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Barbara Becomes a Bimbo

By: Veri



Barbara Blaine was tired of having the same argument with her husband over and over. After twenty years his printing business was failing and for the first time since their first year of marriage twenty years ago, she was going to go get a job. When Barbara had married her husband at age 27 she had a new MBA from a midsize Midwestern University. After helping her husband with a business for the first few years, she had stayed home to raise the family. 

Now the kids were in college and her husband was under federal investigation for fraud and they were behind on the mortgage and she was tired of not having any money. The first few times she had set up job interviews she had done it during the afternoon when her husband was at work. Now she had a call back with a small freight forwarding and trucking company and she was scheduled to meet with the President. While her husband had argued with her the night before and in the morning about getting a job, she had put her foot down. She was going on the interview. 

The interview was at 10:30 and by 11:00 Barbara had a firm offer to join the company as an assistant bookkeeper. She was over qualified for the job, but she knew it had been many years since she had been in the work force and accepted the job as a good starting point. The opportunity for advancement with the growing company was there for the taking. The only concern Barbara had was when she met the President. He was a nice enough man her age, but when she learned his last name she had a sneaking suspicion he was the father of a boy who had given her son a lot of trouble in high school. Eventually Barbara had complained to the principal and since the kid had been a trouble maker, he was forced to transfer for the second half of his senior year. But that had been a few years ago, and Barbara was not even sure the boy- Kurt Booker or his family had been aware of who had made the complaint. 

Barbara settled into her job but her worst worries were confirmed when two weeks later her boss's son showed up. Barbara caught a glimpse of him walking down the hallway one morning. He was a few years older and had filled out from a pimply young teen to a young man. His hair was a bit longer then she remembered it and he had the beginnings of a rough beard. She immediately consoled her self that she was mistaken, but she really wasn't sure. 

Kurt Booker on the other hand was immediately sure of who Barbara Blaine was even before he saw her. When he went over the current employee list with his father the night before he started working at firm, her name immediately jumped out at him. He remembered Blaine as the hot mother of a snotty kid he had trouble with in high school. He always had his suspicions of who had complained about him, which caused him to have to transfer. But regardless of whether it had been Blaine, Kurt never liked her son and what better way to get some revenge than to fuck his mom?

The next day Kurt casually walked by the small cubicle where Barbara had her desk. She was looking off to the side and didn't see him as he sized her up. She still had a great body. Kurt remembered she had really big tits. And her hair was still blonde and hung well past her shoulders, just the way he liked it. Then Barbara stood up and turned with her back to Kurt and bent over to get a file in the bottom of her filing cabinet. Kurt saw her fashionable grey skirt pull tight against her ass, which was a little bigger than the asses of the girls he was dating, but Kurt was willing to make exceptions for a hot 47 year old. Barbara sat back down and Kurt pulled back around the corner and waited a moment and then peeked around the corner again. He was rewarded with watching Barbara applying some lipstick to her luscious and thick lips and Kurt immediately remembered what had attracted him to her when he first saw her with her jerk of a son- she had a set of what kurt and his friends liked to call "DSL's": dick sucking lips. Kurt wasn't sure what was going on in her home that had made her get a job with his father's company, but he sure was going to find out. Barbara Blaine had fallen figuratively into his lap and now he was going to do his best to get her literally in his lap. And more. 

By the end of her third week at work Barbara knew that her son's enemy was in fact her boss's son and was working at the freight and trucking firm. She had gone out of her way to avoid him and had so far been successful. The few times they had passed each other in the hallway or in the main office area Kurt had avoided even recognizing her. And then Barbara began to relax. Why should he recognize her? She was only rarely at her son's school and there was little chance any of the hundreds of students would recognize the parent of another student they really didn't know. 

About two weeks later as her home life continued to get worse Barbara volunteered to work late to help with an inventory count. Her boss had scheduled the inventory count a few days before but when the time came to begin Barbara was dismayed to see that he had given the job of overseeing the count to his son. Over the past week or so Barbara had seen him staring at her, sometimes openly and often inappropriately. At least once he had been staring at her breasts, which caused her to shift uncomfortably and pull her blouse out so it wasn't so clingy. 

As the work wound down Kurt began to send other employees home and Barbara became uncomfortable with the thought that Kurt was working to get them alone. But eventually they were alone and as Barbara walked into his office to give him a final report, Kurt had listened to the numbers impassively before saying "You know, I knew your son in high school."

Barbara became even more uncomfortable. "Is that so? He never mentioned you."

Kurt stood up and walked over to her. "Don't lie to me. I am sure he mentioned me. He didn't like me and I didn't like him."

"I'm sorry. But really, I don't remember anything like that."

"Well, that doesn't really matter. What matters is that you and I get along."

Kurt put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. He could smell her perfume. It wasn't too sweet and had a slight musky smell to it. Her blue eyes narrowed a bit but Kurt looked past them to Barbara's sexy lips and then down to the front of her blouse. 

"You know, I could make things easier for you here. My father works you hard. I could change that."

Barbara backed away and pushed Kurt's hand away. "I'm happy with my job. Now if there isn't anything else I want to leave. 

"Let's cut out the bullshit Barbara shall we? Want to have a drink with me?"

"I'm married."

"I've seen your husband" Kurt sneered. "Nothing really for me to worry about." Then he laughed. 

Barbara walked to the door and Kurt stepped to the side and blocked her exit. Their eyes met for a moment and Barbara felt a chill as she stared into his dark eyes. Kurt stepped a few inches to the side which gave Barbara enough room to try and squeeze past him. She didn't want to be trapped into the room any more so she started to squeeze past Kurt and she felt her breasts lightly bush his chest. Her nipples stiffened immediately. Kurt stood there and smiled at her distress as she squeezed past him. Barbara walked to the door when Kurt called out to her: "two things Barbara."

Barbara stopped and turned to look at Kurt. "Yes?"

"First, the numbers that you gave me don't match what we expected. So I want you to re-do the count tomorrow, no matter how long it takes." Barbara felt her face flush red and started to argue but Kurt cut her off. "Second, I always get what I want. And I have decided I want you. So you have a choice. If you show back up for work tomorrow, then you will be on notice that you are fair game for me. Or you can quit and never worry about me again. But I know you will show up tomorrow. Want to know why?"

Before she could stop herself Barbara said "Why?"

Kurt smiled at her and Barbara felt a chill on her spine: "Because deep down you're just a slut who wants what I can give her. Have a good night and don't let the door hit that sweet ass of yours on the way out."

Barbara was shocked. She wanted to say something. Anything. But she just stood there for a second and felt her face flush, then she turned around and walked out, knowing he was staring at her ass. 

Two days later Kurt Booker's father suffered a mild heart attack. The following Monday Kurt gathered the staff to let them know his father had retired. He was now in charge. 

With his father's unexpected retirement, Barbara was now completely in Kurt's web. For the immediate moment he let her squirm. The few times they saw each other Kurt would stare at her ass or tits for a moment, just to let her know he was looking, and then he would move on. 

But here was his plan for Barbara: he would break her down, and then build her back up the way he wanted her. He would make her his secretary. She would wear tight, short skirts and totter around on six or seven or even eight inch high heels which would cause her tits to sway in the tight shirts without a bra that he would make her wear. The other day Kurt had seen a woman in a club wearing a short tight black dress in which her breast jutted out. The dress covered just beneath her ass. It was nice for a club, but Kurt knew he wanted to see Barbara in that dress at work. He wanted to watch her spend her day pulling down her dress and dealing with the stares at her tits the dress would generate. But her looks were only a part of it. Kurt was going to take this MBA know it all and make her a dumb, ditzy blonde. She would talk a few octaves higher and would squeal and say stupid things and would constantly say she was just a dumb blonde. In making her a bimbo, Kurt was not going to do anything like using drugs or hypnosis. That was too simple. He was going to break her down and make her believe she was a dumb blonde only good for fucking. And what would be the ultimate turn on would be how Barbara changed. He wouldn't force her or blackmail her, she would do it on her own. It would be her choice to become his dumb office slut, and that would make it all the sweeter. 

Kurt gave himself a few seconds to contemplate the sex. Of course she would kneel down and blow him under his desk whenever he wanted. He thought of those delicious lips, with the full red lipstick he would have her put on several times a day. Those red lips wrapping themselves around his cock was only the start. He would constantly grope her. Feel her ass as she wiggled around the office on her high heels and short skirts, squeeze a tit as he walked by her desk. He would display her in public as his dumb blonde milf slut. And when he had changed her into the slutty bimbo he wanted, and when he had his fill of sex with her, he would pimp her out to his friends and business associates, making Barbara the whore and slut he had told her she was. 

Part one of his plan was making Barbara his secretary. But to do that he had to convince her she was failing at her job as a bookkeeper. Kurt brought in an accounting firm and had them go over the books with a fine tooth comb. Then he told one of the CPAs that he needed him to come over to the office and show his bookkeeper all the things she had done wrong. "Be brutal. Break her down. Make her cry and there's another twenty five hundred in it for you. I need her to quit." 

"My pleasure" the CPA had responded. 

The next Thursday night Kurt had Barbara work late. He had another worker supervise her so she wouldn't be suspicious of him. When they quit at about 11:30 that night Kurt sent her an email : "I need you in the office tomorrow at 5:30 AM. I have a firm coming in to do a full audit and you need to be there." 

