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. Later in the day, of course, there would be cum evident in or on her cunt.
"Sir," she began while feeling quite comfortable in such a lewd position, "Jason asked me a question this morning as he was greeting me when he arrived."
"How did you greet me, my bimbo?"
"Oh, you know, sir," she giggled, "he kissed me and felt up my tits and cunny cunt." He smiled. She had no difficulty sharing intimacies shown to her body. "He asked if I had ever had anal sex. I couldn't remember. Isn't that silly, sir? I would think I would remember having anal sex, right?" She watched him, but he seemed more interested in fingering her clit and cunt. "You know how much I love being fucked …"
"Yes, my bimbo, you are a perfect bimbo who loves being used. You know how we all love fucking you."
"Oh, I do, sir. I love being fucked by all of you as much as you love fucking me," she responded.
"Anal," he said, and she suddenly remembered why she was in his office. God, what a ditzy brain she had. "You have had anal, dear." He lifted her feet and told her to pull her knees to her tits. He placed a finger on her asshole. She sighed as he touched the puckered hole, and she watched between her raised and parted legs. He reached with his other hand to the side drawer of his desk. He came out with a tube. "This is an intimate lubrication, my bimbo. It should be used the first time you have anal sex, you don't remember?" She shook her head. "Your bimbo brain," he said with a chuckle. "It has been a long time, so I guess I understand that your brain forgot." He squeezed some gel onto his fingers and coated her asshole and his finger well. "There is a tube in the credenza drawer in the next office." She nodded. His finger returned to her asshole, and he pressed on it. "You asshole is very tight, dear. It can feel like a cock shouldn't fit, but it always does," he assured her. She wasn't remembering any of that, but, as he said, if it had been a long time, she might not remember.
"OOOOOO … your finger feels …"
"How does my finger feel?"
"Ooooo … different in … that hole … but … gooooood … sir. Oooooo … Mr. Howard … did I like … anal?"
"You loved anal, my bimbo. Maybe not quite as much your cunt being fucked, but you did," he assured her.
So, why didn’t she remember that, she wondered. But … what was the sense in wondering if she couldn't remember? Instead, she focused on his finger pressing into her asshole. The gel made it slippery, and his finger popped in, his finger going deeper, and he started finger fucking her asshole. He curled his finger and straightened it. Oh my! It did feel good.
He pulled his finger out and gazed at her through her splayed and raised legs. "I have an idea, my bimbo." She looked at him expectantly. She always loved his ideas. He had a lot of sexy ideas for her. "I think we should take you to the other office and remind you how much you like anal sex. What do you think?" She nodded. Her mind was mush at that point. He could ask her to fuck a 2 x 4 and she’d try. "Yes," he mused out loud, "we'll have all of us fuck your asshole and you'll remember."
He pushed his chair back, and he stood. She nearly jumped on him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, pressing her groin into his crotch. "Thank you! Thank you, sir. You are so good, good, good to me," she excitedly exclaimed.
Her clothes were on the chair and she started to grab the skirt to get dressed. She wasn't supposed to be in the office area naked was the rule. He stopped her with a pat on her bare ass. "Rules are sometimes made to be broken, dear. You go tell the guys what we're going to do, and I'll lock the main door."
"I love being naked, sir, especially where I shouldn't be. You remember when you sent me to the elevators naked?" She grasped the door handle and opened it. He stopped her.
"Only when I say you can, though," he said with a hand stroking her bare ass.
She turned and pressed her body into him, "I know, sir. I'll be a goody good bimbo for you always. I won't break your rules unless you tell me to. Then, they aren't a rule for that time, right, sir?" He nodded. "I lovey love being your bimbo, sir. I don't know what I would do without you. You tell me what to do and your bimbo does it, righty right, Mr. Howard?"
He smacked her ass hard and chuckled, "Right. Now go get the guys. Your ass won't forget anal after this."
She nearly skipped from his office, but she was nervous about doing it in heels. The guys were all surprised to see her naked, but quickly responded when she told them they were going to help her remember anal sex. If she were in front of her computer, she might have considered what that meant. She wasn't, though. She was full-on bimbo. Sex and fucking filled her brain. She was excited because Mr. Howard was intent, AND it would be the whole office at once. Her cunny cunt was dripping down her thighs. And, her cunt wasn't even going to be fucked. How interesting, she mused.
The guys followed her into the office-bedroom. Mr. Howard was standing next to the bed with a large tube of lubricant just like the one he had in his desk, but larger. Oooo, she thought, he thinks her ass will be fucked a lot. He said she enjoyed it, so she was excited to remember. What an eager bimbo she was.
Mr. Howard was giving the first anal fucks to the guys. He had them guess a number between one and twenty. The order of fucking her would be how close their numbers were. She listened excitedly to them. The order was going to be: Adam, Billy, Tom, and Jason. Then, she assumed, Mr. Howard. Five fucks in a row. My God, she thought, this is a special special day for this bimbo!
