The Bimbo Elixir Bundle 2

by Claudia Daye

  Dave’s cock was halfway down her throat when her wrists were quickly untied and she was flipped over onto her back. Just as quickly, Mr. Goldman tied her hands together above her head. Dave stood over her, and she opened her mouth again to take his cock.

  Seth positioned himself between her knees. In one hand was his cock, in the other was a large, black vibrator. Seth eased his cock into her ass, now stretched and ready from his fingers. Carla’s muffled cries of ecstasy rang out as his thick cock filled her. When he shoved the vibrator into her pussy, and she was full to bursting, Carla had to close her eyes and ride the waves of pleasure that pulsated through her.

  Even the slight choking sensation Dave’s cock brought was pleasurable. She loved how her body was being used, how they were fucking every hole. She never wanted it to stop.

  Seth fucked her ass in time with the vibrator. He was merciless in his thrusting, causing Dave’s cock to be shoved even further down her throat. The other men stood around, grabbing her breasts and stimulating her clitoris.

  Dave groaned as he filled her throat and mouth with his cum. Carla swallowed as his pulsating cock emptied into her. When he was done, Carla licked her lips, looked up at him, and smiled.

  Seth removed the vibrator from her pussy, replacing it with his cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said, when he felt her pussy.

  His hands dug into her waist as he fucked her harder than before. Carla felt herself losing control, and she allowed the orgasm to take over, to fill her body with ecstasy. Her orgasm was intensified when Seth shot cum inside of her. When he pulled out, she loved the feeling of his cum dripping out of her.

  Before her orgasm had completely run its course, hands were all over her again, picking her up and carrying her to Mr. Goldman’s desk, where they lay her on her stomach. She soon found a cock hard and ready at her mouth, and another poking around between her legs. They both entered her at the same time and fucked her ass and mouth in a rhythmic motion. Her huge tits rubbed against the slick wood of the desk, stimulating her nipples.

  On the desk, she was their rag doll, moving with the motion of their thrusts. The long cock in her pussy hit against her g-spot with each movement, and she found herself cumming over and over again. The cock in her mouth unloaded with so much cum it took her a long while to catch her breath afterwards.

  The man fucking her pussy leaned forward and slipped his hands underneath her to grab her breasts. He pinched her nipples hard and groaned in her ear as she felt herself being filled again.

  They picked her up from the desk, dripping with cum, and carried her to the desk chair where Trent sat waiting with his cock out. They lowered her gaping ass onto his cock. He buried his face in her hair as he entered her body, breathing heavily. Carla threw her hair back, moaning as she rocked back and forth on his cock.

  Mr. Goldman appeared in front of her, a wide smile spread across his face. Carla’s eyes widened in shock when she saw what he was holding in his hand. It was the largest cock she’d ever seen. She gazed at the length and girth of it, ready to take it inside of her.

  Mr. Goldman bent down slightly, then guided his huge cock into her pussy. Carla whimpered as her pussy stretched to accommodate him, and the pain was apparent as he eased his cock further inside of her. But Mr. Goldman had no interest in babying her. He held onto her shoulders, then with one thrust, shoved the rest of his huge cock into her.

  With the cock already in her ass, Carla didn’t know if her body could handle it. As Mr. Goldman started pumping into her, she cried at first in pain, but it soon turned into the deepest pleasure she’d ever felt.

  Mr. Goldman banged into her, causing her ass to grind harder onto Trent’s cock. Delicious spools of pleasure enhanced by pain danced in her pussy and ass, reaching up her stomach and down her limbs. She lost herself to the pleasure, and the orgasm took her over. All she saw was black. All she knew or had ever known was the ecstasy pulsating through her body. She wasn’t an old cook any longer. All she was was a bimbo getting fucked in Mr. Goldman’s office. And that was all she wanted to be.

  Trent groaned behind her. His cum shot up into her ass, then started dripping out around his softening cock. Mr. Goldman pulled her off of him, then threw her onto the floor. He took one of her legs in each hand, stretching them up into the air and spreading them apart. When he shoved his huge cock into her again, it felt like the first time. Again, she had to bite her lip through the pain, but this time she knew what it would turn into; a deep, delicious pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt.

