I bent down to my pants around my ankles and grabbed my phone out of the pocket. I had a notification from the Bimbo App. Which was weird since my phone was in airplane mode. I shouldn’t be getting anything.
“The fuck,” I muttered as I unlocked my screen. Mrs. Mayers had hit Level 3.
She could choose between a Gangbang Lover or a Yoga Bimbo. I already had the former, and I wanted Mrs. Mayers to be a Yoga Bimbo so I tapped that option. Instantly, she contorted herself and started licking her own pussy.
I blinked in shock at the sight of her lapping at her cunt. She was licking her own cum out of herself while standing there. She was just that flexible. I groaned at that. It was hot to watch her stroking her tongue through her folds.
“Damn,” I muttered. “That’s fucking hot.”
I just stood in awe of Mrs. Mayers devouring her own cunt. She licked at her pussy with her hot tongue. She stroked through her folds, gathering up my cum that leaked out of her pussy. I couldn’t move. I hardly even noticed when Barbie started sucking on my cock.
She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick as I just stared at the hot sight of Mrs. Mayers devouring her own cunt. The woman’s butt-cheeks clenched and relaxed, her asshole peeking out as she tongued her own pussy.
“Fuck,” I breathed, Barbie’s hot mouth working up and down my cock. She suckled on me with force, working her mouth down my shaft before sliding back up my dick again.
What a wonderful delight to enjoy. She nursed on me with all her passion. She suckled on me with such passion. I groaned at how amazing it felt to have her suckling me. She nursed with passion. It was fantastic.
I groaned as she bobbed her head. She suckled on me with all that passion. She nursed with everything that she had while I just watched Mrs. Mayers enjoying that feast. The naughty bimbo licked at her cunt.
“Mmm, cummies,” she purred into her snatch.
“Fuck,” I breathed, Barbie’s lips working up and down my cock.
Barbie nursed with all her might on me. She brought me closer and closer to cumming as she swirled her tongue around my cock. It was such a rush to have her nursing on me. I savored every last second of that hot mouth suckling with passion on me. I groaned, rising toward my climax. It would be so hot cumming in her.
Mrs. Mayers moaned as she kept licking herself. She stroked her tongue through her folds. I could see her pink tongue flicking to her taint. Then she thrust it deep into herself, moaning as she wiggled it about in her snatch.
“Cummies, cummies, where are the cummies!” she whimpered. “Oh, no, they’re all goney gone. Mmm, but pussy twaty cream is so nummy!”
She feasted on herself with more enthusiasm. Her pink tongue was a flurry of activity. I slid my fingers through Barbie’s blonde hair as I enjoyed the sight of the woman devouring herself. She licked and lapped at her twat.
It was a hot thing to witness.
She drove me wild with that hot mouth as Mrs. Mayers moaned into her own cunt. The bimbo-wife devoured herself. She shifted her weight as the plane moved but didn’t miss a beat lapping at her own juicy pussy.
She moaned louder and louder as the pressure swelled at the tip of my cock. Barbie brought me closer to cumming in her mouth. I was so near to bursting in her. I would just erupt and flood her with all the spunk that I had.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Cum, Mrs. Mayers! Drown yourself!”
“Nummy, yummy pussy creamy delight!” she moaned as she feasted on herself, wiggling her ass at me.
“Cummies!” Mrs. Mayers moaned and shuddered.
She drowned herself in pussy cream. She quivered there, hot juices running down her cheeks toward her hairline. She moaned as she licked and lapped at herself. Her tongue stroked over her folds. It was so hot to listen to. I loved the sounds she made.
It was a fantastic moment to watch. Barbie suckled hard on me as Mrs. Mayers licked up her own climactic passion. I groaned as my balls tightened. I erupted into her mouth. I flooded Barbie with blast after blast of cum.
“Shit!” I groaned, the pleasure slamming through my body.
Ecstasy burst across my mind. It was an outstanding rush to have all that bliss sweeping through me. I swayed there as my nuts emptied themselves over and over into her mouth. I loved the pleasure sweeping through me.
“Shit, Barbie,” I groaned as she swallowed all my cum. “Oh, shit, that’s good!”
She moaned around my dick and suckled out all the cum I had in my balls. I groaned through every eruption. It was such a hot delight to have all this pleasure sweeping through me. I loved it so much. I was in heaven right now.
I felt so good.
Mrs. Mayers unfolded herself and grinned. She then did a standing split, her toes bruising the ceiling. She just held this pose with ease, a big smile on her face. It was incredible how she could do that. Just fantastic.
I would enjoy my flexible bimbo.
