“Ugh… what’s happening!?!” Jenna moaned as she placed her hands on her forehead and tilted back to look up in to my eyes.
“What do you think is happening?” I responded, knowing full well she didn’t have an answer but the look on their faces as they tried to find one always brought a smile to my face.
“I… I… I… don’t… knoooooooohhhhhhhh!!!!” she cried as I pushed another wave of pleasure through her body and she closed her eyes and arched her back as her arms flopped to her sides.
“Well I think your become a sex crazed bimbo, but that’s just my opinion of course.”
Her eyes flew open as panic filled them, “No! I’m not a bimbo! I have a PhD…” she trailed off as I lowered my hand to the side of her face and she turned her head in to it.
I’d picked her up at the local coffee shop, her natural beauty turned every head in the place, but she was dressed conservatively and had her hair done up in a bun.
When she went to leave I “accidentally” bumped in to her and started to chat her up, before she realized what was happening we were walking out of the shop together as if we were old friends.
It was only a short walk back to my place and soon enough she was sprawled out on my bed, naked.
“I can’t be a… a… a bimbo…” she manage to get out from under the fog of confusion as her mind and body were sending two very different messages to her.
“Really? Well, I mean, we’ve just met and here you are naked in my bedroom… what does that sound like to you?”
“But… but… I… I’m… oooooohhhhhhhh!” she cried out as I pushed yet another wave of pleasure through her body.
I could have just done it quickly of course, erased those memories of her education, pushed in new ones of sex, but what fun was that.
With just a little push here, a little pull there, a little twist somewhere else, she’d come around all on her own. All that repressed sexuality was what had drawn me to her in the first place, not her physical beauty, but the tornado of repressed sexual urges lurking just underneath her calm, controlled exterior.
“So you don’t want me to do this then?” I asked as I gently ran my thumb over her lips.
She gasped, even without me helping I could see the pleasure run through her mind. Pornographic images of her sucking on dicks from the deepest depths of her mind bubbled to the surface and without thinking she wrapped her lips around my thumb.
“Oh, see now, isn’t that so much better?” I said, letting her suckle on my thumb for a minute before I pulled it free.
“You… you… you did that. It… it… it wasn’t me… couldn’t be… me!” she stuttered as her eyes were fixated on my hand hovering just able her face.
“Me? Oh Jenna, I didn’t have anything to do with that. That was all you. And it felt so good didn’t it, to be sucking on something nice and hard, all those sexy thoughts running through your mind, not having to think of anything else.” I said as I moved my hand down to her breasts and gently squeezed one.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyy ggggggoooooooooooodddddddddddd!” she cried out as the small orgasm came over her as I pushed pleasure directly in to her clit.
“Oh that’s such a good little bimbo Jenna, very well done.”
“Jenna’s a… a… a good bimbo?” she asked, her confusion growing as she fought against the pleasure still running through her body with my hand still firmly on her breast.
“Of course you are Jenna, why a good bimbo just loves to have her tits played with.” I said as I reached my other hand over to her opposite breast and squeezed them both together at once.
This time I didn’t have to push any pleasure to her at all as she arched her back and orgasmed all on her own.
“Jenna loves her tits played with! Jenna’s a good bimbo! *giggle*” She cried as I watched the cascade effect crash over her mind.
“That’s right Jenna and do you know what good bimbo’s like even more than their tits played with?” I asked as I pulled her slightly forward on the bed so her head hung over the side.
Her eyes widened at the sight of my naked body and she gasped slightly, “Cock!” she cried out as her hands flew to my shaft and pulled me forward so that she could get her lips around me.
She sucked hard, drawing me in to her mouth as I leaned forward, keeping one hand on her breast, I snaked the other down to her now soaking wet pussy and slide a finger between her engorged lips.
“That’s right Jenna, bimbo’s love cock. They love their bodies being played with. They love receiving cum anywhere in or on their bodies. And a good bimbo always has the biggest orgasm when they receive the cum they so desperately crave.”
Jenna wrapped her arms around my butt, drawing me in as close as she could get me, taking me as deeply in to throat as she could before I pulled back out only to slide back in.
I pinched her nipple and watched a small orgasm rock her and then gave her pussy a little slap to the same effect.
After several more minutes of fucking her face, I released my load in to her throat and watched as her entire body arched and a massive orgasm rocked her to her very core.
I slide out from between her lips, a soft giggle came from her as I looked down at my latest handiwork. I had been so disappointed when Tammy had left her job as the coffee shop waitress, I’d spent a good bit of time on her, but nothing lasts forever and I was pretty sure Jenna would make a fine replacement for her. At least as soon as she quite her current job, dumped her boyfriend and got some new clothes.
Which reminded me, “Time to go Jenna, get cleaned up, you should find some clean clothes in the bedroom across the hall.”
“Like, ok mister!” she replied and bounced up from the bed to the washroom. A few minutes later she wiggled her way across the hall and twenty minutes after that returned as I relaxed on the bed.
She flounced her way in, wearing a tiny pink skirt, a tight white top and 6″ pink platform pumps with her hair done up in two pony tails at each side of her head.
She twirled around and giggled, “Like, what do you think?”
“Much better, now get that cute little ass of yours in gear, you have things to do don’t you?”
“Yeppers! Like I’ve tottally got to re… re… res… quit my job *giggle* before I can totally apply to the coffee shop!” she said, scrunching her forehead as she tried to say ‘resign’ before giving up.
“That’s a girl, afterward don’t forget to go see Mr. Thompson at the coffee shop, let him know I sent you and you will be a shoe in for the position”
“Like thanks mister! See you soon!” she replied as she skipped her way out of my bedroom and out of my front door.
It would be a view I would see many more times over the coming months, but I aways enjoyed the first time the most.
