Simple Desires: Bimbo Stories

“Can I get behind you?

Trish’s stomach fluttered. The room was almost pitch black. She focused on Liam’s position hovering above her. His dick throbbed rhythmically inside her as he tried to keep his balance on the lumpy mattress. Her instinct told her to say no. Well, not to say anything actually, but keep him thrusting until he came. She didn’t think he could last much longer. He rarely did. Ah, fuck it, she thought. She tapped his forearm and rolled away, feeling her boyfriend’s dick slip out of her.

She settled forward onto her hands and knees. Liam greedily grabbed her ass and hips, guiding her into position as he settled behind her. “Bend further,” he whispered. He nudged her forward with his hips as his dick nestled between her thighs. He pushed and the head slid ineffectively up her slit. Trish grunted in frustration and horror as the head of his cock went entirely too close to her asshole. His hand pushed down on her shoulder as he curved his body against hers. Relenting, she lowered her arms and let her ass stick up in the air. Liam grunted and his cock slid inside her.

At least it won’t take long, she thought as her boyfriend grunted in pleasure. Of course, he wasn’t thinking about her, not even remotely. Any chance of her finishing was left behind ten minutes earlier when it became clear Liam was too horny to give a damn whether or not Trish enjoyed herself at all. It escaped her notice that she met all of Liam’s efforts to get her in the mood with a frigid insistence on getting her boyfriend off so she could get some sleep. Or, not really sleep, but she could go back to browsing the internet until she passed out.

A groping hand interrupted her thoughts. Liam gripped her left ass cheek with his full hand as he slapped his body against hers. Perhaps he was unaware, but Trish keenly noticed the thumb pushing between her ass crack. The sensitive skin surrounding her asshole might as well have been a car alarm. She jerked forward away from his next thrust, causing his hand to move away. He knows better. How many times have I told him that I don’t like my ass being messed with. Another dull slap of skin against skin before she answered her own thought, And how many times has he joked about better to ask forgiveness than permission. Fucking men. He can fuck my pussy most nights, but is that enough? No. He wants to stick a finger in my ass. Or he wants me to suck him off. How could it possibly be different? Isn’t pussy supposed to be the holy grail, whole wars fought over it? How can my stupid mouth and entire lack of skill be something he wants? I wonder if I flat told him that he’s never putting his dick in my ass…what would happen.

Liam made a noise akin to the sound of getting punched in the stomach as he pulled her hard against him. His cock pushed deep inside her. The angle and her lack of interest caused a small amount of pain right before she felt the spurt of cum against her walls. She missed when they used condoms since it meant less clean up. His hand stroked down her back and gave her ass a hard swat — the classic sign that he was finished with her and she was free to go clean up. He slipped out of her and produced a towel from the bedside table. “Here,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Thanks for that. Sorry you weren’t more into it.”

“It’s ok,” she lied as she wiped the cum dribbling out of her pussy. “I like making you happy.”

“Come here,” he said, grabbing her wrist as she tried to slip out of the bed. They collapsed back into the sheets, becoming a sweaty pile of tangled limbs. He kissed her forehead and pulled her against him, driving away all the bitter thoughts she’d conjured up for the past ten minutes. She sank into his chest, inhaling the scent on his skin. His hand traced nonsensical patterns on her shoulder and back as she snuggled against him. She listened to his breath slow to a near stop, marking the rise and fall of his chest as she counted silently. “This is nice.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. And so are you. And I love you. And I’m sorry that I’m weird about sex. I don’t like feeling vulnerable, and you know, having your asshole spread open for the whole world to see is pretty fucking vulnerable. So while I get that it excites you sexually, I really wish my pussy was enough to keep you interested. But also holy shit is this a small problem when you’re so great otherwise. Speaking of which why haven’t you asked me to marry you or something. The thoughts flitted through her head only slightly louder than a thousand others, but those all concerned shopping lists, her schedule for the next day, the unpleasant leak of fluid getting the bed wet between them, and other mundane things.

