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Click here for The Bimbo App, Chapter 30.

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Note: Thanks my beta reader!

Keone “Ken” Kekoa

I dreamed of owning my own Hawaiian resort as I plunged the cleaning brush into the toilet at the Grand Hyatt. Right there on the beaches of Honolulu, the perfect place for a hotel to be built. Where people flocked all over the world.

I was so close to my dream, but I had to work the terrible job of cleaning toilets. I was in maintenance. It was my job to unclog toilets, fix broken pipes, and do all the other odd jobs. Like cleaning the public bathrooms.

I was in the bathroom near the pool, scrubbing at the toilets the guests used, wishing for something more. To get beyond the pittance I made. I flushed the toilet, washing the cleaner vanish around it. I rose and knocked any dust off my jumpsuit. I wore a dark-blue one with my name on it. Ken. I went by Ken as opposed to my full Hawaiian name.

My mom was a traditional woman. I had no idea about my dad. I never met him. He was dead. Died when I was a baby. He wouldn’t have just scrubbed toilets. He would have made his dream a reality. But how could I do that when I made barely more than minimum wage?

I put my supplies in a cart and pushed it out of the bathroom. A pair of tan women in bikinis walked by chatting, a blonde and a brunette. They had beach-ready bodies. Firm thighs, flat stomachs, perky tits, and plump asses. I watched them sauntering by, not giving me a second look.

I was invisible.

God, they were sexy. Their bikini bottoms clung to their butt-cheeks, hugging their rump. I wanted to whistle, but I didn’t need a complaint that would get me yelled at back in HR if not fired outright for perving on the guests.

“Ken!”

I jumped and glanced to the side to see one of the managers glaring at me. Ms. Tenant glared at me. A blonde-haired woman who wore her tresses in a tight bun. Her blue eyes burned behind her glasses as she strode up on her heels.

“Yes, Ms. Tenant?” I said, trying to keep my annoyance out of my voice.

“Our guests don’t want to see a plumber standing around,” she said, stopping before me. She gave me a hard look. “And they especially don’t want to be stared at by one. You get out of sight right now! If I catch you leering at our guests again…”

“Sorry, Ms. Tenant,” I muttered. The woman was useless. She didn’t do anything at the resort but stalk around and yell at the maintenance and facility staff. She made our schedules for dumb reason when she didn’t understand a thing we did. I was only here because she told me to clean the restroom.

I pushed my cart down the hall toward the “Employee Only” door that led into the bowels of the hotel. The unseen staff hallways that ran through the place so we could move about as unseen as possible. I felt her eyes on me the entire way.

I backed my cart through the door and into the unfinished hallways. Pipes ran over my head. I headed down to the supply closet. I was done for the day. I thought about those girls. If I had my own resort, I could ogle the hotties in their bikinis. Watch them sunbathing by the pool, rubbing tanning oil into their firm, young bodies. They would gleam as they lay there, drinking in the warmth of the sun.

My dick was hard in my cock.

The supply cart put away, I clocked out. I headed into the locker room and took off my jumpsuit. The facility would wash it. I tossed it into a big bin. My locker had spares. I left my work boots behind, too. I wore my tennis shoes, shots, and a t-shirt.

I stretched as I passed the mirror, catching my golden-brown face in the mirror, my black hair short and combed. I sighed. I was a handsome enough guy. I would look great in an expensive suit driving a pricey car around Honolulu. The women would flock to me.

I just needed to get the money for the resort.

I headed to my cheap, beat-up Toyota. It was older than I was, the driver’s door blue while the rest of the car was white. The paint peeled on the hood and fender, faded from the sun. A crack ran across the windshield. The fan belt whined to life as it started it.

I drove home, climbing up into the hills around Honolulu to the perfect sport. I stopped my car there at an empty lot. The footprint of an old hotel that had been torn down a few years ago still remained. It was on the cliff, overlooking the ocean with a path down to the beach below. It was a breathtaking price.

I stopped my car there, picturing my resort. Imagining it in my mind’s eye. Just seeing it. It would be perfect. I knew it would be a perfect spot. If I could just get the millions of dollars. I sighed at that. It was impossible.

I’d be a glorified plumber for the rest of my life.

I drove the rest of the way home. Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway. She was probably out working one of her jobs. She cleaned rooms at several resorts, moving about to where she was needed. She had all my life. A maid.

I was beat. I headed inside and snagged a beer out of the fridge. A cheap Miller Lite. Things were so expensive on the Islands if they had to be imported from the Mainland. I chugged it as I headed to my room. I had worked all day long, starting way before the sun was up. I would love to move out of my Mom’s little bungalow, but the prices were so much.

