Bimbofication Bundle Volume 1

by Devin U. P.

  It was like she had never blown a man before.

  “God! Have you never blown a man before?”

  She shook her head as if to say no. “No wonder he left you.”

  “Fine then I’ll teach you. Now open your mouth wider and roll your tongue around my penis. Lick my balls and suck on it like you would a lollypop. Keep doing that till you make me cum and remember, drink every drop.”

  She did just that, word for word. She followed my order and blew me off.

  I nutted in her hard, my cock released all the pent up rage and cum I had accumulated and shot everything inside her. It was even more satisfying to see her drink it.

  Now it you want me to fuck you, your going have to do it. Ride me and move by yourself and make me cum.

  She got on top of me and slid in my cock inside. It was really hot and wet. It went in smooth and she took the whole thing in. she grabbed my head and pushed her breasts against my face and started moving hard. She bucked on top of me, riding me and slamming my cock against her cervix. She smiled as she enjoyed the position of power. She made my dick slam against her g- spot and just when her pussy tightened and when she was about to cum. I removed my dick and pushed her of me.

  “Why?” she said looking devastated as she fell on the couch

  “Because you were enjoying it.”

  “But I’ve done everything you’ve asked. Why are you being so mean to me.?” she asked me like a little girl

  I turned her over and played with her clit, I pushed my dick near her pussy and started teasing her.

  “Because, your about to learn. Call me master. Beg for my dick. I need to train you fast.” I said

  I had only seventy two hours and she would go back to being a bitch, she might come between me and my new restaurant. So I had no time.

  “Please fuck me master I’ll do anything.”

  “Oh, Promise to be my slave till you die?” I asked jokingly

  “Yes!” she said with conviction

  I stood there looking at her for a moment and thrusted my dick in her pussy. She came immediately, her wall clamped around me and it tighten as the juices leaked out of the sides. She came hard.

  “Thank you…” she said as she grabbed the couch

  But I was nowhere near done.

  I started moving faster. She was sensitive but she was enjoying it. I moved harder slapping her ass.

  “Ah-ah-ah-aha.” She moaned and panted

  I came inside her pussy. I blew my entire load inside her. I knew it was a bad idea. Imagine if she was the mother of my children.

  I fucked her till the morning. She was broken and spent by then. I drove her to her place and got her ready. She called her lawyer and everything was done. The restaurant was mine

  Nine Months later...

  “Mr. Garcia!” shouted Adam from the front desk

  I walked up to him as he talked with the guest we had been waiting for. It was a local celebrity who was celebrating his 60th birthday at the restaurant.

  “Good evening Mr. Reynard.” I said shaking his hand

  “And you are?” asked the old movie legend

  “I own Charlotte, my name is Felix Garcia.”

  “Oh! You have such a wonderful restaurant. Who did you name it after?”

  “My wife. Oh, here she is.” I said pointing at Charlotte

  “Hi! OMG, it’s so awesome to meet a real movie star! Right Darling?” she said holding our child

  “She recently gave birth to our daughter.” I said smiling at her

  Yup, that’s right. I got her pregnant and then married her. It turned out that the bimbo pill’s effects never wore off and she turned into a full- fledged bimbo, so I had nothing to worry about.

  We fell in ‘love’ and got married.

  Well Shit happens. Right?

  THE BIMBO RING: Slave to his voice

  I stood by the window of my upscale Manhattan apartment overlooking the street, waiting for my girlfriend. It was half past five in the evening and I was standing there nervously playing with the small box I had in my hand.

  Today was that day, the biggest day of my life! I was about to propose to my girlfriend Mary. And of course, I was nervous, I worked for her father as one of his assistants. He was a big shot on Wall Street, the kind of guy that can make or break you and your future, and I had finally got his permission to marry her, so I was on fucking cloud nine. There was no way I couldn’t blow this opportunity.

