CHAPTER 10: BIMBO LIFE

The morning had been fun, but most weekend mornings were fun as far as Barbi was concerned. Mr. Howard and she didn’t have to go into the office, which meant they would usually wake up a bit later and stay in bed a bit longer. Barbi liked it when they could stay in bed longer because that meant she would be fucking Mr. Howard and cleaning his wonderful cock after and, maybe, fucking him again. As far as Barbi was concerned, Mr. Howard was the bestest man a bimbo could be a bimbo for, and pleasing him was everything to her. Of course, pleasing him gave her pleasure, too. That was the thing about bimbos, she knew. Men love fucking bimbos and bimbos love fucking men and bimbos get pleasure from pleasing men. And Mr. Howard was the best of men.

The morning had been fun because they had fucked twice as she had hoped. Then, she bounced downstairs to the kitchen naked, of course, to make Mr. Howard breakfast. He came downstairs later wearing a light robe. After breakfast, she began cleaning the kitchen and washing the dishes in the sink. Of course, there was a dishwasher, but when there were only a few plates and a single frying pan, she preferred to do them quickly in the sink and have it done.

Barbi was standing at the sink with her hands in the soapy water when she was embraced from behind, hands encasing her large DD tits.

“Have I mentioned to you, Barbi, how much I enjoy you in my life?” Mr. Howard softly said into her ear as his lips nuzzled through her long, blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. His fingers switched to teasing the nipples, bringing a sigh from her.

She pressed her butt back against him, her hands stopping what they were doing in the water to enjoy the touches. “As a matter of fact, sir,” she purred, “it might have come up between our two fucks this morning.” She giggled. “In fact, I think it came up just before something else came up as I was cleaning you.”

He chuckled as he slid one hand down her naked body to stroke her belly to her cum-filled cunt. She moaned at his touch. “Thank you, Barbi, for being a part of my life.” His fingers toyed over her clit, and her moans became more pronounced.

“Ohhhh,” she gasped, “no, sir … thank you … for letting me serve you … at the office … and your home.”

She pressed against his fingers. Her ability to orgasm and to accept cock simply astounded him. When all this had started, he had hoped for an attractive woman he could fuck without ramifications. Instead, he had a woman who encompassed the classic bimbo who was completely devoted to him. Interestingly, to him, it was no longer merely about fucking. Her energy and devotion had changed everything for him.

He reached lower on her body and dipped a finger into her cunt. He brought the finger up to her lips and enjoyed her eagerly sucking the juices off it. No, he thought, he owed her his ‘thanks’ even if she didn’t feel she should accept it.

After finishing in the kitchen, she was rubbing lotion into her hands as she searched for Mr. Howard. She smiled to herself when she found him on the large sofa in the family room reviewing some notes. Normally, if he was reviewing notes about a case, he would be in his home office, where she wasn’t supposed to bother him. In the family room meant she might be able to, but her idea of bothering him wasn’t to fill the air with chatter. She wasn’t big on talking. Her bimbo brain made thinking about things too difficult for any prolonged, meaningful conversation.

She moved into the room and approached from the side before stopping in front of him. He looked up from the pages he had spread over the sofa cushions. A smile spread over his face when he looked up at her as one of her hands fondled a big tit in a completely absent-minded way.

“Can I do anything for you, sir?” she asked hopefully. It wasn’t intended to find out if he wanted another cup of coffee, and he knew it.

He smiled again before opening his knees. “I know what you really want, my bimbo,” he said with a chuckle.

She knelt at his knees with a giggle. “You know me too well, sir. You know how much I like to suck your big cock.”

She opened the tie of his robe and settled between his legs as she licked his soft cock from the base to the head. She held it in one hand as she licked and kissed the shaft. She knew it would soon become the 10-inch cock she loved and devoted herself to. Even after fucking twice already that morning, she would have it hard again soon. Unlike her, it seemed, there were limits to how many times he could climax, but that only meant she would simply enjoy his cock in her hands and mouth for the simple pleasure of feeling it.

He began stroking her head gently with one hand. His cock was, indeed, hard again. She glanced up at him while keeping her mouth on his cock. She hadn’t noticed when he had stopped reading his notes and watching her, instead.

She raised her mouth to the head, “Am I bothering you, sir?” she asked with her lips brushing the head of his cock.

“Your mouth feels amazing as always, dear,” he replied with a smile that gave her joy.