CHAPTER 5: BIMBO GETS ANAL

It was another day of dressing in a micro pleated skirt, buttoned sleeveless blouse unbuttoned below her tits, stockings that didn’t get covered by the skirt, and matching 4-inch heels. People in the lobby were getting used to seeing Barbi dressed like that and several of the men were becoming more friendly. The women … not so much.

Entering the office early, as had become my routine over the past month of working for Mr. Howard in his small but highly successful law firm, she stopped at her desk to deposit her purse and remove the thong she wore only for while in public. The skirt was so short that the thong was possibly exposed with the wind, but better her thong than her bald cunt.

She went to the back of the office, confirming that nobody else was early, started the coffee, and turned on the copier/printer. She returned to her desk and started her own computer. She was sorting through emails, forwarding those that needed special attention, and reviewing schedules for all the guys on the office shared calendar when the guys started arriving one at a time.

She looked up when the door opened. Jason, the generalist and personal injury intern, entered. He came to the side of her desk and leaned over for a kiss. She put a hand on the back of his head, and their kiss became deep, as usual with all the guys. Heck, they fucked her regularly, and they were a very intimate group of her and five guys, including Mr. Howard. He slipped a hand into her mostly open blouse and teased a nipple.

When he stood back up, he glanced at the computer, then at her. “I still don’t get how you can be such a ditzy bimbo normally, but when you sit at a computer or tablet, you become an amazing researcher.”

She giggled, “Beats me. Mr. Howard said that would happen, and I doubted him, too. I don’t know how he knew.” She looked up at him and placed a hand softly on his crotch. “How was your evening?” she asked.

Accepting her touch, he bent over and slipped his hand between my parted thighs. She opened them further. “My evening seemed filled with thoughts of you, bimbo. Hmmm … I think you are always wet, Barbi. Could that be true?”

She giggled again. When not focused on her computer or tablet, her responses seemed to include a lot of giggles. “I am here, I know that. In fact, I tested my cunny cunt once in the elevator when I was in the back of the crowd, and guess what?”she asked as if the answer might be a mystery. “My cunny cunt was already dripping … just the thought of getting closer to the office and all you men.”

“Did you suck off the juice?” he teased her.

“I did!” She responded with another giggle. “It was very very exciting and naughty, right? Sucking off my cunny juice right there among those people?”

He was still fingering her cunt, “You are so sexy, Barbi. You know, we all love the way you like to fuck and suck all of us. Do you dream about sex at night, too?”

He was working her up, of course, not that her bimbo brain discerned any particular motive for his fingering except that’s what men do to bimbos. “Ohhhhh … hmmmm … that feels really, really goody good, Jason. You like my cunny cunt, don’t you?” He shoved two fingers inside, and she gasped. “Ohhhh … uhmmm … what did you ask me, again?”

“Dreams … do you dream sexy things, too?”

“Oh, yes. I dreamed one night about driving to work naked. I walked through the lobby naked and got on an elevator in a crowd of people. I was the only one naked, and for some reason, none of the women seemed to notice, but all of the men did.” She giggled. “You’re a man so you know that men like to fuck and use bimbos. So, I was in this crowded elevator with guys all around me. The women were in the front and didn’t seem to notice anything. All the guys, though, were fingering my cunny cunt, mauling my tits, and stroking my butt. My cunny cunt was dripping, of course, and fingers were brought to my mouth to suck clean.” She giggled, “Nice dream, huh?”

“Very nice dream, Barbi,” he said as he removed his fingers and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them clean while sighing. “We all love having a bimbo in the office to fuck and use. You have such a fucking, hot, sexy fuckable body.”

“Thank you, Jason,” she mewed, “what a nice thing to say.” She touched his crotch, again, and felt a fuller cock underneath. “You will fuck me today, won’t you?”

“Count on it, Barbi.” He turned but stopped, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

She looked at him. My ass? “I don’t … it’s always odd, don’t you think? … some things I just don’t have memories of.” She giggled, “I’ll ask Mr. Howard. He might know.” Jason just shook his head. They seemed to do that around her when she talked bimbo talk.

She knocked on Mr. Howard’s open office door. He gestured her in. It was still early morning. She always gave him time to get settled before bothering him with her bimbo mind questions. He indicated the door, and she closed it before continuing inside. That was the signal. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse and removed it. She dropped the skirt and was naked. Her thong was spread out on her desktop where it belonged.

He pushed his chair back and patted the desktop in front of him. “What’s on your mind, Barbi?” She giggled at that. Without a computer to focus on, there wouldn’t be a lot on her mind that was important.

She sat on the desktop and leaned back on her elbows, and parted her legs wide. In that position, she could see him past her big tits, and he could touch her anywhere he desired. It had evolved from her opening her legs so he could see my bare cunt under the short skirt to her removing her clothes and sitting before him in a chair to sitting on the desk so he could touch her or simply gaze at her wet cunny cunt.