Bimbotech
Copyright© 2016 by mypenname3000
Chapter 2: Bimbo Wife and the Black Cock
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: Bimbo Wife and the Black Cock - Sequel to The Bimbo Treatment. Frank and Alice are gearing up to sell the bimbo formula, but a rival company, led by a power-hungry lesbian, wants the formula all to herself.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Drunk/Drugged Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Science Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Wife Watching Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Food Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification Public Sex
Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals
“I think we need to invite the Executive Officer of CFSAN to our home,” Alice said as she pressed against me in the back of our limo. She pronounced CFSAN as “sif-san.” CFSAN, the Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition, was that part of the FDA which approved, among other things, cosmetic products like the Venus Serum, our revolutionary compound that would turn the ugliest, fastest woman into a hot, busty beauty.
And a bimbo.
Like the two sluts sucking on my cock right now. Blonde Becky had her mouth wrapped about my cock, bobbing up and down while Janet, a raven-haired MILF with huge tits, sucked and nibbled on my balls. Both bimbos weren’t even paying attention to the conversation I had with my first wife, Alice.
“And let you girls give him a good time?” I groaned to my first wife. “But if he has ethical concerns about the serum, won’t that just prove them? He’ll see you as all airheads. Women who you can convince to do anything.”
“And?” Alice asked, her green eyes flashing. Her large tits strained her dress, almost spilling out. Once, she had been a plump woman with small tits despite her size. I had loved her anyways. Then she had injected my beauty-enhancing formula into her thigh and transformed into a bimbo. “He’s a man. He’ll think with his cock.”
“How can he think with his cock?” asked Nicole, her body pressed into Alice’s back. Nicole was brunette with wide eyes and pouty lips. “I thought our minds were in our heads. Is it different for men? Is that why the tip of your dicks are spongy. Brains are spongy, right?”
“It’s a metaphor, sweetie,” Alice said. Right now, she had her full faculties thanks to the intelligent serum. It temporarily gave bimbos their normal thoughts.
“What’s a metfor?” asked Nicole. “What does that have to do with minds?”
Becky’s mouth popped off my dick. The eighteen-year-old bimbo let out a giggle. “Metfor is a smile. I learned that in school. Metfors and smiles describe things. Our husband’s cock is like a brain. It’s soft and squishy and makes him feel so good when we touch it. Like this.”
She licked the tip of my dick, and I groaned.
“See,” she giggled.
“It’s a metaphor and a simile,” I groaned as she licked again, my dick throbbing, pleasure rushing to my real mind.
“What do mets have to do with smiles?” Nicole asked. A huge one crossed her lips. “They don’t seem connected.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” Alice said, her red hair shifting as she looked over her shoulder. “Why don’t you and Veronica lick each other’s pussies. You need your female vitamins now.”
“Yes,” Nicole giggled. “I love licking pussies. So creamy and goody and yummy.”
“Me, too.” Veronica clapped her hands. She was our final wife in the limo. She used to be our bitch of a boss, a bony woman that hated everything. And now she was our sex slave president. She gave us control of BT Chemical for a pittance and then begged to suck my cock and lick Alice’s pussy.
“Mmm, look at them go,” Alice moaned into my ear, her body pressed tight about me. “Just so horny and eager to do whatever you tell them to. How can Kirby Steffen object to the Venus serum when it delivers such results? Makes women so free and horny, able to act out on all their repressed desires.”
“Yeah, Alice,” I groaned, watching the Nicole and Veronica push up their skirts as they fell into a sixty-nine, Nicole on top of Veronica. Both bimbos squealed as they dived into each other’s pussies, licking hard, their bodies squirming. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” Alice moaned, nuzzling at my ear. Her hand grabbed Becky’s head, forcing the bimbo’s mouth down my cock. “Look at what my being right has given you. Six horny wives all eager to please you.”
“Yes,” I groaned. My last wife, Donna, was at home. She was Alice’s old supervisor, a real bitch, so now she was our housekeeper wife, staying at home, doing all the chores naked, her pussy dripping constantly. She was a naughty bimbo, and anyone who knocked on our door was in for a treat. I think the mailman came up with an excuse to personally deliver our mail each time because of Donna.
“Tell me no man would want this,” Alice purred as she forced Becky to deep-throat my dick. I groaned, my cock aching in the depths of the slut’s mouth. “He’ll override this Ivy Eads who’s causing problems.”
“Damn, Alice,” I groaned, turning my head. “You are right. We were planning on having a party anyways.”
