Feminist Turned into Bimbo Cum Slut

She slams a thick stack of papers down on the kitchen island, the white tile echoing the fury in her eyes. “Today I fucking knew I’d hire,” she growls, scrawling in sharpie on the glossy white backsplash. She’s a powerhouse, a fucking feminist icon, until she flips open the red folder and her world tilts. Nude photos, slick and shiny, spill out, her mouth falling open as she stares at her own face, transformed into a bimbo slut, lips puffed and gleaming, eyes vacant and hungry. She can’t look away, fingers tracing the glossy images, her breath hitching as she spreads her legs slightly, rubbing her clit through her tight pants. She’s never been this wet, this needy, her pussy throbbing as she imagines her mouth wrapped around a thick cock, choking on it, tears streaming down her face while she gags on every inch.

Her hands shake as she pulls out her phone, dialing the number scrawled on the back of the last photo. “I want it,” she whispers, her voice raspy with lust. “I want to be your bimbo cum slut.” She listens, her eyes fluttering closed as she hears the deep voice on the other end, instructing her to strip, to touch herself, to fuck her pussy with her fingers while she waits. She obeys, her body betraying her, arching and bucking as she plunges three fingers deep inside her soaked cunt, moaning and panting as she fucks herself hard, imagining the stranger’s cock replacing her fingers, pounding her into oblivion. She comes with a cry, her body convulsing, but it’s not enough, it will never be enough until she’s filled with cock, until she’s nothing but a cum-drenched, slutty bimbo, existing only for pleasure.