Housewife Bimbo Ch. 07

Florence is passed to another randy guy

Florence was hypnotised to be a stupid blond bimbo, called Candy. It started out as a fun game with her husband, only it all went wrong while he wasn't around to protect her. Being hypnotised for several weeks deepened the influence, until Florence lost all control of the bimbo persona. Candy was stupidly doing whatever she was told to do, and Florence had to withstand the consequences.

Every time Candy slept with a guy, it affected Florence too, as it was her body being used. Arousal swamped her brain with hormones, meaning Florence became as sexually excited as Candy. She had no choice, except to go along with Candy's stupid behaviour. Florence was in despair. She was beginning to believe the rest of her life would be spent as Candy, the stupid bimbo.

***

Craig was fed-up being stuck with the dumb bimbo. He couldn't leave her alone in the apartment for too long, as she would get into some sort of trouble. Yesterday she left the gas stove on without lighting it, and nearly blew up the apartment. He was getting cabin fever, so he just had to get out and meet some friends.

His sister, Catherine, paid him to look after Candy, without revealing who she was.

Catherine had fallen for Florence's husband, and left the woman with Craig to keep her out of the way. It had been easy to manipulate the woman while she was a stupid bimbo, so ordered her to obey Craig, as a boyfriend. Leaving her with Craig, left Catherine free to move in on Florence's husband.

'Come on we're going out,' he told her.

'Like, wow, we going shopping then?' Candy brightly said.

'Maybe. Haven't you got anything else to wear?' he asked, sounding exasperated.

He didn't know what his sister had brought with Candy, as she walked around the apartment in her underwear. He liked to watch her large breasts bounce in the small under-wired cups. He looked through the wardrobe as he couldn't trust her to pick something decent. There wasn't much to choose from.

His sister had brought Candy over with the most terrible outfits she had. He figured Catherine had done this on purpose. He looked her over, and decided she'd picked the least gaudy of the outfits. The short pink dress would have looked cute on a kid, but she was well over eighteen. If the lighting was poor she could be mistaken for being much younger, except a pair of large breasts were a clue to her real age.

'Just try and keep the dress down,' he told her.

Florence was grateful to Craig for giving Candy such a basic instruction. Candy took everything he said as an order, and was stupid enough to follow literally whatever he said.

That nasty bitch, his sister, packed the clothes. The underwear sets were flimsy and see-through. The outfits Mable bought were suitable for a young teenager, and unfortunately Candy loved the pink Barbie outfits. One of the t-shirt's had emblazoned across the chest, "Barbie Girl", in large glittery letters. The only pair of panties that wasn't a g-string, had "Barbie" written on them.

What her panties were like under jeans, or even a long skirt, didn't matter. All Candy had to wear were short skirts, and dresses. They seemed to be designed to balloon up on the slightest breeze. Florence was naturally reluctant to leave the apartment looking like a fool.

She also wanted to stay in case Catherine returned to take her home. Knowing the woman was moving in on her husband, she considered it a forlorn hope. Resigned to her fate, she retreated into a corner of her mind, letting Candy carry on with her stupid behaviour.

'Cool! Like, it's nice to be out with my boyfriend,' Candy cooed.

She had an arm wrapped in Craig's as they walked into a pool hall. He sat her down and walked over to a friend. The place was empty, and he didn't like the idea of spending time with the stupid guy. One was driving him mad, so between the two of them he would lose it altogether.

'How you doing, Mickey?' Craig asked.

'Alright, I guess. Who's she? Your new girlfriend?' Mickey asked.

He wasn't going to admit to that, so he said, 'No. I'm looking after her for my sister.'

'Nice,' Mickey commented.

'Look Mickey, would you do me a favour? I just want you to look after her for a couple of hours. I need to do some stuff,' he asked.

'Sure, no problem. You off to score? You can bring back some for me, yea?'' Mickey beamed a smile of anticipation.

'No, nothing like that. Look, she just needs watching, otherwise she gets into bother. Come over here Candy,' he said.

Candy was sitting chewing gum, like a contented cow. She skipped over to the two of them, looking pert and happy.

Mickey watched her tits bounce, with the little dress bouncing up in time with them. He could see what his friend meant about her getting into trouble.

'This is Mickey, he's going to look after you while I'm gone. Do as he tells you,' he firmly told her.

Florence silently groaned in dismay. She knew something would go wrong while the stupid one was out, away from the apartment. Surely Craig knew what Candy was like, and that it wasn't safe leaving her. Over the last few weeks she'd been passed from one young man to another, with nothing she could do about it.

