It had just taken the music of the flute to unleash that need in them. Completely lost in the vision’s conclusion, Michelle smiled, eyes closing as she passed out in the room, her nostrils filled with the smell of her sex and her ears filled with the music of the flute…
The sound she heard even though the flute was lying on the floor by her quivering body…
Chapter III
When Michelle woke up, she blinked for a few moments and then smiled. She could still hear the flute music playing. The flute was sitting on the floor by her, but it didn’t matter. That lovely music. It just sucked all the concern and deep thoughts right out of her mind, leaving her with nothing but pleasure. She started to run her hands over her body, giggling at the sensation, but then she shook her head and pulled her hands away from her body.
It wasn’t right for a woman to pleasure herself all the time. That was both lazy and greedy. It was more important that she pleasure her man, or for that matter any man who wanted it. It was her duty to let them could use her body. Be the perfect bimbo, and they’d give her all the pleasure she could handle. Like Joe.
She shivered as she thought about his muscled body. She hadn’t fucked him. Just led him along with dinners and nice outings… not at all what she should do. She should be like those girls in her dream, letting him fuck her all he wanted.
Let him show his little bimbo pet off to all of his friends and let them fuck her. Fuck her until her tummy was bulging and she was ready to be a good productive fruitful bimbo wife between cooking and cleaning and listening to him and just being so happy at how smart he was because a good women needed a man to make decisions for her…
“Ooohhhh…” Michelle’s moan echoed trough the room as she started rubbing herself again. She knew she had to wait for a man, but she just couldn’t stop, not with that wonderful music sparking all those visions in her mind. She wondered if Joe would give her a collar? Some nice jewel-studded collar to wear around so everyone knew that she was his little pet!
“Yeah…” she said to herself as she staggered into the shower, turning the water on and letting the needle spray splash over her body, her fingers still working at her pussy. “Yes!” Michelle cried out, arching her back so the spray could hit her tits, her erect nipples feeling like the water was striking sparks from them, the tile cool under her ass as she staggered back to let the water play over her entire body.
She couldn’t think of anything else other than getting to Joe and showing him what she’d learned. She’d drive out to where he worked and call him. There was a park… a park with a nice isolated clearing where she could dance for him and tell him what she’d learned from the flute. A park with grass that looked just like the grass she’d seen in her vision, where she could dance with bare feet and toss her clothes at him as she prepared to service him, to give him the kind of fucking that she’d never given anyone before in her life.
In fact, she needed to do it now!
Without missing a beat, and still dancing to a music only she could hear, Michelle left the shower, drying herself with a small towel, turning the process into an erotic dance in front of her mirror.
Then it was time to dress.
For a moment she hesitated. Should she put on underwear? It would make it harder to get out of… but it would let her put on a show for Joe. Michelle grinned and grabbed her panties and bra and put them on. It wasn’t like they were going to stay on for very long.
Then it was time to get a tiny miniskirt that would reveal just about everything if she bent over and a tight top that she had to struggle to pull on over her big tits. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded, before grabbing her purse and the flute.
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Michelle sent a text message to Joe before she got in the car, asking him to meet her at the park. If he couldn’t, she’d wait. She’d wait as long as he wanted her to wait. After all, she was here for Joe… At that thought, the music seemed to grow louder, the wonderful sound of the flute that only she could hear. With the music driving her on, Michelle pulled out of the parking lot and started for the park.
They’d gone to the park before, but Michelle had never done much with him there. But she knew about the upper part of the park where there were curving walkways and little isolated clearings. The city kept talking about removing them because they were too easily misused by people wanting to fuck or smoke weed, but nobody ever got around to it.
That was fortunate because Michelle intended to fuck Joe’s brains out when he showed up. Why not? Her brains were already pleasantly fuzzy. She could spend the time before he got to the park playing the flute.
Such a pretty flute. She wondered why she’d been chosen to find it? Was she the only girl who needed to become a happy bimbo who shopped at that store?
It didn’t matter. Michelle had found it and now she was happier than she’d ever been in her life!
Laughing in delight, she sped down the freeway, shivering in eager anticipation for what was about to happen. She was about to meet her destiny.
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By the time Michelle got to the park, she noticed that the sun was starting to descend and the park was filling with older individuals, most of them from the local colleges, enjoying the long summer evening. Getting out of the car, she checked her phone and smiled as she saw Joe’s message. He was on his way and would meet her at the clearing.
“Yes!” she said, jumping up and down and getting the immediate attention of every male around her.
Without hesitating, Michelle grabbed the flute and locked her car, heading into the park with her hips swaying as her blond hair was teased by the warm breeze off the mountains.
The music was still running in the back of her mind, the fluting sound reminding her of why she was here, but Michelle decided started playing her Pan flute aloud.
Why not? Other people deserved to hear it, didn’t they?
