Office Girl: Bimbo Stories

The phone rang, an annoying little chirp Steve had grown to hate more with each passing day. He answered, “Yes?”

“Do you have the Hartfell account?” a stern female voice asked.

“Yes, Ms. Ingram,” Steve replied, the words catching in his teeth. The new boss insisted everyone address her by the formal moniker. Steve could understand why. He knew the difficulties of entering a new work environment and could imagine doing so as a younger woman trying to control an office full of men would be infinitely more difficult. Still, it rubbed him the wrong way.

“Well, bring it here,” she said, and the phone went dead.

Steve told himself the reason his new boss got under his skin was the lack of respect she showed. He and the other six men working in the office had put in their time, most of them having been at the firm since it opened. Steve got recruited fresh out of college. They’d enjoyed working for their previous boss, Arthur, because of his familiarity with his employees. Steve never felt Arthur viewed himself as above the others in the office, while still managing to keep everyone on task. In their break room griping sessions, the men of the office had discussed the problem at length. Steve and the others would first disclaim that they understood the plight of her position, however little they actually understood it not withstanding. They fumbled at the edges of her problems. For one, she did not have the so called advantage of some women in the workforce in an austere appearance. As he gathered together the Hartfell account, Steve pondered how different he would feel if he were about to walk into the office of his fifth grade social studies teacher, Mrs. Platt. While kind and a decent teacher, she had the look of a toad who swallowed a sour fly. She could glare at even the most troublesome student and compel silence. Ms. Ingram was nothing like that.

Though Steve didn’t know her precise age, he knew she was younger than himself at twenty eight, so he placed her at twenty five. Fresh out of college with a shiny M.B.A. in her pocket, she’d been hired as Arthur’s replacement due to a stellar interview and good family connections. It did not hurt that Arthur thought the same of her as all the other men had the first time they’d seen her. Stacy could look any man in the eye at six foot and a little more. Though she wore slim fitted suits most of the time, it failed to make her figure less striking. While not very well endowed in any region, she made up for with the smooth lines of female sensuality. Steve and the others believed that this was her first greatest hurdle. In his life, Steve had met many beautiful women who still commanded respect. That respect was earned with a quick wit and severe personality grown over the years of fighting back against a male work environment. Stacy had yet to be tested in any such fires, but seemed eager for the challenge.

Steve knocked and opened the door when she called from within. “You wanted the Hartfell report?”

Stacy looked up from her desk. She did not smile, but grimaced in a manner one might if they understood the concept of a smile, but faltered on the execution. “Thanks, just put it there. And have a seat.” Steve’s stomach fluttered. He hated these type of talks. Another hurdle Stacy had yet to jump was her management style. When someone fucked up with Arthur around, he would rant and rave and curse hellfire down on the whole office. Afterwards, he would meet everyone at the bar, buy a round of beers, and that would be the end of it. The fuckup wouldn’t happen again, Arthur’s ill humor resolved, and the employees didn’t hold a grudge for what had to be done. Stacy took a different tact. “I want to talk to you about some expenses on the Williams account.”

“Ok,” Steve answered, his face growing rigid. He’d learned not to argue with her.

“You and Martin turned in a few receipts billing two lunches to the firm and not to the account. Why is that?”

Steve never liked to see the strings. Stacy’s questions felt like they came out of a textbook. Force the employee to admit their own mistake. That’s how they’ll learn. Horseshit. “It was more on our time than theirs. We ate, and it just happened that Fred Williams showed up. We bought him dinner and some drinks.”

“Did you discuss business?”

“No. It was purely a social encounter.”

“You know the policy on socializing with clients. If you grow too familiar, they will start resenting it any time we bill them.” She clicked her tongue and leaned back in her chair. Another hurdle, she had yet to replace Arthur’s chair. She looked like a little girl who sneaked in to her father’s office to play business woman. “I’m going to go ahead and transfer these expenses on to the account. I’ll have to reprimand you.”

“I beg your pardon?” Steve blurted out.

She opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper. “This details that you broke protocol while entertaining a client. It says that you accept responsibility for the action and consider this the first mark against yourself.”

“What does that mean?” Steve bit back his temper, but could taste the acrid bile at the back of his throat.

“Three strike system. I outlined it in your employee manual. Three incidents like this, and you will be put on probation. After that, your employment becomes questionable.”

Steve’s brain locked. Words did not make sense. The letters rattled around in his head like a churning bowl of alphabet soup. In a rush, everything started to coalesce back to normal, but to solidify his world once more he had to ask, “Are you saying that I would be fired?”

