“Cutie fuckying ass!” she squealed, her bowels clamping down hard on my dick. “Ooh, ooh, getting fucked in the cutie ass is such a greaty thing! Yesy yes! Keep pounding me. I wanna cummies so hard on your cutie dick, cutie boy!”
I slammed into her asshole. I fucked her hard, the pressure hurtling toward that bursting pint. It was great pounding this slut. I wanted her gasping on my cock. Just squealing with passion on my dick. I thrust into her over and over again. I plowed into her, enjoying every second of burying into her anal sheath. I hammered her hard and fast.
She squeezed her bowels down around my dick. She felt incredible around my cock. Just outstanding. I loved this so much. I savored every last second of fucking her bowels. I buried to the hilt in her bowels. I fucked her hard and fast.
“Ooh, ooh, that’s goody great!” she moaned, her little titties quivering in my squeezing hands.
“Are you going to cum, slut?” I growled.
“Yesy yes!” She grinned at me. “I lovey being a slutty cutie!”
I pumped away at her anal sheath. I buried to the hilt in her bowels. I loved that so much. It was outstanding to have her gripping me like that. I groaned, enjoying that delight. It was fantastic to have her gripping me with her anal sheath.
I loved it. I savored her massaging me as I pounded her anal sheath. I fucked her bowels with force. I pounded her with everything that I had. It was outstanding to love her anal sheath gripping my cock. She held me.
“Oh, oh, cutie boy!” she squealed. “Yesy!”
Her anal sheath convulsed around my dick.
Pussy cream spilled out of her twat as she trembled there. She gasped out in delight, her bowels spasming around my cock. She suckled on my dick with that velvety asshole. It was awesome to fuck her spasming asshole. I buried into her.
My nuts tightened. The pressure at the tip of my cock erupted. I flooded her asshole.
I pumped my cum into her asshole. My father’s bimbo gasped and moaned, her bowels suckling at my dick. That felt just incredible. I loved every second of that delight. It was a wonderful moment. The heat rushed through me. I reveled in that delight.
“Shit!” I groaned as I pumped the slut’s asshole full of my cum.
“Ooh, ooh, hottie cummies in my buttyhole!” squealed the bimbo-waitress, her asshole suckling at my dick. She nursed on me with that delicious anal sheath.
I hit that wonderful peak. I groaned, flooding her anal sheath with everything that I had. I felt that rush sweeping through me. It was outstanding. Stars flashed before my eyes as I pumped more and more of my cum into her anal sheath.
She suckled at me, squealing like the bimbo-slut she was. My dad’s new whore worked out every drop of cum that I had in my nuts. It was just an incredible rush. I shuddered as the pleasure swept over me. My mind shook with ecstasy.
I fired the last cum into her asshole. I groaned and ripped out of her. I panted, savoring fucking my dad’s bimbo. I felt good as I zipped up. She just sat there, gathering cum from her pussy and asshole. She suckled it off her fingers.
“Cummies, cummies for me to enjoy,” she sang, her feet kicking.
I opened the door to find Dad waiting for me. He grinned. “How was she?”
“Amazing,” I said. “Thanks for lunch.”
He slapped his hand on my shoulder. “No problem. It was good seeing you. Next time you’re in New York, we’ll swap around some bimbos.”
“Sure,” I said and hugged him. It was good reconnecting with my dad. I was glad I could show him the Bimbo App, too. I wanted him to have a wild time with his bimbos. I would with mine. I broke the hug and said, “I have to get going. It takes time to wrangle all my bimbos.”
He chuckled. “Tell me about it. Well, take care.”
“You, too, Dad.” I thumbed at the door. “She’s having a good time in there.”
“It’s about to get better,” Dad said. “She hit level 1. Time to have some fun.”
I grinned as Dad headed into the restroom to enjoy his bimbo. I hoped he had a good time. I felt good as I headed out of the restaurant and hailed a taxi back to the hotel. It was time to go home. We had a five-hour flight ahead of us in the private jet. I think I would start looking for a bigger house once we were back.
Something out on Lake Washington, maybe. A big mansion to hold my bimbos.
* * *
Bill Crest
Waiting for it to be time was getting on my nerves. I hated that nervous writhe in my guts. I didn’t want to get their early and be a putz. I wanted to have my daughter back. I’d lock her down. No man but me would ever touch her again.
“We’re gonna get our daughter back,” I told Jennifer, my first wife. My childhood sweetheart who’d cheated on me. Now she was my bimbo. I had her down the Bimbo Ex-Wife tree. A special one. She was Level 3, which made her a Bimbo Hostess. Apparently, she could throw really great parties like she was a housewife from the Fifties. I’d keep that in mind for the Super Bowl.
Courtney, my third wife, was also a Bimbo Hostess but I had sent my second wife, Patti, down a different branch of the Bimbo Ex-Wife tree. She was now a Bimbo Gardener. She had a knack for growing plants which would be great once we moved out.
