Jessica's Change Management Ch. 27

Oh jeez! The slimeball was totally derailing my video chat. Even though I had made such great progress! Even though I had been close to wrapping this thing up. Totally unfair! Totally unnecessary! In high dudgeon, I shot furious glances at the young student, or more like at the camera, 'cause he was filming me from his point of view by now.

As if it bothered the boobmeister. If anything, he totally treated me like a sex object, as in using me like the fabricated fuckdoll the surgeon had worked so hard to achieve. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the vibrator. Pulling it outta my pussy, he plunged it up my bunghole in a swift motion. While I still gasped from the sudden anal stretching, he pulled his cock from his pants. As it was already rock hard, he went straight for the kill and thrust his meat tool up my cunny.

"How's this for a bomb-ass promo?" He basically asked his bros from behind the camera.

Of course, they responded with a round of loud cheers and jeers. Quelle surprise! Of course, it encouraged my ex-intern to start pumping my pussy with deep hard strokes while filming the action in POV style. My reaction? I was basically speechless with astonishment. More importantly, I was really upset about this unnecessary extra time, so I literally stared open-mouthed at the young dude, or more like at the camera.

Anyhow, every thrust not only stretched my snatch but also pushed my emotional pendulum to the bright side until I began responding to each dick stroke with an excited moan. With every smacking sound, my gushy glee gained momentum until my furious glances ceased and my eyes glazed over instead.

Oh my gosh! The demanding douche simply took what he wanted, giving me a hard and rough dickdown that made me worry the side table might collapse. Needless to say, the rude style was totally turning up my bimbo bliss. More importantly, though, there was a silver lining, 'cause Justin was way too aroused to fiddle around, so he wouldn't last for long.

Mood swing!

The burst of endorphins eventually made me cheer for the boobmeister, which I did with moans and groans. The more my juices got stirred, the more I started coming up to meet Justin's strokes. Lifting my legs to chest level, I spread my thighs wide to give him better access to my cunny, or more like present my smooth shaven coochie and phat pussy lips to the camera in the bestest way ever.

Justin was totally single-minded, as in pumping away without any deviation, using me like a porno puppet to get him off. Every thrust made the wooden furniture creak. Every stroke lifted the front table legs off the ground. Every jab banged the side table against the wall.

As the demanding douche was fully focused on his own pleasure, it was my job to make this a sizzling hot scene, wasn't it? For this reason, I cupped my bulging beef balloons and squeezed them until they bulged out epically. Then I began mauling each monster melon as if I were literally trying to knead my titty meat into smooth dough. Tihi!

All the while, I looked into the camera. Keeping my ultra inflated dinghy lips open, I grunted unashamedly while I raised my thinned eyebrows in the most teasing way ever. Eventually, I grasped my nippies super firmly and used them like handles to pull my jumbo juggs off my chest. Holding my boobastic boobies in their stretched-out place, Justin's hard thrusts made my titterrific titties jiggle and wobble massively. That must have been a helluva sight for the frat boys, right?

In any case, it was enough to drive my ex-intern over the edge. He got so excited that he almost dropped his smartphone, which gave him a stop. Just when he was ready to blow his load! Dang it! All the while, I felt his hard tool straining inside me, which got me equally excited, so much so that I rooted for him to flood my cunny.

"Oh, yesss! Oh, baby! Butter my muffin!" I gushed. "You see, that's the perks of the boobmeisters. They're, like totally, the only dudes allowed to fill up my baby maker. For real!"

Oh wow! That must have been a helluva dirty talk, right? Oh shoot! The original boobmeister let his dick plop from my snatch before cumming. Evidently, my comment to the camera had reminded him that he was shooting a teaser trailer here. Oh no! That hadn't been my intention. Oh damn! This time, my mind games had misled me.

Anyhow, Justin was walking backwards while he continued filming me. Waving his finger, he signaled me to follow. Oh boy! Who was I to defy such a demanding douche, right? That was why I hopped off the side table still lively and cheery. In the process, my bulging beef balloons bounced massively, which reminded me that I needed to present my extra expensive, extrawhordinary endowments in the bestest light 'cause promo. After all, that was what they were made for, right?

Following Justin into my living room, I leaned forward until my jumbo juggs dangled off my chest. I also pursed my dick-sucking lips to give the dirtiest duckface ever 'cause I had a new idea. If I wanted to bring this promo home and absolutely convince the frat dudes, I had to crank up the smut factor to the boiling point. Actually, that thought wasn't just clever but also a total turn-on. Yay!

