Jessica's Change Management Ch. 13

Anyhow, I began bouncing my ass up and down. Starting with short bobbing motions, my moves extended until I seesawed my butt up and down Taylor's giant shaft. All the while, I increased the speed of my motions until my ass cheeks bounced and jiggled along. What a show!

"The bimbo candidate is a little showoff, I see." Ortega remarked. "We may test how much the ditzy doll can take in the tank now."

Woah! Showoff?!? What a motherfucker! After all, he was making me do all this stuff, right? Yet, I couldn't deny that I liked the attention he was paying me. After all, as an executive he was really busy, wasn't he?

Apparently, Taylor didn't need an encouragement from Justin this time. I quickly found out why when he placed a bead at my gaping backdoor. The young henchman must have handed the Football hunk my pearl necklace.

What the...

I didn't have time to ask questions 'cause Taylor rudely stabbed my ass chute with the whole length of his massive meat tool, basically pressing the bead inside. He was fucking the pearl necklace up my ass using his cock as something like a driller. Gulp!

"Umph! Umph! Umph!" I grunted and grunted and grunted.

One bead after the other got pumped into my ass. Every time, Taylor used his monstrous flesh hammer to drill the pearl down my ass chute, pulling his dick all the way out after succeeding.

My bowels were getting stretched out. They were really filling up. How much of the bead chain was up there already? One third? Two thirds? I couldn't tell. It felt like he was cramming a firetruck up my butt. I didn't know how much more I could take.

Apparently, the black intern didn't plan on leaving the bead chain hanging down my ass like a tail. He was set on stuffing the entire necklace up my bowels. Oh wow! Oh gross! Totally extreme! Totally unreal!

"Pearls are too classy for a rookie resexionist anyways." Justin mocked me. "Let the office bimbo carry them in her bag, her ass bag. Hehehe!"

Oh gosh! Oh no! I mean, you're not supposed to stuff a necklace up somebody's ass, right? Well, you're not supposed to wear it like a butt tail either, aren't you? I guess I didn't have much ground to argue.

"Stop!" Justin suddenly shouted out. "I bet the bitch wants to kiss her pearls goodbye. Hehehe!"

Huh??? Oh... nooo! I got it! Even though it was too late. Obviously, Taylor had comprehended his fellow intern's message faster than me. Gawd! I was so slow on the uptake but so fast on the arousal.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I yelped when he rudely ripped the beads out of my asshole.

He extracted the chain so quickly that my ringpiece literally danced around each pearl. It vibrated like a subwoofer when my sphincter painfully stretched and constricted with each bead.

"Uuurrrggghhh!" I howled in disgust when the black Footballer crammed the anal beads into my open mouth.

No! Please, not again! This was so yukky. This was so nasty. Totally gross! Totally nauseating!

The bitter taste instantly hit my taste buds and made my head spin. Would this icky taste ever get better? As if! Would I ever get used to it? No way! Barf!

Justin wasn't content with turning me into an ass2mouth slut, though. Instead, he stepped up to me and took over from Taylor. Grabbing the end of the chain, he slowly popped the pearls out of my mouth, one after the other. This way, every bead slid over my lips and left a reminder of its yukky taste right there. Yikes!

In the meantime, Taylor picked up where he had left off and crammed his huge meat tool up my gaping asshole. While the Football hunk proceeded to ream my bunghole, the slimeball let the pearl necklace dangle in front of my face like a pendulum.

"C'mon dollie, kiss your pearls. Fetch your necklace." The young henchman encouraged me in the most mocking manner.

Taylor drilled my butthole so hard that my whole body jerked forward with each thrust. As a result, my mouth got pushed close to the pearl necklace. Opening my lips, I started giving each bead a kiss whenever my head got pumped close to the necklace.

I proceeded until I had kissed every pearl that had previously been planted up my bunghole. As soon as I was done, Justin pulled the bead chain out of my view. Just in time when Taylor started panting and grunting. He was getting close. No wonder, considering the workout he had dished out to my ass.

With a final deep growl, the black Footballer stopped pumping while keeping his thick shaft buried all the way up my butt. Just then, I felt his cock straining and erupting. His blasts were so forceful his cum splashed deep into my bowels.

The moment, his balls were empty and his dick stopped spewing, Taylor pulled his member out of me and stepped away. In contrast to the black intern, I wasn't done, though. His ultra hard ass reaming had brought me close to the edge but I was still dancing on the cliff, ready to ride the waves of my well-earned orgasm.