“That’s right. Now please sign on the blank so we have a record of your reprimand. Or you could not sign, and I’d have to fill out another form.” The corners of her mouth twisted up. She was making a joke.

Every horrible word and phrase that Steve had ever heard came into his mind. They crowded into his mouth and only failed as pushing out into the world by crowded each other from the gateway. Dumbly, he took the pen and signed the sheet. Stacy thanked him and sent him back to work.

As he returned to his desk, the numbness faded and a clear point came through. I don’t have job security any more. The worst tirade from Arthur meant nothing more than some public shaming. Jobs were never on the line. So long as each man came in, did his work, and produced, the job was his to keep. Arthur sometimes talked of downsizing and other top down decisions, but those were acts of god, far beyond the meager employees. This was different. Stacy had no idea she’d crossed a line. As far as Steve was concerned, the paper he signed was an amendment to the social contract. The days of everyone working together with a benevolent leader were over. Now, Stacy was the Other. She couldn’t be trusted. Even the slightest error would become a “reprimand” and move the perpetrator one step closer to summary dismissal.

At his desk, Steve heavily considered marching back into Stacy’s office to inform her that he was quitting. He pictured himself in boisterous conversation at the bar with the others later on, bragging about how he had “told the bitch off” and how he “didn’t need the fucking stress.” Practicality and responsibility nudged their way into his mind to point out that he still needed a job and to quit immediately would be reckless. Lost in these thoughts, he didn’t notice that most of the office started to leave for lunch. Another of Stacy’s tricks. Give someone bad news before a break so they have time to accept their new yolk while not being a detriment to the company. Normally he ate at his desk, but he didn’t want to risk anyone setting off his mood. Though he did find the idea of leading an office revolt appealing as well. Instead, he grabbed his lunch from the office fridge, briefly considered spitting in the Tupperware with Stacy’s name on it, and headed out to have his lunch in the park area across from his building.

The bright day cheered him slightly as he crossed over into the park. The area was a green oasis in an otherwise drab grey section of the city. Despite that, it was usually entirely empty, but the pretty weather had encouraged others to lunch at the tables. Steve was in no mood to be social. A few of the other guys had met up with the women from the dentist’s office on the second floor. They waved him over but he begged off with excuses about making phone calls. He made his way over to a bench on the opposite side of a large oak tree. Sitting down, he dropped the sack containing a ham sandwich and a banana on the bench beside him and thought no more of it. He had no appetite.

The truth was that he’d been unhappy with his job for a while. He considered this dissatisfaction to originate with Stacy, but as he pondered over his problems, he began to think it was the job itself. Arthur had managed to mask the mundanity of it all with a rambunctious atmosphere in the office, which Stacy clearly had no intention of continuing. Without that and a hostile boss in its place, Steve could think of no reason not to put in his notice when he got back to the office, other than the lack of a new job. He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes. His ears focused on the distant voices of his coworkers, the sound of traffic in the distance, and a few birds chirping in the trees above him. He rubbed his eyes and wished he could roll everything back a few hours and try it all differently. It was then that he heard the footsteps approaching.

His eyes opened and he saw a man standing a few feet in front of him. The man looked entirely out of place, not just in the park but in the world. He was tall and slender, wearing a black suit which looked as if it had been taken from a trunk in an attic. Clutched in his hand was a brown paper bag. “Excuse me, may I sit?” he asked politely.

“Oh, sure, why not,” Steve said, sliding down to the end of the bench.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but the others were all taken.”

Steve, thoroughly bothered, replied, “No trouble at all. Be my guest.”

The man took a seat, leaving about two feet between the himself and Steve. He put the bag on his lap. With long, thin fingers, he opened it, carefully unfolding the creases in the bag with movements like a marionette. Steve almost expected him to reach inside and pull out a fat beetle which he would throw into his mouth and grind between his teeth, green juice dribbling over his pale lips. Instead, he pulled out a plain white bread sandwich, though it did look out of place as he held it with the tips of his fingers. “Would you like to share?” the man asked suddenly.

“The sandwich? Oh, no, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Not the sandwich,” the man answered back. “I meant the reason you are sitting alone and not eating your lunch. My name is Thaddeus, by the way.”

Steve watched the man take three enormous bites of the sandwich. His stomach turned as he wondered what the paste like substance between the bread could be, but he managed to answer. “Steve. And, just a bad day at work.”

“That’s not true. It’s not just that. It’s something more. You’re unhappy. It’s as plain as the nose on your face.”

“Ok, sure. Look, I should be getting back.”

