The Magical Bimbo Bundle!

by Gregory Michelson

As her vision dimmed, she looked over at the mirror in the room. Before the orgasm carried her off, she couldn’t keep a smile from her face. Her hair was nothing but curly gold. Not a bit of brown to be seen.

  It was perfect for a bimbo.

  Epilogue

  Alicia held the pink paddle high over her head as the group of men followed her down the hallway.

  “And here are our dinosaurs!” she said in her her perky voice. “I know some people think they’re boring, but I really like them! I’ve always liked big um…” Her eyes crossed with concentration for a moment and then she smiled as she remembered the rest of the speech. “Bones!” She looked back at the group and waved her paddle for emphasis. “Yes, I really like big bones!” she finished, staring at her group.

  The men chuckled. One big hunky guy elbowed his friend.

  Alicia wasn’t insulted. She knew sometimes she sounded funny, but why wouldn’t she? There were so many big words she had to use in the museum.

  Fortunately, most guys were too busy staring at her ass or the way her boobs seemed to be trying to jump out of her blouse to worry about it when she got confused. And then there were the times she and Mandy weren’t working. They were at the hair stylist, or helping Mr. Marsdon entertain all the museum donors. She squirmed as she remembered the one football star, and the way he’d held her on his lap, squealing as he impaled her on his huge cock, with Mandy kneeling before them, running her tongue over his thick shaft and her pussy lips, flicking her clit in the way that Mandy knew made Alicia just go nuts…

  But the football star had been really happy with the two of them, and that meant that Mr. Marsdon was happy with them. It was important that Alicia work really hard, since a bimbo like her really needed someone to help keep her affairs in order. That’s why Mr. Marsdon handled all their money and gave them their allowance at the end of every week.

  Mr. Marsdon was the bestest!

  “And if you’ll follow me,” Alicia said. “We’re going to our special exhibit…” There was a rumble of anticipatory chuckles behind her and Alicia put some extra sway into her hips as she strolled towards the rear of the museum. As the group proceeded, she saw Mandy leading another group out. Her friend was wobbling from side to side and Alicia could see the streams of white, sticky fluid dripping down her inner thighs. Her tour group looked tired, but happy.

  Alicia waved at Mandy as she went past, leading her group to the private cafeteria where they could re-energize themselves after their tour. She hoped hers would go as well as Mandy’s.

  And then they came up to the small door that opened onto the special exhibit. Alicia opened the door and walked in, the room still smelling of sex. But the dance pole was gleaming under the spotlights and the low padded benches that surrounded it were clean.

  That was all that was needed.

  “Um, like everyone, if you could sit down… it’s time for our very special exhibit…” she giggled and undid the buttons of her jacket, letting the increasingly horny men see her cleavage bounce around, clearly unrestrained by any bra. “…pole dancing bimbos through history!” she finished as she reached out and grabbed the pole, her foot hitting the floor button that started the first number. The men started to cheer as she began wiggling her ass at them.

  I bet I’ll do better than Mandy. Her guys could still walk, Alicia thought with a smirk. After all, they might be roommates and fuckbuddies, but there was no reason they couldn’t compete. Like Mr. Marsdon had said: Healthy competition kept patrons coming back and donating money to the museum.

  They can donate anything they want to the university, as long as they leave a nice big deposit of cum with me!

  As Alicia continued with her number, she wondered what had happened to that pretty ring that had started it all.

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  Judy hated her life. Here she was, doing a college report on a museum, complete with a slut who had gone bouncing past with a bunch of guys following behind her. From the way she’d been walking, she’d probably fucked every last one of them. There was another one giving a disjointed lecture about an exhibit another crowd that was more interested in betting on whether or not she’d pop out of her top before she finished talking.

  She should have gone into accounting instead of Museum Science. But now she was stuck and…

  A glint of light caught her eye. There was a plain silver band lying on the floor. Judy looked around, but nobody seemed to have missed it.

