Barbi

CHAPTER 8: OFFICE CHANGE

All the guys, including Mr. Howard, were huddled around the conference area. Barbi wasn't invited, but that didn't concern her in the least. She had nothing to research for any of Mr. Howard's court cases, so she was in total and complete bimbo mode. She sat at her glass-topped desk, considering her fingernails as if the task were the most important thing she could attend to at the moment.

She was dressed for work, of course, with a button-up short-sleeve white blouse that was quite sheer and unbuttoned nearly to the skirt. Any time she leaned forward, it gaped open, and her tits could swing into view because Mr. Howard didn't like her wearing bras. How could she blame him, and she didn't, because her DD tits sure did move and sway and bounce, and that was so sexy and arousing. That was the point, of course. And she loved the feel of her nipples moving against the fabric. The skirt was a tight micro that just covered her cunny cunt and ass cheeks when standing, but had the delicious habit of rising to expose her cunny cunt when she sat because she wasn't supposed to wear the thong once she entered the office. Mr. Howard said it belonged on the side of her desk. Anyone coming into the office saw it there, of course. By crossing her legs, she could hide her cunt, but that wasn't really fun. The fun part was being exposed. That's what Mr. Howard said a good bimbo enjoyed, and she really did. She really, really preferred being naked, but there was only one room in the office where she could be naked, and that was the office-bedroom where she could also be fucked by the guys. She sure liked the guys because they liked fucking me, and bimbos really, really like being fucked.

Her desk was right in front of the main office door to the hallway of the office building, and it was a glass door. There seemed to be a lot of men who walked the hallway. Of course, they looked in when they passed. They were all so nice because they might stop and look in and wave. She thought that was nice. Often, she would stop whatever she was doing if it wasn't research, and her legs seemed to part. She thought they liked it when that happened because big smiles formed on their faces. She thought they liked it even more when she have the Lush vibrator in her cunny cunt, which was pretty easy to tell because of the pink antenna sticking out.

Ooooo, she really, really like that vibrator, too. Where did she put that, she mused? Maybe she left it in the office-bedroom when one of the guys fucked her.

She also really, really liked a particular courier who delivered important documents. He always touched her thong and commented on how pretty they were. She remembered once he said he especially liked that she didn't wear them because then he wouldn't see them as well. She thought that was nice of him.

* * * *

Out of Barbi's hearing, the discussion among the four men and Mr. Howard continued.

"You know how much she likes being naked," Adam pointed out the obvious. "It just seems such a waste that she has to be dressed."

"Even if 'dressed' for her nearly exposes the important parts," added Tom, the investigator and photographer.

"Besides putting in a new door, what options would there be?" Mr. Howard challenged. "This entire floor of men count on walking past to catch a glimpse of her bare cunt and maybe her tits. She enjoys it, too. So, what else?"

"What about a fake wall partition, maybe just 5 feet tall. She's just 5' 6", right? It could extend to most of the way across the office, but leaving an access on the side," Jason offered.

"And," Billy added getting into it, "locking the door with a notice on the outside like 'Appointments, only' and another 'Ring bell for deliveries'."

Mr. Howard leaned back. "That might work," he said. "She dresses the same when at her desk for the voyeurs and those with appointments, but when behind the partition with your guys, she can be naked. When giving blowjobs. I still want all fucking to be in the office-bedroom. Visitors and deliveries will still come."

Having seen her naked for the day at Mr. Howard's home during the Saturday gang bang had given all of them a desire to see more of her naked in a casual setting. Sure, the office-bedroom was fine but that was while fucking her. Seeing her strutting around with those massive tits bouncing ... they wanted more of that.

* * * *

"Barbi? Could you come here, please?" That was Mr. Howard. She dropped my finger-nail file on the desk and stood, the rolling chair moving backward as she did. She tugged down the tight skirt and passed the cubicle area to the conference table.

"Sir? Is there something I can do for you?" They were in the conference area, which was like the cubicle area, so the options were limited. She suppose she could be requested to get under the table and give them all a blowjob. That would be really, really good. But she suspected it was to talk. Talking is so boring compared to fucking and blowjobs. But it was worth a try. "Sir, do you want me to give everyone a blowjob?"

