Jessica's Change Management Ch. 09

The hour crept by in a snarl's pace. Finally, the door opened and D-Rod marched into my office walking straight up to my desk.

"So did you hold the fort? Hehehe!" He asked me. "Always appreciate an office tart taking her job serious. Even if it's a menial task."

Rounding the desk, he stepped next to my chair. Without further ado, he reached between my open legs and grabbed my sopping pussy.

"Looks like you're enjoying your restraints." He commented on my wetness. "Guess you wanna continue then."

I couldn't object as quickly as he grabbed my burgundy leather jacket and opened the buttons. Reaching up with my arms, I tried to stop him but he slapped my hands away.

"You want me to tie up your arms, too?" The Latin macho hissed in annoyance.

I didn't want my jacket opened, but even less I could risk my arms getting tied to the chair. How was I supposed to hide that? So I could do nothing but pout to express my dislike, which made D-Rod chuckle.

"In the end, you'll thank me for letting you show off your titties to your colleagues, you lil exhibitionistic slut." D-Rod teased me. "You'd get off on that, wouldn't you? Bet you'll be fantasizing 'bout showing your big, ole funbags to Damon 'n Eric for some time."

No! I wanted to shout. But he wasn't so far off. After all, the thought of serving my colleagues as the office pet had crossed my mind during the last meeting.

Stepping away from me, D-Rod sized me up to check his handiwork. With the buttons open, my burgundy leather jacket had opened up and hung loosely off my teardrop-shaped boobs like drapes. It was basically held up by my pointy, rock hard nipples. The inner half of my boobs was exposed and my cleavage stood open in a wide v-shape that reached down to my bellybutton with the cupless corset peeking out.

My outfit was more than indecent. It was totally lewd and more than inappropriate for work! Apparently, though, D-Rod wasn't satisfied with teasing me. Turning around, he walked out of my office and left the door open.

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" I incredulously asked the macho thug. "Are you trying to expose me before Matt does?"

I couldn't believe he was taking all these risks! I was chained to my office chair and couldn't move away from my desk. That left me in plain sight! Anybody walking down the hallway could see me!

"We gotta play along for today, don't you remember, fuckdoll?" He explained. "Gotta top the motherfucker or he'll sniff us out."

I didn't like D-Rod's explanation but it made sense. All week long, Matt had been challenging my man and tried to assume the status as the alpha male. The Latino had always reacted by upping the ante and I had even encouraged him. He couldn't go soft now, not without Matt noticing that something was going on.

Leaving me in my office, D-Rod even left the door open. So much for upping the ante. Chained and exposed, I was left on pins and needles. I felt like living in a goldfish bowl. All the time, I prayed for D-Rod to come back and end this charade while my mind continued wandering off fantasizing about the things the Latino would do next to my bound and helpless body.

Every little sound on the hallway made me jump on my chair in anxiety. As much as I was able to jump with my legs chained anyhow. Every little sound on the hallway gave my pussy a jolt from excitement. Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the parquet. They were coming closer!

It was O'Bannon! It was the CEO! He was in such a hurry, though, that he rushed past my open office door. A couple of minutes later, he left for another business meeting. Once again, he hurried past my office and only gave me a short nod. Still, his appearance almost gave me a heart attack.

I barely had time to catch a breath before I heard some new footsteps. With every step, the noise became louder. With every step, my heart beat faster. Then my heart stopped a beat completely. It was Ortega who walked right up to my office and stopped in my door frame.

"Thanks for taking my calls." He simply said.

A hint of snark was clearly noticeable in his voice as if his calls were more important than any of my work. Somehow, though, I felt like I deserved his derision. After all, I hadn't protested and easily accepted his task.

Before he continued sneering at me, he suddenly hesitated. He looked straight into my eyes and I stared right back! I felt his eyes lowering, scraping over my skin down to my neckline. He was noticing my exposed cleavage!

I wanted to jump up and hide somewhere. But I couldn't escape with my legs chained to the chair. Frantically, I moved my body and pushed the chair sideways. Making it roll to the side, I managed to position my body behind the monitor to hide my open cleavage.

Phew! My disheveled outfit was hidden for the moment.

Still, Ortega had noticed something. Any second, he would walk up to my desk! Any second, he would spot the open buttons and cupless corset!

"Sooo... You got some important calls for me?" Ortega finally asked while giving me a baffled look.