  I should probably just give it back… On the other hand, it would just sit in lost and found until some body claimed it was theirs. Why not just take it herself? It was pretty and if she needed some extra money, she could just sell it.

  Another quick look around and Judy scooped up the ring.

  Besides. It wasn’t as if she was going to get caught or anything. Everyone was too busy looking at the bimbos.

  Judy nodded and walked off, a smile on her face.

  She didn’t notice that the ring had somehow ended up around her finger, and stayed there, gleaming in the light.

  Waiting.

  End

  BIMBO MUSIC

  Chapter I

  Michelle found the flute not long after she’d started her search in the dusty old shop. She loved combing through second hand stores in the old quarter of town. You never knew what you might find among the haphazardly stacked piles of old books and ancient 45 LPs.

  Most of the time, you only found junk. Old and worthless items that just stayed, year after year, gathering more dust and dings until the owner realized that it wasn’t going to ever sell and tossed it out into the garbage.

  But sometimes, you found a treasure. Some old collectible that you could sell off on Ebay for a thousand bucks or a set of dishes that were just perfect for your home. Michelle had found items like that and for someone who had just graduated from college and didn’t exactly have a ton of money, every little bit helped.

  Michelle smirked as she brushed her thick blond hair back with her hand. You could only get away with so much on looks, after all.

  So here she was, rummaging between two over-packed shelves that looked like they were about to fall over and entomb her like some ancient Egyptian queen of old…and then she found it.

  Michelle pulled the flute out, the store’s flickering neon lighting casting highlights back from the golden inlay of the musical instrument. She held it up to the light and marveled at the way it looked. The pipes were made out of some wood she couldn’t recognize, rich and so dark that it seemed to absorb the light, while the inlaid silver and gold marked out a complex pattern, their gleaming surface contrasting with the wood as she held the hand-sized pipes up to her face.

  There was something about it. Something incredibly attractive. Michelle wasn’t normally a big fan of music, but these pipes looked…

  Glorious.

  More importantly, it looked expensive. The quality of the material and the fact that the flute looked like it was in mint condition proved that. Michelle bet that the instrument had come from some estate sale, the original owner dead and the family either not noticing or not caring about the fact that they’d let one of his or her treasures go to a second-hand store.

  “Looks like I found one of the lost treasures of second-handia,” she said to herself as she carefully held the pipes. She wasn’t about to put these into her basket. Michelle knew from bitter experience that an accidental ding or scratch could take a thousand dollar collector’s item and reduce it to a ten dollar curiosity. She wasn’t about to do that. Not again.

  She nodded and set her basket aside as she headed to the counter. The whole mass of knick-knacks she’d grabbed probably wasn’t worth more than ten dollars, and she wasn’t going to waste time with them.

  When she got to the checkout counter, she had to suppress a grin. The owner wasn’t there. The clerk was a 20-something slacker who looked barely conscious and was probably counting down the minutes to when he could head out for lunch. More importantly, the clerk wasn’t the owner and
so didn’t give a damn if Michelle walked out with something from the 25 cent aisle that was actually worth quite a bit more. The owner might have.

  The owner was also married and probably wouldn’t stare at her bit tits the way the current clerk was, trying to sneak a look into the generous cleavage her low cut sweater showed. Who said being gifted by the boob fairy was a bad thing?

  “Here, one item from the discount aisle,” she said.

  He glared at her. “You want me to ring up a twenty-five cent purchase, lady?”

  “Here’s a dollar. Keep the change,” she said.

  “Cool,” was her only reply as she walked out with the receipt. He was no doubt wondering why she hadn’t taken his unspoken offer to just have the item for free.

  Because if it does sell for a lot, and your boss finds out about it, I want it clear that I bought the damned thing, Michelle thought as she got into her car. Now it was time to get home and find out just what she’d bought.

