Managing the Horny Bimbos
Eric Murphy
I needed 13 Bimbo Crystals right now. I didn't have the money for them. Whatever money both Barbie was making street-walking and Mrs. Juarez was making right now as she serviced two boys through the gloryholes in the stall wouldn't show up for me for hours.
When they had completed their "mission," I would collect their reward.
My screen flashed with the warning:
JEALOUS HUSBAND APPROACHING!
Coach Juarez approached. He must have heard something about his wife in here. Most of the boys using her had followed her from her classroom so they knew who was in there. They were talking about it so much as they waited their turns to go in. How could I get the money to bury the Crystals I needed for the Cuckolding Perk? My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think. I needed to figure this out right now.
Fuck.
"How did he get her to do this?" I heard a guy asking.
My eyes widened.
I ripped up my boxers and jeans. I fumbled to zip up as I threw open the stall door and came face to face with all the guys. They stared at me, some in recognition, some in confusion. I gripped my app. I needed... how many. It was so hard to think.
"Who wants their own bimbo like her?" I asked them. "I made her do it, and the first five of you guys to say yes, we'll get the referral link!"
The guys all started shouted. I copied the link and put in the first number. I would get 3 Bimbo Crystals per referral. I knew this wasn't going to stay private forever. It was one reason I had to shift Mrs. Juarez away from the school and into more profitable places.
I sent out the first link. The second link. "Install them right now!" I cried. "Because those links expire very quick."
"Right!" the first guy said.
Then I was sending it to the third guy who I heard another number from, the fourth. Then the fifth. My stomach churned as I switched back to the app. Other guys were shouting at me. Begging for it. I just cared about the red warning flashing on my screen and the fact I had only 7 Bimbo Crystals.
My Crystals shot up to 10. A huge wave of relief washed through me. They were installing them. They guy who had darted out of the bathroom right away. My heart pounded as my count went to 13. Another guy chortled and fled from the room. 16 Crystals.
"Come on," I muttered.
The door to the bathroom burst open. Coach Juarez stood the way. He looked pissed. "What are all you little shits doing in here! Where's my wife!"
19 Crystals.
Everyone went quiet and stared down at their feet. The sounds of the boys groaning in the stalls and the wet suckles of his wife were so loud in the sudden silence that had descended on the boy's bathroom. Coach Juarez saw me.
"Shit," I muttered and back into the stall. I was one short. That last idiot had to install right now. My heart pounded in my chest.
"YOU!" the coach roared. He was a short but compact Latin man. He had a thick mustache and looked like he could bench press anyone of us. "Out of the way!"
I backed up more into the stall and bumped into Tina. My bimbo-girlfriend squealed and hugged me from behind. Behind her, Mrs. Juarez serviced two boys, happily sucking away at them. The coach stalked at me as the students melted out of his way.
He reached the entrance to the stall, his face a mask of rage. He grabbed the front of my shirt as he peered past me to see his wife on her hands and knees, naked and moaning. The stall divider to the left rattled as one student fucked her cunt. She nursed on another cock that was clearly in view thrust the hole.
"Esmeralda!" he growled. "What did you little shits do to my wife? Huh? I know you, Eric! You're the little creep that's always staring at her tits! I know about it! She's--"
My phone vibrated in my hand.
"--told me all about you. Thought you were harmless, but you're not, are you, little shit."
I glanced down at my phone. I had 22 Crystals. I tapped the flashing warming. I saw the bright
YES
and I hit it without thought, my heart racing. I stared into Coach Juarez's eyes, seeing the murder in them...
Calmness.
"There's my wife," he said, letting me go. "Yeah, I gotta watch her work." To my shock and horror, he pushed into the stall, shoving me and Tina against the wall, and shoved down his shorts. He grabbed his hardening cock. "I love to watch her work. Mmm, suck that cock, baby!"
He moaned as his wife kept sucking on the dick. She nursed on that student's cock in her mouth while the stall wall kept shuddering from the other student fucking her. Coach Juarez polished his pole, just so eager to witness his wife cuckolding him now.
I sighed in relief as my bimbo-girlfriend quivered behind me. She held me tight, clearly excited by this whole mess. She squirmed against me. It was a delicious moment to feel her squirming against me. I could think. Guys were laughing at the coach.
"You're getting off on your wife servicing us off at the gloryhole!" one student shouted. "Coach Juarez! You're such a cuck!"
"I am," the coach moaned, pumping away at his cock. "Yes, yes, look at how beautiful my Esmerelda is!"
"She's my Esmerelda now," I said to the guy jerking off. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable at how close I was to the man spanking his monkey. "Don't cum on her. And if you want to enjoy her, you'll have to pay her..." What had I said for Mr. Waters. Oh, right. "a hundred to get a blowjob, five hundred to fuck her pussy, and a thousand for anal."
"That sounds so fair," groaned the husband as he stroked his dick. "Shit, shit, shit, I'll pay. Payday's Friday."