The way he frowned at me, clearly told me that my strange movement had bewildered him for a few seconds.

"Um..." I had expected anything but that question.

"Nope! Not a single one." I replied trying to return his snark by implying that he wasn't as important as he thought.

I could see a hint of disappointment on his face. Still, he seemed satisfied with my reply as he turned away and walked to his office without another word. His disappointment gave me a bit of gratification. Nonetheless, it remained a mystery to me why he hadn't investigated my strange behavior. He must have been in too much of a hurry...

Half an hour later, Ortega left to meet a client, confirming my suspicion and somewhat calming my nerves. This time, he didn't even ask me to act as his receptionist and simply hurried past my door. Guess, he hadn't been satisfied with my previous performance. As if I would care.

Obviously, D-Rod had only been waiting for O'Bannon and Ortega to leave as it only took him a few minutes to stroll into my office with the other interns in tow. The Latino simply walked up to me and ran his finger through my slit. Holding it up, he triumphantly showed off my pussy juices covering his finger.

I groaned when Matt handed my man a five dollar bill. Obviously, they had made a bet about me getting wet from being chained to my office chair. More than ever, I felt like the interns' playtoy to be used any way they liked.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Ooowww!" I yelped when Matt slapped each of my big, ole funbags.

Obviously, he wasn't too pleased about losing the bet.

"Stupid bitch. What a vain, vacant attention whore. Any kind of attention turns you on, doesn't it?" He chided me.

Instead of replying, I glowered at him. After all, it hadn't been me who had asked to get tied up in my office. He wasn't so wrong, however. The more attention the interns paid to my body and the more they used me like an object the more it turned me on.

"Let's see how much she really wants our attention." Taylor suddenly chimed in. "It's time for my round anyways."

While I still processed the black jocks new-found directness, he stepped behind me and grabbed my arms. Pulling them back, he hooked the armlets together behind the back of my chair. Now, both my arms and legs were tied up and I was barely able to move at all. I was completely at the interns' mercy.

"You want me to pay more attention to your fat fleshcans, hussy?" Taylor asked me provocatively.

"Yes sir. Please give my big, ole funbags the attention they deserve." I couldn't help but degrade myself in front of the college boys. "Please, squeeze them as you like, sir!"

"Booh! That didn't sound too serious." Matt couldn't stop barging in.

"We should let her think about it for some time." D-Rod added in reaction to Matt while turning around and motioning the other interns to follow him out of the room.

"No! Pleassse, sir." I groaned in desperation when they all headed for the door.

Gawd! This damned rivalry between the two was grating on my nerves! They couldn't leave me like that. Not with my arms tied as well.

"Please sir, spank this stupid slut. Slap my fat fleshcans!" I grovelled to Matt before he followed D-Rod.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Ow! Ow! Ummmph!"

The arrogant frat boy didn't let this invitation slide, slapping my juicy juggs from left to right before giving each nipple a rough pinch. While squeezing, he started tugging on my nipples until he had tautened my titflesh and made my body rear up. Although it was Taylor's turn of the lipstick dare, Matt was simply taking over without even asking the black jock.

"Ooohhh! What the fuck are you doing." I nagged when he continued tugging.

"You begged for your tits to get squeezed, didn't you Miss Brat? Now, you're getting what you wanted. So shut up, you nagging bitch!" His reply instantly silenced me.

He continued tugging on my sensitive nipples until the office chair started moving. It was rolling forward! He was towing me along like a pull toy! He was pushing me this way and that way!

The other interns howled at the humiliating sight whereas I grunted like an animal as much from shame as from the strain on my titflesh. He didn't stop until he had rolled the office chair away from my desk and into the middle of my office. This was bad, really bad!

"You want more of that?" D-Rod asked when he took Matt's position in front of me.

No, I didn't! Of course not! Yet, I didn't say that. After all, I didn't want them to leave me. By now, my pussy juices were flowing so freely that they had left a wet spot on the seat of my chair. Fuck! I definitely wanted more of that sweet, degrading treatment!

"Yes Sir Da-Rod! Your pet loves the way you pay attention to her slut body!"

By using the office tart like a pull toy, Matt had set the bar high. It would be hard to follow. As D-Rod was my man, though, I wanted to help him along to top the overbearing bastard. My feelings didn't matter.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, I need your touch to my cunt sooo badly! No matter how!" I tried to give him a hint.

