The Bimbo Treatment Chapter 9: Dominating the Bimbo Boss

The Bimbo Formula
Chapter 9: Dominating the Bimbo Boss
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Alice

Donna Wilson hung up her cell phone. “Okay, she went for it. You’ll have your meeting at 9 AM tomorrow with Ms. Beigh.”

Donna swallowed, her hips shifting and making those big, juicy tits of her sway. Since receiving the bimbo serum, my sexuality had blossomed. Gone was the mousy chemist that only let Frank make love to me in the missionary position. Now I loved all aspects of sex, even with another woman.

And the fact that the other woman was my former supervisor at BT Chemical, a bitchy, fat harridan that had made my life miserable and now stood trembling in nervous excitement made my pussy so wet.

And it was already full of multiple men’s cum.

I wanted Donna’s mouth licking my pussy, cleaning it up. She deserved to pay for how she treated me. Right now, we both had the intelligence serum in our bodies, driving back the bimbo serum’s affect on our brains. I really and truly wanted to savor this moment before we both slipped back into giggling, happy bimbohood.

“She’s going to screw you over,” Donna protested. “Ms. Beigh is a conniving bitch.”

“A conniving bitch that wants to be hot like you and my wife,” Frank grinned.

My nerdy husband looked so sexy and commanding right now. He always had a fit body and, as I learned since becoming a bimbo, a pretty big cock. Not the biggest cock I had fucked—I knew a few Black guys that really stretched my pussy—but he was delightful to feel inside of me. I loved my husband so much for letting me have fun as a bimbo.

My pussy clenched again.

“Now, you need to apologize to my wife for being a cunt,” Frank said.

“What about the injection?” Donna asked. “I don’t want to go back to being fat. Please.”

Frank had lied to her, telling her the intelligence injection was actually reversing the bimbo process and she would revert back to her former self if we didn’t reverse it. It was how we recruited her to this plan. The fear shone in her eyes. She would rather be hot and stupid then fat and intelligent.

But as I learned, being a bimbo was so much fun it was worth that little trade off.

“You’ll get it after you apologize,” Frank growled. He had grown so confident. I stretched out on our bed, my legs spread wide, my pussy dripping with men’s cum. Tonight’s bimbo party had been so much fun.

“I’m so sorry for being a cunt to you,” Donna said. She swallowed. Her face, which had once been ugly like a toad, was now so gorgeous. Those lips were lush. I had to feel them licking my pussy. “I was just angry all the time. My husband left me for a pretty woman. I couldn’t control my weight. Being mean to you made me feel like I had some power.”

“Remember how I told you to apologize,” Frank growled in her ear.

What had my husband told her?

Donna’s eyes widened. “No, I’m not gay.”

“That didn’t stop you from having fun at the bimbo wife orgy,” grinned Frank. “I have it all on tape. After you apologized to me by letting me fuck your ass, you happily ate pussy, sucked titties, and even rimmed Kimberly’s asshole.”

Donna flushed. “I was a bimbo then. It just seemed so…fun. I couldn’t help myself.”

“And if you want to be a bimbo again, then you need to apologize to me,” I moaned, squeezing my large tits. My pussy itched. I squirmed on the bed. “Come on, Donna. Apologize with that beautiful mouth of yours. Just dig your face in there and lick my pussy clean.”

Donna’s eyes fixed on mine. She licked those red lips. Her nipples were hard topping her heavy tits. Her lithe thighs pressed together. Juices stained them. She was a bimbo. The process made us so horny all the time. I think it helped to make us so gullible. We just wanted to satiate our bodies and needed any excuse to give us permission.

No matter how flimsy.

“Come lick my pussy and apologize for being a cunt,” I moaned.

“Apologize to my wife,” Frank said. “And I’ll give you the injection. You’ll go back to being dumb and happy and gorgeous. We’ll make sure you have a hunky man to pamper your body.”

Donna took a deep breath. “I’ve already licked one pussy,” she whispered to herself. Her body trembled. She rocked on the balls of her feet. That made those lush tits jiggle so wickedly. I squeezed mine again. “I licked more than one. They tasted good. And a few even had Frank’s cum in them. I can do this. I can do this.

“I can do this.”

She suddenly threw herself forward, almost jumping onto the bed, and ended up between my spread thighs. The mattress springs sent vibrations rippling across the mattress. Her hands seized my legs, stroking up and down them as she leaned down. And, like she was pulling off a bandaid fast to get it over with, she lunged forward.

Donna Wilson, my cunt of an ex-supervisor, buried her lips into my pussy and licked.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped as her tongue slid through my cum-filled folds. Her tongue’s caress sent flutters of excitement through my hot, horny body. “Apologize for being a cunt. Clean my pussy and make me cum.”

