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The Bimbo Cure: Sara

Lilah Vixen

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Bimbos don’t care about anything but Master. Master says what’s right and wrong. Mr. Stern pays me to work on Saturdays and follow directions. Easy enough, but when I forget my phone at the office and come back after hours I’m shocked to see a GIGGLY BIMBO who’s leaking milk out of her big titties. Then Mr. Stern shows up and all my thoughts fly away and I’m ready to be a ditzy, dumb bimbo for Daddy, the DOMINANT, alpha male who’s going to breed my virgin body and take control of my mind. Warning: The Bimbo Cure is waiting for nubile women ready to be filled to the brim by dominant alphas and forget about all their troubles… and all the pesky knowledge clouding their brains! Read this hot, erotic tale of bimbo transformation today.

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The Bimbo Cure: Sara

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“I am such a blissed out little bimbo.”

I worry too much and I’ve been cooped up for too long. I’m going out of my mind with boredom. When an advert on a video app shows me a way to let go of all my worries and enjoy life, I’m ready!

Soon I’m meeting the BLONDE BEAUTIES who promise to take my troubles away. Before I know it I’m all GIGGLES and my hair is just as blonde. Then I meet the dominant ALPHA MAN who's taken CONTROL of my mind. And when he takes my VIRGINITY and BREEDS my tight body, I finally know where I belong.

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“Good girl,” he mutters, petting her head as she practically purrs with pleasure. I want to be her. I want to push her off his lap and take her place so that Mast--Mr. Stern is touching me like that. It’s wrong. My mind goes fuzzy around the edges again and I have to bite back a sound. Bimbos don’t care about anything but Master. Master says what’s right and wrong. I squirm where I’m laying and something tugs on my arms. Rope? I’m tied up? I struggle against it, as if Mr. Stern and his hot bimbo aren’t right in front of me. But it just seems to make the rope tighter. Mr. Stern chuckles darkly and I can feel it all the way to my pussy. “I’ll untie you when you beg,” he tells me. The bimbo slides off his lap and kneels at his feet. “Please!” If all it takes is begging, then I’ll do it. I’m so confused. My brain feels mushy and my body is all tight and tingly and none of this is right. “Please let me go.” “That’s not what you’re begging for, baby.” He reaches out and his hand smells like the bimbo’s milk. I can practically taste it. He grips my chin until I’m staring at him. “Now tell me why you’re resisting. I can feel the slut inside you just waiting to come out. I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Weeks and weeks of watching you in the office, weeks and weeks of making you do what I say. Did you even realize it?” “Nu--no,” it’s barely a whisper, but maybe he’s right. I have been feeling strange these last few weeks. Could Mast--Mr. Stern have something to do with that?

“Silly baby,” his thumb brushes over my lips and I can’t help but taking a taste. I squeeze my eyes shut, as if that will somehow help with my willpower. I want to give into him. I can feel all my worries ready to melt away. I don’t need a silly brain when Master is here.

The Bimbo Cure: Sara

I’m working for Mr. Stern this summer. He’s the best boss ever and this job is easier than I ever thought possible. I just need to show up every Saturday, do a few simple tasks around the office, and keep my phone on during the week in case he needs me. The pay? Crazy good! I know everyone says you can’t pay off college with a summer job, but if Mr. Stern keeps me on after I start this fall, I’m going to pay everything, no problem. Sure, the whole situation is a little weird. I don’t really how I found the job. Or when exactly I started. Or why Mr. Stern wanted me so bad. No need to think about that, baby girl. I shiver. I keep having thoughts like that. Though that makes my mind numb and my privates tingly. My privates have been tingly a lot since I got this job. I try not to think about it. Try not to think. Good girls don’t think about touching themselves. They don’t imagine lips and fingers teasing them until they’re begging for more. It’s wrong. My dad taught me that. Have to follow the rules. So why are my fingers teasing my waistband? I yank my hand out of my pants and try to focus. I’m only allowed to be in the office on Saturdays for some reason and I need to get this stuff done. I don’t want to disappoint Mr. Stern. He’s been nothing but a kind, amazing, confident, sexy boss.