'Alright, whatever,' Candy casually said.

Candy was busy chewing gum, and preening her long blond hair. She didn't even look back at Craig, as he quickly escaped the foolish pair.

'So, Candy, do you want a game?' Mickey nervously asked.

'Like yea, of course. But,' she said, with a deep frown on her face. 'I'm supposed to be a good girl, so I can't play around with you,' Candy said, looking disappointed.

'Eh? Why not?' he asked.

'Like, no, you're not my boyfriend, so I can't play games with you,' she said.

He still didn't get it. 'Who's your boyfriend then?' he asked.

'Well, like, it's Craig, of course,' she told him.

'Oh? He said you aren't his girlfriend,' Mickey shrugged.

'Really? Like, I thought I was. Oh! Like, that's why he dumped me just now. He doesn't want me anymore,' she said, looking confused. 'Geez, that's bad. Like, I guess, that's why I've got to do as you tell me,' she said, looking confused.

'If I'm telling you what to do, I can tell you to play,' he said.

'Oh? I'm not sure. I can only play with a boyfriend. I've got to be a good girl, or I'll be spanked,' she groused.

'Who'll spank you?' he asked, sounding protective.

'Err, like, someone. If I'm naughty, and don't do as I'm told. Like, I have to do as you tell me, so, I guess it's you. Like, really, yuk. You'll spank me, if I don't do as I'm told,' she lamented.

Mickey was as confused as much as she looked it. She looked older than him, yet she was dressed, and acted younger. He wasn't very bright, but even he could tell she was dumb. He liked the look of her, and that she didn't make fun of him. He gave her a big smile, and was about to tell her he wouldn't spank her, whatever she did.

'Like, geez, Mickey, I don't have a boyfriend now. Would you be my boyfriend?' she asked.

Florence knew this would happen. It seemed so terribly inevitable. The stupid bimbo was moving on to yet another boy. He sounded dim, but maybe he would treat her well, and look after her. The stupid bimbo needed keeping out of trouble.

'Sure, that would be great. I think you're wonderful. I really want to be your boyfriend. Do you want to play a game now?' he said, nodding at the pool table.

'Now you're my boyfriend, of course! Anything you like,' she cooed.

She wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a deep kiss. He stumbled back in surprise. He wasn't used to girls throwing themselves at him. He'd had a girlfriend, just the one, but they hadn't gone far. She was certainly a good kisser.

'Maybe we should play a game?' he quietly said.

'Like, what game do you like? I like being trained. I was trained to be a cheerleader, watch!' she screeched, with excitement.

Candy bent at the waist, and grabbed her ankles. The dress was pulled up showing off a g-string, pulled tight between her cheeks. He took a step forward, as though it were a magnet.

She looked over her shoulder at him, and smiled. 'Like, do you think I'm good?' she asked.

Florence remembered the young guy who pretended to train her as cheerleader, and winced. The boy took her home to train her for sex, teaching her all sorts of despicable sexual acts. She was now proficient at deep throat, which was something she hadn't even performed with her husband. Candy became addicted to orgasms so much, she'd become a dirty slut.

This boy was eighteen, and as randy as them all. Confronted with her bare ass, he was sure to take advantage.

'Err, that's good,' he weakly spoke. 'You'll be able to lean over the pool table really well.'

'OK! I can do that, if that's where you want me,' she enthused, and bent over the pool table.

'That's good,' he said, wondering what she was doing.

He wondered why she kept showing him her bare bottom. It was nice, and worth showing off, but it made him nervous.

She looked over her shoulder at him, with a sensuous look, though he didn't register it. He was too busy ogling her ass.

'Do you want me to drop my panties?' she eagerly asked.

Even Mickey caught on to what was meant. The hard-on in his trousers twitched, and grew another inch.

'Fuck!' he said. Not meaning to be rude, it just escaped.

'Mmm, yes, please! Candy loves fuck games. Like, Candy really loves to orgasm,' she quickly responded.

It sounded as though she was desperate when she spoke quickly, in case he changed his mind. She pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. She shuffled her feet apart, and looked over her shoulder.

'Come on, Mickey! Candy wants a scrummy orgasm,' she giggled.

On automatic he freed his cock, for it to keenly bounce up as though on alert for pussy. Mickey's hard-on pulled him into position, and nestled itself between her cheeks. She grabbed his cock, and pushed it where she wanted. She urgently pushed back, impaling herself onto his rock hard cock. She'd become such a slut over the last couple of weeks, she was more than ready for him.

