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.