Had she bothered to stop and wonder what Liam was thinking at the same time, she would have been shocked to learn his apparent ease and contentment had a deep undercurrent of his own insecurities and erratic thoughts. The only difference was in the distance Liam kept between himself and those invasive thoughts. While Trish’s worries overran her, Liam’s washed by him as nothing more than passing curiosity. He wondered why she grew so stiff in doggy and why she so rarely let him get behind her. He thought of ways to improve his foreplay for the next time. As his hand drifted down to cup her ass, he wondered not about the lewdness of sex, but about the millions of years of evolution which ended up conditioning him to find the softness of her ass so appealing. This thought accompanied him into a light dream.

Trish could hear the slow wheeze in his breathing that meant he’d drifted off to sleep. She didn’t mind. She liked being beside him, her naked body pressed against his. Without the expectation of sex, she found the intimacy more arousing, for all the good it did her. She pulled the sheet up over them and draped her arm across his bare chest. He woke up enough to pull her tighter against him before they both fell asleep.

Trish worked at a print shop as a bookkeeper. It wasn’t a particularly interesting job, but they paid decently, the boss was nice, and since most of the employees worked either in the shop or in a separate office, she had most of the day to herself. Even with the ideal working conditions, she considered lunch, her brief hour outside of the office, to be her favorite part of the day. Some years earlier, the city decided to attempt a beautification project that would make the business area more pedestrian friendly. Ultimately this lacked the foresight of seeing more and more businesses relying on telework and internet commerce, but it did create Trish’s favorite spot in the city.

A block away from her office, two buildings seemed to sit a mere five feet apart, giving a passerby the impression of a narrow alleyway. Instead, a few steps down the narrow path, it curved and opened up into a beautiful green garden area. The city maintained it, but essentially no one else ever bothered to use it. Occasionally, Trish saw a smoker or someone on a phone call meandering about the place. Mostly, though, it was her own private sanctuary where she could eat lunch in peace. Since she was rarely needed back at the office promptly and in truth she could do most of her job from her phone, she never worried about rushing back. She spent hours sitting in the brightly lit space listening to the alley breeze rustle the shrubs and small trees.

The day after her reluctant doggy style with Liam, she arrived at her refuge, took up her usual spot at the small bench, and dug into her lunch. Liam made it for her every morning and often put in fun snacks to surprise her. In this instance, he’d given her a mini-blueberry muffin. He’d connected some dots on the packaging to make a heart. She smiled at it before tearing it open and woofing down the sweet contents. With her lunch eaten, she took out her phone and flipped through her friends’ posts. Normally, her mind would be entirely unburdened and lost in the vapid trivialities of everyone else’s life. But something nagged at her.

She tried to ignore the feeling for a few minutes, but it pressed on her that something was off. When she finally looked around, her heart jittered into a rapid beat. At the other bench, merely ten feet away, in the shadow of the building, a man sat reading. Once past the initial urge to scream or run simply from being startled, Trish felt a new sensation to scream and run simply because of the way the man looked. The air around him seemed to shimmer with a greasy sheen. He wore all black, and the suit looked old and thick, like something dug out from the back of a Victorian era closet. As she looked at him, the man seemed to suddenly notice where he was. When he looked at Trish, she eyes nearly as black as tar, and when he smiled, she thought her legs might decide of their own accord to leave.

“Sorry,” she blurted out, “you startled me.”

The man looked back down at his book, turning a heavy page. “I have that effect sometimes,” he said. “I’m easy to overlook.”

Trish regretted speaking to him at all. She thought she’d have been better off leaving immediately. Hearing his voice did nothing to allay the uneasy feeling the man put in her. Everything about him seemed off, like a fun house mirror image come to life. “Do you work around here?” she asked, hoping conversation might ease the tension in the air.

“No, I have an appointment,” he answered. “I’m to meet with Trish Jensen.”

Trish’s heart only continued to beat through physiological necessity, otherwise it would have choked on the burst of adrenaline that surged through Trish’s body. “That’s me,” she said in barely a whisper.

“I know,” the man answered. He turned another page in his book. “Ah, we’re here now. My name is Thaddeus, and I’ve come to help you with your problem.”

“I don’t have a problem,” Trish said, finally getting enough sense to gather her things and get to her feet. “I don’t know who you are or why you know my name but —”

“Because you called out to me in your dreams,” Thaddeus said with an overly toothy smile. “Mortals should be more careful with their dreams. Some very nasty things out there listening.”

“Is this some kind of joke? Did Liam put you up to this? I’ll kill him.”

