Author’s note:  The characters in this story are Brazilian and naturally their dialogue would be in Portuguese.  Due to the fact that my grasp of Portuguese sucks, however, their dialogue is in English.  If you want realism, go read National Geographic.

Bimbo Drops:  A Tale of BimboTech

by The Sympathetic Devil


Carlos grabbed the parcel from the courier and signed for it without taking his eyes from it.  The small box had only his name and address on it and three letters in the upper left corner:  BTI.  He had waited three excruciating weeks for the package to come from the United States, all the time wondering if it was al hoax, if they had stolen his money.  But here was the package.  It might be true.  It just might.

He closed the door behind him and locked it.  With trembling fingers, he opened the outer paper, the inner box, then freed the small glass bottle from it’s protective bubble wrap.

Carlos sat the bottle on the table gently and stared at it.  “Bimbo Drops” it read in bold letters over the silhouette of a kneeling, well-stacked woman.  “A bimbo in a bottle.”

Carlos turned the bottle.  The back read:  “Indications:  For temporary relief of penile frustration due to prudishness, arrogance, particularity or general bitchiness.  Dosage:  One to five drops every 24 hours with food or drink.  Warning:  Significant though temporary loss of intelligence and judgment may occur.  Bimbos should be closely supervised.  (But then, that’s the point, isn't it.)”

Carlos grinned.  The only other thing in the box was a single piece of paper.  

It read:  thank you for choosing to purchase this BimboTech product.  At BimboTech Inc., we are committed to providing top of the line female mind and body altering products and bimbo accessories.  We are committed to our core philosophy that ‘a woman’s place is on her knees’ and ‘every babe should be a bimbo’.  If you enjoy this BimboTech product, and I’m sure you will, please consider our many other fine products for home use.  Even better, bring you bimbo to us for the full BimboTech treatment.  We are currently opening a number of satellite facilities world wide, including one near you!  (See information below)  Again, thank you fir purchasing or products and enjoy your bimbo!  

George Fink
President
BimboTech Incorporated

At the bottom was an address and phone number in Sao Paulo, saying ‘Opening October 1’.

That was just three weeks away!  Carlos wondered if the bottle would last him that long.

He went to the window, his binoculars as always at the ready.  The room was dark, the day was bright.  It was perfect for Carlos’ favorite activity.

There was Nica.  Sweet, beautiful Nicole.  Her dark hair shined in the sunlight, a delightful contrast to her pale, creamy skin.  Her dark eyes flashed with wit as she held court there on her father’s front porch.  Her daddy’s little princess, both young men and young women sought her attention and approval.  She was gracious enough to anyone who didn’t over-step their bounds.  Carlos himself had often joined that group on the porch, though he was quite a bit older than most of them.

Since graduating from college a few weeks earlier, Nica had done nothing but lounge about the house.  Carlos had done nearly nothing but spy on her from the safety of his house or casually join the group of friends to discretely get a more close up view of the lovely Nicole, to smell her sent, hear her laughter.  Even in the bulky clothing she favored, the lucious body she hid beneath it was obvious.  And occasionally, when Carlos was very, very lucky, he would catch a glimpse of her in something more revealing.

It was driving him insane!  He knew he hadn’t a hope in hell of ever touching those incredible hooters, but they called to him day and night!  He needed help!

And he found it.  Hope at last.  Hope could be purchased from an American company called BimboTech Inc.

***

Nicole sat in the morning sun on the porch in front of her father’s house.  She sipped her coffee and casually glanced through the help wanted section of the newspaper.  She had done so nearly every morning for the past couple weeks and not found anything that was quite right for her, but she wasn’t particularly worried  She had only recently graduated from college and her father loved having her there .  He would gladly support her for as long as it took for her to find the perfect job.  There was no need to leap at the first thing that came up.

“Good Morning, Nicole!”

Nicole looked up to see her neighbor Carlos.  He was an older man, perhaps in his forties, but she considered him a friend.  At times, he could be a bit too friendly and Nicole had to rebuke him for staring at her sizable chest, but he was well behaved for the most part and harmless.  He was not nearly so bold and lecherous as some of the younger men about the neighborhood, always making rude comments about the size of her bosom.  No matter how she tried to hide it, men would always fixate on her chest.  Even now, she could tell Carlos was making an effort to look her in the face.  She sighed.

“Good Morning, Carlos.  How are you?”

“Fine, Nicole, fine.  But my kitchen sink is not so good.  Tell me, does your father have a pipe wrench I could borrow?”

Nicole gave a cute little frown, thinking.

“I believe so,” she said.  “Wait here a moment.  I’ll go check.”

She went into the house, looking once over her shoulder to give Carlos a chastising look for staring at her round behind.

She found the wrench quickly and lugged the heavy thing back.  She found Carlos waiting patiently, smiling more broadly than a man with plumbing problems usually does.

Carlos thanked her for the wrench and hurried off, almost skipping.  He was a strange man, some sort of writer, but nice enough.

Nicole returned to her coffee and her paper, hoping the coffee hadn’t gotten cold.  It was a bit cool but still good.  Nicole licked her lips.  The coffee was really good.  She took another sip and smiled.  It was the best coffee she had ever tasted.  She took in a mouthful now and swished it about in her mouth.

“Mmmmmm!” she exclaimed, then swallowed it and licked droplets from the corners of her mouth.  She tipped the cup again and drank deeply, savoring the sensation as it slid down her throat.  She sighed deeply, looked into the empty cup and saw a few remaining drops.  She mopped them up with a fingertip, rubbed it on her lower lip, then sucked at it as her finger returned for the last vestiges of coffee. She put her whole finger in her mouth and drew it slowly out and in, her tongue assaulting the digit.  It was such good coffee!  

Nicole wanted another cup.

Still sucking on her finger, Nicole got up and headed for the kitchen.  She felt a little dizzy, but very, very good.  It was, after all, a beautiful day and all the colors in the world seemed brighter and happier.  Nicole hummed a little song to herself as she made another pot of coffee.

As soon as the coffee was ready, Nicole poured herself a cup and took a swallow.

“Ow!” she exclaimed as the hot coffee burned her tongue.

She pouted and sniffed the coffee.  It didn’t smell as good as the last cup.  She tried tasting it again.

“Ow!”

This coffee was mean!  Not at all like her nice coffee before.  Maybe she had to let it cool down like the last time.  She went back to the front porch and set it precisely where she had left the last cup.  She waited for the coffee to cool.

After a few seconds, Nicole got bored.  She went back to the want ads, but none of them caught her interest for more than a couple words.  She turned to the horoscopes.  Nicole was an Ares and Ares read:  An unlooked for benefactor may lead to an exciting new life path.  That sounded exciting!  Nicole grinned and giggled and started to play with her hair with one hand while she sucked the little finger of the other.

Reading just seemed so boring!  She tossed the paper away in disgust.  Then she noticed the fashion magazine her friend Aline had left there the day before. That seemed much more interesting.  She retrieved it and started flipping through it.  She didn’t bother with the articles, but the pictures were pretty .  The models had such pretty clothes.  They were all trying to show off their boobies, Nicole noticed.

“My boobies are lots bigger than theirs!” Nicole exclaimed and stuck her chest out.  She looked down at her rack, comparing it to the models and happy with the comparison.  She pulled down on her sweatshirt so that it stretched against her knockers.  Funny how she never noticed how pretty her boobies were.  She had always tried to de-emphasize them  before.  But big boobies were nice!  All the models wanted their boobies to be big like Nicole’s.

The models’ nipples were all pointy, though.  Nicole traced a finger around her left nipple, then her right, and they both stood at attention.  She giggled.

“That feels food!” she said and continued tracing her nipples though her sweatshirt.  She sucked her lower lip and hummed a little song.

“Hi, Nicole!  You feeling all right?”

Nicole dropped her hands from her nipples and blushed brightly.  She saw it was Carlos and giggled at having been caught playing with her titties.

“Hi Carlos!” she exclaimed.  “How are you?  Me, I’m really, really good!  It’s such a pretty day and I feel sooooo happy! <giggle>”

“That’s great, Nicole!” he said.  “I’m feeling really happy too.  You know why?”

Nicole shook her head.

“I just sold another book!” he told her.  “My publisher sent me a huge advance!”

“That’s so cool!” Nicole exclaimed.

“Yeah,” he continued.  “So I have a bunch of money burning a hole in my pocket and I thought to myself, I should take Nicole shopping to thank her for lending me this wrench!”

“Really?” Nicole exclaimed, sitting up straighter and pushing her chest out.  “Oh my God!  I LOVE shopping!”

“I knew you did!” Carlos replied to her chest.  “So let’s go get you a new outfit!”

Nicole giggled and hopped to her feet.

Carlos drove Nicole downtown.  As he drove, he kept glancing over at her chest.  Nicole realized her big tatas were making Carlos horny.  She giggled at this and sat up straighter, pushing her tits out.  Horns erupted as Carlos nearly swerved into the other lane.  He swore and corrected his steering.  Nicole and her titties shook with laughter, nearly causing another accident.  It was an epiphany for her:  men liked girls with big boobies and did nice things for them, like take them shopping!  She didn’t know why she’d never realized this before.

They arrived at a store that Nicole had never been to before.  In the window were mannequins dressed in leather, lace, and shiny synthetics.  There wasn’t much fabric involved but what was there looked expensive.  Nicole giggled and took Carlos’s arm when he offered it.  She was still feeling slightly dizzy but she was getting used to it.

“Oooo!  Pretty!” Nicole exclaimed when they entered and she saw the array of beautiful, sexy clothes.

The sales woman came forward, smiling at the distinct aroma of sugar daddy.

“Hello!” she gushed.  “I’m Vivian.  What can I help you find?”

“Pretty clothes!” Nicole exclaimed.  “Pretty and sexy <giggle>.”

“Oh that we have, Miss,” the woman exclaimed.  “That we have indeed!  You know, I think I know of a dress that would be just perfect for you, with the right accessories.  Why don’t we leave the gentleman here and we’ll dress you up and see if he agrees with me.  If you two are willing to trust me, that is.”

“Oh certainly,” said Carlos.

Nicole giggled.  She was feeling so good, she’d trust just about anybody.

Vivian lead Nicole to a rack of tan suede dresses and appraised her with a trained eye, lingering briefly on her tits.  Nicole giggled and sucked a finger.  Vivian smiled indulgently and pulled a little dress from the rack.

“Let’s try this one on for size.  I think it will suit your body type just perfectly!”

In the dressing room, Nicole stripped down to her underwear.

“Oh my,” said Vivian when she saw her white cotton panties and proletarian bra.  “Those will never do with this dress.  I have a G-string and demi-bra set that will work for you, though.  I swear, it’s like wearing nothing at all!”

“But I always wear underwear,” Nicole told her.

“Of course you do, sweetie,” Vivian smiled at her.  “Be right back.”

She was right back, with tiny bits of black lace masquerading as underwear.  Nicole giggled and blushed, but she couldn’t deny that it felt nice to have the little thong running between her ass cheeks.  She wiggled her ass to get it just right.  The bra held up her pendulous knockers without interfering with her nipples, which had stayed rock hard since she had been playing with them earlier that morning.  Looking at her grinning self in the mirror, she thought she looked much sexier than any of the models in Aline’s magazine.

Vivian then helped her into the dress, if indeed it could be called a dress.  It was two pieces of  tan suede, the front and back held together with darker suede lacing leaving a wide gap up both sides from mid thigh, where the dress ended, to her arm pits.  The front piece was slit from the top to just below her navel.  Vivian got her into the dress and laced it up really tight so that her nipples made their presence known the curve of her ass was perfectly framed.  Vivian brought in a pair of sandals with huge sloping wooden heals and big wooden hoops for her ears.

“You’re boyfriend is just going to die!” Vivian exclaimed.

“My boyfriend?” Nicole asked, confused.

“The gentlemen I assume is paying...” Vivian clarified, more confused.

Nicole pealed with laughter.

“Carlos isn’t my boyfriend!” she exclaimed.  “He just want’s to buy me clothes ‘cuz he’s got money and I got big boobies!”

“Um, oh,” said Vivian.  “Yes, well, most girls aren’t so...open about that.  Refreshing, really.  Well, let’s go give him what he’s paying for.”

Nicole strutted out and Carlos’s jaw dropped.  Nicole giggled and sucked a pinky finger.  She spun about and wiggled her ass.

“Am I pretty, Carlos?” Nicole asked.

“Sweet Mother of God!” Carlos exclaimed. “Yes!”

Nicole giggled and gave a little bow, showing off her cleavage.

“So will you buy it for me?” she asked.

Carlos nodded enthusiastically.

“The shoes too?  And the undies?”

“Sure.  Anything you want!”

Nicole jiggled and hopped up and down as she clapped her hands.

“Perhaps you’d like to see Miss Nicole in another outfit?” Vivian suggested.

“Yeah,” said Carlos, mesmerized by quivering mammaries.  “Definitely.”

Vivian then proceeded to dress Nicole in all manner of sexy outfits including a red lace top with tight black latex hotpants,  a tiny pink bikini, and a red jumper with big heart shaped cutouts.  The outfit she left the store in was a shiny green halter top, which Vivian assured her didn’t need a bra, and a matching skirt which barely covered the curve of her ass.  It was slit completely up the left side and held together with a big green button.  Nicole herself decided to forgo any panties under the little skirt--her pussy was feeling very warm.

Carlos gave Vivian his credit card and signed the bill without taking his eyes from Nicole's body.  Nicole giggled and admired herself in the mirrors, wiggling and jiggling.


"Wow!  You look so damn hot in that dress!" Carlos exclaimed as they left the store carrying the bags of new clothes.

Nicole giggled.

"Thank you," she exclaimed.

"I mean, damn!" Carlos continued.  "I knew you had a great body, but your ass is just so fine in that skirt it makes me want to just..."

And then Carlos's hand was on her butt, squeezing hard.

"Hey!" Nicole exclaimed. "You're not supposed to do that!"

"Huh?" Carlos asked, confused.

"You're not supposed to touch my bum!" Nicole stated and pushed his hand away.  "You can look but you can't touch!  I'm a good girl!"

Carlos look startled.

“I...I just thought..."

Nicole frowned.

"Carlos, you're a very nice man and it was very nice of you to buy me pretty clothes, but that doesn't mean you can just touch me like you're my boyfriend or anything.  You're lots older than me and you're just my friend.  I'm not that kind of girl."

Carlos' face flashed with momentary anger but it quickly vanished, replaced by humility.

"Look, I'm sorry," said Carlos.  "I...was out of line.  You just look so nice in that outfit I just couldn't control myself."

Nicole allowed herself an indulgent smile. She did look very sexy in her new dress.

"Let me make it up to you," Carlos exclaimed.  "Let me take you to lunch!"

"Well, I don't know..." Nicole said.  "Do you promise to be good?"

"Oh yes, Nicole," Carlos swore. "I'll be on my best behavior."

"O.K.!" said Nicole, and she giggled.

They left her other outfits in the car and crossed the street to a little cafe.  Nicole ordered a coca cola and a chicken sandwich, then excused herself to go use the ladies room.  Carlos promised to wait right there for her.

There in the restroom, Nicole slipped the skirt around her ankles and sat on the toilet to relieve her bladder.  She stretched her hands up above her head, sighed and giggled.  Carlos shouldn't have grabbed her ass, but it was kind of nice.  It would have been nicer if it had been a younger guy though, someone like Alexandre Pires, the pop star.

Nicole giggled, thinking about what Alex would do if he looked out at one of his concerts and saw her there in the audience in her little green dress with her big firm boobies.  He would like them.  She just new he would.  And he would invite her up on the stage to dance and every boy in the audience would just go crazy for her in her sexy little dress.  But Alex would want her for himself.  He would take her back stage to his dressing room and kiss her and hold her.  His hands would rove all over her body and she wouldn't say no.  She would say yes, yes yes!

Nicole's own hands explored her body as she thought about it, rubbing her titties, squeezing her nipples, stroking her inner thighs.  Then her hands found her pussy, hot, wet and swollen.  Touching it felt so good!  She ran a finger up between her labia and it  became slick and wet, primed to anoint her clitoris.  She did so and moaned, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and biting down to avoid making too much noise.

As she rubbed her clit, her eyes rolled back in her head.  It felt so good!  The hand that wasn’t on her clit slipped a finger into her wet hole, then two.  She squeezed her tits between her arms as she began to fingerfuck herself with unthinking determination.  Her hips bucked, sliding her ass back and forth on the toilet seat as she arched her back.