Mr. Howard explained that when fucking her ass, the lubrication must be used on and inside her asshole, and their cocks must be lubed, too. After the first fuck, the next wouldn't need it. She crawled onto the bed and knelt facing them. She was bouncing with excited anticipation. She wanted to remember how much she liked being fucked in her ass. Odd that she couldn't, but after this, she would.
Adam confessed he had never done anal, either. He was nervous about hurting her, but Billy had done it before, so they switched places in the order. Barbi crawled to the edge of the bed and kissed Adam as she stroked his cock. "You get me next, Adam."
Billy took over, "Turn around, bimbo. Hand and knees." She did as instructed and wiggled her butt at him as she giggled. She felt his gel-covered fingers press gel over the outside of her asshole, then more pressed inside by one finger. She gasped and moaned at the feel of it, remembering Mr. Howard had just done the same. Then, more gel with two fingers.
"OH … GOD … hmmmm …" She moaned as his finger sawed in and out.
Then, they were gone, but she felt his hands on her ass almost immediately. "Spread your ass cheeks," Billy instructed. It seemed so lewd to expose her asshole to all the men but she was a good bimbo and immediately complied.
She felt the head of his cock at her puckered hole. His finger was so much smaller that an immediate thought came to her. Mr. Howard said she like it, her brain countered. The cock pressed harder, and she could feel her hole resisting, but the cock pressed hard. Her hole began to open, but it was resisting, too. So tight, she thought. A thought suddenly flashed through her brain. One of many but this held something new to her until now. Men love fucking bimbos and bimbos love fucking men. Bimbos love to fuck with their cunts, assholes, and throats. Bimbos love being fucked and fucked and fucked in all her holes.' She do love anal, then. She pressed back against the cock. She needed to re-experience how much she love anal, so she’l never again forget. What a silly, ditzy bimbo to forget how much she love anal fucking.
With both of them pressing, Billy's cock suddenly passed into her tight ass. "OH … FUCK," she cried out. "Wait …" she gasped as she put her hand back to stop his hips, but he was already stopped.
Billy leaned over her and grasped a swaying tit. "I'll stay here until your ass adjusts. Damn, bimbo, your ass is tight around my cock."
His cock was full inside her. For a moment, it felt like she might split open, but the searing pain eased quickly. The gel inside and on his cock made it slippery. She eased her ass back, and more of his cock eased inside. God damn, she thought, how could she forget this?!? His cock felt huge inside. Every inch she pressed back felt so consuming.
"Are you ready, Barbi bimbo?" he said into the side of her head. He continued fondling her tit and nipple as she had eased more of his cock into her. "Ready for your ass to be fucked?"
She nodded, her long hair covering her face as her head sagged. "Yes, Billy, fuck me! Remind me how much I like being fucked in the ass. Fuck, YES! Fuck me!"
He eased his cock back an inch, grasped her hips with both hands, and drove his hips forward. Several inches drove deeper into er, and she cried out again. But her cries were for more fucking. Truly remembering or not, her mind sent flashes reminding how she loved being fucked in the ass as well as her cunt. When he pulled back, she sensed his next thrust, and she pushed back at the same time. Their bodies smacked together, and he was fully inside her ass.
"OH FUCK … OH FUCK … YESSSSSSS!" she cried out repeatedly
"Damn," she heard from someone behind me, her brain too consumed by lust and arousal to tell who, "I think she's going to orgasm just from anal without her cunt being stimulated."
She recognized Mr. Howard's voice., "I've read that many females can experience anal orgasms. Something about nerve endings in the cunt and ass firing together or something. Whatever, I just knew she would be one. If any woman, certainly a bimbo."
After some intense fucking, her mind cleared just enough for her to participate better. She focused on clenching her ass. "Ohhhhh … Goddd damn …" Billy exclaimed in grunts. "She's … fuck … she's clamping … on me …"
She reached her orgasm peak, and her ass clenched and spasmed around his cock, sending him into climax. Spurt after spurt of his cum went into her ass as he pressed as deeply as he could. She sank so her chest and face were on the bed, but her ass was still in the air as he slowly pulled back, her ass closing around the receding head.
"Damn," someone uttered, "look at that gaping hole."
"There's the cum showing. God damn. Is that the hottest thing?" a different voice uttered. "Get in there, Adam. She's open for you now."
She felt the bed sag behind her and another set of hands on her ass. She glanced over her shoulder, pulling her hair out of the way, "Adam, fuck me, please."
His cock touched her gaping asshole, and she pressed back to take it inside. He groaned. She sighed at the feeling of being filled again.
"Mr. Howard, sir?" she called out.
"Yes, my beautiful, sexy, fucking bimbo," he said next to her.
"You … oooooo fuck … yessssss fuck me … Adam …" she gasped. "You were … right … sir … Ohhhh fuck … I do like anal fucking."
He laughed and put his cock against her cheek. She sucked, and he added, "You didn't believe me?"
"I always … oh fuck yes … believe you, sir … I'm … ooooooooo … God yessss … I'm your bimbo … I just … hmmmm … didn't remember," she continued gasping
He chuckled. She was such a bimbo that she couldn't remember something so wonderful. She opened her mouth, and he pressed his cock inside. Hmmm, she thought, his nice big cock to suck as she was fucked a second time in her ass.
