Bimbo Barbi moves in with Mr. Howard, becomes his 24/7 bimbo.
CHAPTER 6: A SPECIAL WEEKEND
"Another weekend that I won't be needing a change of clothes, sir?" Barbi asked as she climbed into the passenger seat of his luxury sedan. He had followed her to her apartment building, where she left her car in the parking lot and got right into his.
"Why should this be different, my wonderful sexy bimbo?" he uttered. "You can always wear that if we go out to eat. Otherwise, how will you be dressed?
"Naked, of course, sir," she giggled. She loved being naked, and naked was the way he wanted her when at his house.
It was a little more than a month after that day when she was anally gang banged in the office. Five men fucking her asshole. The way it felt after, she wondered just how much anal she had experienced before that. Mr. Howard said she had. Mr. Howard knew so much. Unlike her, a simple bimbo who could have trouble adding without her fingers. Unless, of course, she was in front of a computer. Then, everything was possible. Why that was would be a mystery forever, she decided.
Friday night and another great weekend with Mr. Howard. Barbi loved what the office gave her. Somehow, with a computer, she was able to provide research that could dramatically aid the outcome of a case. Then, of course, there was the bimbo side of being in the office: her clothes were ultra-revealing; her thongs were left on her desk in full view rather than on her; and the guys took advantage of her being a bimbo with fucks in the special office-bedroom or requesting blowjobs.
She loved it all, but it was the weekends that became her favorite time and experience. Mr. Howard frequently said how she made his home more alive with her energy. At the same time, she honored his desire to bring work home, so she was quiet and respectful when he was inside his home office. Not that she wouldn't become antsy with the need to be pleasing him or for him to be using her, if he remained in his office too long.
They entered the house through the garage, and she immediately went up the stairs to the bedroom. She was removing the blouse she wore that day as she entered the bedroom and went to the huge empty closet where she would hang it. There was another equally large walk-in closet where he had his clothes. After hanging her skirt next to the blouse, she sat on the small chair in the closet to remove her heels and stockings. Now, she was ready. SheI looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Her cunt was shaved last night in preparation for the office and weekend. The scale in her apartment bathroom said she was maintaining her desired weight, and her visits to the fitness club seemed to be doing the trick in keeping her body toned. She lifted her tits and smiled. Men like big tits. Mr. Howard loved her big tits. He loved to see them bounce and sway, which was why she was never to wear a bra.
She turned to leave the closet with the intention of going back downstairs to find Mr. Howard and maybe find something to prepare a simple dinner for him. At the office during the week, she was his office bimbo and researcher. On weekends, she was his bimbo and attended to other needs such as picking up around the house, cooking, and doing the laundry that didn't go to the dry cleaner. She loved doing everything she could for him, and those activities kept her busy when he was in his home office.
Instead, she found him waiting by the bed, his jacket and tie off. He held out his arms, and she rushed the few feet to melt into them. She raised her face to kiss him as he stroked over her naked back and ass. She pressed her hips into his and felt his cock pressing back.
She moved a hand to cover the front of his slacks. "I like the feel of this, sir," she softly said. "May I take care of it for you?" she giggled, "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, sir. A blowjob or fuck?" she asked with rising arousal.
He chuckled, "We'll see, dear, we'll see. Who knows which hole I'll end up cumming in?"
She began unbuttoning his shirt, but shifted to his slacks when his fingers replaced hers. She dropped to the floor to assist in removing his shoes and socks before dropping his slacks and pulling his underwear down. His magnificent cock sprang out at her, 10 inches of thick cock that, so far, diminished somewhat the experience of all other cocks.
Her fingers grasped his hardening cock with a tender hold that reflected the devotion she held for the man. His cock was a way for that to be expressed, but her service to him on weekends was another. A bimbo life can be simplistic, but weekends gave it a purpose and direction that seemed to complete her.
She had his cock in her mouth as she gently massaged his large balls. Everything about him aroused her. His large cock in her cunt or ass, his large balls that filled her holes with cum, his confident, driven persona that exuded power and influence. She gave herself over to all of him.
He lifted her gently but firmly to her feet and backed her to the bed. She quickly turned and pulled the covers to the foot of the bed so they wouldn't get dirtied by their fucking. She knelt on the bed expectantly waiting for some small indicator of how he wanted to begin using her body for his release. It was always about his release despite her own needs. Her mind flashed, 'My body and holes are Mr. Howard's for fucking and climax. Giving him release and pleasure is my pleasure.' She also knew that she would always achieved orgasms with his fucking, many times more orgasms than his climaxes.