Putting it into action, I started licking my dinghy lips in a super raunchy display before I pressed some drooly spit through my pout trout. Letting the slobber stick to my inflated flesh tubes, I slowly made the spitball slip off, so it formed a drooly thread while pouring down onto my boobastic boobies. As soon as the spittle had landed on my fake fleshglobes, I let a new gush of slobber bubble from my bulbous lips, as in rinse and repeat. What a purr-fect presentation of my ultimate upgrades!

Step! Step!

Pinch! Pinch!

When I got close to Justin, he suddenly reached out and pinched me. With his trademark rudeness, he squeezed my super sensitive body parts, as in my right and left nipple. In fact, he tweaked and pushed them until I almost toppled over. That came outta nowhere! That was undeserved!

Mood swing!

Jeezus! I was doing all the nasty work here! I was acting like a prime pornstar here! All this effort, so my ex-intern could concentrate on shooting the darn teaser trailer. I was going the extra mile, as in giving his frat bros a super slut show, and that was the thanks I got? Totally unfair! Totally infuriating!

"Didn't you say you're a classy girl, dollie?" The slimeball hadn't forgotten my previous statement. "All I see is a sassy slut!"

Oh sheesh! That came outta left field. That left me scrambling. After all, we were still shooting the promo, so I had to tag along. Cling together, swing together, right? Still, I was super vexed that the slimeball kept on prolonging this teaser trailer. Dang it! No matter what, I didn't have much time to mull it over, so I resorted to the tried-and-tested strategy of throwing stuff at the wall.

"You see! Us girls, we're complex. Too complex, it seems. So, you need a twat translator!" I explained, sounding kinda reproachful. "We're all shy 'n graceful, so we don't always say what we mean."

Oh wow! What a bullshit babble! What a hit with the fratsters! As evidenced by the loud laughter coming through the speakers.

"Like when I say 'I'm a classy chick'!" I quickly elaborated. "That actually means 'I love assy dick', as in 'I'm an ass-to-mouth..."

Holy cannoli! Remember what I said about bringing the smut factor to boil? Holy moly! I choked on my last words 'cause something got stuck up my throat. Unsurprisingly, Justin got down to action all too swiftly, stepping up to me and reaching around my hips with his free hand. Rudely ripping the vibrator from my butthole, he lifted it up to my mouth and literally shut me up!

Oh my gawd! I totally disliked the bitter taste. Oh my gosh! I totally shot daggers at the rude dude. Remembering the promo, however, I forced myself to look extra eagerly at the camera. Pushing my dinghy lips over the smooth surface, I sucked on the vibrator while cooing loudly as if I was literally tasting a five-star meal. Darn it!

"You wanna say something else, you classy chick?" Justin asked me.

From the tone of his voice, I knew that this was a trap 'cause clear-headed. As much as it riled me up, the degrading treatment also sent an ecstatic surge through my body 'cause bimbo bliss. Actually, it was obvious where the demanding douche was going with this. He wanted me to continue that silly twat translator shtick. OK, fine! He could have it 'cause I was getting really good at making up random stuff, wasn't I?

"Oh, man! Don't you know? Us classy girls, we're taught to be super polite." I sounded super reproachful. "So... when we ask to cum, that actually means 'Don't let me cum yet, I haven't earned it'!"

"Hehehe! That truly sounds like classy logic." Justin chuckled. "So, you wanna cum, bimbo ditz?"

Of course, I knew where this was going. I had literally set the ball rolling, so I couldn't back out now. That was why I nodded in response although I was kinda nervous about the slimeball's reaction, which came lickety-split.

Evidently, Justin had noticed how much the mistreatment of my extra expensive, extrawhordinary endowments had provoked my anger. Consequently, he followed up on that. How? By reaching out and pinching my dinghy lips. Oh my gosh! Could you believe it? He really gave my pout trout a nip. Gasp! On top of that, he pulled his hand down, forcing me to follow along. As a result, the boobmeister made me kneel down in fronta the camera. Oh my gawd! Could you imagine it? He used my bulbous lips like some kinda fleshy handlebar. Gulp!

"What they say 'bout a stiff upper lip? Hehehe!" My ex-intern taunted me.

"Nip 'n tug those nipples, bitch!" He instructed me.

Oh, damn it! My nervousness had been more than justified. The combination of humiliation and pinching was certain to stifle my arousal and keep me from cumming. In a way, I had asked for it, hadn't I? Still, I was scowling and glowering at my former intern who filmed the super degrading scene, what with me on my knees pinching and twisting my boobnops while I was getting led through the room by a lip grip. That must have been a helluva sight for the frat bros!