Barbara lay awake that night wondering what Kurt was doing with the surprise audit. The company was making money and she had done nothing wrong and certainly nothing to raise suspicions. 

Barbara showed up with little sleep the next morning and things went from bad to worse. As Kurt and his senior management team sat silently, the auditing firm put on a display that was for Kurt's purposes fantastic. For hour after hour different members of the team gave presentations that always ended the same way: poor and sloppy bookkeeping had cost the company money, or had put the company at risk for theft. 

By four PM that day Barbara's head was spinning. She was embarrassed as the other members of management became angry with her, staring at her with their arms crossed as the CPAs ripped into Barbara. 

Eventually, during a break, Barbara went into her office and couldn't help herself. She started to cry. 

Kurt walked in and closed the door and sat down. 

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

Barbara stammered. "I never knew...I mean I tried.... I mean...I don't know. I guess you win. I'll quit."

Kurt shook his head. "That's not what I want to hear. I know we've had our personal problems but this company means a lot to my family and I want to make it even better."

"What do you want me to say?" Barbara said, getting exasperated as she used a kleenex to wipe her tears.

"That you were not as smart as you thought you were. That you were not smart enough to be the bookkeeper for our company."

The words stung Barbara. She felt she had been slapped. She looked down. She was proud of her MBA degree and here was this snotty college kid who didn't even graduate telling her she was stupid. But yet....there was that horrible audit showing all the things she had done wrong. 

Barbara sniffled. "I guess it was too much too soon for me. I'm sorry."

Kurt shook his head. "Not what I want to hear." He got up to leave. "Back in the room. We have two more hours of this audit. If you want to keep your job at this company, you must first be honest with me and yourself."

The audit finished and the end was even worse as the CPA that Kurt had paid off issued a blistering report accusing Barbara of gross incompetence. At the end he said "even a high school accounting student would have done a better job." 

Barbara got up and left the room, tears streaming down her face. She went back to her office and cried and started to collect her things. She couldn't stay. And yet the timing could not have been worse. Her husband's company had closed. The lawyers needed more money. An indictment and arrest was coming soon. Barbara thought about the small lifeline Kurt had thrown her. She took a deep breath and got up and walked into Kurt's office.

Kurt had been waiting for Barbara. He knew he had arrived at the tipping point. If she came to him now and admitted how stupid she was, everything else would quickly fall into place. As he was thanking he auditing team he saw Barbara walk into his outer office. He sent one of his managers out to tell her to wait. 

Then, after the auditing team left and then his mangers left, Kurt picked up the phone and started to make some calls. Barbara sat and waited. The more she waited the angrier she got. It was way past 7 PM and she had been at work fourteen hours not to mention working to 11:30 the night before. She was exhausted emotionally and physically and now Kurt was making her beg for a job. 

Finally the door opened and Kurt waved her in. 

"You have something to say to me?" He said while reading a report and not looking up. 

"I'm sorry."

"You've already said that" Kurt said coldly. 

"I.... I was in over my head. I ....wasn't ....." Barbara took a deep breath. "I wasn't as smart as I thought I was."

Kurt looked up and smiled. "Go on."

"It was hard. It was too hard for me I guess."

"You made some pretty dumb mistakes" Kurt said. 

Barbara instinctively knew what Kurt wanted. She started to cry, which made her angrier. 

Kurt got up and walked in front of her and gently wiped her tears with his handkerchief. 

Barbara started to heave uncontrollably. All of her problems at home, now her problems at work, and now being comforted by this arrogant guy that she hated was just too much. She surrendered and said what he wanted her to say. 

"I made dumb mistakes" she sobbed out loud. All of a sudden she felt a little better. 

Kurt gently stoked her face. 

Through her tears Barbara saw him smiling. And somehow deep inside of her it was liberating. Barbara began to sob even more. Great big heaves. Kurt glanced at her chest as she cried, just for a moment to give himself some satisfaction. 

"I was dumb." Barbara said crying. "I .... I am dumb." Barbara felt herself flush. Her face got red. She felt heat in her groin and her nipples stiffened. She was surprised that she was aroused. Briefly she wondered what caused her to feel that way? Was it that she was surrendering? Was it that she felt shame and humiliation saying she was dumb? 

"Just a dumb blonde" Kurt whispered. Barbara shuddered. A few hours a go she would have slapped him for saying that. Now she felt like all she wanted was to please Kurt and agree with him and have him comfort her. 

It started to feel good. "Yes." she cried. "I am just a dumb blonde. I am dumb."

Barbara kept repeating that she was dumb and it felt easier and easier to say each time. Her face flushed as she felt Kurt stroke her face. She felt something stir inside of her. It felt good to be close to him and have him comfort her. She collapsed into his arms and cried, mumbling that she was just a dumb blonde. Kurt had his arms around her and rocked her. Every few minutes he reinforced the idea that she was just a dumb blonde. 

Eventually Barbara stopped and sat down and gratefully took the water Kurt brought her. 

Then she laughed a little. "What am I going to do now?"

Kurt smiled. "Work for me."

"But I ....do...."

"See how dumb you are? I mean become my assistant. Start as a receptionist. And learn as best you can how a company works. And work your way up."

"Yeah. I missed what you were saying." Barbara laughed a little and it still hurt a bit to admit she was dumb, but less and less the more she said it. "Dumb little me." She looked down at her shoes, embarrassed, but Kurt stroked her face and she felt better and smiled. 

"So do you want a job as my assistant?"

Barbara looked down at her shoes. "If I can try, I mean, do you think I can?"

Kurt walked over and kneeled down by her and stroked her face. 

"If you try real hard and do what I tell you, I think we can make it work." He stoked her face and it felt so good to Barbara. So she started to play along. 

"Dumb little me, working for you?" She giggled. 

Kurt petted her again and a wave of warmth spread over her. 

"Dumb little you" Kurt agreed. "But just because you're dumb doesn't mean you don't have assets." 

Barbara immediately knew what he meant and she decided to play along and play dumb. 

"Like what?" she giggled. Then she shook her chest just a little. "These?"

Kurt petted her head again. This was going better than he expected. 

"Yes. Those. And your legs. And your ass. You can definitely go places in this company despite being a dumb blonde bimbo." 

Barbara looked up at Kurt and felt like all the responsibility in the world had been lifted from her shoulders. 

"Can...." she lowered her voice to that of a scared little girl. "Can you help me?" She looked down and stared at her shoes. "I mean, I'm just a dumb blonde."

Kurt lifted her chin and tilted her face to his. He saw her lips open to kiss him. He knew he had won. And now he had to string it out as long as possible. Make her crazy with desire. So he didn't kiss her. He stroked her face. 

"You go home and stop worrying about the books. Smart people will do that. You come back here Monday and get ready to be my assistant. Get ready to make coffee, and sharpen pencils and maybe I will let you answer the phone and take some messages."


Barbara Becomes a Bimbo



Barbara felt her eyes flutter involuntarily. She realized she was flirting. "Really? Could I try?"

"Depends....."

"On...? Oh I am too dumb to figure out what you want." Although Barbara knew. 

"Think" said Kurt. 

"If I use these?" Barbara stood up and giggled and shook her tits. 

Kurt stood up and smiled. "Dress like a dumb blonde bimbo and be here 8 am Monday and get ready for your new job."

Barbara gave a squeal and a little jump. "Oh I will. Kurt . I will. Thank you so much."

"Barbara."

"Yes."

" I am your boss. How should you address me?"

"Oh I am so stupid and dumb. I am sorry sir." 

Barbara looked at him. "Can I call you Sir?"

Kurt smiled. "Yes. Now make sure you are dressed for success. See you Monday."

Barbara got up Monday morning earlier than usual and spent several minutes carefully selecting her clothes. She had gained a few pounds in the last few years and so she went to some of her older clothes until she found a short tight skirt that she wiggled into. Then she chose a bra and a sheer blouse and as she looked at herself in the mirror she knew she had made a mistake but she also knew it was better to let Kurt correct it. She chose her highest heels and carefully packed her makeup in her purse because she knew a bimbo spent hours on her makeup and Kurt would expect it. Before she left the house she stared at herself in the mirror. Where had her self respect gone she wondered? Could she really do this, become a dumb blonde bimbo? And why was she doing it? And then she remembered how good it felt when she called herself dumb and Kurt had petted her head. She felt safe and liberated and had no worries for those moments she was saying she was just a dumb blonde. Barbara took a deep breath and walked out of the door, not really sure where this was going to end up. 

Barbara arrived at work at 8 am, an hour early and sat quietly in the outer office as Kurt and his assistant went about the business of starting the day and the week. 

Kurt had watched with happiness as Barbara wiggled into the office and then sat quietly as she knew her dumb blonde should. Eventually Kurt came out and told Barbara to spend some time with his former assistant going over the phone system and how to make his coffee before she left. Kurt's assistant was taking Barbara's job as bookkeeper. 

The young woman went over the phone system with Barbara but Barbara just kept saying "it looks complicated." Eventually the young woman gave up and left shaking her head. 

The Kurt called her into the office. Barbara tottered in on her high heels and stood expectantly in front of Kurt. She had on bright red lipstick and eye shadow and she tugged a little self consciously as her tight short skirt rode up her legs. 

Kurt shook his head indicating his disapproval and Barbara frowned and then looked down. "I know it's wrong but I like tried my best. I am just like, dumb."

"Do you know the problem?" Kurt said. 