“No,” Thaddeus said. He stood, a motion like a mannequin jerking from seated to standing or like a cartoon figure missing several frames of animation. By the time Trish’s thoughts caught up to what her eyes had seen, the man was standing across from her holding out his book. She looked down and saw a large blank line. “It’s not a joke, nor a trick, nor a hallucination. I am Thaddeus, one of Deviancies, and I have the power to grant you what you desire.”

The world around her grew dim. Thaddeus seemed to take up more of it by the second. Trish took a step back. “Uh, no thanks. I need to get back to the office.”

“A no is a fine answer,” the strange man said. “But you did call for me in your dreams. You wanted to know what it would be like to know true freedom. You wanted to put away the discomfort and vulnerability that kept you from being what Liam wants. You wanted to be the girl he wants. Sign the book, and you’ll become everything his heart desires. He will know true happiness, and you’ll be the one who gives it to him.”

Trish didn’t understand what was happening. The world shimmered like everything was made of hyper realistic gelatin. The man, with his beetleish eyes, glared at her or through her as her hand took a pen and scrawled a signature across the page. It did sound nice after all. She told herself that if signing his book made him go away, that would be worth it enough, but Trish could feel something more than reality happening in the moment. Thaddeus was more than real. He seemed fixed in the world while everything else wavered and faded. Her name blazed on the page, and he snapped the book shut.

She blinked, and she was alone. The world reasserted itself. Sunshine warmed her back and a fragrant breeze rustled the trees. Still, she shivered and hugged herself wondering what had happened. “Was that the fucking devil?” she whispered, feeling insane.

The remainder of Trish’s day went normally. She spent the afternoon reconciling a spreadsheet with receipts, which was the ideal sort of work to forget about a mysterious disappearing stranger. She didn’t mention the encounter to anyone, not even Liam. They texted about dinner and other than a peculiar urge to make sure he got a good meal, Trish didn’t feel any closer to giving her boyfriend his magical desires. She wrapped up for the weekend and went home at her usual time, making certain no one lurked in the shadows behind her.

At home, she felt better about the ordeal, but she did keep all the lights in the house on. Liam noticed when he arrived home. “Tired of saving money on electricity?”

Trish gave him a mocking laugh. “It’s always so glum in here. I’ve been thinking for a while that we need more lamps and stuff. Maybe some of those fairy lights for some ambient glow.”

“Whatever you want, babe,” Liam answered. “Gonna grab a shower.” His phrasing dinged something in her head, and she followed him to the bathroom. She leaned against the counter with her arms folded as he undressed. He watched her with eyebrows raised, “What’s up?”

“If I asked what would truly make you happy would you answer?”

“Sure,” he said, running his fingers in the water to test the temperature. “Are you asking?”

Trish rarely saw her boyfriend naked in full light. He was more fit than she realized. Leaning over to test the water showed off sculpted thighs. Her attention had caused his cock to swell slightly, too. “Yes,” she said. “What would make you truly happy?”

“Just you,” he answered with a coy grin as he hopped into the shower and shut the curtain.

She made a low growl at him. “You said you’d answer. Tell the truth. What’s your biggest ‘desire’?” She tried to infuse the word with as much mockery as she could.

“What context are we talking here? I mean, I could use a pay raise. We could look into getting a house or something.”

“From me,” she said.

His head popped out of the curtain. He wiped water from his eyes, “Again, context?”

“I had a weird…conversation today with someone. It made me wonder about what you really want. Like, if I could give you what you really desire what would that be?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

His head ducked back inside the shower. “Well, after last night…I sort of fell asleep thinking that I wish it were easier for you to enjoy sex. Don’t get mad.”

Trish’s body flushed with excitement. The thought of Liam’s dick surged to the forefront of her mind. “Why would I get mad? I’m the one asking, aren’t I? I enjoy our sex. It’s just harder for girls sometimes.”

“And I understand, which is why I’m so lucky to have you.”

She chewed at her lower lip, wondering why her heartbeat had quickened and why she felt a need to touch herself. “But, what if it were different. What would you like me to do for you?”

Liam laughed, a carefree and good humored burst of sound that made Trish’s body want to melt into his arms. “You could start by taking showers with me.”