She bought this place when the market crashed back in ’09. Nowadays…

I fell onto my bed and grabbed my pillow. I tossed my phone on the nightstand and closed my eyes. It beeped with a notification, but I didn’t care. Sleep fell on me. Bikini-clad girls danced in my mind as I fell off onto sleep.

I woke up with a snort. It was dark. I blinked and groaned, stretching. It was just past two in the morning. I yawned and stretched my back. I didn’t have work tomorrow. I grabbed the beer and drank the rest of it, not caring it had gone flat. I grabbed my phone, feeling horny. I wanted to jack off to some porn and fall back asleep. Mom was probably home, so I had to keep the voice down.

I swiped my phone open and shoved my hand into my shorts, pulling out my hard cock. I had a notification I had never seen before. A message popped up across my screen in a flash of pink sparks.

Congratulations, you’ve been chosen for the Beta Version of the Bimbo App ~ Hawaiian Resort Edition

“The fuck?” I muttered, my hand sliding off my cock as I read what it said.

Want to manage your own hotel with a staff of gorgeous, horny, air-headed bimbos? Now you can! Build rooms, hire sluts, and keep your customers happy to make more money to upgrade your hotel and hire more bimbos! Sex sells, and with your airheads, you’ll own a resort that will draw all the tourists.

You know you want to be up to your neck in sexy bimbo beauties all horny and ready to please you! Do you want to install the app and have all your dreams come true?

YES and NO buttons appeared, both of them pulsing.

It was so sort of hotel management game but with a sexy twist. I was horny. It sounded fun. I clicked YES before I could really think about it. As it started to download, I realized it could be malware. I sighed. Oh, well, too late now. And maybe it would be sexy to play. Like one of those sims games. I had used all the nude mods on Sims 4 when I was younger.

Finally, the App opened up. I started out with $130,000 Bimbo Bucks. Yep, they were called Bimbo Bucks. It was a lot of money. The interface showed a map of Hawaii. The big islands. A message appeared on the screen.

First, choose your plot to build your Bimbo Resort. You can select any of the main islands. Choose carefully because different locations have different difficulties! You don’t want your resort to go bankrupt before you’ve had a chance to be dick-deep in all the bimbo snatch you want!

Such a horny game. I clicked on Oahu, the island that Honolulu was one. There was the city. The roads. I stared at it. The plots were all real plots. They were expensive, too. They ranged between $90,000 and $110,00 dollars. Some were real resorts which were the pricey ones, but others were different sports around the island and…

The spot that I loved to stare at was available for $90,000. One of the cheapest but it also had a higher difficulty. It wasn’t the best spot, but it was my dream spot. And it was only a game. So what if it lost. Big whoop.

I bought it, dropping to $40,000 Bimbo Bucks.

Congratulations! You own your own plot! Now you need to build a manager’s office, manager’s apartment, hotel kitchen, hotel laundry room, lobby, and three guest rooms to start your resort! Earn money to upgrade the level of your resort.

It took $200,000 to reach level 2.

First, name your resort!

I thought about it, my hand absently stroking my cock. I was horny and into this game. It would be a long day at work tomorrow. I thought about it and settled on… Bimbo Paradise Inn. I typed it and hit the CONFIRM button.

It was like playing Sims 4. I was given a grid of the lot and tools to build the rooms. I had to select them from a list and draw them out on the grid. The bigger the room, the more it costs. I had to keep it under the $40,000 mark and buy all the stuff at the minimum.

My hand left my cock as I got into it. This was like building my own resort. I started drawing on my phone, outlining the manager’s office. I watched the money shifting. This would be a balancing act. I made an office that had the bare minimum to fit in the desk and chair. Off that, I put in my apartment. I supposed my avatar would live there as he managed the hotel.

There would probably be life management stuff. Like hunger and hygiene and sleep and the like. I had to put a bathroom and a bed into it. I had other frills I could by, but I was keeping this bare bones for now.

Weirdly, I could only put a king-size bed into the room. It had no option for a smaller size.

The manager’s office connected to the hotel lobby behind the concierge’s desk. I put some furniture for waiting guests but held off on any more decorations until I had the rest built. I played around with putting in the hotel kitchen and laundry room. I put them adjacent to the manager’s office and apartment. Off to the side in a hallway closed off by an “Employee Only Door.” That space was cheaper to make.

I had to staff the kitchen with the bare minimum. It had all sorts of ovens and counters and supplies. I could expend it to offer more types of food for my guests, but, again, it was the bare minimum. After all, I would only have three rooms.

I built those next, thrusting off from the lobby down a short hallway. Three rooms built on the edge of the cliff with a great view of the Pacific. I built the same. Bathroom. Cabinet. TV. Two of the rooms had two queens the third room a king for some variety. They all had large windows looking out on the sea. Showers. Some cheap hotel art on the wall. A few chairs scattered throughout the room.