“Once we have the FDA on our side,” Alice purred, “we will make a fortune selling the Venus Serum.”
“Damn, I love you,” I groaned, my balls aching in Janet’s mouth, my dick throbbing in Becky’s throat.
I kissed my wife hard, meeting her wicked tongue. She clung to me, fingers digging in my hair as Becky hummed and moaned, the vibrations of her voice massaging my dick. My balls throbbed, the pressure building.
My hand slid up my wife’s tight dress. It clung to her, made of stretchy material. I felt her naked tit beneath. I squeezed her large, pillowy mound. Her nipple was hard. My wife kissed me harder, her tongue stabbing into my mouth.
Janet sucked and nibbled on my balls, massaging them. The cum boiled in them. I grunted into the kiss. My cum rose in the depth of my dick. I broke the kiss with my wife, staring down at Becky’s blonde hair spilled over my lap.
“Becky, I’m going to cum. You have to share with Janet.”
“Yes, yes, I need my vitamins so badly,” groaned Janet. “You have to share. Sharing is caring.”
Becky’s mouth slid up my shaft. She sucked so hard as she rose. I groaned, my hips lifting up, my cock aching. My head lolled back as the pressure built. Alice’s lips nuzzled into my ear, licking slowly at my lobe. “Cum in the slut’s mouth,” Alice moaned. “Dump it in there. Mmm, I know how much you love it when your wives play with your cum.”
“Yes,” I breathed, savoring her tongue. I squeezed her breast hard.
And erupted.
The cum boiled into Becky’s mouth. The slut moaned in delight as the jizz splattered through her mouth. Janet sucked on one of my balls as they unloaded. The tingle thrill made the orgasm even more intense. I grunted.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take your vitamin’s, slut. Mmm, and share with Janet. You love her. You want her to be healthy.”
“Yes, yes,” Janet moaned. “Sharing is caring. And I love to share with you, Becky.”
My final blast of cum spurted into Becky’s mouth. The bimbo lifted her lips clear of my dick, cheeks bulging with my cum. She turned her head and locked her mouth onto Janet’s. I groaned, watching their pink tongues flash back and forth, sharing my jizz.
“Oh, that never gets dull,” Alice moaned, her cheek rubbing on mine, watching Janet, her best friend, snowball my jizz with young Becky. Janet was old enough to be Becky’s mother. Which only made my dick ache more as she pushed the blonde down to the floor of the limo, their pillowy tits piling together, covered by their dresses.
“No, it doesn’t,” I breathed. “I hope the Executive Director of CSFAN is ready to have sexy bimbos fawning over him.”
Alice laughed. “I just hope he’s sexy. Because I’m going to fuck him so hard. I’ll convince him to be on our side.”
“I know you will,” I grinned at my wife, turning and kissing her. My hand pushed up her skirt. I bet she was dripping wet and in need of a hard cum.
Alice broke the kiss as my hand reached her pussy. She was bare and wet—the bimbo formula denuded pubic hair—and shuddered as my fingers penetrated her depths. “First, call Carter. Have him send out the party invite. Let’s not get distracted.”
“So easy with a wife as sexy as you,” I grinned, curling my fingers, caressing her G-spot.
“Yes!” she moaned. “Call him, Frank. Call him while you finger my cunt. Mmm, I have the best husband in the world.”
I pulled out my phone, fumbling at it as my wife’s pussy clenched on my fingers. Her hands popped her big breasts out, squeezing her soft moans as I scrolled through the contact list until I found Carter’s number. He was the head of R&D and one of Alice’s boy toys, enhanced by a masculine form of the serum. Instead of making him an airhead, it just made him a pussy, subservient, eager to please.
Pussy whipped.
“Oh, yes,” gasped my wife, her fingers squeezing her fat nipples. I stared at them with hunger as the phone rang twice.
“What do you need, Mr. Jackman,” Carter answered, his voice pleasant.
“Tell him, Frank,” moaned Alice.
“Invite the head of CFSAN to dinner at our place. We would like the chance to speak to him in private, to show him that these concerns are groundless.”
“Right away, sir,” Carter said while my wife moaned. “Finger my cunt, Frank. Make me cum.”
“Make her cum, husband,” giggled Janet, breaking her kiss with Becky. “She’s your first wife. You have to please her.”
“First cums first,” Becky nodded, trying to affect a sagely expression spoiled by her vapid, blue eyes and pouting duck face. “Then second cums second.”
