BimboTech Chapter 9 Bimbo Wife s Big Black Mistake
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Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals
“What?” the Black man asked, blinking at my question as I rubbed on his cock through his jeans. My pussy clenched so hard. I shouldn’t be doing this. There was something wrong with the intelligence serum. The cabin pressure of the plane we flew on was affecting it in me. The bimboness kept swamping over and me, covering in me...
Yummy, delicious, marshmallowy delight.
I giggled, my pussy clenching, eager to be filled. “Do you want to feed my pussykitty?” I asked in a bubbly voice, squeezing at his hardening cock. “It’s so very hungry. And it loves Black cream so very much.” I squeezed his cock again. “And yours feels like such a hugenormous feeder.”
“What?” he blinked again, his eyes locked on my breasts as they swayed. They were such big, yummy tits held in the blue, stretchy material of my dress. They were such big, perfect breasts. My super smart sciency husband made them.
“Don’t you want to feed my pussykitty?” I purred slowly so he could understand. I had trouble understanding people sometimes. So many words. I grabbed my skirt, sliding it up my thighs, flashing my pussy at him. It was bare of any hair because I was a bimbo. And so juicy because I was horny.
“Holy shit,” he groaned then glanced at the sleeping Black woman beside him.
“It’s a very hungry pussykitty,” I giggled, his dick throbbing so hard. “Oh, please, won’t you feed her?”
He reached out, and I groaned as his thick, dark finger slid through the wet folds of my pussy, sending a hot wave of heat shivering through me. My cunt clenched and my clit throbbed. Delight washed through me.
I had to stop this. I had to get back to first class. Frank was in the lavatory fucking Donna. No one was watching the rest of our bimbo wives. He thought I was fine. He thought the intelligence serum had given me my normal...
“Oh, yes,” I purred, gooey delight coating all my thoughts. The old me, the boring me, kept trying to interfere. It was time to have fun. “I want you to feed my pussykitty on the plane. So I can be in the high mile club.”
“Mile high,” the man groaned, his finger sinking into my wet, juicy depths. “Holy shit.”
“You keep saying that,” I giggled. “But there’s nothing holy about that. Let’s talk about nice things. Like my pussykitty. Isn’t she so soft and wet and juicy?”
“Oh, yes,” he groaned, breathless, sweat beading his ebony forehead.
“And doesn’t your cock just ache to feed my pussykitty? To slide that big, ebony shaft into me? I looooove ebony shafts. They’re so big. They stretch me sooooo open.”
“Holy shit.”
“Come on,” I purred, my fingers reaching down, unzipping his fly.
“Shit, here?” His fingers ripped out of my pussy. “No, no, go to the bathroom at the back of the plane.”
“Bathroom?” I frowned. “Planes don’t have bathrooms.”
“The lavatories,” he groaned. “Right back there.”
“Oh, okay,” I giggled, straightening up. “You should call things by the rightproper names.”
I swayed as I walked down the aisle, such wonderful delight shivering through me. This would be so much fun. I was going to feed my pussykitty with a big, thick ebony cock and—
I blinked, shaking my head, freezing midway down the aisle. I threw a look over my shoulder at the first class curtain. The man, glancing at me, rose. He had such a hard bulge. And he was so big with a build of an ex-football player. I really, really shouldn’t do this. No one was watching the bimbos. They could get out of control.
But that cock felt so big. And my pussy was so wet, so horny and...
I let out a giggle of delight. The man was following with his big, thick, Black cock. My pussy wanted it so very badly. I hurried down the aisle, my titties bouncing in my dress. Men stared at me with such hungry eyes. They all wanted to feed my pussykitty. But they would have to take their turns. Ooh, I was joining the high mile club.
I reached the lavatory and frowned at the sign on the door above the handle. It was green and said vacancy. I cocked my head, struggling to remember what that word meant and why it would be on the door. Didn’t motels have that sign? For free rooms, right? Did I have to rent the lavatory?
“Jesus, get in there before my wife realizes what we’re doing,” the Black man groaned. “Fucking bimbo.”
“I am a bimbo,” I said proudly. “But we have to rent it, right? It says there’s a vacancy. Like a motel.”
He reached past me and pulled open the door. Then he pushed me in. A flight attendant said, “Excuse me sir,” right before he joined me, closing the door. It was so tight in the lavatory. He pressed behind me, his hard cock rubbing on my ass.
I liked that. I rubbed back into him, giggling in delight. Someone knocked at the door, but he locked it, muttering to himself. Something about that he was such an idiot, but that I was so hot he couldn’t control himself.