He chuckled, "That would be fun, my bimbo, but we want to talk to you." See? Boring.

He continued, "We've been talking about you, Barbi."

"Me, sir? Have I done something wrong? You know me, sir; sometimes I forget things."

"No, no, dear. It's just that after Saturday when the guys were at my house, and you were naked and fucking and sucking us all, the guys were thinking."

"Oh, sir, that was a really, really fun day. I don't know how many times I was fucked and orgasmed."

"Yes, dear. We enjoyed it, too." She beamed at that. Nothing makes a bimbo smile more than knowing she has pleased men. "But after spending so much time with you naked, the guys were wondering how we might make that possible here at the office."

"Seriously, sir? Seriously, serious?"

"Yes, dear. The thought was that with a new wall, you could be naked in the cubicle area, the office-bedroom, and my office. What do you think about that?"

"Oh, sir, you know how much I like being naked. And, really, of course, they want to see me naked more. I mean, men like to fuck bimbos and see bimbos naked, right, sir? And bimbos really, really love fucking men and being naked for them so they get aroused and want to fuck them."

"Well put, dear. So you're okay with it? It will mean some workers constructing the wall behind your desk and some signs put on the door."

"Workers, sir? Ooooo fun, I'll get to flash them."

"They need to finish the job, Barbi, so you can't interrupt them too much." She put a pout on her face. She like flashing her cunt at people. "I'll make you a deal. You don't bother them too much, so they can work, and I'll see if they might want to fuck you when they are done."

"Oh, thank you, sir," she said as she hugged him with tits mashed into his head.

"Fuck, I wish that was me," Jason uttered.

She smiled at him, left Mr. Howard, walked over to him, opened my blouse more, and pressed her tits into his face. She had to repeat it for the other guys. She love being a bimbo.

* * * *

She had finished the dishes and cleaned the kitchen after dinner. She wasn't totally naked. She stood in front of the window and saw her reflection in the darkness outside. She liked being naked but he was right that she looked good like this, too. Mr. Howard was really, really smart about everything. He had her leave the stockings and heels on for dinner. He said it was like she was dressing for dinner.

She went looking for him and checked his home office first. The rule was that she had to be quiet when he was working in his home office but he sometimes looked up and saw her and he would let her come in and bother him. He wasn't in his home office, though. She was about to go upstairs to check the bedroom when she heard something in the family room as she approached the stairs.

"There you are, sir," she said brightly. She could bother him even though he was reading some papers because he wasn't in the home office. Rules. She like rules because thinking can be confusing to keep everything straight. Rules made it so simple. She brightened more when she saw him as she entered the room. He was wearing a soft cotton robe as he lounged on the huge sofa, reading, his feet on an ottoman. "Can I get you anything, sir? A drink, maybe?"

He looked up and smiled at her. "A drink would be very nice, Barbi, thank you."

She smiled brightly as she moved to the cabinets on the side of the room where the liquor was stored. His favorite drink was bourbon, though there were other liquors in the cabinet, too. Mostly for guests, though. She poured his drink and turned back to him. Easy peasy, she thought. He likes it straight, he calls it. No ice so she didn't have to go to the kitchen for a bucket of ice..

"Here you are, sir," she said as she held out the drink to him. As he took it from her, his eyes roam over her otherwise naked body in front of him. His eyes especially stopped at two places, of course, her DD tits and her bald cunt, which is made easy to see because another rule is not to have her legs together when she was alone with him. In public, of course, she teased people by flashing by crossing and uncrossing her legs.

"I like that as an option to being completely naked, Barbi. What do you think?" he asked.

"Hmmm ... I like being naked, sir. Being naked naked or mostly naked ..." she shrugged her shoulders, which raised her tits, and he always noticed that, "it's mostly just as good, sir. And, if you like the option and it makes you happy, you know it makes me happy." She clutched a tit with one hand and slipped the other between her legs to caress her cunny cunt. "The good parts are exposed both ways, sir."

"They are indeed, and that's what's important, isn't it? Exposing your good parts."

"Very important, sir. That's why it will be good to have that wall built so I can better expose them to the guys at work when I'm not at my desk." She giggled. "Of course, sir, I think I'll be getting undressed and dressed a lot more." He watched her. "Too bad I can't be naked even at my desk."

