The Wizard Ch. 01

"Hold your nose."

I did. "Dis feels silly," I said, my voice coming out all funny.

"Bite your elbow."

After almost two minutes, I began to lose faith in my ability to do this. "I'b drying, Dustid, bud I can'd reach id!"

For his part, he was just laughing and laughing. At me? Maybe. I guess it was pretty funny. "OK, OK, you can stop. I just wanted to see if you'd do it."

I wrinkled my nose as I let go of it, then glared at my stupid elbow for not getting in my mouth. "So, um, did I do good? I tried real hard."

He smiled at me and patted my head. Like I was a dog or something. He was so funny. "You did."

"So... can I still be your girlfriend?"

"You earned an audition, at least."

"An... audition? What's that mean?"

"It means, get on your knees and show me you can be a good girlfriend."

I squealed happily. This was all I had wanted for, like... all morning? It felt like longer.

I got down on my knees just like he said – only then he said having me blowing him on the bathroom floor was a little weird, so he walked down to his bedroom. I followed after him as quick as I could without getting off my knees.

(Maybe it would've been OK to stand up? But he didn't say, and the last thing I wanted to do was be a bad bimbo and start trying to think for myself.)

Dustin let me get his pants off – and oh boy, he was already hard for some reason! Maybe my slut body was good for something after all. Wow, my mouth was suddenly really drooly, too. Like it knew it was going to need to be good and wet for Dustin.

I think my pussy knew the same thing, because I was practically dribbling and he hadn't even offered to shove it in me yet. Just my mouth.

Oh yeah – I'm s'posed to be sucking him off.

So I did! I'd only done this a couple times for him before. Which was really dumb of me – if I'd been a better cock-sucker he might not have had to turn me into a bimbo. But then, I'd agreed to embrace bimbohood, so maybe it was good I'd been such a bitch before. It had given him a reason to turn me into this fantasy slut.

Sucking cock was actually super fun! I wonder why I never liked this before, I asked myself as I put my tongue to work. It was weird – so many things were suddenly so hard, like counting by 5's or standing up for myself. But sucking a man's dick? It was like my mouth knew exactly what to do all the sudden. My tongue, my lips, my hands, my eyes... they were all in perfect sync. I'd somehow been rewired to be an expert blowjobber.

(Is that a word? It should be. It's an awesome one.)

So maybe being a bimbo had some benefits. This was actually really fun – like all my paranoia at suddenly being useless and dumb were melting away in realization that I was still an expert at some things! Dustin sure seemed to think so, from the way he was moaning, the way his cock was twitching in my mouth.

Oh! That meant he was about to cum!

Since when did that thought make me so thirsty? But my amazing boyfriend's needs came first. I mean, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I was just some lazybones who got him off with a five-minute blowjob? It wasn't fair if it went too fast just 'cause I was all hotty-slutty now. I owed it to him to make this last for at least an hour.

It was harder to make myself pull back that it oughta be, but I did, his cock slipping out from between my lips with a loud wet pop. I needed to give him a sec to calm down so I could keep blowing him, so I stroke oh-so-gently as I smiled up at him.

"You must've bimboed me up real good," I said softly, "because I can't wait to suck this thing all day every day."

Oops. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

Dustin's first blast got me right in the eye. I squeaked in surprise, but my hand still somehow knew it needed to go from stroking to pumping. More jets followed, spurting into my open mouth and then, in case he wanted to, on my titties. I couldn't help but giggle – I was still wearing the pearl necklace from last night, only now I was wearing two of them!

The first time I ever gave a boy a handjob in high school, he'd jizzed on my sweater and I'd broken up with him on the spot. That was the last time a boy had gotten his stuff on me. All the sudden though, wouldn't you know it? I actually thought it was kinda fun. I mean, what better way to be a good girlfriend than to proudly wear my man's spunk?

My brain was halfway through a fantasy of him inviting some friends over to show off his jizz-coated big-titted girlfriend when I realized one of my hands had found its way to my pussy and I was lying there on the floor, jilling myself to a rocking orgasm at the thought of being Dustin's trophy bimbo.

And wouldn't you know it? My perfect loving boyfriend sweetly stood back and waited for me to finish. God I just love him! Like, I know that maybe that's only because he used more magic to make me love him, but what did a dumbo like me know about magic? I just know how I felt.

I also felt kinda sticky.

Anyway, once I recovered, I hopped back up to my feet, Dustin still leering at my naked body in what I hoped was delight. "Want me to make you some breakfast?"

"Uh... sure, Jes. Just please don't burn down the apartment."

I giggled. Then realized that he might have a point – I wasn't exactly the sharpest crayon in the box. I actually pleasantly surprised myself with how safe I was in the kitchen though – three times trying to make him toast before I realized I hadn't plugged in the toaster! No fire hazard there.

"Cereal it is."

But Dustin was OK with that. In fact, while he ate I decided to do something about the big ol' pig sty in here and got to work tidying up. He was still naked, and I noticed after a while that he was good and hard again.

