An unexpected choice.
I could make her into a Gangbang Lover Bimbo which made sense. But I also could make her into a Yoga Bimbo. What? I clicked on them to see what they did.
Gangbang Lover Bimbo: Enjoys having as many men as possible fuck her hard
Yoga Bimbo: A very flexible bimbo that can contort herself into many poses that attract men with her delicious curves
I stared at them then made my choice.
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Bimbo Mommy’s Public & Naughty Fun
Eric Murphy
I stared at my phone at the choice I had for Mrs. Waters. She had hit Level 3, the first of my bimbos to reach that level even though she was the fourth that I had recruited. Well, I had been sending her out to the strip club to be gangbanged.
I was intrigued by the choice. I could make her into a Gangbang Lover Bimbo or a Yoga Bimbo. While the latter was an interesting choice, that was also perfect for the next bimbo I wanted to recruit, Mrs. Mayers. She would be perfect as a Yoga Bimbo.
So I hit Gangbang Lover Bimbo for Mrs. Waters.
She would love being gangbanged even more now. That was awesome. In a few seconds, a new perk popped up that I could get for her: Strip-Club Whore Extraordinaire. It was an upgrade to her existing perk. She would earn 25% more in credits when working at the club. The perk cost 30 Crystals.
“Damn,” I muttered.
That was an expensive perk. The rest had all been 20. That was $1200.
I smiled, realizing she’d make that back in a shift easy. In an hour at a shift. I gave it to her and dropped down to 625 Crystals.
I glanced up at Mrs. Waters. She squirmed there, dripping in cum, and looking around like she hoped a bunch of men would come out of nowhere and fuck her hard. I studied her for a moment, my cock hard.
“Go shower, then I’m going to fuck your pussy and fall asleep in your arms,” I told her.
“Yay!” she squealed and ran off to shower.
I stared at my other profiles. Mom, Cherry, and Tina were all Level 2. I wanted them to get up to three, but they were locked. Those three didn’t go out and fuck others. They would refuse to fuck others but me. Well, other men.
I had bought the perks to lock them. But it was stunting their growth.
I had to do something with them. Just having sex with me or each other built their experience slowly. Maybe they had to be doing different things. Varying up their actions. Tina had gained experience on my mom and sister by coming to school with me. She had sex in public.
So what if I took my bimbos shopping tomorrow? I had Mrs. Juarez’s credit cards. I could buy them some sexy lingerie and fuck them in riskier places. In public or something. That should help to build up their bar.
I was curious what they would get at Level 3. If there would be a choice?
I yawned. The shower hissed on. I opened up Mrs. Juarez’s Gloryhole Whore Perk. I changed which bathroom she would go to, picking one in the mall’s food court. The mall didn’t open until 9, so I shifted her time from starting at 8 to 9 AM. She would go to 4 PM as well. I also shifted Barbie to a nicer part of the city to do her street-walking.
I moved her to the business district downtown and upped how much she charged. I smiled at those changes. This was perfect. I would make a ton of money and claim Mrs. Mayers as my bimbo slut. I couldn’t wait to own her and have her do yoga for me.
Naked and dripping in my cum. That would be hot.
* * *
The next morning, after breakfast, Barbie was off to start her whoring.
I was curious how she would get there since she didn’t own a car. But, weirdly, a taxi pulled up just as she hit the curb, she hopped into the front seat, and the cabbie drove off. I caught a glimpse of her head ducking down to suck him off.
“Damn,” I said, staring down at the app. How did it work? It was so powerful.
“Eric, honey bunny,” whimpered Tina. She squirmed there, her hands pressed together, her naked body quivering. “I’m all itchy and achy and not tiedy upy!”
“Right, right,” I said, rolling my eyes. She was a bondage slut. “You get dressed to go shopping, and I’ll tie your hands behind your back.”
“Yippee!” She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips. “I lovey!” She kissed me again. “Dovey!” A third kiss, her lips warm and soft. “You!”
She broke away and darted off, grabbing the bundle of clothes on the table. She raced upstairs and vanished out of sight. I smiled as she was scrambling to get dressed. I had her dad bring over some of her clothes. He was more than glad to, aching to glimpse his wife.
He hadn’t been paid, so he didn’t have the money to enjoy his wife at all.
I sent all the other bimbos, but Mrs. Juarez, upstairs to get dressed, too. The teacher was just humming happily and sucking on a banana. She was eager to go out to the gloryhole. It was almost time for her to depart.
Tina raced down the stairs in a pink dress, her red hair flying behind her. She raced up to me, hands behind her back. She turned around, wiggling her rump. I grabbed the rope and tied her up, wrapping it around her hands. Her fingers twitched.
“Thank you,” she sighed. She turned around, her eyes burning with passion. “I’m not wearing panties and my pussy all wet and hottie and juicy and wetty!”
“I bet it is,” I said, grinning at her. “But we’re heading to the mall to do some shopping, so you have to be a good girl.”