He pointed to the side table, and she scooted over to get the tube of gel. She squeezed a glob into her hand and coated his cock head and shaft. She then handed him the tube and turned away from him, putting her chest and face on the bed and spreading her ass cheeks to expose her asshole. She felt him spread gel over the outside and press some inside. He sawed a finger in and out for a moment before adding a second and then a third finger. He was good to her. His cock was so thick that it always challenged her to take it the initially. After he had fucked her ass, even if he moved to her cunt, he could return to her ass with less effort.
When his fingers left her and she felt his cock at her puckered hole, she released her cheeks and pressed herself up onto her elbows. He pressed against her hole, and she pressed back against him. Getting past her sphincter was the effort. Once inside, he would wait a moment, but each time it seemed to require less and less time for her ass to adjust to the invasion. This was the time. She felt his cock open her sphincter and pop inside with far less discomfort.
"Fuck me, sir, don't pause for me. Fuck me. Take my ass as you please," she grunted.
He pressed hard, pulled back, and thrust harder. His cock was sliding in and out, and his thighs pressed against hers. She moaned. Finally, she smiled. She took his cock without that pause of acceptance. Just another fuck hole for him now.
He fucked into her hard, and her ass sent waves of stimulation through her body and cunt, nerves joining the two, firing despite penetration in just her ass. Her tits were swinging and dancing below her in wild motion, which he liked. He leaned over her, his hips fucking his cock into her as his hand attempted to capture a wild tit as if it was playing a game of keep-away. When he caught it, he mauled it, then captured the nipple, pulling, twisting, and pinching it. He released the tit and nipple and moved his hand to her cunt. First, he maul her engorged clit before thrusting fingers into her empty cunt. She predictably orgasmed, crying out her release, her ass clenching tightly around the pounding cock, her cunt spasming around his fingers.
He never slowed in his fucking during her first orgasm, and he didn't then, either. It was a delicious, mind-numbing fucking as her arms and legs and stomach muscles quaked and shivered through the orgasm.
He pulled out of her ass, causing an involuntary groan of frustration at the loss of his cock, even though her mind should have known he wasn't through with her. He flipped her over and pressed her legs back against her chest and thrust his cock into her cunt. She moaned with the sudden and welcome feeling of fullness again. After long minutes of his powerful fucking, there was something new. With her legs pressed against her chest, her cunt and asshole were fully exposed. His cock plunging into her cunt, several fingers were suddenly thrust into her asshole. She groaned out with increased stimulation. His finger curled and pressed up into the thin membrane separating the two holes. She could feel the pressure of his fingers against his thrusting cock.
"Oh … my … God …" she gasped. "Your mind … is … amazing …" She moaned. She looked into his eyes. She saw the strain there. His cock was rigid inside her, and she felt the first pulses of his impending release. "Cum, sir. Oh … fuck yessssss … cum inside … me, please. I want … your cum … to fill me," she gasped and groaned. He grunted and thrust extra hard as if to get impossibly deep inside. She orgasmed a second time as he filled her with his cum.
After a moment of required recovery of her senses and strength, she was lying next to him. Not alongside him but at his hips as she sucked and licked his cock clean, his cum and her juice along with the musky hint of her ass.
She wiggled up to cuddle against his side once she was finished cleaning his cock. She sighed contentedly with her arm across his chest and a leg over his. His hand stroked over her back to her ass. They were both sated … for the moment, anyway.
She giggled, "It was my cunt this time."
He chuckled, remembering the earlier question of where he would cum.
She softly stroked his cock as they relaxed post-fucking. There was no intention in her actions on his cock. She simply enjoyed the feel of it in her hands, in her mouth, cunt, and ass for that matter, too. But, at the moment, it was in her hand. Impossibly, she thought, it began to change. A change in growth became obvious, even if small at the moment. She looked up at his face and found him with apparent concentration about something, thinking about something, but that something had to be sexual to cause his cock to respond.
She rose enough to straddle his body and adjusted her position so her cum-filled cunt spread over his cock. She gently, slowly, flexed her hips to slide her slick cunt over his cock. She smiled as she felt it begin to grow a bit more.
That seemed to break his thoughtfulness, too. "What are you up to, my sweet bimbo?" he softly uttered as his hand rose to caress the side of her face. She turned her face to kiss his hand, then lowered to kiss his lips. "You intent on fucking me, again?"
"Sir," she replied, "it is your cock moving that inspired me." She gazed into his face as she continued to slowly move her cunt over his still slowly growing cock. There was no urgency. He could fuck her anytime over the weekend or all weekend if he desired. "What were you thinking that caused your cock to respond?" She rose above him and slid her cunt a bit more intentionally over his hardening cock. "You know I'm not complaining. My cunny cunt could never have too much of your wonderful cock. I'm just curious. I know you say my bimbo body excites you, but this felt different."
