Jessica's Change Management Ch. 16

My nervousness and agitation was at an all-time high when I heard a zipper opening. The cleaner was taking up the invitation. Of course, he was. Duh! The random dude didn't spent any time on niceties, instantly plunging his hard cock into my pussy. I guess, he snatched the snatch as invited. No pun intended. Tihi!

"Wet 'n ready! Nice!" The guy huffed.

Oh boy! Just then, I realized that my cunny was drippy. Total over-excitement! My body had reacted to the ultra degrading situation in the only way it knew. Every fiber of my being had been geared to creaming my panties when I was getting exposed or treated as an object or made fun of.

Holy moly! My body had been conditioned to respond with arousal to any kinda male stimulus. It totally reduced me to my physicality and left me at the mercy of my sexuality. Everything else became secondary, constantly leaving me on edge. Woah! So many big words!

Whatever! All told, I was a bitch in heat, permanently hot and bothered and needy and worked up. Gasp! To be honest, though, I kinda liked it. All my life, logic and rational thinking had been my guidelines. It was only fair to let emotions and feelings guide me for a change, right? By the way, my easy responsiveness also increased the easiness of penetration. Right now, that was a good thingie.

The fact that the cleaner didn't seem the least bit interested in my face or titties boosted my arousal epically. My looks didn't seem to matter to him. All that mattered was the warm, wet socket he was using to literally play hide the sausage. Gawd! I was an interchangeable, disposable blow-up bimbo doll.

What a realization! It inadvertently made me grunt. That didn't seem to interest the cleaner either 'cause he simply pounded away at my pussy no matter what. The size and girth of his dick was nothing to write home about but it was enough to get my coochie all drippy. By now, it was making squelching sounds already. Gosh! His cock was basically all I knew about that dude. He was a total stranger I wouldn't recognize on the streets. Could you say 'whore' more clearly? Gulp!

Another humiliating factor that only added to my growing arousal. Just as my sobs had gotten muffled by the paper bag before, my groans were getting muted now. Actually, that was a good thingie. I couldn't help but enjoy getting used as a sex object. Yet, I didn't want that random stranger to know about it. For sure!

The cleaner continued fucking my pussy. He didn't dish out any skillful thrusts or stuff, simply pumping my hole in the most raw and straightforward way ever. With my legs and arms tied up, there wasn't much wiggle room. Still, the guy's pussy pounding made my boobies bounce and dance freely on my chest. Not that it mattered to that dude.

Finally, he erupted into me. Planting his cock deep inside my cunny, he shot his seed into me, giving me a massive creampie. As soon as the final drop of cum had spurted out, he pulled out.

ZIP! ZIP!

I heard his fly closing, followed by footsteps that led away. Jeez! The cleaner had busted his nuts and stepped away without giving the set of holes another thought. He was a total stranger and would remain a John Doe forever.

Once again, I was alone, lying in my pillory. Total silence surrounded me while time passed. How much? I couldn't tell. 5 minutes? 30 minutes? Dunno!

Eventually, I heard some new chatter. It was coming closer. I recognized one of the voices. It was the cleaner that had read Justin's note and dumped his spunk in me. The other was a male voice too. Probably another cleaning man. Oh boy! The cleaning crew wasn't done with me. No surprise there! I bet they didn't get a paper bag whore as a thank you gift every day.

"Yo man! Ya filled the bitch to the brim!" I heard the second guy saying. "I ain't here for sloppy seconds!"

Oh great! That new dude hadn't even seen me and started complaining already. No hello, no comment about my curvy body or phat ass or tasty tan. So rude! So ungrateful! I guess the guy wasn't a big believer in that popular saying. You know which one? 'Never look a gift whore in the holes', right?

"C'mon man! Gotta clean out the ditch first. No prob!" The familiar dude with the twig as a dick didn't ease off.

I didn't even notice the slight about my pussy, 'cause I didn't have time for stuff like that. Suddenly, I felt a strange object getting pressed against my crotch. It was hard but narrow. Not a cock for sure, but maybe a dildo or stuff?

One of the cleaners slid the foreign object across my cunny, all the way from top to bottom. The hard thingie didn't widen or broaden, staying straight and narrow. So it probably wasn't a dildo. But what else then?

With my pussy all sloppy, it wasn't hard for the dude to scoop up some cum and slide that object up my coochie. Actually, I totally welcomed getting stuffed again. After all, there wasn't anything else I could do in my tied-up condition. So why not lay back and enjoy the ride?

