“It won’t”, the other me whispered from inside my soul. “Eric loves us.”
I smiled as a knock came at the door. I turned. My daddy the cuckold entered in his suit. “It’s time, Tina.”
“Yay!” I squealed and grabbed my bouquet. It was timey for me to get married to Eric and be his wifey bimboy-priestess lover-wife!
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The Bimbo Bride’s Loving Passion
Eric Murphy
I stood at the altar in my tuxedo, nervous and excited. I don’t know why I was nervous. I knew that my bimbo-bride wouldn’t run away. She loved me. Hell, we had the kinkiest threesome in the world to prove it. Two Tinas had appeared through… magic.
I glanced at the audience. There wasn’t that many guests. Dad had flown in with his bimbos, including my step-mom and the waitress we’d enjoyed that day at lunch. He also had several bimbo-secretaries. Mom was looking so beautiful in her low-cut dress. She was smiling and dabbing her eyes. She sat by Mrs. Waters who was doing the same. They held hands, their tits almost spilling out of their dresses.
A pair of bimbo-mommies eager to see their children wed.
Mrs. Juarez wasn’t in the audience since the goddess-bimbo would be officiating the wedding. I mean, she floated and glowed now. Her “miracle” allowed the other Tina to appear for that brief time. She was smiling naked, draped in flowers. She looked so sexy there.
Part of me wanted to bow down and worship her pussy. She had that effect on me. I had no idea what it was like to worship her at one of her “shrines,” the gloryholes that she manifested at during the weekdays. The offerings people gave her were incredible and were the reason I was a millionaire.
There were perks to owning a goddess-whore. Definitely perks.
The angelic porn star Chloe Hart was my best bimbo. She stood at my side, her angelic wings rustling as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her presence was soothing and gave me a hardon. Well, that was the perils of owning a bimbo harem.
I was always hard.
Cherry was waiting up at the altar, too. She was Tina’s bimbo-of-honor. My busty sister quivered, her huge tits lifted by the purple corset she wore. Milk dripped from her nipples as she smiled at me. She rubbed her hands together.
“Wedding nedding wedding!” she sang as she squirmed. “Lucky day, happy day, wappy nappy lappy day!”
Typical bimbo nonsense. I had grown used to it.
My bimbo-daughter Peach was the flower girl, and looked so cute as she headed up the altar throwing petals as she skipped along. She was daddy’s good girl. It said so on her tramp stamp. She was skipping along, humming and looking so happy.
Mrs. Mayers came behind her. I made her the ring bearer. She moved solemnly for a few steps before she started giggling and holding up her pillow with the rings attached to it. She did a pirouette as she approached the altar.
“Daddy!” Peach said as she reached us, throwing flowers in the air. “Yay!”
I smiled at her as she joined her Aunt Cherry. My daughter wore a matching corset, her shaved pussy dripping with her excitement. She was such a good girl. Mrs. Mayers joined my side in a matching corset, a large grin on her face.
Maggie Storm sat in the audience in her genie garb. She was cross-legged and looked ready to wiggle her nose and grant a wish. It wasn’t much of an audience, but I didn’t have any friends. I didn’t care. This was all for Tina. She deserved a proper wedding. In a church. With bunting draping everything and flowers lining the aisle to the altar. The church might be mostly empty, but everyone here was family.
The music started up. The classic wedding march. Tina appeared with her father. He was still a happy cuckold, wearing a suit today as he escorted his daughter up the aisle to me. I hardly noticed him as Tina’s dress took my breath away.
“Ooh, ooh, my little girly is so beawitful!” Mrs. Waters gasped, clapping her hands together.
“So beawitful and gorgeumus!” Mom said.
Yes, she was. I hadn’t seen her wedding dress. It was virginal white and deliciously slutty, her red hair standing out as it spilled over her bare shoulders. Her hands were cuffed before her, the silver gleaming as she held her flowers. The silk fabric of her dress was cut so low that her breasts were out and bouncing. They looked so delicious as they quivered, cupped in the lace of her dress. Cradled. The skirt was open in the front, too, revealing that she was sans panties, her twat shaved and dripping. She had heels and thigh-highs, all white, of course. The train of her dress dragged behind her as she walked forward with her daddy.
Even through the gauzy haze of her wedding veil, I could tell my Tina was smiling.
Dad grinned at me and looked back at my bimbo-bride. He wanted her, of course, but Tina was locked to me. She shone with her own halo of light that added to her beauty. She grew brighter and brighter the closer she came.
My dick was so hard.
“Ooh, ooh, isn’t she cutie and gorgeousy and hottie, honey?” Mrs. Waters asked her husband. “She’s so preggers, too. We’re both preggers with Eric’s babies! Isn’t that amazeying!”
They both were? When did Mrs. Waters get pregnant? And how could she know it was mine? That woman fucked so many men. She had dozens of gangbang videos up on BimboVids that proved just how much of a whore she was.
