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Keone “Ken” Kekoa – Owner of Bimbo Paradise Inn

I whistled as I headed to the elevator. I hit the button to summon it.

The wedding was wrapping up. I wanted to be in the honeymoon suite and fuck the bride on her wedding night. To share her with her groom. That would be so hot. I was so glad that my hotel was up to Level 6.

That it was maxed up.

The Bimbos For Climate Change and Orgasms Symposium was coming up. That would be a blast. Alexandra Serrano-Martinez was so excited about it. The bimbo-MC was just eager to have all those famous people come here and fuck my bimbos to support climate change.

It all sounded nice.

I rode the elevator to the top floor and stepped out. I strolled down to the honeymoon suite. I opened the doors. None of the locks worked for me. They just opened. The inn knew its owner. Kneeling before me was Mrs. Richardson, one of the bimbo-slaves.

This was her honeymoon suite.

Her cuck was in the corner, ready to watch his wife being used. She smiled up at me in her fishnet bodysuit. Her big boobs jiggled in it, her fat, pink nipples thrusting out through the diamond mesh pattern. Her black hair fell in glossy waves down her back.

“Mastery Ken!” she gasped in delight, so happy to see me. “Yay!”

I smiled at her. “We’ll have a bride to fuck soon!”

“Yippee yay!” she squealed and bounded to her feet, her collar about her neck. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me before her husband.

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Amber DuMarne

The elevator dinged. I shuddered in delight, married. Having our wedding at the Bimbo Paradise Inn had been wild. I shuddered as my husband picked me up in his arms and carried me down the hallway. I shivered in delight as he did that.

It made me feel so naughty. His strong arms supported me. Stefan was such a handsome and suave Frenchman. He had swept me off his feet with his accent. His mother had an equally beautiful accent. I could not the wild foursome I had with Mister Ken before my wedding. My mother and I had loved him. Then Stefan’s mother had joined the fun.

So wild.

We reached our room. My husband waved our keycard before it and carried me in. A kneeling woman was there in a fishnet bodysuit. She stared up at us with empty-headed bimbo adoration. She rose to her feet.

“Mastery and Mistressy DuMarne,” she cooed. “Congrattylattshuns on beying all weddyed. Yay!”
“It’s amazing,” I said and noticed a man in the corner in a blue jumpsuit with “Cuck” for a name. He must be this woman’s husband.

“I’m your slavey slave, Mrs. Richardson,” she said, rising. “I’m here to be usedy use by you two. You’re own personally slutty slave! Yay!”

She jumped up and down, her tits bouncing. They heaved in such an intriguing way. I groaned at the sight of them bouncing as my husband carried me. He was so strong. That was so exciting. It was all so heady.

“Stefan,” I groaned. “Our own bimbo-slave.”

“Oui, oui, it is one of the perks,” he said.

I smiled at him as we stepped into the large room to find… Mister Ken naked on the bed. He wore this cocky grin. My pussy melted as his big cock thrust up from his crotch. I could not believe he was here, nor how happy I was to see him. My cunt burned for his dick.

“Congratulations,” said Mister Ken. “I’m the owner, and I want you to sit your bride on my cock. Just my way to welcome you to my hotel and ensure that your stay is an amazing one.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, Stefan, I need that. I need to feel his big dick in me!”

“Fine, my love,” he said and sat me down.

“Strip her naked,” Mister Ken ordered. “Not you, Mrs. Richardson. Stefan, she is your bride. You should do the honor.”

“Oui,” Stefan said and turned me to face him. I shuddered as my husband cupped my face. “Ma belle.”

He kissed me.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I trembled, loving the feel of his mouth on mine. It was so good to have him kissing me like that. I groaned at the feel of him. My heart pounded in my chest. A wave of heat washed through me. I was just so happy here.

Then he broke it and smiled at me. “Turn around, so I may strip you.”

“Stefan,” I groaned and turned around. I stared at Mister Ken and his big, throbbing cock. “I love you.”

He tugged down the zipper slowly of my dress. My pussy clenched. I trembled, my veil rustling over my red hair. My breasts rose and fell as my dress loosened. My husband kissed at my shoulders, his lips so sensual. He helped me slid my arms out of the dress.

My breasts came into view, Mister Ken nodding. The Hawaiian stud drank in the sight of me. He had seen me naked only a few hours ago. He had led me into such wild debauchery. My cunt clenched as I pushed my dress off my hips. It fell to the ground. I trembled, feeling so naked.