The dude pushed the object in and outta my cunny. He was really making good on that promise of cleaning out my stove. That way, I got to feel the hard thingie entering my snatch over and over again.

Finally, it dawned on me. It wasn't a dildo. No way! It was a mop, or more like a mop handle. Oh Lordy! The cleaner was using the stick of a cleaning mop to clean me out. The irony! The disgust!

A shudder went through my body, making me shake and jerk on the table as much as my ties allowed. Who knew where the mop had been? Who knew how it had been used before. For sure, it was dirty and grimy! For sure, it was gross and vile! Once again, I was sobbing and sniveling into the paper bag.

Soon, however, I jerked and shuddered even harder when the dude thrust the mop stick back up my pussy. Picking up the pace, he really started drilling my coochie. All the same, my sniveling turned into groaning. For the moment, my arousal outweighed my disgust.

"We ain't got all day!" Twig dude interjected eventually.

"Ah c'mon, don't ya see? The bitch's 'bout to cum any sec." Mop dude disagreed. "Just a bit more motivation needed!"

I so didn't agree, 'cause I was already working my ass off here. Nobody asked me, though. I mean, who would ask an interchangeable, disposable blow-up doll? Duh! Not that they were planning on involving me in their decision-making process anyway.

SLAP! SLAP!

I found out about their motivation tactics the hard way, literally, when two harsh smacks crashed down on my taut and bulging buns.

"Uuummmph! Uuummmph!" I grunted into the paper bag.

Not that the dudes heard me or cared for my reaction, mind you.

SLAP! SLAP!

Two new blows landed on my ass cheeks, reddening them. Feel the burn! For sure, I did! Oh dang! The cleaner was ruthlessly thrashing my butt here! It definitely rivaled the strength of pleasure surging through me.

SLAP! SLAP!

Actually, the pain mixed with the pleasure, totally increasing the intensity. Gawd! I could really cum from this. Getting my cunny fucked by a mop handle and my ass beaten to a pulp literally worked wonders for my lust. Ugh!

SLAP! SLAP!

I couldn't really tell who was working faster. Twig dude pumping my coochie or mop dude pummeling my butt. It didn't really matter anyways. It all became an overwhelming sensation. However, the more slaps crashed down on my soft ass cheeks, the more I noticed what he was using to give me a good hiding. It felt plasticy, big, and unwieldy. So unusual! So weird!

Oh no! Not weird at all! Eventually, it dawned on me. Actually, it was so easy. It was so logical. But that wasn't my strong suit right now. This was the cleaning crew. This was the storage room. Of course, he was using a cleaning utensil. Duh!

From the feel of it, that cleaning tool must have been a plastic dustpan. Oh my god! Oh my ugh! Totally yukky! Totally puky! For sure, it had been placed on the filthy ground! For sure, it had been used to sweep up dirt. Total gross out!

SLAP! SLAP!

The realization that I was getting a thrashing with a super dirty cleaning tool sent an electric shockwave through my body. Seriously? So totally wretched! So totally gross! The revulsion seized my entire being and drove me right to the edge. I was about to cum any moment. I was so close.

"Shit! Ya cleaned the bitch out well." Mop dude exclaimed. "Yo man! The bitch's cream's all over the fucking place! On the ground, on her ass, every-fucking-where."

SWISH! SWISH!

Out of a sudden, I felt something else. Mop dude didn't beat my ass with the dustpan. He did something totally different. Something totally worse!

He had taken the mop from twig dude, turned it around, and swiped the microfibers over my ass. Seriously? Really seriously? He was using the strings to wipe up the cum. So coarse! So moist! It must have gotten drenched with floor-cleaning water not long ago. Oh no! Oh eeegh! Oh ewwww!

I was writhing around in disgust and repugnance and abhorrence. I felt nauseous and sick and queasy. Gawd! I felt every word ever created to express revulsion. The dustpan had been nasty but this was way worse. Ultimate gross out!

No matter what, it should have worked wonders, right? I had been on the edge before and this was the final push. Shoulda, coulda, woulda! In the end, it didn't. The floor-cleaning water was super yukky but also super cold. Too biting cold, so much that it stopped my orgasm for good. Gosh! My mind felt like climaxing whereas my body didn't. So weird! So unfair!

In any case, it left my brain totally blank and exhausted 'cause I couldn't really grasp what had just happened. Getting a workover with cleaning tools had been one of the most disgusting thingies ever. Still, it had also been one of the most exciting thingies ever. Ugh!

