The Bimbo Wand Bundle 2

by Bo Naidal

  She licked at the cum that was left at the end of my cock. She then placed her whole mouth around my cock and began to clean it. I looked down in utter amazement at how wonderful she was.

  From my vantage point, as she leaned in, I could now see her ass. Oh, what an ass she had. Such wonderfully rounded mounds.

  I thought for sure after the brilliant titty fuck I'd just gotten, my cock would need some time to recover. But as she worked her mouth around it, already I could feel myself getting hard again.

  I wanted to fuck her. She'd given me a brilliant titty fuck, now what was it I could do for her? I reached down. Her hands found mine, and I pulled her up to me.

  The massive office chair leaned back as she climbed atop me. She straddled me. She was atop me like some wild feline animal, glaring down at me with those spectacular emerald eyes of hers.

  "So what do you like?" I asked her.

  "I love your cock!" She said without hesitation.

  "I noticed that," I said. "But I mean, is there some special way you'd like to, well, enjoy my cock?"

  "Oh," she said.

  She thought about it.

  "You know, I've always had this fantasy of fucking with shitloads of money around me," Natalie admitted.

  I cast a glance at the cash she'd been counting for me.

  "It's not enough," she said.

  I nodded.

  "What about the vault?" I asked.

  "The vault?" She said, surprised.

  "Is it still open?" I asked her.

  She thought about it. Then, she made a decision.

  Her big breasts and ass jiggling as she did so, Natalie clambered off of me. She went to her desk, opened a drawer, and took out a key. Then, in her padded bare feet, she went to the door of her office. She opened it a crack and peered out.

  She looked back at me. She placed a finger over her lips. Then she motioned for me to follow her. On tiptoes, and completely naked, we crept out of her office.

  Henry the security guard was fast asleep, leaning and snoring against a counter. We made our way behind him, to the back of the bank. The massive vault door was still open. There was merely a caged door keeping us from entering.

  Natalie stuck her key inside and turned. The cage door opened, and we crept inside the vault. As soon as we were there, I grabbed Natalie. I pulled her to me, her massive bazookas bouncing against me.

  I kissed her passionately. This was beyond doubt the most exciting thing I'd ever done. Sex in a money vault surrounded by cash and valuables. Natalie roped her hands around me, responding to my kisses with an intensity that matched my own.

  My cock was as hard as ever. Natalie reached down with her hands and stroked it. I'd never been this excited over a fuck!

  I lead Natalie to the massive desk in the middle of the vault where they counted the cash. I began to gently push her down onto the desk. But she stopped me.

  "Wait!" She whispered.

  Then she looked around the vault. There were several sacks. She picked one up and dumped it on the desk. Big wads of hundred dollar bills that had been counted and sealed fell onto the desk.

  Natalie tore at one of the bunches, tearing its seal so the bills all fell loose. She then lay down on the desk, picked up the bills and let them fall all over her body. She then spread her legs apart.

  "Come and get me big boy," she said.

  My big cock bouncing up and down as I rushed to her, I climbed on the desk right between her legs. I studied her pale voluptuous body, laying there in wait of me to fuck her.

  I picked her legs up. I edged in closer and let my huge cock fall right across her lovely pussy. I just let it lay there right atop it. It felt intense.

  She was so wet, and the feeling of her pussy, as I let my cock slide up and down its sweet velveteen was profound as any religious text.

  She moaned as I did this.

  "Put it in," she said.

  All her life she'd wanted this. All her life she'd wanted a massive cock stuffed inside her pussy. She'd dreamed of it. You could see all this in her face. But she'd never had a chance!

  I was going to do this for her. But not yet. First I grabbed more of the wads of money she'd dumped on the table. One by one I broke their seals, and let the money spill out on her.

  The bills fluttered like butterflies falling down over that vivacious body of hers. Her massive tits became verdant hills of green. Her slender hips a sweet, green valley.