“That’s me,” giggled Janet. “And you’re third.” The pair kissed as I hung up on Carter, thrusting my fingers deep into my wife’s cunt.
“Yes, Frank,” she moaned as I sucked on her nipple. “Oh, you always give me what I need.”
My dick hardened, and I ripped my fingers out of her snatch. I moved, sliding up her body, her nipple popping from my lips with a wet plop. Her green eyes flashed, her red hair piled on the bed of the limo. Her thighs spread wide.
I smeared her pussy juices on her lips as my cock prodded at her cunt. I rammed into her as I leaned over, capturing her lips. As I savored her hot, tight sheath about my dick, I drank in the flavor of her spicy musk staining our kiss.
She moaned, arms wrapped tight about me, her pussy clenching as she humped her hips up into my thrusts. The limo rocked as the beta-cuckold Ryan drove us home. He could see us, the divider down. He heard his ex-wife, Janet, moan her delight as Becky devoured her cunt on the floor.
“We’re going to seduce the head of the FDA,” moaned Alice. “With cameras recording. We’ll have him. Blackmail and lust. He won’t resist us.” Her pussy clenched on my dick. “Oh, yes, we’ll be so rich, Frank. We’ll change the world.”
“Yes, we will,” I groaned, fucking her harder and harder, my thoughts dancing with the possibilities. The world would be so much different once bimbos and beta-males exploded across the scene.
Her thighs clenched on my hips, pulling me in tight. Her breasts pressed into my chest. I groaned, her pussy boiling around my dick. Every thrust made me shudder. Her pussy was so tight, so hot. The bimbo serum gave her a cunt that was such a delight to fuck.
“You’re going to fuck him,” I groaned into my wife’s ear. “You and the other bimbos. You’re going to overwhelm him for me.”
“Yes, yes, for you,” moaned Alice. “Mmm, yes. My strong husband. We’re going to fuck the FDA.”
“Damn,” I groaned, burying my face into the nape of her arching neck as her pussy clenched down hard on me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Frank. I need to cum. I’m so hot. I’m always so hot and horny. I love it.”
“Then cum, my bimbo slut. My horny wife.”
“Your horny, bimbo whore!”
Alice’s pussy spasmed about my dick. Her flesh spasmed, milking my dick, making me tremble. My cock rammed into her depths. She bucked so hard as her orgasm fired through her. The friction increased. Such sweet bliss shot through me.
“Alice,” I groaned.
“Yes, yes, cum in me,” she moaned. “That’s the best part of sex. Feeling the man’s jizz flood your holes. Mouth, cunt, ass. I don’t care. I love it. I savor it. Mmm, yes. Flood me, Frank. Fill me. I want it!”
I thrust hard into her. My balls smacked into her taint. The cum boiled out of her. I grunted, kissing my wife hard, claiming her hot mouth. Our tongues dueled as my cum pumped over and over into her snatch. She shuddered, holding me tight as my orgasm reached its heights. I trembled, holding onto the bliss, then I collapsed onto her.
I held my wife, kissing her, savoring the intimacy. Janet screamed out her orgasm beside us, humping into Becky’s mouth while Nicole and Veronica were engaged in their noisy sixty-nine, drenching each other’s faces.
“How did the FDA find out that there are ethical concerns?” Alice whispered as the limo pulled up before our house.
I frowned. “You think there’s a leak?”
“How else could they have known? None of our investors are at all are unhappy with the results. They love their new bimbo wives.”
“Someone at the company?” I sat up. “Shit. That makes sense. Someone who thinks it’s wrong.”
“Giving women this level of sexual freedom isn’t wrong,” Alice moaned. “Oh, it is wonderful. Trust me. We need to find out how this Ivy Eads learned about it.”
“I guess you and the others will have to be very persuasive with Director Steffan.”
Alice giggled. “Oh, we will be.”
Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals
My eyes popped open. I immediately stretched my back as I sat up in bed, my naked tits bouncing before me. That always made me giggle. I stared at my tits, loving the way they bounced and slapped together, my nipples hard.
My pussy wet.
So wet. Mmm, I was wet and itchy and in need of my husband’s cock. Hot, yummy vitamins to start the day and keep me healthy and beautiful. I had to be beautiful for my husband. He was the bestest in the world.
Frank slept, his face pillowed on Nicole’s breasts. She was the lucky wife to share our bed last night. There was a rotation. They circled over and over. Only I got to be in his bed every night. I was the first wife. The bestest wife. His super-smart sciency wife.