I had no panties on.

“Ma belle,” groaned my husband before he picked me up. I shuddered as he held me in his arms. He carried me to the bed. I trembled in delight, my heart pounding in my chest. This was just such an amazing moment. I wanted to squeal out my delight at how lucky I felt. My husband just grinned at me. He nodded, his eyes staring at me.

He wanted to do things to me. That was wonderful. My heart quickened in delight.

My husband scooped me up in his arms. I shuddered as he was caring me to the Island stud on the bed. Mister Ken had this gorgeous skin. A golden-brown that was just gorgeous to look at. He had my mouth watering. I groaned, so wanting to just be planted on that dick.

I craved to have my pussy engulfing that rod. It would be so wonderful to have every inch of that dick in me. My pussy was getting so wet as my new husband sat me down on Mister Ken so I was straddling him.

I gripped Mister Ken’s cock and pressed him into my pussy. I shuddered as I did that. It just felt so good to rub him up and down my flesh. A shiver shot through me. I raised him up and pressed him into my cunt. I shivered as I did that. It was so wild.

I plunged my cunt down his cock. I groaned as I swallowed his cock.

“Yes!” I moaned as I sank down him. My pussy devoured his rod. He felt so good in me I groaned, squeezing my cunt down on his cock. I loved how big and thick he was. He felt incredible in me. “Oh, that’s good!”

“You look radiant on him, ma belle,” my husband said as he moved onto the bed.

“Don’t be afraid to stick that cock in her ass,” growled Mister Ken. “Mrs. Richardson, lube him up.”

“Just slidey your hugey cock into my pussy, Mastery Sir!” the bimbo-slave moaned.

“Sacré Dieu,” my husband groaned. The bimbo-slave squealed. “That’s good. Merde!”

I glanced back to see my husband sliding his cock into the bimbo-slave’s cunt. Her heavy tits swayed in her fishnet bodysuit. They were so lovely to watch. I was so glad to see them jiggling as he soaked his cock in her pussy.

Then he pulled his cock out of her pussy. He smiled at me and moved onto the bed again. My handsome husband. I smiled at him, my pussy clenching around Mister Ken’s amazing cock. I shuddered, about to be double-stuffed with dicks on my wedding night.

I groaned as that cock pressed into my butt-crack. That felt so naughty. He slid up and down me. I groaned as he did that. He nudged into my asshole and found my backdoor. He thrust against me. I growled as he thrust against me.

It was so incredible. Just a wonderful moment to have him pushing and pushing on my asshole. It was just so good to have drilling against me. It was wonderful. I whimpered as he thrust against me. It was an incredible to have him pushing on my anal ring.

He popped into my bowels.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned as my husband slid into my pussy.

“Sacré Dieu,” he groaned as he entered me. He sank his cock into my bowels as my pussy clenched down on Mister Ken’s big dick. My husband cupped my tits and nuzzled into my ear. “I love you, ma belle.”

“I love you, too,” I moaned as he bottomed out in my asshole. I turned my head and kissed him over my shoulder.

As my tongue danced with my husband’s, I slid my cunt up his cock. I savored that big dick in me. It was such a thrill to have Mister Ken in my pussy. My husband drew back his own rod. I had two different fictions in me.

Silky and velvety.

I plunged down Mister Ken’s wonderful dick as my husband buried his rod back into my asshole. I whimpered into my husband’s lips, his hands squeezing about my tits. He massaged them as I rode that big dick.

It felt so good to have them in me. My husband pumped away at my asshole as I rode my island lover’s cock. Mister Ken groaned as he enjoyed my tight, wedded twat riding up and down his dick. My bowels melted around my husband’s rod as he buried into me again and again.

“What a wonderful honeymoon!” I moaned. “What a glorious wedding night!”

“Oui!” my husband groaned.

He thrust away at my asshole. I loved it. The pleasure swept through me as I enjoyed both me. I was having such a wonderful time taking it in the ass and the pussy. I loved the feel of that huge cock burying into my bowels.

My anal sheath squeezed down on him. I increased the friction. I loved the feel of his cock hammering my anal sheath. He buried into me with all that he had. He pounded me with force. My bowels melted around his cock. I loved the feel of him pumping away at him. He buried into me with so much force. It was just delicious.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered as I rode Mister Ken, my asshole gripping my husband’s pistoning cock.