  She came again and again as Mr. Goldman fucked her as hard as he could. With one last thrust, her boss leaned forward over her, his face in her breasts. Carla felt his cock pumping as cum filled her pussy.

  He climbed off of her, and Carla lay on the floor in a pool of cum, massaging her breasts and enjoying her afterglow. Mr. Goldman helped her up, wrapped her in a robe, and sat her down on the couch.

  Carla sipped a bourbon as the elixir slowly wore off and she was transformed into her old self. The men looked at her, shaking their heads in shock when they saw the stark difference in what they had just fucked, compared to what was sitting in front of them now.

  “So, Carla,” Mr. Goldman said. “How did you like the elixir?”

  Carla looked into her drink and smiled. “It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear,” Mr. Goldman said. “The creator said she could make us an infinite supply.”

  “You mean I can do that again?” Carla asked.

  “Of course,” Mr. Goldman said. “In fact, I was thinking of giving you the day off tomorrow. And every day after that. How would you like to be my live in bimbo?”

  Carla was silent, considering his proposition. No more early mornings in the kitchen, grease stained clothing, and flour in her hair. It had been the only life she’d ever known. Could she give it all up, just like that? For Carla, the answer was simple.

  “Yes,” Carla said. “I’d love to be your bimbo.”

  The Bimbo and the Frat

  Zoe hated Fridays. She knew she was different than any other college freshman in that way, but she couldn’t help it. During the week, she could go to class, sit quietly and listen to lectures, then at night in her dorm, busy herself with homework.

  The weekends were a different story. The dorms became alive with parties she wasn’t invited to, and she could hear her fellow students raging into the night while she tried to sleep. Zoe had hoped that she could reinvent herself when she went off to college. She could shed the quiet, mousy girl that she’d been in high school, make new friends, even meet a boy. But she found herself falling into the same patterns.

  That Friday afternoon, she returned to her dorm to find her roommate, Michelle, on the phone making plans for the night. Michelle was everything Zoe wished she could be; fun and outgoing, if not a little too wild. The girls got along, mostly because they stayed out of each other’s way.

  “I’m so over that club,” Michelle said into the phone. “I want to do something different.”

  Zoe placed her book bag on her bed, trying to be quiet. She pulled out her psychology book, pretending not to listen to Michelle’s conversation.

  “What about a frat party?” Michelle said, twirling her hair. After listening for a moment, she said, “I can’t help it you’ve fucked every frat boy on campus.” Michelle laughed raucously.

  Zoe’s face burned bright red. She was still a virgin, and any mention of sex made her extremely uncomfortable.

  “Fine,” Michelle said. “Have fun at your stupid club. I’ll meet up with you there if I get really desperate.” She hung up the phone, and turned her smiling eyes to Zoe.

  “Hey, roomie. What are you doing tonight?”

  Zoe’s eyes fluttered up from her textbook. “I’m, uh, not really sure yet.”

  “You have so many options you can’t decide, right?”

  Zoe remained quiet. Sometimes she didn’t know how to ta
ke her roommate’s sarcasm.

  “Don’t get offended,” Michelle said. “I had a friend just like you in high school. Some people just need to come out of their shell.”

  Zoe closed the book and placed it down on the bed beside her. “I know I do, I just don’t know how.”

  Michelle’s smile turned conspiratorial. “Let’s hang out tonight.”

  Zoe shook her head. “Are you sure? I’m not very fun.”

  “I know just the thing to help you with that.” Michelle walked over to Zoe and took her by the hands, pulling her up off the bed. “Come with me.”

  “Where are we going?” Zoe asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  They walked for a long time, all the way to the other side of campus. Whenever Zoe tried to ask where they were going, or how much farther they had to walk, Michelle evaded her questions. Finally they arrived at an all boys dorm.

  They stood in front of the main entrance. All of the dorms required separate keys to get inside the building.

  “How are we going to get in?” Zoe asked.

