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Hot Bimbo Tale Out Now–“Bust Gun: The Photo Shoot”

Hello hello all you wonderful erotica-heads! I hope you’re doing well. I’m doing just dandy, especially because I just realized an AWESOME new story–“Bust Gun: The Photo Shoot.” It’s another spin-off in the world of the Bust Gun’s adventures from one lucky guy to another, which you might remember from “Bust Gun: The Locker Room” and “Bust Gun: The Sleepover.”

In this edition, the Bust Gun lands on extra-lucky guy Lewis, who is feeling not so lucky as he’s basically serving as a slave to two overbearing supermodels on a tropical island. The models are hot, demanding, and utterly cruel–especially the hottest one, Isabelle–and Lewis can’t do anything about it.

That is, at least, until he finds the Bust Gun. It unlocks everything for him that he ever wanted–hot, delightful, endless sex with his own personal harem of supermodel fucktoys. That is, if he can get the darned thing to work in time before they figure out what he’s up to…

So! If you’re in the mood for a hot tale that involves sexy harems and bimbofication, check out “Bust Gun: The Photo Shoot” today!

 

Here’s the Official Blurb:

“You’re the Only Man I serve. I promise, Sir…”

Being stuck on a private beach island with two of the most gorgeous women on Earth sounds like paradise for a regular guy like Lewis. Isabelle and Rebeca are both busty, beautiful supermodels, and they’re wearing nothing but bikinis every day while Lewis works as their assistant. It seems wonderful—except for how they both look down on him and mock him constantly, especially the infinitely gorgeous and haughty Isabelle. To them, he’s nothing more than a joke—someone to order around and step on while they enjoy their lives of luxury and delight. Then, Lewis finds the Bust Gun with all its transformative powers.
With it, he can turn the two snobby beauties into his perfectly obedient love servants. They’ll do anything at all he says—even kneel before him, call him their new God, and beg him to breed their fertile bodies full of his heirs. The Bust Gun makes them even sexier than before, with bigger busts, longer legs, thicker hair, hotter faces, and so much more. It even fills their breasts so that they become overflowing cups of milky delight. With the Bust Gun in his hands, soon Lewis will have his very ownsupermodel harem—no matter what the snobby hotties have to say about it!

 

 

Excerpt:

She stepped forward, moving around the bed. Slowly, his activity came into full view.

“No, don’t—”

But he couldn’t say more, because he was groaning in obvious pleasure. His thrillingly large cock was in one hand and he was cumming, shooting hot loads of sparkling white jizz into what looked like some kind of toy gun he had positioned beneath his cock. He fumbled with the gun for a few moments, placing it carefully under his spray, filling up the vial on its side almost entirely with one shot.

“What the…what the fuck, Lewis?”

“Shi-shit,” he said, huffing still. “Shit. That was good. So hard. So much harder than usual.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” She shook her head. “What the hell is wrong with you? Were you jerking off to me fucking talking to you?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I was just—”

“I just saw you! Don’t deny it, you creep. You were fucking masturbating while I was trying to talk to you? Are you fucking deranged? That’s it.” She began to walk out of the room. “Forget the threats. You’re done, kid.”

“No,” he said. “Nadine—you are.”

She stopped at his threat, ready to tear him a new asshole. In seriousness, she was ready to beat the shit out of him. She felt sexually assaulted.

He held up the gun and pulled the trigger. And then…

Then, everything changed.

A wave of lust filled the room. The protest on her tongue melted in a wave of bliss, and she fell to her knees, suddenly staring up at the most handsome, most infinitely attractive man she had ever seen in her life. Nadine had been married twice, both of them ending early due to her constant travel and the jealousy from her high-paying gigs. Never once—not even in the brilliant first few days of romance and attraction—did she feel so much love and adoration and pure fucking lust as she did in that moment, staring up at Lewis.

“Such a Man,” she whispered. Her voice was soft and girlish. She giggled at the sound of it—and then giggled at the sound of that. “Such a real Man…”