“Yes!” growled my husband as he hammered me. “You love it, ma belle? You love both our cock is you?”

“I do!” I whimpered, my pussy clamping down on Mister Ken’s cock.

He smiled up at me as my husband buried into my bowels with so much force. He rammed into me with all that he had. I reveled in having both men in me. My orgasm built and built as I enjoyed their dicks.

I shuddered, rising closer and closer to cumming. Stefan fucked me with such force. He buried into me with all that he had. I gripped his dick with my tight anal sheath as I worked my cunt up and down Mister Ken’s cock.

“Oh, oho, make me cum!” I whimpered.

“Oui,” my husband said and pinched my nipples.

I gasped as he plowed into my backdoor. My asshole gripped his cock as he twisted my nipples. My pussy gripped Mister Ken’s cock. I rode him, the pressure swelling in me. I hurtled toward that moment. I plunged down his big dick.

I squealed and came on my lover’s cock and my husband’s dick.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I howled as the rapture swept through me. My pussy and asshole convulsed around their dicks.

It was a wonderful moment to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I groaned through the heat, my eyes rolling back in my head. I shuddered, my pussy and asshole spasming around their dicks. I groaned as they both grunted.

“Ma belle!” my husband growled and buried into my asshole.

He came.

My pussy writhed around my lover’s cock. Mister Ken groaned as he suckled at me. My asshole milked my husband’s dick as I waited for the other to erupt into my snatch. I wanted to be flooded with Mister Ken’s seed.

“Oh, fuck,” my island stud growled

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His cock erupted.

An island volcano flooded my pussy with jizz. I groaned, savoring both their cocks spurting their spunk into me. I trembled, my holes writhing around them both. The waves of ecstasy swept through me. I squealed out, my nipples throbbing in my husband’s fingers.

He grunted as he pumped more and more cum into my asshole. I stared down at Mister Ken as he grinned up at me. He pumped my pussy—my womb—full of spunk. I shuddered there, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Yes!” I howled as my orgasm swept through me.

My husband spurted the last of his cum into my bowels, panting. He hugged me and kissed at my neck as my lover kept dumping his spunk into my pussy. I groaned through it. I loved the feel of his cock spurting cum into me.

It was a glorious rush to have all that spunk in me. It was just so amazing to have all that hot cum in me. I trembled as that pleasure swept through me. I was just so glad to have every wonderful drop of their jizz in me.

“Mmm, your husband’s cock is dirty,” Mister Ken said. “You should clean him.”

“Yes,” I moaned, breaking the kiss with my husband. My pussy and asshole clamped on their dicks.

My husband groaned and drew his rod out of my asshole. His cum spilled out after he did that. I shuddered as I rose off Mister Ken’s dick. His seed dripped out of my pussy. I turned around on the bed and faced my husband.

His cock bobbed before him. I crawled closer. He smiled down at me as I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his dirty dick. I polished my husband’s pole. The sour flavor of my asshole suffused my taste buds.

It was so nasty.

So wild.

“Sacré Dieu,” my husband groaned as I polished his pole.

“That’s right,” said Mister Ken as he pressed his wet cock against my asshole. “Your wife’s a dirty whore while at the resort.”

“Oui, oui,” Stefan said as he stroked his fingers through my red hair, rustling my veil.

Mister Ken thrust against my asshole.

I whimpered around my husband’s dirty dick. My anal ring stretched and stretched to take his cock. I groaned as he did that. It felt so wonderful to have that big dick sliding into my anal sheath. I groaned at the delight of him sinking into my sloppy asshole.

He made me feel amazing.

Mister Ken possessed such a big dick. His cum spilled down my thighs. I moaned around my husband’s cock. I suckled on him with all that I had. It was just so good to work my mouth up and down that wonderful dick in my mouth.

It was delicious. I swirled my tongue around that mighty cock. I polished him as Mister Ken fucked my asshole. I rocked back and forth, my tits swaying beneath me as he buried into me. I whimpered as the sour flavor of my asshole suffused my mouth.

The bimbo-slave and her cuck watched on. My wedding veil rustled as I moaned around my husband’s cock. Mister Ken hammered my asshole. He had such passion. Such vigor. He slammed into my asshole’s depths.

It was incredible to feel him so deep in me.v
His nuts slapped into my taint as he fucked me hard. He buried into me with all that he had. It was just so glorious to have that big dick in me. I squeezed my bowels down on him. I groaned, savoring the way he hammered me.

