Training His Bimbo Bundle E-Book

Sharon Love

• Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Bimbos Trained Right By Determined Alpha Males!
This training bundle of short stories involve ALL the teases who need lessons and allow alpha men to teach them new skills in the Training His Bimbo Series. They offer limited backstory, so you can get to the good parts fast.

Long Title List:
Trained Bucking Cowgirl Bimbo
Training A Star Bimbo
Spanked and Trained Bimbo
Trailer Park Bimbo Training
Trained Bimbo Lap Dance
Stiff Training For Bimbo
Sneaky Training A Bimbo
Training A Tight Bimbo
Seduced And Trained Bimbo
Bimbo’s Heated Training
Trained In The Car Bimbo
Training For An Apology Bimbo

Experience multiple quick climaxes with this erotic taboo claiming short story bundle. Tap the buy button and possess twelve satisfying endings for yourself.

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Trained Bucking Cowgirl Bimbo

Training A Star Bimbo

Spanked And Trained Bimbo

Trailer Park Bimbo Training

Trained Bimbo Lap Dance

Stiff Training For Bimbo

Sneaky Training For A Bimbo

Training A Tight Bimbo

Seduced And Trained Bimbo

Bimbo’s Heated Training

Trained In The Car Bimbo

Training For An Apology Bimbo

Also by Sharon Love

About the Author

Guide

Contents

Training His Bimbo Series Bundle

12 Sexy Short Lessons Bundle

Training His Bimbo Series

By Sharon Love

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This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.

Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged

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Trained Bucking Cowgirl Bimbo

By Sharon Love

I ain’t saying I did every thing right in my life. I run the best firecracker cowgirl out of it. When my ex-wife left it sure was hard as balls. She was good to me up until the day she done run off with a rodeo clown and left me with a ranch to work on my own. I worked long hours and I needed help. I was no good at managing things indoors. I hired a college coed that was good at cleaning. I was sure glad I had Brandi to take care of the chores in the house.

Summer time was hot and lean. I worked the ranch and wherever I could to make ends meet. Brandi came over during the day and cleaned up my messes. We hardly ever saw each other. Just passing in the wind with notes on the fridge. Some of the notes were cute like the time she left me a fresh pair of boxer shorts. Said she got them at a rummage sale.

Kinda strange having a barely legal young lady buying my undies, but they had chili peppers on them and they were clean. I wore them, often and thought of the little cowgirl. She was thoughtful that way. Always given presents and hugs. I saw her in town once, helping old Chet across the street. She was hugging on him real tight. Yep, Brandi was one good girl.

Not often, but when I could I’d wander down to Gramps. I liked the crowd there. It was mostly a senior one that had claimed Gramps for their own. If you was lonely, horny, and over sixty, you’d find a good old time there. Sitting at the bar, I felt like a youngster.

I sat there drinking my beer, thinking about the good ole days. Sure wish my old lady hadn’t walked out on me. She was one hot momma. Had huge jugs, sexy as hell, and damn she liked to do the cowgirl hop. There was nothing better than having her bounce on my lap and feeling her pussy ride up and down on my cock. Still get a boner every time I think about fucking her.

Lonely erections after a good beer were all I was getting now a days. My woman was out hopping on some other cowboy’s wood. He sure was a lucky clown. He ain’t never wrote or nothing to thank me for sharing my wife with him. Dirty bastard!

The new little woman in my life, Brandi was a real sharp shooter. Guess her papa never had to worry too much about protecting her. She was tough as nails and mighty fine good looking too. Yep, darn tootin for sure she’d make a damn fine cowgirl for a young stud one day.

I know it’s taboo to talk about the young cowgirl in your life fucking, but since she was around and her momma and papa were awful busy, I had to have the talk with her. She was very curious about positions, oral sex, anal sex, and all kinds of freaky things. I assured her she wouldn’t have to get into bondage or rope tricks if she didn’t want to. Hell, I hoped the little philly didn’t become one of those girls. They scared off their good ole boys and then came riding back home. Couldn’t let her do that. She needed to be taught the right way to leave the house for good.