“Oh God!” she cried out  “Oh God yes!   Oh Alex!  Oh yes!”

She rode the pulsing rainbow of her orgasm with a delighted squeal, then settled down into a giggle, her knees spread wide and her hair tousled.  She licked and sucked the pussy juice from her fingers.  That felt so nice!  After lunch with Carlos, she was going to have to go find Jorge, the guy she had been dating.  She had broken up with him because he couldn’t control his hands, but that didn’t seem like such a bad thing right now.  Or maybe she would go dancing in her new sexy clothes.  Lots of boys would like watching her, she just knew.  And maybe, if they were very nice, she might just let them do more than watch...

When she got back to Carlos, he was smiling broadly.  Nicole wondered if he suspected what she had been doing in the ladies room, and she flushed and giggled.

“Our food arrived,” Carlos pointed out.

“Oh goodie!” said Nicole and sat with a belated attempt to cover her snatch when the little skirt flipped up.

Nicole took a bite of her sandwich and washed it down with a sip of her coke.

Her coke was so GOOD!  She took another long suck on her straw.  She smacked her lips and her eyes sparkled.  The world was a Technicolor paradise.

“Oh my God, Carlos! <suck>”  she exclaimed.  “This is so GOOD!  This is the best coke EVER!”

“Yeah, it is pretty good, isn’t it”  Carlos concurred, sipping his own drink, but more enthusiastic about watching Nicole drink.

“It’s WONDERFUL!”  Nicole said and sucked hard as the room spun slowly about her.

“I’m so glad you like it,” said Carlos, scooting his seat over beside her.  “Hopefully this makes up for me being so forward before.”

As he said so, he placed his hand on her knee.

“Huh? <suck>” Nicole asked.

“I shouldn’t touch you unless you want me to,” Carlos explained, stroking her inner thigh, his hand moving slowly toward her hot, dripping snatch.  It felt really, really good and Nicole was having a hard time understanding what Carlos was saying.  

“That feels gooood!” Nicole exclaimed, drinking down the last of her coke and then starting to suck on her ice cubes, getting every last drop.

“So you don’t mind?” Carlos prompted as his hand reached the edge of her snatch.  “You like it?”

Nicole giggled.  She felt so good!  She couldn’t imagine how it could be bad.

Words failed her, so she patted Carlos’s leg to let him know that everything was just fine.  Nicole’s eyes went wide and she looked down at Carlos’s lap.

“You’re thingy is so big and hard!” she exclaimed, then took an ice cube between thumb and forefinger and sucked it slowly as her other hand explored the unexpected treasure Carlos was hiding in his pants.  She felt very, very warm.

“Hey Mister, is that your car across the street?"

Carlos' head jerked up.  It was the waiter.

"It looks like someone's messing with it," the waiter informed.

Carlos looked out to see that two scruffy looking young men were, in fact, sitting on the hood of his car and pealing the molding away from the windshield with pocket knives.

"Mother fuckers!" Carlos exclaimed, struggling to stand in his turgid state as Nicole continued to
fondle his member through his pants.  "Stay right there, Nicole.  I'll be right back."

"But..." Nicole objected, but he was already out the door, murder in his eyes.

"Hey, come with me," said the waiter to Nicole as soon as Carlos was through the door.  "I have something important to tell you."

"But Carlos said to stay here," Nicole reminded.

"He just meant to stay in the restaurant," the waiter assured her.  "We won't leave.  Just come with me to the pantry.  If you do, I'll give you something nice back there."

"A present?" asked Nicole.

"Ah, yes," said the waiter, looking anxiously out the window  "A very nice present.  But hurry!"

Nicole giggled.  She liked presents.

“O.K.," she agreed and the waiter ushered her quickly through a side door.  The waiter closed the door behind them and did not turn on the light, but there was a narrow window high up that let in enough light for Nicole to see that they were surrounded by shelves of food stuffs.  The waiter sighed with relief and then led her deeper into the room, weaving through narrow shelves to an open place in the back door.  The waiter turned and smiled at her reassuringly.

"I wanted to bring you back here to warn you," he said.  "You're boyfriend, he is not a nice man.  He puts things in your drink."

Nicole giggled. 

"I don't have a boyfriend, silly!"

"But..." the waiter started.

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Nicole asked.  "You're kinda cute!"

"I, um, well thank you. I..."

"If you wanna be my boyfriend, you gotta kiss me," Nicole explained, then she grabbed ahold of him and kissed him hard.  She snaked his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it.  She pressed her titties hard  against his chest.  Soon his hands were on her ass, kneading it.  It felt so good!  Nicole's pussy was dripping beneath her little skirt.

They broke off their kiss and the waiter panted. Nicole giggled.

"I feel so yummy!" she said.  "I wanna be your girlfriend a lot!"

"Oh, fuck it," said the waiter and he undid his pants.

His pecker stood our hard and proud.  Nicole's eyes went wide.

"You're thingy is so big!" she exclaimed.

“You like my cock, don’t you,” asked the waiter.

“I think so <giggle>” 

“Then why don’t you kneel down and give it a kiss?”

Nicole laughed.

“That’s silly,” she said.

“Oh come on now,” he said, placing his hands gently on her shoulders and pressing down.  Nicole’s knees gave way and she found herself face to face with his pleading prick.

Nicole giggled and blushed.

“I don’t know,” she hesitated.  “I never did that before.  Isn’t it yucky?”

“No, no,” the waiter assured her.  “It’s nice, really.  And I’m your boyfriend, so it’s o.k., right?”

He looked about the shelves around them, then smiled.

“Do you like honey?” he asked.

“Well yeah,” Nicole replied.  “Of course!”

“Well then, what if I do this,” he said and squeezed a thick sticky thread of honey all along the length of his shaft.

Nicole giggled at this.  The waiter took a drop of honey on his finger tip and pushed it between her lips.  Nicole sucked at his finger and her eyes lit up.

“Mmmmmm!’ she exclaimed. 

Her new boyfriend directed her head towards his cock and she gladly took it in her mouth.  The taste of cock and honey was strange but nice and it felt very good to have something big and warm and sticky in her mouth.  Nicole sighed contentedly and the last vestiges of thought fled her addled brain as she began to suck cock in a state of pure bliss.  The hard hot flesh felt wonderful sliding between her lips.  He tongue danced about the honey-flavored dick.  It pressed deeper and deeper down her throat with every stroke.  She was vaguely aware that her new boyfriend was pulling her hair and calling her a cock-hungry slut.  She thought she was in heaven up until then, but then a new taste entered her consciousness.

It was a strange taste...a wonderful taste...a taste that made her brain explode with unimaginable joy! Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth filled with the hot delicious stuff.  She moaned through cock-filled lips and reached down to clutch at her sopping pussy as she came again and again.

She felt the softening cock sliding out of her mouth.  She struggled to focus her eyes and saw a single droplet of the yummy, yummy spunk emerging from the deflating dick.  Her tongue lashed out and caught it, then she settled down on her haunches and reveled in the taste.

“Damn!” exclaimed the waiter.  “I never even heard of a woman that liked to give head that much!  You’re one fucked up slut.  I wish I knew what that guy put in your drink.”

Nicole giggled.  She had no idea what he was talking about.  She just knew the stuff from his thingy tasted really good.

There was an insistent knock on the door.  Not the door they had come in through but the heavily bolted door in the back.  

“Gino!  Open up, man!” said a voice outside.

Nicole’s boyfriend swore and put his cock back in his pants.  Nicole felt a tiny bit sad about that but she could still taste the yummy spunk in her mouth which made her very, very, very happy.  The waiter opened the door and two scruffy looking young men came in. They stared at Nicole’s titties, which made her even happier.

“Damn, Gino, whose that?” asked the tall one.

“Hi!  I’m Nica!” Nicole told them.

“She’s the reason I asked for your help,” her boyfriend explained.

“Damn.  We should have charged more!” said the short one.  “Speaking of which, you got the shit?”

“Yeah, yeah,” her boyfriend said and pulled out a loose brick from the wall.  He retrieved two small baggies full of green stuff and gave one to each of the two guys.

“Sweet,” they said in unison.

“You got any more?” asked the short one.  “That guy was seriously pissed.  We got him to chase us for like three blocks.  You owe us, man.”

“You want to leave me jonesin?” her boyfriend protested.  “We made a deal and I kept my end of it.”

The two guys grumbled.

“Look, how about I let you help Nica here home,” the waiter proposed.  “I told the boss I was taking a 15 minute break.  She’s probably about ready to kill me.  I’m sure Nica would be very grateful if you helped her home, wouldn’t you Nica.”

“Huh?  Oh sure! <giggle>”  she replied.

“Oh man, sweet!” said the tall one.

“But make sure she gets home o.k.,” said her boyfriend.  “She’s seriously fucked up.”

“On what?” asked the short one.  “Does she have anymore?”

“You’ll have to ask the guy with the car,” said the waiter and the short one’s face fell.  “Go on.  Get out of here.  I gotta get back to work.”

Nicole found herself outside the restaurant in a dirty ally with the two scruffy men.  They seemed very nice.  Everything seemed very nice.  She giggled.

“So Nica,” said the short one, “Before we take you home, you wanna go to our place and party?  We got some good stuff now!”

“I like parties!” Nicole exclaimed.

The two guys were delighted and they led her through back streets until they reached the entrance to a grungy basement apartment.  They entered place smelled funny and dirty clothes were everywhere, but Nicole thought it was nice.

“Where’s the party?” Nicole asked.

“Hey, we got all we need to party right here!” said the tall one.  “We got tunes and we got weed!  You like to dance Nica?”

“I LOVE to dance!” she exclaimed.

“Why don’t you dance while we load the bong?” he suggested, then he put in a CD into the stereo.  A hard, throbbing rock song came out. Nicole didn’t need any encouragement.  The music washed over her and she wanted to move, shake and jiggle.  She wiggled her ass and bounced her titties in time with the music and the guys eyes went wide.  Nicole giggled.  It felt so good to have them look at her.  Maybe they would give her something nice because they liked her boobies.  It had worked out that way so far that day.

The guys assembled a strange contraption while they watched Nicole.  She decided to climb up on their coffee table so they could get a better view of her ass as she wiggled it.    Soon they were sucking smoke out of their toy and blowing clouds of it towards her as they sat on the couch.  It was a great party.

The song finished and Nicole panted from the exertion of her dance.

“That was incredible, Nica,” said the tall one.  “You’re so hot!”

Nicole giggled.  She was so hot.

“Come take a hit,” he suggested.

“I don’t wanna get hit, silly” Nicole told him.

“No, no, no,” said the short one.  “Come get a toke.  Suck on this right here.”

He indicated the end of the toy they had been sucking smoke out of.  Nicole thought that was kind of funny, but she had learned sucking on things could be very nice.  She sucked on it, then coughed hard. Her eyes watered. She giggled.  It felt kind of funny.

“No, no, no,” said the tall one.  “You gotta hold it in.  Hold it in for as long as you can.”

Nicole shrugged and took another toke, more carefully this time so as not to choke.

“Now hold it in,” said the tall one.

“Yeah.  Don’t let it out until you’re about to pass out,” encouraged the short one.

Nicole smiled back and forth between the two guys as they continued to encourage her to hold it.  It felt really funny not to breath.  The room started spinning around.  Then the floor came up to say ‘hi!’ and give her a hug.  The impact of the floor made her exhale and then she giggled.  The room was still spinning, but the nice boys helped her up to her hands and knees and helped her take another hit on the bong.  Everyone was being so nice to her today!  The short one helped her to hold her ass steady while she toked.

“Dude, she’s not wearing any panties!” exclaimed the short one.

“I know, dude!  I saw her snatch when she was dancing on the table!”

“Man,  this is so cool.”

“Yeah, isss really cool,” said Nicole, then she giggled insanely.

“Hey, can we see your tits?” the tall one asked.

“You wanna see my big boobies?” Nicole asked, delighted.  

She pulled up her top and her massive mounds popped free and jiggled madly.

“TaDaaa!” she exclaimed, then giggled like a loon.  The guys eyes went wide with astonishment.

“Hey!” exclaimed Nicole as her eyes briefly came into focus on the tall guy’s crotch.  “Your thingy is all big and hard!  Did my boobies make your thingy hard?”

“Totally, Babe.  Your boobies are bitchin’!”

Nicole giggled at the complement.

“I wish you were my boyfriend so I could suck on your thingy,” she said.

“Hell, I can be your boyfriend!” the tall guy enthused.

“But I already got a boyfriend,” Nicole pointed out.  “That one guy, um, <giggle> I don’t know what his name is.  That’s kinda silly, huh?”

“Yeah, well, uh, who says you can’t have two boyfriends?”

“Or three?” the short one amended.

“Three boyfriends?” Nicole asked, amazed.  “Wow!  I don’t know nobody thas got three boyfriends! <giggle>”

“Well, then, you’ll be the the luckiest girl you know then, right?” the tall one observed.  “If one boyfriend is good then three boyfriends is three times as good, right.”

Nicole tried to count on her fingers but they kept going out of focus and she kept loosing track.  Then she had an epiphany and looked up.

“If I have three boyfriends, an’ they all have hard thingies, can I suck on all of ‘em?”

“Of course,” the tall one assured her and unzipped his pants.  “Come on and suck your new boyfriend’s cock!”

Nicole squealed with delight and dove for his proffered prick.  It didn’t taste as good as her first boyfriend’s dick with honey, but Nicole knew if she sucked on it long enough, it would taste a lot better.  She was so contentedly bobbing her head up and down on the tall guy’s shaft that she hardly noticed that the short guy was lifting her skirt and urging her to get up off her knees.  She distractedly raised her ass and balanced on her spread feet, focusing on the yummy cock between her lips, oblivious to what the short guy was planning until she felt a hard, hot rod of meat rammed perfunctorally into her gushy pussy.

Nicole squealed, the sound muffled by the manhood in her mouth.  She had a hard prick in both ends of her.  Little stars were exploding all around her and the room was spinning faster.  How had she ever thought just one boyfriend could be enough?

The tall one grabbed hold of her head now and helped her find her rhythm again.  She gave a gagged giggle as she once again pistoned her head on his shaft as her other boyfriend pumped her hard from behind, his hands latched firmly on to her hips as he slammed into her again and again.

“Dude!  This slut is fucking amazing!”  said one of her boyfriends--she didn’t know or care which.  “I’m totally gonna blow my wad!”

“Me to, dude!  This ‘lil cunny needs some man-lotion!”

Nicole didn’t know what they were talking about, but she liked the sound of it.  She didn’t have to wait long to find out.  Her new boyfriends let out tremendous groans and then her mouth was once again filled with that incredible taste and her mind and pussy were exploding with pleasure.

When the world slowed down to just a gentle spin, Nicole realized she was lying on her side licking jism from the corners of her mouth.  Her new boyfriends were sitting on the floor across from her taking turns on their bond and watching her, giggling.  She was aware of a sticky wetness leaking out of her pussy.  She reached down and scooped some up.  She tasted it.  It was spunk, she realized with unbelieving delight!  Her other boyfriend’s jism!

Nicole sat up with a start and began scooping jism out of her pussy with both hands and eating it.  It was so yummy!  It made her feel so good!

“Dude, this slut is totally fucked up!” said one of her boyfriends.

“Dude, you gotta try her mouth.  Best fucking head I had in my life.”

“Man, I am so there.  Soon as I can get it up again.”

Nicole blinked, trying to focus on her boyfriends and figure out what they were saying.  She wasn’t sure but she hoped they wanted to give her more cock.  She liked cock.

“More cock?” she asked, smiling.

“In a second, slut,” said one of her boyfriends.  “Why don’t you dance on the table some more so we get hard again.”

“Yeah,” said her other boyfriend, taking the bong from the first.  “That would be cool.”

The next few hours were a confusing, smoky, delightful series of bong hits, wobbly dances and cock.  Nicole didn’t know which way was up, but she knew she preferred to be going down.  After a while, though, when her boyfriends had smoked all their pot, they became less and less responsive.  They had cum on or in her five times each and now even rubbing their pricks with her big boobies wouldn’t get them hard for her.  Nicole would have been depressed about that, but the jism and weed had her high and happy.  She giggled as she picked the short one’s prick up by squeezing it between her tits, then letting it flop down, useless.

“Dude, I want some cookies,” said her tall boyfriend.  “Go get us some cookies, dude.”

“No, man.  I’m to fucked up,” said the short one, not bothering to lift his head off the floor.  “You go get us some cookies.”

“No, dude.  I don’t wanna put my pants back on,” the tall one complained.