I groaned, squeezing my bowels down on him as he thrust away at me. He fucked me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him burying into me like that. He slammed into me again and again. He fucked me hard.

Fast.

He buried into me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him fucking me like that. I loved it. He pounded me with his big dick. I moaned around my husband’s cock, the sour flavor of my asshole fading.

I cleaned him up as Mister Ken fucked me.

“Ma belle,” my husband groaned. “Just like that.”

“Make your husband cum,” Mister Ken grunted, fucking me hard.

He pounded my asshole with his big dick. I groaned, squeezing my bowels down on him. I held him tight as he buried into me again and again. He plowed to the hilt in my flesh. It was just so good to have him burying into me.

It was a wonderful rush. It was a glorious heat to have that cock plowing into me. He fucked me with such force. He thrust away at me. I rocked between them, the sour flavor of my asshole gone. I tasted only my husband’s precum.

I loved that delight it was so good to suckle on him. I nursed on him with all that I had. It was just so good to have his big dick fucking me. He plowed to the hilt in me. He fucked me with such force. Such strength.

I groaned, squeezing my asshole down on him. He grunted as my husband moaned. I was pleasing them both. Loving them both. It was so good to do that. I rocked back and forth between them, taking their cocks in my holes.

What a wonderful delight.

“Yes!” Mister Ken grunted as he fucked me. He slammed into me with all that he had. I groaned in delight at the big dick fucking me. He pounded me so hard. He thrust into my anal sheath again and again. “Goddamn, your wife’s asshole is tight!”

“Oui, oui!” groaned my husband. “Ma belle, keep sucking. I wish to cum!”

I moaned around his cock, nursing hard on my new husband’s rod. I wanted him to flood me. I squeezed my asshole down on Mister Ken’s cock, my orgasm building in me, and swirled my tongue around my husband’s shaft.

Around the spongy tip.

The salty flavor of his precum swelled and swelled. He groaned as I did that. His face twisted in delight as I loved him. It was so much fun to do this to him. I nursed on him with all that I had. I just wanted to make him explode.

He grunted as I suckled on him. I nursed with passion on his cock. I blew him with all that I had. He groaned as I did that. His head threw back. Mister Ken slammed his cock into my asshole as my husband roared out in pleasure.

“Sacré Dieu!”

Hot jizz spurted into my mouth.

I gulped down my husband’s cum as Mister Ken’s cock fucked my asshole. The heat soaked into my sloppy cunt. I whimpered as he churned me up. It felt so good to have him fucking me like that. I gasped out in delight.

I came hard.

My asshole rippled around Mister Ken’s cock. I gulped down my husband’s spunk. I drank it all down, reveling in this moment. It was just so good to have all that spunk flooding my mouth. I groaned in passion as all that spunk flooded my mouth.

“Yes!” Mister Ken growled, loving my writhing asshole. “What a slutty bride!”

“Oui!” my husband roared as Mister Ken erupted into my asshole.

His cum spurted onto my bowels. My anal sheath writhed around him, rapture sweeping through my body. I enjoyed all that spunk flooding my flesh. My husband erupted into my mouth, feeding me his salty jizz. It was a wonderful moment to have them both dumping their loads in me.

I reveled in all that cum spilled down my throat and flooded my bowels. I trembled through my orgasm. I shuddered through all that delight. It was just a wonderful moment. I was so happy. I was just a glorious moment.

I hit that wonderful peak. I trembled through every last drop of jizz that fired into my mouth. I swallowed it all down. The thick cream filled my belly. I trembled through it. What an amazing moment to have all these passions in me.

I swallowed the last of my husband’s spunk.

Mister Ken fired the last of my cum into my asshole. He groaned and pulled out of an asshole. “Mrs. Richardson, lick her clean!”

“Yesy yes, Mastery Ken!” she squealed, her big boobs bouncing.

I slid my lips off my husband’s cock and watched the owner of the inn heading out the door. The bimbo-slave flung herself on the bed, bouncing on it and squealing like a little girl even though she was old enough to be my mother.

“You want to fuck her, Stefan?” I asked as Mrs. Richardson moved behind me.

My husband smiled. “Oui, oui, ma belle.”

I shuddered as Mrs. Richardson gripped my butt-cheeks. She squeezed my ass and ducked her head down. She nuzzled into my backdoor and licked at me. She stroked her tongue up and down my asshole. It was so incredible to have her stroking over me.

