Honey Pott was horny. ‘Need if fucking bad!’ Her
skin felt like it was about to melt, her flesh tingled with excitement and the
core of her sex hungered. ‘Cock! Need
cock! Cock to fuck! Cock to suck!’
It was a fire that burned inside her ‘Cock
in Pussy! Cock in Mouth! Cock in ASS! And one that only grew stronger ‘Cum on me! Cum all over me!’ The fire
was encouraged and fed by the warm water currently cascading down her body and the
‘fucking so-oo sexy’ naked body of the
platinum Blonde Bimbo pressed against her own nude form. The other Bimbo ‘my Bimbotech sister!’ giggled and cooed as she squeezed perfume
scented soap from a small pink bottle into her hands, which she than spread
over Honey Potts’ body ‘SO HOT!’
working to clean off the final sticky remnants of her birth.
Honey Pott moaned with soft approval at the
handiwork of her blond Bimbotech Sister. ‘Not
Cock, Still so hot!’ The blond gained a mischievous smile and placed the
pink bottle of soap on the tiled floor of the shower stall they were in. She pressed her voluptuous form against her side
and slowly caressed the small of Honey Potts’ back with her right hand. The
Blond simultaneously slid her left hand teasingly from Honey Potts’ abs down to
opening of her slit. She than kissed the
side of Honey Potts’ neck and pressed her plump lips close to Honey Potts’ ear.
“Slutty little Bimbo wants it?” whispered the
Blond. Then she slid three fingers deep into Honey Potts’ soaking hot pussy.
Honey Pott gasped in delight and her eyes rolled
back in total bliss. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck me!’ Pleasure exploded across
her body like a line of firecrackers and she bucked her hips onto her Bimbotech
sisters’ wonderful hand. ‘Not cock! Still
Hot! So Horny! So Good! Fuck Me!’ The blond looked into her eyes and
giggled, Honey Pott stared back in grateful lust. ‘Awesome!
So Awesome!’ Honey Pott attacked the Blonds’ mouth, laying on deep
passionate kiss.
In that moment Honey Pott had a revelation. ‘I’m a BIMBOTECH GIRL! A FUCKING SUPER HOT
BIMBOTECH GIRL!’ And Honey Pott knew
there was nothing better---Bimbotech Girls were happier-sexier-prettier-always
getting fucked. She considered her
sister Bimbo, remembering when they met:
she had just woken to a world that was sluggish and fuzzy. For a brief moment strong hands carried her
along, delivering her to this wonderful Blond slut. She hadn’t been alone, two more Bimbo’s had
been with her, a second blond and a Bimbo with shiny coal black hair. The three were dressed in pink high heels and
pink robes that only went pass the plump curves of their backsides. Even in her clouded state Honey Pott could
see they were the most beautiful, sexiest things she’d ever seen. They greeted her with joyful giggles, the
black-haired bimbo declaring “Ok girls, lets’ get this Bimbotech slut ready!” As soon she heard ‘Bimbotech’ Honey Potts’
world snapped into sharp focus and she felt welcoming gratitude to these three
slutty buxom angels. Without resistance
she allowed them to pull her along and they took her to the shower room. There the black hair bimbo informed her that
while Misti cleaned her off, she and Suzie were going to get her new Bimbotech
look ready.
‘Bimbotech
is awesome! Bimbotech is the Best!’
The Blond Bimbo, Misti, broke the kiss with
Honey Pott. She smiled in naughty
delight and licked her moist lips.
Grinning Honey Pott turned into Misti and the bimbo’s smashed their huge
boobs together. Then Misti bent down and
began flicking her tongue over the nipple of Honey Potts’ right tit. “Huh, huh, huh” moaned Honey Pott, she let
her head fall back allowing the flowing water from the shower head to cascade
down her face. She basked in the bliss
of it.
‘Bimbotech!
Every slut should want to be a Bimbotech slut!’
Suddenly a terrible idea crept its way into
Honey Potts’ brain; the vague memory of frigid flat-chested prude. A sad little thing with a cluttered boring
brain who never fucked anything---not even here sexy, sexy boss. ‘Like he’s Iron Man and stuff!’ It made Honey Pott sad that she use to be
that. No girl should be like that. They should all be Bimbotech Girls! Happy, slutty Bimbotech Girls! And she knew
sluts who needed it. ‘I must fuck’n help them!’
‘Bimbotech!’
“Hey, you bitches knock it off! We don’t got time for that!”
Honey Pott and Misti immediately separated,
in total compliance to the powerful MALE voice that suddenly commanded
them. They both stared in wide eye awe
at the man before them, standing just beyond the splashing water of the
shower. He was a powerful looking sexy
Black man, his arms were crossed, a look of smirking annoyance on his
face. Honey Pott vaguely recognized him,
but more importantly was his cock-‘Fuck
me’-she could see its outline through the fabric of his white pants. ‘Let me suck it!’ God, it was so close,
she could taste it in her mouth ‘Cum down
my throat!’, Honey Pott knew she needed it more than anything. Instinctively she (and Misti) arched her
back, offering a more enticing view of her tits.
The man sighed. Then he smiled. “Maybe a little time.” He unzipped his pants
and freed his member, it was so big and rock hard. Straight like a rod of iron. The man wiggled his finger in invitation to
Honey Pott. “Come here slut, have a
taste of the Bimbotech Life!”
A new sensation swept over Honey Pott. ‘Fuck me!’ It was bliss at level she couldn’t conceive
of, contentment she couldn’t grasp. ‘Fuck
this slut! Fuck this Bimbotech Bimbo!’
She dropped to all fours and crawled to the cock. ‘All for Cock! Love it!’
Behind her, she could hear Misti sigh in disappointment that she hadn’t
been chosen, but then Misti began to encourage her: chanting for her to suck
it! Honey Pott felt nothing but a deep
love for her Bimbotech Sister—for all her Bimbotech sister’s, even those who
didn’t know it yet. ‘I’ll help them!’ She reached the beautiful cock—‘LOVE IT!’—and sat back into a kneeling position.
‘YES!’ With reverence she took the
cock in both hands ‘So warm! So hard!’ she bent forward and kissed the tip. Her body welled up with a complete happiness
that filled up every bit of her being. ‘I’M
A FUCKING BIMBOTECH SLUT!’ The girl
once called Pepper Potts parted her lips and swallowed in a deep helping of the
Bimbotech life.
Manute for his part didn’t experience the same
level of nirvana. He was simply content
to run his fingers through Honey Potts’ hot pink hair and experience one of the
many perks of being employed by Bimbotech.