"Fuck me," he simply said. She rose, grasped his hardened cock, and sat down fully on it, her cum-filled cunt sliding down the shaft with ease. "Hmmmm …" he gasped, "you are a miracle for me, Barbi. You entice my cock to fucking more than I would think possible." She rose up and back down on his cock, her cunt muscles squeezing as she did. "Tell me honestly, dear," he said, grasping her swaying tits in his hands, "and I mean honestly. Does this ever get tiring for you?"
"Tired of what, sir?" She asked as she continued to fuck him. "Have cock in … hmmm … in my cunt ... or ass or mouth?" She gasped at the wonderful sensations surging once again coursing through me. "I'm your bimbo … sir. My only want or … need is to … devote myself … to you in every way. I wouldn't … feel fulfilled without … you using my cunny cunt or … ass or my bimbo self." She looked down at him intently as she squeezed harder and slammed down on his cock with a renewed need to feel him cum again inside her. "You aren't questioning ... your interest in me, are you, sir?"
"Oh, never, never, my beautiful, sexy, and eager bimbo. You are everything a man could desire in a woman. Your devotion to pleasuring me and any cock in the office is beyond my dreams. You are the perfect bimbo." He pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply, thrusting his hips up to meet her cunt, moving down. "I love you for what you are and what you give me."
Love. He said love. Yes, in context, but he used it for her. She nearly orgasmed in excitement and increased conviction of what she was to him, and it filled her with the acceptance of what she truly was. Her purpose, my only purpose, was him, was him using her as he desired. It was the only thing of importance to her. To be his and to be used. She smiled down at him and fucked ever harder, intent on milking more cum from his balls.
After they both climaxed, she was again sucking and licking his cock. She had cleaned it long ago, but was still lazily doing so with worshipful attention. His hand softly stroked her head. He had been quiet for many minutes, but that didn't bother her. Mr. Howard was prone to thinking a lot. He was smart. She was personally glad she didn't need to think except for those times in front of a computer. Bimbos don't think. Bimbos don't like to think. Bimbos like to respond to a man's needs, especially his needs for her cunny cunt or ass. For her, though, her sole focus was on him. Sure, she fucked all the guys in the office, but it was because he gave her to them. She sucked extra hard at a realization: She’d fuck anyone for him, do anything for him, be used any way for him.
"Dear Barbi," came his voice softly. She didn't raise her head off his cock. She assumed it was just an utterance coming from her mouth on his cock. "Do you like your apartment?"
She lifted her mouth from his cock, but just enough to speak. "It's fine, sir. It serves my needs when I am not at the office or here with you." She kissed his cock several times before taking it back between her lips, her tongue playing over the head.
"What I mean …" he paused, "I instructed you not to fuck any men there." She nodded with his cock in her mouth. She giggled at that, though the sound was lost. "Do you get frustrated sometimes because of that?"
She stopped sucking. She didn't take her mouth off his cock, but she stopped to think. Frustrated? She finally pulled her mouth off, her hand beginning to stroke over his cock, and she turned slightly to look at him. "Frustrated, sir?" she looked at him, confused. "I'm your bimbo, sir. You told me not to fuck others. I understand it was for my safety, and I greatly appreciate your concern and attention to my safety. Why would I question that? I don't understand." She turned back to his cock and kissed it several times as she tried to form thoughts and words to go with them. "You know I have trouble forming thoughts and words with my silly, ditzy bimbo brain." she paused. "I don't understand your question. You gave me a rule, remember. I like rules because I don't have to think. I'm your bimbo, sir. You know what I am like."
"Yes, I know how you are, and how you are is important to me. I keep thinking how I could make you happier; if I could make you happier," he said.
She sat up onto my knees and stared at him, shaking her head. "No, sir, no, no, no," she repeated firmly. "A bimbo makes a man happy. A bimbo is happy when she makes a man happy."
He laughed softly and pulled her into an embrace. He kissed her forehead and stroked her back. "It can work both ways, my dear."
Both ways? She was so confused. She knew for a fact what it was to be her, a bimbo. Her happiness or pleasure came from making a man happy or pleased. What was he saying? Her being happy was because she made him happy. Why was he concerned with making her happy? All he had to do was let her make him happy. She muttered her thought.
"I am so confused, sir. I am happy when I can make you happy. What more can there be or need to be?"
"Oh, my dear, sweet, bimbo Barbi, so content in being what you are." He paused as he took her hand and kissed it. She smiled at the tenderness and new experience and waited. "I will just ask, and I want you to think hard and be honest before giving me your answer." She nodded. Think. He knows she just likes rules, so she don't have to think. "You like your body being used at the office?"