Barbara thought for a moment and then smiled shyly. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and undid her bra and pulled it off of one shoulder and then the other and pulled her bra out of her shirt and held it out to Kurt. "Was this the problem?" she said shyly, shaking her tits. 

"Good girl" Kurt said approvingly. Barbara twirled with delight on her high heels. "Coffee tea or me?" she squealed happily.

Kurt swung out his chair and patted his lap. "Come sit here." 

Barbara walked over on her high heels, conscious of her tits straining against her tight shirt with no bra and sat down on Kurt's lap. She felt like a little girl. 

Kurt rubbed her back and massaged her shoulders. 

"Good girl. You are trying. But we need to work on you a bit more. Shorter skirts, and tighter. Kurt leaned over and typed on his computer and a picture of the small black club dress came up on the screen.

"And buy a few of these. Black. Red. Silver."

Barbara looked at the tight dress on the screen and saw how the model's tits jutted out. She nodded. "OK." 

"Have you learned the phone system yet?"

Barbara looked down. "Not really. It seems like so hard."

Kurt rubbed her back. "That's OK. I don't expect much out of a dumb blonde. But what you don't have in brains you can make up for with...."

Kurt let the question hang there and then Barbara turned in his lap and jutted out her breasts and shook them "With these?" she asked. 

Kurt smiled and unbuttoned one more button on her blouse. Now Barbara would have to be careful. If she bent over too far her tits would come spilling out. 

Barbara stared into the young man's eyes for a moment and then laid her head on his chest. Kurt stroked her back. 

"Just do what I tell you when I tell you. Dress the way I want and walk the way I want and talk in a high pitched bimbo voice and it will all be ok."

Barbara felt protected and safe and nodded as she felt Kurt rub her back and pat her on her head. It felt good. She let her hand fall to his chest and she rubbed it. Then she moved her hand down to his stomach. Kurt picked up her hand. "Your nails are too short. Get fake ones until you grow real ones. Keep them painted bright red."

Barbara nodded. "I forgot. I am just dumb dumb dumb."

Kurt let her hand fall and Barbara put it on his stomach and slowly let it fall down to his waist. She ran her nail over his zipper and she felt his cock stiffen. 

In a small baby-girl voice she said "I may be a dumb blonde but I know what you want." 

"What" Kurt said simply. 

Barbara turned and looked into his eyes. 

"Me. You want me. My hot milf body. And you can have me. I am yours." 

"Show me" Kurt said simply. 

Barbara took his hand and placed it on her tit. Kurt squeezed it through her blouse and enjoyed the feeling. Barbara leaned over to kiss him but Kurt moved his lips so she kissed his neck in small kisses and bites and whispered in his ear. "You want me and I am yours. Just tell me what to do." Kurt played with her nipple through her shirt and felt it stiffen. He ran his finger on small circles around the nipple. Barbara felt her self get warm and starting to get wet. 

Kurt stood up and gently pushed Barbara down and she fell to her knees. She looked up at him expectantly and reached for his zipper and pulled it down. She smiled. Then she reached in and felt his cock and started to pull it out. She parted her thick red lips and ran her tongue around her lips. 

Kurt moved her head away and Barbara rested it on his thigh. 

"You have to earn the right to do that."

Barbara nodded and felt ashamed. "Dumb old me" she said. 

Then she kissed his cock through his pants. "I will earn you, like yeah" she said in a high Valley Girl voice. "Like, this dumb blonde bimbo will work hard to earn you." 

Then she stood up and realized she was crying. She took a tissue and wiped away her tears. "Oh goodness me. I must like look a mess. I need to do my face!" 

Then as Kurt watched she reached into her purse and pulled out a small mirror and did her makeup, spending time with her lipstick, putting it on and batting her lips, knowing Kurt liked that. Then she stood up and felt her tits sway and she tottered around on her high heels in a circle. "You like?"

Kurt stared at the Milf. Barbara stood there with her hands on her hips, gently swaying her ass back and forth. She thought to herself how less than a week ago doing what she was doing would have been unthinkable. And somewhere deep inside of her she realized she had crossed a line. It was when she had knelt down in front of Kirk and reached for his cock. And she knew that when he had turned her away it was his way of showing he was in control of her. Because now he could have her suck him whenever he wanted. The thought made her wet and she squirmed. She was an office slut. A bimbo on display with her high heels and tight skirt and tight shirts who chatted away about dumb thing in a high pitched valley girl voice. She swayed expectantly as Kurt stood up and walked over to her. 

He put his hands on her hips and ran them up and down her body. Barbara squirmed with delight. "I like" he said. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out some cash and counted out ten one hundred dollar bills and gave it to her. 

"Go shopping. Skirts tighter and shorter. Tighter shirts and blouses. And those club dresses. Do you need me to show you them again?"

Barbara took the cash and slipped it in her purse and leaned up and lightly kissed Kurt on the lips and then whispered "No. Bimbos know how to shop." Then she squealed and giggled. "We don't like know how to do much else, but we can shop." Barbara walked a step away and wiggled her ass seductively. "And we know how to show what we have." Barbara leaned back into Kurt and he ran his hands up and down the front of her body as she ground her ass into his cock. Kurt kissed her neck and Barbara sighed. They stood there for a moment as Kurt contemplated his next move. He had to move slowly. The slower the better in bringing this Milf completely under his control. 

"I like that you tried to suck my cock" he whispered. Barbara sighed and put her hand behind her and felt his cock in his pants and gently squeezed it. 

"When you're a good girl you will get a treat." 

"Like, ya know, I want to be a good girl" Barbara whispered, hearing her voice go down a few octaves. She surprised herself how much she was desiring him. 

"Keep doing what you're doing" Kurt whispered and Barbara nodded " Like, I will", as she let her young boss's hands roam freely over her body. He squeezed a tit and then pinched a nipple and ground his cock into her ass. She surrendered to his advances. He could do what he wanted. 

Kurt smacked her ass lightly. "Go make some coffee."

"Yes sir" said Barbara obediently. She tottered out of the office, consciously swaying her ass and then stopping a few feet away and bending down, aware that her skirt had ridden up and her panties were showing. "Look on the floor. A lucky penny." Barbara picked it up and then pulled down her skirt and stopped and threw out her breasts and made them sway. 

"I am so lucky to have a job, being as dumb as I am." Then she wiggled away to her desk. "Now how do I make this darn coffee maker work?" she wondered out loud. This was nice , she thought to herself. Being a dumb blonde was so less stressful than her former job. She was beginning to think she was going to like this. 

The week went by quickly. Barbara would totter into the office on high heels every morning, wearing skimpier and skimpier clothing each day. She would make coffee and sit at her desk and file her nails and sometimes just stare into space and wait for Kurt and then go tottering into her young boss's office and do whatever he wanted. Every thirty or forty minutes she pulled out her makeup kit and carefully re-applied her makeup, spending a long time carefully examining herself so that Kurt would find her perfect. She realized how happy she was just worrying about her lipstick and nothing else. 

On Thursday Barbara was wearing the black club dress that Kurt had picked out for her. As she had suspected, her tits jutted straight out and she couldn't walk more than a dozen steps without stopping to pull down the dress in the back or her ass would hang out. Barbara felt like a sex object on display as she sashayed around the office. Kurt called her in and had her get some files from the bottom drawer, watching her as she bent over and wiggled her ass suggestively. Then she tottered over to him and handed him the files while he stared at her tits. Then he gave her some different files to put back in the bottom drawer. Then he had her move somethings around his office, watching her breasts bounce suggestively in her tight dress. After a half an hour of this Barbara closed the door and walked over and sat in Kurt's lap. 

"I know what you're doing you bad boy" she squealed in her high pitch bimbo voice. The idea that she had an MBA and was once a serious business woman was now a distant memory. On the way into the office while walking down the street from the parking lot to the office some guys had followed her on the street, whistling at her and making catcalls. In response Barbara had wiggled her ass even more seductively causing the young men to go crazy. As she reached the office Barbara realized her heart was pounding. She loved being slutty and a bimbo in public. Barbara also realized that she was becoming very frustrated. Her husband was useless. He was depressed and slept all the time, waiting until the feds came to arrest him. Kurt had her dressing like a slut and strutting around showing off her body. Several times a day he would play with her. Grab her tit. Massage her ass. Kiss her. But he hadn't made her cum and he hadn't even gotten close to fucking her. As she pulled her dress down Barbara realized that for the first time in a long time she was very horny. 

Barbara made a pouty face while sitting in Kurt's lap. In her new bimbo high pitched voice she complained: "Like you haven't even mentioned my new nails." She ran her nails down his chest and let them rest in his lap. Then she took her longest nail and began to trace the outline of his cock through his pants. 

"And my new sexy dress I bought just for you." Barbara batted her eyelashes at Kurt and wiggled suggestively in his lap. More and more she was becoming a full bimbo as the traces of her old, respectable and serious identity faded. Now more than ever she wanted Kurt to fuck her. 

Kurt turned her face to his. 

"You are making me very happy the way you are now dressing and acting."

"Like, really?" Barbara said. Then she bounced a little, causing her tits to bounce. "You like?"

Kurt cupped a tit in his hand and squeezed it and Barbara sighed. "I like" he said. 