I groaned as she did that. It was so did that. My eyes rolled back in my head as she tongued at my backdoor and licked the cum that was spilling out of me. Then she gasped as my husband had to be in her pussy.

I threw a look behind me, wanting to see that stud fucking her.

My husband grinned at me as he pumped away at the married woman while her husband watched like a good cuck. I groaned as Mrs. Richardson wiggled her tongue into my asshole. She danced it around in me.

That felt so good.

It was just incredible to have her tongue wiggling around in me. I groaned, squeezing my butt-cheeks down on her. She groaned as said that. It was just so wonderful to feel her squeezing down my dick. She drove me wild with that wonderful tongue.

Her fingers found my pussy. She rubbed at my sloppy flesh. Cum spilled out of my snatch. That was just a wonderful moment to feel her in me. I groaned, enjoying every second of that treat. She massaged my clit.

“Ooh, Mrs. Richardson,” I groaned.

She wiggled her tongue around in my asshole and scooped out the mix of cum in there. She groaned as she did, my husband fucking her hard. I savored this moment. My butt-cheeks clenched about her face.

That wonderful tongue danced around in me. It was just so good to have her doing that to me. I shuddered, savoring this wonderful sensation. It was so good to have her tongue licking around in me. Her fingers rubbed at my clit in fast circles.

Then she plunged her digits into my cunt.

I gasped out in delight, my veil rustling around my face. I shuddered on the bed, my fingers gripping the sheets as that tongue plunged deep into my asshole. Those fingers thrust in and out of my cunt. I loved the sensation.

“Oh, oh, that’s good,” my husband groaned. “That’s so good. You have such a good pussy, salope!”

“I’m a bimboy-slave not a bimboy-salope!” Mrs. Richardson moaned.

“You’re a slut!” my husband growled.

“I am!” The bimbo-slave thrust her tongue into my asshole.

I shuddered as she did that. She swirled her tongue around in my anal sheath. I loved the feel of her doing that. It felt so wonderful. My pussy gripped her fingers as she churned me up. I groaned, rising toward that moment when I would cum.

I would have a huge climax.

I could not wait for that rapture to burs through me. She rubbed my clit with her thumb. She massaged my sensitive bud as she worked her tongue around in my asshole. I shuddered, rising and rising toward that moment when I would cum.

It would be an incredible moment.

I could not wait to explode in rapture. My husband grunted, fucking that slut hard. She buried her tongue into my asshole again and again. She searched for all the cum she could find in me. That was so wild. I loved the sensation.

She drove me wild. I trembled, rising toward that moment when I would cum. When I would just burst in delight. It was so good to have that mighty cock burying into me. He fucked me with such force. Such passion.

It was so good to have him burying into me over and over again. It was a wonderful rush. He fucked me so hard. He buried into me with all that he had. I loved it so much. My bowels clamped down on him.

“Shit!” I groaned. “Oh, oh, shit! I’m going to cum!”

“Cum, ma belle!” growled my husband. “She is our whore for the weekend.”

“Ours!” I moaned as my clit burst in sparks.

I came.

My pussy writhed around her fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head. I shuddered through my rapture. The heat swept through me. It felt so good to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I was so happy about it.

“Shit!” growled my husband. “Fuck!”

“Cummies!” the bimbo-slave squealed. “Yay!”

She gasped as the ecstasy swept through my body. I groaned at the delight, stars flashing across my vision. I could not believe the wedding day I had. This was such a wonderful moment. I rose, my pussy gushing juices.

I turned and threw myself at my husband. I kissed him as he dumped his load into the bimbo-slave’s pussy. I was so happy to be Stefan’s wife. To be Mrs. DuMarne now. I groaned as my entire body trembled through my ecstasy.

I was so glad that we chose the Bimbo Paradise Inn to be married.

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Keone “Ken” Kekoa – Owner of Bimbo Paradise Inn

The conference was tomorrow, and it was busy at my inn. The guests were already starting to arrive.

I peeked in on the kitchen. “You need any help in here?”

“Ooh, ooh, I doey do,” my mother, the head bimbo-cook, said. “We need lotsy milk of for the hugey cake were bakying. You gotta help milky me. Will you milky your bimboy-mommy, Mister Keone?”

I grinned at her. “Sure thing.”