Brandi was good with ropes. She might be able to wrangle a man that she’d keep happy with her talents in the bedroom. Damn, there I go again, imagining my hired cowgirl roughing things up and screwing cow pokes. I’d better cut myself off.

“Barkeep! Total me up!” I paid my tab and ordered a water to sober up before I headed out to the truck. The back roads were too rocky to drink and drive. Almost ran myself off the road into a ditch the night my ex ran off. Straight as shit, I drove sober after that.

“Hey Shannon,” I nudged a vibrant octogenarian. She was wearing a pink cowboy hat and drinking a vodka cranberry. “Any new developments?” I asked, interrupting her sending a tweet out on her phone.

“Chet’s been dancing around a hot new floozie.” She showed me a photo of Chet with a young woman. The girl in the photo had her arms around his neck and he was smiling over her shoulder. His hands were tucked up in on her ass, which was hanging out of cut off denim shorts.

“You don’t say? She’s hot? Good for him.” Had to admit I was jealous of the old timer. How did a wrinkled up pecker like him get a young piece of ass and I couldn’t even get old Shannon to turn my direction?

“Says she rocks his world,” Shannon said, sipping on her red drink with her red stained lips.

“Lucky for Chet! I’ll pat him on the back next time I see him.” Sure was hopeful to see all those folks still fucking around at their age. I’d like to be getting a steady stream of ass when I retired.

Just as I was almost out the door I turned to see my cowgirl, Brandi pranced in the place. Who the hell do you think she was with? That old pecker, Chet. She was all over him too. Fuck! She’s the hot new young ass!

They sauntered in, all over each other. Looked to me like she was acting like one of those cougar gold diggers. Chet owned the local Cadillac dealership. A real big fellow with pocketfuls of cash. The only women that hung on his arm were searching for his wallet. What the hell is my Brandi doing with him?

I’m known for my temper. Mainly cause I dumped horse shit in the bed of the rodeo clown’s pickup truck the last time I saw it in town. I’d been working on that side of myself. Especially since Brandi’d been around.

It’s my duty to spy on her. I told myself. I kept my distance from the flirty couple, moved so a pole blocked my view a bit, but I was still able to keep a close watch on them.

Chet took her to sit in a secluded booth toward the back. He sat closer to Brandi than I wished he would have. His arm flung around her shoulder and had me all fired up. She wasn’t no better. She leaned in to the old fart harder than I thought she should’ve. It was horrible.

The whole thing stank of a closeness forming between the two of them. I could imagine it’d already formed and I was too late. The way she looked at him. Like he’d already looked at her.

Damn! I watched, balling up my fists as Chet slid his wrinkled knuckle down the front of her blouse. She giggled with glee. Then he had the nerve to run his wart ridden hand up her skirt. Hell fire! Not on my watch!

That was enough. It was time to break up the party. I was not going to sit by and watch my cowgirl get manhandled. I marched right up to their booth and knocked Chet’s hand off her. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to lay off my Brandi!”

“Mark! You’re embarrassing me.”

“No, Chet is.” I grabbed her wrist and jerked her up off the seat. Chet held his hands up, relinquishing control.

“I don’t tread on nobody’s property. She’s yours,” Chet said, wiping his palms together.

“I’m nobody’s property!” Brandi stomped her foot. “Don’t listen to him Chet! You know we’re good friends. I make you happy.”

“Not anymore!” I yelled at Brandi. “You’re climbing in the front seat of my truck and I’m taking you the hell home!”

“Mark!” She turned back and forth between me and Chet. When he didn’t move to stop me, she huffed. “See you tomorrow.” She blew him a kiss as I pulled her to the door of the bar.

“Trust me, she won’t be checking your pockets any more,” I reassured the old money bags so he could move on to the next gold digger.

“What kind of fucking slut move was that?” I asked, hopping in the cab of the truck and slamming the door.

“You can’t talk to me like that! You’re my boss, not my dad!” She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms.

