#i have a little bimbo

I have four little bimbos, they were once four nuns-in-training.
Ever since they went to BimboTech, they’ve had trouble abstaining.

It seems they’re too damned horny and quite easily distracted
By the genitals of either sex, to which they’re all attracted.

How could they ever survive locked away inside their cloisters,
Forbidden from sucking sausages or licking bearded oysters?

And so I proposed that they all seek alternate vocations;
Careers that reward ladies who have such oral fixations.

I took them to my brothel and I made each one a whore
And now they’re on their knees more than they ever were before.

They’re four delightful bimbos, each one reasonably priced,
And much happier as fucktoys than they were as brides of Christ.

I have a little bimbo, her name is Majabeen.
The hottest Arab bimbo that the world has ever seen.

I met her in the Emirates. Her father was a sheik
He offered hospitality, and that was his mistake.

For I took a fancy to her, peaking out from her niqab,
So I called up Mr. Fink and asked if he would take the job.

Soon the sheik was approached by the BTI Foundation
With an offer to contribute to his daughter’s education:

An international institute for women, most prestigious,
But respectful of standards, both moral and religious.

The sheik agreed and Maja was delighted at the chance
To get out of her father’s house for any circumstance.

But once her dad had dropped her off, imagine her surprise
To find the student body showing much more than their eyes.

Her classmates all were bimbos and it caused her some distress
But the pink fog helped her to calm down and, after that, undress.

And under the tutelage of a BimboTech clinician.
Majabeen discovered brand new meanings of submission.

She submitted to the will of God that she should be a slut.
And she glorified Allah by showing off her tits and butt.

And so, as if transformed by a djinn or an efreet,
Majabeen became a bimbo and a raging slut in heat.

So now she is my bimbo, as you can plainly see,
And while she still says she’s Muslim, most imams would disagree.

I have two little bimbos; The brunette is Linda Lou
The blonde we just call Boopsie; she’s the dumber of the two.

When we met, the blonde was running to be mayor of our town.
I owned the local strip club, she had vowed to shut it down.

Linda Lou, the local preacher, viewed all sinners with disdain
And so had volunteered to run the mayoral campaign.

A friend of mine hooked me up with a man named Mr. Fink.
He told me he had ways to change the way these ladies think.

And so I signed the contract, but imagine my surprise
when they showed up at my club with hot desire in their eyes.

Not only that, their tittie-size had doubled, maybe tripled.
And both of them were drunk, though before neither of them tippled.

They told me BimboTech had shown the error of their ways.
They desired to show their titties and being known as easy lays.

But with their bimbo attitudes, it had become quite clear
That both of them would need to find themselves a new career.

They asked if they could interview; I said that would be fine.
I took them to the back and had them make a 69.

They ate each other out with neither qualms nor hesitations.
Though both had spoken out before against same-sex relations.

The next phase of the interview involved sucking my shlong.
They did it both together, I was coming before long.

They licked each other clean and then they asked if they were hired.
I told them yes, they could strip here if that’s what they desired.

Now they live in the basement and are happy as can be;
And they give me all their tips because they like to dance for free.

And when the mayor visits, well, I always do make sure
That he gets a lap dance from them both; my business is secure.

I have a little bimbo.
I like to call her Bunny.
If you told her she was smart, well, she would think that’s really funny

She used to be quite clever,
the top student in her class;
‘Til she found herself at BimboTech, a probe stuck up her ass.

The throbbing in her asshole
And the buzzing in her mind
Convinced her it was time to leave the ‘smart girl’ thing behind.

Now she’s a happy bimbo
And has set a new life goal:
To be the bestest bimbo to ever dance around a pole!

I have a little bimbo. Her name is Barbi Sue.
And when I pull my pecker out, she knows just what to do.
She rubs it on her titties and she bathes it with her tongue,
Then she slides it ‘tween her lips, which are all glossy and bee-stung.

Barbi Sue once went by Barbara; she was clever as can be.
But she never sucked on dick ‘till Dr. Corbin helped her see
That she’d never find fulfillment in thinking or in books
True joy was found in bimbohood and perfecting her looks.

And once her eyes were opened and she knew that it was true,
She asked to be a bimbo; Corbin said ‘That’s what we do!’
So they taught her how to giggle and they taught her how to prance
And they taught how to long for what I have here in my pants.

They dunked her in a tank and amplified all of her curves,
Grew out her hair and sensitized her erogenous nerves.
The BimboTech girls gave her all their tips on sucking dong,
And then dressed her in a tube top, high-heeled sandals and a thong.

So now she is my bimbo and I fuck her like a whore
And she never, ever thinks of who she used to be before.
She thinks she’s always been this ditzy, sexualized creature.
And has no clue she used to be my high school English teacher.

I have a little bimbo and her name is Babsie Bunny
She has two bimbo boobies and a hungry bimbo cunnie

She likes to hop about and give her little tush a wiggle
She shakes her tits with joy and then she’ll giggle, giggle, giggle.

She used to be a student when her name was Barbra Dunny
But tuition is expensive so poor Barbra needed money.

She took a waitress job at my beer joint called Bunny Dreams
Though she dreaded working at a place with clearly sexist themes.

She almost up and quit when I gave her the bunny ears
But once she put the headband on it mollified her fears.

For the band was made by BimboTech, all full of high tech wiring
And soon she had no worries, cuz those neurons just weren’t firing.

Her brain had started floating in a sea of dopamine
As I took her to the break room and the BimboTech flat screen

Where I played for her a video: ‘Waitress Orientation’
Coming back three hours later, she was deep in masturbation.

That’s when I first called her Babsie and she giggled at the name
And she kept on masturbating, cuz she hadn’t any shame.

I took that moment to present the rest of her outfit.
Although more sexist than the ears, she didn’t want to quit.

Instead she just responded with a happy bimbo squeal
And she stripped and dressed before me with a smile most surreal.

Then I groped her very thoroughly to make sure that it fit
And she giggled and she wiggled ev’ry time I grabbed a tit.

So now she is my bimbo and my customers’ delight
She serves them cheesecake with their beer each and ev’ry night.

But when they file out into cabs because all of the beer’s gone
I lock the front door, strip her down, and fuck her with her ears on.

I have a little bimbo and her name is Missy Ann.
She asks me “Will you fuck me?”
and I tell her “That’s the plan!”

Then she squeals and grabs her titties
and she shucks her panties off.
If I told you she was frigid once you probably would scoff.

But I swear she once behaved as if a stick was up her butt
And she’d never stand for being called a bimbo or a slut.

But that all changed the day she found herself at BTI,
Where one by one her sexual inhibitions waved bye-bye.

She left with massive titties and a bimbo attitude
So now any vulgar come on brings ebullient gratitude.

But why did BimboTech decide to slut-up with Missy Ann?
I paid them lots of money; It was all part of the plan.