They weren’t luxury rooms, but they weren’t terrible. After furnishing them, I was left with $1000 Bimbo Bucks. I had a feeling I had to hire staff, so I didn’t want to

It uses up most of the money. $1000 left after furnishing them. The sun was coming up as I stared at it. I yawned. I had been doing this for hours. Shit. It was just so much fun to fiddle with it. I had shifted things around a few times, working to get the right balance of things.

I clicked the BUILD button, a pink oval around the white words.

Are you certain you’re ready to build? YES or NO.

I was certain. I hit YES eager for the part of the game when the sexy bimbos would appear now. The phone buzzed for a moment and warm air blew out of the exhaust hole on the top. The screen burst with pink sparks and an image of my resort appeared. I had chosen everything, the exterior look, the roofing. The sign out front. There was a driveway up to the front and some parking. I had placed a few decorative trees out front.

Congratulations on building the Bimbo Paradise Inn! Now drive to the location and start hiring from your new manager’s office. You need to hire 1 Bimbo Concierge, 1 Bimbo Maid, and 1 Bimbo Cook before you can open! Good luck!

Drive to the location? What was this, some crazy ARG?

I heard my mom in the shower. She was getting ready for her day. I frowned. Drive to the location? That was so weird. I supposed it had to be using Geotags. Maybe I would get close and it would activate more functions. So weird. I bet I could see it rendered through the phone like how Pokemon appeared in the world with Pokemon Go. Something like that.

I climbed out of bed, snagged my keys, and headed down the hall. They jangled, feeling a tad heavier than normal. I slipped past the bathroom, wanting to avoid Mom. She was always pushing me to be better. Never satisfied with me just working maintenance jobs at one of the hotels. The one she didn’t have a job at.

“You can do better, Keone,” she would say, lecturing me in that mom way. She was the only person who called me Keone. “I believe in you. Why don’t you just get that plumber’s certificate? They’ve taught you the basics. There’s good money in plumbing. Everyone needs their toilets fixed.”

I didn’t want to fix shitters for the rest of my life. I wanted to be a business magnate. To build hotels. To become rich and famous. Get my own dumb reality show. Maybe become the president that everyone would hate.

I drove to the sight, yawning. I wanted to get a breakfast burrito or something. Or go back to bed. The excitement that kept me up all night was fading as I drove to the sight. I yawned as I pulled up before it. I stared at the location. At the bungalow-looking resort built on the cliff with a few palm trees…

What the fuck?

I pulled into the driveway that led up to the front of the Bimbo Paradise Inn. It was… fucking real. There was a building here. It wasn’t ARG. I wasn’t staring at it through my phone. My car crept up to the front, a roundabout for people to drop off their luggage. I pulled up before the hotel. The doors were closed. The lights off.

“No fucking way,” I muttered. I pinched my cheek.

Pain flared.

“No fucking way,” I groaned again. This was impossible. This could not be here. It was so wrong. This wasn’t how things worked. A hotel didn’t magically pop into existence just because I drew it on an app. That was impossible.

I turned off my car, my keys jangling. I stared at them. I had… extra keys on them. And a keycard. It was a universal key card like the maids had at the Grand Hyatt. The ones that could open any guest room in the hotel.

“The fuck,” I muttered as I closed my car door and stared at the keys. I shifted through them and came to a heavy key that I just knew opened the front doors. I marched up to them and thrust the key into the door. I twisted them.

They whisked open now onto the lobby. It was there. The couches with the gray fabric where right where I placed them. The concierge desk. With its computer and phone and the card reader. The few potted plants. The walls were the same color. The carpet. I stumbled down the hallway to the first room, 101. I pressed the keycard against the lock.

It clicked and whirled.

I opened it up onto a room with two queen beds with the beige comforters and pillows. I stumbled past the TV to the windows that looked out on the Pacific. The view I envisioned. A burst of laughter bubbled through my throat.

There was no way I owned this. How could I own it? Someone else owned this plot of land. $90,000 Bimbo Bucks couldn’t be worth the real price of this property. It had to be in the millions of dollars. And to build this place for $39,000 was another impossibility.

“What the fuck is going on?”

I stumbled out of the rooms and darted down to the kitchen. Full of stainless steel tables, counters, the oven and stoves, the sinks, the copper-bottom pots and pans hanging from the racks. The laundry room had several banks of industrial washers and dryers with a few laundry carts.

I went to the office. The desk and chair with the computer were there. I shuddered and peered into the apartment. My apartment. I shuddered and went back to the desk. There was paperwork on it. It included a deed for this property.

It had signatures on it. I had bought it. I had signed it. So had the bankrupt resort company that used to own the hotel. It was all legal. I sank onto my cheap computer chair. My phone beeped again. I pulled it out.

Do you wish to start interviewing candidates for the three open positions?

