Bimbofying the Wife and the Sister
Keone "Ken" Kekoa - Owner of Bimbo Paradise Inn
The interviews were going by fast now.
In addition to Alexandra Serrano-Martinez, I had hired another pair of bimbo-MCs to work in the ballroom. Katie Brennan was a busty blonde who was eager to serve while Mrs. Ikekika Malie had no idea what she was getting into.
But I bimbofied her, made her husband Akamu into a cuckold, and fucked her hard before him. The Hawaiian beauty had cum so hard on my cock while squealing out in delight. It was just a wonderful rush.
For bimbo-maids, I hired the sexy Haukea Kiana, the naughty Emerelda Cortez, the delicious Mrs. Mary Kimmel (and made her husband Bill into another cuckold) and the scrumptious Stephanie Cartwright, a redhead with such a sweet pussy. Amy Lightfoot, Velma Goldberg, Rie Takahashi, and Mrs. Danny Smythe (and her cuckold Peter) also joined the staff.
It was a string of maids that were all fucked once and sent off.
So many to hire, but my inn was Level 6. I could not upgrade it any further. So I was having fun with the highers.
I got a wonderful titty fuck from Renee Thompson, a busty MILF divorcee I hired as a bimbo-cook.
I fucked Mrs. Geraldine Cooper up the ass while her husband Kyle watched. She squealed like a whore before I bimbofied her and added her to the staff. Mrs. Patience Rookwood, married to a guy named Steven, sucked my cock clean after that. I made her into a bimbo-sunbather. Her husband would work out on the beach, watching her getting double or triple-stuffed by the guests.
Fawn Carstin became my newest bimbo-waitress. She had freckles on her face, her tits, and even her ass. I left a load of cum on her butt-cheeks after fucking her cunt hard. It just felt so right to do that. She was more than happy to head off to work like that.
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 took a moment to drink some water. It was nearly four. I had been fucking new bimbos all day. I was still going, though. This insane app just gave me stamina. It was crazy, but I wasn't complaining. It was the best work there was.
Ready, I hit the
INTERVIEW CANDIDATE
button.
The door opened and a Black woman entered. She looked nervous. She was wearing scrubs like a nurse. Maybe she was a nurse. A wedding ring gleamed on her hand. She swallowed as she sat on the chair.
"I'm not sure why I'm here," she said. "I was on my way to the hospital when I just felt I had to apply here."
"Of course," I said, taking the resume she thrust out at me, looking a tad confused. "Let's see... Haile White. You're married?"
"To Dante," she said. "He's a doctor."
"Good, good," I said. "It says you work in occupational therapy. So, you know how to give a massage."
"Yeah," she said.
"Mind giving me one," I said. "I've had a long day, and I am sore." I stood, completely naked. She didn't bat an eye at that. "If you do a good job, I'll make sure you're one of my bimbo-masseuses."
"Really?" she said. "I need this job. I mean... What does it pay?"
"Room, board, and not having to worry about money or bills or, frankly, anything for the rest of your life. You'll just be an airhead massaging my customers and being happy. You won't have any worries. Not a care in the world."
"Wow," she said, smiling. "You know, that does sound tempting. Okay, I'm in."
I motioned her to follow me into my bedroom. "We'll do it on my bed. I hope that's okay."
"Oh, sure," she said. "Do you have any oil?"
I frowned and glanced to the bathroom. There was bound to be baby oil in there. I checked it out and found out that there was. I grabbed it and tossed it to her. She caught it. She smiled and nodded to me as I headed for the bed.
"You do have to be naked," I said. "That's how my masseuses work."
"Naked?" she asked, blinking in surprise. "Uhh... I can't do that. I'm married."
"Then you'll have to go back to working at the hospital, being stressed about bills, inflation. Food's so expensive in Hawaii. And I bet there are college debts. Well, you won't ever have to worry about that."
She quivered there as I stretched out on my belly, resting my head on a pillow. I was so hard right now. I loved getting women who weren't yet bimbos to fuck me. They all just wanted to have a job that paid nothing so badly.
I loved how crazy it was.
She pulled off her scrub top. She had rich, ebony skin. A flat belly. Her breasts were round and held in a sports bra. She unlaced her scrub bottoms. They fell off her legs. They were long and gorgeous. She stepped out of them, breathing slowly.
I loved her resolve. She would massage me to get the job. She headed to the bed in her gray panties and sports bra. She opened the bottle when I frowned at her. She froze as she was about to pour out the baby oil.
"I said naked."
"Oh, sorry, Mister Ken," she said. I had not introduced myself, but people in my hotel often knew how to address me. Just part of the magic of the amazing app.
She pulled off her sports bra. She was maybe in her early thirties. No kids yet. Her ebony tits were firm and taut, her nipples hard. She pushed off her panties. She had a landing strip of black hair leading to her shaved pussy lips. Wonderful.
She knelt on the bed and poured the baby oil onto her hands. Then she went to work. She kneaded my shoulders. I groaned and closed my eyes. I was sore after a day spent in my office fucking bimbos. I let her oiled fingers work on my back.
It was just such a delight. A pure treat to enjoy. I groaned as she worked down my body. I was just so glad to have her doing that. It felt so good to have her digging into my muscles. I groaned, my cock aching as she went lower.
"Just like that," I groaned.
"I'm glad I'm pleasing you," she said.
"Yep," I said. "Mmm, Mrs. White, you are doing great."
"Oh, you can call me Haile, Mr. Ken," she said.
"I prefer to call my married employees missus," I said. "Work right there, Mrs. Right. Fuck, that's good."
She kneaded at the small of my back. My butt-cheeks clenched and relaxed. She truly was skilled at this. I enjoyed what she did to me. It was just glorious. I sighed in delight as she dug her fingers into me. It was just perfect to have her massaging me.
I could just float away with her doing that. It was just an incredible moment. I sucked in a deep breath, just in heaven right now. She was so good at it. Just a wonderful masseuse. Finally, she finished and pulled her hands away. She went to my thighs.
"My ass is sore, too," I said.
"Oh," she said and put her hands on my rump.
I groaned as she dug her fingers into my butt-cheeks. That felt so good. She kneaded them, relaxing my glutes. What magic she worked. She would definitely make a hot addition to my staff. I was so eager to bimbofy her, but... first I had to enjoy her.
I savored her fingers rubbing my butt-cheeks. She worked the tension out of them before moving down to my thighs. I enjoyed the feel of the Black woman rubbing her hands over my body. My app was amazing.
"Okay, time for the front," she said.
I rolled over and she gasped, looking up from my crotch. It was like only now that my naked, hard cock registered in her mind. I loved how she squirmed as my rod twitched. I wanted to just feel her massaging my dick.
"Let me get a towel," she said.
"You're a nurse," I said. "Surely, you've seen a cock before."
"They're not usually erect," she said, flicking her gaze down. Her tongue flicked over her lips.