"Sir, you know I do. I'm a bimbo. Men like to fuck bimbos, and bimbos like to fuck men. You know that." He smiled. He had heard that from her a hundred times. It was her mantra of being a bimbo, one of several. The re-programming, no doubt.
"Do you like coming to my home for weekends?" he asked seriously.
"Oh my God, sir!" she exclaimed. "You're kidding, right? I get to be naked here with you. Naked in the house and in the back. You fuck me lots with your big cock, and you know how I like that," she said emphatically. "And, I can serve you by picking up around the house, doing your wash, making the bed, and cooking for you. I try to be quiet when you are working, but I am always anxious for you to fuck me. I love being here with you."
"And when you go back to your apartment? How do you feel?"
She mulled that over. How does she feel? She goes back to her apartment because the weekend is over. Feel? "The weekend is over, so I'm going back to my apartment. Feel?" She studied his face. It wasn't going to be there, but he was definitely looking for something more. Damn, her stupid brain, she thought. Think, you stupid bimbo! "Feel, sir? I guess … uhmm … I guess I feel … disappointed, lonely, sad. Words … I'm trying, sir."
He smiled, "I know you are, dear, and I truly appreciate the effort you are giving to trying. I know how your bimbo brain works …" he chuckled, "or tries to work." She smiled back at him. He was so wonderfully tolerant and patient. "This is the part I need you to really be honest about in answering." She nodded and waited, her goofy brain as focused as it could be. "If you are sad or lonely or disappointed at returning to your apartment, would you be happier if you lived here and didn't have to leave?"
What did he say? Did he say that? "What? What did you say? Live here? With you? Like … all the time?" She was sure, but her eyes must have been blazing with excitement, but questioning, too. That would be too much, wouldn't it? How could he give her so much? Be able to devote herself to him completely all the time?
He chuckled, "You don't want to? You wouldn't like to live with me?"
"Are you serious, Mr. Howard? I mean, really, really serious? Not teasing me or maybe, but for real, real?"
He chuckled again. "Yes, dear, for real real. I want you to be here with me and not just on weekends. But, you have to want it, too."
"Oh, my God … yes!" she exclaimed and kissed him hard.
He pushed her back with another chuckle, "Don't you think you should think about it?"
"Me? Think? I know what I want, Mr. Howard. I want to please you always." She kissed him again. "When? What about my apartment? When can I move in?"
* * * *
The next weekend, on Saturday, Mr. Howard drove his large Suburban SUV, which she had seen in his garage but had never been in before. She drove her car. She drove straight to her apartment while he stopped at a Lowe's for moving boxes and packing tape. When he arrived at the apartment, he found her naked and organizing her stuff. He assembled a half dozen boxes for her and then went to talk to the apartment building manager.
"You're naked," Barbi heard a voice exclaimed behind her after the door opened. "She's naked," came the voice, again.
She turned to find Mr. Howard standing beside the building manager, who was failing at being discreet in looking over her naked body. She just giggled. "Mr. Howard said I could be naked in my apartment."
"Yes, well … but …" She saw him turn to Mr. Howard, who simply shrugged. "Okay, well … hmmm … yes, okay, I understand you are leaving this furniture." She nodded while standing comfortably before him. "He," the manager indicated Mr. Howard with his thumb, "negotiated the furniture for the next month's rent and damage deposit." She nodded and smiled at Mr. Howard. She wasn't sure what all that meant, but if Mr. Howard arranged it, it had to be good. "I'm just going to look over the unit."
"Okee dokee," Barbi said as she bent over to continue packing a box. She knew her big tits swung freely under her, and the gasp from the manager indicated he was watching, too.
The manager left after talking with Mr. Howard more. Mr. Howard began taking boxes to his SUV as she continued packing. After several trips, there were only two boxes remaining. She walked around the apartment and announced, "That's it, Mr. Howard. Bye-bye apartment." She bent down to pick up one of the last boxes and started walking when Mr. Howard put his hand out against her chest to stop her.
"Forgetting something, dear?" he asked calmly.
She turned around in a circle and didn't see anything she’d forgotten. "Your clothes, maybe?"
She looked down and giggled. She put the box down and shook her head. "Honestly, sir, it's a good thing I have you around." She opened the box she had been holding. "Nope, not in there." She took the box he was holding and opened it. "There they are," she said excitedly. As she started dressing again, "I wonder what I am thinking sometimes, sir," she said with a giggle. She gave him a sly smile, "I just don't think sometimes." She kissed him, "Thank you for being so patient with me."