The Bimbo Wand Bundle 2

by Bo Naidal

  Copyright © 2018 by Bo Naidal

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  Note: This book contains explicit adult sex scenes between bimbo women and an alpha males. However that may be, all characters engaging in sex are eighteen years old are over. There are no depictions of coerced sex, and no one engaging in sex is a blood relation. This is without exception.

  Contents

  Bimbo Wand 4: The Money Boss

  Bimbo Wand 5: The Neighbor

  Bimbo Wand 6: The Preacher's Daughter

  Explicit Adult Press

  Bimbo Wand 4: The Money Boss

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

  I once found a magic wand. It was capable of something stupendous. It could take any girl and give her the figure of a sexual diva. All it would take was a simple wave of the wand and the utterance of the magic words.

  I called this wand, the bimbo wand. I wanted to keep it safe, so I took it with me wherever I went. I had used the wand successfully three times already. The results had been amazing. Now the question was this. Where and when would I use it again? This is that story.

  I had a lot of cash. The antique shop where I worked paid me a lot of money—and in cash too! This was because I was good at what I did. Give me any pile of junk, and I'll find you something valuable in it.

  I lived in a hole in the wall apartment and didn't spend a lot of money on food. The result was that I had so much cash on hand, I didn't even know what to do with it all!

  I had money just laying all over my apartment. However, much I loved looking at it, I decided it just wasn't a smart thing to do.

  So, one day, getting home early from work, I grabbed a small plastic bag, and I went about my apartment scooping up the various wads of cash. Then I headed out for the bank. I got there just before they closed.

  They were literally shutting the door for the last customer when I got there. I slid my foot in the door. The lady at the door was about to give me a piece of her mind. Then she saw me and melted. I have that impact on women.

  "Well, one more customer can't hurt, I suppose," she said, letting me in.

  I thanked her and strode right into the bank. Standing in the very center was a tall, old codger. He was the bank's security guard. His eyes were shut. He was napping!

  "Excuse me," I said in a big voice, surprising him.

  He nearly jumped. His hand went to a revolver at his belt.

  "What?" He stammered.

  "I'd like to open a bank account," I said.

  "Oh!" said the old coot. "Just go over there then. That's the boss's office."

  "The bank manager?"

  "Yes, that's her."

  I immediately went where he pointed. It was a big cornered office. The door hung all the way open, but I knocked anyway.

  Sitting behind a massive oak desk was the tensest woman I'd ever seen. From her pinned back hair to her hunched up shoulders, the tension just oozed out of her.

  And she was skin and bones! She looked like one of those stick figures children like to draw.

  I had to admit, I was surprised how young she was for a bank manager. She couldn't have been a day over twenty-five. And despite how tense she looked, she did have sharp emerald green eyes. Her face, also, was quite pretty. I liked it immediately.

  But like I said, she had no boobs at all, and I could only guess, but probably no ass either. It was a great injustice to give a woman gorgeous eyes and then an unattractive flat body like that to match them!

  She had work piled up all around her desk, stacks of papers and folders and unopened envelopes. She was furiously concentrating on some document. She hadn't even heard me knock.

  "Excuse me," I said.

  "Huh?" She said without looking up.

  "I'd like to open an account," I said.

  She still didn't look up.

  "We're closed," she said. "You need to come back tomorrow."

  "I really don't like carrying all this cash around," I said.

  I raised my bag of cash and a few bills fell out. This finally got her attention. She looked up, first at the falling bills and then me. She melted at once when she saw me. Most women do.

  "I see," she said. "Well, please have a seat."

  She clearly was very attracted to me. For a few moments, she couldn't even take her eyes off of me. But eventually, she gave the bag of money a glance.

  "What did you do, rob one of our competitors?" She teased me.

  I laid the money on the desk.

  "I'll need to get someone else to count it with me for verification purposes," she said.

  "I trust you," I said, and I did.

  She looked out at the bank, and everyone was packing it up for the day. Some people were already leaving.

  "Okay, I'll just get Henry to sign the form later," She said, motioning toward the security guard. "He trusts me, too."

  "What man wouldn't?" I suggested.

  "Huh?" She said, then she laughed. "Thank you."

  After I dumped out the bag, she began organizing the bills and then running them through a money counter. I had no idea how much time it was going to take!

  Soon, there was no one left in the bank except for her, me, and the security guard. The security guard had this amazing ability where he could stand and snore at the same time.

  I looked at the nameplate on the big oak desk. It read Natalie Knockers. The irony did not escape me.

  "I'm sorry about this, Natalie. I had no idea this would take so much time," I said.

  "It's okay," she said. "It's not often I get to spend my evening with an attractive man!"

  She laughed at her own joke.

  "I'm sure your social life can't be that bad," I said.

  She stopped counting the money. She turned and looked at me.

  "You wanna bet?" She said.

  Then, skin and bones Natalie spun around for me. There wasn't a bit of meat anywhere on her. Especially not on her tits or ass. They were as flat as could be.

  "Now, how am I going to get any action with a figure like that?" She sighed. "Nothing for me to do but work hard!"