I had another notification. I could buy Mrs. Mayers the Flexible Bar Fly Bimbo Perk for 30 Bimbo Crystals since she was a Yoga Bimbo and earn 25% more credits. I took that option, of course. Why wouldn’t I?
It dropped me to 381 in Crystals. Worth it.
* * *
A limo waited for us at the airport in New York. My bimbos, fully dressed, squealed as they rushed down the plane and piled into the back of the limo. They were all giggling and laughing and having a great time.
“Limoy car!” Cherry cheered.
“We’re like movie stars!” gasped Tina. “Are we? Are we movie stars like Black Widow?”
“Just my bimbos,” I said. “That’s enough.”
I slid in and the door closed. The driver pulled away while my bimbos were staring out the windows. They were gawking at the sights. I didn’t blame them. It was exciting. We were in New York City heading to Manhattan.
Soon, we were on a bridge crossing the Hudson, I guessed. The city was in the distance. It was getting dark. We left in the morning with a five our flight, it should be three, but it was six. Dinner time here, I guessed.
The tall buildings were soon around us. I stared up at them as we passed by. The limo traveled slowly through the traffic, but there was always something to see. I loved it. This trip was so worth it. I couldn’t wait until we arrived.
The hotel had an elegant exterior and even had bellhops in uniforms. We piled out, the bellhops taking our luggage from the trunk of the limo and rolling it in. I had us checked in and soon we were heading to the elevator.
The bellhop stared at my women and grinned at me.
I winked at him.
“Not even rock stars have an entourage like this,” he said.
“All thanks to the Bimbo App,” I told him. “You should look it up.”
“I will, sir,” he said and led us to our suite.
My bimbos flooded into the suite at the hotel in Manhattan. It was pricey, nearly a $1000 a night, but who cared? I’d make that up with how much I was renting out Barbie as a maid here in New York. There was a living room with several bedrooms. My bimbos were all ripping off their clothes, of course.
I grabbed my smartphone, too a deep breath, and called my father. A nervous ripple shot through me. I hadn’t told him I was coming. I hadn’t seen him in years. He had a new wife and lived on the other side of the country.
He wanted to get away from the old version of my mother. The shrew. I didn’t blame him.
“Eric?” my dad’s voice said when he picked up the phone. “Uh, this is a surprise. You need something? Your mother being a bitch?”
“Well, I’m in New York,” I said.
“What?” He sounded even more surprised. “How?”
“A plane,” I said. “A lot’s changed in my life. Can we get together tomorrow?”
“I don’t know,” Dad said. “I mean, now’s not really a good time.”
“Dad,” I said, anger rising in me. “I flew all the way out to see you. I have things to talk about. Important things.”
He let out a long sigh. “Uh, tomorrow, I guess. You can come over for lunch. Around 1.”
“Sure,” I said. I didn’t like that Dad wasn’t thrill to see me. I thought he’d be excited. Surprised, of course, but this reluctance hurt. I hid it. “What’s your address?”
Dad gave it to me. It was out in Long Island. I guessed he had a house out there. We didn’t stay in touch. I hadn’t been able to go out to the wedding when he remarried two years ago. Mom was broke, and Dad didn’t have the money. I had never met my step-mom.
“Okay, I’ll see you there,” I said. “This is going to change things, Dad. You won’t believe it.”
“Okay, okay,” he said. “I have to go. My wife’s calling me for dinner. Later.”
“Yeah, later,” I said and hung up on him. I just surprised him. That had to be it. Once he saw the Bimbo App and how amazing it was, he’d be bimbofying that new wife of his and having a great time.
I sank down on the bed. I ordered room service for everyone, the bimbos all getting wild. I started setting up work for them to do here. I found a strip club for Mrs. Waters to dance at, setting her prices twice as high as usual. This was New York City. I set up a gloryhole down at the New York Stock Exchange, tripling Mrs. Juarez’s price. That place was full of investment bankers that could afford her. I found a classy bar for Mrs. Mayers to work at, too, doubling her prices.
I had to pay for this trip.
I decided I would bring Mom, Cherry, Tina, Mrs. Waters, and Mrs. Mayers with me since Barbie and Mrs. Juarez would be working. That done, I waited for dinner and imagined how it would go with Dad.
He would be so proud of me. I just knew it. I had turned Mom from a shrew into a loving bimbo and stopped Cherry from following in her footsteps. Dad would love the App. Yes, yes, that was how things would go.
I couldn’t wait.
* * *
Bill Crest
By midnight, Maggie Storm’s gangbang video on BimboVids had made me all the money I needed. Another $2000 for Chloe Hart’s booking fee plus the money to buy her a plane ticked and to pay for a hotel.