Suddenly, Michelle found herself dancing down the path, the music of the flute filling the air around her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a woman look at her, eyes wide, before she blushed and used her hands to cover the quickly growing wet spot on the front of her jeans. Michelle didn’t laugh but she smiled as the woman turned and then grabbed someone, possibly her boyfriend or maybe a complete stranger and dragged him off into the bushes, her wide ass swaying erotically.
Another pair weren’t bothering to get hidden. A short girl’s boyfriend had just pulled her T-shirt up and over her tits, and was running his hands over them as she kissed him, fumbling for his fly, ignoring the looks of some of those on the path.
The poor people who don’t wanna have sex, Michelle thought and started playing the pipes with even greater vigor.
As she headed to her place, she left ever more people behind her, necking, groping each other, some of them just deciding to fuck in the open.
It was wonderful.
But now it was time to get ready for Joe. She ducked down the secluded path and came to the clearing. The grass was green, and the sun still shone down on it. Dancing and playing the flute in the clearing, Michelle waited for Joe to arrive.
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She wasn’t disappointed. Soon she heard the sound of a man walking up to her as she continued to focus on dancing to the music only she could hear.
“Hey, Michelle, I thought you preferred to go clubbing?” Joe said as he walked into the clearing. Michelle drank his appearance in, from his short black hair to the way his muscles were defined against his tanned flesh. How had she ever even dreamed of dropping him?
“Anyway,” he continued, “There’s a lot of weird stuff going on in the park. Honest to God, I think I passed at least three couples who were fucking in public.”
Michelle nodded, and started to play her flute. It was time to give Joe a treat.
“Michelle? What are you… doing?” Joe asked as she started the tune, spinning around on her bare feet as she danced in the sun, her golden hair catching the rays. She didn’t say an
ything. He just needed to hear her music and watch her.
“Michelle… wow…” Joe said, and then Michelle was whipping her head back and forth, before she undid her skirt and let it fall down, flipping it into the air with one foot and then twirling it around her head with her free hand before tossing it aside.
Michelle saw him blink as he saw the tiny pink thong she’d chosen for him, and danced over to him, waggling her hips to draw attention to the treasure the thong covered.
Joe licked his lips and started to reach out, but then Michelle had danced away.
Silly boy, I’m a bimbo now, but not stupid. I’m going to give you a show! As she kept dancing, Michelle started to pull off her shirt. It was difficult, the tight fabric not wanting to come off, but she managed it, all without failing to keep playing her flute.
She tossed her shirt over to Joe, who caught it even as his eyes were fixed on her jiggling breasts. She bent over, facing him, and then undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground as her tits swung free. Then, turning away from him, she slowly, sensuously, pulled her thong down, swaying her ass in time with the music.
Finally, Michelle pulled the pipes away from her mouth, focusing on the bulge in Joe’s crotch.
“Wanna fuck?” she asked. She didn’t notice that the music was continuing, not in her head, but somehow aloud, even though nobody was playing the flute now.
“Yeah…” Joe said. “I didn’t think you were willing…”
“That was the silly old Michelle…” Michelle smiled and put the pipes down, hefting her tits in his direction. “The new Michelle is all about fucking her hunky boyfriend!”
With that, she dropped gracefully to her knees and undid Joe’s fly, her eyes widening at the thick shaft that emerged. Without hesitation, Michelle took it in her mouth, loving the tangy flavor of his cock and the way it was already starting to drool precum.
“Mmmm…” she moaned from around the cock, cupping her tits to encase the entire shaft in a warm prison. Joe leaned against an errant light post, running his hands through her hair, letting her do the work.
And that’s the way it should be! Michelle’s mind thought, all of her plans and ideas vanishing in a happy pink fuzz. As she kept bobbing her head, obediently sucking his cock, Michelle dropped her fingers to her pussy and started to stroke herself in time with Joe’s thrusts.
Her whimpers grew louder, her heart beating in time to the wonderful music.
Then, Joe’s cock started to swell within her and Michelle arched her back, eyelids fluttering shut as he came in her, as tides of white creamy goodness filled her mouth and flowed down her throat.
He held her for a few moments, then let her pull back as another surge of semen spattered over her face, droplets landing on her tits as she crossed her arms her them, hefting the heavy orbs up so that she could receive her man’s seed.
“Good,” Joe said, looking at her like he’d never seen her before. There was a power in his eyes, a knowledge that she was his to command. Joe pulled his pants off and stripped off his T-shirt, revealing his muscled body, a light sheen of sweat on it from his activities. He stood, looking down at Michelle, like a conquerer. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Michelle shivered in delight, as she accepted his command and rolled over on her hand’s and knees, raising her ass to him, her fluids trickling down her inner thighs.
“Good girl. Get ready.” As he said the words, Joe thrust his cock into Michelle, while he reached under her torso and lightly twisted a nipple with one strong hand. Michelle arched her body in ecstasy as Joe continued to erotically torment her body. Joe’s cock was magnificent! Michelle moaned as she felt him stretch her, the size of his cock straddling the fine edge between pain and pleasure. Then she was shoving back, wanting him to have every bit of his bimbo’s pussy.