Sexy? I’m not supposed to think that about my boss! He’s so much older than me. So much more experienced. He wouldn’t want a virginal girl like me. Ugh! Why am I thinking about something I can’t have? I need to work. Mr. Stern expects the office to be perfect when he gets in on Mondays. He leaves me notes and messages telling me so. Some Saturdays I just sit and listen to his voice for more than an hour. Those Saturdays just float by. Today Mr. Stern only left me a note. I have to get all of my work done by 3:30 and be out of the office. I don’t know why he wants me gone, but I need to do what Mr. Stern says. Following orders feels good. I have a lot to do, but I manage to finish up on time and get out of there. It’s only as I’ve driven almost all the way home that I realize I left my phone at work. That’s bad. I’m not sure what to do. Mr. Stern wants me to be available by phone all the time, but he told me to finish up by 3:30. It only takes me a minute to decide to turn around. I did finish my work like Mr. Stern asked. It will only take a minute to get my phone. I’m surprised that one of Mr. Stern’s cars is in the lot when I get back. He’s so rich that he has more than one. This is one of the fancy sports cars. I don’t know what kind. I don’t care about cars. I’ll just sneak inside really quick and hopefully Mr. Stern won’t see me. Everything is going alright. I find my phone after crawling under my desk for a minute when I hear a door creak open. I glance up, expecting to see Mr. Stern. It’s not him. It’s some… some… bimbo. She’s tall and blonde and pregnant and she’s got the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen. She’s obscenely gorgeous. Just the kind of girl my dad warned me about.

No matter what, he said, I can’t be weak and turn out like her. That’s why I can’t have a boyfriend. That’s why I can’t touch myself. I’m weak and I’ll become an airheaded little slut if I ever give in. Does she know Mr. Stern? Why is she here? Is she some sort of prostitute that he hired? Does he like pregnant ditzes? I keep my head down. For some reason I’m scared that she might see me, that she might tell Mr. Stern I’m here. It’s completely irrational. What’s the worst some ditzy bimbo could do to me? Giggle? Stupid girls don’t have to worry. What are these thoughts that keep flitting through my head? I’m not stupid. I’m not some horny bimbo slut. I’m just an eighteen year old trying to make a bit of cash before college. I crawl to the next desk and see the door. I’m not sure where the bimbo or Mr. Stern are. Given how pregnant she is, I’d definitely hear her if she got close. Or so I think. I’m ready to make a break for the door when suddenly tits and the bimbo they belong to are in front of my face. “Boo!” she says, giggling wildly. Her shirt is so thin it's basically see through. And is she lactating? Holy moly. “Excuse me,” I say to her, hoping she’ll let me go. Instead she just giggles again and calls out, “Master! There’s some girl here!” She reaches into her shirt and comes back with a thick white substance. She sticks her fingers right in front of my face and into my mouth. But before I even what’s going on, I’m wondering who she’s talking about. Master? Then my brain kind of breaks and I out.

Good girls have big tits. Good girls fuck Master. Good girls don’t need brains. Good girls are bimbos. Words echo around my mind and there’s a strange taste in my mouth as I start to wake up. Everything feels fuzzy and distant, like I’m sitting in cotton and nothing can hurt me. I try to where I am or what’s happening, but it’s all a blank. Titties. A bimbo is right in front of me, her boobs leaking milk all over her pregnant belly. She’s sitting in Maste--Mr. Stern’s lap and he’s got his hand in panties. My privates are tingling again and I squeeze my legs together but that only makes it worse. I want to shove my fingers in my pussy and rub myself off, but I can’t. I know my dad’s rules. I can’t be some slutty bimbo. I can’t disappoint him like that. Why’s my brain all spacy? Why can’t I stuff? Why can’t I think? “I thought I was getting too powerful,” Mr. Stern says, acting as if the bimbo isn’t right on top of him. “So powerful, Master. Love you!” She screams it out as she cums. “Good girl,” he mutters, petting her head as she practically purrs with pleasure. I want to be her. I want to push her off his lap and take her place so that Mast--Mr. Stern is touching me like that. It’s wrong. My mind goes fuzzy around the edges again and I have to bite back a sound. Bimbos don’t care about anything but Master.

Master says what’s right and wrong. I squirm where I’m laying and something tugs on my arms. Rope? I’m tied up? I struggle against it, as if Mr. Stern and his hot bimbo aren’t right in front of me. But it just seems to make the rope tighter. Mr. Stern chuckles darkly and I can feel it all the way to my pussy. “I’ll untie you when you beg,” he tells me. The bimbo slides off his lap and kneels at his feet. “Please!” If all it takes is begging, then I’ll do it. I’m so confused. My brain feels mushy and my body is all tight and tingly and none of this is right. “Please let me go.” “That’s not what you’re begging for, baby.” He reaches out and his hand smells like the bimbo’s milk. I can practically taste it. He grips my chin until I’m staring at him. “Now tell me why you’re resisting. I can feel the slut inside you just waiting to come out. I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Weeks and weeks of watching you in the office, weeks and weeks of making you do what I say. Did you even realize it?” “Nu--no,” it’s barely a whisper, but maybe he’s right. I have been feeling strange these last few weeks. Could Mast--Mr. Stern have something to do with that? “Silly baby,” his thumb brushes over my lips and I can’t help but taking a taste. I squeeze my eyes shut, as if that will somehow help with my willpower. I want to give into him. I can feel all my worries ready to melt away. I don’t need a silly brain when Master is here. But what would my dad think? That question gives me enough resolve to shut my lips and try and forget the taste of Mast--Mr. Stern. “What’s going on, baby? Why are you resisting?” There’s so much concern in his eyes that I just want to succumb, to do whatever he wants. Good bimbos follow Master’s orders.

