I'm a movie star, Frank.”
“Yes, you are,” I sighed, patting her hand. “And one who is in a lot of trouble, just like other people in our family.”
The other bimbos all squirmed.
“Not me,” Donna said brightly. “I was good. I had sex in the lavatory like we were supposed to.”
Alice's giggles died and she groaned again. “You're really going to spank me for this, Frank?”
I glanced at her, biting my lip. “I've spanked you for things you've done as a bimbo before. Don't pretend you don't like it.”
The Black woman's screeches weren't as loud now. “I think she's calming down.” I patted my wife's hand. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she said, squeezing it.
“Did you cum hard?”
“So hard, Frank.” She gave me a smile. “Did you have fun with Donna?”
“So much fun.”
“He made me preggers!” Donna giggled.
Alice bounced in her seat, her face transforming. “Yay!”
Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals
I was so relieved when the plane landed without the Black woman slapping me. I felt so bad for ruining their marriage. She would probably divorce him. But mostly, I was just glad that I wasn't oscillating between being smart and a bimbo. One moment, I was happy as I could be, and the next I felt bad for all the problems I caused. Frank had to babysit me, not that he complained.
We hurried off the plane before the Black woman could rush forward and find me. I had a feeling she still wanted to kick my ass. Frank and I herded out bimbo wives through Dulles International Airport. It wasn't busy so late at night. We headed down to baggage claim to get our luggage. We each had our own suitcase and there was an additional one full of sex toys.
I bet the TSA screeners had a blast with that one.
The bimbos were all excited but tired. It had been a long day for all of us. I just wanted to get to the hotel and get our discipline over with. I flushed when I spotted the Black woman on the other side of the baggage carousal staring daggers. Her husband didn't stand anywhere near her. Frank hovered nearby, ready to protect me.
I was glad when she grabbed her bag and marched off without her husband. He gave me a look, a mix of resignation and hope that I might go with him. I leaned against Frank, entwining my arm with his. The Black man snagged his luggage and stalked off fuming.
Poor guy. I mean, he didn't have to fuck me. I didn't make him, but what guy could resist a bimbo? Maybe in a few months, once the Venus Serum hit the market, he could patch things up with his wife. She would transform from the stout woman into a beautiful, Black goddess eager to please her man.
A limo waited for us outside, the driver holding a sign that read Jackman on it. He didn't even blink at the sight of Frank walking up with a bevy of busty, giggly women who could all be supermodels.
Probably not the first time it has happened.
In no time, we were at our hotel, the Ritz-Carlton. It was breathtaking with marble floors and crystal chandeliers. Me and all the bimbos gasped in awe as we crowded around Frank. They squealed and giggled with such excitement. I wish I was a bimbo right now, too. I wanted that innocent joy bubbling through me.
Frank checked us in, using the company card to pay, and then we were whisked up to the Presidential Suite. It. Was. Gorgeous. There was a living room that led off to several bedrooms, the furniture a soft, sleek gray that matched gray, maze-like pattern of the carpeting. Beautiful paintings hung on the wall. The doors leading to the bedroom were double French doors with curtains for privacy.
It was nicer than our first apartment. Way nicer. It was even bigger.
“Wow,” I said, smiling at my husband. “Just...wow.”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “Nothing but the best for my bimbo wives.”
“There's potpourri,” gushed Janet, bending down to smell the dried flower petals on the marble coffee table. The tight skirt of her dress rode up, flashing her naked pussy at us. She dripped with her excitement.
“And so comfy,” Becca said, falling on a chair, her tits almost bouncing out of her dress.
“Tasseled pillows!” squealed Veronica, scooping one off the couch and hugging it to her tits, rubbing her cheeks into the tassels like she was a big, sexy kitten.
“We get to live here?” Donna asked in awe.
“No, we're just staying here,” Frank laughed.
“Yes, silly,” Nicole said. “You stay in hotels. You live in homes.”
“Hotel rooms don't have living rooms,” protested Donna. “And look, bedrooms.”
“It's still a hotel,” I told her. “Okay? We don't live here.”
Donna gave me a relieved smile. I pulled her to me and gave her a hot kiss on the mouth. She used to be my horrid boss. She made every day miserable at my work. And now she was my bimbo wife. She would do anything to make me happy.
And I loved the feel of her big breasts pressed into mine. My nipples were so hard against the fabric. Our kiss deepened as my excitement quickened. Our tongues dueled, our hands roaming each other's bodies, slipping beneath each other's dresses.