“What if there were a way to make your job better? What if there were a way to put people in their place? Maybe to make that snippy little woman who bosses you around a little more suitable for your office environment?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed. Thaddeus kept his eyes forward and languidly licked his fingers where a bit of the unknown filling had dribbled onto them. “How do you know about Ms. Ingram?”

“She told me. Whispered it to me from across the fibers of a pillowcase. That’s when your darkest secrets slip out. Drift from loose lips into the night air to be gobbled up by wisps and phantoms. Stacy has a particular desire. She wants to be used, you see. Like you would use a broom or any other household object. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Steve inched further from the bizarre man. “I don’t know what you’re going on about, but I have to go.”

“The trade is simple,” Thaddeus muttered. “I’m hungry. Feels like I haven’t eaten in ages. Could I trade you for your lunch?” His black eyes settled on the bag sitting between them.

“Sure, help yourself.”

Thaddeus’s hand snapped out and grabbed the bag. It jerked back to him like the recoil of a snake’s strike. As he opened the sack, Steve felt a strange calmness drift over him. “Fair trade, Steve. Enjoy the new Stacy. It might take a little getting used to, but all you men will know what to do quick enough. I know she will enjoy herself.” He peeled open the wrapping around the sandwich and gobbled it down.

Steve rose to his feet, feeling a sudden compulsion to go back to the office and give Stacy a piece of his mind. He forgot about the man he met on the bench the moment he passed through the door of the office building.

Something had changed. Steve knew that much at least. All of his anger and frustration had vanished. In its place a new feeling emerged which he could only classify as unrelenting horniness. Stepping off the elevator, he grew very aware of his dick in his trousers. He had become half erect from only thinking about Stacy. Embarrassed, he decided to wait to speak with her and instead went to his desk. Along the way, he noticed many of his officemates had returned. They too seemed to be feeling the strangeness pervading the air. A few even opened up porn on their computers and sat with their hands in their pants. Steve didn’t understand why he saw this behavior as normal.

As soon as he sat down, his phone rang. “Steve, can you come in here?”

“Yes, Ms. Ingram.” He’d wanted to wait, but at the same time he was desperate to see her. He imagined the smooth line of her body in the tight skirt she’d worn, and his cock twitched slightly in his pants.

He opened the door to her office without knocking, something he’d never done even when Arthur had been around. Still, he felt no obligation to knock. Her office was as much his as it was any other guy’s. “You wanted to see me?”

Stacy sat behind her desk. She looked down at her breasts with confusion. “Are my tits bigger?” With that, she pulled hard on the top of her dress, ripping it open and letting her tits spill into view. Having never seen them before, Steve had no way of knowing if they were bigger, but they were certainly big. If the section of his mind that deal with reasoning had been functioning, he would have figured out that the mammoth tits drooping out from the torn dress could not have possible fit into the garment even moments before.

“Maybe?” he answered, his cock growing from a mild stiffy to a full on throbbing erection. He stepped further into the office leaving the door open. “Why are you behind the desk? That’s not where you go.”

Stacy looked at him with a reprimand on her lips, but it passed before she could utter it. “Oh yeah. I’m sorry.” She stood and walked around to the front of the desk. The torn top of the dress looked like a relief when compared to the rest. Her ass had definitely grown and was being restrained only by the failing threads of her over priced dress.

“Take that off. You know you’re not supposed to wear clothes either.”

“Oh, gosh, Steve. I’m such a dumb bimbo some times.” She tried to pull the dress up and over her head, but the hem couldn’t get past her fat ass. Instead, she grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk and cut down from the front. The scissors were clumsy, but got the job done. As the front of the dress split open, it fell off of her, revealing a broad, round ass. “Now, I called you in here to discuss morale around the office. I feel like the men haven’t been taking full advantage of all the company perks. Like my ass.” With that, she turned and bent forward far enough to pull her ass cheeks apart. Steve’s eyes widened as he stared at smooth pussy lips and his boss’s asshole. “I’ve heard some muttering that people don’t want sloppy seconds, but it will be more efficient if both holes are used before I have to clean up. My mouth is always open of course, and it only takes a minute to wipe off my face. Also, I think we could start opening me up to clients. Male or female. And maybe we should get a bed in here.”

Steve stepped forward and put out his hand. She jumped slightly as his palm cupped her ass. “Lunch break is over. You’re supposed to be in position.”

