Lots & lots of bimbo-y thoughts have been running through my head today. Like, how much fun it would be to drink cum from a condom. You know? Well, ideally, a bunch of condoms, one right after another. I think that would be pretty hot!

Then again, that wouldn't be nearly as much fun as drinking it straight from the source, would it?...

I can't think of very many things sluttier than drinking cum from a bunch of condoms!

Well, anyway, the point is, I've been mostly thinking about cum all day. Which is a very important thing for a bimbo to do.

I've been working out more, and harder, and while traveling (while, unfortunately, I wasn't able to have any photo sessions), I rewarded myself with some new clothes.

Silly bimbo fuck-toys love new clothes!

I have a stretchy white & black snake-y looking t-shirt. A little black midriff sweater with cute little pink dots. A very cute little orange thong. And three pairs of tight, stretchy new skinny jeans! I have a pair in dark blue denim, a pair in dark red, and (predictably, for me, I suppose), a pair in pink! I wonder which ones I should model first?

Oh, and a pair of denim shorts. I already had, like, four pairs of little denim shorts, but, well, you know how bimbos are when it comes to showing off as much as possible! These are the shortest, tightest ones I've ever had. Well, except for that one pair that I cut off from a pair of size 5 jeans.

Well, I need to go work out now. I plan to get in front of the camera again soon though!

Santa sat me down on his lap. I found it quite a comfy lap, and I wiggled myself down luxuriously on it.

He asked me if I'd been naughty or nice, so I told him the truth. Santa's hands seemed to tighten just slightly around my hip and my waist, and I'm sure I felt something growing underneath me, right where I was sitting. I know I did!

I flicked my tongue in Santa's ear, just the tiniest little bit, as I whispered to him just what I wanted. He laughed his jolliest "Ho Ho Ho!", and then I felt something growing even more, right under my lap! One other thing I noticed, Santa kept looking right at my chest when I whispered to him.

Santa whispered back to me, that girls like me can be both nice and naughty at the same time! I wonder what he meant?

I want to wish all my friends, admirers, and horny perverts one and all, a happy, safe and joyous holiday.

Affectionately,

Filthy little bimbo babette

This wonderfully creative image was posted by "bigknobveins". Thank you!



I think this is just so hot! Plus, he calls me an "exhibitionist whore", a "cock loving sex doll", and a "nasty bitch". He's such a sweet talker!

Thank you to smkinkycouple for posting this today!



How about you? Do you like to get off while you look at me? I would love to hear about it...and to see the result.

It would be good to be a stripper.

I would dance while the men watched my body. I would look over my shoulder at the men in the booths, at the staring men in the darkness.

They would watch me dance, they would look at me and decide that I was the one they wanted to give the most tips to. I would use my eyes. I'd use my eyes to make them want me more. They would watch me and realize that they wanted to get closer. Once they are sitting right at the edge of my stage, I would give them special attention.

Whether they are fit or fat, young or old, well-groomed or sloppy, polite or crude, once I have them at the edge of my dance floor, I look into their eyes and I keep dancing for them, and I make them feel special. I make them feel like they are total studs, just by how I dance for them and how I look into their eyes.

They give me their tips, and I give them a wink or a smile or a special gesture, or I might bend down and whisper something into their ear. Some of them will pay for a private dance.

Eventually I return to the stage. My dance is both elegant and lewd. Athletic, graceful, and dirty. I am in sync with the music and I feel all the eyes on me.

I look over my shoulder at the men in the booths, at the staring men in the darkness.

Thoughts of submission and bondage are crowding more and more into my thoughts and fantasies. I would love to be strapped down on a table, my thighs spread open with a spreader bar and my ankles lifted up and back. Thus my pussy is presented invitingly at the end of the table.

I would like there to be two queues, one for my pussy and one for my face. Besides all the men, lazily stroking their cocks and watching me, helpless, while they await their turn, there would also be women, wearing strap-on cocks, in each queue. There would also be a Mistress, directing all the fun. She encourages everyone to use me as aggressively as they like, and she hits me if I whine too much, squirm to get away, or complain that a cock is too big.

Also, there are two bowls on the floor, one at the foot of the table and one at the head. The one at the foot of the table, under where all the people are raping me in the ass, is there to catch any cum that begins to leak out of my pussy, as it keeps getting stretched from being brutally fucked, over and over again. The one at the head of the table is there to catch any cum that drips down from my face or from my hair.

I feel my shame and humiliation being gradually overcome by pleasure and, yes, pride. I watch them all playing with their cocks while they wait in line to violate me. They’re taking advantage of my situation. I can’t do anything about it. They comment on my body as they wait in line. I crave hearing them talk about me.