I was making bank off those videos of Maggie Storm up on BimboVids. I wouldn’t have them much longer, but… I would have to pick up some more bimbos to make me money. I wanted to have a nice house. My friends would come over and be all jealous of my three wives and daughters. They couldn’t touch them, but…
I’d have some bimbos around that would be free to use. Got to be a good host. My boss’s wife and daughter were both hot, and he was a dick. Real pencil-neck that had no business on the construction site, but his daddy founded the company.
“Come suck my dick, Jennifer,” I growled.
“Okey-dokey, Bill,” my first wife said, her blonde hair swaying behind her. She wore an apron and nothing else, her big, fake tits spilling around the sides. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide.
She swallowed me.
I groaned at the delicious warmth of my wife’s mouth. She bobbed her head, working her lips up and down it. I closed my eyes, savoring her sliding her lips up and down my shaft. She was so compliant now. Just so eager to suck my dick.
I loved how much of a slut she was. How great her mouth fell to on my dick. She suckled on me with real passion. She nursed on me with all the force she could muster. It was great having her suckle on me. She worshiped me the way a wife should.
A faithful wife who would never cheat on me. Just had to brainwash her with an app.
“Damn, Jennifer,” I groaned. “You’re hungry for my cum.”
She moaned her agreement, sucking so hard.
My nuts tightened as she bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my cock faster and faster. She was eager for it. And so was I. Maybe it was just my excitement to get my daughter back, but I was about to cum already.
It built fast with Jennifer sucking on me. Barbie’s mother worshiped me. Jennifer’s blue eyes stared up at me. She suckled hard. I groaned, hurtling toward that amazing moment of eruption. My nuts twitched. Tightened.
“Yes,” I groaned.
She danced her tongue around the crown of my cock. The pressure at the tip of my dick throbbed. I was so close. She knew just what to do to make me explode. I groaned, savoring the final moments before erupting.
“Shit,” I groaned and erupted into Jennifer’s mouth.
I pumped blast after blast of cum into her mouth. I shuddered, the pleasure sweeping through me. Stars flashed across my eyes. I grunted with each burst to cum that shot out of my cock. The pleasure was intense. Just fantastic to enjoy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, savoring this heat rushing through me. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s fucking amazing!”
I pumped Jennifer’s mouth full of my jizz. The pleasure slammed through my mind. I groaned, enjoying every last second of this rapture sweeping through my mind. I erupted again and again, loving this pleasure sweeping through me.
“Damn, that’s good,” I growled. “That’s real fucking good!”
She gulped down my cum as the ecstasy crashed into my mind. It was fantastic having all that delight rushing through me. I loved it so much. I savored the heat of it sweeping over me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.
The pleasure swept through me. I felt so damned good. I grunted as I erupted that last blast of cum into my wife’s mouth. She gulped it down, her left hand rubbing on my thigh. Her wedding ring gleamed there. Proof she was my wife.
She popped her mouth off and purred, “I lovey your cum as much as I love you, Bill.”
“I know,” I said. “Love you, too. Now… Maggie! Chloe! Get your dumb asses up here. We’re leavin’. Got to trade you in for a better bimbo.”
“Okey-dokey!” Maggie Storm said, her huge tits bouncing. She and Chloe both had those mammoth knockers. I had made sure they didn’t have their smaller tits. I hoped that fucker choked on.
“Trade me, Bill!” Chloe said, the porn star beaming.
“Get your trench coats on,” I said. “Make sure you close ’em tight.” That way, he wouldn’t notice their enlarged attributes until it was too late. Fucker took my little girl.
I wanted to pop him in the mouth. I would. The moment I had Barbie back.
I led my bimbos out to the truck, leaving my wives. They were fine on their own. Could cook and clean and they wouldn’t wander off. They were all housewives now. Well, apartment wives. Maybe I should buy Patti’s house from her ex-husband. That little cuckold was scared shitless of me. I bet he’d give me a great deal.
I chuckled at that idea as I drove my pickup truck to the weasel’s house. I drove to it, not bothering with any GPS. Some of my younger coworkers couldn’t find their dicks without Suri giving them directions.
I pulled up at Eric’s house. The lights were on. This was it. Maggie Storm and Chloe Hart were making out. I climbed out and walked around my truck. I opened the door and got them out. They were both giggling as they trailed behind me. I marched up to the door and pounded on it.
Barbie answered the door in a maid’s uniform. Her blonde hair fell around her face. She looked so much like Jennifer. Younger, though. Fresher. Her round boobs jiggled in the low-cut top. She beamed at me.
“Daddy!” she squealed.
I glanced down at her short skirt and the… cum leaking down her thigh. The fucker pumped one last load in her, huh. My hand balled up into a fist as Eric appeared behind her. I wanted to slam my fist into his mouth.
My arm trembled as he said, “Let’s do the trade.”