  All the while I kept my cock moving, sliding over that wet pussy of hers. I let it slide to the right and the left over her wonderful pussy lips. I guided the head of my cock right to her nub, and let it work swirls around it.

  The feeling was delicious!

  But still, I let more money fall onto her body. She watched the bills falling all around her in a delirious revery.

  "Money, money, how I love money! Money and cock! I love this!" She said.

  She nearly moaned for every bill that fell. Her breasts heaved upward, bills rising and falling as she breathed in great gasps of excitement.

  Finally, I'd torn the seal on every mound of money there'd been on the table. We were surrounded in a massive pool of money.

  I waded into it with my head, and my lips found hers. She opened her mouth hungrily. Her wet, sensuous lips caved into mine. Her tongue welcomed my own, as it sloshed around in her mouth.

  And even as I kissed her, my cock still slid over that wet, velvet hatch of hers. Her legs quivered, so ready was she for the fuck she'd been waiting for all her life.

  I let my lips come up off of hers.

  "Are you ready," I said, teasingly.

  "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Money and cock, I'm so ready!"

  "You do the honors then," I said.

  "Yes!" she said.

  She reached down with one hand. She grabbed my giant cock and stroked it. Then she gripped it firmly, and she led it right to her pussy.

  I pushed in. God, the feeling! She was so wet. How could she have been that wet? And it was as if her pussy had been made just for my cock. She fit me as snug as an elastic, velveteen glove.

  The feeling of that pussy as it slipped around my cock, it was sweeter than anything I'd ever felt. I was sure of it. I'd intended to take it slow at first, to ease into her warm inviting box gradually.

  But she'd lifted her legs and thrust her pelvis at me so that my entire cock just slipped in at once. I was in her all the way to the hilt in an instant. The pleasure killed me!

  "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She said in dire rasps.

  I began with a faster, harder rhythm than I usually do. Each thrust was an incredible pleasure, sliding in and out of her marvelous pussy.

  "Yes, yes, that's what I need," she gasped.

  But I knew what she really wanted. I leaned down on her, even as I continued to thrust with my pelvis. I crunched that whole pile of money down on top of her. I wanted her to feel that mound of cash squeezing down on her as I fucked her.

  "Oh, money, money, money, I love the feeling of money!" She said.

  "I love the feeling of your pussy!" I said.

  I let my cock come nearly all the way out of her pussy, and I'd let it pause there for just an instant, so she'd miss it, then I'd thrust it back in.

  All the while, Natalie grabbing at my back and squeezing me down so she could feel all the money squishing into her. Her tits were so big, they peaked out of the money, and soon I could feel them rubbing against my own naked chest.

  And as for her ass, as I thrust into her, her ass is what made the whole thing work. It was the perfect love cushion to support every thrust I made.

  I kept my thrust long and hard. Again and again, I'd come out to the very tip of my cock, pause just a moment, then thrust deep and hard into her. The perfect rhythm I found drove her utterly wild.

  Soon I couldn't hold back any longer. I needed to come. I needed to come more than I'd ever wanted to come. I began thrusting wildly into her. I even began to holler as I did so, my voice echoing around
the bank's vault.

  And Natalie just kept repeating her chant, "yes, yes, yes, money and cock, money and cock, yes, yes, yes."

  Her wildly sexy voice and her continuous moaning in my ear was too much for me. My stomach and leg muscles worked overtime to deliver some of the hardest thrusts I'd ever given a woman. I knew I was moments away from a mighty climax.

  As Natalie began to quiver more than ever, and her pussy began to convulse, with her arms flailing, she pushed more and more money in on us. Money was flying everywhere around us!

  And then she was screaming in orgasm. Her pussy tightened and convulsed with fury. And my climax came just at the same time. I began to shoot rope after rope of cum inside her.

  I'd never imagined I could come like this. I could feel each delicious rope of cum as it shot out, and went deep into Natalie's insides. And on and on it went for both of us, the longest, hardest orgasm either of us could have imagined.