My hot pussy pressed into her thigh. She was so wet against mine.
“Alice,” Frank said. “None of that. You need to be punished. You all do.”
Donna broke the kiss. “Even me? I thought I was good on the plane.”
“Except you, Donna.” Frank gave her a grin. “But you get to help me punish the others.”
“Yay!” she clapped.
I glanced at my husband. “What's going through your head, Frank?”
His grin turned to me. He was so handsome and excited. “Well, we'll be here all night if I spank you naughty bimbos separately. So we'll do it all at once.”
I frowned. “How?”
His grin broadened, flashing teeth.
Everyone stripped naked after that, Frank coming out of his suit, revealing his fit, athletic body. He never fit the stereotype of the weak nerd. He was always in great shape, running, exercising, even lifting weights. Even back in college he was like that. Yes, he was a big nerd. He could talk Star Trek, Star Wars, and far more obscure minutia with any geek out there.
But he did it while looking like a member of the Track and Field Team.
Frank sat down in the chintz chair, his cock thrusting before him. “Okay, line up. Alice at the end. Donna, don't join.”
The bimbos all lined up before him, jostling for position. Veronica ended up at the front, bouncing in excitement. Janet was right behind her, then Nicole, with Becca right before me. I took my place at the end, staring at the eighteen-year-old bimbo's perfect ass.
“Okay, Veronica,” Frank said, pulling her onto his lap. The bimbo, with a graceful swivel of her hips, impaled herself on his cock with a wanton moan. “Now don't ride me. Just sit there and enjoy it.”
“Yes,” Frank,” she moaned.
“Not much of a punishment,” I said with a smile.
“It's a reward,” Becca giggled.
“Now, here's what we're doing. Donna's going to spank Alice, then she'll spank Becca, then Becca, you'll spank Nicole, who'll spank Janet, who will spank Veronica.”
“Who do I spank?” Veronica asked, shifting on Frank's cock.
“Alice, but that's when we switch and you head to the back of the line. Then Donna will spank your ass and we'll start all over again.”
“Okay,” she beamed.
“Donna, you'll administer five spankings per bimbo. Can you remember that?”
“It's this many,” Donna said, holding her fingers spread wide on her left hand. “I can count that high!”
“Good,” Frank said. “Begin.”
Donna's hand smacked into my ass. I groaned, savoring the burning warmth spreading to my pussy. Then I spanked Becca's ass with a loud crack. She yelped, a bright-red handprint glowing on her ass.
Her hand cracked onto Nicole's ass. Spankings worked down the line until Veronica groaned as she squirmed on Frank's dick. I shivered, loving it, my pussy growing so hot as Donna's hand drew back and cracked on my ass again.
The rippling cracks worked down the line over and over. My butt grew warmer and warmer as Donna spanked me, alternating which asscheek she smacked. I reddened Becca's cute tush, the blonde shivering as she spanked Janet.
And then we hit five.
“Switch!” Donna called.
Veronica groaned as she slid off Frank's cock, her ass red. We all moved up, Janet mounting Frank with a lusty sigh. My husband groaned, savoring a new pussy impaled on his cock. Veronica moved behind me.
Donna's hand fell on Veronica's butt.
Her hand spanked harder on my ass. My pussy clenched. Juices dribbled down my thighs.
My hand surged forward.
Becca jumped, gasping as I spanked her red bottom.
Nicole groaned. And then Janet gasped, wiggling on Frank's cock, her ass growing brighter and brighter. Then Donna started it again. My ass burned hotter as Veronica spanked me again. And again. And again.
I loved it. It was so exciting smacking Becca's ass over and over, Veronica stinging my rear more and more. As the pain swelled, so did my excitement. We shuffled forward, Janet hurrying to the back of the line as Nicole mounted Frank.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped as the spankings rippled down the line.
My pussy grew wetter and wetter as my ass grew hotter and hotter. We were all moaning and squirming, though Nicole, impaled on Frank's cock, moaned the most. She bucked on his dick, pressing her big breasts into his face. The former cop loved it as Becca's hand fell on her ass.
“Switch!” Donna called out in a giggly voice. “Now I get to spank Nicole's ass.”
“Oh, phooey,” Nicole groaned as she raised herself off Frank's cock. His dick spilled out of her pussy with a wet plop.
Frank groaned, too, clearly getting closer and closer to cumming.