Barbara leaned in to kiss Kurt. Kurt could taste her red lipstick and he felt his cock tighten. He kissed her back, slowly, running his tongue over her thick red lips. Kurt pulled the dress down and one tit popped out. He played with it for a bit and felt her nipple stiffen. Barbara sighed. "I could sit here all day" she said. And she meant it. Kurt ground his cock into her ass. Barbara ground herself back into Kurt. She really wanted to be fucked. 

The phone rang and Kurt told her to get it. Barbara sat up and put her tit back into her dress and reached for the phone. Kurt stopped her and pulled her dress down again until just one tit popped out. "Now you can answer the phone."

Barbara giggled and felt flush. The ultimate humiliation. Having to work with one tit hanging out. She squirmed on Kurt's lap and answered the phone and labored to take a message while Kurt played with her tit and her nipple. She felt like the ultimate bimbo. When she put down the phone Kurt told her to get him some coffee. Barbara stood up and immediately knew what Kurt wanted to see. Tottering on her high heels, with one tit hanging out for Kurt to see, she wiggled over to the coffee pot and made her boss a cup of coffee before wiggling back to him, conscious that her naked tit was bouncing. She was now unbelievably hot. She then leaned over with the cup as her tit hung in the air. Kurt ran his hand over her ass and she wiggled it. Then he pinched her tit hard as she stood there with his coffee. Then he took the coffee and she stood back up and just waited, her breast hanging there as Kurt drank his coffee for a few minutes. As the time went by, she would move a little to make her tit sway seductively. She hoped against hope Kurt would decide to fuck her. 

Kurt spent a moment and thought about Barbara's transformation. It was almost complete. She was standing with her tit hanging out and Kurt looked into her eyes. He was looking for recognition of the old Barbara. Just a spark because what he was trying to accomplish was a delicate balance. He wanted her to be and think and act completely like a Bimbo, but at a deep down level he wanted her to remember how she was so that every thing she did and every thing he subjected her to made her remember and recognize who she used to be. In the end it would be too easy for her to just be a bimbo, and Kurt didn't want it to be completely easy for her. He wanted her to know, at some level, that she was voluntarily submitting to him. That was the ultimate power. 

Kurt saw a flicker of exasperation in her eyes and that was what he was looking for. He smiled. Then Kurt slapped her ass. "Ok, no more fun, back to work." 

Barbara pouted for a moment and just stood there. 

Kurt looked at her and knew what she was feeling. "You need to work harder before you get what you want. More of a bimbo. More of a slut." 

Barbara put her tit back into her dress and turned and slowly walked out of his office, shaking her ass as hard as she could from side to side, just as she had done in the street. Something was happening to her. All of this reinforcement about her being a dumb bimbo was starting to take a hold of her and she was starting to obsess just about her looks and sex all the time. All she now cared about was being a sexy bimbo for a young man more than half her age. She had trouble remembering why she ever even wanted to work as anything other than Kurt's personal assistant. And yet for one moment while she was standing there, her tit on display for Kurt, she thought that she should be angry. That it wasn't right for him to toy with her like that. She tried to think of a word- she could almost see it- it began with a "D". Demean.....something or other she thought. More and more she had trouble remembering the meaning of big words. That was the change. She remembered that she wanted the change. 

"Oh well" she thought. Enough of hard thinking. No more of that. 

As she wiggled back to her desk and felt the tit that Kurt had played with, she realized she was soaking wet. A thought crossed her mind: why hadn't Kurt fucked her yet? He knew he could have her whenever he wanted. He played with her ass and tits every day and she let willingly let him, dressing as a bimbo and trying to seduce him. Oh well, she thought, maybe I'm just too dumb to know the answer. He'll do what he wants when he wants she thought, and then went back to filing her nails and doing her makeup. 

Lunchtime came and Barbara drank a small protein shake she had brought. She has immediately gone on a diet to fit into even tighter and tighter clothes to please Kurt. After the shake, she looked into her purse. She had an idea last night and had stopped off at a convenience store on the way into work. When she was in her twenties she smoked and had no appetite. Now she was going to start again. She took her purse and tottered down the hallway and walked outside around the back of the office and lit a cigarette, Immediately she felt more relaxed, more comfortable. She took another drag and then heard Kurt's voice: "Oh my, you are a bad girl."

Barbara turned around and saw Kurt smirking at her. "Does this bother you? Like, ya know, should I stop?"

"What do you think?"

Barbara frowned and tried to think what Kurt would want her to say. She took another drag on her cigarette. "Well, bimbos smoke to look sexy and stay thin. And you want me to be a bimbo, so..... Like, I guess I can smoke." Barbara thought for a minute and then asked in her little girl voice. "Like, so, you know, can I?"

Kurt smiled and petted her head. "Yes. Be a good bimbo and sneak out for a smoke. Then wiggle your ass back to your desk and wait for me to call you." Barbara smiled and wiggled her butt and shook her tits and gave a happy squeal and stayed and finished smoking and then sashayed back to her desk, feeling more and more like a bimbo. 

Barbara waited around well past 5PM, hoping that Kurt would call her into his office, but he didn't. About an hour later he stepped out and Barbara looked up from putting on lipstick. 




Barbara Becomes a Bimbo



Kurt laughed. "Are you just a dumb bimbo who needs to be told when to go home?"

Barbara stood up and shook her tits a little and nodded, hoping that Kurt would ask her out after work. " Like I guess so" she said in her naive little girl's voice. 

Kurt gave her ass a squeeze and then a pat. "I like this dress. Did you buy the red one as well?"

"Like, ya, maybe I did" Barbara said coyly. "Or like, ya know, maybe tomorrow if it's dress down Friday I could wear some tight jeans and high heels, and this cute little tube top I brought. "

"Surprise me" Kurt said. 

Barbara stood up and then said "Oh I almost left without my keys and purse." Then she bent over and her tits came spilling out of her dress. "Oh my, what a dumb bimbo I am." 

Barbara stood there, her hands on her purse, her breasts exposed. Kurt chuckled and walked up and took her in his arms. 

"Something tells me you don't want to go home."

Barbara batted her eyes at him. " Like, maybe I do. Like ya know, Maybe I don't." Barbara giggled. 

Kurt fondled her tit. He loved hearing this 47 year old MILF talk like a ditzy Valley Girl. "It must be driving you crazy, being on display like this all day with nothing else happening to you."

Barbara moaned and Kurt kissed her slow and sensual. 

"Tell me what you want" he murmured into her. 

"To be your slut."

"Will you do anything I say?"

"Yes."

"Shake your tits and ass whenever I tell you to."

"Yes. That's what bimbos do" Barbara said as she reached for his cock. "Please" she begged. "I've tried hard this week."

"If I tell you to walk down the street like a hooker, will you."

"Like , ya."

Kurt had some ideas, but those were for later. 

Kurt stepped back. He knew she was going crazy. "Be a good bimbo and dress special for me tomorrow."

Barbara sighed and then moaned. "Ok" she squealed in her high pitched voice. Then she walked out of the door and out of the office and slowly walked down the block, consciously shaking her ass a she smoked a cigarette. A few cars beeped and one stopped and waved her over. 

"He thinks I'm a whore" she said to herself. Barbara kept walking and waved shyly at the car which had stopped. As she passed she shook her ass as hard as she could. The car beeped frantically. Barbara stopped on the corner and waited for the light, wrapping her big lips around the cigarette and then forming an O as she blew out smoke. She put her hands on her hips and swayed her ass, conscious that her tits were swinging, barely contained beneath her dress. She realized that Kurt had done this to her. Made her this way. Then she frowned as she realized that Kurt had made her do nothing. She had done it all willingly. This began to trouble her and then with her new bimbo attitude she chased the thoughts away. "Don't think too hard" she said to herself as she wiggled her ass and puffed on her cigarette. "You're not that smart." The thought went away and her thoughts returned to Kurt and what she could to make herself more sexy for him. 

She vowed to dress tomorrow in a way that would make it impossible for him to keep his hands off her. The light changed and in her high heels she tottered across the street to the parking lot while a few cars beeped at her, her cigarette swinging in her hand from her hip. Her transformation was almost complete. 

When Barbara got home her husband was gone. A message on her cell phone from the lawyer told her that he had been arrested earlier in the day. The judge had then denied her husband bond. Barbara listened to the message as if it was in a foreign language. It didn't really register on her. She had a protein shake and then thumbed through a Vogue magazine before going to sleep. 

Barbara awoke the next morning. She showered and went to her closet and pulled out a new pair of Brazilian jeans she had bought. The jeans were low cut in the back. Barbara wiggled into the jeans. She just fit and she had to suck her stomach in a little to button them, but even when she did, her tanned and tight stomach just met her belt line. Barbara then pulled out two tops. One she would wear into work and one she would change into if Kurt asked her out. 

The top she put on was a black tube top. The top pushed her breasts down until they flattened out a bit and then spilled over the top. With a pair of six inch red pumps, Barbara looked at herself critically in the mirror. There was six inches between the top and her jeans. From the front and the side her tanned skin looked good. Barbara then selected a small red jacket to wear over the tube top while she walked in the street. However for Kurt the jacket would come off. 

Barbara then looked at the tight baby blue tank top she had. She knew that when she put that on her tits would fill it out and would wobble as she walked. While that was sure to catch Kurt's eye, she was pretty sure he would like what was written on the front: "If these were brains I'd be a genius." Barbara was pretty sure that Kurt would want to take her out and show her off wearing that. He seemed to like to display her as a bimbo. Barbara laughed to herself. Then she giggled. It was getting more and more natural to be the bimbo Kurt wanted. She couldn't remember when it didn't feel natural to be a bimbo. 