A hysterical laughter burst out of my throat as I hit YES. Why the fuck not.

The phone buzzed for a moment. Sparks flared.

The women are waiting in the lobby to be interviewed. Hit the Interview Candidate Button to send one in. After interviewing them, you can choose to hire them or dismiss them. There are only a limit number of candidates to interview per day. If you choose to hire them, aim your phone at them and bimbofy them. Then select what role they will work. Choose carefully to have the best-running bimbo resort. Good luck.

I hit the Interview Candidate button and almost instantly the doors opened and a young woman entered. She was Hawaiian, like me, with golden-brown skin and wavy, black hair. She had a perky disposition. She wore a nice blouse and a pencil skirt. She sat, her breasts clearly large and bouncing.

“Hi,” she said, thrusting a resume across the desk. “I’m Iolana Nani! I’m so excited to work here.”

“Right, right,” I said and glanced at her resume. She worked at the Four Seasons as the night time concierge. She was twenty-two and had a few other jobs at fast-food restaurants.

“I have experience working concierge,” she said. “Though I’m hoping to get away from working nights. I would like to see the sun.” She giggled.

“Right, right,” I said, staring at her. She was cute. I just had to hire her by bimbofying her? I could do that. This was so wild. “Well, you have the experience, and you’re cute.”

“Cute?” Her eyebrows frowned as I raised my phone. “Wait, did you say cute? You’re just hiring me because I’m pretty? That’s disgusting.” She stood. “I don’t want to work for a pig.”

Bimbofy Iolana Nani and hire her for your resort? YES or No.

I hit YES as she turned around, her skirt hugging her rump. Suddenly, a pink light flashed around her. She was naked, her rump quivering. The faint lines of her panties faded from across her golden-brown ass. She spun about, her big boobs heaving. I expected her to be angry with me. Furious.

Instead, she had this look of empty-headed joy on her face. She bounced up and down, those Double D’s of hers heaving. They were do delicious to watch bouncing. She had dark-brown nipples, each pierced by a silver barbell. A thick bush adorned her pussy, her black curls hiding her twat.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I’m so happy wappy to worky for you, Mistery Ken!” She squealed in delight, not a thought in her mind.

Holy shit, I really bimbofied her. My phone buzzed as I watched the giddy thing. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. I loved how she called me Mr. Ken. I liked that a lot. And she was a babe. Hotter than any of my girlfriends. I glanced down at my phone.

Please Select her Role! Beneath that were three choices: Concierge, Maid, or Cook.

HINT: Remember the interview and pick the role best suited for the bimbo.

Well, that was easy. I hit Concierge which was followed by the standard YES or NO prompts. I hit YES and a pink light flashed around her again. She gasped as she was now in her new concierge uniform. It was so fucking slutty.

My dick ached at the sight of her in a very short mini-skirt of navy blue with a matching corset top that lifted her breasts into two jiggling mounds leaving both her midriff and her nipples bare. A short, red tie fell between her tits. She grinned at me.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I am so ready to greety all the guesty-poos and welcome them to the resort, Mistery Ken!” she squealed. It was so hot watching her breasts jiggle in the corset.

Then my phone beeped again with a message that read: Break in your bimbo by enjoying her yourself. You own her and she’s your whore! You never have to pay her, only provide room and board. Let’s hope you made your manager’s apartment big enough.

I glanced at Iolana, my dick so hard. She was so sexy. I stared at her as she quivered before me. I pushed back my chair and moved around the desk. She smiled at me as she quivered there, her boobs jiggling in her corset.

I grabbed her right nipple and twisted the barbell piercing. She gasped and shuddered in delight, whimpering as I twerked it around before letting it go. It blurred as it snapped back into place. Her nub quivered for a moment.

“Ooh, ooh, Mistery Ken,” she moaned. “That made my pussy all hottie and wettie and juicy and stuff. Ooh, ooh, that was so amazeying. Yay!”

I grinned at her and grabbed her hips. I pushed her back onto my desk. She sat on it. I leaned in and kissed her. My lips melted to hers. It was so amazing to make out with her like this. Her mouth was so warm on mine.

This was so perfect to make out with her. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She danced it about and wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me in close, her hand shooting out and grabbing the waistband of my shorts.

“Oh, that’s just nicey,” she purred and pulled my dick out of my shorts with ease. “Yes, it is. This cock needs to be in my pussy wussy, righty, Mistery Ken?”

“God, yes,” I groaned as she stroked up and down me. Her hand felt so good. I loved her pressing my dick into her thick bush. Her curls spread around me. It had been a year since I had gotten laid. “You are just perfect to be my bimbo-concierge.”

“Yay!” she squealed and pressed me against her wet folds. Her hot, silky petals caressed my lips. “Now fucky me so hardy, Mistery Ken!”