I was so hot.
“Feed my pussykitty,” I moaned, wiggling my hips. I groaned, shuddering, blinking. “Just pound me. Hurry up. Those bimbos up front are unsupervised. I need to cum.” A giggle burst from my lips. “I need a yummy-wummy cum.”
“Jesus, you sound like two different people,” he growled, hiking up my skirt.
“Ooh, if I was two people, I would have two pussykitties that could be fed at the same time! That would be so much yummy fun!”
I gasped as his hard dick slapped into my ass. I looked over my shoulder, smiling at his thick, ebony shaft resting on my pale ass. I wiggled in delight, my pussy clenching as he moved his cock down through my butt-cheeks and nudged at my married pussy.
I blinked. “Oh, Frank’s going to be so mad at me.”
“Who’s Frank?”
I giggled. “My super smart sciency husband. He’s the bestest! I love him so much.”
“Right, then why are you panting after my dick?”
“Black men have the biggest dicks!” I giggled. “I love them, too! Feed me! Please, please!”
“Yes,” he groaned and slammed his cock into me.
“I’m in the high mile club!” I shouted as his cock speared so deep into my pussy.
He groaned, savoring my married pussy while I savored his big, Black dick. He stretched my cunt out. Delicious, yummy pleasure surged through me. I shivered, wiggling my hips, drinking in the bliss as he pumped his cock over and over into me, sliding it in and out of my dripping snatch.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, his crotch smacking into my ass.
“Damn, you are so hot and tight,” he grunted. “I wouldn’t think a dumb bimbo like you could have a tight pussy. You must fuck so many cocks.”
“So many!” I moaned, blinking. “The Venus Serum works wonders. It makes everyone into a hot slut. It’ll improve your wife. Watch for it when it hits the market.”
“What are you talking about?” he grunted, his balls smacking into my clit.
I giggled. “Why, being a bimbo!” My pussy clenched on his dick. “It’s the bestest thing in the world. Oh, you’re wife will love it. I love being a bimbo and my husband and feeding my pussykitty big, Black dicks! Yay!”
“You are fucked up,” he groaned, slamming his dick faster and faster into me.
“I am fucked up,” I giggled. “Fucked up so high in the air. We’re in the sky! That’s as high as you can fuck.”
He only grunted, plowing my pussy, sliding that wonderful cock in and out of my depths. I loved it. I clenched my pussy down on his dick, the friction so hot and yummy. My juices dripped down my thighs as his big, thick cock stretched me open. I felt so full.
It was the bestest feeling in the world.
I blinked, groaning, loving his cock ramming into me. He thrust into me hard, my hands braced against the fuselage of the plane. The vibrations of the engines humming through the hull. I groaned, savoring how naughty this was. People would hear him fucking my married cunt, pounding me, cumming in me with that huge, Black dick.
“Oh, yes, fuck me,” I groaned. “Pound me. Mmm, yes. You don’t want your wife to catch you in here with me.” I giggled, my voice so breathy now. “Oh, no, you wouldn’t. She’s not a bimbo like me. She doesn’t understand how yummy and marshmallowy good this is!”
His hands swept up my body, grabbing my tits. “You are fucked up, girl. But I love your cunt.”
“It’s the bestest,” I giggled, writhing my hips, loving how his hands massaged my big, soft titties.
My nipples ached and tingled as he pulled down the top of my dress. He pinched and rolled them. He tugged on them, making them ache and throb. I groaned, loving the lovely sensations shooting from my nipples right down to my pussykitty.
And my hungry pussykitty devoured his cock. Oh, it was so wonderful as his thick girthed sawed in and out of me, slamming all the way into my juicy depths before withdrawing. I gasped each and every time, letting him know how much I loved it.
And I know he loved it. I heard him grunt and moan. His heavy balls thwacked into the back of my thighs he reamed me. Ooh, that was so naughty. I blinked, groaning, the friction of his thrusts building and building the pleasure in me.
“Yes, I’m going to cum on this cock!” I groaned. “Oh, it’s good. Mmm, yes, fuck me! Harder! Pound me!”
“Such a slut!” he growled.
“Yes! I’m such a naughty, slutty wife! I love big, Black dicks!” I giggled. “They are so big and thick and big! Yay! Pound me!”
His fingers pinched harder on my nipples, his fingers digging into the flesh of my tits. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Every thrust sent naughty waves through me. I loved it. I loved fucking. It was the bestest, most sexiest thing in the world.