After Adam filled her ass with more cum, Tom was next. His cock was bigger, but she was open now. He also didn't want her on all fours. He flipped her over and raised her feet over his shoulders. He had fucked her like that before, but it had been in her cunt. She realized instantly how pressing her legs to her tits would also open her asshole to his fucking. He didn't hesitate or ease his way to fucking her. He aligned his cock to her cum-filled hole and thrust inside. His hips smacked her thighs, and he was totally inside with that first penetration. Tom was so powerful and intense. He wasn't as smart as the others. Tom did other things for Mr. Howard, and sometimes it might be dangerous. It never fazed him, though, and being fuck by him somehow expressed that difference. It was happening as he fucked her ass. He thrust deep and hard. Her tits flopped on her chest as he did. It was magnificent. She orgasmed before him and again as he was filling her ass with more cum as he pressed, squeezed, and pulled on her clit.
She was a gasping, limp doll when he pulled out. "Three loads of cum, and her asshole isn't holding it inside. Look at that." The comments were lewd. It also excited her.
Jason was next. She waited sprawled on her back. How would he want her? None of the guys were shy with her any longer. They told her what they wanted, and they knew she would happily comply as the bimbo she was for them.
Jason was soon lying next to her. She looked at him, confused, and it must have shown. "Ride me, bimbo. Like you have before. Cowgirl."
She raised onto her elbows and looked at him. Cowgirl? That's her cunt, she thought. It slowly seeped into her brain. "Sorry, Jason," she giggled, "cowgirl confused my bimbo brain for a moment. It was always my cunny cunt," she said as she rose to her knees and straddled him, "I'll have to think about this."
"I'll hold my cock up," he offered as help, "and you spread those cheeks and sit down."
"Clever," someone uttered from behind her.
She did as instructed, felt his cock at her ass, and wiggled until it was at her gaping, used hole. Then, she simply settled down over it. He moaned to match her own. It felt different and very good for her asshole. Yesssss, she liked anal.
Mr. Howard was the last one. He went back to her on all fours like the first two. His cock was the longest and thickest. She was glad he was the last, though she knew in the future there would likely be many times when he would be the first or only in fucking her ass. She felt his cock at her hole. She sucked in a breath, and he leaned over her. He spoke into her ear, "Relax, Barbi. I'm going to enter you but I know you are ready."
"Fuck me, sir. Just fuck my asshole like you fuck my cunt. I want you to, I really want you to have my asshole just like my cunt, just like the others did. Fuck me, please," she pleaded. She was ready for his big cock, and she wanted it. She wanted to feel all 10 inches stretching and filling her ass. She wanted his cum filling her ass to overflowing. She was on fire with need. It was a sudden realization. All the others were good fucks, but … Mr. Howard … he was special in ways that were beyond his cock. She knew she was truly and wholly his. His cock could hurt her, and she wouldn't object or stop him or plead for him to stop. It was all she wanted, only to please him and for him to use her. As his cock entered her asshole, spreading it beyond all the others and inching deeper and deeper, she felt it and knew with certainty. This feeling was beyond just being a bimbo, something men like to fuck. She would, she liked men fucking her, but she was his for that fucking to happen by who and when and where. As his cock became fully inside her to the depth of her ass, she orgasmed. Not just stimulation but psychological devotion.
He had only begun to fuck her, though. Her ass clenched around his plunging cock. "Oh fuck … your ass … became so tight," he grunted with effort. "I'm fucking you through … your orgasm, bimbo Barbi. You'll orgasm again."
"OHHHHHH … FUCCCCKK … YESSSSS!" She cried out as not only her asshole spasmed, but her legs and arms quaked in orgasm. Her tits swung in crazy motion as he pounded into her. "Fuck me … fuck me … fuck me … forever …" she gasped. Four anal fucks and she still couldn't get enough of Mr. Howard's pounding cock going to places none of the other could reach.
She felt another orgasm rising. Is he ready? She thought not. The pounding was hard and strong and seemed relentless. She willed herself not to release, not to let go until he was close. She wasn't sure she could, though. It was so good, so deep and powerful. Her mind was consumed like her asshole was.
Then, I felt it. His cock swelled. How could it get bigger, but in her tight ass, she felt everything more intensely, every movement, twitch, and pulse of his cock. His cock pulsed, and he jerked. "Oh … yeessssss," she exclaimed as she released, let go, felt it all erupt through her, and his cock exploded, at least it felt like it, with spurts of cum deeper into her ass as if into her bowels. "Oh …"
She didn't even feel him pull out. She didn't hear the crude comments about her ass gaping even wider. She didn't hear the comments about cum running from her asshole. Five loads of cum running and leaking from her well-used asshole. She didn't hear. She didn't do anything. She collapsed and was gone.
"There are extra sheets in the credenza," Mr. Howard directed, "cover her and let her sleep." She would hear about all that later. Also, that he stood gazing down at her with something more than sexual satisfaction written in his reaction and behavior. "What an excellent bimbo," he softly uttered.