  When it was done, we lay there, heaps of sweat, money still fluttering in the air, and piles of it all around us. Both of us panted heavily.

  Natalie was panting, trying to get her breath.

  "That was...that was..." she tried to say.

  "Stupendous," I said, finishing the sentence for her.

  "Yes," she hissed, happily.

  We lay there for a few minutes savoring each other, Natalie also savoring all the bills around her.

  Then we heard a voice.

  "Eh, Ms. Natalie, everything all right in there. I thought I heard something."

  It was the security guard!

  Natalie's smiled delightedly in amusement.

  "No problem, Henry! The girls left this place in a mess. I'm probably going to be in here all night counting cash. You gonna sign for me that you verified everything when I'm done?"

  "You know I don't mind doing that for you," said Henry from outside the vault. "And lord knows I could use the overtime pay."

  Natalie stifled her laughter.

  She whispered in my ear, "and it's a good thing the security cameras have been on the fritz all week."

  "I'm just glad I came here to open my account," I whispered to Natalie.

  Natalie shined her green eyes up at me.

  "Well, you're in no hurry are you. We've still got plenty of time. The way I see it, it's going to be along night."

  My cock had softened, but it was still firmly in her pussy. Natalie gyrated a little. I wondered if I could just keep it in place and maybe get hard again.

  "Yet another long night," I said. "Sounds good to me."

  "Huh?" Natalie asked.

  "Nothing," I said, placing my lips on hers.

  Oh, how I loved that bimbo wand!

  The end for now.

  Bimbo Wand 5: The Neighbor

  My name is Michael Christian Jones. Everyone calls me MC.

  This is another story about my Bimbo Wand. Don't worry if you've never heard any of my other stories. I'll get you up to snuff in a jiff.

  By sheer accident or at least some very good luck, I'd found a magic wand. I called it my bimbo wand. It could take the saddest woman and spread bliss all over her face. How? By giving her the greatest figure on earth.

  Every time I used the wand, the results only appeared to get better and better. Or maybe it was just me. You have no idea what it's like to watch a thin, wispy girl get turned into a voluptuous love goddess. And then to have this nubile love goddess overcome by incredibly decadent desires for you!

  But that's what kept happening!

  Each of these girls I'd used the wand on had been overwhelmed by the experience. They couldn't contain their joy and just had to share it with me. Of course, most women are attracted to me—but this went beyond normal attraction. These women had to have me and fast. I was always happy to oblige them.

  What I wondered now, is when and where would I use the wand again. This is that story.

  I'd gone home. Not to my hole in the wall apartment, but to the home where I'd grown up. I was making heaps of money with my job at an antique shop. I wanted to share my good fortunes with my parents.

  Sadly, when I got to my house, the door was locked. I didn't even have a key. I'd forgotten what day it was! On Wednesdays, my parents always went out for the day.

  I shrugged. I decided I'd just have to come back another day. I turned around to leave. I was caught by surprise. There standing right in back of me was Annie Apples. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't seen her in years.

  "Surprise!" She hollered at me.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked her.

  "I should ask you the same question, MC?" She said. "After all, at least I still live here."

  "You do? I thought you'd gone away to college?"

  "I did," she said. "But it wasn't really working out. I may go back next semester...or not. I haven't decided. And you?"

  "You know me. I got thrown out for having a girl in my dorm," I said. "Can you believe it?"

  "Yeah, sounds like you, MC," Annie laughed.

  Annie had the most delightful face you'd ever seen. It was as homespun as a piece of apple pie. She had big active hazel eyes and just a smattering of freckles over her nose.

  The problem was her figure. She was as flat as flat could be. There wasn't a curve on her body. A lot of memories came flooding back to me.

  You see, Annie and I had been best friends in elementary school. We'd even joked about getting married one day. But then puberty changed everything for us.

  I buffed out without even trying. Sports came naturally to me. The result being that girls were all over me almost as soon as I turned thirteen.

  Just the opposite happened to Annie. It's like puberty never happened for her. She remained as flat as ever. No breasts, no ass. There wasn't a bit of meat on her.