“Oh, that’s right. Silly me.” She moved over to the desk and bent forward. Her round ass wobbled as she settled the weight of her tits on the desk. She spread her legs enough to show off her glistening pussy as her hands moved to grip the opposite side of the desk. Steve moved behind her and unzipped his pants. The belt buckle clinked as he unfastened it and let it fall to the side. He pushed his pants down and let his cock jut out over the band of his boxers. He slapped his cock against her ass twice, leaving a smear of precum on her before moving into position. His cock slid along her slit gathering a coat of her lubrication. He rocked back and aimed his cock at her pussy, sliding into her with no resistance. Her hot, tight pussy clamped around him, squeezing each inch of his cock as it moved inside of her. Her body rocked on the desk as he started to slide in and out of her.

Again, Steve’s mind tried to understand the changes in the world. This couldn’t be the first time he’d fucked Stacy, could it? She’d been the office slut, a going away present from Arthur. Steve felt sure that he’d fucked her at least twice a day ever since she started. It’s why she had such big tits and a nice round ass. She was meant to be fucked like the printer was meant to print things or the coffee maker to make coffee. His hands squeezed the soft flesh of her ass as his balls swung forward to slap against her slick pussy lips. She barely acknowledged he was there, and why should she? She didn’t make a fuss every time someone visited the supply cabinet, so why should she address every instance of her employees coming in her office to fill her up with their hot spunk. She felt Steve’s hands kneading into her ass, and the tingling sensation at her core built to a new level.

Steve felt his orgasm building, and he fucked into her harder. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, “That’s right, Steve, cum in me. Fill me up with that hot jizz. One of these cocks is going to get me pregnant eventually, and I hope it’s yours. It won’t stop me from working. We’ll have the bed moved in by then, and I can get fucked all day while my belly gets big with your seed.” It was too much for him. He unloaded inside of her. Cum gushed up from his balls and sprayed deep inside of her. Stacy wiggled as her own small orgasm tore through her body. Steve stepped back as his orgasm subsided, and his cum immediately started to dribble out of her pussy. Stacy made no effort to move, remaining bent over her desk, ass and pussy exposed for any takers. “See, now normally if someone didn’t want a sloppy pussy to fuck I would have to go get cleaned up, but if whoever’s next would just fuck my ass, then I wouldn’t have to go! That’s what I learned in school. To be efficient. Oh, is that fat cock getting hard again. Maybe you want to be the first to test my new system.”

To Steve’s own surprise, his cock started to grow stiff right after he left her pussy. As she talked, it ached with a need to be back inside of her. She wiggled her ass at him, enticing him to fuck her once more. He stepped back over to her and grabbed his favorite spots of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as his cockhead pushed against the rear entrance. His cock was still wet from her pussy and pushed inside of her with little difficulty. He groaned as his cock disappeared into her ass and Stacy, the professional fucktoy that she had become, had to grip the desk a little harder as her ass adjusted to the size of Steve’s cock. He’d never felt anything so tight before, and she’d never felt so full in her life. She immediately started to think of ways to position herself for double penetration, but that would be another project for another day. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of Steve’s cock sliding in and out of her ass.

Steve heard footsteps behind him and looked over his shoulder to see Martin. The other man showed no surprise to find his friend fucking his boss in the ass. “Hey, Steve, mind if I use her mouth? Or do you want me to wait?”

As if Martin were asking to pass the salt, Steve replied, “Nah, go ahead. She’s a little talky anyway.”

Martin quickly pulled out his cock and moved around to the other side of the desk. He offered the stiff rod to Stacy, and she willingly slurped it into her mouth. She moaned around the shaft as Steve continued to drill his cock into her ass. Though Martin said nothing else, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of Steve’s cock sliding so easily into Stacy’s ass. His head lolled back, and he succumbed to the expert work of Stacy’s tongue, exploding into her mouth as she sucked down every drop of cum. Steve reached his limit again and shoved his cock all the way into her before erupting once more, shooting his hot cum into her ass. The two men let out a simultaneous sigh as they pulled out of their bosses respective holes. “So we can fuck her ass now?” Martin asked as they pulled up their pants.

“Yeah, she thinks it will cut down on the amount of time she has to spend in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Makes sense to me.”

“Oh sure. Hey, you going to be at the bar after work? Trivia tonight.”

“Sure thing,” Steve answered as Martin left the room.

As he started to follow, Stacy called after him. “Oh, Steve, one more thing. About that meeting we had this morning. You don’t have to worry about that any more. I tore up the sheets and threw them all away. I was going about this office management thing all wrong. I think we’ve hit on the better method.” She smiled as cum dripped from her pussy and oozed out of her stretched ass.

Steve answered with a smile, “You sure are talky today. Let’s see if we can’t do something about that.”