Barbara enjoyed the walk from her car to the office. Several cars beeped and just before she crossed the street she took off her blazer and tottered across the street in super tight low cut jeans, red high heels and her tits bouncing in her black tube top. Men stared and Barbara giggled, enjoying attention. She stopped at the street corner and paused to light a cigarette before strutting and shaking her ass as best she could as she walked to work. She knew she looked good and it felt so good to have her sex on display. It felt liberating and she was looking forward to a day at work where her most important problem would be to not chip a nail and keep her lipstick perfect. She was confident Kurt wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her. 

When Barbara got to the office she waved excitedly at Kurt through the window and he waved back and then stared as Barbara made a big production of removing her jacket and letting her big tits bounce in her tight black tube top. Kurt stared at the 47 year old Milf as she wiggled around on her high heels and he was transfixed by the beautiful skin that showed on her front and back from her tight low jeans to the top that left nothing to imagination. Kurt felt great as he watched Barbara carefully examine her face in her compact. He knew he had won. She had willingly and completely transformed herself into a slutty bimbo. Kurt knew he would fuck his bimbo milf tonight. 

Kurt called Barbara into his office and Barbara wiggled in, consciously shaking her tits so they would sway in her tube top. Barbara stood in the door way, put her hand on her hip and shook her ass. 

"Like this is ok for work isn't it?" Barbara asked. 

"I don't know. Turn around."

Barbara turned around slowly, stopped when her ass faced Kurt and then looked over her shoulder, her tits jutting out from the side. Barbara did a little wiggle and then turned around and walked slowly on her high heels until she stood in front of Kurt. Kurt just stared, drinking in the sight and thinking of all the things he would be doing to her this weekend. 

"So like, should I just stand here?"

Kurt grinned. "You know, I would like that. Just stand there and look sexy for a while while I work."

"Ya, like ok." Barbara giggled a little and her breasts shook. "Like you sure you wont be like distracted?" 

Barbara stood for a few minutes. She liked the idea of showing off her body. Then she had an idea. "Like can ya hang on for a sec and I'll be right back."

Barbara teetered off into her office, grabbed her tank top from her bag and walked to the corner of her office and pulled off her tube top and then put on the tank top. It was tighter than she had imagined and her tits bulged against the fabric: "If these were brains I'd be a genius." 

Barbara then wiggled back into Kurt's office and proudly displayed her shirt. 

Kurt gave Barbara a big smile and slowly clapped and then turned his chair and Barbara wiggled over to his lap and sat down. 

"Well look at you" Kurt said. "A blonde bimbo."

Barbara giggled. "Like, your bimbo. Ya."

"My bimbo" Kurt repeated. "I think I should take my bimbo out tonight."

Barbara squealed with delight. "Like I wanna date you."

Kurt then pulled Barbara close to him and she put her head on his chest while he ran his hands over her tits. "Like this feels so yummy" Barbara cooed as Kurt felt himself getting impossibly hard. He whispered into her ear: "How would you like to spend the day shopping for more clothes and shoes like this? Get some short jean-shorts, and some more tight tank tops like this and get some thongs for underwear."

"Like ya. Like I l love shopping for clothes."

Kurt gave Barbara some cash and then the address of a bar to meet him after work. Barbara tottered away happy. 

Kurt was sitting in the bar when Barbara walked in on her high heels. She was wearing a new jeans skirt which was very short and the same tight tank top. She walked over to Kurt while she smoked a cigarette and most eyes on the bar were on her. Barbara wiggled her ass and shook her tits and walked very slowly so that all eyes would be on her. She knew that Kurt wanted her to put on a show and she tried her best. A small part of her was embarrassed, knowing that it was very improper for a woman her age to be dressed like she was dressed. But Barbara quickly dismissed that thought. 

Barbara walked over and put her arms around Kurt and kissed him, running her new long red nails over his face while they kissed. She felt Kurt squeeze her ass so she gave it a little wiggle for him. 

"You look fantastic" Kurt said. 

"Good enough to eat?" Barbara giggled as she wiggled her chest at him. 

The waitress came over and scowled at Barbara but by now Barbara was getting used to the dirty looks from women. They sat down and had a drink and Kurt couldn't wait any more as Barbara huddled close to him, rubbing her tits on his arm, and lightly brushing her nails over his crotch. 

While he wanted to show off Barbara, that would have to wait. He wanted to get her back to his place. But then three of his friends came walking by and saw him and sat down. All had gone to high school with him and Barbara's son, but only one of them recognized her: Jared, who lived down the block and was Barbara's son's best friend. Kurt recognized an opportunity to teach Barbara something, so he forced himself to wait. 

Jared did a double take. "Mrs. B?" He couldn't believe how she looked and how she was dressed. She had for sure been a milf fantasy of his since he was in his early teens, but now here she was, dressed like a slut, acting crazy. 

Jared surveyed the scene as Barbara did a shot of tequila and then started smoking a cigarette and swaying her body to the music. Jared caught Kurt's eye and pulled him over to the side. 

"Dude, what is the deal with Mrs B?" Kurt laughed. "Dressed like a real slut, huh?" Jared nodded. "But dude, what is going on?" "Well, she works for me and her husband was just arrested and is going to prison and I have sort of suggested to her that she would do well in the company if she just acted a little slutty and she took it from there." Jared digested the information. "But dude, are you doing her?" Kurt laughed. "Look, if you want a piece of her, take her on the dance floor and have some fun, but she's going home with me tonight. But you can make plans to do her next week. She'll do anything I tell her to do." "Anything?" Kurt laughed. "Anything bud."

Jared thought about it for a moment. He felt some loyalty to his friend, but this was an opportunity he was sure he would never have again. 

Jared stood up and walked over to Barbara and grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Barbara giggled and took a few dance steps in her high heels and felt her breasts sway. She danced with Jared for several songs, shaking her butt and wiggling her tits and laughing and having a good time. Jared took her hand and led her off to the other side of the bar which was darker and he found an empty booth and sat down. Barbara wiggled in next to him. A waitress came over and they ordered drinks and Barbara took out a cigarette from her purse and Jared lit it for her and she blew some smoke in his face. 

"I didn't know you smoked." "It helped me lose some weight." "You really look great. I mean amazing and sexy." Barbara smiled at Jared. He was tall and on the high school and college swim teams, so he was very athletic. "I always thought you were sexy." Jared had his arm around the back of the booth and he let it fall to her shoulder and began to massage it. Barbara jutted her chest out, which made her tits stand out even more. "Oooh, that feels good."

Jared ran his hand up and down her back and then slipped his hand under her shirt and lightly stroked her bare back. Barbara cuddled closer to Jared which allowed him to reach around her side and cop his first feel of her left tit. Her tit felt amazing to Jared. It was soft and round and fleshly and Jared began to explore it, squeezing it and lifting it up and feeling it sag in his hand. Barbara turned to face Jared and lightly kissed him on the lips. Jared kissed her back harder, and soon they had their arms wrapped around each other and were making out, although Barbara had her cigarette in her hand behind Jared's head. After ten minutes of frantically making out with Barbara, Jared broke a kiss and stared at Barbara. Barbara smiled shyly. Jared looked in to her eyes and he fumbled with the bottom of her shirt and then slipped his hand under the front of her shirt. He wondered how far she would let him go. As he continued to look deeply into her eyes, his hand slid over her flat stomach until he cupped the front of her tit, and he began to play with her nipple. That caused Barbara to moan and she almost leapt until she was straddling him, with his hand up her shirt playing with her tit, she began to make out with Jared furiously again. 

"Listen baby, I have to go home with Kurt tonight and we will probably be together all weekend, but like we're not exclusive or anything and I would love for you to come over next week." As she was saying this Barbara was rubbing her pubis on Jared thigh which was under her skirt and pressed right up against her. 

Jared couldn't believe what he was hearing, but then his whole night was turning into one big surprise. "In your house?" "Yeah" Barbara bit his lip and sucked on it for a minute as she ground on his leg. "Come fuck me in my house, in my bed. I know you always wanted to when you slept over, and now that my idiot husband is arrested and out of the house, I get lonely sometimes."

Jared continued squeezing her tit and playing with her stiff nipple. This was a fantasy come true and beyond. Barbara began to kiss him more sensuously. Her rubbing on his leg started going faster and faster. 

Jared had an idea. 

He moved Barbara off his leg just before she came. Barbara gasped. "Oh gawd....baby what did you do? Please baby..." Barbara squirmed over to his leg but Jared pushed her off. 

Barbara wrapped her arms tightly around him and kissed him as hard as she could as the tension in her body was making her crazy. 

Jared pushed her back into the booth and put his hands between her legs and Barbara quickly opened them. Jared ran his hands lightly over her panties and he felt how wet she was. Jared kissed her lightly. 

"You want to cum, right?"

Barbara moaned and nodded. 

"What about me?"

Barbara moaned. "I can't right now. I mean like here and all."

Jared tickled her inner thigh and Barbara squirmed and moaned again. She tried hard to think. 

"Come to my house baby, and fuck this milf slut in her bed like you always dreamed of.' Barbara began to moan as Jared continued to stimulate her nipple. "Oh gawd, baby. You can....you can like have me all night and all day. Like we'll just stay in bed all day and explore each other. You want that baby?"

