Turning Homely Brainy Prudes into Bimbo Barbi Doll Sluts - Sex Stories

Turning Homely Brainy Prudes into Bimbo Barbi Doll Sluts

... sexual pleasures. She was totally driven by her overwhelming sexual desire and need for fulfillment. I brought my mouth to hers. Her lips opened and my tongue penetrated, seeking, probing. We finally fell onto the bed where I pressed her down, my hands now massaging her breasts, my body parting her legs. She pulled me to her. My cock felt like it was being sucked into her pussy. It was so tight, so good. Her need was desperate as though her existence depended on reaching orgasm. Her legs wrapped around me, her long nails dug into me, her hot breath steamed into my ears with her moans. I pounded her with hard strokes of my engorged cock as I thrust and thrust and thrust into her center. I felt like I was completely filling the expression "fucking her brains out," as Edith seemed animal-like in her lust, completely absent of rational,cognitive functioning, possessed by pure impulse. She came with wild abandon, her moans turning into screams of pleasure. We fell deeply asleep tangled in each others' arms and legs. When I woke up morning sunlight was streaming in the window, and I looked at Edith in amazement. She was barely recognizable as the math tutor who had tried to tutor me the night before. I was looking at someone who could easily have qualified for a Playboy centerfold shoot. Big breasts, gorgeous face, sleek, perfectly toned abs, a bald, sexy pussy, and long, spectacular legs. I wasn't as dramatically physically or mentally transformed as Edith, but I also felt ...

... changed. I felt both more muscular and more energized, definitely with a stronger libido than a day ago, and a clarity of mind that told me I had had a significant bump in my IQ. I also felt a desire to control Edith, to make her do my bidding that was not my normal, respectful, even shy approach toward women. As I gazed at her, I started getting aroused again. I began stroking her hair, then tracing my fingers along her beautiful sleeping face, and before long I was again feeling her engorged breasts. She began moaning, and before long her eyes fluttered open. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life," I said. "I... I... I don't know who I am anymore." The words coming out of my mouth felt like they originated from somewhere that did not come from within me, but they were my words: "It's not who you are, Edith. It's what you are. You are a bimbo slut. You are my bimbo slut." She looked up at me with her cow-like blue eyes. "Yes, that's what I am. I'm a bimbo slut." "You're not any bimbo slut. You're my bimbo slut." "Yes, I'm your bimbo slut," she said hypnotically. "Your beautiful body is for my pleasure." I ran my hands over her body. "Yes, my beautiful body is for your pleasure." She ran her hands over her own body, discovering for the first time in her life the sensual pleasure in her body's beauty. "You will want to give me pleasure any way you can." "Yes, I want to give you pleasure any way I can." "Your warm, wet mouth is for my pleasure." I kissed her deeply. I ...