"Hm, not good enough, Missy." D-Rod played along raising the stakes even higher.

"Oh, please, sir!" I wailed as hard as I could. "Spit on me! Show me what you think about me!"

SPLASH!

Obviously, my self-degradation had been good enough as D-Rod instantly followed my request and spit a big glob of slobber right into my face. The drool hit my left cheek and slowly dribbled down my skin. The impact made my whole body shudder in disgust while I tore on my restrains.

"Mmm! Thank you, sir!" I managed to choke out a thanks despite my disgust.

However, the guys' hollers weren't as loud as before. D-Rod's action hadn't been as perverted as Matt's. He needed to do something nastier. Exchanging looks, I slightly nodded, indirectly allowing my man to take the next step.

D-Rod took a step back and lifted his leg. A second later, I was shaking in my restrains once again. This time, I couldn't suppress mewling in disgust.

The macho thug had pushed the sole of his shoe onto my spread open pussy and was rubbing it over my shaved slit. I could feel the rough leather sole on my sensitive pussy. I could feel every pebble and soil on my soft skin. It was so gross! I couldn't hold still trembling in my bonds.

Suddenly, he pulled his foot back holding it a few inches away from my cunt. He wanted me to actively work my pussy on his dirty shoe. I lifted my ass off the chair as far as my restrains allowed but it wasn't far enough.

I started bucking up and down while the clasped arm cuffs and anklets held me in place. Over and over, I humped the air with my shaved pussy. Slowly, the office chair started rolling forward. Inch by inch.

Damnit! This was hard work and I started sweating. Nevertheless, I continued humping the air until I was panting. It must have looked more than ridiculous. The tied up office tart pushing her body forward to move an office chair and reach a filthy shoe with her cunt!

I didn't care, though, as long as D-Rod kept the upper hand. The roar of laughter coming from the other interns told me that they enjoyed the pathetic display of the desperate slut. We were right on track!

"Eeeggghhhh!"

When I finally managed to reach D-Rod's foot, he suddenly pulled it away. I had been pushing forward with such force that I almost toppled over with the chair and landed on my face. Shrieking loudly, I barely managed to keep my balance while my big boobs jiggled on my chest and the 'Missy' navel ring bounced around on my tummy.

The laughter turned up another notch. OMG! I was turning myself into an utter laughing stock. I was becoming the office clown entertaining the interns with my ditziness. Even so, my man felt like he had outdone Matt and pushed his sole back against my pussy.

"Ooohhh! Mmm!" I couldn't help but groan from the touch.

D-Rod only needed to rub the sole over my cunt two times before an orgasm swept over me. It made me thrash in my bonds once again. I humped the filthy shoe as if it was the most gorgeous cock I had ever seen in my life.

He kept massaging my twitching cunt all while I was riding out my orgasm. When I was slowly coming down from my high, I was totally spent. Sweat was glistening on my forehead and my thighs were trembling from exhaustion.

As Taylor hadn't even started his round of the lipstick dare yet, he was slowly getting impatient. Without giving me a chance to gather my strength, he stepped behind my back and opened the fasteners of my armlets to free my arms. Then he proceeded to open the fasteners of my anklets, finally letting my legs free, too.

Pulling me up on my chestnut tresses, Taylor turned me around. Shoving me forward, he made me kneel onto the office chair. Guiding me on my hair, he pushed my upper body over the back of the chair. This way, my heavy fleshorbs dangled down on the other side.

He pushed each leg through the gap underneath the armrest on both sides and pulled my arms back. Then he hooked the arm cuffs and anklets together. Once again, I was chained to my office chair.

Walking in front of me, Taylor took the lipstick out of my purse and applied it to my lips. After stowing it back in my purse, he stepped behind me.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned out when I felt him grabbing my butt and giving it a push.

The chair was spinning around. Everything was turning and I couldn't do anything about it. Tied to the chair in my kneeling position, I was completely helpless while the chair spun around half a turn until I faced the black intern.

Without another word, he pushed his erect cock against my lips. Dutifully, I opened my mouth and let him push his mighty tool inside. My lips stretched wide around his thick shaft. Pushing his massive meat pole deep down my throat, he instantly made me gag.