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  A short drive later and Michelle was turning into her apartment complex’s parking lot. She didn’t have enough money for a house, and for that matter, why bother? All a house meant was that you were tied down to one place, instead of being able to move as you needed. Michelle wasn’t dumb. Still, she thought as she pulled into her covered parking space, it wasn’t a bad apartment complex.

  Besides, when she got a guy, he’d provide the house. With that thought, Michelle checked herself in the rear-view mirror. A pleasant, heart-shaped face looked backed at her, pretty blue eyes staring back out at her, her golden hair adding to the wholesome “girl next door” look. She applied some lipstick to her full red lips and then hopped out of of the car, package in her hand.

  A pretty face and good looking body will get you a lot further than brains will in this world, she thought. The stuck up brains who wore shapeless sweaters to school even though they had the biggest tits in the class always seemed so surprised when Michelle got ahead of them. Granted, being smart was helpful, but not as much as being pretty.

  Like Joe. She’d dated Joe, but she wasn’t serious about him, whatever he thought. But he’d take her out and buy expensive dinners for her, and hey, if she wasn’t entirely clear about her intentions, what was the problem? It wasn’t as if she was lying to him. At least not outright. It wasn’t her fault that he jumped to conclusions.

  And a man jumping to conclusions was a pretty woman’s blessing.

  Shaking her head in amusement, she headed down the sidewalk to her apartment. It was time to figure out just how much her little treasure was worth.

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  Later, after Michelle had a snack, she sat down in front of the computer and started to search for information about her find.

  And an hour after that, Michelle leaned back and frowned. The Internet had not been as helpful as she wished. Oh, it told her what the pipes were. They were called a Pan flute and were associated with the Greek god Pan.

  Who was, evidently, someone associated with music…and fucking.

  Lots of fucking if the images on the screen were any guess. Oh, he was also a fertility god, which got back to the fucking.

  But nothing about the flute she had. There were no pictures of it on the net, nothing from Ebay or any other website, be it an auction site or museum inventory.

  So what is it? Michelle asked herself. It was a high quality instrument; that much she was certain of. The wood hadn’t just been lacquered down, but had been polished with long effort to the point that it felt absolutely smooth. The inlaid gold and silver markings, while not in any language she knew, were equally high quality. It wasn’t costume jewelry or some movie prop. Someone had spent a lot of time and effort in creating this little toy.

  But if she didn’t know what it was she couldn’t figure out how much to tell it for. Michelle shuddered at the thought of letting it go for a hundred dollars, only to read about it being auctioned off for millions of dollars.

  “And you couldn’t come with a printed guide, could you,” Michelle muttered, looking at the Pan flute, sitting there on the table, stubbornly refusing to speak up and tell her how much it was worth.

  You know, I wonder what it sounds like… She shrugged and lifted the flute to her lips. It wouldn’t hurt it at all, and who knows, maybe trying to play the thing would calm her down.

  Chapter II

  When Michelle blew into the flute, she didn’t expect what actually happened. She knew you had to blow over the pipes, rather than blow into them, so she figured she’d get some tiny sound at best. But when she started, the entire room filled with a rich musical tone. Wonderful sound. Sound that somehow penetrated to her innermost core.

  She pulled the pipes away from her lips in shock, staring at the wood and the glimmering gold and silver. Where had that come from? It was incredible. It was…

  Michelle put it to her lips again and started to play the pipes. She didn’t know how, she’d never done this before, but somehow she knew how to make them work. She played the flute, filling the room with the beautiful sound.

  On a sudden impulse, Michelle started off with a light, amusing tune, something that you might dance to at the county fair. She pushed the chair away and stood up, concentrating on the flute. She kept playing, and suddenly found herself dancing in the center of the room, as if she was at the fair, keeping time with the happy patrons, their bodies gyrating in the summer sun, light gleaming off their sweat damp skin and hair.