Jared nodded quickly. "More than anything." Then he kissed her deeply, his tongue intertwining with hers. "And when I get there I will make you cum all day."

Barbara nodded her head. "Like ya, like that sounds so ridiculous good and like I cannot wait."

Jared removed her hand and Barbara pouted. "Nothing for me now?"

"Nope. Lets go back and when we walk back I really want to see you strut your stuff."

Barbara kissed Jared and put his hand on her tit. "Please baby?" She wiggled her butt and thrust her tits out. In one corner of her mind she realized she was literally begging this 19 or 20 year old to help her cum. She should have been ashamed and even angry. It was demeaning. But that part of her was gone or at least mostly gone. She had a hard time remembering who that person was. The new Barbara was the dumb, blonde, ditzy bimbo who spent endless hours dieting and doing her makeup and concentrating on the smallest details of her looks so she would be sexy and alluring for Kurt. Now she was begging in public for Jared to just put his knee between her thighs so she could rub on it and cum. 

"Lift up your shirt" Jared said. 

"Like why baby?"

"Because it will turn me on."

Barbara sighed and lifted up her tight tank top and her large 40d's spilled out. Jared took out his phone and began videoing her. 

'Now shake them." Barbara began to wiggle her tits. 

Jared's I phone captured it all. 

"Now light a cigarette."

Barbara fished in her little gold purse and lit a cigarette and then deeply inhaled and blew smoke at the camera phone. 

Jared reached out and plucked a ripe nipple. Barbara was embarrassed being displayed and toyed with and that was making her even more horny. 

"Now tell me again what you want."

Barbara cocked her head to one side and sighed, slightly annoyed. She put her hand on her hip as if she was a little upset. 

Jared twisted her nipple. "If you want to cum, say it."

Barbara raised her valley girl voice to that of a little girl. If he wanted her to play a dumbo horny bimbo, well she wasn't really playing that role anymore anyway. It was all too real. 

"I want you like to come to my house and like we can cuddle and kiss all day and night and spend all night in my bed and like I will like take care of you and please you ya, and like we can just be like sexy together all day and night. That would be like rad fun, ya."

Jared couldn't believe his luck with this milf of his dreams. He snapped his phone shut, told Barbara to put on her shirt and then kissed her deeply. Barbara moaned. 

Jared whispered in her ear. "Lets go back. And get ready for me next week."

Barbara moaned. She got up and was dizzy. She was hot and bothered and wet and hadn't cum yet. She tottered on her high heels, wiggling her ass as much as she could and shaking her tits as she walked and smoked and saw that she was making a spectacle of herself. But that seemed to be what all the guys who were with her wanted. 

When they got back to the table Kurt smirked "You two have a good time?" and he winked at Jared who winked back at him. Barbara sat next to Kurt and picked up an iced tea. "Like I'm so hot from like dancing." Then she laughed. "That was like a funny joke because like I am so hot even without dancing but like....you know....I'm ditzy but hot in not like a heat hot way but in like a sexy hot way."

Kurt put his finger to her lips. "You just sit there and look sexy and try not and think of complicated things like hot and hot."

Barbara nodded. It made her happy to just sit quietly and let people stare at her. She giggled. "I just get so confused sometimes." Then she pulled out her mirror and re did her makeup and lipstick and then took out another cigarette and just concentrated on looking sexy while she smoked. It made her happy not to have to think of anything else. 




Barbara Becomes a Bimbo



One of Kurt's other friends asked her to dance and Barbara got up and wiggled over to the dance floor and as soon as she started he was on top of her, pulling her close and kissing her and groping her body.

"How old are you?" he whispered in her ear. "Like 47 ya." "I just turned 18. You are so hot." His hand was resting on the front of her shirt and he was massaging her tit as she swayed her body into his with the music. "You like younger guys?" Barbara wiggled closer to him and felt him grab her ass. As was so ready to cum that any stimulation would do it. Barbara kissed him and sucked his tongue into her mouth for a minute and then broke the kiss. "Like ya I like younger guys"

After a few minutes where she was being continually groped, Barbara disentangled herself and wiggled back to the group where Kurt's third friend asked her to dance. Barbara stood there with her hands on her hips, sort of smiling but also exasperated as the boy sidled up behind her and pulled her close and ground himself into her ass. "Oh, you boys are all bad" Barbara giggled. "I'm just too tired to dance." 

Barbara was also just a bit annoyed. All the pawing of her body was making her incredibly horny and she needed a release. She tried to show that she was frustrated by standing with her hands on her hips, but the boy behind her started groping her and it was making her crazy and since she knew she was now a bimbo and a display thing sex toy, she just sighed and let him have his way. She was beginning to accept that her body was not hers anymore, it was for Kurt to put on display and let his friends use and she told herself as she stood there and saw Kurt smirking at her that she would have to learn to accept her new role in life. 

"So just sit on his lap and let him have some fun" Kurt said. 

Barbara sighed and wiggled over to the teen and sat on his lap. Her hand tried to fend off his incessant groping of her body but eventually he was too insistent and got his hand up her shirt and grabbed her tit. "Oh you!" Barbara said and then giggled as she noticed that Jared and the other teen had their cell phones out and were videoing her being felt up. Barbara lit a cigarette and just sat there as the teen played with her body. He nuzzled her ear and started kissing her neck and whispering in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you soon. Just you and me. I'm going to come and get you and take you to some cheap fuck motel and fuck you all night long because I love fucking bimbo milfs." 

Barbara put her hand on his lap and felt his raging erection and gave it a quick squeeze before she just squirmed in his lap and sat there while his hands roamed over her body, pulling on her nipples, squeezing her tits, and as he kissed her neck. 

Kurt finally said, "OK, enough fun for tonight." Then he stood up and Barbara stood up and Kurt put her on display. "Show them how proud you are of your shirt."

Barbara sighed and then wiggled so her tits bounced in her tank top. "Wow" one of the teens said as he stared at her tits recording her display with his Iphone: "You would be a fucking genius."

Barbara giggled. She knew she was being displayed like a dumb tramp and she knew Kurt had let his friends play with her body like some cheap toy and somehow it turned her on. A month ago this scene would have been unthinkable, but then again, a month ago Barbara had been a thinking, smart, motivated woman. Now she was Kurt's little bimbo sex toy to display and loan to his friends, and now she was pretty sure she was going to his place where she would be his own private sex toy for the weekend. The thought pleased her. 

They weren't in Kurt's apartment for more then a minute when Kurt started kissing Barbara heavily. Without breaking the kiss the two stripped as they walked into Kurt's bedroom. Kurt laid Barbara on the bed and then climbed on top of her and looked into her eyes. She was 47 years old and had a great body that he had been pawing and exploring for the past few weeks. Now another part of his plan was about to be realized. He was going to fuck his enemy's mother and she was going to love it. 

The first time Kurt slipped his cock into Barbara Blaine, an indescribable feeling of conquest overtook him. He had waited a long time for this, and now he was going to enjoy the moment. Barbara's eyes were closed. She moaned softly as she felt Kurt's thickness fill her. He was bigger than her only other lover, longer and wider and was reaching places that had never been reached before. For a brief moment she regretted all that had transpired between Kurt and her and then she put the thought out of her mind. She was going to enjoy this. 

Kurt wanted her to enjoy the moment as well, but he had longer term plans for the sexy milf squirming and moaning beneath him. For the moment he was going to be the gentle lover, but not forever he told himself. Not forever. He hadn't forgotten all that Barbara had done to him- from getting kicked out of his high school to getting disciplined by his father. And Barbara would pay. She might enjoy what he had in store for her, and she might not. It was really all up to her Kurt thought as he quickened his strokes and saw the big breasted blonde's face flush as he felt her nipples stiffen underneath him and as her arms squeezed him tighter. A bead of sweat dropped off of Kurt and to keep his mind off just how damn sexy this woman moaning beneath him was, he watched the sweat fall on to her brow and then roll down the side of her face. 

Kurt slowed his pace down, making his strokes longer and deeper and slower and he was rewarded with a new set of moans from Barbara. He stopped for a second and hovered above her. Barbara opened her eyes and saw her young lover above her staring intensely into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her and she felt him gently twist her nipple and she began to shudder as he quickened his pace. Faster and faster now Kurt fucked Barbara Blaine. He kept his eyes open, not wanting to miss anything. He enjoyed watching her large breasts shake and quiver as he began to fuck her harder. He loved watching her lips as she moaned and licked them. He nuzzled her neck and felt her respond. He leaned down and quickly sucked a hard, red and ripe nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it before letting it pop out. He was rewarded with Barbara wrapping her legs around him, drawing him in deeper. 

Kurt felt her clench and tighten before he saw it on her face. A moment later she flushed red across her cheeks and her chest as the first waves of an orgasm washed over her. Kurt slowed down his pace. Barbara was grateful for Kurt's gentleness. Her orgasm was intense and she needed a break. The break lasted only momentarily. She opened her eyes and was about to say something as she felt his rock hard arms tighten around her. She was in the air for a moment and then on her stomach, powerless as she felt him pulling her hips into the air. She wanted to say "no" but she was breathless from her orgasm. She felt his heat and the tip of his cock and although her mind was telling her that she was not ready for another round, her body betrayed her. It would not be the last time Barbara's body would betray her with Kurt. Involuntarily she raised her hips and then her ass, presenting herself for Kurt. His first thrust made her gasp, and for the next half hour she was constantly battling to catch her breath as Kurt took her, hard, then soft, fast, then slow, deep, then teasing, his hands constantly controlling her. They were on her hips, then squeezing her large soft breasts, then one was pulling her hair back and causing her to arch her back which only gave his large cock even deeper access to her as his other hand was either kneading a tit or grabbing the flank of her ass. 

