Chapter 2: The Busty Bimbo Wife Seduces the Priest

Bishop Patrick Mallory

I was a bishop now.

I had finally reached the pinnacle of the Bimbo App ~ Faith Edition. Now I could have my own diocese. I had chosen my first church to add to my domain as St. Luke. My limousine pulled up to it, driven by Bimbo Superior Geraldine Ruth. In the back, I had my first bimbo-nun, Sister Bethany Anne, in her new outfit.

I had changed them up to corsets that lifted their breasts and left them exposed. Their very short skirts showed off their white thigh-high stockings. They kept the white wimples wrapped around their heads and the black veils so they had the classic nun look.

I had to recruit the priest, seduce him into accepting to follow me, but I was confident in my bimbo-nuns skills. The bimbo superior opened the door, a big, empty-headed smile on her lips. She was no longer that wizened bitch but a sexy and mature airhead. She’d be a MILF if she’d never took holy vows.

Now she had her unholy and sinful bimbo-vows.

“Ooh, ooh, Fathery Mallory, this isn’t our chruchy church!” Sister Bethany Anne said as she followed me out of the limo. She was a young thing, her small titties quivering. She barely had any breasts, but that just added to her petite cuteness. “Are we losty lost?”

“This church needs to be corrupted,” I said as I marched up to the front of St. Luke.

“Yay!” both my bimbos squealed. They were so eager for it.

I was glad.

I opened the doors and passed through the small vestibule. A statue to the Virgin Mary with votive candles burning before her lay to my right. Incense filled the air. From there, we entered the worship hall. Rows of pews led up to the altar at the front, the Tabernacle to the right holding the Eucharist. A crucifix soared over the back. The stand-glass windows depicted scenes from the Gospel According to Luke.

A single woman was praying up front. The confession booth lay on the right. She must have just finished her confessions. I pulled out my phone, hoping that she was a married woman who had cheated on her husband.

Then I could turn her into a bimbo-harlot.

My phone identified her from behind and showed her face on the screen even though her back was too me. That was the magic of the app. A prompt appeared beneath her face that made me smile from ear to ear.

Bimbofy Ester Dominic into your subordinate church’s Bimbo Harlot?

YES or NO flashed beneath in pink letters.

If she had been a faithful wife, I could have turned her into a nun, but this was more fun. I tapped YES.

At once, she gasped and looked up from her prayers. She spun around, the same sort of empty-headed smile that I found on the bimbo-nuns shone on hers. She looked down at her clothes and squealed as she started ripping them off.

I strode up the aisle in a black, short-sleeve shirt with my priestly collar in place. I had on dark slacks. I looked like a priest in casual clothes. She had her top off and unfastened her bra. She looked so naughty with her red hair pinned up in a matronly bun while her big tits spilled out.

“Ooh, ooh, Fathery sir, I’m all harloty and needy your cock!” she moaned. “I’m so sinnyfully!”

“Yes, you are,” I said as she shoved off her jeans so hard, she lost her shoes in the process. “Sister Bethany Anne, go into the confession and service the Father.”

“Yesy yes!” she squealed and darted toward the confessional. She was skilled. I had complete faith that she would make him feel amazing.

The married bimbo-harlot, her wedding ring flashing on her left hand, shoved off her panties last. Her thick, red bush appeared. Her big boobs swayed back and forth as she stripped out of those. She grinned at me, this look of wild hunger on her face.

I loved it.

“Kneel on the pew,” I said. “Thrust that ass out before me.” I unzipped my pants. “And beg me to bless your pussy with my cum.”

The bimbo-harlot’s eyes widened. She quivered in utter delight. She was so excited for this moment. She squealed and spun around. She knelt there and thrust out her rump at me. She bent over, her pussy dripping with juices.

“Fathery sir, pleasey please, blessy my cheaty pussy with all your cummies!” she moaned, her bush dripping with her excitement. She had gotten excited fast. “Pleasey please!”

I smiled as Sister Bethany Anne already pounced on the father. I moved up behind the bimbo-harlot and buried into her twat. She squealed in delight, her hot, tight snatch squeezing down on my aching shaft. Her husband wasn’t that big.

