Chloe, page 2
part #3 of Bimbos from Space Series
When Gabriel scoops her up she almost shouts with glee. This is exactly the type of fun she wants to have. He tries to distract her with word games but she has her eyes on the prize. When he finally strips she feasts her eyes on his broad, muscular shoulders; his perfect, washboard abs; and the wonder that is his cock. It’s huge, uncut and thick. She licks her lips remembering the taste.
The time she spends with Gabriel is beyond words. She wonders if she’ll get the chance to enjoy him again once they’re back from their mission. She dismisses the thought. Today was fun and tomorrow is another collection day. Getting home is too far into the future to worry about. She makes sure to pat Gabriel on the chest on her way out so that she can inject him with the tracking particles contained in her manicured fingernails. It’s painless, and now TIM can find him.
She goes to Carlos’ room and while she hugs him goodbye she injects him as well. On her way out the door she grabs her clothing and shoes but she keeps Gabriel’s shirt on. She likes it. It’s like her own personal spoil of war.
She’s whistling as she heads back to the ship and she only gets lost twice. She bets she has the best story to tell the other girls. It will be nothing like last time when she didn’t have anything to share. She loves her job.
GABRIEL
Gabriel rarely sleeps with a girl more than once. Between his career and the size of his dick he has women lined up for the chance to suck him. This girl is special. Not because he has some sort of emotional attachment to her that’s not his thing, but because he wants to sleep with her again. He just had two of the most powerful orgasms of his life with no refractory period between.
This girl seems perfect: submissive, round ass, big tits, and no inhibitions. He entertains the thought of keeping her in his room where she will drop to her knees or bend over for his dick whenever he wants her to. He dismisses the idea. Invite a woman to stay for the night and she thinks you should pay for her life, however, he is definitely going to get her number. She’ll make an excellent booty call.
He’s not going to hang out around the corner from the guest bathroom waiting for her though. He doesn’t wait on women. They wait for him. Instead he has Lucas wait for her. By the time Lucas brings her back he’s getting impatient. The sight of her in her little towel brings back some of his good mood. It rises again when he sees that she’s just as beautiful without makeup as she is with it. He dismisses Lucas and turns to Chloe. She does this cute little wiggle-hop thing.
“Hi! I don’t know your name, but your dick was my favorite.”
He takes her small hand in his huge one. “I’m Gabriel. You are going to give me your number.”
She laughs, “Or you could give me something else right now,” and she drops the towel covering her on the floor.
Gabriel checks with his dick. Yup, it’s hard. He’s not going to question his good luck. He slings Chloe over his shoulder and carries her to his room. This time he’s not going to share her. Watching her simultaneously get railed from behind while she sucked cock had been arousing, getting to rail her himself had been even better, but there a few things he likes that he thinks are better without an audience.
He takes the stairs two at a time enjoying the way her tits smack into his shoulder and the shaking of her ass under his hand. He makes it to his room in record time and kicks the door shut behind him. He tosses his woman on his bed and watches all her soft bits jiggle as she bounces. For as long as she’s in his bed she belongs to him.
“You are such a slut.”
“Why would you say that?”
“You must be dumb and a slut.”
“No, I’m not; I’m a bimbo!”
“That’s exactly what that means.”
“Oh,” There’s a long pause. “I’m a dumb slut!”
If she wasn’t so hot Gabriel would walk away, but it’s not like she needs a high IQ to be good at fucking.
“Say you’re mine.”
“Your what?”
“Say you’re my dumb slut.”
“I’m your dumb slut.”
Gabriel tilts her head back and stares into her eyes. “Say it like you mean it.”
She looks at him and purrs, “I’m your dumb slut.”
“Yes, you are. You’re my bimbo and bimbos do what they’re told.”
“Really?”
“Are you going to obey or not?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ll do what you say.”
“Good, because I’m getting real sick of your mouth. If you’re too stupid to make sense, you’re too stupid to talk.”
Gabriel gets a ball gag out of his dresser and walks over to his slut. He’s never had such a frustrating conversation with someone before. He settles the ball between her mouth and looks at her.
“You can tap out, but if you do you don’t get any of my dick, and you want my dick don’t you?”
His slut nods hard. He buckles the gag behind her head.
“Now I’m going to lay you over my lap and spank you for being such a dumb slut. You deserve to be spanked, don’t you?”
His slut nods. He strips his tank top and shorts off and sits on the end of his bed before pulling her over his lap. He gathers her hands in one hand and pins them to the small of her back. The delectable globes of her ass quake under his hand. Her muffled moans are music to his ears and he slaps first one side than the other. He roughly gropes her ass shaking each handful before letting go and slapping her again. He moves back and forth until both cheeks are a glowing pink. If he had longer he’d turn her red, but he doesn’t have all night.