  So everything had to be perfect. So when she was out, I had the decorators come in and get our apartment done beautifully. A theme of white and gold, and of course I had the ring, food from the most expensive caterer in Manhattan and the best champagne to toast. Seeing as it was our one year anniversary, I went all out. I had never spent that much money on anything

  I saw her red overcoat enter the apartment at the corner of my eye and shuffled to the door.

  But you see, to me it wasn’t about advancing my career or using her father as a springboard or making a name for myself or earning millions of dollars. No, I actually was in love with this girl. Boy, if only I could tell you how beautiful this girl was. Words couldn’t do her justice.

  It’s always her body at first. Her body would always be the first thing to captivate you, her perfect curves. She didn’t have big boobs or a big ass but her breast to butt ratio was impeccable, genes at their finest and her sense of style wasn’t too bad either. She wore her clothes that accented her body.

  She basically looked like homer’s description of a Greek goddess, you look away for a while and then your gaze would always uncontrollably gravitate to her face.

  Her blue eyes that would drag you in with every gaze and her light brunette hair that would flow like a waterfall on her shoulder. Even her nose and lips were erotic. I would just get horny looking at her. Every time we had sex, it was like I was taking an addictive drug. I never used to shudder when I came, not before I met her anyway

  I heard the jingling of the keys, so I shut of the lights and knelt down a good five feet from the door and braced myself.

  I heard giggling and a conversation between two people. Oh shit, was one of her friends with her?

  She opened the door before I could do anything, I saw that it was the silhouette of a man pining my girlfriend against the door and kissing her neck. He threw her coat next to me and immediately put his hand inside her pants and began to masturbate her. I just knelt there, I was in shock, the only thing I could feel at that moment was the pain rising up from the ground through my knee cap and hitting my heart.

  She switched on the lights in the midst of their foreplay, and when their gaze moved to meet mine. Both jumped in fright as they saw me on the floor.

  The guy looked at me and then at the decoration. I guess it hit him first, he mumbled something about being in a relationship and darted out the door. But I couldn’t care less about him. My eyes were glued on her face, her face that had no remorse.

  Her body language that screamed ‘SO?’ she looked at the decorations and just walked past by me and sat on the couch.

  The nerve of this bitch. I mean, no explanation? We live together, we have to address this at some point.

  “I thought you were at work.” She asked me throwing her purse on the coffee table

  Before I ask her what the fuck she was doing, she cut me off and said “So? What is this like a proposal?”

  “What? Who was that guy…YES THIS IS A PROPOSAL!” I said jumping up

  “Fuck man, really? Well before you ask me to marry you or something, let me take a look the ring.”

  She grabbed the box out of hands and opened the box.

  “What the fuck is this shit? Is this a paper straw? Where’s the Diamond?”

  “It was the straw from the restaurant where we had our first date. The same one that was on our table when we kissed.” I mumbled in embarrassment

  “Mary! Please why are you doing this? Who was that guy?”

  “Oh please. You actually
thought I would marry you? Greg are you out of your god damn mind?”

  “We’ve been dating for an entire year! Why is it so hard to believe that I want to marry you? I love you, you know that.”

  “Dude. We have sex but it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything.”

  “Huh? What do you mean we’re not exclusive? You’ve met my parents. Your dad gave me permission to marry you last year at his pool party, you were with me. You were excited. And I’ve taken you with me to so many place across the world! Why the fuck would I do all that if we weren’t exclusive?”

  “Wow chill! Greg look you’re a nice guy but I’m not really that into you. Since it’s come to this, I guess there’s no other way than to say this.”

  “Say what?”

  “I’ve been using you Greg. God! You’re so stupid. Why else would I date my dad’s fucking assistant? I’ve been using you so that my dad will eventually stop snooping on me. If I kept ‘Dating’ you then he said he’d leave me the fuck alone. Besides I got a side bonus, with you pampering me so much.”