“Fathery sir!” she squealed in delight.

“Blessy her pussy,” moaned the bimbo superior as she crossed herself. “In the name of the boobies, the pussy, and the biggie dick, ameny!”

“That’s right,” I growled and drew back my cock. “I might even breed you, whore!”

“Breedy me, Fathery sir!” the bimbo-harlot gasped as I buried back into her cunt.

I slammed into her twat, loving the feel of her pussy around my cock. It was a beautiful thing. I grunted, fucking into her snatch with hard strokes. I buried into her with all that I had. It was so good to bury into her. I plowed to the hilt in her twat.

She whimpered as I fucked her, loving the fact she had her hair pinned up. So prime and proper, but she cheated on her husband once in her life. Maybe a lot of times. I didn’t know. I just enjoyed fucking her hard.

I pounded her cunt with everything that I had. I pounded that wonderful cunt. I fucked her with everything that I had, loving the way her pussy gripped my cock. She held me tight with that hot flesh. It was a beautiful thing to hammer her cunt.

Her butt-cheek jiggled. She had a plump rump. I loved the sight as I fucked her hard and fast. I pounded her with everything that I had. She gasped, squeezing her twat down on me. It felt so good to have her holding me tight like that.

“Shit!” I growled.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s a potty word, Fathery sir,” she moaned. “Ooh, but you’re fuckying my pussy! My cunty hole lovey doveys your hugey dick, Fathery sir!”

“Damn straight,” I grunted, fucking her cunt hard.

The need to cum built and built as my nuts slapped into her thick bush. The pressure grew at the tip of my cock. Every thrust into her hot, married depths felt amazing. I could not wait to dump my load into her twat. I wanted to fill her up with my cum.

Just spurt all my spunk into her. She squeezed her twat down on me. She held me tight as I fucked her hard. I pounded her with everything that I had. I loved the feel of her cunt squeezing down on me. She massaged me.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Fucking whore with tight cunt!”

“A fuckying married whorey whore, Fathery sir!” she moaned with pride. “With a very, very, berry tightie cunty hole! Ooh, ooh, so hugey. I lovey dovey your biggie rod!”

I slid my hands up her sides and around to cup her jiggling titties. Is squeezed those mommy milkers as I hammered her cunt. She tossed her head, her pussy clamping down on my cock. It felt incredible to pound her like this.

I loved it.

I buried into her snatch with all that I had. I plowed hard into her twat. I loved every second of her married pussy massaging me. She gasped and moaned, clamping down on me. I hurtled toward the point when I would spurt into her.

I plowed deep and hard into her twat. It was so amazing to have have her wrapped around my dick. I plowed deep and hard into her twat. I fucked her with all that I had. She gripped my cock with that wonderful snatch.

“Fathery sir!” she squealed as her pussy went wild around my dick.

“Shit!” I growled and buried into her twat. “Whore, I bless your cunt!”

I erupted.

“Fathery sir’s blessedy cummies!” she squealed.

“Yay!” the bimbo superior squealed, bouncing nearby. Her big boobs heaved out of the corner of my eye in her corset. “Cummies!”

I filled the married bimbo’s cunt up. I savored her twat writhing around me. I cuckolded her husband as she rippled around me. She nursed with that hot flesh on my dick. I groaned in delight, savoring this moment.

Ecstasy crashed into my mind. I grunted as I filled the bimbo’s married snatch with my cum. My seed flooded her womb. Her cunt rippled around me, nursing at me. I grunted, savoring this moment. It was outstanding.

“Ooh, ooh, so much blessedy jizzies in me,” whimpered the bimbo-harlot. “Fathery sir!”

“Yes!” I growled and erupted one last time.

As I did, the curtain to the confessional burst open, revealing a flushed-face priest who stumbled out. Young with blond hair. He gasped at the sight of me in the married woman’s pussy. I savored this moment as I knew I had him.

“So much cummies,” the whore panted. “Ooh, you floodyed me with so many cummies.”