I wonder if that's because he really likes my cooking, or if he just likes seeing his naked stupid big-boobed girlfriend crawling around on her hands and knees rubbing her clitty out of how happy she is taking care of him. I hoped it was the second one, because I didn't think I was gonna be much of a cook any more.

I was in the midst of picking up some junk off the floor, bending at the waist with my ass facing him (I can still be a lady, after all), that he started fucking me. I didn't even hear him coming up behind me – just one second I was grabbing a discarded sock, and the next I was grabbing my ankles while his cock pounded in and out of me like... like a...

Hmm. What pounds really hard. Dustin?

Yeah, he pounded in and out of me like a Dustin.

Honestly, and maybe this is gonna make me sound kinda whorish, but like, nothing in my whole life had never ever felt this good. My whole pussy now was one big pleasure factory, just churning out moans and squeals and tiny little orgasms every few seconds.

Weirdly, my mind flashed back to the last time we'd had sex, about three weeks ago. The old me had decided to reward him for buying her seats center court. (I/she didn't really like basketball, but we were sitting right there with some celebrities and I'd been sure to wind up on TV.) Afterwards, we'd gone back to his apartment and I'd told him he could have sex with me, if he wanted.

It seemed so strange, in hindsight. Me giving Dustin permission to fuck. I remembered making him put on a condom, being annoyed at thinking that'd make it take longer, and then just lying there and forcing a smile that I was pretty sure he knew was forced.

The old me was such a fucking bitch.

How much sex had she cheated me out of? How many blowjobs? How many of these endless amazing orgasms? If the old me had been cleaning her boyfriend's apartment and found out that turned him on, she'd have yelled at him for... for... Well now I couldn't even figure out why that would upset her, but I just knew it would. That fucking frigid cunt, cheating me out of years and years of pleasure!

"Fuck that bitch!"

I hadn't actually meant to say it out loud, but my bimbo mouth apparently shared my bimbo body's tendency to just do without thinking.

Just as I began to worry I might've put Dustin off his appetite... his hands clamped down on my hips and I swear, it's like he grew two sizes bigger right there in my cunt.

Oh geez. Oh WOW oh fuck oh geez oh shit oh FUCK FUCK FUCK ME FUCKING FUUUUUCK!

I realized somewhere in the middle of my delight that I was babbling out loud – and then I realized that Dustin was fucking loving it. Now this, this was a pounding. I had to make him keep going. He liked it when I got vocal? I'd never shut up with his cock inside me again. As frazzled as my nerve centers were by the spikes of pure bliss radiating out of my pussy, I still didn't have too much trouble coming up with stuff to say.

"Fuck me, Dustin! Oh FUCK yes, stuff your little bimbo's cunt full of your big dick!"

"Oh god, I'm basically just your fucking plaything, baby – so play with me, play with your slut's big tits and her sopping wet cunt..."

"Thank you, Dustin, thank you for fucking your bitch, thank you for sticking your perfect cock into your little slut, thank you for drilling your little bimbo fuck toy!"

(He said something, then, "yeah, that third person is good" but like... it was just him and me here – so, who was the third person?)

Either way, he didn't quiz me over it, thank goodness. He just fucked me senseless, flooded my soft wet slut cunt with his cum, patted me on the ass and told me to get back to work while he took a nap.

"OK," I said. "But... does this mean I'm your girlfriend again?"

He smiled. "Sure, Jes. You can be my girlfriend."

I had an orgasm then and there that, I shit you not, brought me to my knees. Dustin just rolled his eyes at how silly his little bimboslut girlfriend could be and laid down on the couch.

It was kind of crazy to think that this man – this amazing, sweet, perfect, loving man – had almost slipped through my fingers last night. Fingers that, now, were busy at my drippy little snatch, keeping myself wet and ready in case he wanted to fuck me again when he woke up. (OK, OK, so I know my pussy would've flooded in an instant if he even hinted he wanted to fuck me. Still, I could have my fun.)

I heard a buzzing somewhere, and after giggling at myself for hoping it was a vibrator, I saw it was my phone. It took me a minute to figure out how to make it work (duh, you gotta hit the button), and I saw it was a text from my mom.

It took me a little bit to read the whole thing (it was, like, three whole sentences – my mom will go on forever), but I ignored the big words and got the gist of it. She wanted to know how our anniversary went.

With a spirit of dedication, I set out to reply. It was hard, because I didn't wanna leave out any details because my mom and I are really close. Plus it was kinda embarrassing not to be able to use your boyfriend's name because you didn't know how to spell it any more.

omg mom u have no idea. it was soooOOOOOOOOOO good. he gav me these umazing earings and i like just fell N luv with him all over again. staid the nite!

I didn't wanna tell my mom everything – I mean, she'd totally be embarrassed that her daughter was an airhead fuck toy now – but I figured that covered the basics.

She replied right away. That's great honey. P.S. I think someone might've messed with your autocorrect or something lol

I smiled. She was right; I was the luckiest girl in the world. My boyfriend loved me enough to autocorrect me.