“The hell I can’t!” I yanked on the gearshift and floored the gas pedal. “You work for me! In my house! My rules!” I couldn’t believe I was spewing that bullshit. I hated those kinds of answers.

A few miles of rocky roads calmed me down. “Listen Brandi, I’m not going to tell you not to have sex. If you want to screw around and get pregnant that’s your own damn business. I’ll help you raise the little bastard.”

“Excuse me? Why would you say that?” She squirmed in the front seat, looking out the side window, and avoiding my glance.

“Let me finish. I’m not going to let you throw away your youth by fucking old geezers. A young dick is not something to turn your nose up on. Trust me. Age changes a man’s performance.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Brandi faked gagging. “Stop talking about penis’s. It’s embarrassing.”

“Chet’s not that much older than me. If you’re willing to screw him—”

“Can we just not.” Brandi said, opening the passenger door. We’d arrived at the house and clearly she was ready to make an exit, far away from me and my old man dick talk.

“Brandi!” I yelled at her. She was head strong and was marching away from the house, fast. “Brandi!” I yelled again.

“What!” She snapped back.

“You forgot to close your door.” I pointed to the passenger door of the truck that was left wide open.

“Oh hell, can’t you do it?”

“What’s wrong with you?” I pushed the door with my palm and marched after her. “Why are you being such a bitch? I saved you.”

“From what? Exactly what did you save me from?” She confronted, storming into my house. “From blowing an old man’s cock? Giving him a ride of a lifetime? Making his year?”

“Slut!” I hauled off and slapped her with the back of my hand. She buckled from the force on her cheek and fell to the floor. I sort of thrilled me to see her crumple from my strike.

“You did this to yourself.” She’d been such a handful, strutting her half dressed body around the house and flirting with temptation. I’d been so horny lately and having her perky tits and plump ass in my face day in and day out was getting to my cock.

“I’ve had enough of your ass young lady,” I scolded.

“You mean sass?” She stumbled up, rubbing her cheek. Or are you really thinking of my ass, Mark?”

“Shit no. I said sass. Don’t give me your lip.” I jerked her by the wrist and pulled her to me. “I ain’t your papa, but I can still punish you with a spanking. Give me a reason.”

“Go ahead. See if I care.” She spat at me, dropping her purse and turning to offer her ass to me.

Fuck if she isn’t daring me to rough her up. Damn if my cock isn’t stiffening up to give the little cowgirl a good ass whipping.

“That’s enough!” I jerked her around and dropped down on the oversized leather sofa. “My ex-wife required ass whippings too you know.” I yanked her down on to my lap. Pinning her in place with one elbow in her lower back and ripped at the waistband of her shorts.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She wiggled, but couldn’t unlock herself from my strong grip on her. “Are you undressing me?”

“You deserve this. You asked for it.” I continued, tearing her shorts off her shapely legs.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, caressing her plump bare ass. She was wearing a thong under her shorts. My favorite kind of underwear. I tucked my index finger under the string and ran it down her crack, lifting it out as I did.

“This is wrong! You can’t touch me like this!”

“Watch me.” I kneaded her ass with my massive grip, swung my arm up and smashed it down on her pink ass. “My house! My rules!”

“Owww,” she cried.

Swatting her gave me a sickening feeling of power. I hit her again, listening to the crack of flesh on flesh. Her cries faded in the background as I reamed her ass with blow after blow on her rear end. “Damn you sure look fuck worthy from where I’m sitting.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Mark!”

“Why are you fighting?” I stretched her thighs out wide enough to wedge my hand in. She was trying to hide it, but I found her dripping. “I feel you want this.”

“Maybe I do like it rough, but I can’t go all the way,” she cried, looking back with big doe eyes. “I’m a virgin.”

“I’m a virgin,” I mocked. “Is Chet going to back up that claim?” I shoved her off my lap. My erection was bending to be blown. I opened the flap of my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles.

She looked up my form, licking her lips, waiting to see what was tenting behind the chili pepper boxers she gave me. “Should I stop and call him?” She was up on all fours, in a position to crawl away. “Or try to convince you I have other talents?”