Barbara wanted him to stop, but she found that she couldn't stop. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets as she found strength she didn't know she had and began to thrust her ass back into him. Their bodies found a rhythm, a rhythm that Barbara had only dreamed about- maybe in the early days of her lovemaking it had been there, but it had been so long ago. Each thrust was met as his groin and her ass made contact louder and harder. Each grunted and moaned and pushed their bodies for just another moment. For Barbara it was the impossible becoming possible as wave after wave of orgasms swept over her body. For Kurt it was a matter of concentration. He was in great shape, so physically he could have kept going for hours. But it was the sight and thoughts of this sexy older woman on her hands and knees giving him everything he wanted as she struggled through multiple orgasms. It was her complete surrender to him that was his ultimate turn on and goal. Watching her breasts sway as he fucked her, hearing her moan as he lightly smacked her ass, feeling the heat as pulled her upright on her knees, pressing his stomach against her back, a large tit in each hand, his mouth biting her neck and hearing her gasp with pleasure as he cock pointed straight up inside her as they ground against each other with a passion and a fury Barbara had never known. 

Eventually Kurt decided he had enough and was ready to have an orgasm. It gave him pleasure to know he was in control. He watched as Barbara withstood his assaults on her body. At times it was almost like he was outside himself. He slowed his pace for a few moments as he contemplated how to finish. He decided to give her one last hard fuck. He reached around with both hands and fumbled for a moment for her nipples. With one nipple secure between a thumb and forefinger of each hand, he began to fuck her hard. The effect on Barbara was immediate and intense. Her nipples were stretched and pulled as the momentum from his thrusts sent her 40 D breasts swinging outward, their path only stopped by how far her nipples would stretch. And causing the momentum behind the swinging of her breasts was Kurt's frantic thrusts, now coming harder and harder. Barbara felt him swell inside of her and although she was sure she had nothing left she felt this intense wave of heat sweep over her body as Kurt let loose. His orgasm was intense and hot. At the last moment he sunk his teeth into the nape of her neck, causing her to gasp in surprise one last time from the feeling of pleasure and pain. Her body started a series of deep tremors as she began to shake as she felt him cum deep insider of her. The source of her shaking was somewhere deep inside of her and as the waves over came her she lost her grip on the bedsheets. Her arms couldn't hold her up anymore and she fell on her stomach as the last of Kurt's deepest thrusts caused searing heat deep inside of her; deeper than anyone had ever been. A rag doll with her long hair wet and matted, Barbara simply surrendered the last ounces of resistance she had. 

At some level Barbara thought to herself that he had completely won. He had broken her mentally. She had willingly become a dumb blonde bimbo, sashaying around the office, saying that the phone and the coffee maker were too complicated for her. She knew what she was doing when she dressed like bimbo an squealed and said she was dumb, and lately it had become second nature to her. She admitted she liked it. Life was simpler when she just admitted she was dumb and let Kurt make decisions for her. 

And now her body had surrendered to Kurt. He was doing things to her beyond anything she had ever expected and she knew she would let him do anything he wanted to. She had surrendered her mind to Kurt and now her body. A thought flashed through her mind: what if he wasn't going to be fair with her? What if he made her do things she didn't want to do? Was he still angry with her for getting him thrown out of school? Would he seek revenge or was this enough, her being his dumb blonde slut? She sighed. She knew she was helpless. Kurt had won. Whatever he wanted she would do. 

Kurt felt her surrender and pushed himself to give her another thrust and then another and then another. He sensed the importance of taking her once she was past the point of surrender. It was his way of showing her that her body belonged to him. Barbara was past a level of consciousness where she would remember her surrender to Kurt. But at a deeper level it was being burned into her: he had taken her past the point where she could exercise any control over her body. For the first time in her life she had been fully and completely taken. Her body had been owned. As she drifted back into higher levels of consciousness her surrender made her seek comfort from the man who now owned her. She pulled him close and rolled over and her lips found his and immediately his tongue invaded her, but it was more gentle and more sensual and as he bit and sucked on her lips Barbara felt as if she was in a place better than heaven. Even Kurt, who had been planning and scheming had to admit to himself that the moment was almost pure and sweet and as sexual a moment as he had ever experienced. Kurt allowed himself to relax and kiss this woman he had been dreaming about for years. She was his. And before her punishment and training would begin, he would allow himself several days of this- pure, hot, sweet, wonderful sex. Barbara sighed, unaware that her pleasure was a momentary reprieve from a young man who had devious plans for her. 

Kurt had one more lesson in store for Barbara before relaxing and enjoying the moment completely. As they lay there in each others arms Kurt put Barbara's hand on his cock. Barbara wrapped her long red nails around it and began to stroke it lightly. Within a few minutes Kurt was hard again. He leaned over and kissed Barbara and then mounted her, pushing her back on the bed. 

Barbara giggled. "Oh my. My boy is horny."

Kurt didn't respond, concentrating on fucking Barbara and getting her to a certain point. Within a few minutes Kurt had Barbara where he wanted her. Her legs was clenched around him and she was drawing him in. She was on the verge of another orgasm. Kurt slowed his motion and then stopped. Barbara snapped open her eyes and saw Kurt staring into her eyes. 

"Baby don't stop" she moaned. 

"Are you a bimbo?" Kurt asked. 

Barbara giggled. "You know I am."

"No I mean really. No faking. Are you a bimbo?"

"Yes baby."

Kurt stopped and pulled his cock almost all the way out and then stopped. "Tell me the truth damn it and if you lie I will throw you out, fire you and you will never see me again. Are you a smart woman with an MBA or a dumb stupid bimbo slut?"

Barbara was confused. She strained with her legs to pull him in. Her pussy was on fire. She needed him and she thought he loved it when she played the bimbo. 

"I....I don't ...oh please baby. Not now. Please. Just fuck me and we'll talk later."

Kurt clenched his teeth. "Tell me now or you are out forever."

Barbara suppressed a sob. She hadn't though about it much in the last few weeks as Kurt had gently pressed her into being a dumb blonde. "I really don't know" she finally said. 

With a surprising amount of force Kurt flipped Barbara over and pushed her down flat on the bed. Then he took her hard and began to pound her. Barbara was helpless. 

"You decide right now bitch. You are a dumb stupid blonde or just some hot smart milf that I fucked. But once you decide you cannot go back. And I will tell you right now, either way you decide I am fucking you in the ass. The difference is whether I throw your ass out afterward."

Kurt lifted Barbara up to her knees. Barbara hung like a rag doll. Her hair was matted wet. Her large breasts swung beneath her. 

Kurt smacked her ass hard. "Lift up your ass bitch."

Barbara trembled as she lifted her ass up. She had never been fucked in the ass before. 

"Tell me now before I fuck your ass. Smart mouth Milf, or dumb bimbo slut. But once you choose, you choose. No going back."

Barbara felt the tip of his cock at her ass. She felt powerless to resist. She thought of her prior life, and all those years she had fought with her husband about business, and finance and investments and even discussions about politics. 

And then she thought of the last three weeks where all she had concentrated on was doing her makeup and nails and smoking her cigarettes and dressing for Kurt and waiting on him and getting him coffee and spending the money he gave her on slutty clothes and makeup. It had been so liberating being dumb. Somehow she felt free. She saw how the other secretaries and women at work ridiculed her and smirked at her, but somehow that didn't bother her anymore. 

Kurt began to ease his cock slowly in her ass. Barbara relaxed and felt him swell inside of her. It was like no feeling she had ever felt before. She felt totally full of this man and she wiggled her ass and Kurt began to pump her, slowly at first, then harder. 

"Decide before I cum, or you're out."

Barbara thought about her powerlessness. Right now her ass was up in the air for Kurt to do to her whatever he wanted. In private, in his bed, she was his toy. She was powerless. Then she remembered the scene in the bar where in public he was showing her she was powerless. She was told to wiggle and display her body and let three of his friends display her and paw and maul her and kiss her and make their own private plans to fuck her and all she could do to register any protest was stand there with a little dumb smile on her face with her head tilted and her hands on her hips. But really, she could have run away at any time. But she didn't. She stayed and willingly became a public plaything for those teens. So really, the idea dimly passed through her head, what choice did she have now? Hadn't she really already chosen? Wasn't her private surrender to Kurt just like her public surrender? Total and complete. 

Barbara raised her voice until it was high and girly: "I.....I want you. Like, I don't make big decisions. I'm.....I'm just too stupid for that. You know that baby."

"You are just a dumb bimbo aren't you?" Kurt said as he pumped her ass. "Dumb" said Barbara as Kurt thrust deeper in her ass. Kurt paused for a minute and then thrust again. "Bimbo" gasped Barbara as she felt his cock travel even deeper up her ass. Kurt quickened his pace. With every thrust Barbara said "dumb" or "bimbo" as she moved her ass back to meet his cock.