“I’ll go get some cookies!” Nicole volunteered.  She wanted to be helpful and she hoped that if they got some cookies, they might want to fuck her again.

“Dude, that would be sweet.  Cookies.....”

“Don’ forgeta come back, crazy slut.  Cuz I wanna...wanna...yeah...”

Nicole giggled and wobbled to her feet.  She pulled her top down over her boobies, smoothed her skirt back down over her ass and waited for the door to spin its way back in front of her.  Then she lunged toward it before it could get away.


To be continued.
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BimboDrops:  A Tale of BimboTech, Inc.
Part 2

by The Sympathetic Devil

It was late in the afternoon and the world was sparkley.  Nicole weaved cheerfully down the street as it wobbled and twisted before her. She sang half-remembered songs, giggling whenever she forgot the words and then starting again with an entirely different song or sometimes a weird mix of two songs.  The buildings around her jiggled like they were made out of gelatin.  She blinked and giggled as she realized she had completely forgotten where she was going.  It was a very pretty afternoon, though, so she decided not to worry about it.  She continued stumbling down the street, turning corners at random, waving at people who stared at her as she passed.  

She turned down one street and coming towards her was a group of sweaty men in green soccer uniforms.  They matched her dress, she noticed, and she giggled.

The men seemed very happy and looked even happier when they saw Nicole and her big boobies.  She stuck out her chest and grinned.

“Oh Baby!” exclaimed the one with a big number 3 on his shirt.

“Oh man, you are fine!” said number 8.

“Hot! Hot! Hot!” exclaimed number 16.

“Hey!” exclaimed number 3.  “We just beat the top ranked team in our league.  Why don’t you come celebrate with us?”

Nicole giggled.

“O.K.,” she agreed.

The team cheered.  They swept her along back the way she had come and into a bar on the corner.  A hand snaked out to squeeze her ass.  Nicole giggled and several more hands followed.  She liked celebrations.

“Bartender!” cried out number three as they filed into the bar and pushed several tables together.  “Let the beer flow for my comrades!  For they are the greatest soccer team in all of Brazil!  Compared to us, the Corinthians are a bunch of pussies!”

The team cheered.  The bartender rolled his eyes.  Number three showed him a wad of bills and the beer began to flow.

A mug of beer was pressed into Nicole’s hand.  She didn’t usually drink, but it was a celebration after all.

“To Rafael!” shouted number 3.  “Who has the left foot of God Himself!”

“To Rafa!” the team echoed and raised their glasses.  Nicole raised her beer as well in the direction of number 22.  She drank.  She hadn’t realized how thirsty all the pot she had smoked had made her.  She chugged and chugged until her mug was empty.  She put it down and saw that the whole team was staring at her in amazement.  She smiled at them and gave a little hiccup that made her boobies jiggle.  The team erupted in applause.  Nicole beamed.

“Hey Marcelo!” one of them called out.  “Our groupie needs more beer!”

“Hey , that’s right!” said the one with the pitcher.  “She’s our first groupie!  What’s your name, beautiful?”

Nicole giggled.

“Nica,” she said as he filled her glass.

“Well, let’s drink a toast to Nica!” he said.

“To Nica!” they all shouted.

Nicole basked in their adoration and, because they seemed to like it the first time, drained her entire glass in one go.  A bit of foam slid down her chin and into her cleavage.  The team cheered.  
Nicole burped, then giggled.

“I bet your wife will be sorry she stopped coming to our games, hey Rafa?” said number 3.  “I bet all kinds of women will start following us around once word gets out how good we are!  Nica, you should have seen our boy Rafael out there today!  He was unstoppable!  He’s a hero!  You should kiss him as a reward!”

The left forward looked a bit embarrassed, but hopeful.  He was sitting directly across the table from Nica.

“O.K.,” she agreed and slipped down out of her seat and got on her hands and knees under the table.  The team was making cat calls up above.  Nicole pulled herself up between Rafa’s knees, pulled down his shorts, and gave him a long, passionate kiss on his balls as his dick grew long and hard.

“Sweet Mother of God!” he exclaimed there above the table.  There was a scuffle as the players scrambled to see what she was doing down there, then cries of amazement, disbelief, and adoration.

Nicole appreciated the attention, but mostly she appreciated Rafa’s cock, which had gotten very hard for her.  It was quite salty and tasted nice as she opened wide and got as much of it as she could in her mouth, pressing the tip against the back of her throat.  She slathered it with her tongue as she pressed her lips against it and drew her head slowly back until she felt the rim of his cock head on the tip of her tongue, then she bobbed her head forward, shoving the hot man meat back down her throat with a grunt.  After repeating this half a dozen times, she could taste little drops of yummy pre-cum.

“Mmmmm!” she exclaimed and started to speed up.  She was getting so good at this!  Soon she would have her happy reward!

Rafa was pounding one fist on the table.  The other hand reached under and entwined itself in her hair.  He was so close.  Nica sensed it and she needed his man-juice now!  She thrust her face forward until her nose nestled his pubes and her chin hit his balls.  Her throat was stuffed with cock and she groaned in anticipation as finally it started to pulse and give up its load of ecstasy.  She pulled her head back so it would fill her mouth rather than go straight down her throat.  She made high, happy little noises as under the barroom table became the most wonderful place in the universe.

After several moments in paradise, Nicole realized Rafa’s spent prick had been pulled from her mouth and that is teammates were looking at her there under the table the was a pack of wolves look at a lost little lamb.  She gave them a sticky smile.

“You know,” said number three, “Rafa never would have scored that first goal if I hadn’t gotten him the ball.  Don’t you think I deserve a reward too?”

“Hey, I had the assist on the second goal!” said number 11.  “I want one too!”

“Don’t forget about the defense!” exclaimed the goalie.  “A team is nothing without a good keeper!  My fullbacks and me should get some too!”

“I say, we win as a team, we get head as a team!”  said number 16.  “We should all get some!”

They looked expectantly at Nicole. 

“O.K.,” she happily agreed.  

The team cheered and in seconds shorts were pulled down around ankles Nicole was surrounded by cocks, already hard from her performance with Rafa, all pointed at her, begging for her attention.  She giggled in delighted confusion, not knowing which to suck first.  They all looked so yummy!  She grabbed the nearest one and went to work, a luscious labor of love.  This one went off faster than Rafa’s, but Nica barely had a moment to revel in the flavor before another hard dick was begging entrance into her spunky mouth.  She gave a muffled giggle as once again a cockhead was tickling her tonsils.  This was the best celebration ever!

She was half aware of the men talking about her above the table.

“Damn!  This slut is crazy!”

“I don’t give a shit if she’s stark raving mad!  She sucks cock better than any whore!  I swear she’s getting drunk of our spunk!”

“Man, she was totally stoned when we found her.  Didn’t you smell the pot?’

“Fuck, I just smell her pussy.  That’s one horny bit of trim down there!  If she doesn’t suck me off next I’m gonna blow my wad all over her!”

She was on her sixth cock when she heard another voice asking about her.

“O.K., here’s three more pitchers,” said the bartender.  “Say, what happened to that girl that came in here with you?”

“Oh her?” asked number three in as strained voice, since it was his dick in her mouth.  “She, um, went to get something...huh...something to eat.”

“Yeah,” said another.  “She went to get a hotdog.”

The players chuckled.

“She really likes hotdogs,” said another.

The bartender growled menacingly.

“She’d better be all right.  I could tell she wasn’t exactly sober when you brought her in here.  Not that a sober woman would want anything to do with you.  But I don’t stand for perverts taking advantage of young ladies in my bar!”

“Don...don’t worry...Mr. bartender man,” said number three as his dick started to throb in Nicole’s mouth.  “We treat our...our fans with...respect!”

And he respectfully pumped jism into her mouth.

“Well, if she comes back here, let me know and I’ll call her a cab.”

“O.K., bossman!” said number 3, saluting cheekily.

“I wan more cock!” Nicole exclaimed, seeing that number 3 was spent.

“What was that?” that bartender asked?

“Oh, um,” said number 3, pushing Nicole towards the cock of the player beside him.  “I said I want Moorecock.  It’s a brand of whiskey.  Do you have it?”

The bartender frowned.

“Never heard of it.  And I’ve heard of everything.”

“Oh, um, well any brand will do then, I guess.”

He grumbled something about not standing for funny business in his bar and went to fill the order.  

Nicole continued in the role of trophy, rewarding every player’s cock for their victory.  They all switched to whiskey and soon were singing nasty songs about nasty girls, but none so nasty as the one making rounds beneath the table.


“Hey!  Who’s got the bimbo?” came the keeper’s voice from qbove the table.

“She’s right...she’s right...oh god yes!  That’s it!  Drink it down you beautiful cock-sucker!” said the player whose dick was in her mouth.  “OH YEAH..huh...huh...woooo...I’m done with her, Paulinho <belch>  Pul your dick out and I’ll tell her to crawl on over.”

“Fuck that,” said the keeper.  “I already had her mouth.  I want her pussy!  Get her up on the table!  I’ll fuck her right in fronta everbody!”

“Oh yeah Paulinho!” cried one player.

“You ride ‘er, cowboy!” encouraged another.

Hands reached down beneath the table and grabbed the confused but willing Nica.  Soon she was on hands and knees on the tabletop and her skirt had been pushed up around her waist.  Looking back between her thighs, she saw that one of the players was getting up on the table behind her.  his shorts were down and his cock was hard.  Nica grinned and giggled.  He was going to fuck her!

“Hey now!  What’s this?  What in God’s name do you think your doing?”

Nicole looked up to see the bartender, red-faced and fumming.

“I think he’s gonna fuck me,” Nicole informed him.   Then her hand slipped on a puddle of beer and her face hit the table.

“Why you shameless bastards!” roared the barkeeper.  “Out of my bar!  Right now!”

“What the fuck is it to you?” demanded the keeper, cock poised just out of reach of her cunt.

“I said now!” bellared the bartender and raised a double barrell shotgun.

“Holy shit!  He’s got a gun!” exclaimed number 3.

The next thing Nicole knew, all her boyfriends were gone.

“But...but...” Nicole said, confused.

“Now you get down from there, Miss.” the barkeeper was saying.

The big man helped her down and smoothed down her dress without touching anything that Nicole liked to have touched.

“Don’t you wanna be my boyfriend too?” Nicole asked.

“If you must know, I’m not much interested in girls,” said the bartender.  “And I hate to see anyone in your condition taken advantage of, even if you did seem to have gotten yourself into it.  Matter of professional pride.  So if you can tell me your address, I’ll get you a cab home.”

“But I wanna party!” Nicole pointed out.

“I think you’ve partied enough, now miss.  Now what’s your address.”

Nicole crossed her eyes and tried to remember.  Somehow she managed and he wrote it down and picked up the phone to call a cab.  There were several shotglasses with whisky still in them left behind by the soccer team.  It wasn’t as good as jism but it still made her feel yummy.  She started finishing them off and had several shots before the bartender noticed and put a stop to it.  He wasn’t any fun at all!

Soon enough, a little man with a big moustache arrived.

“You called for a cab, Lucas?” he asked.

“Ah, Leandro!” said the bartender, brightening.  “I hoped they would send you!”

“I let them know at the station I want first dibs if on any calls from you if I’m free,” said the cabi.  “You’re always so good about making sure I get paid.”

“Hey, I take pride in my profession,” said the barkeeper.  “And I know I can trust you with my more...incapacitated customers.  I know there are some cabie’s out there that would take advantage of them, especially the young ladies like the this one.”

He indicated Nicole, who smiled and waved.  Maybe he would want to be her boyfriend.

“My, she’s a mess isn’t she,” the cabie observed.  

“Yeah, I wasn’t paying enough attention I’m afraid.” the barkeeper admitted.  “Bunch of hooligans were pouring whiskey down her and being very ungentlemanly!”

The cabbie clicked his tongue.

“Some people have no shame!” he observed.

“Well, here’s her address,” said the bartender.  “See that she get’s home safe and if there’s no one there to pay your fair, come on back here and I’ll take care of you.  I’ll buy you a drink as well if you come at the end of your shift.”

“Well, I’ll see how tired I am,” said the cabbie.  “You’re a good man, Lucas.”

“So are you, Leandro.  So are you,” said the bartender.  “Need help getting her into the cab?”

Leandro looked at Nica. 

“No, looks like she can still walk on her own,” he said.  “You’d best keep an eye on your bar.”

“Well, hopefully I’ll see you later tonight,” he said hopefully.

“We’ll see,”  said the cabbie.

Taking Nicole firmly by the elbow, he led her out of the bar.  Two steps out the door, he shifted his hold and took her around the waist.

“Stupid fairy,” he muttered, then took a long gander at Nicole’s tits and grinned.

“So, miss, what’s your name?” he asked as he guided her to the cab.

“Nica,” she said.  “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Youe boyfriend?” he asked.

“Yeah, cuz if you’re my boyfriend I can suck your cock,” she explained.  “I really like cock <giggle>  Iss yummy!”

“Oh my,” exclaimed the cabbie, taking a cautious look back at the bar.  “Let me drive you down the street first.  Lucas doesn’t approve of such things.”

“Yeah, he’s a party-pooper!” she exclaimed, then was overcome with a fit of giggles punctuated with hiccups.

The taxi driver stuffed her into the front seat and drove three blocks, fondling her left tit all the way, then pulled into an alley.

“So you like cock, huh?” he asked, unzipping his pants.

Nicole giggled and dove for the treat he was offering.  She bumped her head repeatedly against the steering wheel, but she really didn’t care.  She had cock.  Cock was good.  Cum was better and soon she had cum and happy chirping birdies were flying around her head.  The cab driver eazed her back into an upright postion and she giggled and played with her right tit.

“Man, you’re really fucked up, aren’t you?” the driver asked.

Nicole snorted.

“Oh wow!” she said.  “I got fucked up and down and sideways.  Wheeee!”

“Well, now, who do you have waiting at home for you?” he asked.

“Ummm, jus my daddy,” she said.

“And what do you think he’ll say when he sees his daughter all messed up?” the driver asked.

Nicole giggled.

“I’ll be in trouble!” she exclaimed.  

“I thought so.  You know, I could help you out with that.  I have this friend and he has this stuff that will get you all sobered up before you go home.  If you want, I can take you over to his place and we can get you all fixed up.”

“Um, do you think he’d wanna be my boyfriend?” she asked.

“A pretty girl like you?” said the driver.  “I guarentee it!”

“Yay!” she exclaimed as the cabie started up the cab.

Nicole didn’t have any idea where in town she was when the cabbie pulled over and then lead her up the stairs of a tenament building.  She leaned on him heavily since she was feeling very light headed.

“Don’t worry, Nica,” he assured her.  “Victor’s got something that will fix you up right proper.”

“O.K.,” said Nicole.

They reached the door and the cabbie knocked.

“Who is it,” said a voice.

“It’s me, Leandro.  Let me in.”

“Leandro!” said the large, pock-faced man who opened the door.  “Come on in!  We’re having a party!”

“I like parties!” Nicole exclaimed.

“I bet you do,” said the doorman looking her up and down.  “Looks like you got yourself a fine bit of trim there, Roberto.”

“I’m just giving her a ride home,” the driver told him.  “She’s had a bit too much to drink so I thought Victor might have something to help her out, you know?”

The doorman chuckled.

“Yeah, Victor loves to help out ladies in trouble,” he said.  “He’s back in the photo studio helping one out right now!  We been helping out all kinds of ladies tonight!”“Sweet,” said the driver.  “Come on now, sweet tits.  Victor’ll get you all taken care of.”

Nicole giggled and let herself be led, staring at all the people in the big room.  It was quite a party!  One lady was draped over the arm of a couch, her face on the floor and her panties around her ankles.  She was giggling uncontrolably as two guys worked the neck of an empty whiskey bottle into her asshole.  In the corner, a girl with long straight hair was swaying back and forth, staring off into the distance with a vacant smile and rubbing grape jelly all over her naked body.  A girl with huge tits was sprawled naked and unconcious on the floor and several people were drawing pictures and writing dirty words on her.  

Leandro led Nica through the big room and into a smaller, more brightly lit room.  There, a black woman with short nappy hair was taking pictures of a wide-eyed and wobbly Chinese girl in nothing but a shredded pair of panties who was knealing before a hairy naked man akwardly trying to suck his dick.