However, mop dude was far from exhausted. Actually, he hadn't even touched the thank you gift yet. That was about to change. Content that I was squeaky clean, he finally stepped up to me and acted just as straightforward as his cleaning buddy.

"Ooouuuch!" I squealed.

Evidently, the guy played in a totally different league than twig dude. His cock had a lot more girth, so much that it felt thick as a trunk. Umph! That wasn't the reason for my screaming, though. Nope! My cry had been elicited by the fact that he had driven his member straight up my asshole, just like that.

Oh darn! My tight ringpiece clenched his thick shaft like a vice. I could feel every vein when he started pulling back and forth. The mop, I mean trunk dude, started dishing out an assfucking for the ages.

He pummeled my butt and stretched my bunghole hard and ferociously, rough and tumble. So much that it pushed the glowing pain radiating from my beaten buns into the background. The fact that I was tied up and blind to the action made the ass banging even more vicious and brutal.

Nonetheless, it was exactly what was needed to refuel the fire in my loins. The sensations of getting my bunghole ripped got me back to the edge soon. I didn't really get a chance to build up a climax, though. Trunk dude was fucking my asshole too hard and too steady to keep going for long.

With a massive thrust, he planted his cock balls deep up my bunghole before spraying the insides of my ass chute with his sticky goo. You could say he loaded my trunk 'cause his dick produced some squishy noises when he pulled out.

ZIP! ZIP!

I heard his fly closing soon after. The cleaners, however, weren't done using their thank you gift.

"Yo man, we ain't gonna leave a mess like that." Trunk dude stated.

Holy moly! Cleaning wasn't just his daytime job, right? He really had some kinda obsession with cleanliness or stuff, hadn't he? Enough was enough, wasn't it? Actually, it wasn't.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Time to drain that ass pipe!" Trunk dude said after using the dustpan to land two more blows on my sore and burning butt.

Once again, it wasn't a direct order, but it was clear what I was supposed to do. In my tied-up position, however, there wasn't much I could do, like spreading my ass cheeks or stuff like that. So I could only start clinching and relaxing my anal muscle to try and push out the cumload.

OMG! I had to take a cum dump, right here. So gross! So yukky! Nothing compared to that mop stuff, though. Phew! Even better, my asshole opening and closing was a sight to be seen, mesmerizing any dude ever. That was evident by the cleaning dudes' silence. So awesome! So cool!

CLENCH! RELAX! CLENCH! RELAX!

In my helpless position, I had to work extra hard to discharge the gooey cream. Eventually, a big glob of jizz spurted out. I had no clue where it had sprayed, though. Oh well, it probably had added to the pool of spunk on the ground that trunk dude had talked about earlier. Whatever! My job was done here, right? Possibly, maybe.

Actually, I didn't hear footsteps leaving. Instead, I heard a ripping noise and some scraping. What the fudge? The ripping sound was easy to explain. Twig dude had walked over to me, grabbed the paper bag and torn a hole into it right above my mouth. Oh wow! This was the first time anyone from the cleaning crew was interested in something other than my fuckholes. Yay!

The scraping sound, however, wasn't so easy to explain. That was why I didn't find out what it was before it was too late. After all, the paper bag was still covering my eyes so I couldn't see fudge. I only heard trunk dude's footsteps coming over to me. The two guys must have stood on each side of the table now. Seconds later, some sticky, creamy globs dropped onto my lips. The surprise! It still caught me off guard, so much that I opened my mouth to shout in protest.

Not a good idea 'cause a volley of gooey spunk gushed into my mouth. Trunk dude must have scraped the cum off the ground. Ew! The jizz had been up my pussy, up my ass, and on the ground. Now, it was in my mouth! Ew! Ew!

While I choked and coughed from the unexpected slug of cum, I felt some plastic getting pressed against my boobies. Trunk dude was swiping the dirty dustpan over my funbags, using my titty flesh to wipe off the remaining goo. He must have used the cleaning tool to scoop the jizz off the ground. Ew! Ew! Ew!

The cleaners' cleaning bug might have cleansed the storage room but totally stained me. I had literally been given the shaft. What a raw deal! So unfair! With the dustpan cleaned and the sperm disposed of, the two guys lost any kinda interest in the tied-up human blow-up doll. With their balls empty, they didn't have any use for the paper bag whore anyways.

So they left the storage room and got back to work. They even closed the door and switched the light off. Apparently, there were no other men in the cleaning crew to utilize the free set of holes. Was that a good or a bad thingie? Dunno!

