Cult of the Bimbo

By Lyka Bloom

Aubrey has a fantasy. While working her boring job and spending her nights alone, she dreams of being one of the women she sees on reality shows. Mindless, hot women with perfect bodies and one goal - to be hot and wanted. Some might call these women bimbos. Aubrey calls them perfection.

When she finds a resort advertising an island paradise that promises to make her the woman of her dreams, Aubrey is whisked away to a tropical paradise led by the enigmatic Sir Pendo. Soon, she and her new friend Taylor will find themselves changing. It's so nice not to think when your body is being transformed into a bimbo ideal.

Can either resist the lure of the Natural Order resort and its leader or will they be seduced into becoming another of the island's gorgeous inhabitants in service to the leader of the Cult of the Bimbo? Find out in this brand-new novella from Lyka Bloom!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Mar 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215231746

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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CULT OF THE BIMBO

by Lyka Bloom

CULT OF THE BIMBO

First Edition. March 1, 2023.

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She was alone in the club, anonymous in a crowd of men and women dancing to a driving beat. Her pink lips sipped from a martini glass while she sat at the bar, leaving behind a faint print. She watched the floor of the dance club while bodies moved together, jealous of the uninhibited touches shared between strangers and lovers alike. Smoke from the DJ's booth rolled off the stage and obscured the floor, covered by a mist spun into vortices by the movement of the dancers. Lights flashed in rhythm to the music, a pounding sound Aubrey felt in her chest and her pussy.

She was hungry tonight. Her body was electric, eager to be touched. She wore her tightest dress, beige satin that hugged her lithe body. She wore no underwear beneath. When she crossed her legs at the seat before the bar, anyone would be able to see her neatly trimmed snatch.

She'd been watching the man long before his eyes found her. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the silk shirt unbuttoned to display the scrub of hair on his chest. Even in the flashing lights, Aubrey could see the muscular thighs beneath his dark pants when he moved. Her eyes fixed on the bulge between his legs, too, and she wondered if the power his frame suggested would be evident when he fucked. When his hazel eyes locked on hers, Aubrey felt her stomach flutter with desire for this tall stranger. Now that he had fixed on her, he moved from the dance floor and to the bar. Her gaze followed him the whole way, admiring the confidence in his every motion.

He bent to her, and Aubrey smelled his sweat and a sweet cologne, an intoxicating mixture. His lips were close to her ear so that he could be heard above the music. His breath was warm on her neck.

I want you to come with me.

He rose and extended his hand. Aubrey took it. He pulled her from her seat and past the curve of the bar to a door marked PRIVATE. He was still staring at her, pushing the door open with a hand, never looking at where he was going. His eyes were on her, and the weight of that stare made Aubrey wet and wanting. Once the door closed behind them and the music was dulled, Aubrey realized they were in some kind of hallway leading to a series of rooms. With the door shut behind them, the man towering over her pressed her back against the closed door, bending to kiss her. He dwarfed her body. His hand was at the small of her back, pulling her close as his mouth descended on hers. That smell of sweat and cologne filled her nose and made her gasp, a sound cut off as his mouth pressed to hers. Her eyes closed. He was powerful, dominating her. The kiss had her dizzy with her lust for him.

He tugged her along, moving toward an open door set into the hall. A dim red light washed into the hallway from the room. She scurried behind on her heels, then felt herself spun by the arm into the room where she landed on the edge of a soft bed with a squeak. With a kick of his foot, the door to the hallway closed. The only features of the room were the red light emanating from a lamp on a table beside the bed, a mirror that ran the length of the wall opposite Aubrey, and the bed on which she sat. The man wore a filthy smile as he tugged his shirt free of the dark pants and unbuttoned it, exposing his chest and casting the shirt away.

Distantly, Aubrey still felt the pulse of the music, enough that it gave a rhythm to the blood rushing through her, and to the need that throbbed between her legs, in her lips, in her belly. He approached with a swagger, unbuckling the leather belt around his waist, and then stepped free of his pants altogether. He wore boxer briefs, and the swell of his erection was evident beneath.

You want this? he asked, cupping that swell.

Yes, she breathed. I want it.

That smile widened. Ask me for it.

May I have your cock? she managed. Please, she added.

Of course. I would never keep a cock from a slut like you.

She gasped again, shivering with her lust. The man reached into the waist of the briefs and removed his cock, tucking the briefs under his balls. His erect member wagged against his pelvis, aimed at her. She reached for it, fingers hesitant to touch it. She thought the feel of the thick rod in her hand might make her explode. She found his flesh hot under her hand. She leaned forward, sliding her pink lips over the bulbous end of his uncircumcised cock.

The man's fingers wove into her long hair. He held her by the back of the skull, guiding her mouth deeper down on his shaft until Aubrey gagged on the meat in her mouth. The tip tickled the back of her throat and her eyes rolled up. She felt debased and thrilled, the man ignoring the choking sounds she made while he pumped his cock into her mouth, using her hole as little more than a receptacle for his desires.

His pace quickened and Aubrey knew what was coming. She wanted to pull away from him, but his grip was too strong. And she offered no struggle. Only the prim and proper part of Aubrey wanted to pull free before he came. The deeper voice urged her to open wide and take it all, the way a slut would. The way a woman who would fuck a stranger in the back of this club would.

The cum was hot when it flooded her mouth. She gulped it down like manna of the gods, lapping at the cock that gave it to her, worshipping the flesh with her tongue and lips.

And then the alarm was going off.

Aubrey pried her eyes open to stare up at the white popcorn ceiling. She saw that a dusty cobweb fluttered in the corner of her bedroom. She closed her eyes once more savoring the desire that still warmed her after the intense dream.

She kicked her legs over the side of the bed and made her way into the adjoining bathroom. Her legs were getting stubbly, she noticed. They would need a good shave soon, but what would be the point? It wasn't as if men were exactly beating down her door. Not that she wasn't attractive. Even Aubrey could admit to herself that she was pretty. Maybe even beautiful. But beauty, as they say, is more than skin deep, and Aubrey lacked that piece of true beauty that made it desirable.

The mirror reflected the straight chestnut hair, tangled by sleep but lovely. Her body was slim, if pale, and peppered with soft brown beauty marks. Her breasts were pert and caramel-tipped, modest B-cups that looked perfectly fine against her lean frame. The image of her more ideal form sucking dick in an anonymous back room made her nipples harden and she felt a dance of pleasure travel up her spine. It was a lovely idea, if