And there was so much work to do. My eyes widened. There was a party tonight. We were throwing it for the super-duper important person. Director Steffan. He made films for the FDA, and we had to get his approval so we could mass produce apples.
No, no, the bimbo serum. That was what we had to mass produce. Would we sell it in apples?
The super smart sciency part of my brain, smothered under all the warm, yummy, marshmallowy delight itching from my pussy, laughed. She whispered to me, trying to explain that produce didn’t mean fruits and vegetables.
Which was silly. That was why there was a produce section at the grocery store.
Which was where I needed to go today. I hopped out of bed, my eyes wide. We needed food for the party. It had to be perfect. We had to get Director Steffan’s approval to make his film and show it to the FDA so they would know our product was safe and ethnical. It was very ethnical. Women of all races would enjoy the bimbo serum.
I rushed out of the bedroom to find Janet, my bestest friend and bestest wife. She was sleeping with Veronica in the smaller bedroom next to mine. I smiled at her sleeping on the bed’s edge, sunlight glinting on her cheek, her black hair spilled over Veronica’s shoulder.
I tiptoed to the bed, not wanting to wake up Veronica. I paused by the bed, leaning over it, a big smile on my lips. I brushed aside the hair on Janet’s cheek and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Janet sighed, shifting.
I licked her earlobe, slow and sensual the way she liked it, my large breasts rubbing against her arm. “Sleepyhead, wake up.”
“Hmm?” Janet murmured as she rolled over onto her back. Her breasts appeared, the sheet slipping down to expose two large mounds of jiggling, delicious flesh. I grabbed them, loving how my fingers sank into them. They were as big as my titties.
“Come on, tittyhead,” I said, wiggling her breasts, her nipples hardening. “Wakey, wakey.”
“Alice?” murmured Janet, her blue eyes opening. They were so brilliant, like two gem stones, the blue ones. Sap fires! Though what did burning sap have to do with blue? “What, Alice?”
“We have to go shopping!” I declared, my voice booming with my excitement, my breasts jiggling beneath me as I thrust my arm into the air above my head.
Veronica groaned, rolling over on the bed.
“Oh, no,” I gasped, clapping my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to wake Veronica. I forgot to be quiet. It was so hard to think when excited. My poor pussy was on fire with the need to go shopping.
And cum.
I loved cumming.
“Come on,” I told her, pinching her nipple. “We have to go to the grocery store and buy food for tonight. We’re the first and second wives. It’s our job to buy them.”
“I thought your job was a sciency person,” Janet said. “And mine is wife.”
“And buying groceries is a wife job, remember.” I giggled. “Now get up. Big party. We have to go, go, go.”
“Mmm,” Janet said, nuzzling her face against my thighs. “I could use my morning vitamins. Yours smells so yummy.”
Her tongue licked at my thigh. I shuddered as she climbed higher, nearing my pussy and—
“No, no, sillyhead. Shopping. We can lick pussies later. Get up.”
“Fine,” Janet pouted. Then her eyes widened. “But we get to go shopping!”
Veronica let out a murmur, pulling sheets to her.
“Shhhh,” I hissed softly. “You’ll wake her. It’s me and you.”
“Right, right.” Janet took my hand as she stood up and we headed to the bathroom. We had to make ourselves look beautiful, first.
It was so hard not to cum in the shower. But I used all my thoughts to avoid it. We soaped quickly, getting all nice and happy. Then we set about putting on our makeup. We were already the most beautifulest women in the world. But makeup made use even more beautifuler. My eyes looked so smoky with the eyeshadow, my green irises vibrant. My hair was a curly mess, and my lips were so red. Just so kissable.
We dressed in our favorite outfits—tight dresses. I loved the stretchy material clinging to my body. My nipples were so hard, poking at the thin material, and my juices trickled down my thighs. The skirts were short, so if I wasn’t careful I would flash my pussy for everyone to see.
And that would make poor men all hard and erect and in need of my help. And we were supposed to shop, not cum.
Oh, I loved cumming.
We grabbed our purses, our heels clicking on the floor as we headed out to the cars. I hadn’t driven in so long. This would be so much fun. I opened the garage and found my old Jetta, a cute, red card that Frank promised would be replaced with something fancy.
It needed to be bimbofied like me.
I bounced in the seat as I drove to the grocery store, my tits jiggling. They almost touched the steering wheel as I leaned forward, my head snapping from right and left as I drove. Everyone was so happy to see us, honking as we drove through intersections or drove around cars that didn’t seem to understand they had to keep moving.
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