Becca giggled and hopped onto his lap, her big tits slapping together. The blonde, with all the energy of an eighteen year old, impaled herself on his dick, her burning ass clenching. I stepped up behind her waiting for the spankings to begin.
The ripples of smacks echoed down the line. Veronica's hand cracked into my ass. My hand cracked into Becca's. She groaned, bouncing on Frank's cock. Her pussy slid up his shaft then back down, my husband groaning, his face twisting.
The cracks rushed down the line. My ass burned.
I smacked Becca on the ass again, grinning as she bucked.
I savored the way her butt-cheeks bounced as she writhed on my husband's cock. Her voice was so throaty with pleasure. Her back arched as I spanked her for the fourth time, her blonde hair flying about her head.
The cracks rushed towards me, each bimbo squeaking in pain.
I gasped as Veronica spanked me.
My hand landed hard on Becca's ass.
“Yes!” the bimbo squealed in pure delight as she came. “Yes, yes, yes. I was so naughty!”
“So naughty,” Frank groaned, feeling her pussy writhe on his dick.
“Switch!” Donna happily called.
“Oh, yes. So good! So yummy!” moaned Becca.
“Switch, Becca,” Donna said with cute annoyance. “It's my turn to spank you!”
“Got to switch,” Frank groaned as the blonde bimbo bucked and spasmed.
“Oh, yes,” Becca groaned, struggling to get off. She stumbled back and I caught her. Her blue eyes were glazed with pleasure. Juices flooded down her thighs as she staggered to the back of the line.
I shivered, my pussy on fire as I stared at Frank's cock marinated by all the other bimbos before me. He seized my hips, pulling me to him. I groaned as he grasped my burning ass, squeezing it, sending a hot shudder through my body as I sank down onto his dick.
His cock slid into me. Not as thick as the Black man I fucked on the plane, but plenty thick enough. I took him all into my molten ass. His hands slid up my back, leaving my burning ass clear for Veronica's spanks.
“Oh, god, Frank, my ass is on fire.”
“Only five more,” he grinned at me.
Donna spanked Becca who spanked Nicole who spanked Janet who spanked Veronica.
Who spanked me.
My pussy clenched on my husband's cock as my back arched. My tits bounced, brushing his face. Pain shot through me from my ass. I groaned, the agony turning into pleasure as my pussy slid up and down his cock.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
I moaned as the second spanking landed on my ass. My vision fuzzed as I bounced harder on Frank's cock. The pleasure built in my depths. The pain spiked through me. It made me so dizzy. So lusty. The next line of cracks echoed through the bimbos, racing towards my burning ass and--
“Yes,” I moaned as the third spanking burned across both my butt-cheeks. “Yes, yes, yes. Punish me! I was so naughty!”
I loved it. The pleasure built and built in me, crowing in my depths. I slammed down his cock as another cracking echo rushed towards me, each one louder and louder. The bimbos moaning out their pain and pleasure at their discipline and--
“Fuck!” I moaned, my pussy clenching so hard.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Janet gasped. “So good! I was so naughty!”
“So naughty,” giggled Donna. “Last one!”
Crack! Smack! Spank! Slap! Whack!
The pain stung hot as Veronica's hand fell hard. I bucked on Frank's dick, the pain shooting to the depths of my pussy. I rose on his cock and then slammed down it. The friction sparked through me. My clit crashed into his pubic bone.
Sparks of rapture shot through me.
My body thrashed in Frank's embrace. His hands slid down, grasping my burning ass. Behind me, the bimbos moaned and gasped, soothing each other's burning asses. Ecstasy shot through me, boiling my mind.
“Such a naughty wife,” Frank groaned, his voice so throaty.
“So naughty,” I moaned as I bucked on his cock, my pussy writhing on it. I needed his cum in me. “Flood me! Flood my naughty, cheating pussy!”
His hands squeezed hard on my ass. The flare of pain triggered another orgasm. My eyes shot wide open as the pain surged through me. It was intense. It rippled through my body. I moaned and gasped, bucking on his dick.
He grunted, “Alice!”
And flooded me.
I savored my husband's cum spurting into the depths of my pussy. I stared into his dark eyes. I leaned forward, pressing my big tits into his chest. My nipples throbbed as my orgasm boiled through my body. I kissed my husband as he gripped my naughty, burning ass.
I loved it when he disciplined me after I was a cheating whore.
