And the girl just smiled at me, her breath warm, her body tense yet relaxed near mine.
“It’s absolutely what I want Chris,” she breathed. “You’re what I want because,” and here she paused, “my mom and dad had an unexpected courtship. I’m not going to get into it now, but let’s just say that they got married when no one approved, not one of my grandparents attended the ceremony. And you know what? It’s worked. They’ve been happily married twenty years, and so I know that we can make it work.”
My body grew hot then, my jaw clenching as her words sank in. Twenty years? More like I wanted fifty years with this beauty, shit, even that wasn’t enough. A lifetime was more like it.
But I still didn’t get it.
“But honey,” I ground out. “What about the way we met? You hated that, you thought I was buying you, that you traded sex for money.”
The girl nodded soberly, her brown eyes meeting mine.
“I admit that we met in a … um, untraditional way,” she said softly, “but that doesn’t mean that what we have now isn’t real. I’ve been thinking, and I think everyone ‘buys’ others to some extent, it’s just a question of how explicit it is. I mean, my mom’s never worked during her marriage so I guess my dad has ‘bought’ her for the last twenty years, right? It was part of their marriage pact.”
And I growled deep in my throat.
“But honey, that’s completely normal. Your mom is taken care of because she’s a wife,” I ground out. “I’d want that for my wife as well, I’d want to provide for her and my family, but we’re talking about something different. You weren’t my wife, you were a girl whose body I wanted, and which I paid for, I admit. And that transaction was making you question everything, our love for one another, our devotion, our mutual trust and understanding.”
And the brunette nodded at me, her eyes growing wide at the word “love.”
“I know, Chris,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “But I’ve realized that as cheesy as it sounds, love can triumph … if you’ll just let it. And we love each other, don’t we? We love spending time together, talking, fighting, loving, we’re a match through and through, aren’t we?”
And the lump in my throat was so big, so enormous that I could hardly make out any words. But I forced myself because this was literally the most important moment in my life and I couldn’t let her down. I couldn’t let down my best girl, who’d pushed through her own inhibitions, her own justifiable concerns and doubts, to end up here, with me, believing in me, in us, trusting me and revealing her heart.
“Baby,” I ground out, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’ll make it worth it to you. I promise,” I rumbled deep in my throat. “There is no one more precious to me than you because yeah, we started off in an unsavory situation but I’ve never regretted it. Never,” I ground out roughly.
And the girl laughed softly then, flashing that beautiful smile, making my heart pump all the faster.
“Chris, let’s do something different from here on out, okay?” she suggested gently, her brown eyes filled with such emotion that my heart overflowed and burst, I was such putty in her hands. I was a prisoner to Lindy, whatever she wanted, her desires were mine, her needs, her wants, were my guides in life. “I want to propose that instead of referring to our first moments together as a ‘transaction,’ let’s just say that I ‘gifted’ myself to you instead. Is that okay?” she asked shooting me a special smile.
And I leaned down to kiss her again, nuzzling her lips, grazing my mouth across her cheek.
“Of course baby,” I rumbled. “Because I’ve never had a gift as good as you.”
And the brunette just sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Good,” she breathed. “Now take me again and make me yours.”
And this time, I didn’t hesitate. Because the virgin was a virgin no more, but instead of walking away as I normally do, Lindy and I were going to find a future together. It wasn’t a straightforward path at all. We’d gone from sex for money, a hedonistic ten-day arrangement, to a long-term relationship all in the course of a few months. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything because the brunette was my lover, my star, my guide, and I can’t imagine life without her anymore, it would be cold, pathetic and miserable. But instead, a new chapter has blossomed and I’ve got a girl in my arms that’s worth more than anything.
So I kissed her and murmured into her hair.
“I love you baby,” my throat tight, my heart aching. “I love you so much and I can’t wait for our life to start together.”
And she looked up at me, brown eyes full with adoration and yet spiced with a twinkle of mirth.
“I know Mr. Jones,” she murmured. “And let’s start now, okay? Because I can’t wait a moment longer.”
And with that, the new chapter unfolded. We rushed up to the master bedroom, sure, but there was so much more than just the physical this time. Because there was real emotion, caring, adoration in every touch, and our love was cemented then in a way that only happens once in a lifetime. And about making it permanent? You’re right, I did it, because Lindy was a catch and I was never letting her walk away. So yeah, I was gifted a virgin … and I never let her go. She was mine, I was hers, and the entire world was at our feet, our love shining so strong, so pure, so true that there would never be any doubts again.
EPILOGUE
Lindy
“Oh Chris,” I moaned into the pillowcase. “Oh god.”
The big man chuckled behind me. “Are you referring to God or me?” he panted, his voice rough. “Because although I’m flattered, I’m not him … although I could if you wanted me to be,” he panted with a sly smile. Because at that very moment, Chris was driving into me, his hips forceful, his rod so deep into me that I mewled again, muffling my cry.
“Shhh, baby,” he hushed, his hips pistoning like crazy, his cock bouncing off my cervix with every stroke, making me moan even louder. “Don’t wake the baby, don’t make her cry.”