Kurt smiled. He now knew he had her. He had forced Barbara to confront her past life and fully reject it on her own. He continued pumping her. Barbara continued moaning "dumb" and "bimbo" with each thrust. The more she said it, the closer she felt again to cuming, and somehow this orgasm was going to be bigger than the last ones. 

"Does this feel good?"

"Oh baby it does."

"Would you like some money to go shopping and buy some outfits that show off your ass so you can shake it for me."

Barbara wiggled her ass in delight and squealed with pleasure. 

"I love shopping for clothes for you baby. You know I am too dumb to go shopping unless you remind me. I'm just, like, ya know, so ditzy sometimes. But like ya, baby, I want to go shopping for some sexy clothes."

Kurt slowed down for a moment and surveyed Barbara and thought of all he had accomplished. She was on all fours, in his bed, naked, her breasts hanging and swaying while he plunged his cock in and out of her. His hands were on her shapely ass. Kurt knew he was master of this bimbo milf. He could slip his cock in and out of her ass, and all she would do was squeal. He could fuck her as hard as he could and she would grunt and moan and endure his onslaught, never thinking for a minute that she had a right to tell him to stop. He could take her for a ride in his car, put down the top, and pull down her shirt and display her tits for all to see. He could bring her to any public place, dressed in as slutty clothes as he could find for her, and what was even more fun was ordering her to go buy the sluttiest clothes possible. 




Barbara Becomes a Bimbo



What could be better? Kurt thought. 

Barbara squealed in a high pitch voice: "Like, ya, I'm going to cum again." 

Barbara changing her voice to that of a bimbo was just too much for Kurt. It turned him on so much to hear her voluntarily change for him like this. He let loose, pumping as much as he could in her before collapsing on top of her. Barbara shouted as Kurt let loose inside of her. The orgasm washed over her, up through her stomach, over her nipples and tits, and exploded in her head. She saw stars and collapsed, moaning "dumb" and "bimbo" as Kurt's cock twitched in her ass. They lay like that for a few minutes, each catching their breath and then Barbara rolled over, feeling Kurt's cock slide out of her ass. She quickly cuddled in Kurt's arms, putting small kisses on his chest and arms and face before she nestled next to him and cooed: "I am just so lucky to have someone who can make decisions for me and like, ya know, take care of me, because like I am just so dumb at times." 

Barbara sat up and lit a cigarette which she knew Kurt liked to see. Then she held up her hand and looked at her nails. "Tomorrow I want to go to the nail salon and ya know, like tell them that like I need nails ya know that go with my cigarettes and outfits because it's like so important that I like look .....what's that big word again?"

Kurt chuckled. Barbara was doing just what he wanted. "Coordinated."

"Like ya! That cordinated word you just said." Barbara then let out a big giggle. "I have such a problem with big words." Then she sunk back into Kurt's arms and let out a sigh: "But that's what I have you for." Then she just lay there and looked at her nails and finished her cigarette before putting her red nails on Kurt's cock again. As soon as he got hard she would go back to work. 

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah" Barbara said shyly. She was a bit embarrassed.

"Did my friends all want to fuck you?"

"Like ya"

"Do you like being a sexy bimbo on display?"

Barbara put her head on Kurt's chest and snuggled up to him. "Yes" she whispered. Deep down Kurt had touched upon her darkest, hidden fantasy: to be a public slut.

"Are you going to let them fuck you?"

Barbara giggled. "Like if you will let me, then like ya, it would be cool and fun and stuff."

Kurt petted her head which made her feel so small and helpless and also made her feel owned by him.

"Yes" he said. "I want you to be slutty for them and fuck them. But there's one rule when it comes to you. You only fuck who I tell you to." Barbara felt a wave of humiliation sweep over her. For one instant the thought of telling him that he had no such right to say that to her raced through her mind. But then she thought of how she had already surrendered to Kurt and how good she felt and how much it turned her on. The sex they had just had was the best sex Barbara had ever had. She wanted more. Kurt petted her head and Barbara felt like a little girl seeking approval. 

Barbara nuzzled Kurt. It felt so good. Barbara knew what she needed to say: "You make all the decisions for me baby and for my pussy. I'm just a dumb blonde who needs to be told what to do." Barbara sighed. "I'll fuck who ever you tell me to."

Kurt petted her some more. "Good girl." Barbara cooed with delight and satisfaction. "That was easy" she thought to herself. "One less thing to think about. Kurt will tell me who to fuck. I can concentrate on my diet and my nails and my makeup and buy sexy clothes." Barbara cuddled even closer to Kurt. It felt so good to be owned. 

Kurt decided to give Barbara one last test. 

"You know, we haven't known each other that long. Tell me a little about yourself."

"Barbara stoked his cock gently. "Like what do you want to know?"

"Umm..well lets start with school. How far did you go in school."

Barbara giggled. This was going to be an easy test for her: "Like I finished high school but that was a real drag and then like I was like I'm done with that, ya."

Barbara nuzzled into Kurt and kissed his ear. "That doesn't bother it you baby, does it? I mean like I don't read or know much or stuff." Barbara continued stroking his cock and then she kissed his chest in small kisses before working her want down to his cock. Then she flicked out her tongue and lightly ran it over his cock. "But like I have knowledge and stuff on other things." As Barbara said this she stared straight into Kurt's eyes. Then she giggled and wrapped her lips around her young lover's cock. She wanted to drain him dry. She sucked him for a few minutes while he petted her head. 

"No" Kurt said. "That doesn't bother me. I like you just the way you are."

Barbara stopped sucking his cock for a moment and looked up into Kurt's eyes. Then she batted her eyes at him. "Every day I will do this to you before you leave the house because I don't want my man leaving horny and looking at anyone else." Barbara then turned her attention back to Kurt's cock. Between sucking and kissing it she said "Because that's my job now. To dress for this and take care of this and suck this and make sure this cock can have me any time it gets a little hard, because like ya know....." Barbara then giggled. "I'm so ditzy I forgot what I was going to say." 

Kurt slipped his hard cock between the thick lips of his milf. "You don't need to say anything. Just do your job." Barbara looked up at Kurt with adoring eyes and smiled with his cock in her mouth. Then she turned her attention back to his cock, fully satisfied that she had found what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. Barbara sighed with contentment as she continued to suck Kurt's cock.

Kurt woke up the next morning with a raging hard on and feeling wonderful. Then realized why: Barbara was sucking his cock. Kurt smiled and stretched and Barbara looked up from where she was and slowly let Kurt's cock slip from her mouth: "Well look who's up. Good morning sleepy head." Kurt arched his back a bit and slipped his cock back into Barbara's mouth. Barbara immediately started sucking his cock again as she ran her nails over his hard chest. 

Kurt put his arms behind his head and thought about how lucky he was. Barbara was the sexiest woman he had ever had and would probably ever have. He began to question his plans for her. The anger he had for her getting him kicked out of school was fading. Hadn't he already had enough revenge? He had broken her mentally. He had turned her from an intelligent, independent woman into a stupid, ditzy blonde bimbo who had utterly surrendered her life to him. He owned her, body and mind. Would degrading her further, turning her into a street walking whore really matter at this point? Why not just keep her as his private play thing? He could let his friends fuck her, but why take it further than that? 

Kurt pulled his cock out and sat up and rolled Barbara over on her belly. He slapped her ass lightly and she raised herself to him. She presented her ass and pussy to him, ready for him to fuck her however he desired. Kurt realized that this was more than he could have ever hoped for. He abandoned his darker plans for Barbara. He would just keep her as his sex toy. 

Kurt entered Barbara from behind and within a few moments he felt her shudder and then she squealed: "Oh baby, gawd, I'm all tickley and tingly all over. It feels soooo like good baby."

Kurt kept up a steady rhythm, pumping Barbara as hard as he wanted. He liked watching her tits flopping back and forth, and then he grabbed both of them, gave her a few more hard pumps, and came deeply inside of her. It felt so good and Kurt realized he could do this whenever he wanted. What else could a man want then to have the woman of his dreams as his own private whore? 

Barbara cuddled next to Kurt and sighed contentedly. Kurt stoked her tit lightly while she prattled on about what she wanted to do today. He nails, her hair, try on some of the new clothes she had bought, and then get her toenails done as well. 

"Any other plans?" Kurt asked. 

Barbara wrapped her painted red nails around Kurt's limp cock. 

"Just this. Just making sure that whenever he gets hard, that I take care of him immediately."

Kurt had just had more sex in the last twelve hours than he had had in the last six months. And for the foreseeable future he would be having as much sex with a voluptuous 47 year old milf with an amazing set of tits and the most fuckable and sexy set of lips he had ever seen. He loved just kissing Barbara. And he knew that she was putty in his hands. If he desired a brunette next week, all he had to do was say the word and she would dye her hair. If he wanted a blow job with his morning coffee at work, all he had to do was snap his fingers and Barbara would come tottering in on her sexy high heels and willingly kneel before him and suck him dry. He would have to be crazy to give all that up. And Kurt wasn't crazy. 

Kurt pulled Barbara close and closed his eyes as he stroked her tit and felt her lightly stroking his cock and balls. Yes, he said to himself, this was good enough for him. He would keep Barbara as his sex toy, bimbo plaything. Maybe, he thought to himself, he would even marry her. In many ways, he thought, she would be the perfect wife. 

As if Barbara was reading his mind, she snuggled up to his neck and whispered into his ear: "Baby. I am so happy. I could like, ya know, stay like this forever."

Kurt smiled. He indeed was a lucky man.