Bimbo and the Ring of Invisibility.
Aimee "Bimbo" Baggins wasn't very tall. Barely topping five feet in height, her slender body was beautifully proportioned, but hardly imposing. Her breasts, too small to be considered perky, sported large, pierced nipples which were permenantly at least semi erect. The unusually large nipples seemed even longer atop her tiny little tits.
Fair to say that Bimbo's lack of physical stature was only a pale reflection of her mental shortcomings. Her personality was bubbly, friendly, cheery and pleasing but her intellect was more notable for its absence than its presence. Lacking in height, but not in looks. Lacking in brainpower but making up for it in sex drive. Bimbo was a slut. There was no escaping it, she was sex-crazed. Not a day went by but her fingers were down her panties - assuming she wore any. If not her fingers, her favourite toys. If not her toys, well she had no shortage of admirers to lend a hand, or other body parts, if she felt the need. and she felt the need a lot. Our story begins one fine Saturday morning when Bimbo opened her mail one morning. Opening a large envelope, a shabby old golden ring fell from the packet to lay on the bed between her ever spread thighs. Along with the ring came a small square of parchment, yellowed with age. "This paper is, like, skanky," thought Bimbo, her lips moving as the thought. "The ring looks nice though, its maybe like, um, vintage." Quote:
Being the weekend, she didn't even have to wait. In such a hurry it only took her a half hour to rush her make up, so eager to get out that she dressed in under 20 minutes, she sped out the door and made her way to her local gym. It took her much less time to undress though. Stripping to her skin in the changing rooms, she slipped the beat up old ring over her finger and crept quietly from the female to the male locker rooms. Her bare feet pattered on the tiled floor, the door creaked on its hinges, every little noise making poor Bimbo nervous. As she made her way into the communal showers, her heart leapt. Six guys were soaping up, talking about sports, dripping wet in the steam. Bimbo sat herself opposite the shower, spreading her legs wide as her naked ass slipped a little on the slatted wooden bench. Her eyes drifting from one naked body to the next. The half wall partitions seperated the guys from each others gazes, but hid nothing from Bimbo. The golden ring on her finger glinted dully as she started to massage her breast with one hand. Fingers tweaking and twisting, pulling on one of her achingly hard nipples. Her free hand ghosted swiftly down between her spread legs, parting her outer lips, working on her clit as her slut self drank in the sight of so much naked man flesh. She hardly dared to breathe, terrified she might gasp or moan, but the pounding water must have masked what little noise she did make. One by one the guys finished and left. as the last made his way to the lockers to dry and dress, Bimbo reached her climax, took a moment to recover, and crept away, feeling so hot, so happy. Oh, what fun she would have with her new ring. Her mind racing with possibilities as the locker room door closed behind her. "What a show," said a deep, laughing voice behind her, though poor Bimbo was already too far away to hear. "Told you the little slut would believe me." |
Fun story. I had a feeling the ring had no power at all :D
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Lol, hope there is more
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Awesome story, and great twist at the end. Looking forward to the next instalment.
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Well Bimbo Baggins is the very close friend of Dildo Slaggins. (see song here: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?b=78268)
I was considering bringing both hobbits together for another installment. |
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