"Yes, I suppose, but it is also fun to tease those men who walk past the door, too."

"Did you know, sir, that I sometimes open my legs to them when I have the Lush inside my cunt? That makes them stop and look even more." He laughed. A bimbo's simple pleasures. He held up the paper, again, to begin reading. "Sir," she ventured, "since you are wearing your robe, I can suck your cock, right?" He nodded absently but lowered his feet from the ottoman and parted his knees as she went to her knees in front of him. She untied his robe and opened it. She loved his cock. Thick and 10 inches hard. What wasn't to love.

She began like she usually did when she sucked him at home with no time pressure, just relaxed and unhurried. She held his soft cock up and licked and kissed from the balls to the head and back down. She kissed less and licked more, going up and down until ... when she changed was never important ... she took the head between her lips and sucked off any pre-cum from the little hole and licked it as if she could press her tongue into that little hole. He seemed to like that. All the men seemed to like that, though the other guys in the office were usually too time-focused for her to spend a lot of time sucking them.

After taking the head into her mouth, her sucking changed. Times like this, she didn't rush for him to climax. When she had time like this, she just loved having his cock in her hand and mouth. She loved the feel of the veins and the way it got so hard and filled her mouth. Her mind would slow ... she giggled silently, her mind was always slow but sometimes it seemed to just stop... and she would be lost in just devotion to his cock. She loved his cock. She sometimes thought she could suck his cock forever. She imagined doing that with his cock, giving her cum to feel in her mouth and swallow, and then suck it hard, again. Over and over.

"Sir?" she softly said as she pulled her mouth off his very hard cock, "Why do you suppose all cocks aren't as big and fat as yours. That would really be fun for me, you know?"

He chuckled. She thought he was frequently amused by what she might say and how her ditzy bimbo brain worked. "The same reason all women don't have big DD tits like yours, or that all women aren't bimbos like you. It makes them more special."

Yes, definitely his big, fat cock was special. She smiled as she retook his cock into her mouth. Her DD tits and being a bimbo were special, too, he said. It's special being a bimbo. She just knew it. She began sucking his cock harder. She wanted to taste his cum, again. Later, he'd be fucking her, too. He always fucked her in bed at night, even if they had fucked other times. Mr. Howard was so good to her.

* * * *

There was a buzz at the door to the office. The new buzzer installed meant the door was now always locked, and she had to get up from her desk to open it. It was kind of a bother, but it meant she'd be able to be naked more often once the wall was built. And, it seemed, when she moved to get up, her legs parted enough that she saw the moment of recognition on the person's face that her cunny cunt was visible. That made opening the door fun.

"Hi," she cheerfully exclaimed, "are you here to build the wall?" she asked hopefully because they looked like worker-types and carried tools. Even a bimbo could figure that out.

The two men stared at her chest as they entered past her. She was again wearing a mostly unbuttoned sleeveless white blouse that showed her nipples through the fabric and gaped open showing the insides of her tits and sometimes a whole tit. Sometimes, it was funny that she didn't even know that the whole tit was exposed when she moved a lot. It wasn't until she noticed the look on someone's face that she knew. Then, she would pull the blouse together as if that would solve it but it wouldn't because it was still unbuttoned. Bimbos. That's what bimbos are for, Mr. Howard often said. Fucking, sucking, and teasing.

"Morning, guys," she heard Mr. Howard's voice coming behind her. He stood next to her with his hand on her butt. "You know what we need?" They nodded. "How long will it take?" His hand tugged up her loose, pleated skirt and caressed her bare ass underneath. The guys were pretty intent on talking to Mr. Howard and she wondered if they even recognized what was happening. She parted her legs more, wondering how much he might try while they stood in front of these men. She found out as a finger slid between her ass cheeks and stroked her asshole.

"It's mostly time between steps," the lead man said. "We'll have the framing and drywall installed today. A guy will be in tomorrow to tape and mud. Then it has to dry and be sanded. After that, a guy will come to paint. It's a small wall, but it will still take 3 to 4 days for it to be painted and done."

Mr. Howard nodded and took her to the side as the guys began moving her desk with the thong on it. They both stopped and looked at her. She smiled, but left it right where it was on the edge of the desk. They had to move the credenza, too. Mr. Howard pulled her away to his office. Inside, he closed the door behind her.