As reaction, I heard a round of cheers and hoots coming through the speaker, which didn't really reduce my indignation. Oh boy! Mere moments ago, the boobmeister had been single-mindedly focused on dropping his load as quickly as he could. Now, he had rediscovered his hobby of mocking me. Gulp! As a result, he was turning this quick, little titty teaser into a full-blown porno. Gasp!

WEDGIE!

Oh my god! Super suddenly, Justin let my inflated lips go. Super quickly, he reached down and grabbed the pink thong that peeked out over the waistline of my skirt. Super rudely, he gave it a major pull. The thin fabric dug into my perineum and split my pussy lips, so much so that it basically forced me to my feet. You wouldn't believe how fast I scrambled onto my platform heels. You wouldn't believe that I kept pinching my nipples extra coarsely. Darn it!

As soon as I was on my feet, my former intern gave me a push. Stumbling forward, I almost bumped against the wall of my living room. Letting go of my nipples, I barely managed to use my hands to stop my movement before my bulging beef balloons literally acted like airbags and hit the wall. Dang it!

As a result, I stood there with my ass stuck out in a slightly bent posture. With my palms against the wall, it must have looked like I was ready for a 'stop and frisk'. Instead of patting me down, though, my former intern pulled the thong outta my ass crack and tugged it underneath the curve of my left butt cheek. With my cunny exposed, he played with my zipper piercing and gave my engorged clit a buncha flicks.

Oh wow! After the pressure from the wedgie came the pleasure from the clitty. As a result, an electric surge flashed through my body and exploded in my pussy like a current pulse. As a consequence, my legs got all wobbly, literally like jelly legs. To prevent a slip and fall, I pressed my fat, fake funbags against the wall until my rock hard nippies scratched over the rugged ingrain wallpaper.

Mood swing!

Oh gosh! The way I used my monster melons as airbags plainly demonstrated the absurdity of the situation. At the same time, the added sensations cranked my pleasure up to a whole new level. The combination got me totally giddy with excitement, which brought my emotional pendulum back into action. As a result, I literally bubbled over with bouncy breeziness like a livewire.

"Any other twat translations we should know about, ditzy doll?" Justin inquired.

"Of course! Duh!" I responded becoming increasingly gleeful. "You know, us classy chicks, we wanna be treated with respect. Fer shure!"

"Oh baby, what you think? How do you show the utmost respect, like totes?" I asked rhetorically. "So easy! Duh! A classy chick saying 'Be more respectful' actually means 'Be more bossy 'n own my ass'. You know, like, 'Grab my hair 'n fuck my ass'. For real!"

"Oh, I see! That makes sense." My ex-intern quickly followed up, mocking me in the process. "As a classy girl, how you want me to treat you then, dollie?"

He didn't really have to ask. I had literally made my bed, so I had to sleep in it now, right?

"Please, baby! Treat me with the most respect ever 'n totally make me cum." I went the extra mile.

To nobody's surprise, Justin didn't have to be told twice. Stepping up to me, he grabbed my blonde tresses and pulled on them. Meanwhile, his erect member slid between my ass cheeks. Pulling me backwards with the hair grip, he actually pushed my boobastic boobies off the wall while slipping my asshole over his rigid cock, literally like a fleshy glove. With his cockhead buried up my ass chute, he forcefully bumped his crotch against my butt cheeks. Impaling the whole length of his shaft up my bunghole, my jumbo juggs got squashed against the wall from the impact. Umph!

Once again, the original boobmeister picked up where he had left of, acting as recklessly as rudely. Only this time, he was churning out my ass by pulling my body back while thrusting his hips out. That way, every stroke ground my rock-hard nipples into the wall with full force. What a friction! What a grind! It added another sensation to my arousal, further stoking my bimbo bliss. Pant!

"So... can a classy chick... do a gaping trick?" My ex-intern continued taunting me while panting for breath.

What a silly rhyme! What a heavy hint to my twat translator shtick! Giggling in response, I was pretty sure that my sinkhole was wide-open from the massive onslaught. That was why I reached back and put my hands on my ass cheeks. After all, this was my chance to show off my glittery pink stiletto nails and golden rings. Spreading my buns wide, I let Justin zoom in on my raw ringpiece. He was becoming quite the camera man here, wasn't he? In any case, it must have been a helluva tunnel vision for the frat bros!

"Oh, Miss Bimbo! That's what you wanna sell as a gaping trick?" The boobmeister suddenly chided me. "That ain't no winking but squinting!"