He growled, burying his cock deep into my pussykitty. He had to be so close to feeding her. She was so hungry for his jizz. I wiggled my hips, churning his big, fat dick through me. Oh, it was just the bestest.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “Yes!”
He slammed into me.
Someone pounded hard on the door. “Reggie, you better not be in there fucking a whore!”
“Fuck,” he groaned as his cum spilled into my pussy.
“Yes!” I moaned as my pussy drank in his jizz. Spurt after spurt of his yummy cum flooded my hungry pussykitty.
And she rewarded me with a marshmallowy delight. My orgasm shot through my body. The pleasure coated me in gooey goodness. I shivered and moaned, my cunt spasming on his dick, milking out every last drop of cum.
“Oh, god damn, I’m fucking dead,” he groaned.
The door rattled again. “I know you’re in there. I can hear you bustin’ your nut in that skank’s ass!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled. “He’s flooding my pussy with so much yummy cum! I love your husband’s cock.”
“Oh, you fucking bitch! I’ll claw your face up!”
I didn’t understand. Why didn’t she sound so happy for me? I just had the bestest orgasm and her husband fed my pussykitty. His cock wasn’t hard any longer. I cured his blue balls and drained them of all the yummy cum. I shivered, savoring the hot jizz in me.
I blinked.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as the angry Black woman pounded on the lavatory door again.
Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals
“What,” I groaned, trembling as I fired the last blast of cum into Donna’s pussy. I was in the first class lavatory trying to breed the black-haired bimbo when the flight attendant, whom I had bribed to look the other way, pounded on the door. “My women?”
“They’re ... doing things. Inappropriate things in first class. Sir, they can’t do these things. We ... discussed this.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. Alice was supposed to be keeping a watch on them while I had my fun. Then she could choose her bimbo and come into the lavatory to have her fun.
I pulled out of Donna with a sigh. She shuddered, still happily groaning as her orgasm rippled through her. She clamped her hand over her pussy, trapping my cum in there. She was so eager to be bred. I put my cock away still wet with pussy juices and zipped up my jeans. Grunting, I turned in the tight confines of the lavatory and opened the door.
The flight attendant had crimson cheeks as she pointed to my women.
Janet and Becca were kissing each other hard, both their tits out, their hands were massaging each other’s breasts. Becca’s blonde curls spilled over onto Janet’s black tresses. The younger bimbo pinched and rolled both of Janet’s fat nipples.
Nicole and Veronica were even naughtier. Nicole’s brown hair piled about Veronica’s thighs as the former cop turned into curvaceous bimbo had her face buried into Veronica’s pussy, tonguing her pussy as hard as she could, the former CEO of BT Chemicals squeezing her tits through her stretchy dress, her face twisting with pleasure.
“They won’t stop,” the flight attendant complained.
“Ladies,” I growled in an authoritative voice. Where was Alice? She wasn’t in first class at all. I had rented the entirety of first class so my bimbos could have some privacy from the rest of coach, separated by the curtain across the aisle. They were always horny, a side-effect of the bimbo serum, and needed to supervised or they would just start fucking in public.
I was lucky they hadn’t spilled into back of the plane.
“Ladies!” I growled again. “You are all in so much trouble.”
Becca gasped, breaking her kiss with Janet. “We are, Frank?” The eighteen-year-old girl’s voice quivered. “B-but, we had such horny pussies and—”
“What did I say?”
“No sex on the plane,” Nicole said sheepishly, her lips smeared with Veronica’s pussy juices.
“And what are you doing?”
“Having sex on the plane,” Veronica said, pushing down her skirt. “We’re sorry, Frank.”
“We’re sorry,” Janet said, tears in her eyes. “You can spank us.”
“Spank...” the flight attendant choked.
“And where is Alice?” I asked. “She was supposed to be keeping on eye on you.”
“She went back there,” Janet said. “Were we supposed to follow her?”
“She didn’t say,” Veronica added while Nicole wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“No, you were supposed to—”
“Bitch, I will kick your skank ass,” shouted from the back of the plane.
People were murmuring in coach. I groaned. I had a feeling I knew what the shouting was about. “Put those tits away,” I said, heading down the aisle. “And stay in your seats, or you’ll be in even more trouble.”
“Yes, Frank,” my four wives chorused.
I threw open the curtain. At the far end of the plane a stout Black woman pounded on the rear lavatory door. Several flight attendants were around her, trying to get her back to her seats. Everyone in coach was craning over their seats to watch.
What the fuck was Alice thinking? She took the Intelligence Serum. This was something I’d expect from her as a bimbo.