"We can see the bimbo candidate is able to take a good anal shafting." Ortega declared.

The way he stated that fact in such a casual manner gave my pussy another throb. Oh my god! I was so close to cumming that a humiliating comment almost turned into a trigger.

Justin, however, had other plans. Suddenly, I felt him pushing a bead up my ass. Again! Pearl after pearl, he slipped up my butt, which didn't offer much resistance after Taylor's massive cock had drilled it open like a borehole.

Surprisingly, though, the intern brute stopped after a couple of beads and pulled the pearl necklace back out. Why? Oh, I see. He was holding the chain in front of my face to show me how much it was covered with white, gooey cream. I didn't even need a prompt from the young henchman this time. Lunging forward, I gobbled down the anal beads. Yikes!

"Hihihi!" I giggled when I realized that he was making me eat my ass creampie.

"Hihihi! Hihihi!" I giggled even harder when something else occurred to me.

Justin was turning me into an ass cake muncher after making me an atm machine first. Jeez! By now, I was coming up with these sexist puns myself. So silly! Yet, I almost blared it out in between my giggles.

The taste of the ass creampie wasn't any better, just more slimy. By now, however, it wasn't anything new to me. Yes, the taste was awfully bitter and rank but also really musky and earthy. Most of all, it tasted like sex. Nasty hardcore sex.

Justin wasn't done after a single helping of anal cream. He started going back and forth between stuffing my ass with the pearl necklace, scooping out some ass jizz, and feeding it to me. The rude intern didn't stop until he was certain that he had gathered up the entire cumload.

"We can see the bimbo candidate doesn't spurn semen. A good cum guzzler she is, indeed." Ortega stated.

"So far, it looks like she's better qualified as a sex doll than an ass-istant, though." Justin tossed in.

Dang! I had passed two tests and only failed one. I had successfully completed the silly ass-essment center. Still, the dipshit wouldn't miss a chance to mock my performance.

Obviously, my rival and his henchman were finished assessing the A-scale of the 3D selection model 'cause Justin unlaced the golden tie. At last, I could straighten up again. That was a good thing 'cause my thighs were close to cramping from the awkward position. The taskmaster even removed the tie entirely and put the pearl necklace around my neck instead. Good thing I had cleaned it so well, right?

While shaking out my legs, I noticed that Taylor had already walked out of the office. He had finished his job as Ortega's stunt cock and left. Tearing the bimbo candidate a new one had simply been a job for him, which made it really impersonal and devaluing.

"Congratulations Miss Addams." Ortega told me after stepping up to me.

"I'm glad to tell you that you got the job as my personal ass-istant." He held out his hand for a handshake.

Okay. So it was official now, I guess. I was now proverbially the office bimbo. Should I react with tears or smiles? I couldn't tell. Duh! Smiles, of course. A bimbo is always cheerful and bubbly, right?

Anyways, I reacted with neither tears nor smiles. Instead, I totally surprised myself with my actual reaction. Raising my sculpted, high-arched eyebrows, I reached out. But I didn't grab Ortega's hand to shake it. Instead, I cupped his balls through his pants.

"May your bimbo ass-istant serve you, sir?" I said, purring seductively.

Jeez! I hadn't thought about it but the fact that I still hadn't gotten a hold on my archrival's cock was still totally vexing me. So much that I was unabashedly throwing myself at him. His resistance to my charms made me feel so inept. Oh wow! I needed his attention. I needed his appreciation. I needed his cock in me.

"What makes you think you deserve my cock, ditzy doll?" The Latino snob asked me while slapping my hand off his pants like a pesky fly.

"You didn't really excel at the tasks, I have to say. Actually, your performance was quite the mixed bag, my dear." He talked down to me. "Besides, your lips look far too dry to caress my cock properly. I don't need sandpaper rubbing on my dick, I'm afraid."

Woah! The moment the smug exec alluded to my lips, my tongue flicked out and tested them. Even though I had just slurped up my ass creampie, my lips were still really dry. There were tiny cracks in my flesh beginning at the corners of my mouth. The cum hadn't helped much, either. On the contrary, the salty taste had only increased my thirst while my tongue indeed felt like sandpaper. Oh gosh! I was really fluid deprived. Maybe, that was the reason why I was so slow in my thinking.