Mood swing!

I had expected anything but this! Instead of compliments, I earned a good telling-off. That caught me totally off guard. More so, the devaluation was aggravated by the frat dudes agreeing with the slimeball and sending a round of boos through the speakers. This was totally frustrating 'cause I was really trying to give the boys a super slut show. This was totally disappointing 'cause it was a real blow to my bimbo skills. This was why it triggered me and made my emotions flare up.

Huffing and puffing in outrage, I couldn't let this blemish stain my reputation. I couldn't let this stigma rest on my name. That was why I quickly got to work with highest motivation. Keeping my butt cheeks spread, I dug both my index fingers into my sinkhole and started stretching my anal muscles into all directions. Bright side? Another chance to show off my long, fake stiletto nails and sparkling accessories. Not so bright side? I didn't receive any cheers or encouragements when I let my fingers slip out to give the gaping trick another chance. Damn it!

With my frustration growing, I thrust my middle fingers up my ass chute and added my ring fingers for good measure, so my forefingers and pinkies basically formed a glittery pink frame around my butthole. Even though my bunghole felt super stuffed, I continued stretching my raw ringpiece as if I were trying to tear me a new one. When I was pretty sure that my rectum had turned into a cleft crater, I pulled out again.

"Well, well, well! Maybe, good for a sassy slut, but not good enough for a classy chick." Justin didn't let me off the hook.

Oh jeez! I was ready to go for the slimeball's throat. He was totally toying with me! He was totally belittling me! However, it was having an effect on me, 'cause it goaded me into going to extremes. Looking back over my shoulder, I flashed furious glances at the camera while I used my right hand to spear my cornhole with four fingers at once. When I rudely drove my thumb up my ass, my face turned into a pouty grimace in addition to my scowling. What a contrast! I was totally fisting my asshole for the frat boys' bimbotainment. What an effort!

At least, I heard some glasses clinking through the speakers, so the dudes obviously enjoyed my fisting festival. Finally, some positive reinforcement! Finally, some moral boost! Of course, it didn't fail to have the desired effect, as it totally spurred me on. As a result, I started abruptly yanking my fist from my bunghole to show off my glorious gape before plunging my clenched hand back up my ass chute. It might have sounded excruciating but I was way too motivated to feel anything but pure excitement.

RIP! PLOP! GAPE! RIP! PLOP! GAPE!

Every pullout got accompanied by a wet, popping noise that was as vulgar as obscene. What a helluva sound for the frat bros! Every impalement got accompanied by a pouty grimace with my inflated flesh tubes pursed epically. What a helluva sight for the fratsters! Every action caused a roar of cheers. What a helluva encouragement for me!

Obviously, it was also a helluva turn-on for my ex-intern. That was why he stepped back up to me while zooming out. Just when I had embedded my fist up my ass for another time, he plunged his meat member up my pussy. Oh jeez! I was getting double penetrated. Oh sheesh! I was crammed chock-full. Oh my gosh! The sensations were epic! Oh my gawd! The sensitive membrane separating pussy and ass got grinded massively!

Mood swing!

Oh wow! It had been a long and hard road, but I was finally getting the recognition I deserved. In combination with the immense pleasure, it was enough to spark my bouncy breeziness. In the end, I was still the bestest bimbo! Yay!

Another thrust, another giggle! With my gushy glee returning with full force, I started moving my fist in the opposite rhythm to Justin's strokes. Squashing my fat, fake funbags against the wall, I felt like I was about to burst, or more like some part of me was about to burst. In a way, it was like a rat race between my bulging beef balloons and crammed cornhole to see what was getting a harder workout. Gasp!

Oh wow! The nasty action really drove me on, so much so that I basically used the fist up my ass to milk my ex-intern's meat tool in my pussy. So nasty! So filthy! So effective 'cause a coupla moments later, he let his straining dick slip from my leaky pussy. Oh yay! This time, the original boobmeister couldn't restrain himself anymore. I barely managed to yank my fist from my ass before Justin turned me around and pushed me onto my knees. I only just managed to get my boobastic boobies in fronta his dick when his balls erupted. His thick cream basically launched from his dick, literally like several jizz missiles. In response, I reacted super quickly, cupping my titty flesh to catch all the goo with my titty meat. Like a prime porno puppet, I was mostly sex-cessful, what with most of the sticky white cream coating my bosom buddies with thick, slimy ribbons. With a twinkle in my eyes, I lifted my monster melons to my bulbous lips and gave the titty glazing a lick.