“Yes!” I groaned and buried into Iolana’s pussy.

It was heavenly to sink into my bimbo-concierge’s hot pussy. Her silky cunt gripped my dick with all her wonderful passion. I groaned at the heat of her around me. She gripped my hips with her thighs, holding me tight as her cunt welcomed me in. It was such a wonderful moment.

I was in heaven here. I was just enjoying this so much. I was so happy for this pussy around my cock. It was perfect. Just the sort of delight. I needed. I trembled at the passion rushing through my body. The passion washed through me.

My cock throbbed in her twat. It was so good to feel her pussy around my dick. She squeezed and relaxed about me as she threw her arms around my neck. Her brown eyes sparkled before me. She was one sexy island girl.

“Fucky me so hardy, Mistery Ken!” she moaned. “I lovey you so much!”

Love?

She kissed me.

I groaned at the wonderful feel of her lips on mine. Her tongue plunged into my mouth. She was so bold. Wonderfully so. I groaned as her pussy clamped down on my dick. She felt so good around my cock. I shuddered at the warmth of her.

I drew back my dick, the silky heaven of her pussy massaging me. It was such a perfect moment. I slammed back into her, my balls slapping into her taint. I groaned at the heat rushing through me. This was so amazing.

I pumped away at her. I fucked her with all that I had. I buried into her again and again. I plunged deep and hard into her twat. Her pussy gripped me with her silky cunt. She held me tight as I fucked her hard and fast.

I pounded her with all that I had. I loved pumping away at her cunt. I thrust in and out of her, savoring her delicious snatch. It was so great to bury into her cunt again again. Her pussy held me tight. It was fabulous.

She broke the kiss and squealed, “Mistery Ken has such a biggie dick! I lovey it so muchy much!”

She fell back onto her elbows, bumping my computer monitor. Her big tits bounced in her corset top, her nipple piercings gleaming in the light. I groaned as I fucked her hard and fast. I slammed my dick into her pussy again and again.

She clamped her twat down on me. She massaged me with every inch of her amazing cunt. I loved every second of fucking her. I buried into her snatch over and over again. I loved slamming deep and hard into her pussy.

It was fabulous.

She whimpered, her thighs gripping my dick. She humped into my strokes, her boobs bouncing in her corset. I loved the sight of them. I gripped her pierced nipples and twisted her barbells around. She gasped in delight.

“Yesy yes, play with my piercey nipples, Mistery Ken!” she moaned, her pussy clamping down hard on me. “Ooh, ooh, I lovey dovey it like I lovey dovey you!”

My heart skipped a beat. “You love me?”

“With all my heart and all my body and all my pussy and all my soul!” she gasped. “I lovey you with all that I have! Yay!”

Her words swept over me. They were so honest. She had no guile in her. She was open. A bimbo. I grinned at Iolana and fucked her hard, twisting her nipples back and forth. She moaned in delight, her brown eyes sparkling.

She was so sexy. So hot to watch. I loved every second of fucking her pussy. I savored pounding her cunt. I buried into her snatch over and over again, reveling in the hot grip of her cunt. Her pussy gripped me.

Massaged me.

I loved the way she held me. It was so good to have her gripping my dick. It was fabulous to have her squeezing down on me. I loved how she did that. It was amazing to bury into her with every thing that I had. It was fabulous.

I thrust into her. It was a great time. I pounded her with all that I had. I plunged to the hilt in her cunt. I fucked her with force. She squeezed down on me. It was so amazing to have her twat gripping me. I savored every second of it.

The pressure in my balls grew and grew. It was so delicious.

I savored that heat. It was an incredible moment to have her pussy gripping my dick. I fucked her hard, the pressure swelling to the bursting point. My nuts slapped into her taint brimmed with my cum. Iolana moaned, tossing her head.

“Ooh, ooh, Mistery Ken, that’s so goody great!” moaned the naughty bimbo. “I lovey dovey it. I’m gonna cummy on your hugey cock!”

“Yes, yes, cum,” I growled, slamming into her juicy snatch. I was fucking her bareback. She was my concierge. My bimbo-slut. “I own you!”

“Yesy you do, Mistery Ken!” A big smile spread on her lips as I pounded her twat. “I lovey that you owny me!”

Her pussy went wild around my dick. I loved the way her cunt spasmed around me. It was an incredible moment to have her spasming around me. I groaned, savoring that silky heaven suckling at my cock. I buried into her.

Erupted.

“My bimbo-slut!” I roared as I dumped my cum into her pussy.

I flooded her writhing snatch with my jizz. She squealed in delight. I pinched her nipples hard, twisting her piercing about as her cunt spasmed around my erupting dick. She milked my cock, working out the cum from my nuts.

“Ooh, ooh, Mistery Ken’s seed in my pussy! Yay!”