She bounced up and down, her boobs jiggling in her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Neither was my sister when she came downstairs in a light-blue t-shirt with a flying unicorn on the front. With her huge tits, the t-shirt didn’t fit any longer. It barely covered her boobs, leaving her stomach bare. Her breasts bounced as she rushed up to me, her blonde pigtails streaming behind her.
“Shopping!” she squealed and threw herself into me. She hugged me, pushing those big boobs into my body. “I lovey shopping so much, big brother! Yippee yay! Purrrrrr!”
“Does my little kitty want to have slutty clothes to wear?” I asked her, petting her head.
She nodded. “Purrrrrr!”
“I lovey slutty clothes,” said Mom. “But this meany man keeps texting me about work. He’s being so meany! I don’t like him!”
I took her phone from her and saw it was her boss from her job. “I quit. Go fuck yourself!” After sending that text, I blocked the number. “There. He won’t bother you again, Mom!”
“Oh, thank you!” Mom squealed. She was wearing a slinky, black dress I didn’t know she owned that fell to her mid-thigh and showed off her breasts. She hugged me to her boobs and rubbed my face back and forth into her cleavage. “You’re just the bestyest bestest son a mommy could have! Yay!”
I smiled, savoring her breasts around my face. She felt delicious. I loved this moment so much. I stayed between her boobs, reveling in the softness around me. She stroked the back of my head, holding me tight to her tits.
Finally, I pulled away, grinning. I loved that. Mrs. Waters was wearing something slutty, too. A leopard-print dress that clung to her big boobs and barely fell down her rump. She was quivering, looking so excited to go.
She’d probably start fucking men if I let her out of my sight.
“Ooh, ooh, I have to go, Eric!” squealed the naked Mrs. Juarez. The Latina teacher bounced up and down, her big boobies heaving. “I have worky times! Gotta suck all those dickies and let them fuck my pussy and my assyhole! Ay carambaii!”
“Yes, you do,” I said as I took Mom’s car keys and followed Mrs. Juarez outside.
The Latina bimbo’s ass swayed from side to side. She had a great one. She wore heels, giving her rump even more of a perky jiggle. My dick ached to fuck her, but she had to make me money so I could afford making Mrs. Mayers into a bimbo.
She slipped into her car and backed out by jamming the gas. I winced, hoping she still could drive and not get herself killed. She tore off down the street. I shook my head and hopped into the minivan, my women piling in.
Tina got shotgun. She jumped into the seat and quivered there, hands bound behind her back. She smiled, looking around. So eager. The other three piled into the back, sitting together. My sister was between the two MILFs, bouncing up and down.
“Shopping! Shopping! Shopping!” she squealed.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Tina whimpered, her eyes so feverish as I reached around her to grab the seatbelt and buckle up for her. “Let’s go go goie go!”
“That’s righty!” her mother squealed. “We got to do all the shoppies! Yay!”
“Then put your seatbelts on,” I said. “Let’s be safe about this. I don’t want any of my airheads getting hurt. I have to fuck you all, and I can’t do that if you’re in the hospital. Can I?”
“No!” gasped Mom. “We can’t fuck if we’re all hurty.”
“No fucking!” whimpered Cherry. “That’s not purrrring good! Not purrrring good at all!”
Purrrring good? That was new.
They fumbled with their belt buckles until they all clicked in place. I backed out of the driveway and headed off to the mall. Mrs. Juarez beat us there by seven minutes. She was already in the bathroom, according to the app, and working by the time we pulled up at the mall at 9:07.
I found a place to park near the food court entrance and hopped out. My bimbos all piled out, bouncing up and down. Tina snuggled against me. She couldn’t hug me or take my arm, so I put my arm around her and held her against me.
I grabbed Mrs. Waters with my other arm since I was most worried about her wandering off.
Mom and my sister led the way, the pair of them scampering with excitement. You’d think they were both sisters instead of mother and daughter with how they were acting. They were both bouncing up and down and squealing at everything they saw.
“Look at that!” gasped Cherry, pointing at a train set in the window of a toy store. “That’s so neaty-oh! Ooh, ooh, it goes roundy and roundy round! Can I have it!”
“No,” I said.
“Eric! Eric! Eric!” Mom ran up to the window of a gift shop and pressed her body into the window. “There’s a unycorn! A unycorn made of glassy crystal! Can I have it!”
“We’re here to buy sexy lingerie, Mom!” I said, not caring that people were staring at us.
Tina tried to stare at shoes, which made more sense, and I had to keep a firm grip on Mrs. Waters as she spotted a group of guys, whimpering, “They have cocks! So many cocks for all my holes!”
“And how much money do they have?” I asked her. “Because I doubt it’s enough to afford you.”
“Wow!” She stared down at her tits. “Am I worth a lot?”
“You’re my MILF-bimbo whore,” I said. “You’re worth as much as I say you are. I own your ass.”
“You do, Eric!” She snuggled tighter against me, clutching my arm. “I lovey you so much.”
“I lovey you even more than my mommy-whore does!” Tina said and kissed my cheek. “Just lovey dovey you to death.” She squealed and bounced up and down.