He was so scared he didn't move. She waited a short moment, then took the initiative. She ground back on him, pushing, and gyrating her hips. She lifted up on tiptoe, and leaned forward, to get his cock where it mattered most. He started to push into her, as she pushed back. His cock hit her g-spot and she let out a groan of pleasure.

Florence's mind was flooded with sexual excitement. The pleasure centres of her mind were overcome, pushing aside all reluctance. She too was carried away on a magic carpet of lust, floating high with arousal.

Candy soon had an orgasm. Her breathing calmed, and when she became aware, she realised he was still hard inside.

'Oooo! Like massive! Candy wants another scrummy orgasm. Like wow!' she yelped.

She didn't have to prompt him this time. He began to pound away at her pussy. His loins squashed her cheeks when he thrust in deep. Every time he hit deeply, she let out a little squeal of pleasure. He started to spurt inside her. Sensing it, she cum long and hard.

Another all-embracing orgasm overcame Candy, and Florence. She lay over the pool table, with him drooping over her back. It was his first orgasm with a beautiful woman. He thought he'd just made love to a twenty year old bimbo. Instead, he'd taken, or been taken by, a mature married woman.

Florence was far from being stupid, as she had a first class business degree. He was completely unaware that she was hypnotised to behave like a stupid, blond bimbo. It wouldn't have made much difference to either of them at that moment, while they were wrapped in the afterglow of a deeply felt orgasm.

'Oh! Yes! Mickey, I'm your girlfriend now. Like, I belong to you after two wonderful orgasms. Candy loved having two orgasms. Like, wow!' she exclaimed, with delight.

'Yea, you are my girlfriend, you really are,' he whispered in an ear.

'You must tell me what you like. I love being trained. Do you think I'm a well trained, bimbo?' she innocently asked.

'What? If that's what you want. OK, then. You are, you're a wonderful bimbo,' Mickey sincerely told her.

'Oooo! Cool. Candy so wants to please her new boyfriend. Like, really, train me to be your perfect, bimbo, please!' she begged him.

'Sure, just let me get my breath back,' he said.

He grabbed his cock, to tuck it in before anyone walked in.

'Please, sir. Like, can Candy clean up?' she asked.

'Sure,' he said, unsure what she meant.

She grabbed his cock, and sucked it into her mouth. He was astonished to see it disappear between luscious day-glow, pink lips. Of course he knew about a blow job, but she was licking and swallowing the remains of their sex session. The way she was juicily sucking, and licking his cock, it trembled in an attempt to rise from the dead.

She was making a meal of it, with a big smile of enjoyment on her face. When she moaned, the vibration of her voice tickled. She gently held his balls, and played with them. From virgin to a second time, was going to be a record if she carried on.

Letting go produced a popping sound, from the tight suction.

She said, 'If Candy isn't doing it right, you must train Candy to be a good cock sucker. Just the way you like it.'

Florence winced at the terrible things the stupid one was saying. It wasn't as though Candy needed training, she was already a complete slut.

Her eyes held such innocence, and sincerity, he wanted to hold her tight and declare his love. He looked around to see if it was another of his friends tricks. They were always sending him on errands for stupid reasons. Though, if it really was a trick, he wouldn't mind in the slightest.

'Just wait, let me get my breath back,' he told her.

She sat back on her haunches, waiting for him to give her permission to continue.

'Can Candy have your cock please?' she eventually asked.

'Let's get out of here. We can go someplace more comfortable,' he said.

'Like, yea, whatever. I've got to do what my boyfriend says, of course,' she said.

Her lips pouted, indicating she just wanted his cock, and here would do. He straightened his clothes, and she followed him out.

Florence was still recovering from having her mind flooded with sexual emotion. Candy didn't seem hardly effected, and always recovered quickly. Perhaps it was because Florence had simply been taken, without being consulted. She couldn't think about it too deeply, as her thoughts were in turmoil from being fucked by another stranger.

'Are you going to buy me some clothes?' Candy asked.

'Err, what do you want?' he asked.

He looked her over, and figured it might be a good idea. Even to him she looked stupid in the Barbie outfit. He wouldn't be embarrassed to introduce her to friends as his girlfriend, whatever she wore. He wanted to keep her happy, so they drove to a mall.