And I choked back my groans as best I could, swallowing my gasps, pressing my face into the pillow so hard that I could barely breathe. Because we’d just put Joanie to sleep, our six month-old daughter was sweet awake, but even sweeter asleep, and Chris and I wanted to make the best of her naptimes, use the brief interludes to explore each other physically, reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies, tasting one another, savoring, sampling, and releasing ourselves in our mutual love.
Because Chris and I didn’t waste any time after we talked. There was no dilly-dallying after I showed up at his mansion, after we confessed our love to one another and decided to make a go of it. So yeah, I moved into his mansion immediately and within a month, I was pregnant.
“Mr. Jones!” I gasped, staring at the pregnancy test. “Oh my god!”
The big man pulled my hand to his, the stick limp between my fingers to take a look. And instead of panic or recriminations, a smile slowly crept over his face.
“You’re pregnant, baby girl, is that so hard to believe?” he drawled, pulling me into his lap. “We’ve never used protection and I’ve filled you with cum so many times, there’s no way you couldn’t be pregnant, you’re nineteen and fertile.”
And that was true, we’d never bothered with condoms or birth control, but still, the surprise knocked the air out of me and I couldn’t answer at first.
“But … but we’re not married,” I finally managed. “I just moved in, I just dropped out of school, I just enrolled at the culinary institute to be a chef. This is …” my voice trailed off.
But Chris wouldn’t give up.
“Amazing?” he said with a cocked eyebrow. “Incredible? Another miraculous gift?”
And I smiled at him because we always play on the word “gift” now, it’s how we refer to our first interaction, and he was right. The thought of a baby on the way was the best gift of all, I couldn’t imagine anything better.
“So you want to keep it?” I asked tremulously. “Him or her? You want
to be a dad?”
And Mr. Jones growled low in his chest, dropping kisses against my breasts, my nipples, my stomach before laying me on the bed and moving slowly to my pussy. I tensed and sighed beneath him, my slit creamy and wet, tingling uncontrollably as he parted my folds, gazing deeply at me before bending his head for a slick taste.
“Baby,” he murmured as he lapped at my clit, “there’s nothing that I’d want more than to see you swell up with my child. There’s nothing in the world that could be better, this is the second best gift I’ve ever received … the first being you.”
And I shuddered then, moaning his name, my pussy on fire, my hands scrabbling for his big body, begging for his cock.
“Oh Chris,” I moaned as he slid into me, making me feel so full, my cunt spreading wetly as he filled my wet cavern. “Oh god, I love you.”
And as the big man pressed deep inside, making us into one, once again cementing our adoration for one another. He caught my lips for another kiss, pressing into my mouth with his tongue as he pushed into my pussy with his dick, the movements mirroring one another.
“Yes, baby, yes,” he ground out into my mouth. “You’re mine.”
And I melted again, all over him, creaming wetly, giving myself up. Because this is my life now, I live with the alpha male, we’re good together, better than good, amazing, great. And we’ve been blessed, finding each other, committing to one another, reveling in our love, our connection so strong, so deep, that it takes my breath away.
So yes, I’ve become Mrs. Christopher Jones, we made it permanent after finding out about the baby. And you know what? Nothing feels better than wearing his ring on my finger, trumpeting to the world that I belong to him, that I’m half of a whole, that I’ve found my one and only.
And as for Mr. Jones? Well, he still likes it when I call him that, so I do it for fun, as part of our love play, our teasing, our mutual adoration for one another. And although we started unconventionally, it’s ended well, and I can only look forward to our life together, exploring, loving, adoring, walking hand in hand as the days pass. Because it’s been almost two years now and the fire hasn’t dimmed, the flame still burns as strong as ever. And I know deep in my heart that it will burn that way forever because I’ve gifted myself to him, and in return, my man, my lover, has done the same for me.
THE END
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Transforming the Doctor into a Bimbo
~The Bimbo Diaries~
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By Cassandra Dee
A SNEAK PEEK
“Mmm, I see Dr. Smith has done a good job,” Chris rumbled. “Turn around and let me see you from behind.”
The girl turned around and bent over, exposing her luscious ass to him. As a precaution, Chris spread her ass cheeks for a close-up look at her pussy and anus.
They were gorgeous. The little brown hole was puckered perfection, clamping tightly as a waft of cold air swept over it. Her pussy was pink and gleaming, its folds wet and engorged with a clit at least an inch long.
“Mmm,” groaned Chris, leaning in for a taste. He ran his tongue all the way from her clit up to her asshole, and the bimbo gave a little yelp of surprise.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were going to do that!” she cooed.
CHAPTER ONE
Chris tantalizingly slid his dick into the woman’s wet, soft channel.
“Oh!” she moaned, thrusting her hips forward to draw him in deeper. She was gorgeous beneath him, a real blonde with huge tits, a curvy ass, and glossy pink lips made for sucking cock.
