Bimbos Giving Out Naughty Tricks
Harry Nelson
I had to make $43,915 by morning to keep my bimbos. Otherwise, they would go back to normal. They would take off their costumes and return to their boring lives. To their boyfriends and husbands. I might get to enjoy them next year, but...
I wanted them all year long.
I needed 997 Bimbo Candies to reach a 1000 to unlock the perk of keeping them. The five I had claimed over the course of the night each had to make me $10,000. I didn't know it was possible. I had spent some of my precious Candies on a special perk for each of them.
The
Turn Trick Perk
allowed them to turn tricks instead of just getting treats. To be prostitutes.
The party at my house was over. I had to get them going. "My bimbo-cuties, gather up! We're going to Trick or Treating. You five are going to turn some naughty tricks!"
"YAY!"
The five of them darted to me.
Mrs. Martin, my bimbo-catgirl, wore her unzipped bodysuit, her big tits heaving. She had her tail on the back, her cat ears peeking out of her black hair. She even had green eyes, almost feline. She quivered before me.
Alanna the bimbo-genie wore nothing but a pink gemstone in her bellybutton. She had lost the rest of her costume. Her red hair fluttered around her shoulders. She clapped her hands together and wiggled her nose at me.
My sexy bimbo-nurse skipped up. Veronica wore a cap on her blonde hair with a red cross and white thigh-high stockings. She had lost the rest of her outfit, too. She looked ready to nurse, her boobs jiggling with her excitement.
Lupita the bimbo-witch had her witch cap on and a black, wispy dress that barely covered her rump. The front was unzipped to show off her golden-brown tits. The Latina slut wore an empty-headed smile.
Last was Monique the bimbo-cop. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, her mocha-brown boobs jiggling. She had unzipped her light-blue blouse to reveal them. Her cop's badge was drawn on her left tit. She had on thigh-high boots and her mirrored sunglasses.
I had to take them to a neighborhood where they could make the money I needed fast. I knew just the place. I hoped into my old VW van. The ladies piled into the back, all eager to make me money. They were just such good bimbos.
I wanted to keep them.
I would keep them.
"Let's go turn some tricks!" I said and hit the gas. As I drove, I programmed in the app. I hoped people would be willing to pay this much for them.
* * *
Jeremy Rutherford.
DING-DONG!
I blinked at the sound of my doorbell ringing. The party was over. My guests had gone home or crashed in my spare bedrooms. I had been dozing on the front. I hadn't gotten any tail. I should have. I was the host, but I spent so much time making sure everyone else was having a good time, I missed out on some fun of my own.
Halloween was the best night for it. Women just dressed like sluts, and here I was such an idiot that I think about getting any action myself. There were some fine-ass whores tonight. Good girls that were showing off skin.
DING-DONG!
"Fuck, fuck, I'm coming," I groaned, my head throbbing. I should have had some grade-A ass today. I was loaded.
I opened the door and...
A sexy MILF in a catgirl suit that was unzipped so much, her tits were about to fall out, stood next to a sexy, Black cop in a low-cut blouse with her badge drawn on her tit. I blinked in surprise at them both. They looked like my type of girl.
Halloween sluts.
"Trick or Treat!" they both squealed together, something empty-headed about their tone. Like they were complete airheads.
I don't know why, but I felt I could enjoy all their treats for $10,000 a piece. It just floated in the back of my mind. My cock throbbed at the sight of them. I grinned from ear to ear and stared at them quivering there, their tits about to pop out.
They were both so fucking gorgeous.
"Trick," I said, even though I wanted to enjoy their treats.
They both giggled and turned, kissing each other. I groaned at the sight of them making out. Their lips melted together as they kissed. I breathed in deeply. This was the sort of sight I wanted to see on Halloween.
Oh, yes, this was just perfect.
I nodded at the sight of them kissing. Their tongues danced as they pressed their bodies together. They rubbed their tits together before they turned back to me, breaking the kiss. A line of saliva connected their plump lips.
"What naughty wotty tricky trick do you want us to do?" cooed the catgirl. She was a black-haired beauty with green eyes that smoldered.
"Yesy yes," the cop cooed. She pulled off her toy handcuffs from her hip and twirled them. "Has someone been baddie?"
They talked like complete bimbos. I loved it. I tugged down the zipper on the catgirl's bodysuit. I drew it down until her big tits spilled out, her nipples pink and hard. They were a pair of MILF's tits. She had a wedding ring on her finger. A married slut wanting to get wild on Halloween.
I drew the zipper down her belly to her crotch. It went lower, allowing her shaved cunt to be seen. She grinned from ear to ear and tried to purr like a cat. The tangy aroma of her hot pussy filled my nose. I breathed it in.
"She's been a bad kitty," I said. "Showing off her tits like that."
"Yesy she has," cooed the cop. "Let's go, you naughty wotty kitty-catty slut!"
The bimbo-cop grabbed the catgirl's wrist, the contrast of mocha and vanilla skin was quite fetching. The cop dragged her prisoner into my house and to my couch. I watched them, loving the way the cop's leather miniskirt hugged her rump. I glimpsed a van parked on the street.
I closed the door, not caring.
"On the floor, you naughty kitty-catty slut!" cooed the Black bimbo-cop.
"Yesy yes," cooed the catgirl. "Purr, purr!"
It was adorable how she said, "Purr." She sank to the floor, her exposed tits jiggling. She thrust her hands out over her head, her wrists by the leg of my couch. The cop deftly cuffed her so she was stuck in place, using the leg to keep her in place.