Nica squealed with delight and joined the Chinese girl without any invitation.  The girl didn’t seemed to mind.  She seemed very confused, but not in any condition to mind just about anything.  Her tongue and Nica’s played together along the hairy man’s shaft.  Soon it was pulsing and shooting white streams of cum.  The first few bursts hit the Chinese girl in the face and chest, but Nica pushed her over and was able to get the last of it in her mouth.  She savored it, giggled, then pounced on top of the dissoriented woman and started licking the jism off of her.  The girl made strange, confused noises but Nica was only interested in the deliciousness she was licking off of her.  She licked every drop from the girl’s face and titties, then was delighted to discover that at some point earlier someone had loaded up her pussy.  Nica’s tongue went to work retrieving what was dried on the girl’s thighs, then plumbed the deapths of her pussy in search of more.

“Holy shit, man!  Who’s the bimbo?” asked the hairy man as the black woman went in for a close up.

“Some drunk slut I picked up at Lucas’ bar.  She was beggin’ to give me head before we even got to the car.  Crazy slut but she gives great head, no?”

“Hell yeah.  Almost makes up for you ruining the money shot.”

“Oh hell, man, you can get better picks off of her then any of the doped out whores you got here tonight.”

“Yeah, well...you’re probably right.  You need to drop her off at any particular time?”

“No.  All I need is for you to give her one of those little red things.  You know, like we did with those college girls, telling them it would get them sober.”

“Shit, man, why waste good dope on her?  She’s more willing than any tramp I ever seen.”

“I know, man, but I got a good thing going with Lucas thinking I’ll make sure all the drunken sluts he rescues get home safe.  I don’t want this slut remembering how she got home, in case she isn’t quite so willing in the morning.”

“Well...O.K...it is kinda funny when they start seeing things.”

The two men chuckled.

“Hey Nica,” said the driver.  

She looked up from the Chinese girl’s thorougly cleaned cunt and smiled.

“Come here.  Victor’s got something for you.”

“More cock?” Nica asked, crawling towards them.  “I like cock!” 

The hairy man laughed.

“I can see that.  Tell me--Nica?--you ever had it up the ass?”

Nica giggled.

“I don’t think so,”  she said.

“Really?  Oh, I think you’d like it.  It’s lots of fun.”

“I like fun,” Nica observed.

“Great!”  said Victor.  “Now, Leandro wanted you to have something first.  Here.  Swallow this.”

“OK,” Nica agreed, taking a red pill and popping it in her mouth.

“You don’t even want to know what it is?” Victor asked.

“Is it fun?” Nica asked.

“Oh, yeah, it’s fun.  Here.  Wash it down with vodka.  That makes it even more fun.”

“OK,” said Nica, and took a deep swollow from the bottle he gave her.

She sighed and giggled.  

“So, you wanna fuck my a...whoa!” said Nica as the room suddenly turned a swirly pink color.

The two guys chuckled.  Their cocks started to grow, stretching out towards her, getting bigger and longer until they were over two meters long and as thick as her arm!

“Oh my gaw!  Those are the biggesss cocks in the world!” she exclaimed.

“And this one’s going up your ass,” said the hairy guy.

“Oh my gaw, oh my gaw, oh my gaw!  Isss never gonna fit!” Nicole exclaimed.

You just leave that to me, bimbo.”  he sassured her.  “I’m a professional.”

Nica’s dress melted off somehow and she felt something huge and slick pushing against her asshole.

“Eeeep!” she exclaimed as somehow the huge cock pushed into her.

All thought fled as she started go cum over and over again.  The other huge cock smacked against her left cheek, then her right.  She tried to catch it in her mouth, but someone grabbed her hair and  pulled her head back.  The cock slid between her tits and her chin planted against someone’s belly.  Looking up, she saw a blue-faced demon with shining yellow eyes and a tongue that looked like a purple cock.  The demon smiled and at her and she giggled and came harder has his monstrous cock pumped between her tits.

She turned her head to see the red demon that was fucking her asshole.  She giggled.  Lights flashed.  The room swirled Nica came and came and came.

The demons led her through a rabbit hole.  More and more strange creatures came to fuck her in every orafice.  She was swimming in a sea of cum, gulping and licking, as giant cocks danced around her.  Nica couldn’t stop laughing and she couldn’t stop cuming and she never, ever wanted to stop fucking.

Eventually, however, a giant talking ice cream cone told her she had to go home.  It led her to a giant ladybug which flew off into the sky and then landed in front of her house.  She floated out of the ladybug and landed in a naked, spunk-spattered heap on her own front porch.

The ladybug flew away just as the front door opened.  Nica looked up to see her father looking down at her.  He seemed upset.  Nica couldn’t imagine why.  It was the happiest, yummiest day ever!

“Princess!” her father cried.  “Oh sweet Mother of God!  What happened?  Who did this to you?”

“Hi daddy!” she exclaimed.  “I got soooo many boyfriends!”

She giggled, and then vomited all over her father’s shoes.

Curiously, it didn’t taste nearly as good coming up as it had going down.  This was her last thought before everything went black.

To be continued...let me know what you think of it so far!


BimboDrops:  A Tale of BimboTech, Inc.
Part 3


Carlos stared at the silent, shuttered house wondering what could be going on inside.  It had been more than a week since he had treated Nica with the BimboDrops and then lost her.  He had come back to the cafe to find her gone with no one quite sure where.  She had left with the waiter, someone said.  The manager thought the waiter was outside on a smoke break, but Carlos couldn't find him.  He searched and searched all day for her but with no luck.

He had sat up all night worrying.  Then in the wee hours of the morning, a cab had dropped his beautiful Nica on her own front porch, completely naked.  Carlos was about to run to her, but her damned father came out and took her inside.

She hadn't left since.  Carlos waited for the police to come, for Nica's father to come with his pistol. Nothing happened.  Nica stayed in doors and received only a few close friends.  Rumors started, horribly nasty rumors of Nica playing the whore, appearing in pornos, doing drugs.  And one rumor that explained why Carlos was still free and alive:  She didn't remember any of it.

He knew he should have counted himself lucky.  That he should just get rid of the bottle and forget about it.  But he had come so close!  The memory of Nica's hand on thigh, feeling his hard cock through his trousers--it wasn't something he could just forget!   Prison and death were acceptable risks if there was a chance that he could once again see Nica hungry for his cock and finish what he had started the week before!

But how could he possibly dose her again if she wouldn't even leave her house?  Her inner bimbo was completely sealed off from him.

Carlos knew if he was ever going to get Nica out of her house and out of her panties again, he was going to need some help.  Suddenly, he had an epiphany--use a bimbo to make a bimbo!

He picked up the phone and called Nicole's friend Aline.

“Hello?" came a guiless, giggly voice.

"Hi, Aline?  This is Carlos," he said.

"Oh hi, Carlos!  What's up?"

"Nothing much.  I'm just a little worried about my neighbor.  Nicole hasn't left her house in days and there are all these rumors going around."

"Oh my god!" exclaimed the young lady.  "What have you heard?"

"Well, nothing specific," Carlos lied.  "Just that she like went crazy or something last week."

"God, you're not kidding!  I've heard all kinds of things, like she was going around acting like a total whore!" Aline exclaimed in a tone that was half horrified and half titillated.  "Most of the stuff I don't even believe.  Nica would never do that kind of stuff!  But she doesn't even know!  Did you hear that? She, like, doesn't even remember leaving home that day! Her dad thinks some asshole must have doped her up on something.  She was high as a kite when she got home."

“That's horrid!" Carlos exclaimed as sincerely as he could manage, all the while thanking his lucky stars for Nica's amnesia.  

"Yeah, so like, Nica's not leaving her house.  She'll barely even let me come over, she's so ashamed!  She told me she's thinking of becoming a nun!"

"My God!" Carlos exclaimed, this time with real horror.  "Aline, we've got to help her!  She can't let one mistake ruin her life!"

"Well, yeah, but what can we do?" she asked.

"We've got to get her out of the house!" Carlos exclaimed.  "If she comes out and starts socializing again, She'll see the world isn't condemning her and she doesn't need to run away from it."

"That sounds logical," said Aline.  "But how will we get her to go for it?"

"We’ll start out small," said Carlos.  "Just take her out for dinner or something, you, me and her.  We can go get hamburgers.  I'll buy."

"Hey, if you're buying I'm there!  I'm sure I can talk Nica into coming our of her cave for  a wee bit."

"Great!" said Carlos.  "I'm sure that's exactly what she needs.  You're a great friend, Aline."

“<giggle> That's me!  Aline to the rescue!"

They planned out the details, then Carlos hung up and smiled for the first time since he had left Nica behind in that cafe.  Things just might work out.  He clutched his little bottle like a talisman and started to hum.

****


Nicole was in the shower.  She showered a lot now.   Sometimes as many as eight times a day.  But no matter how much she washed, she just didn't feel clean.  She felt dirty.  Dirty, dirty, dirty!

Especially her pussy.  But whenever she would wash it, touch it, she felt so warm, so...so...

 Looking down at the warm water running down her naked body, she had visions of a huge phallus pressing up between her dripping breasts, towards her parted, welcoming lips.

"No!" she reprimanded herself, flinging her hand from her traitorous snatch.

“This isn't working," she muttered as water dripped from her pointy nipples.  "It just isn't working."

She got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.  She peeked out of the bathroom to make sure her father wasn't there and ran to her bedroom.  She flopped onto her bed and sighed.

She had to do something, find a way to distract herself.  After whatever it was that had happened to her the week before, she just couldn't bare to leave the house, to see anyone but her daddy and her best friend Aline.  She didn't even want to be around them, really.  Bit when she was alone in the house, showering, lying on her bed, wandering the house, then showering again, images would come to her.  Nothing coherent, just snatches of cloudy memory of disgusting sights, sounds, tastes...

And as disgusting as they were, to Nicole's horror, they were making her horny.  Today had been the worst. A half a dozen times she had been close to  masturbating at the thought of her own degradation.  She just had to find a distraction, a way to get out of her own head!

The phone rang.  Soon, her father called out.

“Princess?  The phone is for you.  It's Aline.  Do you want me to tell her you're indisposed?"

"Thanks, daddy, but I'm fine.  I'll answer it," she told him.  

She picked up the phone.

"Hi Nica!" came the cheery voice of her good friend. "How's it going?"

"O.K., I guess," she replied.

"Just o.k. is unacceptable!" Aline declared.  "And you sound down right gloomy!  As your best friend, it is my duty to get you out of that house and back into your life!"

Nica sighed.

"Well, I don't know," she said.  "I was just thinking that I needed a distraction, but..."

"But nothing!" Aline interjected.  "We'll start you  off slow, but you are coming out of that house if I have to drag you out!  Just come our to dinner. Carlos is buying."

"Carlos?"  Nicole asked.  "Gee, I don't know Aline.  I kind of want to stay away from guys, you know?"

"Come on, Nica!"  her friend chided.  "Carlos is the most harmless guy in the world!  And besides, he's kind of cute, for a wierdo."

Nica grinned and shook her head.

"Aline, you think every guy is cute!" she said.

Aline giggled.

"Well, yeah, kind of.  Let's just say I have a broad palate!  So, can we pick you up around 6:00?"

"I don't know Aline," Nicole hesitated.  "I want to, but everybody will be, like, staring at me.  I'll just die of embarrassment!"

"Already thought of that," Aline bragged.  "Carlos is going to take us to the other side of town.  Nobody even knows us there!  Once you're used to being out again, we can hang around the neighborhood and I bet you'll find nobody treats you any different."

Nicole sighed.

"O.K., but if I don't like it you have to promise me you'll make Carlos take me home," she insisted.

"O.K.  It's a promise.  Pick you up at 6:00?"

"Sure," Nicole agreed.

She hung up and turned to her closet.  She sound her most conservative outfit.  She would not have people looking at her like she was some kind of slut!

****

A few hours later and Nicole was in a fast food restaurant across town and almost feeling normal.  Aline was her usual bubbly self and her good mood was infectuous.  They chatted together at the table while Carlos waited at the counter for their order.

Aline was dressed in a quite revealing outfit, as was her norm:  a scandalously short skirt and a blouse whose neckline didn’t come anywhre near her neck.  Aline wasn’t as stacked as Nica was, but what she had was there for all to see.  With Nicole dressed so conservatively, if any one stared at anyone it was Aline as she toyed with her curly blonde hair and gossiped aout everyone but Nicole.

Nicole smiled.  Her best friend was a bimbo, but she had a heart of gold.

“Dinner is served, ladies!” Carlos declared, setting a tray loaded down with burgers, french fries and milkshakes.  Aline grabbed a french fry before Carlos had even sat down, popped it in her mouth and continued talking and chewing at the same time.

“So Paula was all like, ‘Maybe my next boyfriend won’t care if I...hey, these are really good!”

She grabbed another french fry and tossed it into her mouth and grinned.

“Mmm!  You guys gotta try these,” she said, grabbing a handful.

“O.K.,” said Nica, grabbing one.

“I’m an onion ring man, myself,” said Carlos.

“Mmmm!” exclaimed Nica, reaching for more.  “These_are_good!”

“Carlos,” said Aline with a mouth full of fries.  “You gotta try these!”

“No, that’s all right,” said Carlos, then grabbed his milk shake and tasted it.  

“Mmmm!” he exclaimed.  “The milkshakes are incredible!  Try them!”

Nica and Aline both did so.  Carlos was totally right!  They were the best milkshakes they had ever tasted!

Aline giggled.  Nica giggled.  Carlos gave a low chuckle.

Nica couldn’t believe how much better she was feeling!  It was as if all the shame and embarrassment and frustration of the past week had just melted away into nothingness.  Everything was just great!  The world was such a friendly place and Nica hadn’t a care in the world!  Here she was with good friends and good food.  Really good food.  She sucked hard on her milk shake until her head hurt.  Then she took a fist full of fries and munched on them until her head stopped hurting.  Then she sucked shake until she had another brain freeze.  She giggled.

Aline was making a pig of herself, Nica observed as she stuffed her own mouth with fries.  But who could blame her?  It was really good food.

Nica was so glad she had agreed to come out with her friends.  She didn’t care what people thought of her.  She didn’t want the evening to end!  She just wanted to celebrate her new found freedom from shame!  She wanted to party!

So did Aline.

So when Carlos suggested they go dancing at a club he knew of on the first floor of a big hotel, the girls were delighted!  It was Carlos’ idea that Nica call her father and tell him she was going to stay the night at Aline’s so they could stay out as long as they wanted and he wouldn’t worry.  He was so smart!  He knew just what to do to solve all of Nica’s problems and now she didn’t have any!

Except for the way she was dressed.  She couldn’t go dancing in such a dowdy, stuffy outfit.  She was feeling awfully warm just sitting in the restaurant.

But Carlos told her not to worry.  He had a surprise for her.  For Aline too.  The girls loved surprises.  They piled into Carlos’ car and drove off into the night, giggling and gosiping.  Life was fun again!

They got to the hotel, but they didn’t go into the club.  Carlos led the girls to an elevator and up they went to the penthouse suite.  Nica and Aline were delighted.  They had never been to a penthouse before.

Carlos unlocked the door, explaining he had checked in eaarlier that day, just in case the girrls wanted to go danincing late into the night and didn’t want to make the long drive home afterwards.  Besidess. they might want to drink a bit.  He indicated a big bottle of champaign that was already there in the room chilling.  Carlos was so smart!  He thought of everything!  Nica vaguely remembered promising herself she wouldn’t drink alcohol anymore, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember why.  It seemed sort of silly, now.  She giggled.

But first, of course, they needed to dress for the club.   Carlos presented the girsl with two outfits he had purchased for them--just in case.  He gave Nica a red lycra halter top, a tiny black mini skirt, fishnet stockings and shiny red pumps.  Aline got a bright orange tube top and matching hotpants, green stockings and black stilettos.  Nica blushed and giggled when Carlos told her how sexy she would look in the outfit.  She really wanted to look sexy.  She wanted the boys in the club to like her.  She wanted them to like her a lot!

Carlos directed them to the one bedroom and told them he would await them in the other.  He grinned and told them he couldn’t wait to see how they looked.

Nica and Aline couldn’t stop giggling as they put on their new outfits.

“Oh my god!” Aline whispered to her.  “Carlos is so hot!”

Nica giggled.

“God, Aline, you are such a slut!”

Aline giggled.

“I’m not the one that stayed out all night getting fucked and came home stoned off her ass and buck naked,” she countered.  “You’re a bigger slut than me!”

Nica blushed but she giggled.  It was kind of funny, now that she thought about it.

“Do you really think I’m a slut Aline?”

Her best friend nodded enthusiastically and giggled.

“But don’t worry about it!” she said.  “Being a slut is fun!  Guys never gave you pretty clothes before you was a slut, right?”