Florence should have been upset to be taken away by stranger, but she was still recovering from a double orgasm. Her thoughts were in limbo, letting Candy wander away with yet another eighteen year old. Not that she could do much about it, after being hypnotised as Candy for so long. The stupid bimbo was in charge, and she was merely along for the ride.

***

'Oh! Like wow! This looks so cool!' Candy exclaimed.

Mickey was embarrassed from being in a girl's clothing store. This was another first for him. She looked so sexy, he just nodded his head. Of course she could have the white pants.

'The pink panties show,' she said.

Of course he noticed, but didn't think it mattered.

'Can I look for a top to go with them?' she asked.

Her pleading look couldn't be refused. She trolled through the t-shirts and tops, until she found a plain white t-shirt. Her excitement was infectious. Again she came out of the changing room, looking ravenous. He tried to hide his hard-on, but it kept springing up.

The store wasn't a place where his mother would shop, for she would dismiss it as being cheap. The cut off t-shirt, and stretchy pants certainly looked cheap. The t-shirt was too low cut to hide much.

'Err, aren't you going to wear the dress?' Mickey asked.

'Nooo! Candy wants to wear the new clothes her new boyfriend bought her,' she pouted.

'But, don't you need to, err, wear something, err, over them,' he tried to say.

'Like, noooo, I can't wear a pink dress over white pants,' she said. 'Please!' she whined.

The t-shirt had a derogatory phrase written over her chest. The letters stretched across her large breasts, emphasised them, and certainly drew attention to her big tits. She solved the problem of the panty-line, by removing them. The white yoga pants were stretched thinly, over her ass, and pussy.

'I thought you had to wear something over tights?' he asked.

The poor guy looked mystified over the complications of women's clothing. On stage, perfectly decent women could wear hardly anything. At the beach a woman could wear a bikini, yet be upset over showing off her panties. Candy wasn't showing off her panties, yet what was usually hidden in them, was being flaunted.

It was worse than letting the dress blow up, to reveal her bare ass in a thong. The yoga pants were thin enough to show everything. She pulled at her bottom, to dig them out of her cheeks. It just served to pull the front tighter between her lips. When she took a step or two, the stretchy material dug deeper into her crotch and bottom.

'Nooo, like, they're not tights, they're yoga pants. Like, I can wear pants, with a t-shirt, yea?' she said.

'OK. The t-shirt, err, the words?' he asked, sounding worried.

Candy looked at the slogan in the mirror, with a puzzled expression.

'It says, "Sexy Bimbo Slut",' he told her.

'Wow, my boyfriend is soooo, clever. You read foreign! Do you think I'm a sexy bimbo slut?' she asked.

He grinned, and couldn't help telling her, 'You're a super sexy bimbo slut.'

She hugged him, while rubbing her nipples over his shirt. 'Candy loves her new boyfriend to bits. Like wow! Candy will do anything her boyfriend wants,' she gushed.

She kissed him full on, and rubbed her pelvis up and down his leg.

At the desk the assistant took her clothes to bag them. She dangled the tiny panties over the bag as though they were likely to bite, before dropping them in. She zapped the labels for the top and tights.

'Where's the label for the panties,' she said. Looking over the edge of the counter answered her question. 'No panties,' she said, in a superior tone of voice.

'I wondered who would buy that t-shirt. It suits you,' the girl said, with a look of disdain.

Mickey didn't like the way she was talking to Candy. 'She's my girlfriend,' Mickey lamely said.

The girl looked from one to the other. The self declared bimbo was older than him, though it was difficult to say by how much. The woman chewed gum and giggled, like a professional bimbo. He didn't look too bright either.

'Thank you, I just love being a sexy bimbo slut,' Candy declared.

'I'm sure you do,' the girl grimaced. 'Have a nice slutty day.'

Maria thought she was a cut above the people shopping here, for the cheap tacky clothes they sold. Looking at that one, wiggling her ass toward the door, it figured she was dead right.

Mickey liked that men were looking at his girlfriend in the mall. She was snuggling up to him, walking hip to hip toward the exit. She oozed sexuality, leaving him feeling privileged to be her boyfriend. They stopped to look at shoes in a store front, where Candy simpered over the high heels.

In the reflection, Florence could see how lewdly she was dressed, and cringed. The stupid one was showing off her body, by wearing nothing but a push up bra, a skimpy top, and a pair of skin tight leggings. Usually, men would be staring at her breasts, whereas now, they were staring at her bottom, and a distinct camel toe. Her bottom was cleaved in two. When she walked, her butt muscles were clearly shown, wriggling around in the stretchy material.