She shuddered, suckling at me. It was an incredible moment. I loved every second of dumping my load into her pussy. I savored every last moment of this delight. It was perfect. Amazing. A big smile spread on my lips as I dumped more and more of my cum into her pussy. I filled her to the brim.

“Shit!” I groaned as I pumped the last of my cum into her pussy. “Oh, shit, that’s good. Damn, you’re my slut!”

“You’re slutty slut, Mistery Ken!” she said with such pride shining in her brown eyes.

I ripped out of her and said, “Prove it. Bend over my desk, spread your butt-cheeks, and beg me to ass fuck you!”

“Yesy yes!” she squealed, her thick, black bush dripping with my pearly jizz. She spun around and bent over the desk, shoving up her miniskirt to be complexity off her plump rump. She parted her butt-cheeks, exposing her sphincter. “Fucky my assy, Mistery Ken! I wanna have your cock in my buttyhole!”

I groaned. This was amazing. How the fuck did this App do this? This was impossible, but it was too real to be a dream. I pressed my cock between her butt-cheeks. I slid down her crevice and nuzzled right against her backdoor.

I thrust against her.

She whimpered as I did that. It was so good to have her anal ring slowly spreading wide. I had never fucked a woman in the ass. This was so amazing. My dick drilled against her backdoor which slowly opened. The ring slid around the crown. I pushed harder until…

I popped into her bowels.

“Mistery Ken!” squealed the bimbo as I penetrated her asshole.

I sank into Iolana’s asshole. I loved her hot and velvety sheath gripping my dick. She held me tight as I sank into her deeper and deeper. I worked down into her pussy. I savored the way her cunt gripped my dick. She held me tight.

I loved it. I was in heaven here. I groaned as I sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. I pushed into her, loving this moment so much. It was just fantastic to have my cock sliding to the hilt in her bowels. I bottomed out in her.

“Shit,” I groaned, savoring being all the way in her bowels. “Oh, shit, that’s good!”

“Mistery Ken, that’s so amazeying to have you in my buttyhole!” She squeezed her bowels down around me. “Fucky me so hardy! Yay!”

I planted my hands on my desk on either spider of her and drew back my cock. She massaged me with her velvety asshole. That wondrous sheath massaged me as more and more of my dick emerged from between her butt-cheeks. God, was I bigger? I think I was.

Holy shit, what was this App?

I slammed back into Iolana’s asshole. The bimbo gasped out in delight as I buggered her. It was just so good. I pumped away at her anal sheath. I fucked her with so much passion. I pounded her with all that I had. I thrust away at her anal sheath again and again.

It was so amazing to fuck her with force. I pounded her with all that I had. It was just so good to fuck her anal sheath. I loved it so much. God, no wonder I had a king-sized bed. My bimbos would be sleeping with me.

Shit, shit, shit, and I had two more to hire.

This was a dream come true. I loved this as I fucked Iolana’s asshole with all that I had. She gasped out in her bubbly voice, so happy to be sodomized. I groaned, thrusting away at her. I loved every second of this. My balls tightened.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as that wonderful asshole massaged me. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming. Closer and closer to spurting into her asshole. I loved every second of pounding her anal sheath. It was just such an incredible moment. “Damn!”

“Fucky my assyhole so hardy,” she whimpered, squeezing her amazing bowels down around my dick. Her butt-cheeks jiggled every time I buried into her. She tossed her head, her mane of curly, black hair dancing. “I lovey it!”

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” I groaned, savoring her bowels. “Oh, that’s fucking good!”

“It is, Mistery Ken!” She clamped her bowels down around me. “I’m gonna cummy so hardy! Yay!”

The app beeped as I buried into her asshole. Her bowels convulsed around me. Iolana squealed out with her rapture, her asshole spasming around me. It was just an incredible treat to feel that delight. I loved it so much. I savored that delight as I pumped my cum into her anal sheath.

I spurted over and over into her bowels, the pleasure slamming into me.

“Mistery Ken!” she gasped as my cum flooded her anal sheath.

I grunted with each eruption. I spurted blast after blast of cum into her velvety asshole, her bowels suckling at my dick. It was spectacular to feel that. I loved every second of her writhing around me. A big smile spread on my lips.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned, savoring the way her anal sheath rippled around my dick. “Iolana! You’re such an amazing bimbo-concierge!”

“Yay!” she squealed as I spurted the last of my cum into her asshole. The heat washed through me. I felt so amazing right now. I could just fly away. A big smile spread on my lips as her bowels rippled around my cock a few more times. “I lovey being a bimboy-concierge! It’s so awesomey!”

“Yeah,” I panted and grabbed my phone. Another notification from the Bimbo App.

The next interviewee has arrived! Do you wish to interview her? If so, sit down on your chair and hit the Interview Candidate Button.