Donna’s tongue reached my clit. She swirled slowly around the nub. My body shuddered and moans escaped my lips. My fingers sank into my pillowy tits. My nipples ached at the summit of my breasts. My fingers slid up, grasping the fat, pink nubs as Donna teased my clit. My fingers rolled my nipples, shooting more delight down to my pussy.

I moaned and writhed on the bed. There were so many times I had fantasized of getting my revenge on Donna Wilson. I had never imagined I would make her lick my pussy, but I had other ideas. Making her do my work, cleaning my house, mowing my lawn, running my errands, getting her fired, even slapping her across the face on the day I quit.

But this was the best revenge ever.

Her dark eyes stared up my body. Her black hair spilled across my thighs, so silky smooth, so much better than the horrid, short, butch haircut she had before. Now she was so feminine and soft, so gorgeous and horny.

Now she loved my pussy.

“Mmm, lick out all that cum,” I moaned. “That’s four different men’s cum in me. Including a Black man.”

Frank let out a groan behind him as Donna gasped. She pulled her face away, her lips smeared with cum and juices. She stared down at my pussy half-in-shock and half-in-awe. Was she envious? Did she want to fuck a bunch of men?

I bet she did. I bet most women had fantasies like about that.

“That’s right,” I said, staring at Frank. “I fucked a Black man with a big, thick dick. He stretched my pussy open. Mmm, I came so hard on him. He taught me a wicked way to perform a lap dance. Oh, yes, he had his cock so deep in me.”

Frank stroked his hard cock. “You naughty slut.”

“So naughty,” I moaned as I seized Donna’s hair and pulled her lips back into my pussy. She didn’t fight it. She buried her tongue into my pussy and licked up all the cum leaking out. Her moans were so wicked. She loved it. “I was a naughty wife, Frank. And it’s all recorded. You can watch all four of your wives being so naughty.”

“Yes,” groaned Frank.

“Four wives?” moaned Donna.

“Uh-huh,” I gasped, pulling her face back down. “Don’t stop licking until your done apologizing.”

Her tongue dug back into my folds, exploring deeper, searching for more of the cum. I smiled at Frank. Lust shone in his handsome face. I licked my lips as he stroked that hard cock. I created the serum that let his cock cum over and over. His balls produced seminal fluid so much faster than a normal man.

And it looked like he needed relief.

“Go on, honey, fuck the apologizing slut,” I moaned. “Ram your cock into her pussy. Make the cunt satisfy us both.”

“Damn, I love you,” Frank groaned as he seized Donna’s hips.

“Oh, yes,” Donna panted into my pussy as Frank slammed his cock into her cunt. Her face pressed into my pussy from the force of Frank’s thrusts. He wasn’t gentle. He wanted to pound the bitch.

“Fuck her,” I moaned, humping against Donna’s lips. “Fuck her so hard. Mmm, yes. This is so hot, Frank.”

“Yes, it is,” he growled. His hand cracked down hard on Donna’s ass. “Apologize to my wife, slut.”

Donna moaned into my pussy. “I’m so sorry,” she panted between licks. “So sorry. Mmm, let me make you feel so good.”

I groaned as her tongue fluttered through my depths. My back arched. The pleasure built inside of me. I shuddered and bucked. My big tits flopped about. My nipples were so hard. I groaned and sighed, my toes curling as I writhed on the bed. Donna panted and groaned into my pussy as Frank slammed his dick into her. The slap of his balls on her flesh echoed through the room. Such a delicious, wicked sound.

“Frank,” I panted. “Oh, yes, Frank. Fuck that slut. I love it. She moans into my pussy and that feels amazing. Fuck.”

My body tensed. I humped against her mouth. Her tongue drove so deep into my pussy. I gasped and shuddered. I couldn’t believe how wonderful this was. We were dominating her. She was our slut for the evening.

We had to keep her. Not as one of our wives, but as our sex slave. A concubine, maybe.

“You’re going to be our slut,” I moaned. “We’ll take care of you so long as you serve us. You’ll be our little sex slave.”

“What?” Donna gasped.

Frank’s hand cracked down on her ass. “Keep licking, slut.”

Donna squeaked into my pussy, then kept devouring me. Her eyes burned with passion. She let out a low, shuddering moan. Her tongue thrust into my depths as she came. Her eyes rolled back into her head and Frank let out a moan.

“Fuck, this whore just came,” groaned Frank. “You called her a sex slave and she came. What a slut.”

“Yes,” I panted, pulling hard on her black hair.

Her moaning lips vibrated my pussy. I gasped and shuddered. My back arched. The pleasure erupted through me. I bucked and writhed, the bedsprings squeaking beneath my thrashing body as our sex slave devoured my pussy and the juices gushing into her mouth.

“That’s it,” I gasped as the pleasure rippled through my body.