taunt but Matt hadn't expected that. While the other interns grabbed their sandwiches and started having lunch, he got off the sofa and walked over to me.

I stood perfectly still while he started opening the buttons of my burgundy leather suit jacket. Matt slid the jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he hiked my skirt up to my hips. It had taken less than three minutes until I was standing in the chill-out room with my tits and pussy exposed.

I was so nervous I could barely stand still while the arrogant bastard had his way with my body. Any second, I expected him to slap me or pinch me or pull some perverted humiliation out of the hat.

Matt was obviously enjoying the way he kept me on my toes and fully savored the power he had over me. Ever so slowly, he softly ran his hands over my tits and brushed my nipples. Even slower, he ran his hands up my thighs and over my pubic mound. Over and over, he feinted a slap. Over and over, he made me jump and twitch.

The suspense was driving me crazy. In the end, I was close to begging him to finally slap my funbags or pinch my clit. Anything was better than the teasing.

Out of a sudden, though, he grabbed my chestnut tresses and shoved me forward onto the coffee table. Grabbing my hips, he easily lifted my tiny body up and turned me around, placing me with my back on the table.

"Those fasteners are really intriguing. Would be a waste if we wouldn't use them for the dare, don't you agree Miss Brat?" He asked me, knowing full well that I didn't want to be tied up at all.

Once again, I chose to ignore him although his declaration made my heart beat faster from nervousness. Matt wasn't waiting for a response anyhow, instantly putting it into action instead. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up until my knees were placed left and right from my boobs and my feet were in the air. Then he took my arms and pulled them up to my wrists.

CLICK

CLICK

Using the fasteners, he hooked my rhinestone arm cuffs to the anklets. Once again, my right arm was tied to my right leg and my left arm was tied to my left leg. Only this time, they were tied above my head. I was shackled like a pig to a pole!

In this position with my legs next to my head, my pussy was completely open and exposed. Whatever Matt wanted to do with me, I was at his mercy and he knew it. So he didn't do anything at first. Instead, he slumped back on the couch and started eating his sandwich.

The four guys were happily munching away on their lunch and chatting about the next big Football game while leaving me tied up on the coffee table. All my holes were easily accessible for all of them, and still they totally ignored me.