  Instead of answering, Michelle grabbed the first guy she saw walking up to the main entrance. Tall, with floppy brown hair, he looked like he was straight out of a boy band. His eyes were a warm brown. Zoe blushed. He was just her type.

  “Hey,” Michelle said to him. “Can you let us in?”

  “I’m not really supposed to,” the guy said.

  “I really need to get in to see a friend,” Michelle said, pouting slightly.

  “Why don’t you call him, then?” the guy asked.

  Michelle twirled a lock of her hair. “Well, he doesn’t exactly know me yet.”

  He smirked at them and started to walk away.

  “Wait,” Michelle said, catching his elbow. “If you help us out, you can come to this amazing party with us tonight.”

  “What’s going to be so amazing about it?”

  Michelle tugged at his sleeved until he leaned in closer. Then, she whispered into his ear. As she talked, his eyes grew wider, and he stared at Zoe. Zoe shuffled her feet and looked around, trying to ignore his gaze.

  Whatever she said worked. The guy let them in the building with no further question. As Zoe walked passed him to get inside, he angled his body in front of her.

  “I’m Allen,” he said, smiling broadly.

  Zoe had never been approached by a guy like that before. “I’m Zoe,” she said.

  “Cool.” He ran his eyes down her body. “I’ll see you tonight.”

  Allen bounded up the stairs, leaving Zoe tingling with excitement.

  “What did you tell him?” Zoe asked Michelle.

  “You’ll see.”

  “I’m tired of this. Why don’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

  “I told you, you’ll find out,” Michelle said. “Besides, what other options do you have for tonight?”

  Michelle didn’t bother waiting for a response. Zoe huffed and followed her up to the fourth floor. They walked to the end of the hallway to a room with the door propped open. Music wafted out of the room, and people filed in and out.This guy must be really popular,Zoe thought.

  Michelle tapped her knuckles on the door frame and walked in. A skinny guy with blonde hair was playing video games from a futon.

  “Do I know you?” he asked without looking up.

  “No,” Michelle said, taking a seat in a ratty looking chair. Zoe stayed by the door. Michelle reached into her purse, and pulled out a wad of twenties. “We have cash.”

  The guy glanced over, saw the cash, then casually turned off his game.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  “The elixir,” Michelle said.

  Zoe gripped the door frame. What was she talking about?

  The guy looked to Michelle, then Zoe. “You know what this stuff does, right?”

  “We know,” Michelle said. “One vial.” She flashed the wad of cash again.

  “If you’re sure-”

  “We’re sure.”

  The guy shrugged, then went to his desk and pulled a small vial of liquid from the top drawer. He and Michelle made an exchange, and that was that. Without saying goodbye to her new friend, Michelle got up and walked out, pulling Zoe along by the arm.

  “You don’t really expect me to take that stuff,” Zoe said, once they were outside the dorm.

  “Don’t worry, it’s harmless,” Michelle said casually. “I’ve done it. I’ve seen other people do it tons of times.”

  “What does it do?” Zoe asked.

  Michelle stopped walking, gazed up at the sky, and smiled wistfully. “It gives you the most amazing experience of your life.” She turned her eyes back to Zoe. “I really think it will help you open up. Isn’t that what you want?”

  “Yes,” Zoe said, hesitantly. “But they always said you shouldn’t use drugs to have a good time.”

  “That’s your problem,” Michelle said, looping her arm through Zoe’s. “You always listen to whatthey say.”

  Back in their dorm room, the small vial of liquid sat on the dresser while Michelle helped Zoe get ready. Zoe glanced at it often as Michelle sprayed her hair and applied way more makeup than Zoe would ever dream of wearing. Zoe was nervous about drinking the elixir, but even more nervous about going to a party as her shy, nervous self.

  After her hair and makeup was complete, Michelle pulled out an outfit for Zoe to wear. After putting in on, Zoe examined herself in the mirror. The skirt was shorter than she was comfortable with. The hemline sat way above her knees. She didn’t like showing her soft, doughy thighs. The top was low cut, and hung unattractively over her flat chest.

  “Michelle,” Zoe said. “No offense, but I look terrible.”