As I watch them, I feel their cocks, cock after cock after cock, being rammed up my pussy. The cocks fuck me. It feels so good, so fucking good.

I look at their faces while they fuck my pussy. I look into their eyes while they grunt and spray their sperm on my face. I feel the cum on my body. Some of the cum is wet and fresh. Some of the cum is drying, and itchy. I listen to the women, laughing at me as they smear other people's cum around on my face with their strap-ons. Once their strap-ons are wet with other people's cum, they slap my head with them. I whine that it hurts. They slap my face harder with their strap-on cocks. Mistress yanks my hair and twists my head so I have to face the plastic cocks that are slapping me in the head. The women with the strap-ons laugh more, and smack me harder.

I watch a beautiful young man as he grabs my hips and sinks his hard, firm, smooth, beautiful penis into my cunt. I begin to cry. I am crying with pleasure and happiness. I cry out, because I am cumming.

...black wet-look leggings, or black & silver leopard print leggings? "Little Miss Bossy" t-shirt, or pink mesh see-thru top?

Any and all input is welcome...

Watching Chayse Evans in my DVD "The History of Black Cock". Chayse is sucking two beautiful black cocks. They are really fucking her head, yanking it down onto their dicks and holding her head down while she has them in her throat, right down to the balls. Every time they let her breathe, the drool just comes flowing out. One of them tells her to stuff his balls into her mouth while she has his dick all the way down her throat. Everything they tell her to do, she obeys. I love her already. I like to obey, too.

I’m watching, and I feel pretty and sexy. I have on my pink "Cheerleader" t-shirt, my pink plaid miniskirt, and black garter stockings held up with my black lace eight-strap garter. I'm wearing my black "Pleaser" platforms with the five-inch heels. Under my t-shirt, I have on my purple Cacique bra, holding up my luscious, firm 38DD boobs. My tits are big and round, and they stick out really far. They stretch my t-shirt.

Chayse can't talk while she has her face filled with hard dick, so I'm talking for her. "Oh, fuck yeah, fuck my fucking head, baby, hold me down on your beautiful big fucking cock, please, that's it, fuck my fucking head like the cocksucking whore I am."

One of the guys keeps directing her to let all the drool flow over her face and onto her tits, so she does. There are streams and strands of slimy drool all over her boobs, running down between them, and dangling from them. Some of the drool flows down over her navel and her tummy, and over her pretty cunt. Little threads of drool are actually swinging from her cunt. When I see that, it actually makes me harder, which I would not have thought was possible.

I watch beautiful, sexy Chayse, that fucking whore, with her spit swinging in little slobbery threads from her cunt, and my mouth is hanging open while I pump my dick fast and hard. For every thick wad of slobber I drool onto my cock, I let another mouthful of drool flow out of the corners of my mouth, over my chin, and down onto my shirt. My big fucking boobs are like a pretty rounded shelf for collecting drool.

I want to be just like Chayse. She is my role model. I want to do what she does. I want those cocks fucking my face, I want to drool on them, I want those guys stroking themselves while they wait for their turn for me to suck them. I want to wrap my little tiny pretty hands with my sexy purple nails around their giant, thick, hard black cocks, and stroke them real fast while I look into their eyes. I want them to get harder and harder while I soak myself in my own drool, sucking on them, sucking their cocks hard and fast and deep into my throat. I want them to cum; I want them to grunt and shoot their cum on me while I look into their eyes.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah. Chayse does not take them all the way down every time. Not always. I start talking to those guys, telling them, "Hey, if that fucking bitch won't swallow you all the way down to the root, fuck, give me a turn. Let little babette swallow your beautiful fucking dick, baby. My tits are bigger than hers. Look at me, don't you want to fuck this dirty little whore?"

Soon they flip Chayse over, onto her hands and knees, and start double-teaming her. She is being spit roasted. One luscious black cock is sawing deep into her pussy. Another fucking her head, while her throat makes that pretty sound. I want that. I want what Chayse is getting. Beautiful studs with hard dicks, screwing the fuck out of my tight little body.

My t-shirt is plastered to my boobs with drool. In some places it is wet and shiny, almost transparent. In others, along the edges of the wet places, little foamy bubbles of spit cling to my round, firm tits. My nipples jut out obscenely, ‘cause I am so fucking turned on.

Now it is time for me to cum. It shoots really high when I cum. And it is so, so delicious! But it's not enough. I need more cum.

Slept a solid nine hours, and I am feeling absolutely delicious.

The weather has finally turned cooler here. I'm off to run (I think I'll wear my little back women's shorts), then weights and core work. I'm going to work out like an animal, and then I want to be fucked like an animal. Just thrown down and fucked while I'm still sweaty.

When I feel really good in my body, I want others to enjoy it and use it. I don't think there is anything wrong with that. Is there?