I pulled out of Iolana’s asshole and moved around my table. She giggled and followed me around. She stood behind me like she knew what to do. She stood there with her hands folded before her and a big smile on her face.

I hit the Interview Candidate Button and my door opened a moment later. A round-faced woman in a gray cleaning smock entered. She had a kerchief over her hair, but a few of her black strands escaped. She was a native Hawaiian like Iolana and me, her skin a delicious shade of coppery brown.

She handed over her resume saying, “Hi, I’m Mele! I really want to get out of working at the Grand Hyatt.”

“Ms. Tenant?” I asked as I glanced down at her resume. She had worked at the Grand Hyatt, the Four Seasons, and the Hilton as a maid since she was eighteen. Six years of work.

“Yeah,” she said and glanced at Iolana. “Hi.”

“I’m a bimboy-concierge!” Iolana said, causing me to freeze. God, her tits were out.

“How wonderful,” said Mele. “I have many good references. I’ve always done a good job cleaning. Never been accused of any misconduct.”

“You up to sucking the guests’ dicks?” I asked, grabbing the phone.

“What?” She leaped to her feet. “I’m not a fucking whore! I’m—”

Bimbofy Mele Kakalina and hire her for your resort?

I hit the YES button and she flashed naked. I smiled as her curvy hips appeared, her breasts round. She was a thiccer girl than Iolana with a nice ass. Mele definitely would fit in nicely. I loved the landing strip that led to her shaved pussy.

Please Select her Role! Beneath that were two choices now: Maid or Cook.

HINT: Remember the interview and pick the role best suited for her.

I hit Maid followed by the YES button. In another flash of pink, she was in a sexy French maid’s uniform. Short, puffy skirt and low-cut bodice that showed off her round breasts, cradling her bare tits in frilly lace. A short, white apron covered her black skirt. She had fish-net stockings and high heels to complete the look.

“Yay, I’m a bimboy-maid!” she squealed, jumping up and down.

“Yep,” I said, pulling out my dick. “And I have something for you to clean right here and now. I just fucked her in the ass.”

“Then let me cleany that right up!” she moaned and dropped to her knees. She opened her mouth wide and happily swallowed my cock. I groaned as she slid her lips over my dirty dick. A wave of heat rushed through me as she did that.

I groaned in delight as she swirled her tongue around my dick. She danced around me. It was so hot having her do that. I loved the feel of her mouth working up and down my dick, her tongue sweeping about me.

She whimpered as she suckled on my cock. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was so good having her suckle and slurp on my dirty rod. I groaned as she did that. It was so amazing to have her doing that. She flicked her tongue around my cock.

“Yes,” I groaned, enjoying that mouth immensely. “That’s it. Oh, you’re such a dirty bimbo-maid!”

“Yesy, she is!” squealed Iolana. “Cleany Mistery Ken’s dick!”

Mele moaned around my cock and swirled her tongue, listening to the bimbo-concierge. I savored this delight. I had two women I owned now. I shuddered at the pleasure. I noticed that my Bimbo Bucks hadn’t gone down. I really didn’t have to pay them any salary.

I just owned them completely. It was amazing. A heady rush to have these two bimbos to worship me. Mele worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled at me with all that she had. It was so wondrous to enjoy her hot mouth.

I hurtled toward my climax. Having my dick sucked clean by the naughty woman was just amazing. I groaned in delight as she worked her mouth up and down my cock. The pressure grew in my balls.

“Fuck!” I moaned as I hurtled toward bursting.

She buffed me clean. She swirled her tongue around my dick. I loved every second of this. The pleasure was intense. It was amazing to have her hot working up and down my dick. She brought me closer and closer to bursting.

Her tongue danced around the crown of my cock. She stared up at me with such passion in her brown eyes. My dick lurched. The pressure at the tip burst. I gasped out in delight as I erupted into her mouth.

“You bimbo-slut!” I roared as I dumped my cum into her mouth.

She gulped it down. She swallowed all of my jizz. It was so wild to cum in her mouth. I just met her, and now she was my bimbo-maid. Mele stared at me with such empty-headed love in her eyes. She was so sexy. I groaned as I pumped more and more of my seed into her maw.

“Yes,” I growled as I erupted one last time. I glanced at Iolana who watched on, her cheeks flushed dark. She had a mess of cum in her bush, her black curls matted with my pearly jizz. “There’s another mess to clean up, Mele. Iolana’s bush and pussy. Eat her out!”

Mele plopped her mouth off my dick and gasped out, “Yesy, sir, Mistery Ken!”

She turned and crawled toward Iolana, the bimbo-maid’s fluffy skirt rustling over her rump. She nuzzled right into my bimbo-concierge’s bush and licked up the cum off her curls. I was arrested by the sight of that pink tongue stroking through those black hairs to clean up my jizz.