“Please Joe…” she gasped out desperately. “Fuck your little bimboslut pet! Fuck me!” Her voice dissolved into loud cries and moans of pleasure as Joe intensified his thrusts, taking her like a conquerer.
Her conquerer.
Michelle laughed as she felt Joe start to smack her ass in time with his thrusts. He was letting her know just who was in charge and that was wonderful!
Michelle wished it would continue forever, to spend the rest of her existence being ridden by Joe, but then she felt him tense within her. His hands stopped their maddening teasing of her tits and moved to her hips, where he gripped her in an inescapable hold.
Michelle didn’t care, pushing her ass back so he could fill her all the way… and then it happened. Her high pitched scream mixed with Joe’s guttural roar as his seed flooded her unprotected and fertile womb.
“Yes! Yes! Oh God, YES!” Michelle shrieked the words to the sunlit clouds above while Joe kept filling her. Filling her until she thought she was going to burst!
Then he growled and pulled out, spilling his seed on her back as she collapsed onto the grass, feeling the way the grass tickled her pussy and tits.
“Yeah…” she murmured in a dazed voice. Blinking, she looked at Joe, bending forward and cleaning his cock with her tongue. She loved the taste. She hoped he’d let her clean his cock every time they had sex.
“You’re going to move in with me, right?” Joe said. Despite the way he phrased it, it wasn’t a question, but a command.
And Michelle knew exactly what a bimbo like her should say.
“Yes sir.” Then she returned to licking and nuzzling his cock.
“When you’re finished…we’re going back home. I’m going to fuck you in a bed next.”
“Yes sir.”
“And don’t put on your underwear.”
Michelle nodded at that last. She hadn’t thought about it, but why wear underwear? It’d just get in the way of Joe fucking her when and where he pleased. The music rose up in her mind again and reminded her that smart men like Joe thought of such things.
Bimbos like her were just fortunate to have such a smart man to tell them what to do.
With that, she finished kissing his cock, and then rose up, looking for her clothes so she could get dressed.
Like her man had told her to do.
Epilogue
Later, the two lovers strolled out of the clearing with their arms around each other. Joe was walking, an expression of dominance on his face…but Michelle? Few of her friends would have recognized the giggling girl who hung onto one arm, looking up at her man with eager adoration, hanging on to every word he said. Nor would they have understood why she was talking to him about how happy she was to be staying with him and doing whatever he wanted.
But Michelle understood. The music had told her how to be happy, and now she was happy. She didn’t even need the flute anymore, since she heard the music all the time.
In fact, Michelle had completely forgotten about the flute. It was no longer needed.
As the sound of the giggling bimbo faded into the evening, along with the laughter of her boyfriend, the clearing fell silent.
And then, from the other side, another figure entered the clearing.
Tommy had waited until the two were finished. The college student had been strolling around the park, hoping to score some girls or at least see some people making out, and boy had Michelle and Jake given him that. You could still smell their fuck-juices all over the clearing, even with the breeze.
But the music was gone. And somehow… Tommy frowned as he searched around the clearing. She hadn’t had the weird flute with her when she left, nor had the guy.
And there they were, right next to the woman’s bra and panties.
The pipes. Something about the pipes had caused all of this, Tommy knew.
Tommy picked up the musical instrument and looked at it. He had no idea if it only worked on the people who used it, or if he could play it, but he sure was going to find out soon.
Because the pipes were powerful. He knew that, even though he didn’t know how he knew it.
He’d learn to use them…and worst case? He’d ju
st give them to another cute girl and see what happened. Maybe she’d choose him. Or just maybe he’d learn to use them and then every girl he wanted would be his. Tommy the King had a nice ring to it.
Holding the pipes and whistling a jaunty tune, Tommy Wilkes left the clearing, already thinking about what he was going to do.
End
THE BIMBO CONTRACT
Chapter I
“Dear Ms. Wilkes, we have received your portfolio and find it to be very professional. Unfortunately, we are not currently seeking out new talent. However, while we do not have any need for your services we will keep you in mind should any future…” Stacy stopped reading the letter, crumpling it it up into a tight ball and tossing it into the garbage.
Another refusal. She’d done everything she was supposed to do! She’d joined the drama club in school and majored in arts and gone and done all the free gigs at the local drama clubs…she’d even spent the money on hiring someone to shill her name around town.
And fucking nothing! Not a single gig. Not even sitting in the background with no lines while someone told everyone how the purple pill made you irresistible to every woman around, even if you were 50, balding and 200 pounds over your ideal weight.
Nothing. And her time was running out, Stacy knew that. Every year another crowd came to LA, every one of them pretty and every one of them willing to do anything to get into the industry.
And every year, Stacy was a year older. She’d already passed her 21st birthday, and in this business, things like that counted. Every day she saw someone else on TV, or heard about someone else she knew getting a contract for a movie— a real movie, not something that just appeared in the discount DVD bins. And here she was, still sending out letters and working at the local grease burger joint.
And before long, she’d be working there for the rest of her life, unless she went home.
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