“Are you offering me a little kiss?” I pulled her up and held her in front of my crotch by her pigtails. “Take it out and suck it good and hard cowgirl!”

“If that’s what you want,” she said, hesitating. I was sure hell hard, so I shook her to speed up. She yanked on the hem of my shorts. My cock bounced out, ready to receive a sloppy kiss.

She wrapped her lips around my helmet and eased him in. It felt all hell of good to have a quivering young mouth engulf me.

“That’s it. Suck it like you do the old pecker’s.”

“I will—” she tried to talk more, but I shook my cock around in her mouth. She coughed and gave in.

Her lips felt amazing on my shaft. This cowgirl’s a good cock sucker. I plowed in and out, fucking her hard with my stiff cock. I was really into, jamming my long rod in her wet hole. Damn, I could cum in her slut mouth! I flexed hard, she gagged and popped off.

“Want me to keep going?” she asked, wiping her lips with her pinkie.

“No, not if you don’t want to, sugar.” I smoothed stray hairs back from her face so I could see her sensual blue eyes. “You can sit down and take a ride now.”

“What? Wait!” She instantly caught on to what I was suggesting. “I told you. I just give blowjobs.”

“You’ll like my rides. There’s a big tummy turning climax at the end.” Sitting back down, I jerked Brandi on top of me. She refused to sit right. I had to wrestle with her to get her to straddled her legs on either side of mine. And still she wasn’t wrangled tight enough.

With both of us sporting only our underwear her struggling pussy was dripping close to my hard cock. She jerked around and I rubbed my head up along her slit, tickling it at her clit.

“This isn’t right.” She twisted about and held her hand over her pussy door. “This can’t be my first time.”

“Get on!” I ordered. She lifted and I lined my cock up, but when she lowered she had her defenses still up and he painfully bent, buckling under her.

“Fuck shit! Don’t you know how to push it in!”

“No, I don’t!” She shoved off me. Swinging her leg off, she thought she’d get away. I grabbed her ankle and her body slammed to the floor.

“No you don’t!” I tackled on top of her. She was hell fire going to test my resolve if she kept trying to get away. “You don’t want to help. I’ll just do it myself.”

“Go slow! I’m telling the truth.” She clenched her ass, poking up in the air. “I’ve never done it with Chet. He’s never—”

“Done this?” I shoved my cock in between her thighs, pushing it at the door of her pussy. It slipped under and rubbed on her sensitive clit.

“Fuuuuuck!” she groaned under me.

“Want more cowgirl?” I propped her ass up a bit for better traction and so that I could finger her clit while I loosened her up. She did all the work.

“Fuck damn, shit your fucking wound tight little cowgirl.” She pumped back and forth until she’d swallowed the head of my cock. Damn, it felt cum raising good too. “You’re a drenched little pony. Aren’t you?”

“Fuck—you,” she moaned. “I don’t—like—ahhhh!” She bounced her body back and forth at my cock. Hell if she wasn’t trying to fuck me like the horny cunt she was.

“Hot damn! Tamed my little bucking bronco. Didn’t I? You want to take that ride now?” I pulled my cock back all the way to the rim of her, teasing her to beg for more. “Do you want it?”

“What? Yes. I want. What?” She slurred her words, in bliss with my thumb racing across her clit and my cock thumping to plow back in. She throbbed like she was on the verge of a massive climax.

“That’s one hell of a yes in my book.” I thrust my hard cock straight in to her screaming pussy tunnel.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, taking the pain. My horny fast moving cock pumped in her slicked up tunnel fast. I bucked into her so quick with such fury that I ripped right past her barrier. No blinking.

What the fuck am I doing! How the fuck did I get so lucky? My brain was yelling to stop, but my cock was tearing into her fresh pussy. The thrill of being the first dick to plow into her undisturbed pussy pushed my groin into overdrive. I pumped harder and faster, ripping through her, pounding the cowgirl’s flower.

“Fuck fuck fuck! This is fucking the best fuck I’ve had in years! You’re one fucking hot fuck little fucking fuck!” My whole body spasmed with an orgasm.