Anyways, I had promised myself I wouldn't yield to my loathed rival. I wouldn't ask for his liquid gift. It was so gross! It was so grody! Yet, I yearned for his praise. I yearned for his appreciation. What kind of personal ass-istant would I be if I wasn't capable of turning on my boss?

"Please sir, give me a drink. Please, let me sample your gift." I suddenly blurted out.

Oh Lordy! I had said it. I hadn't thought about it, I just had acted on impulse. My need for attention had outweighed my self-esteem. I had bowed to Ortega's will. I had submitted to my loathed rival. Oh shoot! Oh snap!

I couldn't call it off now, could I? I didn't want to call it off, did I? My mind was too clouded to make that decision right now. So I didn't say anything else, letting Ortega decide for me.

"I believe someone had a flash of wit." My archrival took up the thread. "Who would have thought that possible?"

"Justin, go and make the needed arrangements." The smug exec quickly sent the slimeball out of his office. "We're going to celebrate Miss Addam's hiring with a tad of natural bubbly."

Even though I didn't object, I cast my eyes down to the floor. I felt so ashamed. I felt so embarrassed. Yet, my need for Ortega's cock was overpowering everything else. My pussy was throbbing so hard that it drowned out any other emotion.

"Very well then." Ortega instructed me. "Follow Justin to the drinking fountain."

I didn't understand at first, looking at the Latino snob with eyes wide. A cocksure wave of his hand, however, told me that he wanted me to walk out of his office and find Justin. Wherever he had gone.

Tottering onto the hallway, I saw the slimeball standing at the men's room. He was holding the door open for me like a butler, a butler with a sly grin on his face. My heart was beating in my throat when I walked over to him.

Even though D-Rod had used me in the restrooms on the consultant floor, I had never been to the men's room on the executive floor. Yet, I didn't hesitate to walk inside. Just when I had stepped into the room, the door fell shut behind me. I was all alone.

Looking around, I noticed that the men's room was built the same way as the restroom downstairs. There were four booths on each side with the urinals placed at the end of the room. What was I supposed to do here? Nobody had told me anything.

Checking out the scenery, though, something caught my eye. I stared at it for a few moments, my mind totally blank. Then it dawned on me and my task became clear. In between two urinals, there were two words smeared onto the tiles with red lipstick. Actually, with my lipstick that Justin must have taken from my purse.

The words said 'pissy bitch' and they told everything I needed to know. My rival and his henchman wanted me to kneel underneath the sign. They wanted me placed between the two used and dirty urinals. They wanted me to embody a urinal myself, a human urinal. Shoot! Fuck! Snap! Gross to the max! Grody to the max!

Despite my revulsion, the thought of refusing didn't cross my mind. Actually, no thought crossed my mind at all. Instead, I tottered right over to the urinals and turned around like a good obedient bimbo pet.

Looking at the two urinals to my right and left side, I noticed that the white porcelain rim was covered with yellow piss stains. Ugh! Only Ortega and Justin had been up here on the executive floor today. So apparently, they had dirtied up the urinals like that. Probably, they had planned on this from the start. Yikes!

Whatever! Really compliant, I squatted down. With my back pressed against the tiles, I hunkered down until my head was placed right underneath the writing. Splaying my legs, the hemline of my white pencil dress slipped up. The outfit was so tight that the fabric slid completely up to my hips, exposing my shaved pussy.

Grasping the clunky golden zipper, I pulled it down to fully open the zip neckline and pulled out my big, round boobies. I didn't want my dress to get stained after all. Placing my hands on my naked legs, the white, sparkly tips of my fake French fingernails stood out against my fake-bronzed skin. Opening my mouth, I was ready and waiting for my liquid gift. Oh wow! The white dress kinda matched the white porcelain. I guess I really was a good fit for a human urinal. Duh!

I didn't have to wait long for my archrival to swagger into the men's room. However, when he arrived, he took his time, walking over to the sink to wash his hands extensively. He even whistled some pop tune.

Squatting in between the urinals, I didn't move although my nervousness increased with every passing second. Any moment, Ortega would step in front of me. Any moment, he would pull out his dick and give me his piss to drink.

I would finally see his dick. Yay! I would get pissed on. Nay! I had survived Matt turning me into his pissy bitch. I would survive this, too. However, I wasn't so sure if I would survive without an orgasm for much longer. I desperately needed my loathed rival to make me cum. Oh, the irony!