“Goody good!” she squealed, pulling down on her apron to expose both her heavy tits. She grabbed a large mixing bowl.

The other bimbo-cooks—Mrs. Tempest, Minako, Mommy Hosni, and Renee—were all bustling around. They might be utter airheads incapable of doing anything normal out in the real world, but in here, they were bimbo-cooks who could whip up the most exquisite meals safely.

Using their own breast milk in place of the real thing. Which was good, because milk was fucking expensive in Hawaii. It had to be imported from the mainland, so a lot of powdered milk. Anything perishable had to be flown from the States.

Mom thrust her rump out. She had a golden-brown ass, her skin the same hue as mine. I smiled and pressed my cock into her butt-crack. I slid up and down her crack, savoring the feel of her butt-cheeks around my rod.

I found her asshole and thrust against it.

Her anal ring widened and widened to take my cock. I loved how she stretched and stretched to take my cock. It felt so good to drill against her. She gasped out loud as I pushed harder against her backdoor. I loved it.

“Ooh, ooh,” she whimpered.

I popped into her bowels.

“Yesy yes,” she moaned. “Ooh, ooh, that’s the hugey feel of my biggie son’s hugey dick!”

“That’s right,” I groaned and sank into her asshole.

I squeezed her tits as I penetrated into her bowels. I loved the way her asshole devoured my cock. I groaned, going deeper and deeper into her flesh. It was so good to sink into her anal sheath. She gripped me with her hot flesh.

I groaned as I bottomed out in her. I savored the feel of her around my cock. She felt just so wonderful around my dick. I sank to the hilt in her bowels. I was all the way in her. I smiled from ear to ear. It was so good to be in her bowels.

“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned.

“So goody good,” whimpered my naughty mother. “Ooh, ooh, that’s my biggie son’s hugey dick in me!”

I nodded and drew back my cock. Her asshole gripped my cock. She massaged me with that hot flesh. I thrust back into her asshole and squeezed her tits. Milk gushed from her nipples and splashed in the bowl.

The other bimbo-cooks bustled around us as I buggered my mother’s tight asshole. I reveled in burying into her bowels again and again. She gripped me with her hot flesh. I loved every second of bucking into her.

I buried into her asshole with force. She squeezed down on me. She held me tight. It was so good to have her gripping me like that. I groaned with my hard thrusts into her bowels. I fucked her with force. She gasped as I did that.

She moaned as I fucked her hard. Fast. I plowed into her anal sheath. With force. I squeezed down on her big boobs. I loved the feel of her around me. She felt so good to me. Just so amazing to have around my cock.

“Ooh, ooh, milky your bimboy-mommy, Mistery Keone!” she moaned.

“God, yes,” I groaned as I fucked her hard. “Squeeze that asshole down on me.”

“Yesy yes!” she moaned, her anal sheath gripping my cock.

I loved fucking her asshole. I buried into her bowels with all that I had. I slammed into her asshole over and over again. She squeezed down on me. She felt so good doing that, too. She gripped my anal sheath with her wonderful flesh.

I groaned, fucking her with all that I had. I buried into her with passion. She gasped and moaned as I pounded her bowels. It was so good to be in her. So good to fuck her bowels. She clamped down on me, whimpering as I fucked her hard.

I buried into her with everything that I had. She gripped me with that wonderful asshole. I loved it as I fucked her hard. I pounded her with force. She moaned as I thrust deep and hard into her asshole. She wiggled her hips back and forth.

“Fuck!” I groaned, kneading her tits.

Milk splashed into the bowl. I filled it up as worked her tits like a pair of udders. I fucked her asshole. She moaned and gasped, her bowels massaging my cock. I growled with each thrust, my nuts tightening.

The need to cum built and built.

“Ooh, ooh, fuckying my assyhole makes more milky milk!” she moaned. “Yummy milky milk from being assy-fucked!”

“Right,” I g turned, slamming into my mother’s tight asshole. “Goddamn, I’m going to cum!”

“Yay!” She gripped my dick with her tight asshole. “Makey your bimboy-mommy cum so hardy hard. Floody me with all your cummies, Mistery Keone!”

“Every last drop!” I groaned, slamming into her.

The need to cum swelled at the tip of my cock. I thrust into her asshole as I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. My hands milked her heavy udders. The bimbo-HuCow moaned as my incestuous dick fucked her hard.