  “I’m twenty three and you’re twenty seven. I still want to fuck and party before I get too old. Maybe then I’ll marry you. If you’re rich by then of course.”

  “You told me you loved me, yesterday in the shower. Remember? When we were fucking so intimately. You said I made you feel like no man ever has.”

  “Oh for fuck sake’s. This getting depressing man. I don’t love you. Besides I fucked Jeremy yesterday after you left to work. Oh by the way, He has a bigger dick than you and he’s fucked me so hard that I was walking bow legged for an entire day. He said he’ll take care of me.”

  “Jeremy? Mr. Pratt? You fucked your dad’s partner?”

  “Yeah. It was so wrong, yet so fucking hot!”

  “How long have you been sleeping with him? And who the fuck was that guy who you came in with?”

  “About two years on and off. He’s just a friend who I see for sex every now and then.”

  “No. No. No. Come on Mary, don’t do this to me. Shit.”

  “Well I guess I’ll leave, this is boring. Greg cheer up, the sex was kinda okay. You have a nice body, you 6.2 and fit. You have a reasonably big cock, you’ll be able to find someone. Bye!” she said slamming the door behind her

  “Wait!” I said trying not to choke on the lump that had formed in my throat

  I was hoping the door would open and all of this was a joke but I just stood there with my mouth open and tears streaming down my face like an idiot.

  I had never been humiliated like that in my entire life. I am a good person, my parents raised me right. I put myself through college. I’ve made it a life’s goal to help people and just be a good person. And this is what I get in return? Did I have such bad karma? Fuck!

  I went to the bathroom and got into the bathtub with my clothes on and turned on the shower, I sat there for a while moping.

  I got up at around midnight and went to sleep. I didn’t go to work the next day or pick up the phone. I wanted to be left alone. No, what I actually wanted was to get even. But I didn’t know how and it was killing me. I couldn’t think of any way to actually hurt her like she hurt me. So I wasn’t sad, I was frustrated that this bitch who used me and fucked me over so royally got away at the end.

  I went on the internet searching for ‘cheating girlfriend + revenge’. I went through so many stories of smashing cars and sending the girl’s parents photos and even physical abuse but none of these methods would help me. Deep down I still wanted her back and I hated myself for it. Eventually I found myself on a magical hexes and curses site. Shit! What the fuck was I doing, just as I was about to give in I saw the name of a street that I was familiar with down in a forum thread. That street was near my childhood home. So I knew it well and scrolled down because I was little curious.

  The account was by a man who was being cheated on by his wife and had apparently gone to this shop named Leigh’s antique’s on that street and had apparently bought a necklace from this guy Leigh. And apparently that necklace helped him fix his relationship with his wife.

  Unusual that a necklace would help a relationship which that fucked up but still, pretty straightforward right.

  Maybe she repented after he gave her the necklace as a present?

  But that wasn’t it. What was unusual was the way he wrote about how his wife had become so different and that it was really magic.

  Odd, I thought. Magic? A necklace? Probably fake, but it was extremely intriguing. Because for some odd reason his account seemed so real. So I decided to go, it’s not like I had anything to loose.

  I looked around the dingy antique store, it was dusty and the stuff looked more like your grandmother’s old trash rather than priceless antiques. The roof was moldy and dusty like it hadn’t been cleaned since it opened. And the air was filled with a disgusting smell that reminded me of a wet cat.

  All and all it was pretty tiny shop and I could cover the entire place with less than twenty steps. There was nobody at the counter and I was getting impatient, the fact that I had to stay in this shithole for more than a minute pissed me off. But I needed to meet the owner of this shop and ask him about the necklace.

  Because apparently he’s a guy who deals in magical artifacts. Well according to possible drug addict on the internet, anyway.

  But this is where it had come to, this was my last ditch effort to save my relationship with my girlfriend.

  I kept staring at my reflection on the glass counter when I heard a deep cool voice from behind me. I turned around and there was a fifty year old dude with an English accent that looked like slightly less wrinkled Keith Richards.

