My cunt rippled and writhed around the nicey boy’s cock as he pumped into me. I squealed around the dick in my mouth. I shuddered as the pleasure swept through me. Wondermous waves of ecstasy that soaked my mind in such yummy delights.
Marshmallowy bliss soaked my thoughts and smothered them in goody goodness as my cunt suckled at the cutie boy’s dick. He buried into me and grunted. His cum flooded my twat. That was so amazeball.
I loved that hot jizz pumping onto my writhing cunny. My pussy convulsed harder.
More blissy bliss swept through me. My boobs shook beneath me as I moaned around the dick in my mouth. That goody boy groaned, too. He erupted. His hot cum flooded my mouth. All that yummy cum spurted over and over into my mouth.
It was so delicious. I swallowed it all down. I was such a goody bimbo. I drank down all that nummy cummies. I felt so good. I trembled as my cunt rippled and writhed and convulsed around the erupting cock in me.
“I love you!” Tina moaned.
“Yes!” my awesomey Eric grunted.
I trembled, my mind drowning in all the goodness as hot cum pumped into my mouth and flooded my pussy the goody boys filled me up with all their delicious and wondermous jizz. I trembled, savoring all that delighty bliss.
“Fuck,” the boy fucking my cunt groaned and ripped out of me.
Another naughty boy replaced him. I shuddered, my orgasm finishing up. But I would have another and another. I gulped down all that yummy cum. The nicey boy pulled his cock out. And another shoved in. There was always more for me to love.
Yay!
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Eric Murphy
I spurted the last of my cum into Tina’s pussy. My bimbo girlfriend quivered in delight, her pussy rippling and writhing around my cock. She squealed in delight, her head tossing and red hair dancing. I savored being in her in the bathroom.
Mrs. Juarez moaned in delight. She squealed with such passion as she took cock after cock like the whore she was. It was a stirring sight to see her like that. I smiled at that. She was just making me money. So was Barbie out being a whore, and tonight, Mrs. Waters would be pole dancing and “lap-dancing,” raking in the dough.
My phone beeped loudly.
I ripped my cock out of Tina and bent down to snag my jeans. I pulled them up my legs to fish out my phone. Tina turned around, her eyes staring at me with expectancy. She clapped her hands to the beeping like it was a game.
I opened my phone and saw a familiar warring.
JEALOUS HUSBAND APPROACHING flashed in bold, red letters on the screen. Coach Juarez was coming. I glanced at my Bimbo Crystals. I had 7. I had to buy 13. It would take maybe $625 to do that. The thing was, I didn’t get the money my women were making as whores until they were done. They had to finish their allotted time.
It was like sending out a minion on a mission in some mobile game. I didn’t get the rewards until they returned hours later.
Why had I left Mrs. Juarez’s credit cards back in her classroom? I should have used her credit cards to buy some crystals. Shit. I checked my PayPal. I had no money in it. I had $30 of in app credit, but that wasn’t enough to buy even 1 crystal.
I was fucked.
Managing the Horny Bimbos
Eric Murphy
I needed 13 Bimbo Crystals right now. I didn’t have the money for them. Whatever money both Barbie was making street-walking and Mrs. Juarez was making right now as she serviced two boys through the gloryholes in the stall wouldn’t show up for me for hours.
When they had completed their “mission,” I would collect their reward.
My screen flashed with the warning: JEALOUS HUSBAND APPROACHING!
Coach Juarez approached. He must have heard something about his wife in here. Most of the boys using her had followed her from her classroom so they knew who was in there. They were talking about it so much as they waited their turns to go in. How could I get the money to bury the Crystals I needed for the Cuckolding Perk? My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think. I needed to figure this out right now.
Fuck.
“How did he get her to do this?” I heard a guy asking.
My eyes widened.
I ripped up my boxers and jeans. I fumbled to zip up as I threw open the stall door and came face to face with all the guys. They stared at me, some in recognition, some in confusion. I gripped my app. I needed… how many. It was so hard to think.
“Who wants their own bimbo like her?” I asked them. “I made her do it, and the first five of you guys to say yes, we’ll get the referral link!”
The guys all started shouted. I copied the link and put in the first number. I would get 3 Bimbo Crystals per referral. I knew this wasn’t going to stay private forever. It was one reason I had to shift Mrs. Juarez away from the school and into more profitable places.
I sent out the first link. The second link. “Install them right now!” I cried. “Because those links expire very quick.”
“Right!” the first guy said.
Then I was sending it to the third guy who I heard another number from, the fourth. Then the fifth. My stomach churned as I switched back to the app. Other guys were shouting at me. Begging for it. I just cared about the red warning flashing on my screen and the fact I had only 7 Bimbo Crystals.
My Crystals shot up to 10. A huge wave of relief washed through me. They were installing them. They guy who had darted out of the bathroom right away. My heart pounded as my count went to 13. Another guy chortled and fled from the room. 16 Crystals.
“Come on,” I muttered.
The door to the bathroom burst open. Coach Juarez stood the way. He looked pissed. “What are all you little shits doing in here! Where’s my wife!”
19 Crystals.
Everyone went quiet and stared down at their feet. The sounds of the boys groaning in the stalls and the wet suckles of his wife were so loud in the sudden silence that had descended on the boy’s bathroom. Coach Juarez saw me.
“Shit,” I muttered and back into the stall. I was one short. That last idiot had to install right now. My heart pounded in my chest.
“YOU!” the coach roared. He was a short but compact Latin man. He had a thick mustache and looked like he could bench press anyone of us. “Out of the way!”
I backed up more into the stall and bumped into Tina. My bimbo-girlfriend squealed and hugged me from behind. Behind her, Mrs. Juarez serviced two boys, happily sucking away at them. The coach stalked at me as the students melted out of his way.