“Fuck,” I breathed as the bimbo-maid licked again and again. She was dedicated to cleaning. That was so hot to watch. Mele suckled some of the cum off Iolana’s curls before nuzzling deeper and licking. “I fucking love this App.”

“Mele, you’re such a goody good bimboy-maid to licky me clean,” whimpered Iolana.

I dropped to my knees and pushed up the bimbo-maid’s skirt. I found Mele’s shaved cunt dripping in juices. The air brimmed with spicy and tangy aromas, their hot cunts. I was having a threesome with two hot bimbos that I owned.

I pressed my cock into Mele’s pussy and thrust into her cunt. I sank into her pussy as she moaned, feasting on the creampie I left in Iolana’s pussy. This was so hot. I was fucking a second woman, my second bimbo, of the day.

I was in heaven here.

I gripped her hips and drew back. Her pussy clamped down on me. She held me tight with her silky embrace. It was so good being in her. I fucked her hard. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. It was amazing to be in her pussy. I fucked deep and hard into her cunt.

I pounded Mele as she feasted on Iolana’s cunt. The bimbo-maid licked the bimbo-concierge’s pussy clean of my jizz. It was so hot. I loved it as I fucked away. My dick plunged over and over into that hot cunt. It was just amazing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned.

“Ooh, ooh, Mele, you’re such a lovey dovey awesomey bimboy-maid!” whimpered Iolana.

Yes, she was. I loved this. I savored that hot, tight cunt squeezing around my dick. I thrust into that hot cunt again and again, savoring the heat of her twat around my dick. I plunged into her snatch over and over again. I loved fucking her.

I felt so good. I savored this heat gripping my cock. I groaned with each thrust into her cunt. I fucked her with such force. It was so amazing to pound her like this. I thrust to the hilt in her cunt again and again. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming.

Her pussy clamped down on me. She held me tight with her amazing pussy, whimpering, “Fucky me so hard, Mistery Ken!”

“Yes!” I groaned, churning her up. “Shit, that’s good!”

I hurtled toward my orgasm.

“Ooh, ooh, yay!” Iolana gasped, her big boobs jiggling in her corset as she bucked. She was cumming on Mele’s face.

“Yummy nummy pussy creamies!” squealed Mele, her pussy clamping down on your thrusting dick. “Ooh, ooh, lucky ducky me!”

Her cunt went wild around my dick. She spasmed around my cock, her cunt suckling at my dick. I loved that heat. I savored the pleasure rushing through me. It was so amazing to pump away at her writhing cunt. The pressure in my balls hurtled closer and closer to bursting.

I buried into her heavenly twat and erupted.

“Mistery Ken’s cummies!” she moaned as I dumped my load into her pussy.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my phone beeping behind me.

I spurted blast after blast of my cum into the bimbo-maid’s pussy. The pleasure washed through me. It was so good to have all this bliss sweeping through me. I loved it so much. The heat rushed through me as I basted her cunt with my seed.

I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her pussy. I groaned with each blast of spunk. I shuddered, spurting into her cunt over and over again. I flooded her with all that I had. I loved the feel of that hot cum spurting into her twat.

It was just amazing to have all that cum erupting from my dick and pumping into her cunt. I filled her up with everything that I had. The pleasure crashed through my mind. I savored every last second of flooding her with my spunk.

“Fuck!” I groaned, spurting more and more of my spunk into her snatch. I loved every second of erupting into her. I flooded her with all that I had. The pleasure shot through me. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good! Shit!”

“Mistery Ken!” whimpered Mele as her pussy milked my dick dry.

I fired the last blast of cum into her pussy. The two bimbos were moaning. I shuddered and ripped my dick out of her cunt. I bet the next interviewee had arrived. The bimbo-cock. I smiled. I didn’t care who walked through the door, she would be hired and fucked.

I snatched up my phone as Mele rose and kissed Iolana. The two bimbos made out with passion as I swiped my phone. The App had a new notification that read: The next interviewee has arrived! Do you wish to interview her? If so, sit down on your chair and hit the Interview Candidate Button.

I hit the Interview Candidate button as I sat on my chair. The door opened a moment later, my phone aimed at whoever it was. I froze in shock at my mother walking in wearing her jeans and a faded t-shirt, a bright smile on her face.

“Hi, honey,” she said. “Ooh, Keone, you did it. You opened your own resort. I want to help out. I want to be your cook! You know how great a cook I am, honey.”

My jaw dropped. My mother? God, could I bimbofy my mother? She really did fill out that t-shirt, and her hips were curvy. She kept herself in good shape working two or three jobs a week. She had this bright smile on her face, the phone shaking in my hand.

Bimbofy Kamalani Kekoa and hire her for your resort?

YES
or

NO

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