The Bimbo Cure Angie Chapter Three

It doesn’t take long to realize that something’s happening. The edges of my vision get a little hazy and I can’t help but smile.

I. Feel. So. Good!

I can feel the thin fabric of my top brushing against every inch of my skin and I have to stop walking so I can rub against the wall and feel the way my body lights up. Goosebumps bloom down my arms and I can’t stop shivering.

I moan.

What’s happening to me?

Why do I feel like this?

Can I feel like this forever?

Someone places a hand on my arm and leads me forward. I want to stay here and keep feeling the textures of the wall, but she won’t let me. Then it gets even better when she pulls me close and runs her fingers over my stomach.

My pussy clenches and I can feel how wet it’s getting. It’s never felt like this before. I’m a virgin. I’ve never even touched myself like that before. Everyone told me it was wrong.

But right now there’s nothing I want to do more than stroke my fingers over the tight folds of my virgin pussy until I cum my brains out.

I realize the woman who’s holding me is the same one who gave me the treatment. Some of the lusty cobwebs clear and I manage to snag onto a wisp of a thought. “Am I s’posed to feel like this?” I slur out. “Where’s the doctor?”

She giggles and glides her fingers even lower, teasing my belly button and lighting me on fire with lust. “You’re not ready for Master yet.”

“Master?” The lust clears a little more and I pull back from her. If she’s not touching me I can almost ignore the way my body aches to be touched. To be filled. But my cunt is dripping. I didn’t know it could feel this way.

“Whoops!” She giggles again as her fingers dip her fingers even lower, teasing the outside edges of my pussy. “Not supposed to talk about him yet.”

I want her to say more. The last bits of sense are starting to fade and I know if I let it go I’m not going to find my way back. But then her finger teases my entrance and I let out a slutty moan and open my legs even further.

Where are we?

Still in the hallway. Anyone could walk down the hall and see me right here, being an eager little slut for… for… I realize I don’t even know her name. All I know is she’s making me feel things I didn’t know a body could feel.

“The first one’s the hardest,” she whispers it in my ear after licking a stripe against my neck. It’s sinful. It’s wrong.

“Please!” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for at this point. The first what?

She laughs. This isn’t a giggle, it’s a husky moaning laugh that I can feel start in my pussy and pulse through my brain. It’s like they’re connected.

No. Not connected. Fighting.

My pussy is fighting my brain. It wants to take over. It wants me to be a cum hungry slut who can’t think of anything but sex.

“Please!” It’s a desperate moan this time.

Her fingers stroke and stroke. My cunt is so slippery, so swollen with want that there’s nothing I can do but beg and plead and hope that this wonderful, beautiful, slutty woman lets me cum. I don’t care about anything but the pleasure I’m feeling. I don’t care about anything except her.

I don’t even remember how I got here in the first place.

Who cares? A voice deep inside me says. I almost recognize her. A figment of desire and need I’d buried deep down. Someone I needed to hide if I was going to be a good girl.

The woman’s other hand curls around my front and pinches one of my nipples as her fingers plunge into my tight depths. I’m whimpering. I can’t take any more. But I need it. I need everything she will give me.

She squeezes even harder and white explodes behind my eyes. My body starts to ripple and quiver as a gasp tears out of me and I experience my first ever orgasm.

My breath comes out in panting gasps and the strength goes out of me as I slide to the floor in a gooey mess of unmitigated pleasure.