My nuts tightened with me each plunge into her bowels. Every thrust into her brought me closer and closer to cumming in her bowels. She clamped down on me with all that she had. It was just so good to fuck her like this.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s itty it!” she gasped. “Mistery Keone, I lovey dovey you!”

Her asshole spasmed around my cock.

I groaned, feeling the way her asshole spasmed around my dick. It was so good to feel her spasming about me I squeezed those tits, more of her milk gushing into the bowl. I loved the way her asshole convulsed around my dick.

I slammed to the hilt in her and groaned, “Fuck!”

I erupted.

I spurted into her asshole. I flooded her with my spunk. It was a wonderful moment to feel her anal sheath spasming around me. I grunted as I spurted more and more blasts of my cum into her. She gasped as I did that. It was just so amazing to have her massaging me.

I groaned with each blast of jizz that I fired into her asshole. She milked my dick. She worked out all the cum as I kept squeezing her udders. She gasped, her milk squirting into the container. It was so hot to dump my load into her bowels and fill up the mixing bowl.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, that’s so good!”

I dumped my load into her asshole. I filled her up with my cum. I flooded her with all my spunk. It was so good. So amazing. I was just loving every second of this. I nibbled on her ear, loving it so much She whimpered in delight as she wrung my dick dry.

I squeezed her tits one last time. A final squirt of milk into the bowl. “There you go.”

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she purred.

I pulled my cock out of her asshole and said, “I bet that cake will be delicious.” I glanced at the clock. “Damn, the president going to be here in an hour.”

A burst of nerves shot through me. I so wanted to fuck First Lady Diamond Alexander, and they had a daughter. She was sixteen, so I was aching to enjoy her, too. The First Lady and First Daughter in my bed…

Damn, I loved this Bimbo App, but I need to relax.

There were hardly any guests, so my bimbos abounded. I bet I could get a massage. I headed toward the massage parlor and poked my head into one of the rooms. Mrs. White, the Black masseuses married to a cuck named Dante.

“I need a pussy massage,” I said. “I got a dirty dick that needs your touch.”

“Well of coursey course, Mistery Ken!” the Black woman said and opened her pastel robe. Her big tits came into view, heavy and ebony. Her nipples as dark as charcoal. They were so delicious. She had a shaved pussy, dripping with her excitement. “You just lie downy down on the table.”

She patted it for me.

I smiled and headed to it. I stretched out on the table. It was so good to be here. My dick throbbed as she moved around me. I loved this moment. She hopped up on me, smiling brightly. She gripped my dick in her hand.

“Let’s massagey your dirty dickie, Mistery Ken!” she purred, her heavy, ebony tits swaying.

“God, yes,” I groaned.

She pressed me against her pussy folds and plunged her cunt down my cock. I groaned at the heat of her cunt devouring my dick. She took me to the hilt. It was so good to feel that. I shuddered as she squeezed down on me with her clean pussy.

“Now buff me clean,” I groaned.

“Yesy yes!” the bimbo-masseuses moaned, her wedding ring sparkling on her hand.

She rode me with that hot snatch. She worked her juicy cunt up and down my dirty dick. She buffed my pole clean, polishing me with that delicious pussy. She clamped down on me, amazing me with her cunt.

Her big tits bounced and jiggled. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. Her breasts slapped together as she rode me. She cleaned my cock with that hot cunt. Her juicy pussy slid up and down my pole, polishing every inch of my rod.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned. “I’m massagying your biggie dick, Mastery Ken! Just massagying you with my married cunty hole!”

“Yes, you are,” I groaned, my nuts tightening.

“Yesy yes, you’re all biggie and hugey and thicky in me!” she moaned. “You’re so wondermus! I lovey dovey your hugey dickie in me!”

“I can tell!” I groaned as she worked up and down me.

She planted her hands on my chest. She massaged me as she polished my pole with her hot pussy. She gripped my cock with her hot cunt. I groaned as she rode me. It was fantastic. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum.

I would flood her with all my jizz. Just spurt into her with everything that I had. She whimpered, her heavy tits jiggling. Her hands rubbed up and down my chest as she polished my pole with her tight snatch. I loved every second of this.

I savored the way she rode me.

“Ooh, ooh, Mistery Ken is such a biggie stud!” she moaned. “Such a hugey stud with a biggie cock and I lovey it and dovey it and massagey it and polishy it!”

“Yes!” I groaned.