  “So? Tell me. What can I do for ya?” asked the owner of Leigh’s Antique’s

  “Hey! Uh, Well I need a present for my girlfriend. Something like a necklace or maybe a ring?” I told him leaning on the glass counter

  “Oh ok. Is it an anniversary kind of a thing? Or a proposal kind of a thing?”

  “I don’t….look I know this is going to sound weird but have you sold a magic necklace to a man not too long ago?”

  “Hmmm. Brilliant. Right to the point, I see. Seems like you’re in the deep end of the shit my mate. Not many people know about that. Did the man tell you that?”

  “No it was on the internet.”

  “Right. Of course.” He said rolling his eyes

  “Let’s go upstairs and have us a cup of tea. And we’ll pick out something from my private collection alright?”

  “What? Look man. I don’t really have the time. I just wanted to take a chance. You can tell me that I’m out of my mind. No need to make fun of me.”

  “Oh? What if I told you that you could in fact save your relationship? Would you be interested in it then? In taking a chance?”

  I stood there for a minute trying to read him.

  “But I need to ask. What’s in it for you? You just met me.”

  “Well money of course. What I’m about to offer is extremely expensive my friend. But it can most definitely get the job done. You look like you have the money, from the looks of your fancy suit I’d say your one of those Wall Street guys?”

  “Yeah pretty much. But what are you talking about, I’m completely lost. Do you actually have a magical necklace?”

  “Well then let’s get you enlightened shall we? Now follow me.”

  “My name is Arthur Leigh.” He said handing me a cup of earl grey

  “Oh sorry. I’m Gregory Wilson. You can call me Greg.”

  “And you can call me Art. Or Leigh, I don’t really care.”

  “So tell me about your girlfriend, your relationship and anything you think is significant.”

  So I told him everything.

  “Well women, right. But yours seems especially cruel. Maybe daddy issues?”

  I was impatiently taping my feet.

  “Ok look Greg, I do have something. It’s a ring, same as the necklace, it was enchanted by a shaman in Polynesia.”

>   “It does only one thing and that my friend it turn your woman into a bimbo.”

  “Now. Don’t ask me useless questions like, are there shamans in Polynesia? The ring is one hundred grand. It only works when the man puts it on his woman’s finger. She can’t remove it with her free will. You can remove it but she’ll go back to being the way she was before. And remember I haven’t touched it. Oh and blood…”

  I didn’t hear that last part, I just sat there staring at the ring in amazement. I finished the tea and thought of asking him if I could take it home and testing it before but he didn’t seem like that kind of a dude. It was obviously sketchy and one hundred grand was huge. But was it huge for a ring like that?

  “Okay I’ll take it but I’m only going to pay 25.”

  “25? Are you joking mate?”

  “30”

  “One hundred grand. Final offer kid.”

  “Fine but I need the money back if it doesn’t work.”

  “Oh it’ll work. Don’t work about that.”

  So I wrote him a check for one hundred fucking grand. My entire life savings dwindled in half for a fucking magical ring.

  I took a cab and went straight home, I kept touching and staring at the ring. It was silver and quite old. It had these weird swirly engravings on both sides and it had a black discoloration on the inside. Quite frankly I thought I had been fucked in the ass. But decided to try it out, seeing as that was my only option.

  I called her that night and told her to come over as I had a surprise for her and that I wanted to make up.

  She didn’t give a shit till I baited her with a trip to Italy.

  I told her we were going to Milan for a month and she was like a little girl giggling over the phone and how I was right and that we had to make up.

  The bitch.

  I was about to go to sleep when I heard a knock on the door. She came in with a Beige trench coat. She jumped to me and hugged me.

  “Oh my god! Greg, Italy? Seriously? Oh my… I totally want to go to the fashion shows and can I shop? I want to shop in Milan.”