  Even now, she wore a silly bikini. I say silly because there was simply nothing for it to hang on. It was embarrassing to look at.

  I guessed that she'd been sunbathing in the yard. That must be why she'd seen me.

  I avoided looking at Annie's curveless body any more than I had to. I concentrated on her face.

  "So why don't you come over and have a beer?" Annie asked me.

  "Sure, why not?" I said.

  In no time I was at Annie's house next door. We were sitting in her living room, her on the sofa, and me on an armchair. Annie had brought us both a bottle of beer.

  "Beers with the neighbor," I joked. "How nice!"

  I raised my bottle, then smacked it into Annie's. Then we both took a big swill from our bottles. It was a hot day!

  "So how have you been, Annie," I asked. "When was the last time we even talked?"

  "I guess it's been a while," she said.

  I was so glad we finally had a chance to speak. I should have waited before unloading on her, but seeing her brought back a lot of memories. There'd been things I'd wanted to say to her for a long time.

  "Annie, you gave me the cold shoulder all through middle school, and then high school," I said. "We were best friends. What happened?"

  Annie sighed.

  "So much for small talk, eh?" She said.

  "But what happened?" I asked.

  "Well, look at me!" She said.

  She suddenly stood up in that silly bikini of hers. She raised her hands up in the air, showing me just how utterly flat she was.

  I blinked. It was unfortunate for a woman with a face as pretty as hers to have a body like that.

  But I shrugged it off.

  "A friend's a friend. We could've stayed friends," I said.

  She shook her head, as she sat back down.

  "Middle school, high school, it was all hell," Annie said. "I was the flattest chested girl in school. In the whole district probably. Hell, probably the state. You have no idea how vicious those other girls were to me. And you were so popular!"

  "So brushing me off was just your way of dealing with it," I said. "Shit. I didn't even realize that until now. I should've tried harder to be your friend. I'm such an
idiot."

  "It's not your fault I didn't get any breasts or ass, MC," She said. "I'm sorry I stopped being your friend. It was just my way of dealing with it. Just seeing how good-looking you'd become, body and all, it hurt a lot, I guess."

  "Well, what's done is done. I'm glad we're talking now though," I said.

  We raised our beers again and clicked them, then took another swill.

  Annie smiled at me. She really did have a lovely face. God, how I hated thinking about her having such a beautiful face and then not getting a body to match it.

  "So what happened at college?" I said.

  "College?" she said.

  "Yeah, why are you taking a semester off and thinking about not even going back?" I asked.

  Annie looked down. She let out a big sigh. Then her face got a little red. She looked up at me, a little angry.

  "To tell you the truth, MC, I'm sick of them other girls flashing their tits and ass at the professor and getting good grades, and me working my ass off and getting nothing," Annie said. "It ain't a fair world. I don't know what I'm gonna do."

  I felt stunned. Here was my great friend, my best friend from elementary school, and all this time she'd been suffering. And still, she was suffering. And I hadn't even realized it. I felt so bad. And she was right, her treatment had been awful.

  I knew I had to do something for her. But what? Then it occurred to me. Of course, I could help her! I had the bimbo wand. If she wanted I could give her a figure that would outmatch all the rest.

  My backpack was leaning against the chair. I reached for it, unzipped it, and pulled out the wand.

  "What's that?" Annie asked me, her eyes all wide and innocent.

  "I call it the bimbo wand," I said.

  "The what?" She asked.

  "Never mind that," I said. "The thing is this. It's magic. If I wave it at you and say the magic words, within minutes you'll have the figure of a love goddess."

  "You sure you're feeling okay, MC?" Annie asked me. "That's about the craziest thing I've ever heard."

  I looked right into Annie's eyes.

  "Annie, you've known me since I was a young boy," I said. "You know I'd never lie to you. I'm telling you, I've seen this wand work. I don't know how or why, but it really works. Now, do you want me to use it on you or not?"