Then my bimbo-bride was here, grinning at me. “I’m gonna marry you, Eric! Yesy yes, I am! I lovey you!”
I smiled as her dad handed her off to me. I shook his hand. “I know you’ll take good care of her and my wife!”
I nodded to him. “Go sit by your whore. I’ll probably let her suck you off. Maybe even let you slip your dick in your wife’s pussy.”
“That would be amazing,” he said. “I’m so broke. She releases so many videos, and I have to buy them all.”
Such a cuck.
I nodded to Mr. Waters as he retreated. I took his bimbo-daughter’s hands, the cuffs rattling. She beamed at me, trembling there. Her round boobs jiggled in the lace cup of her bodice. She looked her up and down, wanting to just ravish her here.
“Oh, yay, we are gatheredy here,” said bimbo-goddess Mrs. Juarez, her golden light shinning on me and my bride, “for the wondermus union of Eric, Master of the Bimbos and Lord of my Goddess Pussy, with Tina, my adowable and loveying priestess in holy mattressmony.” The goddess-bimbo looked so solemn as she spoke. That strange, aloof yet empty-headed expression that she had now that she was divine. “For mawriage is a beawitful thingie, and I’m so happy and gleefully and thrilly that they have come together in lovey love to unite as one.”
She nodded, her big boobs swaying before her. The flowers she wore, like Hawaiian leis, quivered over her large tits. They were gorgeous. She was stunning as she floated there. She spread her arms wide, smiling now.
“So let us all be super happy for them for, yay, they have walkedy through shadows to be here and have loveyed each other forsooth long.” She lowered her hands. “Mawriage is super sacred. A union of man and bimbo. For they come together in passion and gasping and orgasms and make babies and there is a baby in Tina’s little womb all cutie in there and she loveys her man, and loveys her, so it is only righty right that they be unionized in holy mattressmony.”
It was an attempt at a sermon.
“I was once mawried, but then I assented into goddessiness and am all Holy and I am only married to my Lordy and Mastery, but I am not his wifey wife like Tina will be. I’m his goddess-bimbo and shine glory throughouty the world. So as his goddessy-wife, I can make Tina into his really-wife and she’ll always lovey him and fucky him and cummy on his cock. So sayeth me, the Goddessy Lady of the Worldy.”
I nodded. She was married to me? She wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. Should I stop calling her Mrs. Juarez? What happened with her husband? Did he know his wife had ascended to goddesshood and divorced him? I supposed a bimbo-goddess could just do that.
“Now for the sacredy vows and the wedding ringy dings!” the goddess said. “For so did I proclaim that if you lovey your girl, then put a ringy on her finger and maketh her yoursie yours!”
Mrs. Mayers squealed and handed me the rings. I passed one to Tina to put on my finger before I held her left hand and brought her wedding band to her digit. Her engagement ring gleamed on her finger, sparkling with that big diamond.
I smiled at Tina.
She drew in a deep breath and said, “I, Tina Waters, pledge to be your loving bimbo-wife priestess-slut wifey-lover wife forever and ever and do whatever you want and to suck your dick clean after you fuck any woman in the ass and to be yours for all times.”
I was surprised by how little bimbo-speak there was in it. She had tried her best.
I slipped the ring on her fingers. She squealed in delight bouncing up and down. Her tits jiggled so deliciously as she did that. Her red hair swayed beneath her veil while her green eyes shone. She was so gorgeous.
Then it was my turn. I held out my left hand and she pressed the ring to my finger. I took a deep breath, making sure that I had all those things she called herself straight and pledged my vow to Tina Waters.
“I, Eric, Murphy, pledge to love my bimbo-wife priestess-slut wifey-lover wife, to cherish her, protect her, comfort her, fuck her horny brains out, and to treasure her forever.”
“Eric! I lovey you!” she squealed and slipped on the ring.
“And now for the nipple clamps of submissive sluttiness,” said Mrs. Juarez. She clasped her hands before her tits. “Yay they do symbolmiser that Tina is a kinky bondage-whore who doth love being spanked and whipped and fuckyed in the ass while tied all up in ropes as she submities to her Master and Husband. For she hath a naughty cunt that dothy love the pain!”
I took the gold nipple clamps from Mrs. Mayers next. Each one was topped with diamonds. Tina quivered in anticipation. She arched her back, thrusting her titties and her hard, pink nipples forward. She quivered there, her handcuffs rattling. Her wedding ring sparkled.
I opened the jaws of the first one and engulfed her right nipple. I released it.
“Ooh, ooh that hurties so goody great!” she squealed, bouncing up and down.
“She’s so cutie,” Cherry said, milk dripping from her nipples.
A loud sob came from the audience. Her mother was weeping happily now. She was leaning against her husband as she did it. His arm was around her waist as he watched me open the second nipple clamp. His eyes were misty, too.