“Do it again, big guy,” the blonde breathed. Chris obliged, giving her another deep stroke with his ten-incher.
“Oh!” she moaned, creaming wetly. Her pussy seemed to cling to his dick with every move, begging it not to leave. She squeezed him tantalizingly with her internal muscles, causing his cock to jerk.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I need to see that cunt.”
He pulled out of her and positioned himself between her spread legs. Hoisting them over his shoulders, he reached two hands to pull back her labia while tilting her hips up, giving him a good look at her twat.
The folds were pink and moist, steaming she was so turned on. They glistened wetly in the dim light of the hotel room, and he could see her clit throbbing visibly, pulsing with arousal.
Unable to resist, he dropped his head for a taste of the delicious twat. Her juices were creamy and viscous, running down his throat wetly. Trailing his lips through her folds, he seized onto her clit and began alternately sucking and licking the little piece of flesh.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” cried the woman, her long legs dangling off his shoulders. She still wore the white stilettos from their “date” earlier that evening, but was nude otherwise, lush form on display for his pleasure.
And please him it did. Long blonde hair trailed off the edge of the bed, her head dangling halfway off. The female’s big blue eyes were closed at the moment as she moaned in ecstasy.
Chris took the opportunity to switch positions again. This time, he stood and circled to where her head lay, inserting his dick into her mouth and letting her suck him upside down.
The sensation was fabulous. He could feel her tongue on the upper side of his cock, laving flatly before she swirled the tip around his glans. Then she probed the slit in his penis with her tongue, fucking it orally, moaning as she tasted the pre-cum there.
“Mmm, pre-cum,” she purred slyly, lasciviously licking her lips. Her glossy pink mouth surrounded his cockhead again, the sight almost making Chris cream right then and there.
“Oh no you don’t, little cumbucket,” he said. He pulled out of her mouth and forced her to her knees in front of him. Only then did he give her his dick once again with a terse command, “Suck!”
And the prostitute obeyed, downing his massive cock. She traced the vein on the underside of his cock with her tongue, and proceeded to deep-throat him, opening her jaw like a pro.
The blonde choked back a gag reflex when he was about six inches in, but overcame the wild heaves. She then concentrated on the remainder of his length. Breathing deeply, she took the last of him into her throat, until her nose was right at his pelvis.
“Good girl,” he rumbled, stroking her golden head.
The blonde then began pulling his cock in and out of her throat. It was a feat only a professional could accomplish. She pulled him out until the glans was at her lips, and then pushed him all the way back in, letting him hit the back of her throat with deep sucks all the way. She did this repeatedly, pulling all the way out before deep-throating him, and the sensation drove him to the edge.
“Aw fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum,” he warned, grabbing her head, his face tight with lust as he fucked her mouth.
She knew just how to make it happen. Stealthily, her index finger crept up to his anus and she circled the tight rim, massaging it sensuously. She probed a bit more, inserting it up to her first knuckle but encountered resistance, his internal muscles blocking her progress.
Not to be deterred, she pulled out and stroked her finger between her pussy lips, lubing it with cream. She then probed his anus again, this time wet with her juices.
“Aww, fuck,” roared Chris, as her finger slid deep. His sphincter had relaxed and permitted the penetration, and she was massaging his prostate now as she deep-throated him, the sensation mind-blowingly awesome.
Unable to hold back any longer, Chris blew his load deep into her mouth, hips jerking and rolling, shoving his penis so far in that the blonde actually did begin to choke. But she controlled her gag reflex and kept stroking his prostate, milking him as his balls emptied themselves in her oral cavity.
When
he finally stopped pumping, the female pulled back, letting a sticky trail of cum dangle between her lips and the tip of her cock. Giggling slightly, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the sperm against her cheek. There were gobs all over her chin, breast and tummy, the gushes of white had been too much to contain.
Chris took a deep breath. This had been a mind-blowing experience and she deserved her fee plus a hefty bonus. Reaching for his wallet, he took out a thousand dollars in cash and held it out.
Her eyes grew wide as she counted the money. “Honey, this is double what I charge,” she said.
“No worries,” he said. “You deserve all that. Plus, I did you bareback with no protection, so you get a bonus for that,” he said, winking at her.
“No protection with you is not a problem,” she breathed, looking at his cock hungrily again. The massive length hung against his leg, the tip still dripping semen. Reaching a finger forward, she lazily caught a drop and brought it to her lips.
“Are you going to call me again?” she asked coyly. “I’ve got some other tricks up my sleeve,” she added.
“Such as …?” he asked.
“Well, for starters, you seemed to like the anal fingering I gave you,” she murmured. “Maybe a little of my tongue there as well?”
“Or maybe a facial, your cum spraying hotly onto my face,” she said, batting her lashes. “There’s a reason why my skin is so perfect. It’s because of all the semen I get on it,” she said.
Chris chuckled harshly. A facial did sound like something he’d be interested in. Of course, he’d come on many female faces before, but squirting onto this one’s seemed especially tantalizing. It was something about her long blonde hair and luscious pink lips that did it.
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