The Bimbo Cure Angie Chapter Four

I must have passed out. I only know that because the next time I open my eyes I’m laying in a bed covered in fluffy pillows and soft pink sheets. My clothes are long gone and my legs are spread.

Between them there’s a blonde head and her tongue is lapping at my pussy. My body is one big nerve ending, pleasure rippling through me like I’ve never known before. I let my legs fall open and reach down to run my finger through the slut’s hair.

I don’t know her name, but I know she’s a slut.

Just like me.

I moan again.

I’ve never thought like that before today. But with all the pleasure wracking my body it’s hard to remember anything before I arrived here. Anything before this moment.

I cry out as another orgasm rips through me. Is it my second? My hundredth? I don’t know. I don’t care. I just want more.

But the slut between my legs isn’t here to do what I want.

She looks up and I don’t recognize her. She’s not the bimbo who got me off in the hallway. She’s even… more.

Blonder. Happier. Ditzier.

Perfect.

I want to be her.

I look at the lush blonde hair falling in waves to her breasts. Her thick pink lips are wet with my cunt juices. Her eyes are bright and blue and empty of everything except lust. And her tits. Gosh, they’re big. Big and round and bouncy and my mouth is watering at the thought of tasting her nipples.

There’s a slight curve to her tummy, but before I can even think more she’s kissing a trail up my stomach, taking her time to suck on my own boobs until I’m crying and begging for more. But just as I’m about sure I can cum just from that she pulls back and keeps moving up my body, capturing my lips in a wicked kiss.

I can taste my cunt on her tongue.

She pulls away, but her plush body presses me against the bed and I love the feeling of her on top of me.

“You’re like coming along so good!” Her praise sinks into my skin, her peppy voice making my pussy quiver in happiness. “You needed to cum so bad, just let your brains leak out and be a good bimbo.”

She wedged her leg in between mine and I humped against her. I was a puddle of lust, absolutely dripping with sweat and pussy juice, but her words pulled me out of my haze for just a second. “B-bimbo?” I stutter. That wasn’t a good word. I wasn’t supposed to practically cum when I said it.

“Oh, yeah,” she breathes it into my ear and she’s just as hot for it as I am.

But I need to think. Thinking is so hard when I can feel the way her titties are pressing up against me, but I have to. Have to.

Have to cum.

My body quivers again but it means I can think for a second.

“I’m smart,” I protest. “Going to college. I’m a virgin.” Maybe that’s not true anymore, not with the way she and the nurse have used me since I got here. How long have I been here? “I need… I need–”

“You need to forget all that useless stuff, silly girl.”

Those words make me squirm, but she’s not done talking.

“Let all those smarts just drip up through your cunt. Every time you cum you’ll know a little less. You’ll worry a little less. You’ll be the perfect vessel for Master’s cock.” She pinches my nipple and tugs my earlobe with her teeth.

Between that and the leg I’m riding, I cum again and then a second time. And I’m starting to feel lighter. Ditzy. Happy.

“Came for a cure for the… the… the…” I know I came here cause of a cure. Needed to get protected from the… thing that was making it… why can’t I remember why I’m here?

“The cure for your worries,” the bimbo on top of me says. “Are you worried anymore?”

I’m s’posed to be. It’s like, a big deal or whatever. It means I can’t go to school.

Ugh. Boring.

Why do I even want to go to school?

Boys are there! And sexy, sexy sluts who’ll eat my cunt and make me cum again and again and again and again.

The slut on top of me does it even better than I imagine and my eyes roll back in my head as I listen to the slutty secrets she tells me to make me into the perfect bimbo.