“Ooh, I will kick your skank ass for fucking my man,” the woman said.
I really wish I had the bimbo serum on me. But I didn’t. It was too tempting to rely on it all the time to solve problems. And that just created more of them. I couldn’t have the wrong impression of the drug get out there. And there were so many people on the plane, their phones pointed to the back. Planes had WiFi these days. If I used the bimbo serum on this woman, it would be on YouTube and Facebook before the plane even landed.
“Ma’am,” I said, moving back there. “Please, calm down, Ma’am.”
“Calm down?” she demanded as I reached the back, shaking off a flight attendant’s arm.
“Yes, ma’am,” the flight attendant said, an older woman with graying hair, “if you don’t calm down, we’ll have to land the plane and have the police remove you.”
“Fine!” the Black woman snarled. “Worth it to kick that skank’s ass.” She pounded on the lavatory door. “I know you’re in there, Reggie. I heard you groaning. Get out here now.”
“Ma’am, please,” I said. “You’re making a scene.”
She turned on me, big tits stretching her blouse. “And what business of it is yours? Come back here, thinking you can boss me around just because you in an expensive suit. Huh? Think you’re powerful, White man?”
“No,” I said, my cheeks going red. “That’s my wife in there.”
“Oh,” she said, her arms crossed. “Figures, your little White pecker wasn’t enough for your wife, so she had to sniff around my man’s big dick, huh?”
“Frank has the bestest cock,” Alice said from inside. “Hi, honey.”
“Hi, Alice,” I said. Did she just say, bestest? Was the intelligence serum not working. “You’re in a lot of trouble.”
“I know,” she said, the bubbly, girly bimbo inflection gone from her words. “There’s a problem.”
“You better believe there is,” the Black woman said. “Get your ass out here so I can kick it.”
“Shit,” a man said. Then the lavatory door opened and a big Black man, who was probably a defensive back during college, stepped out.
His wife slapped him. “You son of a bitch! On the plane! While I’m sleeping!”
“Honey, I—”
She slapped him again.
I tried to slip past him and grab Alice as she adjusted her dress. Her face was pale with fright. And then she shivered and a giggle burst out of her lips. “Oh, Frank, he had such a big cock. And he fed my pussykitty with so much cum. See!”
She lifted her skirt, flashing her pussy like a proud bimbo. Cum dripped down her thighs.
Then she blinked and groaned, shoving her dress down. “Dammit. Get me out of here, Frank, there’s something wrong.”
“You better believe there’s something wrong,” the Black woman shouted as her husband pushed her back into the galley, the flight attendants retreating with her.
Everyone behind us was filming. My shoulders writhed. Anger burned in my cheeks. They all knew my wife had cheated on me. I could hear them sniggering. It was one thing for Alice to have her fun, but everyone on the plane knew about it.
Fuck, this was embarrassing.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out. She slipped past the Black man, her breasts almost popping out of her dress. I pushed her in front of me as she let out another giggle, her eyes going vacant. She was oscillating between being a bimbo and...
“Fuck, the altitude?” I groaned.
Alice blinked. “Yes. The lower cabin pressure clearly effects how the intelligence ... thingie affects my ... my...” She giggled. “My thinking place.”
“Brain?”
“Yes, brain. You’re so super smart, Frank. Just the bestest. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” I said, pushing her down the aisle as people kept filming us, following our progress.
“Did you see how much cum he fired into me?” she asked, reaching for her hem.
“Stop that, Alice,” I groaned. “We’re being filmed.”
“We’re making a movie!” she gasped, clapping her hands. “Oh, that’s...” She blinked... “Dammit it!” She walked faster down the aisle.
We reached first class, sweeping aside the curtain. The Black woman’s screech echoed down the plane. I grabbed my wife, pushed her into the window seat, and sat her down. I took the seat beside her, my other bimbo wives peering at us.
“What is going on back there?” the flight attendant asked.
“Domestic argument,” I answered, keeping a firm grip on Alice’s hand.
“My fault,” Alice groaned, rubbing her head and leaning over.
I bit my lip. “Are you okay?”
“Just feeling so embarrassed right now.” She glanced at me. “I’m so sorry, Frank. All those people filming ... It’s going to be on the internet. People are going to know who we are and...” She giggled, a big smile crossed her lips. “And we’ll be super-duper famous. Oh, everyone will see me. I’m a movie star, Frank.”
“Yes, you are,” I sighed, patting her hand. “And one who is in a lot of trouble, just like other people in our family.”
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