My throat muscles constricted, violently dancing around the thick invader while Taylor held my head in place. My eyes started streaming, tears flowing down my cheeks. Just then, the jock pulled his cock from my mouth and let me catch a breath.

All the while, my heavy boobs were obscenely dangling down the back of the chair. Suddenly, though, I felt a pair of rough hands grabbing my fleshmounds and kneading them. D-Rod had stepped behind my ass and started mauling my big, ole funbags.

Giving a push to my butt, the macho made the office chair spin again. Once again, I was getting turned around at the interns' will. I was nothing but a fun toy for them. Turning around, my face scraped over D-Rod's pants and crotch before I came to a halt.

"Man, I can never get enough of the sight of those tits!" Taylor exclaimed while watching my soft titties swaying sideways.

"Hehehe! Looking through her legs, you can even see her navel ring veering 'round!" D-Rod added with a chuckle.

It must have been a drool-worthy sight because the black jock gave the chair another push spinning me around a lot faster. It took me so much by surprise that I squealed loudly while my juicy juggs swayed wildly and the 'Missy' dangle navel ring slapped left and right against my tummy.

Holding his massive. meaty dick out, it slapped right against my cheek when my face spun back in front of him. The embarrassment of getting cock-slapped burned on my cheeks. But that shame was forgotten as soon as D-Rod touched my engorged clit and sent new waves of pleasure through my body.

Taylor gave my shoulder another push sending the chair spinning again. I couldn't help but squeal again until D-Rod's cock-slapped my face as well. The same moment, Taylor reached out and flicked my clit sending a new jolt of ecstasy up my spine.

"EeeOooEeeggghhh!"

My screech turned into a groan, only to turn back into a squeal when D-Rod gave me another push and sent the chair spinning once more. The two interns were using me as their human humming top, playing with me like kids testing a new toy!

The business executive reduced to a humming top for the silly entertainment of some college boys. More and more, I felt like I only existed for the amusement of these guys.

The two interns continued making me squeal and grunt by turning the office chair, letting their cocks slap against my cheeks, and rubbing my clit. Round and round, I spun until I was getting lightheaded. When they finally stopped playing with their human humming top, I was facing D-Rod's dick.

"My turn!" Taylor exclaimed and gave my butt a shove to make the chair swirl.

"Nope! My pet, my cocksucking mouth!" D-Rod remarked the moment my face spun in front of him.

Before the chair even came to a halt, he gave my ass a new push and sent my body spinning again. Like little kids, the two guys squabbled with one another about who was the first to get his cock in my mouth.

Back! Forth! Left! Right!

The swirling got faster and faster. The swaying of my tits got wilder and wilder. I would have toppled off the chair if I hadn't been tied to it!

"Pleasssse! I'm getting the dizziiiesss!" I finally screamed when the constant turning made me nauseous with motion sickness.

Mercifully, they stopped the spinning and broke into laughter. They hadn't been squabbling for real! They had just tested how much their fuckdoll could take. Damned bastards!

With the spinning over, I was facing Taylor. Despite my lightheaded, dizzy state, I was so excited that I acted like a cum-hungry slut. No niceties necessary. Just hold a cock in front of my face and I'll greedily suck it like a lollipop.

Lunging forward, I tried swallowing the Footballer's meat pole. The black intern had other plans, though. He slid his cock over my face and lips first, letting me feel his control. All the while, my pussy was throbbing maddeningly. I desperately needed it filled with some deliciously hard dick.

I didn't have to wait long to get my wish fulfilled. Grabbing my tiny hips, D-Rod locked me in his tight grip and pushed backwards. With the office chair rolling towards him, he easily split my sloppy slit with his meat tool. After all, my cunt had been fisted before.

I grunted out loud. My moans, however, were instantly muffled by Taylor feeding his massive pole to my mouth. While his cockhead slid down my throat, I felt the thick veins of his massive shaft against my lips, tongue, and gullet. He placed his hands on my head to guide my movements although it wasn't necessary. I didn't relent anyways. The urge to please the boys was overwhelming.

D-Rod rutted me mercilessly from behind pistoning his tool in and out of my pussy. Tied to the chair, I got spit-roasted from both sides. His thrusts up my leaking slit were so forceful that the office chair got pushed back and forth impaling my mouth on Taylor's massive shaft with each stroke up my cunt. My tits felt like they were about to fly off my chest, obscenely rocking back and forth and slapping against the back of the chair.