The Bimbo Cure Angie Chapter Six

“Show me you’re thankful,” he commands, gesturing down at himself. “Suck my cock.”

I squeal in joy as I surged forward, licking against his thick shaft and wrapping my lips around his head. I could cum just from the salty manly taste that takes me over. It invades my empty brain and fills me up until there’s nothing but the taste of master.

I’m gonna remember it forever. I’m never gonna stop tasting him.

I slurp him down, messy with my tongue and lips and spit. I’ve never done this before, but it’s like my body knows what it’s supposed to do.

He’s so big that I can barely fit the tip of him in my mouth before I start gagging. Master doesn’t care. He fucks my face and his precum starts to trickle down my throat.

It’s perfect. Magical.

And though my eyes are tearing up and I’m gagging, I can’t stop. I love this. I want more of it. I want his cum down my throat and in my belly. I want to float in a sea of it. I want to bathe in it forever and ever and ever.

He digs his fingers into my hair and starts thrusting even harder. It should hurt, but I’m crying in ecstasy at the pleasure Master is giving me.

I don’t know how long I’m in that bed with him plunging his cock down my throat. I can hear the other bimbos moaning around us. They have to be so jealous of the way Master was using me. We all wanted him to ourselves.

But Master needs more than even the sluttiest bimbo could give him.

I just had to make myself as slutty as possible so I stayed one of his favorites.

“Cum!” He commanded, and his cock exploded in my mouth, sending jets of cum into my tummy.

I moan in rapture as the release I’ve been holding back all morning finally breaks me. My brain is all pink and swirly and dizzy and I can taste Master everywhere. His cum starts leaking out of my mouth there is so much of it, and I have to catch it with my fingers.

I can’t let a drop go to waste.

Master isn’t done with me yet. My brain is too gooey and cum drunk to do anything. But he doesn’t need me to do much. I’m a hole for him to fuck. I’ll always be his hole. It’s what I am made for.

My pussy is so wet, so swollen with need. It almost hurts how sensitive I am.

It doesn’t matter that he just came. Master has control over everything, even how quickly he can get hard. That’s why he’s Master.

He plunges his cock deep into me and I scream in pleasure. Did I cum before? It’s nothing like the way he fills me up.

I’ve never been whole before.

I need Master to be whole.

I’m Master’s hole.

He uses me. It’s rough, and fast, and so so so so perfect that I forget even the new name he gave me. I’m nothing but his pet when he’s fucking me.

I’ll do anything to keep him fucking me forever.

His cock hits a spot deep inside me and I cum. And every time he hits it I cum again. Tears are streaming down my face at the assault that this pleasure is bringing me.

Any smarts I had left are gone. I can’t think when I’m being fucked.

I can’t think when I want to be fucked.

I always want to be fucked.

Master fucks my brain away.

Bye bye brain.

I start giggling and it mixes with my moans. From the sound Master makes he has to like that.

“Keep it up, slut,” he commands.

I giggle again. It’s what Master wants. Master can have everything he wants.

“I’m about to fuck you pregnant, little bimbo. Are you ready for it?” The words are harsh in my ear.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I’ve never wanted anything more. I was born for this. Master’s going to fuck me pregnant. Of course I want it!

He buries himself so deep that I’m going to feel an imprint of him for the rest of the day. Maybe longer. And then there’s his hot seed spurting deep inside me, filling me and filling me and filling me until I am so sure I’m pregnant I want to cry with happiness.

As he pulls out I feel his cum gush, there’s so much of it.

He kisses me again before pulling back. “That’s a good girl. Welcome home.”

I whimper in pleasure.

“Now, Bliss, let’s see if your friends want to join us.”

I cum again.