That hot pussy of hers cleaned my cock. She got me ready for the First Lady. Her hot pussy slammed down my dick. Her breasts slapped together. Her head tossed as she worked up and down my rod. She drove me wild.

I could not wait to cum in her. I would fill her up with my spunk. She gripped my dick. It was a wonderful moment to have her snatch sliding up and down my cock. It was so wonderful to have her riding me. I groaned as I hurtled toward that moment of cumming.

I would flood her. I would fill her with my spunk. She squeezed down on me, gasping and moaning. Her hands rubbed across my chest, massaging me or trying to. She put all her effort into that hot pussy sliding up and down my dick.

She massaged me with every inch of her snatch.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Yesy yes, I’ll make you feel so goody good!” she moaned.

“You’re fucking doing that!”

She beamed at me as she squeezed her pussy around me. She rode me with such passion. Her hips wiggled back and forth, stirring her cunt around my cock. The way she massaged me brought me closer to cumming, my nuts tightening.

She drove me wild with that hot flesh. I groaned, hurtling toward that moment when I would cum in her. I would just dump my load into her snatch. She plunged her cunt down me, her ebony tits bouncing above me. I was so close to bursting.

“Mistery Ken!” she squealed and plunged her cunt down my cock. “Cummy in me!”

Her pussy spasmed around my cock, massaging me with her silky flesh. I groaned at the heat of that wonderful cunt. The need to cum built and built in me. I threw back my head, loving the feel of her pussy spasming around me.

“Fuck!” I growled and erupted.

“Your cummies!” she squealed as her pussy rippled around me.

I flooded her cunt with blast after blast of cum into her pussy. I filled her up with my jizz. I savored every second of dumping my load into her. I filled her up with all my spunk. I groaned at the pleasure that slammed into me.

I groaned, dumping every last blast of jizz into her pussy. She milked me, moaning out her passion. She tossed her head as the pleasure slammed through me. I grunted as she leaned over me, her hands rubbing at my chest.

“Mistery Ken!” she moaned.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I dumped all my cum into her pussy. “Oh, fuck, that’s good. You polished my pole.”

“Yay!” she squealed, her cunt still writhing around me. That was just perfect. I could just relax for a little bit before the president and his hot wife arrived.

This conference would be amazing.

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First Lady Diamond Alexander

I stared critically at my daughter and shook my head.

I did not like that outfit. Not when bit. I never should have let the girl dress herself. She looked so plain. Jeans. Jeans? And that blouse. It was baggy. She was just sitting there, reading her book. A real book, too. And those glasses. I tried to get her to wear contacts, or at least dainty glasses.

Something sexy.

I glanced down at myself. I was looking fabulous. Hot and sexy the way a first lady should. A tight dress to show off my breasts. My husband had paid for them. I was his eye-candy, and I enjoyed all the perks of power.

I sighed. I was out in Hawaii, but for another one of those dumb environmental conferences. I had to pretend to care about that shit. It was all for politics. As long as so many people cared about it, my husband had to pretend. There was an election coming up.

I wanted another four years as the First Lady.

The press was already before the Bimbo Paradise Inn where it was being held. They were taking pictures. My husband put away his phone. Always twitting on Bluesky. He adjusted his blue tie—you would never catch him wearing red. He put on his fake smile, his hair slicked back.

A handsome man.

The car stopped and the Secret Service agents started moving. They opened the door. My husband stepped out then reached out to help me next. My breasts were jiggling in my dress. The female reporters and commentators hated me. They were all so jealous that I was hot.

They liked to call me a bimbo. An ex-model airhead. I did not care.

I just waved at the cameras and headed inside, hoping no one would notice my mousy daughter. We stepped into the hotel. A bevy of slutty maids with their tits out curtsied for my husband. He leered at them as a naked. They were gorgeous. I felt like I should be shocked by them, but it felt so right that they had their boobs out.

They were hot. Why not.

A nude Hawaiian man strode up, a big smile on his face. My eyes fell down his naked form to his…

Oh, my, he was hung and hard.

“Mr. President,” the man said. “Thank you for staying in my hotel. My bimbos are free to use, and…” He grinned, glancing at me. “I’ll be fucking your wife and daughter so hard.”

I blinked at that then my husband said, “Fine, fine.”

The man stepped up to me, taking my hand, “Madam First Lady, I am going to make you and your daughter squeal.”

My pussy soaked my panties as I moaned, “Yes!”

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