Nica giggled.  She had to admit that Aline was right.  

“But don’t worry,” Aline assured her.  “You’re just a bigger slut than me ‘cuz I haven’t been trying hard.  I’m so fucking horny tonight, I think I’m gonna rock Carlos’ world before we ever go dancing!”

Nica giggled.

“He’s lookin’ really good tonight, isn’t he.”

“Hey!” Aline said.  “Don’t you go tryin’ to steel him from me!  It was my idea first!”

“Well, if you’re so much a better slut than me,” Nica exclaimed.  “I shouldn’t be able to!”

“Oh yeah?”  Aline said.  “Well, we’ll just let Carlos be the judge, now, won’t we!”

“Bring it on, bimbo!” Nica declared.

They rushed out of the bathroom to prove themselves.  They stopped before Carlos, thrusting their chests out and gazing at him with defiant sluttiness.  Carlos dropped his jaw.  He nearly dropped the two glasses of champaign he was holding.

The girls giggled at his reaction and nearly forgot their contention until their knockers collided as the approached Carlos.  They growled at each other.

“Carlos,” said Nica.  “Who is a bigger slut, me or Aline?”

She licked her lips and ran a finger around her left nipple.

“Yeah,” said Aline, “Be honest!”

She hooked a finger under her skirt and raised it until her twat showed.

“Well gosh,” said Carlos.  “I don’t know that I’d call the two of you sluts, necessarily.”

“Come on, Carlos,” Aline objected.  “If you didn’t know we were sluts, you wouldn’t buy us slut clothes!  The only difference is Nica is just an amateur slut.  I’m dedicated.  Want me to prove it?”

“She got a head start!” Nica objected.  “But I’m still the biggest slut in the neighborhood!  Everybody is saying so!”

“Girls!” Carlos exclaimed, holding up a hand.  “This doesn’t have to be a competition!”

“Yes it does!” Aline insisted.  “And you’re the judge!” 

“Yeah!” said Nica “So tell Aline I’m sluttier and we’ll go dancing!”

“Hey!” Aline objected. 

Carlos shook his head in amazement. 

“This will take some thought,” he said.  “Have some champaign while I consider the two of you.”

He handed them the glasses.  They drank.  It was good.  Really, really good!  They downed their glasses.  The room spun.

“Fuck I’m horny!” exclaimed Aline as her eyes went crossed.

“Hor-neeeee” said Nica, then giggled.

“Well, then, the judging should wait,” said Carlos.

He went up to the two of them and put an arm around each of their waists.  They melted into him and sighed.

“We wouldn’t want to leave you horny, now,” he continued, his hands sliding upward to grope their tits.  “If you’re sluts, you should be fucked, and fucked well.”

The girls moaned in agreement, their mouths watering at the idea.

And then clothing was being tugged at, then ripped off.  Nica was so warm, so disoriented, so horny!

Carlos pushed Nica down on the bed.  She spread her legs wide and giggled.  Carlos eyes were wide, his teeth were showing, and his cock was long and hard and on a collision course with her cunt.

Aline hopped onto the bed beside her.

“I wanna fuck first,” she declared.  “I’m sluttier than Nica!”

“Damnit Aline!” Carlos exclaimed.  “We’re doing this for Nica, remember?  To make her feel better!”

“Yeah!” Nica exclaimed.

“Sorry,” Aline pouted.

Carlos sighed.  He went back to his bag, took something our of it, grabbed the bottle of champaign and put something in it.  He shook it a bit and handed it to Aline.

“Drink this while you’re waiting,” he suggested.

“O.K.,” Aline conceded, then licked at the foam rising out of the bottle.  “Hey!  This is really good!”

Aline dropped down to the floor, sucking at the bottle.  Carlos turned from her and grinned at Nica.  Nica grinned at Carlos’ cock and it dove between her thighs and slammed into her cunt.  Nica’s eyes rolled back in her head.

“Oh God!” she cried out.  “Oh Yes!  Oh Fuck!”

It felt so good!  Nica’s body was singing, her cunt was quivering, her mind was melting into a soft gooey mass.

“You like that, don’t you Nica?” Carlos asked as he pumped in and out of her.

“MMmmmmmm!” she affirmed.

“I guess you really are a slut,” he concluded.

“I am such a slut!” she proclaimed as Carlos pounded his meat into her.  “I love to fuck!  I love it!  I love it!  I love it!  Nnnnggh!”

“Do you love my cock?” he asked.

“Yes!” she cried.  “Cock is good!  Good cock!  Nice cock!  Love cock!  More cock!  Nica wants more cock!”

“What about <gasp> What about spunk, Nica? Do you like spunk?  Do you want me to cream in your cunny?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Nica exclaimed.

But before her first ‘Yes!’ Carlos was exploding into her, his head thrown back in a primal roar.  Her pussy sang as it filled with spunk and Nica came hard.

“Oh wow!” Nica exclaimed. “Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow!”

“I wanna fuck now!” Aline slurred, trying to pull herself up from the floor by the bedspread.  “Do me next!  Do me like you did Nica!”

Carlos pulled his dick out of Nica with a wet slurp.

“In a minute, bimbo,” he told Aline.  “Here.  Eat Nica out while you wait to get fucked.”

“Huh? said Aline as Carlos took hold of her by her hair.  “But I don’t want to...”

“Come on, you’ll like it,” Carlos insisted, pushing her face between Nica’s thighs.

“But..but..” Aline protested.  “Hey...this smells kind of ..<slurp>...Oh my god!  MmmmmmMmmmmMMMMMmmmm!”

Nica’s eyes went wide as her best friend started aggressively sucking Carlos’ sperm from her pussy.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.  “Oh Aline!  That feels...so...GOOD@”

“Nnngmm!” Aline replied with her tongue in Nica’s twat.

“Sweet!” exclaimed Carlos.  “It works just like they said.  She’s addicted to cum!”

“Huh?” Nica asked. 

She was having trouble thinking and Aline was being _very_ distracting.

“Don’t worry about it, Beautiful,” Carlos told her.  “Just give me a moment and I’ll give you a special treat.”

Carlos went to his bag, took out a little canister and sprayed something into his mouth.  Instantly, his flagging dick leapt up with renewed vigor.  Nica grinned, her eyes fixed on it.  Carlos climbed onto the bed and straddled Nica’s ribcage, pinning her arms to her sides.  Aline was so focused on the treasure in Nica’s twat that she didn’t even notice, event though her head knocked into Carlos’ naked ass a couple times.  Nica, however, was very aware of Carlos and the hard, slick cock that slid so nicely between her big juicy jugs.

The smell of semen on his dick awakened a forgotten hunger in her and she drooled.  The head of Carlos’ cock darted out from between her tits.  She strained to try and reach it with her tongue.  Her tongue just wasn’t long enough, thought, and a droplet of pre-cum hung tantalizing on the head of his prick, taunting her.

“Looks like someone wants a facial,” Carlos observed.

Nica looked up at him hopefully.

Ask me please, Nica, and I have a big load of man juice just for you.”

Nica’s eyes lit up.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Carlos deduced.

“Yes please!” she exclaimed.  “Yummy yummy!”

“Open wide!” Carlos instructed.

Nica did so and with two more pumps between her titties, Carlos shot a big white glob right into her mouth.  One taste and Nica was in heaven, but Carlos had a lot more than one taste for her.  Blast after blast of glistening jism shot out of him, more than she could have taken in her mouth.  She took it on the chin, both cheeks, her left eye.  Several gobs landed in her hair.  And still, Carlos kept coming.  He was staring in amazement at his own prick.

Nica was too delighted to be surprised by the sheer volume of Carlos’ ejaculate.  All she knew was that she was drenched in pure deliciousness.  She licked her own face with ecstatic abandon, making incoherent expression of delight as her tongue stretched to reach the wonderful spooge.

“Damn!” Carlos exclaimed once his cock was finally finished.

“That’s incredible!” he exclaimed.  “I gotta try that again!”

He got off of  Nica and went back to his bag.  With her arms now free, Nica could now go after the spooge she couldn’t reach with her tongue.  She started scooping globs off her face into her mouth, reveling in the intoxicating flavor.

Down at her slit, Aline had finally managed to lick up all the spunk that she could reach.  She looked up to see what Nica was doing.

“Hey!” she exclaimed.  “You got more!”

She scrambled drunkenly up Nica’s naked body and started licking the jism that had dribbled off Nica’s chin and flowed between her tits.

Nica giggled.  Aline’s tongue tickled.  She felt so fucking great!  Carlos’ spunk was the most wonderful stuff in the whole fucking universe!  How had she lived so long without it.

“Hey girls, you ready for more?” asked Carlos.

A;ine’s head popped up from between her tits and blocked Nica’s view.  Before she could even complain, though, Aline was scrambling off her and Nica saw that Carlos was standing beside the bed, rock hard and pointing at them.  Nica scrambled up as well.

“More!” she exclaimed.  “Mine!”

“No!” said Aline.  “Me!”

“Come now,” said Carlos.  “You’re friends.  You should share!  Now kneel down on the floor, side by side, and say please.”

Aline seemed confused but Nica knew what to do.  She scampered off the bed and knelt before the beautiful cock.  Aline understood then and joined her.

“More, please!” asked Nica.

“Yeah!” said Aline.  “Please!”

Carlos chuckled.  He took a seat on the edge of the bed and the two girls turned about on their knees, following his iron cock like their mouths were magnets.

“Now give Mr. Happy kisses and he’ll give you a treat,” said Carlos.

The girls giggled and came at his cock from either side.  Their tongues played with each other along the underside of Carlos’ dick, their noses and nipples gently jostled each other.  Their lips caressed balls, shaft and head as they stared into each other’s delighted, half-focused eyes.  Nica couldn’t think of anything better than to share a nice hard cock with her best friend.

As if in answer, the cock gave a pre-orgasmic pulse.  Remembering that their was something much better, Nica pushed her drunken friend over on her ass and got the head of Carlos’ cock between her lips to catch the first blast of jism that rifled out.

Nica was in heaven and heaven just kept on coming.   It was coming so fast and so thick that Nica couldn’t swallow it all!  She pulled her head back for air and got hit in the eye with spooge just before being knocked to the side by Aline, who then tried to get her  mouth around the spurting cock but lost her balance and fell backwards.  The white globs of ecstasy streamed out to shower the sprawling Aline.  Carlos chuckled and aimed for her tits.  He didn’t show any signs of flagging.  Nica scrambled back towards the action.  Carlos grinned and aimed the cock at Nica’s tits.  Aline didn’t seem to notice or care.  She was busy trying to eat up all the spooge she was already coated in.  Nica got hit by blast after blast.  She giggled and moved toward the font of heaven on her hands and knees, trying to catch the streamers in her mouth and occasionally succeeding, mostly getting hit in their face and tits.  One stream even went over her head and draped her from ass to shoulder blade.  Nica crawled to the wonderful cock just as it was putting out it’s last defiant globs.  She opened wide and took as much of the man meat as she could in her mouth and sighed and giggled as the last few pulses tickled her lips.

Carlos was saying something but Nica didn’t understand a word of it.  She was so fucking high!  The only thing she could think of was eating more cum.

Aparantly Carlos was trying to help her do just that, though.  He gook her by the hair and directed her face to Aline’s tits.  There was jism there!  Nica giggled and started lapping.  Happy, happy, happy!

Nica didn;t know how long she spent licking spooge of her best firend.  She knew at some point Carlos’ hands proded them into different positions, but she she was to intent on her taks to pay mush notice.  At least until he again started fucking her pusssy again.  That made her smile and grind her self into him--but her mouth never left Aline’s sum-soaked naked flesh.

The next thing she knew, Carlos was pulling her pulling her head back by her hair.  She smiled smile ant him and blew a sticky spooge bubble.  He was talking again.  Nica just giggled.  He physically directed her up onto the bed, then helped an even less cogent Aline up to sprawl jibbering beside her.  Carlos again directed Nica, helping her find her way between Aline’s thighs.  Aline’s cunt was full of semen!!!  Nica was overjoyed and dove in.  She let Carlos worry about her back end and soon he had arranged for Aline to eat the treat in Nica’s twat!

Nica was 69ing her best friend, both of them eating Carlos’ delicious jism.  She didn’t think she could possibly be happier.  

Then Carlos deflowered her asshole.

Nica had a monster orgasm, then passed out.


To Be Continued

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BimboDrops:  A Tale of BimboTech, Inc.
Part 4


Carlos dialed the international number and waited for his call to go through.  After a long time, someone answered.

“Hi!” came a bubbly voice on the other end.  “You’ve reached BimboTech Incorporated!  My name’s Tittiefuck.  How can I direct your call?”

“Uh, this is Carlos Bodega,” Carlos explained.  “I need to talk to customer service.”

The person on the other end giggled.

“I service customers all the time!” she said.  “I like it best when they are here and they can cum on my titties, but I can talk dirty to you on the phone if you can’t come here right now.”

Carlos blinked.  He was hardly in any need of phone sex.  Nica hadn’t been able to get enough of him for the past 3 days.  It was incredible, but he was exhausted!

“No,” Carlos declined  “I need to talk to somebody who knows about your products.”

“Ooooh--<giggle>” she said.  “That’s not me!  I don’t know hardly anything at all! <giggle>  I’m kind of a bimbo!”

“Can I talk to someone who’s not a bimbo?” Carlos asked.

“Huh?” said Tittiefuck.  “Oh!  Yeah!  I’m supposed to push a button.  Ummm, let’s try this one.”

The phone went dead.

After a couple more attempts, Carlos was speaking to a male customer representative.  He was much more helpful, though Carlos still had to repeat himself several times.  It may have been his accent, but Carlos strongly suspected the gentleman was having his dick sucked while taking his phone call.

He was able to glean some information, however.  What he’d been most concerned about was Aline.  She had wandered off the morning after their night in the hotel when Carlos was busy fucking Nica in the shower.  Carlos hadn’t been able to give her another dose and he was terrified she would recover, figure out what he had done to her and Nica and then sick the cops on him.  She hadn’t, however.  A couple days later, Aline had returned to her house with a couple of sailors in tow.  The next morning, Carlos cautiously approached her and she immediately asked him to do her.  

The man at BimboTech asked how much of a dose he had given her, and Carlos had to admit he had lost track.  The man said it was not unusual for women with natural bimbo tendency to be permanently effected by the drops, especially if they were given more than 5 drops in a 24 hour period.  When Carlos asked if Nica would also be permanently effected, he told him the only way to find out was to take her off the stuff.

That wasn’t something Carlos wanted to risk.  He wanted to keep Nica as his bimbo lover even if he had to dope her breakfast every morning for the foreseeable future.  His obsession with her was just as great as it had ever been.

Carlos then brought up his most pressing problem.

“It’s, well, she wants to fuck all the time,” he explained.  “I mean that’s great--that’s how I want her.  But I can’t fuck her 24 hours a day!”

“Have you tried Reload, our male rejuvenator?” the man at BimboTech asked.  “I just love the stuff.  I satisfied half a dozen of the bimbos on our staff this morning and I’m still going strong.”

“Yes, yes,”  Carlos said.  “It’s really great stuff.  I mean, I can keep her satisfied.  I just don’t have time for anything else!  I have to make a living!”

“Ah, yes,” sympathized the man,  “A pity that most employers don’t have as tolerant a bimbo policy as we do here at BimboTech.  Does wonders for employee morale.  Speaking of which, could you hold for just a second?  Thanks.”

“What?” asked Carlos.  “Wait!”

He heard muffled groaning, followed by a girlish squeal.

“I’m sorry,” said the man on the phone after a long pause.  “Thank you for holding.  What was it...oh yes, bimbo drops, can’t control your bimbo, right.  Well, sir, in all honesty, bimbo drops aren’t really intended for extended use.  They’re more of a party favor, a practical joke, a good way for getting a one-night-stand.  If this hot little honey of yours is such a keeper, you really need to get her the full BimboTech treatment.  With our in-house equipment, we can modify a woman’s mind and body to your precise specifications.  We can make it so she only wants to fuck on Thursdays or when she’s in a room with purple walls, or whenever someone calls her a whore.  Or we can make her want to fuck all the time, but not be able to ask for it unless you give her a password.  We can make her completely loyal to you, or make her only want to fuck fat men named Steve.  We can give her any sort of fetish or idiosyncrasy you can imagine.  And that’s not even mentioning the body modifications available.  The sky’s the limit!  It really is worth the price.”