I loved being his bimbo wife. We were going to have so much fun at the party tomorrow night. I would cheat on him. I just knew it. And then he would have to spank me again and again. I squirmed on his cock, our tongues dueling.
I loved this man so much.
Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana
“How do I look?” I asked, strutting a pose in the black cocktail dress I wore for my gala this evening. I had dark thigh-high stockings on, my blonde hair curled and styled to perfection. I wore a diamond necklace my husband bought me for our tenth wedding anniversary, matching diamond earrings dangling from my lobes.
“You look like a sexy, modern princess,” gushed my bimbo lover. Natasha sat naked on our bed in my secret loft in DC, the love nest where I kept her out of sight of the world.
No one could know I was gay. I would lose my senate seat in the next election. My constituents weren't that liberal. I had to keep up the facade of loving wife and mother in public, the senator doing it all.
“Just so yummy,” Natasha giggled, her big tits bouncing.
I loved brunettes. I loved big tits. Natasha had both. I was so glad I bought her from her husband, liberating her from the demeaning acts of that redneck asshole. So far, he had kept the secret. I had paid him well enough, but it nibbled at the back of his mind he might try to go to the tabloids. No one would believe him and yet... Rumors like that were salacious.
Natasha bounded off the bed, rushing to me, puppy dog happiness crossing her gorgeous face. The bimbo serum had transformed her into a perfect beauty. She reached me, throwing her hands around my neck and leaned into kiss me.
“You'll smear my lipstick,” I gasped, stopping her from planting her hungry, wet lips on me. “Sorry.”
“Oh, right,” she giggled. “You have to be beautiful for tonight!”
Then she pouted. “You'll have so much fun and I'll be here. Alone. I want to go.”
“Remember. You're my secret lesbian wife. No one can know about you.”
“George knows about me.” George was my driver and confidant, a gay man I trusted impeccably—I paid him well for that trust.
“George doesn't count.” I gave her a smile. “I would love to parade you on my arm, to let everyone see what a sexy, gorgeous, hot wife I had.” It was the truth. My heart quickened. The last two weeks with Natasha had been a blur of hot sex whenever I could squeeze it in between meetings and Senate sessions. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said.
“And I bought you a present.”
Her eyes lit up. Girlish excitement exploded across her face. “A present! Where?”
I turned from her and grabbed the discreet, brown bag off my desk and handed it over. “It's a new vibrator. Double pronged.”
She pulled it out, holding the pink vibrator. It had two shafts, one thinner for her ass, the other thicker to stretch her horny cunt wide. She squealed in delight and darted to the bed. She threw herself on it.
“Batteries are already in it,” I told her. “And there's a change of batteries in the nightstand drawer.”
“I'll wear them all out,” she moaned, bringing the smaller shaft to her mouth, sucking on it. Then, mumbling around the end of the toy, she said, “I love it! I love you!”
“I love you,” I smiled as she popped it out and then brought it to her pussy and asshole.
My pussy clenched, my poor, black panties soaking up my juices as she groaned, big tits bouncing. She worked the vibrator into both her asshole and pussy. And then she turned on the vibrator. She moaned out in delight.
A new sex toy could keep her occupied for hours.
The intercom by the elevator buzzed. I walked over on my five inch heels and hit the button. “Yes?”
“Senator,” George said, “I'm here with your husband.”
“Good, I'll be right down.”
Natasha moaned and gasped as I stepped into the elevator. I smiled. Tonight, I would size up Frank Jackman and figure out just how hard he would be to destroy. The bimbo serum couldn't be in his hands. It needed to be in more responsible hands.
Like my friend Magnolia Savage and her company, Femme Allure.
Magnolia Savage, President Femme Allure, Inc.
Annalee bounced in the limo seat beside me in her sparkling, silver dress. I was eager to bring her to the gala and show off her beauty. I loved parading hot women around. It was delicious having girls just as hot as the other powerful men of DC. They had their sluts, and I had mine. And mine would blow them away.
I didn't know what game Delilah was up to inviting Frank Jackman to the party, but I had plans. I needed to crack the bimbo formula my spy had given me. So far, my R&D hadn't figured it out. I needed something more...direct.
If the Senator thought she could screw me over and cut a deal with Frank, then I would ensure that my company brought the bimbo serum to market first.
The burner cell phone chirped in my purse. I pulled it out, staring at the simple screen, reading the text message. “In position. Target has just arrived.”
I texted back a single word. “Proceed.”
To be continued...
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