Once again, I was left alone in the dark. Once again, I was way to agitated to get any sleep. Once again, my mind drifted off to my next fashion statement. Before, I had thought about dresses that were head turners but still suitable for the office. Now, I felt way too needy and edgy, so much that all those outfits seemed boring. I wouldn't be held back by any kinda dress code here. Work or no work, office or no office, I had to beat Shelly. That was all that mattered.

The color needed to be saucy, of course. But the style needed to be sassy too, like... leopard print? So wild! Oh, oh! What about combining that? I had seen a pink zebra print mini dress in the mall! Even better! Oh wow, wait! What about going totally risky with nude color! Combining a nude dress with zebra stripes and black lace panels. The bestest! Totally awesome!

My brainstorming must have taken really long, 'cause when I had finally thought up the perfect outfit, the door got re-opened. With the paper bag still over my head, I couldn't see who it was. Another cleaning dude after all? A buddy they had called?

"I see, you were busy as service whore, dolly." A voice rang out.

It was Justin, not another cleaning dude. Yanay! I couldn't really say that I was happy to see the intern again. However, I was happy to get my hands, or more like my holes, on another cock. Yay! Before the sleazeball had a chance to get a quick morning rut, however, the door opened another time. Oh dang! What a revolving door, almost like my fuckholes. Tihi!

"Stop right there!" A voice called Justin out.

It was a female voice. It was Shelly. I wasn't really glad about her arrival either. Actually, I disliked it way more 'cause she kept the intern from plugging my cock sockets. Shoot!

"We're shy of starting work." Shelly reminded the intern.

"So sorry but no time to play around." She chided him. "I still have to get barbie presentable."

"You're saying I'm the one wasting time?" Justin retorted. "It wasn't me who let her go on those errands. It wasn't me who lost track of the bimbo ditz."

"Oh, so you're saying you were such a good chaperone?" The secretary didn't relent either. "Aw, the cockiness. Cute! All your silly games just waste time and risk exposure."

What the fudge was happening? There was an argument erupting between these two. Could this be? So not really. So literally. They were quarreling over me, or more like over chaperoning me.

Un-fudging-believable! Here I was put in pillory with a paper bag over my head while two co-workers were bickering over their babysitting duties. Each one criticized the other for giving me too much of a long leash. So ridiculous! Each one criticized the other for not being strict enough with me. So preposterous!

I had always considered them working towards the same goal. I had always considered them the left and right hand of the devil. Tihi! That was why their beef caught me off guard and totally puzzled me.

Yet, the quarreling went back and forth, to and fro. All the time, they totally neglected me. They didn't even recognize my presence, it seemed. So absurd! I was senior to both in age and experience and work years. Still, here they were arguing about babysitting me, like I wasn't capable of doing anything on my own, like I was holding-up productivity. Totally ridiculous! Totally degrading!

Their beef didn't stop until someone else waltzed through the door. Revolving door and all. I quickly found out that it was Ortega who wasn't amused about the situation. He so didn't appreciate his sidekicks bickering among each other.

"Silence!" He yelled, his voice booming louder than ever. "I am not here to grapple with petty staff issues."

"I have to say, I am disappointed." The Latino told them off, sounding more than annoyed. "Incessantly, I have to deal with incompetent staff."

"Do your job and keep quiet. You cannot do that, I have no use for you, I'm afraid." He continued his rant. "Good Lord, let it rain professionalism from the sky indeed."

"Enough is enough. You get today to show your competence. Both of you!" My boss quickly determined. "Justin works the early shift and Michelle the late shift. The one showing more talent gets the job permanently."

"It's settled." He quickly cut them off when they restarted arguing.

"Now, both of you, clear off!" He ushered them out. "I have 10 minutes to relax. Then I have to deal with that inept team the bimbo was allowed to run into the ground."

"Whoever hired that dummy boob should be fired on the spot, I have to say." The smug exec scoffed. "Miss Bimbo's incompetence is barely conceivable indeed. She can't manage a team or anything other than her manicure appointments for that matter."

Oh wow! That escalated quickly. Kinda like a sweeping blow to all his assistants. Moments earlier he had been reprimanding his two stooges. Now, he was back to his favorite sports of putting me into my bimbo place. Yanay!

Truth be told, I preferred that. After all, I was the office bimbo and daddy should focus on me. Justin and Shelly were only sidekicks. They were only tasked with chaperone duties 'cause of me. They shouldn't distract daddy with their bitching and moaning. On the contrary, it should be me occupying him with my complaints about their bad work.