“Yes,” said Carlos,  “I plan to take Nica to your Sao Paolo branch as soon as it opens, but that’s not for three weeks yet!  What do I do with her in the mean time?  If I take her off the stuff, she’ll bolt and I’ll never get her back!  But if I keep doing her as often as I have been these past few days, I might not live long enough to get her to Sao Paolo, let alone have the money to pay for it!”

“Huh,” said the man, “Well, I guess an unregulated bimbo could be quite a handful for one guy.  Maybe you could try whoring her out?”

“Whoring her out?”  Carlos asked.

He had a vision of Nica dressed as a prostitute, selling her ass for cash on a street corner down side.

“Yeah, that’s probably your best bet,” said the man.  “Try that.  Thanks for using BimboTech products.  Bye.”

The line went dead.

Could he really do it?  Could he share his beautiful Nica?

He went to the bedroom.  There was Nica, prone and naked on the bed, squirming to reach the smear of jism he had wiped between her shoulder blades.  She had managed to lick the rest of it off herself.  The only way he could get her to leave him be while he called BimboTech was to drench her in cum and leave her distracted by the clean up.  

God but her ass was fine.  Could Carlos really share it with other men?  He wanted to possess her.  And yet, the idea of Nica as a whore...he couldn’t deny it had some appeal...his dick was certainly liking the idea.

“Nica the whore,” he said, trying out the feel of it in his mouth.

“Carlos?” exclaimed Nica, realizing he was in the room and turning about, her naked knockers jiggling.  “Carlos!  I want more!”

Her eyes went to his crotch and she smiled greedily at the bulge there.

“Moooore!” she exclaimed, then giggled.

Well, maybe he would have to let other men fuck her.  But not right now.  Right now, Carlos was going to fuck her.  And fuck her well.

“You want more, Nica?”  he asked.  “You want to be my own private whore?”

“Uh-huh!” Nica said, nodding with enthusiasm.

Carlos tore of his pants, his gluttonous dick in the drivers seat of his brain again.

“Then suck me, whore,” he told her, grabbing hold of her hair as she took his dick in her mouth once again.  “Be my whore and suck me!”

“Mmmmmm!” Nica exclaimed.

She was so in love with his dick.  How could he ever share this with anyone?  She was his whore.  His.

“Nica the whore,” Carlos said once again, and chuckled, shaking his head.  

***


Nica awoke to a knocking on the door.   Someone was shouting.  She blinked and looked around.  It wasn’t Carlos.  He was there in bed with her, snoring.  They had fallen asleep after rutting for hours and hours.  Nica was still half-wearing the outfit she had put on to convince him to do her one last time when he was near exhaustion.  A pair of high-heeled ‘fuck me’ pumps were still on her feet, red straps crisscrossing up to her knees.  Her red lace french-cut panties were around her ankles.  The matching bra hung from the ceiling fan making lazy revolutions.

The knocking resumed.  Nica sighed.

“Carlos,” she said.  “There’s somebody at the door, lover.”

Carlos groaned, rolled over and continued snoring.  He was so tired.  He had fucked her so thoroughly and so well.  Nica decided to let him sleep so that he would be well rested for her when he woke up.

Nica wriggled out of the bed and snaked her panties back up around her hips.  She hopped a couple times trying to grab her bra but all it accomplished was to make her boobies bounce and Carlos wasn’t even awake enough to appreciate it.  

There was another round of pounding on the door and Nica decided to just answer it.  Everybody loved her boobies anyway.

As Nica approached the door rather wobbly given the height of her heels and the thoroughness with which she had recently been fucked;  she thought she recognized the voice of the man demanding that Carlos open the door.

“I know she’s with you, you son of a bitch!” he was saying.  “Aline told me everything!”

Nica hurried happily to the door, threw the bolt and opened Carlos’ house to her anxious, irate father.

“DADDY!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck, pressing tightly against him and kissing his cheek.

“Nicole?” her father exclaimed in a strangled voice.  “Princess?”

He pushed her away from him with firm hands on her bare shoulders.  She smiled back at him.  His eyes were huge.

“My...my God!  Nicole, what are you wearing?” he asked her, though it was quite obvious he could see.  “Cover yourself up this instant!”

Nica couldn’t understand why her father was so upset.  Everything was so happy!

“Don’t you like my boobies, Daddy?” she asked.  “Most guys like my boobies cuz they’re big and bouncy.  See?”

She demonstrated by hefting her jugs with both hands and letting them fall.  As promised, they bounced delightfully.

“Holy God!” her father exclaimed.  “Don’t do that!  Put some clothes on.  You’re coming home right now!”

“But Da-ddeey,” Nica objected.  “Carlos is my boyfriend now!  I have to stay with Carlos!”

“Over my dead body!” her father fumed.  “He’s to old for you!  And he’s a low-life smut peddler!”

“Yeah, but he’s sooo yummy!” Nica pointed out.

“My God, Nicole!  What has he done to you?”

Nica giggled naughtily.

“Oh my god!” she confessed.  “He’s fucked me!  He’s fucked me soooo much and sooo good!”

“Ah!” her father shouted.  “I don’t want to hear this!”

He covered his ears.  Nica looked down.  Talking about Carlos made her horny and there in her daddy’s trousers was a distinctive bulge that told her he could help her.  She looked up grinning.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed.  “You do like my boobies, don’t you!”

“What?” he exclaimed, then looked to where his daughter’s gaze had returned.  “No!  No! I...”

But Nica was already on her knees, reaching out to stroked the hard rod that was straining to escape her father’s trousers.

“Oooooo!” Nica exclaimed.  “It’s nice!  And it want’s to play!”

“Nicole!  Nicole, what are you doing?”

Nicole giggled.

“It’s a surprise, Daddy!” she said as she unzipped his pants.

“No!” he exclaimed.  “No, you can’t!  You can’t do this!”

“Yes I can!” Nica said.  “I’m really good at it!  Ooooo, and it’s such a nice one!  So big and hard, just for me!  You like my boobies, don’t you  Mr. Pecker?”

Nica tapped each of her titties with her father’s hard dick.

“No!” he protested weakly.  “You mustn’t!  You mus... mus...”

Nica opened wide and took the hard prick into her drooling mouth.

“Mmmmmmm!” she exclaimed, drawing her full lips along the length of his shaft, her tongue swishing back and forth along the underside.

“Oh god!” her father exclaimed, looking down to wee Nica’s eyes twinkling with playful lust.  “This...this can’t be happening.  You can not be my daughter.  You can not!  My princess would never...never...oh god..no!  You’re not!  You’re....you’re a whore!”

Nica giggled around his shaft.

“MmmmHmmm!” she agreed with cock-filled lips.

It wasn’t technically true, but she knew that Carlos sometimes got off when she called herself a whore.  Maybe it would work for her daddy too!  And if he got off, it meant yumminess for Nica!

Her father’s eyes were throbbing now.  He was sweating profusely and his face was screwed up in some sort of obsessed madness.

“You are a whore, aren’t you!” he said.  “A slut just like your mother!  I tried to raise you to be good, to be a proper lady, but you whoring mother was always there, trying to escape, wasn’t she?  Deep down you’ve always been a slut, haven’t you?  A cock-hungry slut!”

“MmmHmmmmmmmm!” Nica agreed through her hummer.  “MmHmmm. MmHmmm, MmmmmHmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“Well, if that’s what you want, then that’s what you get, you whore!” he exclaimed.  “Take it!  Take it all!  Drink it down like the slut you are!”

He grabbed hold of her head and thrust deeper into her mouth as he started to come.  Nica squealed in delight as her mouth filled with pleasure and she trembled as she swallowed.

“Slut!  Whore!  Slut!” her father chanted like a mantra as he pumped his goo into Nica’s joyful mouth.

When it was clear that no more joy juice forthcoming, Nica sat back onto her ass and reveled in the flavor.  She stroked the crotch of her panties, which had become quite damp, and giggled gently.

Her father stood staring, trembling, white-faced and slack-jawed.

“Oh god,” he said.  “What have I done?  Oh god.”

Nica was vaguely aware of him leaving.  She was still flying from the present he had given her.  Such a nice daddy.  Such a nice present.  But not as nice as Carlos.  She had probably let him sleep long enough now.  Licking her lips, she headed for the bedroom intent on waking him in her favorite way.

***

“O.K., Nica,” Carlos was saying.  “I’m going to have to leave to meet with my agent in an hour.  I’ll be gone for three hours, tops.  We’ve to go over some of my manuscripts and talk about where to send them.  I hate to leave you but I’ve got to work if I’m going to support you, right?  Nica?”

She had been trying to pay attention.  Really she had.  But then her eyes had wandered down to his crotch and she remembered the yummy treat that was hidden inside his pants and it made her feel all squishy, both in her head and in her panties.

“Car-los,” she said.  “I’m hor-neeeeey!”

Carlos sighed.

“You’re always horny,” he complained.

But she was certain she had seen a stirring in his pants.

“I can’t help it, Carlos,” she said, pouting and pulling at her perky right nipple through her gauzy white blouse.  “Your cock is soooo yummy!  And I’m such a slut!”

Carlos still resisted, protested, but his cock was clearly on her side.  It was temptingly tenting his trousers and for the past week at least, Nica hadn’t met a temptation she would even consider resisting.  She knelt down and started undoing his pants.

“I really do have to go,” Carlos was saying.  “I’ve been putting him off for days!  I’ll loose my contracts, my commissions, my...oh my that’s nice.  Oh, fuck it.  He can wait a few minutes.”

Nica gave a giggle muffled by the hard cock she had in her mouth.  She was drooling at the thought of him coming in her mouth but her pussy was complaining about it’s exclusion.  Apparently, Carlos heard it because he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back.

She smiled coquettishly up at him.  His eyes were aflame with lust.

“Are you gonna fuck me Carlos?” she asked.  “Are you gonna fuck me hard?”

 “Yes, you silly slut,” he declared.  “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before!”

Nica squealed with delight.

Carlos grabbed her by the shoulders, stood her up, turned her about, and propelled her towards his sofa.  She giggled throughout.  He bent her forward over the arm of the sofa and flipped her pleated skirt up across her back.  Lately, Nica only wore underwear when she wasn’t wearing anything else, so her cunt was bare to him now.  She had shaved it that morning after their pre-breakfast fuck and it was smooth, red-lipped and dripping in anticipation.

“Fuck me, Carlos!” Nica pled.  “Fuck me now!  I need your cock in me right now!”

She wiggled her ass at him and giggled.

“You asked for it, you cock-hungry slut,” he said, grabbing hold of her hips and then plunging his hard prick into her cunt.  Nica squealed and tossed her head back and forth violently.  Carlos reached around to clasp a breast in each large hand, pulling her up to press her back against his chest as he thrust himself deeper into her cunt.

“Oh yes!  Oh yes! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes!” Nica exclaimed.

Harder and harder Carlos thrust, pounding her pussy, mauling her tits, slobbering all over the back of her neck.  Nica moaned and squeezed his rod with her cunt.  Her eyes rolled back as she started to come.  She shuddered.

“Oh God, Carlos!” she cried.  “Oh sweet Lord!  I’m coming!  I’m coming!  Give it to me, Carlos!  I need it!”

And then Carlos gave a feral snarl and he was pumping her full of hot gooey goodness.  He let go of her tits and she plowed into the sofa, panting.  As soon as she was able, she rolled over onto her back.  With her feet propped on the arm of the sofa and her knees spread wide, she plunged her fingers into her well-fucked cunnie, retrieving the sticky treat that she craved so much.  Her hands busily took turns going from cunt to mouth and back again.  Her tongue greedily collected every last drop.  Her eyes rolled back and her brain floated in a happy pink fog.

And then Carlos was beside her, a gentle hand shaking her shoulder, making her tits jiggle.  She smiled at him.

“Can I suck your dick now?” she asked.

“In a little bit,” said Carlos.  “Drink your juice now.”

That made Nica sit up.

“Juice!” she exclaimed.  “Goodie!”

The pineapple juice Carlos had given her at breakfast had been soooo yummy!  Carlos was an incredible chef...at least when it came to breakfast.  Lunch and dinner never seemed to be quite as good.  There was always the possibility that he would give her something delicious and then fuck her silly.  He was a very good boyfriend in that respect.

Nica gulped down the juice he gave her.   It wasn’t nearly so good, though.  Actually, it tasted kind of bitter.  Carlos insisted, though, so she finished it off.  If she didn’t, he might not let her suck him off!

“Ah!’ she said, showing him her empty glass.  “Now can I suck your cock?”

“Soon, Nica,” said Carlos.  “Soon.  First, I need you to sleep so that I can get my work done.”

“Sleep?” asked Nica.  “But I don’t wanna sleep!  I wanna su...I wanna suss...I wa...”

Suddenly, Nica was feeling sleepy.  Very, very sleepy.

“There now,” said Carlos.  “Close your eyes.  Sleep now and dream of my cock.  It will be here for you when you wake up.”

“Like cock....” said Nica and she faded away.


Chapter 5
Posted: July 18, 2004 - 01:00:27 am


Nica awoke to a knocking on the door. Her head throbbed. She staggered to her feet and stumbled half-blind to the door.

"Nica, open up!" said the loud knocker.

Nica blinked and recognized it was Aline. She fumbled with the lock.

"Nica!" Aline exclaimed, embracing her and mashing her nearly-naked tits against her. She kissed her on the cheek, then held her back by her shoulders.

"Is Carlos here?" she asked.

"Carlos? " Nica asked, confused.

She looked around. She didn't see Carlos. She did see four Japanese business men standing on the porch behind Aline. They were all smiling at her appreciatively.

"I don't think so," said Nica. She felt a little woozy.

"That's o.k.," said Aline. "I brought you replacement peckers!"

At that news, Nica's eyes brightened. She was still confused about what had happened and didn't feel all that well, but she knew what would make her feel better! If there was cock to be had, nothing else mattered.Nica looked to the trousers of the four men. Each was sporting a woody. Nica grinned.

"You are slut, yes?" asked the shortest one in broken Portuguese.

Nica nodded and giggled, her eyes never leaving their bulges.

"See!" said Aline. "I told you! She's almost as big a slut as me! <giggle> I brought all four of them to my place but its, like, hard to fuck four guys at once. I tried to call you but you didn't answer! I figured you were doing Carlos but I guessed when he was done with you, you'd still be cock-hungry <giggle> I know I can never get enough! So what do you say? Wanna have an orgy?"

"Yeah!" Nica exclaimed.

"Well, come on in boys!" Aline exclaimed. "The ass is hot and fresh!"

In no time at all, Nica's clothes were off and she had one of the men's cocks in her mouth while another was humping her ass. There cocks weren't as nice as Carlos ever-reliable shlong but it sure was nice to have two of them. Being fucked from both ends made her feel more like the slut that she was!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that one of them had already blown his was all over Aline's naked titties and Nica grunted in protest that Aline was already eating spunk! Apparently the cock in her mouth enjoyed the grunt, though, because it immediately started to throb. Nica's attention returned to the task at hand and some well-practiced licks and sucks soon had the pecker pulsing out liquid pleasure. Nica's headache was completely washed away in the warm white waves. She squealed with pleasure and clenched her asshole, causing the gentleman behind her to gasp and fill up her back entrance with the same wonderful stuff.

Nica gave a gooey smile to the man who had filled her mouth and he bowed to her. Nica looked over her shoulder to do the same for the man pulling out of her. He bowed as well. Nica giggled and blew a jism bubble.

She looked about for Aline, hoping there was still some spunk on her tits that Nica could lick off. The two men who had been fucking Aline were standing there with their dicks going limp, grinning and looking at Nica's ass. Nica was quite used to men admiring her ass, but that didn't explain where Aline had gone.

The mystery was solved as feminine fingers clasped Nica's ass cheeks and a face dove between them. Nica squealed and looked behind her. Curly blonde hair peaked over the horizon of her buttocks. Aline was lapping the jism from her asshole.

"Hey! That's mine!" Nica protested. "And it tickles!"

Aline just licked all the harder, pushed her tongue all the deeper.

"Hey, that feels kid of nice <giggle>" Nica said and blinked.

She giggled and wiggled her toushie. The men started talking to each other in Japanese. Nica looked about and saw that they were very interested in what Aline was doing to her. So much so that their flaccid peckers were starting to rally! Nica decided to play it up for them.

"Oh Aline!" she cried. "Lick me lick me lick me!!!" Eat my ass, you dirty little slut!"