It was a joke. Trish knew it was a joke and reminded herself it was a joke as she stripped down. The look of shock on Liam’s face as she slipped into the shower with him was the punchline. He stood inches from her, water splattering on the back of his head as his cock rose to full attention, “Like this?” Trish brought her hands up to his chest and laid her palms flat against him as his arms arms wrapped around her. “Do you want me to wash you?” She turned, a brazen feeling seizing her, “Or do you want to wash me?”

Liam no longer looked amused, but concerned. “I’m confused, Trish. I don’t know what’s going on.”

See how bad it got. See how averse I’ve been to sex that when I’m naked and waiting in the shower with him that he thinks its a trap. How’d I get like this? Trish snuggled back against him, pressing her naked, wet ass into his hand. “I’ve been thinking, too. Maybe I’ve been having a hard time with sex because I’m too closed up. I want you to just tell me what you want. You’re in charge. I’ll do whatever you say. That takes away all my worries because I know if you say it, its something you really want, right?”

His eyes narrowed. He pushed a soapy loofah into her hand. “Ok, I’ll call your bluff. Pull your ass cheeks apart and wash while I watch.”

No, absolutely not, she thought, yet her hands moved of their own will. One grabbed her left cheek and the other pressed the loofah into the stretched opening. She doubted he could see anything, but Liam gawked all the same. As he moved, the water sprayed against her, washing away the soap and giving him a clear view of her asshole. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered. “You’re serious?”

“Yes,” she said. The words bubbled up out of the warmth stirring inside her, “I’ll do whatever you say. I’m yours.”

He turned her around and pulled her into a kiss. The soap washed away as his wet hands roved over her body. When they broke apart, he looked at her for a long while, staring deep in her eyes as she stared back. His cock throbbed against her as he said, “Dry off, get on the bed, stick your ass up in the air.”

Liam watched her the entire time she dried herself. He did the same, but in an inelegant hurry compared to her performance. She dabbed each droplet off her skin before walking as slowly as she could to the bed. She was enough of her old self to walk to the light switch, but Liam stopped her. “No. Leave the lights on.”

Reluctantly, she obeyed, feeling the thrill of doing what Liam told her. At the same time, beneath her docile obedience, her old resentments festered. This is what he truly desires? A mindless object he can fuck? She knelt down on the bed, scooting forward to position herself correctly. She arched her back as she lowered her body, leaving her naked ass bare and wiggling in the air. She could feel his eyes on her, seeing her pussy and probably her asshole in full light. I should stop this. He’s going to want this all the time now. I won’t even be a person any more to him, just a hole for him to fuck.

Liam moved to stand behind her. She expected to feel him hands roughly grope her ass before he shoved his cock in her pussy. Instead, he knelt beside the bed, and his tongue brushed lightly over her pussy. “Now, I’m going to do what I’ve really wanted for a long time now,” he whispered.

Trish braced for something which she was certain would be unpleasant. Liam’s fingers dug into her ass flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart. The cool air in the room ran down the naked crack until it was displaced by her boyfriend’s hot breath. She realized his intention right before it happened, causing a quick, excited gasp to escape her as his tongue pressed against her asshole. She’d never even let him touch her there and now he was eagerly licking around her anus. And it feels fucking amazing. This is his fantasy? This is his greatest desire? Eating my ass?

Another lick sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Her pussy was slick and eager for touch, but Liam’s hands remained firmly gripping her ass cheeks. “God, Liam, that feels amazing. You can eat my ass whenever you want.”

His tongue pressed against her hole, creating a pressure that made sparkles of pleasure in her. He pulled away and wiped his mouth. “Oh yeah? What else can I do? Want to know what I really want? I want a girlfriend who’s nothing more than a buttslut.” The tone in his voice changed slightly as he said it. The undertone of love and affection disappeared and only the lust remained. “You’ve always been so prudish about your ass when its your best feature. So nice and round and thick. Its the perfect ass for licking, for spanking, for fucking. That’s what I really want. That’s what I’ve been waiting for you to offer me for our whole relationship. I’ve been waiting for you to sit exactly like this with those thick cheeks pulled apart and your asshole winking at me to fuck it.”

