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I can only imagine how the scene must of appeared to Derek that day my Bambi Reality came crashing in. I had no time to put my Bimbo photos away before he could see them. He came up behind me so quietly that he could see them before I could register that they needed to be put away. So there I was, hunched in a corner after running out of class in the middle of lecture, with tears streaming down my face but also drool pouring down my neck. I can remember now that I was drooling quite badly and it was dripping down my chin and onto my shirt, neck and chest. My top jeans button was also undone as I had been moments away from reaching into my panties to relieve the pressure that the pictures had unleashed within my Bimbo Pussy.
My laptop had a huge screen (I have bad eyes) and the photo I happened to be sharing was one of my lewdest. My heavily made up Bimbo Face was sweating and leaking and my tits and pussy were exposed and raw from excessive use. I had an expression in my eyes that showed I was needing cock. Looking at the photo reminded me of how much I needed cock and that was why I was ready to stroke my pussy lips and fill my holes when Derek came upon me. If the photo made Bambi feel like that, well, I guess I should have realized it would make Derek feel like that too.
I didn’t know Derek too well but I had introduced him to my best friend Sarah two years earlier. He was never my type and I was never his but we got along well enough for Sarah’s sake. I was so jealous of the relationship they had as they seemed so in love. Derek was a doting boyfriend and would bring Sarah flowers, take her out for nice dinners and vacations – just basically do all the sweet things that no Man had ever done for me. As far as I knew he was extremely faithful as Sarah was pretty conservative and they both had plans to start a family together. So, when he took in the sight of me, a heaving desperate cock-starved Bimbo, and turned around and started to walk away… well, for a moment I really believed he was doing just that, walking away.
Of course, no Man with a hard cock can resist a good Bimbo Slave like me. No Man who has cum to give will turn away from a Happy Willing Bimbo Doll like Bambi. Derek turned around, walked to the door, shut it and locked it. He closed the blinds in the window and when he turned back around to face me, he had a large throbbing cock pulsing in his hand which he stroked at a slow but forceful pace while looking at me with a knowing smile. “I didn’t know you were such an eager slut, Mary. Why don’t you open up for me now, I think I have something here that you’d like to taste.”
Even though I was Bambi in this moment, for a flash I felt like Mary and I was horrified to see my friend Sarah’s fiance holding his cock out for me to cradle and swallow. Reality was really starting to come apart for me now and I wanted to protest. I wanted to tell Derek to stop so things could go back to the way things were, the way things were supposed to be; back to when this wasn’t real. Inside I was screaming, I wanted to get up and run away, but my vagina, my pussy, my stupid silly Bimbo slut pussy was still streaming with cum and kept me frozen in place. I tried to say Sarah’s name. I tried. I tried to stop the programming harder than I had ever tried before. I was Mary, not Bambi. Just Good Girl Mary. Bambi Mary. Mary the Bimbo Bambi Fuck Slave. Oh my God, I need to be A Bimbo Fuck Slave For Life, don’t I?
Lol, yeah. Here’s a tip for you. Try not to stop your Bimbo Programming. It’s pointless and a waste of time no matter when you try to stop. But especially, try not to stop your Bimbo Programming when you already have a nice hard cock wrapped around your lips and sucked down into your throat. That’s right, I thought I was resisting but his dick was already in my mouth! Before I could even realize it, my drooling desperate Bimbo tongue had eased his dick closer down into the back of my throat. He had already begun rhythmically rocking his shaft deeper into my mouth and past my larynx, rubbing his head against my inner flesh as a load of cum exploded out and down into my empty tummy.
Just the taste of his sticky dripping cock as it slipped further down into my throat, just the taste alone made this Bimbo heave from being so filled up and contented. I might have had a second, if even that long, of wanting to stop for Sarah, but the reality is it seemed all too natural to be gagging and choking on Derek’s cock. His hands firmly gripping the back of my head as I swallowed every inch of him. My Bimbo mouth salivating over the taste. I couldn’t think about Sarah any more. Sarah who had been Mary’s lifelong friend. Sarah the girl I first met at 3 years old in daycare. In this moment, all that mattered to me, all that I cared about, was being a Good Girl Bimbo Doll and swallowing Sarah’s fiance’s cum. My tummy needed so much cum. It still does.
I realized that day that Derek didn’t belong to Sarah any more. Every Man belongs to Bambi. Every Man wants to give up what he has to let Bambi warm and firm up his cock. Men are meant to feed Bambis and Bambis are meant to be fed by Men. Speaking of which, I’m getting hungry now, would you have anything to give me?
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