Aline grunted into her ass. The men laughed, some of them repeating 'dirty slut'. Nica giggled and continued to grind her ass into her best friends face. It felt really good, but what Nica wanted most was another shot of pecker-juice. She smiled at the man who seemed to have made the best recovery and beckoned him closer with a hooked finger. He said something to his colleagues that made them laugh and swaggered over. She grabbed a hold of his cock as soon as it was in range and tugged him closer until she could pop it into her mouth.

The cock still had left-over spunk sticking to it and Nica shuddered with pleasure at the taste. She started her moaning, anxious fellatio and the cock got harder and hotter in her mouth. She was going to get more! She was coming at just the thought of it!

And then another cock came into her field of vision, the head of it tapping her nose, making her go cross eyed. The owner of the first cock said something incoherent but annoyed to the owner of the second, but after hurried negotiation, the second cock pushed its way along side the first. Nica's eyes went wide. She had never even considered sucking two cocks at once, but here she was, lips stretched to capacity, two hot heads insistently probing for the back of her throat. Nica squealed with delight and pushed her tongue up between the two meat rods. It was a new trick, but Nica was up to the challenge. Sucking dick was her raison detre.

The Japanese men were glad to help her too. They each took hold of her head and began to actively fuck her face, calling out a rhythm as one and then the other pushed his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. All Nica really had to do is try not to gag, which she was a natural at, and try not pass out from the pure pleasure of it.

Back between Nica's ass-cheeks, Aline started groaning and thrashing. Only later did Nica learn it was because her friend was also taking two cocks at once, though in a very different hole. All Nica new at the time was that her friend had triggered another orgasm and she cried out incoherently with a mouth full of cock.

And then, at last, they gave up their precious nectar, hot and slimy, pulsing in tandem into Nica throat, welling up and out between her stretched lips, dripping down her chin as she gurgled in delirious bliss.

The cocks slipped out of Nica's mouth. Aline slipped out of Nica's ass. Both girls slipped off the couch and onto the floor, a quivering mass. One of the men said something and they all put away their dicks, pulled up their pants, and filed in front of the girls. They bowed, then filed out the door. Nica and Aline waved, then spent half an hour eating spunk off each other.

When they were all cleaned up, they sat sprawled on the floor giggling, recounting to each other the details of how they had been fucked. At last they sighed and there was silence.

"You know what I want?" asked Nica at last.

Aline's eyes glistened and a smile consumed her face.

"More!" they both said at once.

A few phone calls later and Carlos house was filled with horny young neighborhood guys who a few weeks ago never would have thought they would have a chance with Nicole. They were still amazed at the sudden change in her, but they couldn't deny she had become a complete slut along with Aline. The two girls sprawled naked on the floor, fingering each other and urging their neighbors to cum all over them. Soon the young men had their pants around their ankles and Nica and Aline were encircled by a dozen hard, throbbing young pricks as the boys aimed and pumped. They giggled and made lewd gestures as their neighbors called them sluts, tramps and whores.

And then the shower began.

A tall, skinny 19 year old, whose name Nica wasn't even sure she had ever known, was the first to go off. He sent a long, glistening ribbon of jism that plastered itself across Aline's tits. Nica dove for the treat, lapping it from her best friends bosom and was hit in the back of the head by the boys follow through.

Almost in unison, the eleven other cocks started shooting their wads. Nica and Aline squealed in delight, catching what they could on the fly, lapping what they couldn't from each other and off the floor. The sheer volume was overwhelming and soon they were drunker off cum than they could ever have gotten off liquor. They giggle and slurped and rubbed the sweet man-juice into each others skin and hair. They reveled in the cheers of the neighborhood guys as they expressed their amazement that anyone could be so slutty, let alone the two most beautiful girls in town.

Nica was in such a cum-drenched euphoric fog that she was barely aware that another voice, much louder than those of her fans and the giggling and sucking of Aline, was not nearly so impressed. It was a very angry voice. And soon the other voices were gone and only the angry voice remained. Nica wiped jism out of her eyes to see her lover, Carlos, red-faced and fuming. The other cocks were gone, but that didn't matter. She liked Carlos cock the best.

"Hi Carlos!" she exclaimed. "Aline came over to play!"

The dripping, dazed blonde waved at him from the pool in which she lay.

"You wanna fuck us?" Nica asked. "Were horny sluts!"

Aline giggled and blew sperm bubbles.

"God damnit, Nica!" Carlos exclaimed. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Nica didn't really understand the question and Aline's bubbles looked tasty. She kissed her best friend passionately, slurping up jism in the process. Not that Aline minded. There was plenty to go around!

"FUCK!" Carlos exclaimed, but when Nica looked he was stomping around the house so she didn't think it was an invitation. She sucked semen from Aline's hair instead.

"What a fucking mess!" Carlos continued ranting. "The bed room too? I was only gone for 3 hours, damn it! Shit! They went through my stuff!"

There was a moment in which the only sound was of the two girls contentedly sucking and licking and of Carlos rummaging through bottles, then a cry of anguish that was enough to momentarily draw the girls out of their happy euphoria and shudder.

"Its gone! Its gone! Oh fuck, its gone!"

Carlos was really mad. Nica wasn't sure why. She wasn't sure about much of anything except that she really liked cum. She liked it a lot! And there was so much of it! She couldn't stop giggling, she was so drunk on the slimy stuff.

Aline couldn't stop giggling either, even as Carlos grabbed her by her gooey hair and propelled her out the front door. Nica waved goodbye to her best friend, then started rubbing jism into her clitty until she orgasmed for what must have been the hundredth time.

She wished Carlos would fuck her with his yummy cock. She would have liked that a lot, but instead he started yelling at people on the phone, so Nica lapped up a spot of cum that Aline had failed to slurp up from Nica's left tit.

Finally, Carlos started to sound a little less angry. Instead of talking in English, as he had been, he started speaking Portuguese.

"Oh thank God. I don't think a courier could get it to me in time. I could have her in Sao Paolo in 14 hours, though, if I drive fast. Would you be willing... Good! Good! I'm not sure how long the dose I gave her this morning is going to last and I'll be in deep shit if I find out. Any idea if there is some way I can keep her dumb and horny for as long as possible?... Yeah, well, the bastards that stole the drops took my reload too, so I don't know how much I can pump into her on the drive there, but they did leave her soaked in about three liters of the stuff... Yeah, I guess that could get pretty nasty. I'll put her in the shower before we leave... Great. So well meet you at the back door about ten in the morning... Thanks so much. I really owe you... Yes, I know... I'll bring my credit card."

"Carlos?" she asked. "Where are we going?"

"We're going on a little vacation," he told her. "To Sao Paolo. There's a place I want to take you to there. It's a surprise."

"Oh," she said.

She had been so happy just a few hours ago. Really, she had been ridiculously happy all week, ever since she realized she was in love with Carlos. Well, lust really. Was there a difference? She used to think so, didn't she? Before... before... what?

She didn't want to think about this. She didn't want to think about this. She didn't want to think at all. She wanted to fuck, didn't she? She was so happy before because she got to fuck a lot.

God, she had been fucking a whole hell of a lot lately, hadn't she? All of that with Carlos, that was normal she guessed since he was her new boyfriend and all, but should she really be doing all that stuff with strangers? And with... no, she really didn't want to think about that!

God, she was so confused! She closed her eyes and pressed her hands against her temples. She wished Carlos would just fuck her brains out... or did she?

"You all right, baby?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "No... I don't know. I feel... strange. Can we fuck now Carlos? Please? I... I'm so confused. Things make sense when I'm fucking you. I'm happy when I don't have to... to think about stuff."

Carlos bit his lower lip and stared at her, eyes wide, more fearful than lustful. Something deep inside Nica cringed.

"Whatever you want, lover," he told her. "I live to make you happy. We'll stop at a motel in the next city."

Nica gave a weak smile.

"Thank you, Carlos," she said. "I'll make it really good for you."

"With you, it's always good beautiful," he said.

He reached over and stroked her inner thigh. It felt good. It made her feel better.

But something in the back of her mind was still nagging at her.

The motel Carlos chose was nothing like the one in which they had first consummated their love with Aline. Now that she thought about it, there was something odd about that, wasn't there? It was really nice but... she lost her train of thought.

The motel was on a decidedly shabby side of town. There were several women walking about and standing on street corners wearing very revealing outfits. Nica realized they must be whores. Then she saw one who was wearing an outfit almost identical to her own.

"People must think I'm a whore too," Nica thought.

She had had the thought before, but it didn't amuse her this time. Did she really want people to think she was a whore? She bit her lower lip.

Carlos had her wait in the car. He seemed to be gone an awfully long time. She stroked her pussy and considered getting the vibrator back out, but she knew it wouldn't be enough. She needed Carlos to fuck her, to wash away her uneasiness with his semen.

At last, he was back. Nica leapt into his arms, stuck her tongue in his ear, pulled it out again and whispered: "Fuck me, Carlos. Fuck me now. I need it."

The old ravenous lust returned to Carlos' eyes as he shifted his hands from her waist to her ass. Nica wrapped her legs tightly around him and he carried her to their motel room, making frequent stops to bury his tongue between her tits, making her giggle and squirm.

He managed to open the motel room door, then threw her onto the dingy bed. The room was small and musty, but Nica hardly noticed. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and reached down to spread her cunt lips.

"Fuck me, Carlos!" she pled. "I need it so bad!"

Carlos pulled his pants down around his ankles, not bothering to take off his shoes, and hopped on top of the bed between her welcoming thighs. Nica grabbed his swelling cock and guided it into herself. Then Carlos grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms above her head, and thrust the rest of the way into her with a bestial grunt.

They rutted. Carlos had never fucked her with such intense desperation. He frantically pounded her pussy with a ferocious determination, as if his life depended on making her come. Nica in turn undulated beneath him, meeting his every thrust, her cunt chomping greedily at his hard rod, desperately trying to hold it as it slipped back out of her, only to thrust in again, deeper, ever deeper.

"Fuck me, Carlos!" she cried out, the prayer of a tortured soul. "Fuck me! I only want to fuck! I don't want to think! Fuck me harder, Carlos! Fuck it all away!"

He responded to her pleas. Releasing her wrists, he reached back and grabbed hold of her ankles, pulling her legs up so that her feet neared her ears, opening up her cunt to allow him to go even deeper.

And deeper he went, and harder. Nica grabbed hold of her tits, savagely mauling her nipples in her quest for orgasm. Carlos drove her onward with the single minded determination of a jockey, pounding and pounding as she closed in on the finish line, his face a masque of obsession, lust and power.

And then she was there! Sweet, unthinking orgasm! All concern and confusion washed away as she convulsed with uncontrollable pleasure. Carlos hot seed pulsed into her and her eyes rolled back in her head as she touched the divine. There was only the fuck. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. All was right, and good, and happy. She collapsed, utterly relaxed, and giggled softly.

Carlos collapsed as well, sprawling a top her sweaty, quivering form, panting. He didn't stay there long, though. Much too soon for Nica's liking, her rolled off of her and sat up. She was still reveling in a pink afterglow, however, and couldn't speak to protest. Carlos picked up the motel room phone and a piece of paper. He called a number and spoke in hushed tones that Nica couldn't understand. Not that she cared. She didn't care about anything after that monster fucking.

"O.K." said Carlos, hanging up the phone and turning to Nica. "Let's get you all prettied up."

Nica cheerfully let Carlos wipe the slobber from her face and neck. He mopped the jism she had missed from her thighs and then slipped her hotpants back on. He went to replace her top, then thought better of it, saying it would be better if her titties were easily accessible. Nica giggled, wondering what he had planned. He had her sit up and brushed her sex-mussed hair.

A few minutes after Carlos hung up, there was knock on their motel room door. Carlos opened the door and let a stranger in. Impulsively, Nica covered her tits with her hands. She didn't know why but she was embarrassed. She blushed.

"So this is the girl, huh?" said the short, stubble-faced man in a leather jacket and oily hair. "Yeah, I guess she's probably worth a hit or two."

"Carlos, what's going on?" Nica asked. "Who is this?"

"Nica, this is Inacio," Carlos said. "I was telling him what a nice blow job you give and he just had to see for himself."

"You're a foxy bit of trim, girl," said the oily man. "If that mouth of yours feels as sweet as it looks, ol' Uncle Inacio has a treat for you."

Nica's confusion was back in full force.

"You want me to... to him?" she asked Carlos. "But you got mad before..."

"Yes, well, since you like it so much, I figured we might as well make it useful and trade it for something we need on the trip. I'm just looking our for your best interest, Nica."

"Trade?" she asked. "But wouldn't that make me a..."

"Hey! Less talkin', more sucking'," said Inacio.

"Come on, Nica," Carlos said. "You didn't have any problem with inviting all those guys into my house to suck them off. Why can't you do this for me?"

"I... well..." Nica said, trying to find a reason and failing. She'd been acting like a whore all week. She couldn't say this was beneath her.

"Okay," she agreed quietly.

"That's a good girl," said Carlos, taking her by the arm and helping her off the bed. With gentle pressure, he had her kneel before the oily man.

"That's a good little whore," said Inacio, undoing his pants. "I've got a nice fat sausage right here for you."

The sight of his chubby, half-aroused cock brought memories flooding back to Nica, memories of all the dick she had sucked recently, of how good it had made her feel. She reached out to touch it. It felt warm and friendly in her hand. Thinking just made her confused. Cock gave only pleasure and sweet, unthinking oblivion. She let her mind go and wet her lips. Her brain was confused but her hands and mouth knew just what to do. They had done it so many, many times.

She took the fat cock into her mouth. Saliva began to flow. She stroked the man's scrotal sack and his cock pulsed and swelled in her mouth. She moaned at the comforting, familiar sensation. There was only herself and the dick. It was her friend, her master, her sustenance. Like so many others, it would bring her that sweet, unthinking joy that made nothing else matter. She drew her head back along the hardening shaft, her tongue coaxing it along, inviting it to play. It responded beautifully.

Thinking of nothing but all the sweet ecstasy that so many had given her before, Nica let her instincts take over, bobbing and moaning, licking and stroking. The owner of the cock was saying things, possibly calling her things, but she was oblivious. There was only the cock and the deliciousness and euphoria it brang.

And then it was pulsing. The sweet jism was coming, hot and fast and... and... 

For the first time in weeks, she gagged. She felt sick. It tasted bad. Really, really bad. She shuddered and tried to pull back but he had her by the hair and his cock was so deep. She gave out a strangled cry.

At last, her pulled it out. Nica fell on her hands, her head down, trying not to vomit. It was just so wrong. She felt betrayed. Betrayed by a cock, the one thing in the world that had always made her happy. What was wrong with her?

The oily man was laughing.

"Damn, she does give good head." he said. "But she didn't swallow it all, so I'm only going to give you one hit."

"How long will that last?" Carlos asked, ignoring her as she struggled with her confusion and nausea.

"Oh, probably a good six hours," he said. "I put three drops of the stuff on this lozenge. It's quality shit. Pleasure doing business with you."

And then the nasty man with his nasty cock was gone.

"Nica, are you all right?" Carlos was asking, kneeling down beside her.

"It was yucky, Carlos!" she said. "It was so gross! Not like yours at all! I feel so dirty!"

"There, there," he said. "I won't ever ask you to do that again, I promise. Here, take this. It will make the taste go away."

She looked at what he held in his hand. It was a small white tablet.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Just a breath mint," he told her.

"Oh God, yes!" Nica exclaimed and she popped it into her mouth. She just wanted the nasty taste of the nasty man's jism to go away! She chewed the thing furiously.

Carlos was grinning at her.

"I'll get you a glass of water," he said. "Then we can get back on the road."

He was back quickly and she drank it down gratefully.

"How are you feeling, Nica?" he asked.

"Okay, I guess," she said. "Just sort of... whoa!"

Nica felt very, very strange. It was like her brain was tingling. Carlos smiled at her. His teeth were so bright it was nearly blinding, but instead of blinking her eyes got wider. Nica smiled back. Her head started to float off of her body and twirl slowly around the room.

"Wheeeeeee!" she exclaimed.

"That's a good little bimbo," said Carlos from far beneath her. "Now lets just hope that keeps you happy until we get to Sao Paolo."

He took her by the hand and kept her from floating away and getting stuck against the ceiling. Her arm was long and loose and Carlos pulled her where he wanted to go as she floated and bounced along. She was a balloon. Carlos toy. She giggled and the giggles just kept coming and coming. She wondered if she had sprung a leak, which made her giggle all the harder.

Carlos picked up her top and pulled it over her head. She didn't know why. Or even how. Her head was so big! He pulled the stretchy fabric around her knockers and gave them a squeeze. Nica giggled at that.