She put my fingers on the last button and looked at him for the okay. He nodded, and she smiled as she undid the last button and pulled the tails from her skirt. She removed the blouse and lowered the skirt. Naked except for the stockings and heels. Just as good as naked. He was already behind his desk, and he made no indication for her to bend over his desk or to suck him, so she sat in one of the chairs.

"I guess I didn't understand the process, Barbi. It sounds like there will be three separate steps and men in getting this done."

"Does that mean I get to fuck each one, sir?" she asked hopefully.

He smiled. He wasn't sure he'd ever be used to how open and excited his bimbo was to being fucked or exposed. "I said you could if you let them work. I just didn't realize it would be four men after three steps. Are you okay with that?" He asked it like there might be a real question.

"Oh, sir, let me think," she teased him. "What was it again that a bimbo likes? Oh, right, a bimbo likes to be fucked," she said, not able to properly tease without smiling broadly.

"My bimbo is teasing me," he said softly. "I think you need to be punished, then. Come bend over the desk, I'm already hard thinking about you naked out there bothering the guys."

She tried teasing him again. "Oh, no, sir. You're not going to fuck me again. You already fucked me in the shower and I sucked you on the way to work." She giggled. "Remember those trucks honking, sir?" She's not very good at teasing. Her mind wanders to something like the truckers seeing her suck him, and she blurt it out.

She was already bent over his desk. They could hear the workers moving tools and material around as she felt his cock probe at her always-wet cunt, her bimbo, hairless, wet cunt. She sighed as it eased open her lips and hole and slid inside and deeper and deeper. She moaned as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper.

"Do I need a gag for you, my bimbo?"

"Hmmm ... I'll be quiet, sir."

"I know you, bimbo. I know how much you like to vocalize your pleasure when fucked," he said as he thrust hard and powerfully deep into her cunt. He leaned to the side, his cock buried inside her. She heard the desk drawer open and he put the ball gag in front of her which she took and put in her mouth without strapping it on. He knew her so so so well.

After many minutes of fucking, there was a knock at the door. He asked who it was. Jason, who cracked the door and stuck his head in. Seeing her being fucked, he smiled and blew a kiss at her. She was gasping around the ball gag, but tried to return the smile. She failed, obviously.

"The workers said they were taking a break but I suggested they just use our coffee area. Hope that's okay." Mr. Howard must have nodded. Jason began to pull the door shut.

"Jason," he called out to him. "Step inside, please, and close the door." He waited until Jason was standing next to them. Fucking her was an office pastime, and there was no shyness about doing it. "With them here, I thought it best to gag her. You know how vocal she can be." Jason nodded with a knowing smile. "I was thinking," Mr. Howard continued as he repeatedly thrust into her, "the ball gag isn't really comfortable for her, and we all know how much she likes cock. Would you mind filling her mouth to keep her quiet?"

He didn't even respond other than to open his pants as Mr. Howard moved them to the edge of the desk, where Jason was holding his partially hard cock to her. She engulfed it after spitting out the saliva-soaked ball gag.

She moaned from the fucking and sighed at having another cock in her mouth. "Much better, Jason, thank you. She sounds much happier with your cock in her mouth."

"She is a good bimbo, sir," he said. "You suppose you might let us have another office party using her, again?"

"I enjoyed that, too, Jason. Seeing my bimbo being so well used was very rewarding to me. She showed how good a bimbo she really was." She pushed back against his cock as he thrust into her. All this talk about using her as she was being used was extra stimulating. "I think the bimbo is about to orgasm," he said and thrust extra hard, which sent her into orgasm, and even with a cock in her mouth, she managed a muffled moaning cry. "You know, Jason, this bimbo can seem to orgasm and orgasm. One weekend I fucked her, had her use the vibrator to orgasm, and fucked her again. We did that repeatedly, didn't we, dear?" She nodded with Jason cock thrusting into her mouth, and her orgasm mostly ebbed, but the continuing fucking into her cunt kept her close. "I like the idea of another party, too. You were quite sore after that last one, weren't you, Barbi?" She nodded again. "I am curious if repeated gang banging of her cunt and ass might mean she can take more and more. What do you think, dear?"