He drops her in the middle of the bed on her back. He pulls her hands over her head and places them on the headboard. She grabs on and he admires the sight she makes spread out in front of him. He straddles her positioning his dick between her tits. He grabs her full, round tits and roughly plays with them. She squirms underneath his hands and lets go of the headboard. He sits back and refuses to touch her until she puts her hands back and then he leans in and slaps her tits with his dick. His rock-hard shaft sends a wave through her soft flesh. The drops of pre-cum that are already beading on his dick fly through the air and land on her face. She moves her face like she’s trying to reach it, but she can’t stick out her tongue out around the ball gag.
He pushes his dick further into the valley between her tits and then presses them together until they engulf his dick. He shoves into the warm tunnel his pre-cum slicking the way. He revels in her pillowy softness. He thumbs her nipples as he rubs his dick back and forth. He wishes he could freeze frame the sight in front of him. His slut is drooling around her gag, her enormous tits engulfing his dick, and her hands are gripping the headboard. As amazing as this is he wants to move on to the honey pot. He twists her nipples and moves down her body.
He slaps the head of his dick against her clit enjoying how she writhes and tries to scream around the gag. She’s so much better at being the slut she was made to be when she can’t speak. She has a body made to serve him, and a voice made to be muffled.
He finally settles the head of his dick against the entrance to her tight cunt. He leans forward and sucks the pink bud of a nipple into his mouth and bites down. With one hand he twists and pinches her other nipple. He knees are clamped around her thighs and don’t do much to hold up his weight, but he’s strong enough to do it with his remaining arm —just another thing his hours at the gym are good for. He keeps abusing her nipples while he drags the head of his cock through the wetness seeping from her cunt.
With one hard movement he drives his dick into her cunt. It squeezes around him like a vice and he grunts in pleasure. With every thrust he gets harder and it’s nothing like any sex he’s ever had before. He has endless stamina and every thrust kicks his arousal up another notch. He wants to drive into her hot, tight cunt for days, but when her cunt starts convulsively clenching around his shaft he can’t hold back his orgasm.
He cums forever, filling her with load after load of his thick, creamy cum. He shoots into her until his cum is leaking out around his dick and squelching messily against his balls and her thighs. He’s never experienced pleasure this intense or that has lasted this long. Plowing into this soft, curvy body he feels more virile and masculine than ever. He roars when he finally pushes his last pulse of cum deep in her body and collapses against her.
A minute later she rolls him off her with one big shove and sits up. He’s trying to regain use of his upstairs brain while she unbuckles her gag and asks if she can have one of his shirts. He nods weakly and watches her pull on one of his jerseys like it’s a dress. She pats him on the chest and says, “That was fun. You have a great dick!” and leaves. Ten minutes later it hits him. He doesn’t have her number. Dammit. With how good she made him feel he might have even let her talk next time.
TIM
TIM can feel his processors becoming over taxed. The Bimbo Battalion may be the end of him long before they finish their mission. Chloe’s call is just the latest in a string of requests from the bimbos. There seems to be no end to the odd situations these women can get themselves into, including getting stuck in a tree and running over telephone pole. With their complete lack of stealth, one of them is going to be caught hauling a man over her shoulder before they complete their mission. He has to come up with a better solution. He decides to repurpose a couple of repair drones for subject retrieval.
A couple of hours after telling Chloe that she wasn’t allowed to collect the subjects personally she still hasn’t even left the subjects’ location. He needs her to be far from them before he can subtly collect them. Her excitement is sure to draw attention, plus he needs to start giving the bimbos alibis just in case. It takes another two hours before she’s alone and he can contact her. She wants to chatter about how much fun she’s had and it’s as difficult as he’s come to expect to get her attention. He has to assure her multiple times that he has a plan to collect her “Gabriel” and “Carlos” before she’ll leave the location.
He ends up spoofing a call from the men’s coach and taking control of their car via drone after gassing them with a sedative through the air circulation system. It ends up being far easier than having to guide a bimbo through bringing specimens to the ship. Their senses of direction are nearly non-existent.
Chloe is so excited as to be nearly indecipherable when she returns. She refuses to leave the specimen room until she personally watches her two specimens be loaded into the cyro-pods and put into storage for the rest of the mission. At least she has fulfilled the mission that she was designed for.
TIM just hopes that he can do the job he was made for without the resources that he needs. He’s already cannibalized a number of back-up systems and re-purposed others to carry out his job of supporting and protecting the Bimbo Battalion. Assuming the remaining bimbos each bring back a single specimen they will be half-way done. With any luck they can make it through two more collection cycles. If he could sigh he would, a programmed being should not have to rely on luck.
NEXT: DARCY’S STORY
Darcy bounces in place waiting for TIM to give them the go-ahead for their next collection period. She’s already successfully gathered two specimens and had loads of fun —and was filled with loads of cum— while she did it. She can’t imagine that this time will be much different although she did hear about something interesting she wants to check out. Apparently there are places called “strip clubs” where virile males gyrate and preform mating displays for an audience. She decides to start her hunt there.
Lexi Harder, Chloe
