“Damn it…” Brenda said as she lifted her foot and adjusted the straps of her shoe as she stood beside her car.
When she was done she picked up her purse, looped it over her arm and wiggled her ass towards the parking garage door. As she passed the trunk of her car she caught sight of her license plate and fumed inwardly.
Six months ago it had been on her beautify new silver Mercedes-Benz S Class, elegant and stylish, it exuded her new reality after announcing her divorce. It was why she’d gotten the plate in the first place, to show she was no longer a bimbo trophy wife, but an “ex-barbie”.
Now it just reminded her of how wrong she had been.
She’d thought that The Perfect Divorce Service would be her freedom from Mike, giving her everything she wanted, but that had turned out to be the farthest from the truth.
Instead she found herself signing the paperwork that turned over her power of attorney to them, approving the sale of pretty much everything she owned including her Benz. Weeks later, when she returned from her recovery from all the plastic surgery she’d approved, her life was completely different.
Her closet was filled with tiny pink outfits that fit her new tits perfectly, her room was pink from floor to ceiling, and her prized license plate was on a cute little pink convertible.
She finally arrived at the elevators and hit the call button, standing there she impatiently waited until the doors opened and she stepped inside. Then she frantically rummaged through her purse until she found the pass card, swiped it, and hit the penthouse button.
When the doors opened she stepped out into Mike’s penthouse where he was waiting for her, “Baby!” she squealed and wiggled her ass over to him, throwing her arms around him, pressing her tits into his chest, and kissing him passionately.
Mike responded in kind, reaching around and grabbing her ass, giving it a good squeezed. He broke off the kiss and grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around, then reached up and grabbed her tits, pushing her top down over them.
She pushed her ass back into him and moaned, “Play with Barbie’s titties!” she squealed again, her hands reaching down to find his hardening shaft.
Before long she was bent over the arm of the couch, Mike’s dick deep in her pussy, and her voice begging him to play with his dolly.
Brenda felt Mike’s cum running down her inner thigh and could hear running water coming from the bathroom down the hall.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out, the onslaught of orgasms from Mike’s fucking was, well, fucking with her head.
As much as she wanted to never return, a little voice in the back of her head kept whispering how much better it would be if she just stopped trying to fight it. Just gave in. Just became Mike’s full time Barbie doll.
A shiver ran through her, first because in all the ways that mattered, she already was, but second because she knew she wasn’t even close.
There were more surgeries to be had, more things to forget, more porn to learn from.
Mike’s slap on her ass brought her out of her thoughts and she giggled, “Barbie’s been a baaaaad girl… spank Barbie!”
Mike didn’t bite though and instead just walked to the kitchen to get a drink.
Brenda knew he was done with her for the day, sos he managed to get herself to the bathroom and cleaned up before heading out. When she arrived at her car once more, a smile crossed her lips as she looked at the license plate.
She’d already ordered the new one “XXXDOLLXXX” and she couldn’t wait to put it on.