She looked down at her now-covered rack and her eyes bulged. They were huge! She squeezed them.

"My titties are so big!" she exclaimed.

"I had noticed that, actually," Carlos acknowledged.

"But I think they're getting bigger!" she explained. "They're filling up like balloons! I'm gonna float away <giggle!>"

"I won't let you float away, Nica," he said, holding her tightly by the wrist. "We've come to far for that."

Nica floated and bounced and giggled with only Carlos tight grip to anchor her to the ground as he grabbed their few things and towed her to check out. The desk clerk was a teeny, tiny man with huge ears. He spoke in a high, squeaky voice and as Nica watched, he turned into a little mouse. She giggled and reached out to pet it, but Carlos grabbed her hand first. The mouse squeaked rudely, then Carlos towed Nica out to the car.

The engine roared like a ferocious beast and Nica screamed. She scrambled clumsily to get away from it, standing up in the car. Carlos grabbed hold of her and stroked her, easing her back down into her seat. He was talking to her soothingly but she couldn't understand him. Then he reached into a bag and pulled out something she did understand: her big yellow vibrator.

She giggled as she recognized it and hiked up her skirt. Carlos placed the tip between her labia and she squirmed and grabbed hold of it. She knew just what to do with this!

As she started to masturbate, Carlos started back onto the highway. The headlights shot out rainbow-colored lightning bolts and fireflies in all directions.

The car must be cuming, she thought, then vigorously attempted to join it.

As she began to orgasm, the world got stranger and stranger. Giant cocks roared down the highway, disappearing into pussy-shaped tunnels that smiled and hummed the Bosa Nova. Carlos car filled up with thick, gooey liquid. Nica became a fish, swimming in a warm, white sea, gobbling up the little cock-fish that swam down her throat.

Suddenly, ahead of her, the Nica fish saw a humongous cock. As she swam towards it, it got bigger and bigger. It was as big as a whale! Nica squealed with delight and straddled it. She licked it as she rubbed her clit against it. She giggled and scooted along the monstrous shaft to the huge head.

A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Nica reached over to scoop it up. When she looked up, she was a huge cunt. The dick was about to penetrate it--with her on it! She screamed as everything went dark.

Nica had fallen asleep. She wasn't sure when. She wasn't sure of anything other than the fact that her head hurt and she wanted to still be asleep. Someone was tugging on her arm, though, making her get out of the car. Car. That's right, she was in a car. In a car with... Carlos. Looking up with throbbing eyes, she saw a frazzled-looking Carlos looking nervously back at her.

He had her by the arm and forcibly extracted her from the car, leading her, stumbling, to the back door of a three-story building. They were in an alley. A dirty, smelly alley far from home. She felt sick and she was starting to feel scared.

"Where are we, Carlos?" she asked. "I want to go home."

"We'll go home soon," he assured her, patting her arm.

"No," Nica said as he knocked on the door. "I want to go to my home. Not your house. I want my room. I want my daddy. I don't feel good."

"Nica, please," said Carlos, pounding on the door. "We've come so far. Just a moment more. We'll talk to this guy and then I'll take you wherever you want to go."

The back door opened. A man with round spectacles stood in the doorway, his shirt untucked and miss-buttoned. From behind his shoulder, a tall, grinning woman with mahogany skin and tousled white-blonde hair wearing a lace negligee and high heels peered out curiously.

"Carlos, I presume?" asked the bespectacled man. "And this must be Nica! My but you are lovely, aren't you! I can see why Carlos has gotten himself into such a state over you!"

Nica took a step back. There was something very creepy about this man, about this place, about the way the bimbo in her underwear was happily playing with her right nipple.

"Carlos, I want to go home right now," she repeated. "I... I don't like... I don't know why I've been acting like I have been, but it's going to stop."

"Nica, please!" Carlos pled, eyes wide, fanatical. "Everything will be all right, now! I got you here! I can keep you now! I can keep you forever!"

"Carlos, you're scaring me!" Nica said. "I don't know why you have to be so possessive! I never would have even hooked up with you if I hadn't been feeling so... so strange lately. But I'm better now, I'm thinking clearly and I don't like what's been happening, what I've been doing, ever since... ever since... Oh my god, you've been drugging me, haven't you? Oh god, Carlos! You bastard!"

Carlos was staring at her with a desperation that made him look almost inhuman.

"Nica, I... I..." he stammered.

Then a light of hope came into his eyes. He was looking behind her. Nica turned just as the bespectacled man slapped a patch upon her naked arm.

"Now, Nica, if you'll just calm down I'm sure you'll see that everything is all right," he assured her.

"But I... I... I don't..." Nica protested. "I want to... what is..."

Every one was smiling at her. The whole alley way seemed to be spinning. It felt funny. She giggled. She had completely forgotten what she had been talking about.

"I feel gooood!" she exclaimed.

The girl in her underwear giggled. Nica giggled back. She was pretty. Everything was pretty.

"That's good," said the nice man with glasses. "We all want you to feel good. That's what we're all about, here at BimboTech. Making pretty girls feel good. Isn't that right, Fabiane."

The underwear girl nodded enthusiastically and giggled.

"Really, really good!" she exclaimed.

"What's BimboTech?" Nica asked.

"Why don't you come on in and we'll show you!" the man suggested.

They all went into the building. There were crates and boxes everywhere.

"As you can see, we're a long way from being ready to open for business," said the little man. "The guys at corporate headquarters didn't provide me with any staff other than Fabiane here, and she's really only good for one thing; though she is very, very good at that one thing."

"You're pretty," Nica told the woman.

"So are you," said Fabiane. "Wanna make out?"

Nica giggled.

"Cool," she said.

As she and the dark woman began to kiss and grope each other, Nica was only vaguely aware of what Carlos and the nice man were saying to each other. Not that she cared. The only thing she cared about, Fabiane was giving to her.

"After you called, however, I focused on getting our mind-fucker up and running, plus I found the patches--there a bit stronger than the drops. She seems to be enjoying it. Once we have her head fixed up in a more permanent fashion, we can change her body at leisure. She'll gladly submit to any procedure you'd like, once I get the stuff set up. Hell, if you'll help me set up, I'll knock 10% off the price!"

"Well, she does seem to have forgotten about wanting to go home," Carlos observed. "I was freaking out for a second there. I don't want to loose her. I like her like this."

"Fuck, this is nothing," said the nice man. "Fabiane there doesn't even remember where home is. She actually used to be a Portuguese nun! Almost fifty and white, for hell's sake. But as far as she remembers, she's always been my own private whore."

"That's amazing!" Carlos exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm especially proud of her body. Body mod is more of my forte, though mind-fucking is cool too. As soon as I get this place set up, I'm going to recruit someone to handle the brain stuff and work mostly in the body shop."

"Damn but you have a cool job," Carlos said.

"I do, don't I?" he said. "Of course, you've got a pretty cool job too. I understand you write smut?"

"Yeah, but just on paper," he said. "You get to write it on women!"

"It is a much nicer medium, I'll give you that." he replied. "Why don't you sit in on Nica's brain fuck. If you like it, maybe you could find a place here. The pay is good and the benefits, well, you're looking at them.

Fabiane had pressed Nica back against the wall with her huge rack and had worked her hand down her pants and into her twat. Nica in turn was embedding her nails into Fabiane's bulbous ass and gnawing on her neck.

"So, have you thought about what body modifications you'd like to do? I could maybe get a few things set up this afternoon. I won't be ready for a complete overhaul like with Fabiane for a few days, but your little bit of trim is already starting out as a hottie. There's a couple of hand-held devices I've been tinkering with--I can add six sizes to a woman's bra size from ten feet away! It's a lot of fun to let loose in a crowded market."

"Wow. That would be cool," Carlos admitted. "I don't know about Nica, though. I mean, I really like the way she looks."

"Oh she's hot, I don't deny it!" said the nice man. "But you're paying for the full treatment. Throw me a bone, here! I can't just leave my first client with the same body she came in with!"

"Well, I guess her tits could be a little bigger," Carlos admitted.

The man laughed.

"My friend, I find they can almost always be a little bigger!"

Nica sat behind her desk painting her long fingernails a bright, sunny yellow to match the big plastic hoops in her ears and the towering, chunky slides on her feet. Mr.Ruiz had been nice enough to dye her eyes to match her sunny green minidress that morning and let her suck him off as well!

Nica's mouth and titties were for sharing, but her cunt and ass belonged only to Carlos. Nica was so much happier, now that she understood that. She had a lot of tits to share, now, too. She couldn't believe she used to think of herself as busty! Compared to the rack she had now, she might as well have been a boy before! Now she had a pair of soccer balls threatening to pop out of her dress. Mr. Ruiz had enlarged them three times now. She hoped Carlos would ask him to make them even bigger! She loved her big titties and the way guys stared at them and got so hard and horny. And besides, the machine that made her titties bigger made her cum like crazy.

She giggled at the thought and squeezed at the bright-yellow butt plug Carlos had stuck in her ass that morning. She hoped he would take a break soon.

The bell on the front door rang. Nica looked up and smiled at the two unsmiling women who had entered. One was tall and thin, the other short and plump, but both were decidedly gray and dumpy. It was no surprise that they weren't very happy. It was a good thing they had decided to come to BimboTech, Nica thought.

"Welcome to BimboTech Brasil!" she exclaimed. "Can I help you?"

The taller woman spoke after a brief pause where both looked at Nica oddly.

"We're from the Department of Commerce," the woman said. "We have no record of this business filing for a business license for this location. We'll need to speak to whomever is in charge."

"Ooooh!" said Nica, nodding knowingly though she had no idea what the woman was talking about. "Mr. Ruiz is having a nooner with a client, but you could talk to Carlos! He's, like, the smartest man I know! He can help you a lot! He helps lots of ladies!"

The women glanced at each other, then acquiesced. Nica balanced on her soaring heels and went to lead them to the back room where Carlos was working on a client. She stopped short and the ladies almost collided into her, as they had been staring in amazement at her ass.

"Oops!" she exclaimed. "I'm supposed to push the button first! Sorry, this is my first week on my new job and I am such a bimbo!"

She giggled and clicked back to her desk and pushed the big pink button. The Happy Gas sprayed out of the ceiling at the two ladies. They choked and swore for a few seconds, but then they got really happy. Nica returned their big, stupid smiles, opened the door and took their hands. She led them back to the Carlos. They were happy to follow, of course.

Carlos was helping a client understand things. Nica led the two ladies in to the room but then held a well-manicured finger up to her full, pouting lips to let them know they should be quiet while Carlos was working. They were to stupid at the moment to remember how to talk anyway, but Nica hoped they wouldn't giggle to loudly.

Carlos nodded acknowledgement to Nica, which made her pussy clench with desire, and continued helping his client. The woman, who had been so plain when she came in before meeting Mr. Ruiz, now had big, beautiful knockers, long, soft dark curls, and luscious sun-kissed skin. She was half-wearing an orange biking and was strapped into the big chair in the middle of the room. Nica had spent plenty of time in herself in that chair and it always made her happy. It seemed to be making the client very happy too. She had a really big smile and she kept giggling. She was much happier than she had been when she came in that morning, being all rude and hostile and saying mean things about her husband.

"So, now, Joseane," Carlos was saying in his gentle, helpful voice, "Do you understand why you need to make your husband happy?"

"Because his Cock makes me happy!" the client declared. "I love his cock so much! It's the best thing in my whole life! I'd just die without it! I just want to make it as happy as it makes me when it fucks me in every hole!"

"So it was very silly of you to get angry at your husband, now, wasn't it," Carlos prompted.

"Oh gosh yes!" Joseane agreed. "God, I can't believe how stupid I was! I am such a bimbo! Do you think he'll still want to fuck me?"

"Oh, I think once he understands just how much you love and need his cock, he'll be willing to forgive you," Carlos assured her.

The client giggled.

"Goodie!" she said. "I love to fuck!"

"Of course you do, Joseane," Carlos said. "Every good bimbo loves to fuck! And you're a good bimbo, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Joesane agreed.

"And a good little bimbo wants her favorite cock to be happy, right?" he continued logically.

"Oh God yes!" Joseane agreed and seemed to have a little orgasm.

"So you shouldn't have gotten angry because another bimbo wanted to make your husband's prick happy, right?"

"Another bimbo?" asked Joseane, confused.

"Yes, your sister, remember?" Carlos clarified.

"But Luiza's not a bimbo," Joseane said. "She's a bitch!"

Carlos smiled.

"Well, yes, when she slept with your husband she was a bitch," Carlos conceded, adjusting some knobs on his control panel. "But wouldn't it be nice if she was a bimbo, like you?"

The client shivered and giggled.

"A bimbo?" she asked.

"Why yes," Carlos confirmed. "In a couple hours, your husband is going to bring your sister here."

Joseane's eyes went wide.

"Will he let me suck his Cock?" she asked.

"I'm sure he will," said Carlos, eliciting a squeal of delight. "And while you do that to him, we'll turn your sister into a bimbo, just like you. Won't that be nice? Together, you can make your husband's cock much happier than you could ever do alone. It's such a nice cock, it deserves to have at least two bimbos to see to its every need. Don't you agree?"

"Oh yes!" said Joseane. "When you put it that way, of course! The Cock is everything! It should have what ever it wants!"

"So it makes you happy that Luiza is going to be a bimbo too, doesn't it Joseane?" said Carlos, pushing a button.

"HAPPY!!!!!" the client exclaimed, arching her back and spasming as her eyes rolled back in her head and her inflated titties jiggled.

Nica clapped her hands and Carlos grinned and winked at her, which made her do a muted version of what Joseane had just done.

"Well, then," said Carlos, once the client could focus again. "I think your reeducation is complete! You are undeniably a bimbo, Joseane! Congratulations!"

He pushed a button and the straps around the client released and slid back within the chair. Nica applauded. Carlos gave her a little bow. Joseane looked at her, noticing her for the first time, and smiled.

"Congratulations on being a bimbo!" Nica declared.

The client giggled.

"Thanks! Are you a bimbo too?" she asked.

Nica giggled at that.

"Why, Nica's the best bimbo ever," Carlos declared, walking over to squeeze her ass. Nica beamed, delirious with the compliment, and stuck her inflated chest out with bimbo pride. The client was clearly impressed. The other two ladies just stood their stupidly smiling.

"And who have you brought me, Nica?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Nica said. "Um, they wanted papers or something. So I pushed the pink button like I'm supposed to."

"Good girl, Nica!" Carlos exclaimed and Nica preened. "When was the last time I fucked you up the ass?"

"Oh my God, Carlos!" Nica pouted. "It's been hours and hours!"

"Well, why don't you show Joseane to the waiting room while I get our new friends strapped in, then go lube yourself up and wait for me bent over your desk," Carlos suggested.

Nica squealed with delirious pleasure and jumped up and down, clapping her hands and bouncing her boobies. She grabbed the new bimbo by the wrist and dragged her giggling out of the re-education room. She pulled her into the bimbo waiting room, furnished with comfy couches and cushions, gave her a whirlwind tour, showed her the chest of sex toys and turned on a random vibrator for her. Then, before the client had even started to masturbate, Nica was gone, clicking back to her desk on her high heals. She usually liked to watch the clients get off, but right now, she had to get ready for Carlos!

She trembled with anticipation and felt like her knees might buckle. She hurried on to her desk. She flipped up her skirt and pulled out her butt plug. She pulled a big bottle of lube from her desk drawer and slathered up her anus with practiced perfection. Then she flopped her self over her desk with her bare ass pointed at the door that Carlos would come through. It would be the first thing he saw.

One of her inflated knockers pressed against the big pink button as she hung over her desk. A pink cloud of Happy Gas sprayed into the room and slowly dissipated. As she was then arranged, with her head pointed away from the front of her desk, only her bare backside was exposed, to no noticeable effect. Not that it would have made much difference if she had inhaled the whole thing, Nica imagined. After all, how could she possibly be happier? She had the perfect job and the perfect boyfriend and he was about to take his perfect dick and shove it up her ass! It really was the perfect life.

And to think, just a few weeks ago when she graduated from college, Nica didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. Now she knew without a doubt. She wanted to do Carlos, of course! And anyone else he wanted her to do.

She was just so thrilled about how it had all worked out. Her parents would be so proud, she told herself as she sprawled bare assed and waiting to be fucked up the ass. She really should write them to let them know how perfect her life was.

If only she could remember how.


Special thanks to 'Carlos' for nominating his neighbor as the heroine in this tale of BimboTech. Comments are always welcomed. Criticisms are always considered. Condemnations are always mocked.


The End