How about a story or caption about this one; a married business woman alone in the hotel…?
Free Samples by The Sympathetic Devil
Starring Mrs. Lynn
Mrs. Lynn struggled to figure out how she had gotten inot this mess. She hadn’t left her hotel room I three days. The only part of the executive retreat she had attended was the opening social. That was when she had met George Fink and his sample case.
Most of the executives whose companies dealt in portable products had sample cases. Mrs. Lynn had her own there in the corner, full of the latest cosmetics her company had developed. It hadn’t been opened since she arrived. She had planned to determine the ideal time and audience. It was gauche of Fink to bring his to the social. But part of Mrs. Lynn’s reason for attending these things was to check out the competition and explore opportunities for synergy and collaboration. She would have thought herself a fool if she had declined a peek inside Fink’s sample case.
Three days later, she wasn’t sure if she should think herself a fool or not. Mr. Fink didn’t call her a fool. Everytime he visited her room (she had given him her card key) he called her a bimbo.
She had been insulted at first. But looking at herself in the hotel mirror, it was hard to argue that the term didn’t apply.
“You stupid bimbo,” she said to her reflection in the breathy sex-kitten voice she had developed since trying Fink’s sample of “Suspirant by BimboTech”. The inhaler had left her sounding like a phone sex ad. “What kind of dumb dumb puts her suit on without a blouse or underpants? You’ll never escape like that.”
None of her bras would fit anymore, what with the samples of “Busting Out Boobie Cream by BimboTech” George Fink had shared with her and so graciously helped, but she could at least put on panties. Yes, they did get damp awfully quickly since she had tried Fink’s “EverWet by BimboTech” but if she could contain herself long enough to get out of the hotel, maybe she could think clearly enough to know what to do about it.
Or at least find some young man who knew what to do about it…
No, she couldn’t think about that. She needed to think about getting a blouse on, putting her jacket back on, putting on panties, and making her way to the hotel lobby and into a cab, away from this trap Fink had lured her into. She could open the door and just walk out. She could take Fink’s samples with her. He had given her plenty. She didn’t need more…
The room lock beeped that someone had swiped the card. Mrs. Lynn froze guiltily. Had he known she was thinking about leaving? Would he be mad she wasn’t as naked as he had left her?
“Well good morning, Mrs. Lynn!” said George Fink, striding into her room with confidence in his well-tailored suit, his sample case in hand. “That is a GREAT look for you! It just screams ‘Chief Executive Bimbo’. You look lovely.”
Mrs. Lynn squirmed. She tried to be insulted by him calling her a Chief Executive Bimbo, but he thought she looked lovely! He liked her outfit! How could she not be pleased by that? Somehow, her pussy managed to get wetter than it already was and her nipples threatened to drill through the fabric of her jacket.
“I need to get to a meeting, so I don’t have time for another blow job, as talented as you’re becoming at that,” Fink apologized. “But I did want to give you another free sample!”
She couldn’t accept. She couldn’t accept. ‘No thank you, I can’t accept.’ That was all she had to say.
“What is it?” she asked.
Fink grinned wolfishly, opened up his case and brought out a long, transparent tapered rod.
“This one’s so new we don’t even have a name for it yet!” he explained. “It’s a wireless, interactive dildo! Here, slip it into that slick slit of yours.”
He handed it to her. She tried not to take it. She really tried. But it was a free sample!
“Put it in, Mrs. Lynn. You know you need it. You know you’re a helpless, horny bimbo,” Fink gently prodded.
And into her twat slipped the dildo. She needed it. She knew it. She was such a bimbo.
“Now what it does is it picks up the broadcast of any pornography you happen to be watching and customizes the stimulation accordingly! It’s going to revolutionize the porn industry! Once these babies get out, I expect more women will be buying porn than men! Here, let me show you how it works.”
Fink turned on the hotel television and selected the adults-only pay-per-view and charged the unlimited viewing package to her room. She tried to object. She tried to pull the dildo from her cunt. But she was just a silly bimbo. She knew it.
And once the images of people fucking came up on the TV, she couldn’t even remember why she even wanted to. The dildo started throbbing and buzzing in such a delightful way. It was like she was that diner waitress with the huge implants and the big burly trucker was bending her over the counter. She was coming within moments, screaming out in ecstasy in perfect sync with the actress she was watching.
“Isn’t it brilliant?” Fink exclaimed. “I knew you’d love it! You have fun! I’ll be back in a few hours. Maybe I’ll bring another free sample.”
Mrs. Lynn didn’t have to tell him she’d be there. She’d always be there, waiting for another free sample.
She was such a bimbo.
Two days later, Bimby giggled when the nice man came back in her room. She hoped he would give her more presents. And fuck her.
“Hello Bimby! The conference is over, and I’m afraid I’m all out of free samples,” the man said.
Bimby pouted. She liked free samples. And cock.
“But I was thinking,” the man said. “Since you like free samples so much, how would you like to BE a free sample?”
Bimby giggled. She liked that idea a lot!