“Shit,” I groaned. “Oh, shit, that’s good. That’s really, really good!”
“It is!” Tina declared. “Yummy pussy and lovey-dovey cock! So goody good good!”
She feasted on Cherry, licking at my sister’s twat. I loved it as I slammed over and over into Tina’s cunt. Her hot twat squeezed down on me. She held me tight as I fucked into her. I buried to the hilt in her snatch, the pressure in my nuts building and building.
I slammed hard into her twat, loving this delight swelling in me. I would have such a huge orgasm. So would all my women. They were building toward it. Gasping and moaning out their delight. Mom tossed her head, her big boobs jiggling.
“Yay, Mommy’s gonna cum, cum, cum on her little kitten-slut!” She groped her tits. “Cherry! Cherry! Such a good kitten-slut!”
“Purr!” Cherry moaned as Mom bucked and squealed out her orgasm.
I loved the sight of my bimbo-mommy cumming. It was so wild. Cherry bucked a moment later, moaning into Mom’s pussy as she drowned Tina in pussy juices. I loved it. One bimbo cumming then another. I slammed into my girlfriend’s cunt.
“Eric! Eric! My pussy loves you!” squealed Tina as her cunt went wild around my dick.
Her pussy most certainly did love me. It was an incredible delight to have her cunt rippling around my cunt. Her twat danced around my dick. She suckled at me. I groaned, loving the feel of her snatch nursing at me. The heat swept through me.
I buried into her and gave her my love.
“Tina!” I groaned. “Take it, you bimbo-slut!”
“Your lovey-dovey cummies!”
Her cunt suckled at my erupting dick. I pumped blast after blast of my jizz into her writhing snatch. The pleasure shot through me. Stars burst across my vision. The ecstasy fired over and over, filling my body with rapture.
Euphoria brimmed in me as I erupted over and over into my bimbo-girlfriend’s hot cunt. I hosed her down with my jizz. The heat burned through me. I groaned, savoring that pleasure as I pumped all my spunk into her pussy.
I panted as the three bimbos whimpered through their orgasm. Mom swayed on Cherry. I groaned as Tina’s cunt rippled around my dick a few more times. She nursed on me. It felt amazing to have her snatch convulsing around me.
“Shit,” I breathed and pulled my dick out of her cunt. “You bimbos…”
I felt amazing as the three of them were all mewling their pleasure. I picked up my phone and saw that I still had 10 Bimbo Crystals. But at least Tina had reached Level 2. After Spanking Slut came Bondage Slut. I was surprised by that. I was taking her down a BDSM path?
I tapped it.
Her head shot up and she whimpered. She looked antsy like she needed to be tied up. Or handcuffed. Did we even have anything to tie her up with? Maybe some rope out in the garage from when Dad had taken us camping years ago before he split with his young, hot girlfriend.
I got it. I truly got why he split on Mom. The old her was a shrew. A nagging bitch. Being a bimbo had greatly improved her. I was just about to go and check the garage when a new warning flashed across the screen of my phone.
“Molly Waters is about to go on stage. Do you want to watch?”
I tapped YES and a camera feed from the club appeared on my phone. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I streamed the image to it and watched a stage surrounded by guys. It was security camera footage.
“Let’s Give it up for the naughty Mrs. Waters!” the DJ cried. “A married MILF here to shake her big tits and gorgeous ass! And guys, she’s willing to do so much if you buy a lap dance. So much!”
Cheers erupted as the curtains threw back and Mrs. Waters appeared wearing a trench coat. She didn’t have that before. Her brown hair fell in glossy waves as she strutted out in her heels and thigh-high stockings. I grinned. The rope could wait. I had to watch her first dance.
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Mrs. Molly Waters
That was me! The man just said my name. Now I get to dance for all those horny men. I was so happy. I loved, loved, loved showing off my body. I stepped out in my new outfit. The nice strippers were oh, so kind to dress me up in slutty wear so I could shake my mommy milkers and my booty.
What neat words. Mommy milkers! I loved them.
The men wolf-whistled and cheered as I strutted out on stage in my heels. My pussy was so wet, just soaking the naughty underwear I wore. The music pulsed around me. It felt so right. I don’t think I had ever done this before, but it was so hard to think. My mind was all warm and soft and gooey.
Thinking was dumb. I should just dance!
I swayed to the music, the men throwing all these little bills on the ground. Those were so neat. I had to collect those. Eric would want that. It would make him happy, and I just lived to make Eric so happy.
And to fuck cocks.
To make Eric happy and to be fucked by big, throbbing dicks and sprayed with cum and coated in jizz and drenched in spunk were all the things that I wanted. So I danced in the trench coat, the men clapping and cheering. They loved me.
I wiggled my hips and undid the belt of my trench coat. I ripped it open and revealed the corset that held my big and softy mommy milkers into a pair of jiggling mounds. I had a pair of panties that clung to my rump. I dropped the trench coat.
The men whooped even louder. How sweet of them.
I danced around them, my boobies bouncing. I drank in their attention, my cunt so wet and juicy and wet. As I danced around the stage, men thrust bills into the tops of my stockings. I had them thrusting out. The paper felt so crisp against my skin.
“Take it off, baby!” they cried.
“Be my mommy!”
“I want to bury my face in your mommy milkers, slut!”
“Fucking married! She’s got a wedding ring on!”
“I’ll make a cuck out of your hubby! Shit!”
“Let’s see those tits!”
“Show us those MILF knockers!”
“TITS!”