  Michelle found herself moving faster. The tone of the pipe seemed to take over, controlling her body as she closed her eyes, lost in the view of that dance. Men and women… men… and women, women dressed in T-shirts and halters that showed off their big tits, tight cut-off jeans that conformed to every womanly curve of their hips and full behinds. She kept moving, even as she kicked first one sandal off and then the other. The carpet wasn’t like the wonderful grass at the fair, but it was close enough. It felt wonderfully smooth and cool under her feet as she twirled around the room.

  In her mind, she saw the dance becoming more vigorous as the women started gyrating in an ever more suggestive way. Here one girl had turned and pressed her ass into her man’s crotch, grinding into him even as his cock stiffened in arousal. There a pair of blonds had come together around another guy, sandwiching him as they ran their hands over his body, in between pulling their shirts over their heads and tossing them to the ground, revaluing full, tanned tits with erect nipples. Another girl had fallen to her knees and was now unzipping her man’s fly, before bending down and starting to kiss his erect cock in time to Michelle’s flute playing.

  Michelle moaned for a moment, but didn’t break free of the music. She had to keep playing even as they started to fuck, heavy cocks full of seed being worshiped by the women’s tongues and pussies.

  Still holding on to the flute with one hand, Michelle started to awkwardly pull her sweater off, all without interrupting her music. There was something about the music, as if it was playing her as much as she was playing it. Michelle could barely even see her room, that terribly dowdy old place with the computer and junk and the kind of stuff that a woman shouldn’t worry about.

  A woman should worry about dancing and showing her man the time of his life, of giving him pleasure and receiving pleasure in turn. Of letting him do all the hard things in life… like the women who were no longer dancing, but servicing their men.

  Here one red-haired woman was on her knees, nude save for her panties that were wrapped around one leg, giving her man head, her mouth full of his cock as she took the thick organ deep into her throat with every bobbing movement, her moans somehow sounding like an accompaniment to the sound of the flute. There a black-haired woman, her body full, curved hips made for breeding, was on her hands and knees, bleating out her mindless pleasure as a laughing man gripped her by the hips and thrust into her, preparing to leave his seed in her warm and welcoming womb.

  The entire clearing was one huge orgy, full of men and women fucking, the me
n showing their dominant power and the woman glorying in their sexual submission. Women behaving like some bunch of sex hungry bimbos…

  As her thoughts occupied her mind, Michelle finally got her shirt off. She tossed the sweater across the room, seeing nothing but the clearing and the orgy, while undoing her bra.

  Why the fuck did I wear a bra? Michelle thought with annoyance as she reached behind her for the clasp, still playing the flute. She couldn’t stop playing it. She didn’t want to stop playing it. The music, the images playing before her eyes were the most wonderful things she’d ever seen before. Now the men were changing partners, fucking any woman that caught their eye, and the women were eagerly complying, cupping their boobs to attract the newest mate…

  And finally her bra came off, letting her big jugs swing free. Michelle sighed in relief, running her fingers over her boobs, pausing at her erect nipples to flick and tease them…

  But it wasn’t enough. Michelle found herself undoing her pants, falling down on the carpet, wiggling out of first her pants and then her sex-sodden panties, loving the way the air hit her mons and how her clit was already erect and ready for some man’s powerful touch.

  And through it all, the music kept playing. Now Michelle had both hands working on her pussy, raising her body to the heavens, offering it to any man who could come in and make her his obedient little sex pot.

  Obedient little woman…

  Obedient little brainless… bimbo!

  “Ah!” Michelle shouted out, feeling thoughts and emotions fly out of her orgasm rocked head. Her plans for the future vanished in a flood of need. She wiggled her fingers, already deeply buried in her vagina, and was rewarded with another flood of sex-juices that rolled out, covered her thighs and soaked the carpet.

  “Yes…” she murmured.

  In her vision, she saw that the men were leaving for their homes, each one with one or more obedient, giggling women by his side, cooing in delight that they’d found the man they’d always known they needed.