  I looked at her desk, cluttered as it was. I wondered if this job really made her happy. I suddenly got an idea.

  I took off my backpack, unzipped it, reached in, and pulled out the bimbo wand.

  Natalie had gone back to counting money. But when I pulled out the wand, she'd turned to look and see what I was doing.

  She wrinkled her cute nose and gave me a queer look.

  "What's that supposed to be?" She said.

  "It's the bimbo wand," I said.

  "The bimbo what?" she said.

  "It's a wand. It's magic. If I wave it at you and say the magic words, it'll give you the figure of a love goddess."

  Natalie looked at me straight in the eyes. Then she burst out laughing.

  "I like people with a sense of humor," she said, turning back to continue counting the money. "Better to laugh than cry. I'm going to trust you're not mocking me."

  "Just give me your permission, and I'll give you a dream figure, Natalie," I said, letting her know I was serious.

  My seriousness got to her. Her movements slowed a bit. A little of the humor left her. Obviously, she was sensitive about her figure. In fact, I was sure I caught a sniffle among her laughter which had taken on an artificial edge.

  "Sure, whatever, you have my complete permission. Go right ahead and have some fun," she said.

  She didn't turn to look at me. She gav
e off some affected laughter. I thought maybe she was actually crying at this point. I heard her sniffing and then take a deep swallow.

  "I'm just going to keep counting this money," Natalie continued, uneasily. "It's getting late."

  I stepped in a little closer. I waved the wand.

  "Thou art sexy," I said, uttering the magic words.

  Then, Natalie turned on me. She had been crying! Tears clung to her eyes at that very moment.

  "Don't say that," She said in a tough but shaky voice. "It's not true! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. Don't you think I wish I were sexy? It's cruel for you to say that. What kind of person are you?"

  But then she began to blink. She looked down at her body. Her hands went to her chest. She held them there.

  "What the hell?" She said.

  Then under her skin, all kinds of things began to happen. As if there were billiard balls rolling around, under her skin. The work of the bimbo wand was always a little scary to watch!

  Natalie turned and looked at me. There was a look of helplessness on her face. She stumbled toward me. She put out her hands, and I took them. They were warm and hot and pulsating.

  "What's happening?" She gasped. "I feel...I feel...so good."

  Then I watched as Natalie's breasts began to expand. I watched as two ripe melons began to push outward.

  Natalie wore a dark, green lady's business suit. Her breasts pushed forward to the point it must have hurt. Natalie let go of my hands, grabbed the lapels of her jacket, and pulled. The buttons came flying off as the jacket opened up.

  Beneath, her white shirt had already torn into shreds as her new breasts had pushed outward. She couldn't get out of her jacket and shirt fast enough. Graciously, I helped her.

  And as for her ass, it, too, had totally changed. Where before there'd been nothing but jutting bones, was a wondrous, perfect rump. It, too, tore at the skirt Natalie wore. She tore at this as well, until it fell to the ground.

  Now, Natalie stood before me entirely naked except for a pair of black lace bra and panties. Why she had had on a bra, I had no idea, but it was stretched out absurdly. As far as the panties, they'd torn, and even as I watched, the fell helplessly to the floor.

  Natalie didn't pay any attention to her panties. She reached up and took the pins out of her long, golden, curly hair, letting it fall all around her shoulders.

  "Look at me," Natalie gasped. "I'm gorgeous!"

  My cock agreed with her. I looked at those milky white breasts of hers, and I actually felt giddy. The wand had created some fine breasts already, but these were of a different character altogether. The best yet!

  I laid the bimbo wand on her desk, and then I took a step closer to her.

  "Let me see," I said.

  "Why not?" she said, instantly.

  I took one more step closer to her, and I reached for the bra.

  Natalie smiled awkwardly and took a step back. She looked out the office door. Henry, the security guard still stood in place, snoring as before. Natalie closed and locked her door.

  Then she took a step toward me. Smiling coyly she looked down, and then back up at me. I moved in toward her, and I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I then took it as she shuffled out of it, her massive new hooters jostling.

  How can I describe those marvelous breasts? They were like double moons! And her nipples were so wonderfully pink, and the pinkness spread out so far. My mouth actually began to water. My cock was rock solid hard.

  Jesus, I wanted Natalie. I wanted to feel those tits. Not just with my hands, or across my tongue, my cock wanted those tits. I'd never felt this way about any woman's tits before!

  Natalie reached out with her hands. They went toward my waist but slipped in under my T-shirt. She had magically velvet hands. They were hot as they slipped up my chest.

  Then, with unexpected skill, she pushed up my T-shirt, and in a flash had it over my head, and off of me. Then, she moved in with those to-die-for tits and rubbed them right up against my own chest.

  Sweet God have mercy!

  The velveteen of those big love cushions was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I was sure of it. She pushed them against me, and she rubbed them up and down my chest. What an insane thing to do.

  "What do you think," she said anxiously. "Are they any good?"

