I slammed into her with all that I had. She gasped and moaned as I ass-fucked her. My bimbo-wife squirmed on the table. Father Mallory watched on with approval in the White man’s eyes. I pounded my wife.
“Yesy yes!” squealed Desideria. My crotch smacked into her welted rump. “Assy fucky me, meu amor!”
“Anjinha!” I grunted, slamming to the hilt in her backdoor. I fucked my little angle. My little slut-angle hard and fast.
She squealed with such heavenly beauty. She always sounded so angelic when I fucked her. Angelic and whorish all at the same time. I thought she only made these sounds for me, but fucking Trent Halstad heard them. Felt them.
I slammed harder into her. I fucked my wife’s cheating asshole. Desideria squealed on the table, her passion echoing through the room. It was so hot to pound her. I fucked her with passion. I thrust into her anal sheath again and again. I hammered her hard and fast. I loved how she gripped me.
“Merda!” I growled, pounding her asshole. “You love it up the ass, don’t you, anjinha!”
“I lovey dovey lovey it, meu amor!” she gasped out, her asshole clamping down hard on me. “I’m gonna cummy on your biggie dickie. I lovey dovey you, meu amor!”
“I love you, too, anjinha!” I snarled, plowing to the hilt in her asshole. My nuts slapped into her taint. Desideria brought me to the brink of cumming. “Let me feel that whore-ass convulsing around me. You’re such a slut, anjinha!”
“A slutty slut-wifey, meu amor!” she gasped, her asshole convulsing around me. “I’m cummying! I lovey you!”
Her anal sheath convulsed around me. I groaned, savoring that wonderful sheath spasming around me. I grunted as I buried to the hilt in her asshole. She suckled at the tip of my cock. I threw back my head and came in my slut-wife’s asshole.
My jizz spurted hot into her asshole. The pleasure slammed through me. I grunted with each eruption. I loved this delight slamming through me. It was just amazing to experience. I grunted with each blast, loving this passion.
It was exciting having all this heat rushing through me. I dumped more and more of my cum into her anal sheath. Stars sparkled before me as I flooded her with all that I had. I filled her to the brim with my cum. It was amazing.
Wondrous.
“Fodor!” I cursed. “You have such a great ass, anjinha!”
“I lovey dovey your cock, meu amor!” Desideria squealed as her asshole suckled at my dick. She milked my cock. “Lovey you and your cock, meu amor!”
I groaned, the pleasure slamming through me. It was so great to dump my cum into her whore-ass. To dominate Desideria for being such a slut. Her anal sheath writhed around my cock, working out the last of my jizz. I panted, my cock buried in her.
I savored her asshole rippling around my cock before I pulled out of her. She spun around and dropped to her knees before me. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my dirty dick. I was in shock. I grinned at her.
“She’s a good wife now,” said Father Mallory. “You’re bimbo-wife now. Use her how you wish, but she better be there for Sunday mass to be a slut for the other men.” His phone dinged.
“Yes, Father,” I groaned as my wife bobbed her head, happily sucking on my dick. She stared up at me with such empty-headed love in her eyes. “Anjinha.”
She did love me. My anger melted away as he suckled.
* * *
Father Patrick Mallory
I closed the door behind me and checked my phone. I had a new notification from the Bimbo App.
Give Bimbo Harlot back to her husband! 3 Faith Crystals earned!
That brought me up to 10 Faith Crystals. That was good. I headed back to my car, feeling great about things. I was charging my church. Mrs. Teixeira was her husband’s responsibility, as was proper. Men were supposed to rule their wives, and they were supposed to submit to their husbands. If one wanted to be a whore, well, she would be a whore for her husband.
She just had to be at church for Sunday Mass to be a slut for the other men. And me.
I wondered who my next bimbo-harlot would be. I was eager for that, my dick so hard. I almost stuck around to fuck Mrs. Teixeira as she suckled on her husband’s dirty dick, but I had to get back to the church. I was worried about those two bimbo-nuns.
I was right to be as my phone rang not a minute later. I pulled it out of my pocket and put it on speaker phone. It was Sister Evelyn Maria calling, one of the normal nuns. “Yes, Sister?”
“Father, you have to get back here right now!” she gasped. “You would not believe… I cannot believe… Stop that, Sister Bethany Anne! Stop trying to… Don’t! Don’t! Just hurry back, Father!”
“Fathery Mallory said to–” The line went dead before Sister Bethany Anne finished that statement.
Lord, I could not let those bimbo-nuns out of my sight. At least not until things were full under my control. I drove back to the church and arrived a few minutes later. I hoped out of my car and rushed up to the front doors. I burst into the worship hall to find Sister Evenly Maria staring down at both of my bimbo-nuns. They were naked now save for their wimples wrapped around their heads, their faces smeared in pussy cream. They kept trying to kiss each other, but sister Evelyn Maria hissed at them.
“Stop that, you dirty slatterns!” the exasperated nun cried. “Father, look at these harlots! They were… Were… doing homosexual things with each other in their rooms! When I burst in on them, they ran out here to keep doing their perverse acts.”
“That’s okay,” I said to the mannish nun. She had a very… unfortunate face. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, glaring at me. It was almost bony. She wasn’t even that old, barely thirty. “I know just how to fix it.”
I aimed my phone at her.
“How is that going to fix anything?” demanded Sister Evelyn Maria. She scowled at me. “Taking a picture of me won’t do a thing.”