  Michelle sprayed some more hairspray on Zoe’s hair. “Relax. Just wait until you drink the elixir.”

  Zoe scoffed. “How is the elixir going make my boobs look good in this shirt?”

  Michelle looked away and smiled. “Just wait.”

  Let’s hope this elixir works miracles,Zoe thought, frowning into the mirror.

  That night, they walked up to a two story white house. A banner of Greek letters adorned the porch. In the middle of the front lawn was huge keg. Preppy guys with fashionable haircuts and T-shirts that were tight around their muscular biceps stood around holding red plastic cups.

  “What frat is this?” Zoe asked.

  “Alpha Omega Bazega whatever,” Michelle said. “Who cares? Look at all these hot guys.”

  Zoe looked at the guys populating the lawn and porch. Each one was muscular and attractive in their own way whether they were tall, short, black, or white. Zoe’s excitement was soon replaced with dread. In her experience with hot guys, they always ignored her.

  Michelle nudged her with her elbow. “Here,” she said, handing Zoe the vial.

  “Aren’t you going to drink any?”

  Michelle placed her arm around Zoe’s shoulders. “I’m your sober buddy. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

  Zoe studied the vial in her hand. The liquid was tinted yellow and slightly thick, which didn’t look very appetizing.

  This is crazy,Zoe thought.

  “What are you waiting for?” Michelle said.

  “We don’t know where this stuff came from,” Zoe said.

  Michelle began to pout. “Don’t back out now.”

  “Hello, ladies,” a male voice called from behind them.

  They turned to see Allen, the guy who’d let them into his dorm. He flashed a brilliant smile to Zoe, sending a shiver up her spine. He looked even cuter tonight than he had earlier. The cologne he wore smelled heavenly.

  “Has she taken it yet?” Allen asked Michelle.

  “She was just going to,” Michelle said.

  Allen saw the vial in Zoe’s hand. “Oh man, this is going to be awesome.”

  His gaze on Zoe was unwavering. She felt like she couldn’t back out now. Smiling a hesitant smile, she unscrewed the top of the vial. Suppressing the part of h
er that knew better, she brought the vial to her mouth and tipped it back.

  “You said I had first go at her,” Allen said as the elixir coated Zoe’s throat.

  Zoe wanted to ask what he meant, but she was overcome by the bitter taste of the elixir. It was so unpleasant, it took her breath away. Her throat constricted, making her eyes water. Doubled over trying to catch her breath, she figured any chance she had with Allen was ruined. But when she looked up at him, he was smiling excitedly.

  “Geez, that was harsh,” Zoe said, trying to compose herself.

  “Yeah, it always is,” Michelle said. “Come on, let’s go in.”

  The girls walked through the lawn, up the stairs to the porch, with Allen trailing close behind. Zoe’s eyes took in the feast of the frat boys, each hotter than the last. Of course, they all ignored her very existence, but their eyes lingered on Michelle’s ass as she walked by.

  After waiting in a long line for a plastic cup full of frothy beer, Zoe found herself in an all too familiar situation; standing in the corner of a party, awkwardly sipping her drink and wishing she were back home in her PJs. The only thing that was different was that she wasn’t alone. Allen stayed close by her side. She was still attracted to him, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted from her.

  “How do you feel?” he said, leaning in close.

  “Fine. No different at all. Maybe it’s a bad batch.”

  “It can take a while to kick in,” Allen said.

  “You’ve taken this before?”

  “I’ve seen people take it.”

  “What does it do?” Zoe asked.

  Allen raised his eyebrows. “You don’t know?”

  Zoe felt embarrassed at exposing her naivete. She didn’t know so many people had had experiences with a drug she’d never heard of. She bit her lip, desperately trying to think of something else to say. Glancing back up at Allen, she saw his eyes had widened to twice their size, and were fixed directly on her tits.

  Unused to that kind of attention from men, she looked down at her body. What she saw amazed her. Her once flat bust now filled the low cut top to the point they were overflowing. Zoe stared at herself, amazed. Forgetting anyone else was there, she dropped her beer to the ground, then squeezed her new tits. They were soft and squishy, yet firm.