My pussy clenches and I want to give in. “Can’t!” I manage to gasp out. “Can’t make dad sad. Let go?” It’s getting harder to make words good. Gotta keep my brains. Smarts are impor--impor--good. Strangely, Mast--Mr. Stern looks relieved. “Oh. That’s an easy fix then.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Cammy, come over here,” he calls to his bimbo. “Sara’s thirsty.” I slam my lips and eyes shut, as if that can stop whatever’s about to happen. I hear Cammy move, but I won’t look. I hear licking and slurping and then Master--no, Mr. Stern--groan. It shouldn’t make me feel like I do, but I squirm in place. “Now, baby,” Mr. Stern says, “Sara just wants to give you something to drink. Will you let her?” I keep my eyes closed. “Baby girl,” he croons and it makes me feel squirmy again. I want to do what he says. I need to. I can’t. “You said your dad wants you to be good. Isn’t it good to accept your host’s hospitality?” Those are a lot of words. My brain is too fuzzy to make sense of them. I shake my head, hoping he’ll understand. “Dumb little slut,” he says and my pussy is so wet. “You need to open your mouth for Cammy right now. Then I’ll let you go. I promise.” I know Master will keep his promises, so I open my mouth wide. But Cammy doesn’t give me a drink. She kisses me! My mouth opens in shock, and it’s not her tongue I taste. Instead it’s something thick and salty and perfect. Cum. It’s cum. It’s Mr. Stern’s cum. Whee!

My brain goes all twirly and I start laughing, loving the way my body feels. Cammy keeps kissing me, licking at my tongue until she’s sure I’ve swallowed everything down. I kiss her back. It feels so good. I swipe my tongue in her mouth, trying to get every drop of that delicious cum. I can feel my body starting to expand, to change, to make me perfect for Mr. Stern. “Are you ready to give in?” Mr. Stern’s voice rumbles in my ear and makes me all tingly. I’m making out with his bimbo and sucking down his cum. My pussy is drenched and I want to splay my legs and let him fuck me. But I still I’m not s’posed to. Cause. Cause. Cause…? “Um…” I giggle, unsure of what to say. Cammy pulls back and sticks her titty into my mouth and I suck down her milk. “That’s alright, baby. Just sleep.” Milk trickles down my throat as I out.

Good girls listen to Daddy. Good girls please Daddy. Daddy is Master. Master is Daddy. Daddy wants good sluts to be happy. Daddy’s girls are bimbos. You’re one of Daddy’s girls. Wake up, baby. I open my eyes and gasp. Daddy has me in his lap! I’m totally naked and so is he. His big cock is right there and so hard I want to slide down and wrap my lips around him like a good little bimbo. Why was I resisting before? Why would I do anything except for exactly what Daddy says? “How are you feeling, baby?” he asks, his breath hot against me and his fingers on my hips. I squirm against him. I want him to touch me more! I don’t know where Cammy went, but I’m so excited to have Daddy to myself. “I feel tingly. And wet.” I dunno why it was so hard to say it before. Now I want Daddy to know everything! “And do you know who I am?” His fingers stroke up my sides and I shiver. “Daddy!” I giggle and spread my legs even wider, hoping he gets the idea. I tasted his cum once and I want it again, deep inside me. “Fuck me, Daddy, please! Good girls fuck daddy!” “You know I’m your Daddy and your Master,” he says. “Are you ready to be my slut, baby? Ready for a new name and new life?”

A name? I have a name already. Don’t I? I think really hard, but all that’s in there are thoughts of pleasing Daddy and fucking my bimbo-sisters. I know I used to. It was important. What people called me. What did people call me? I giggle. I don’t care. I just want Daddy’s thick cock up my hot pussy! His fingers tickle the edge of it, so close to going in. I scoot forward to feel more, but he pulls back. “Answer my question, slut.” His voice gets all firm and grumbly. “Anything you want, Daddy!” It’s so easy to smile and wiggle while I’m sitting on top of Daddy. His cock brushes against my tingly place - my pussy! - and I know he belongs inside me, filling me up and making me just as pregnant as Cammy. My titties will be full of milk and feeding Daddy and my bimbo-sisters. I almost cum just thinking about it, but Daddy hasn’t said I could. I really wanna cum. “Can I cum, Daddy, please?” I pepper kisses along his chin, trying to be his good little girl so he’ll let me. I wrap my fingers around his cock and it's so big that they can’t even close all the way! Daddy groans and thrusts up against my palm and I let out a happy little squeal. Daddy likes that. I’m making Daddy feel good! “Fuck!” Daddy gasps. “There’s the slut I knew was hiding in there.” But he pulls my hand off his cock and I frown. “Daddy?” I want my fingers back on his hard cock and I whimper as he pulls me away. “You need a name.” He says it like it should mean something. “Need a name before I can make you mine.” “I am yours.” I don’t know why I’d want to be anyone else’s.