Eventually, Ortega finished washing his hands and came over to me. Looking down on me, he sized me up from head to toe. As if he hadn't seen me naked yet. He petted the top of my head, stroking my chestnut-golden hair like a kid that had behaved well. Either, he liked the way I had positioned myself underneath the sign or he praised me for being clever enough to understand the hint.

"These are the rules, Miss Bimbo." He began instructing me. "Don't touch my cock in any way, not with your mouth and not with your hands, either."

"If I am so kind to let you drink, ditzy doll, you will swallow it all." He determined. "You may not let a drop end up on the floor."

Gawd! I still hadn't qualified to touch this swellhead's dick. Even though his comment hurt my pride, I nodded while dutifully keeping my mouth open. Pleased with my obedience, the smug exec slowly pulled his zipper down and fished his cock out of his pants.

For the first time, I saw my rival's dick. It was erect, which was strange, 'cause he was about to take a leak, wasn't he? It also didn't look like anything I had seen before 'cause it formed a perfect arch, almost like a reverse 'J' from the side. Apart from that, it had a nice size, not as huge as Taylor's monster cock but about as big as D-Rod's gorgeous rod.

Pushing his dick downwards, the Latino snob aimed at my mouth. My nervousness was at an all-time high. My hands trembled so much I could barely keep them on my thighs. My legs felt like jelly so much I could barely keep squatting in my sky-high platform heels. Goosebumps covered my entire body.

Even though I had braced myself for Ortega to start peeing, the gush hit me by surprise when it finally happened. He must have held back awfully long 'cause it started spraying like a fire hydrant.

The stream of piss was so forceful that it hit the back of my throat, instantly making me choke and cough. Squirming and writhing, my body contorted while I heaved. It totally threw me off track so I almost let Ortega's liquid gift dribble out of my mouth. Phew! What a close call! I didn't want to break his rules right at the start.

While I twitched and twisted, the smug exec stopped peeing altogether. Oh wow! He must have had a heck of control 'cause he waited until I had stopped coughing. With my head back in place underneath the lipstick writing, he aimed his piss slit back at my open mouth.

Letting me look at his cockhead for some time, he once again started peeing all of a sudden. This time, however, I was better prepared. Tilting my head a bit, I placed my mouth in a better position so the piss stream hit the roof of my head.

On and on, the natural bubbly poured out in a constant yellow gush, filling my mouth. Loud bubbling noises echoed through the restroom when my oral cavity got flooded to the max. Keeping my head tilted, I did my best to keep any liquid from dribbling out. That was about all I could do anyways.

With the piss level slowly rising in my mouth, I got treated to the full flavor. Ugh! It was so vile and so rancid that tears welled up in my eyes while I desperately tried to keep myself from gagging. Did it taste as bad as my anal flavor? At least! Actually, it was even more intense.

When my mouth was brim-full with the yukky yellow fluid, Ortega stopped peeing again. He waited until I had swallowed every little drop. Gosh! What a load! It was so much that it took me several gulps.

With every gulp, the stale, disgusting taste intensified until my head was spinning. Yet, I dutifully reopened my mouth when it was empty. Just as soon, my cocky rival restarted pissing.

However, he seemed to get bored with his human urinal 'cause he stopped pushing his shaft down. As a result, his arched cock pointed upwards and his piss squirted out in a wide arc.

Oh boy! He almost caught me by surprise 'cause I barely managed to throw my head back. Just in time, when his pee hit me. With my mouth turned upwards, the piss arch ended right between my open lips. Phew! Another close call!

In this position, however, I couldn't let Ortega fill up my oral cavity with his liquid gift. Instead, the yellow fluid flooded right down my throat. The constant flow of yukky pee made me choke and I started gagging.

Oh no! I retched up some of the natural bubbly. Lucky me, my tilted head kept the pee from flowing out. Still, getting filled up like that was super uncomfortable and I continued gagging and choking pitifully.

Eventually, Ortega's dick stopped leaking. His bladder must have been empty by now. Darn! No one could hold so much pee! Anyhow, I was extremely relieved that the ordeal was over.

My workday wasn't over yet, however, 'cause the Latino snob grabbed my chestnut-golden hair and pulled me up. As soon as I had straightened up, he made me bend over with a tug on my tresses. Turning me around, I faced the white tiles while my naked ass was stuck out enticingly. Keeping his firm grip on my hair, Ortega stepped next to me. He still had his hard cock in his hand.

"We should not leave the restrooms dirty, I believe." He explained. "Indeed, you might want to stick out your tongue, Miss Bimbo. You don't want to spill my pee, remember?"