Trish expected to feel revulsion or horror. How could the sweet man she’d known for years suddenly say something so terrible to her? Instead, her body bucked with an entirely unstimulated orgasm. She moaned, pushing forward into the bed and raising her ass even higher.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. My dirty little buttslut cums just from the idea of getting fucked in the ass.” Liam gave her rump a hard swat, leaving a bright red print on the left cheek. His thumb slid between and pressed against her asshole, making small circles against the exposed ring. “I don’t know what got into you today, but I’m glad you’re finally being sensible.” He moved closer to her, throbbing dick sliding between her cheeks. She could feel his precum smear along the inside of her ass cheeks, mingling with the saliva he’d left on her ass. He reached for a nearby drawer and a second later, cold goo slid over his cock and down her ass crack. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Trish stopped her immediate answer, fighting down whatever demon had possessed her for a few seconds. “Liam, something’s wrong with us. We’re not normally like this…there was a man today and I made a —”

“Yeah, Thaddeus,” Liam said. “I didn’t believe it either, but look at you now.”

“You…knew him?”

“He came to me this morning, said he could turn my girlfriend into whatever I most desired,” Liam slid his dick up and down her ass as he spoke. “I thought, fuck it, some weirdo says he can do magic, you go along with it until he’s gone. Then you hop in the shower with me, and I start thinking there’s something to it. This little voice in my head gets louder and tells me to do to you what I really want. And I want to fuck your ass, but first, you’re going to be my good bimbo buttslut and tell me to do it.”

The words he used rang in her head, buzzing around and making her feel slightly drunk. “The tongue was nice and you can touch it, but your dick is….you can fuck my pussy. Please Liam, fuck my pussy.”

“No,” he insisted, pressing the head of his cock directly against her asshole. She could feel the slippery oil between the glans and her anus. With only a little pressure, he would pop inside her. “The only way you get to cum as a buttslut is when I cum in your butt. So, tell me what you want me to do.”

Trish looked inside herself for the old insecurities and reservations. She found nothing. Why was I like that? What was I afraid of? Liam loves me so much that he wants his dick in my ass. He wants to fuck me every way he can, and I want him to do it! Fucking me in the ass makes him happy, so it makes me happy. “Do it,” she rasped in a lusty slur. “Shove your cock in my ass and fuck me until you cum.”

He made a low grown as he pressed forward, holding her firmly in place. She relaxed and the head of his cock slipped into her. She felt her body stretch around him, squeezing back at the entry. His cock felt twice as big as it pushed into her butt, a thought which barely registered as her brain flooded with pleasure. He pushed in as far as he could and held himself still while she adjusted, recovering from the gurgling mess of incoherent pleasure only slightly before he slid back out. She could feel his dick about to slip away right up until he shoved back inside.

The gentle approach vanished as his own demons took over. He held onto her hips and spread his legs for leverage, beginning to fuck her earnestly. She could feel every centimeter of his cock sliding in, feel it stretching her a little more each time, and feel his balls slap against her naked and wet pussy, knowing she would need to finger herself to feel anything inside it. She couldn’t spare the hand, though, needing both to keep her grip on the bed. Her tits dragged against the sheet as Liam pounded into her. She could hear his breath turning into groans and knew what was coming. She tried to brace herself, but it hit like a tidal wave.

Liam shoved his cock in her, the squelching sound of lube and precum being the final noise before his triumphant grunt of orgasm. Trish felt the heat of his cum splash inside her. She found the sensation curious before her own orgasm seared away any thought other than cum, butt, cum in my butt. She went limp, flopping forward as Liam kept his cock buried in her ass, enjoying the rhythmic pulsing of her asshole in time with her own orgasm. He pulled out with a jerk and spread her ass open to watch his cum leak out. “That’s what a good buttslut is for. Now, you’ll be waiting like this for me when I get home every day. You’ll start dinner, then strip down and come in here with your ass spread to wait. Once I’ve fucked you, you’ll go get my supper like a good bimbo while I get washed up. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck my dick for the rest of the night. And if you’re a very, very good girl, you can ride my cock with your pussy before bed.”

Trish gurgled in response, rolling over to her side. She could feel his spunk sloshing inside her butt, but that’s how it was supposed to be. I’m so lucky to have a nice boyfriend like Liam. He fills me up everyday with his cum. Loves my butt so much. It’s his favorite toy. I’m such a good buttslut. “Yes, Liam,” she answered.

“Oh, and at home, you can call me Master, and I’ll call you Buttslut.”

“Of course Master, what else would you call me. That’s my name!”