He groans again. “Fuck it. Your name is Baby, you fucking bimbo.” I giggle like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever said. “Uh, duh! You’re so silly Daddy. Fuck me?” My name’s always been Baby, I don’t know why he’s making such a big deal when he can stick his fat cock up my cunt and fuck me pregnant. Something wild comes into Daddy’s eyes and I squirm even more. “Baby thinks she’s in charge,” he says before kissing me harshly, then pulling back while I’m panting, my thoughts all scrambled. “She’s not.” Daddy lifts me up and flips me around until my butt is in the air and my pussy right there, wet and ready for him to take me. The papers on the desk go flying but I don’t care if it means Daddy’s about to fuck me. He grabs my arms and holds them tight behind my back and I can’t move at all. Daddy is in total control and I’d cum right on the spot if he’d let me. But Daddy’s in charge. “Wanna cum,” I beg. “You cum when I tell you, Baby.” I love the way he says my name. I love everything about Master Daddy. “And if I hear another word out of that slutty mouth of yours without permission, you’re not cumming for a week.” “Eep!” I almost say something, but I catch the words back. I can’t even imagine a week! Horny and edging and desperate until my brain’s all mushy and useless. Hunfh. I start making noises, but they’re definitely not words. And then Daddy’s cock is sliding into my hot pussy. He thrusts fast, filling me all the way up and it should probably hurt. No one’s ever fucked my virgin cunt before. My head goes all white in ecstasy and I scream as Daddy hits home, his cock striking deep inside me and making me want to beg. But no cums for a week if I beg. Tears stream down my eyes and I don’t know if it's pleasure or being caught on

the edge. Daddy keeps fucking in, his cock so big that I’m sure it’s the biggest cock in the world. It has to be to fuck all his bimbo slaves. And then he leans forward and his lips brush my ear. “Cum, Baby.” My body explodes, rippling around him as I scream loud enough to make the people next door worry. But that’s a problem for Daddy to solve. He keeps fucking me and I cum again and again, my body completely out of control now that I belong to Daddy. He’s my Master. My Daddy. My whole entire world. Good girls listen to Daddy. Good girls fuck Daddy. Good girls are Daddy’s bimbo sluts. My body is changing. I can feel my tits getting bigger already and my hair is getting longer with each thrust of Daddy’s powerful cock. If he keeps going I’m going to look like Cammy and everyone will know I’m a slutty bimbo. And if he cums inside me I’m gonna be just as pregnant as Cammy and my titties will drip milk just like hers. “All those worries gone,” Daddy says as he thrusts. My mind goes blank again as I cum. Or maybe I never stopped cumming. It’s one big cum as long as Daddy is inside me. “No anxiety. Just a bimbo slut. Cured of all your problems. You can talk now.” “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. More, Daddy!” I don’t know what he’s talking about. I don’t have cares or problems. All I need is Daddy’s cum. And that’s when it starts. With a final thrust he’s all the way inside of me and then he’s cumming, his powerful cum going all the way inside my belly. I’m just

his bimbo, my mind’s all gooey, but I can feel the moment it makes me pregnant. I cum again.

We’re at home and I’m in front of Master’s camera. One of my new bimbosisters, Bliss, kneels between my legs and strokes my pussy with her tongue. I’m so wet, I’m dripping. Master’s cum is in my ass, and I can feel it fizzling in my brain. All I can think of is Master. All I care about is Daddy. Daddy wants me to make a video. He says I have a sister at the local college. He says he wants her to come see me. The video will help. He told me stuff to say. I don’t wanna make him sad, my heads all scrambly and I don’t the words. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming. I love your slutty tongue, Bliss. Daddy made you such a fucking hot bimbo slave.” Daddy wants us to say nice things. We’re all one big family. “Come see Daddy!” I wrench my head so I’m looking right at the camera and I dimly what he said to me the first time he fucked me. “He’ll cure all your worries.” And then I’m cumming again and crying out for Daddy.

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“I am such a blissed out little bimbo.” I worry too much and I’ve been cooped up for too long. I’m going out of my mind with boredom. When an advert on a video app shows me a way to let go of all my worries and enjoy life, I’m ready! Soon I’m meeting the BLONDE BEAUTIES who promise to take my troubles away. Before I know it I’m all GIGGLES and my hair is just as blonde. Then I meet the dominant ALPHA MAN who's taken CONTROL of my mind. And when he takes my VIRGINITY and BREEDS my tight body, I finally know where I belong. Read It Today

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