  "Are they good?" I asked, incredulously. "They're insane. They're the best I've ever seen. They're so hot, I wanna fuck them!"

  Natalie gasped when I said it. Then, recovering, a wide mischievous grin crossed her face.

  "Oh, let's do it!" She said.

  My cock nearly burst out of my jeans at that point. Natalie looking down saw my discomfort. She quickly got down on her knees and began to work at undoing my belt buckle, then my button fly. She pulled down my jeans and boxers together.

  My cock bounded out like an untamed animal. It's a massive cock, a delight to all females I share it with. Natalie saw it and let out a small whimper.

  Her hands quickly went to my huge shaft. She just had to feel it in her own hands. She stroked it all over, more for her own pleasure than mine. But, my God, she did have nice hands!

  Her eyes already looked a little glazed over from the excitement. Almost forgetting me, Natalie leaned in toward my cock, opening her mouth. Dreamily, she stuck out her tongue, and then let my cock slide into her mouth.

  "Oh," she said, through a full mouth.

  Her whole mouth went around my cock. She slurped on it as if it were a massively thick candy cane. She was sucking and licking as if my cock were a sweet piece of candy.

  "Mmmm," she murmured deliriously in her pleasure.

  How much pent-up sex drive did she have! She'd probably been desperate for a moment like this her whole life! Who was I to stop her enjoyment?

  She sucked on my cock as if she'd been ravenous for it. The way she let it slide all the way back to her throat, her tongue sliding underneath it. She was tasting and savoring the underside of my cock. She'd have swallowed it whole if it were possible!

  It wasn't just the unbearable sensations of her tongue that drove me to the heights of pleasure, but the desperate and happy look on her face. She wasn't even thinking of me! She just wanted my big fat cock in her mouth.

  She loved my cock!

  Then, letting her mouth slide off my cock, with both her hands still massaging it, she worked up some lather in her mouth, and then let it drip on my cock. Then she smeared it around with her hands.

  She then glanced around her office. She grabbed my cock and led me to her big leather office chair. Never letting go of my cock, she had me sit down and lean back. She then got down on her knees.

  "I think I promised you a titty fuck, didn't I?" She said with a wide smile.

  "You did," I said.

  With one hand she continued to gently stroke my cock, all slick and wet with her saliva. While she did this, she gathered up even more saliva in her mouth, and then she let it drip down, right between those two stunning globes of hers.

  She smeared that saliva around, as her hand continued to slowly work its way around my cock. Her eyes never left my own as she worked. Those deep, emerald eyes said, this is going to be the titty fuck of all fucks.

  The anticipation made my cock even bigger and harder. I so wanted those tits of hers around my cock!

  Natalie's hands went to both sides of those wonderful milky balloons. She massaged them just for my viewing pleasure, though a few soft moans escaped her as her fingers traced lines over her own hardened nipples.

  She brought her hands under her breasts and jostled them for me. They quivered with stunning allure, so soft and shapely.

  "You're playing with me," I teased her.

  Then, at last, she came in, toward my cock. It slipped right between those breasts of hers. She tucked it in right between her breasts with such great skill.

  Her hands slipped under her breasts, and with her thumbs, she pushed those orbs right in on my cock. Her fingers slipped over my shaft to make sure i
t stayed in place, right smack in the middle of those two supple mountains.

  Then, she began to move the entire upper half of her body up and down, so that her breasts slid up and down around the sides of my cock.

  The view itself was mind-boggling in its intensity. To watch those two moons rising and falling as my cock slipped in and out between them. I'd never felt a pleasure like this.

  My cock would disappear into that deep crevice of hers as she went up, and then pop out as she came back down. She had the perfect rhythm, the perfect pace. Just fast enough to keep the intensity continuously rising.

  And she kept moaning. She loved the feel of my massive cock between her giant, kick-ass knockers. Oh, how those little moans seeped into me, exciting me even more.

  The sweet, wet feel of those velveteen marshmallows as they closed in around my cock, again and again, as I slid between them.

  Finally, I could feel myself nearing a climax. I began gyrating my own pelvis up and down, up and down, pumping my cock. Natalie stopped her own movement and merely concentrated on keeping my cock tucked in deep between her sweet cushions.

  Oh, God, the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of those creamy cream puffs, all slathered wet with her own saliva. I began to pump between her breasts, harder and harder. Natalie with adroit skill never let me miss a thrust. She kept my cock right between her love cushions.

  Then, finally, I could take it no more. My thrusts reached their hardest intensity yet. Natalie continued to use all her strength and skill to keep me nestled right between her sweet breasts, her own moans growing even louder, driving me on.

  She loved my cock! Her breasts loved my cock!

  Finally, ropes of cum began to shoot out. They shot up into the air and came back down on her breasts. Some shot up and caught her chin. Cum landed over her eyes and nose and cheeks.

  And still I kept coming, Natalie working her breasts over my cock like a real master! Then, finally, it was over. I leaned back in the giant leather office chair.

  Natalie still massaged my cock with her breasts for a few moments. But, then, as they slipped away, they were replaced by her mouth.