“I did,” I said and grinned at the priest. I ripped my cock out of her pussy and faced him, my dick dripping in pussy cream.

“What is going on?” Father Henry Spiegal demanded.

Behind him, Sister Bethany Anne grinned at me, looking so happy.

“I’m Father Patrick Mallory, and it’s like this,” I said and explained about the App.

Father Henry Spiegal

I swallowed at what Father Mallory told me. Mrs. Esther Dominic had changed into a complete whore. She had his cum matting her bush. The two nuns were so sexy. My cock was hard. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

I pulled out my phone and...

There it was. The notification from the App.

Will you download the Subordinate App?

YES or NO pulsed beneath it, begging me to touch one or the other.

“You’ll get bimbo-whores,” said Father Mallory. “Nuns and harlots. As many as you want. Imagine more cheating hot wives like this slut here. You can have orgies with them.”

“This is wrong,” I croaked, my voice tight and my cock hard. I had succumbed with Sister Bethany Anne, that wily seductress.

“It is,” said Father Mallory bluntly.

“A sin.”

“Absolutely.” He grinned. “Just press the button, and you can have all your fantasies come to life. Don’t you want that? I’ll be your bishop, and you’ll have so much fun.”

I trembled.

“Just hit yes, and it’s yours,” said the bastard. I stared down at the phone like It was a bright, shiny apple that was so desirable to eat. I trembled and...

“Pleasey please, Fathery Spiegal, fucky me,” Mrs. Dominic cooed, cupping her huge tits.

I tapped YES, breathing, “Lord forgive me.”

My phone vibrated as the App opened. A welcome message flashed across the screen with digital fireworks and confetti. My stomach sang at what I had done, but there was no going back. That was clear. I had crossed a line.

Welcome to the Subordinate App of the Bimbo App ~ Faith Edition of Bishop Patrick Mallory! Help him spread the Bimbo Faith by recruiting bimbo-nuns and bimbo-harlots.

“Sit down,” said Bishop Mallory. He was my bishop now. I had accepted him. “She’ll ride you as I fuck her in the ass.”

I swallowed and nodded. I sat on the pew.

At once, Mrs. Dominic jumped on me. She attacked my fly. I groaned as she did that. She worked it open. She yanked it down and pulled out my cock. She grinned at me, her eyes sparkling. Her heavy tits swayed as she straddled me.

“I wanty to have your biggie dick in my pussy, Fathery Spiegal!” She smiled at me. “I lovey having other cocks in my pussy. Yesy yes! Especially youngy men! I have them comey over to my house and cummy in me while they helpy with the gardenying.”

“Lord,” I breathed. “You never confessed to that.”

“I’m cuntyfessing righty now!” she moaned and plunged her pussy down my cock. “My cunty is so naughty, isn’ty it, Fathery Spiegal?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

I shuddered, savoring her married pussy around my cock. It was incredible to have her squeezing her pussy down on me. Then Bishop Mallory moved in. She squealed as he must be sodomizing her. I didn’t see pain, but pleasure.

“Ooh, ooh, buggery me,” she moaned. “I haven’t done anally since Catholicy school. I wanted to save my cherry for my hubby. Ooh, ooh, I missy anally fun. Butty-fuck me!”

“Lord,” I groaned as her pussy clamped down on me.

She moaned and gasped. Bishop Mallory groaned. The slut then slid her cunt up my cock. She gripped my rod with that hot and silky cunt. I couldn’t believe how great that felt. She rode me. She worked her cunt up and down my dick.

She massaged me with her hot flesh. I loved every second of her riding me like that. She worked that hot twat up and down me. It was such a beautiful thing. I loved it. Her cunt massaged me as Bishop Mallory fucked her in the ass.

“Shit,” the priest grunted. He was only a few years older than me, and now he was my bishop. “How’s her pussy?”

“It’s great,” I groaned, surrendering to the sin. What was the point in fighting it? “She’s so tight. Lord, that’s good!”

“Yep,” said the bishop. “You have to try her asshole. Even better.”

I could fuck her in the ass? I shuddered at that realization. This was incredible. I really could just enjoy the women who came to my church. Use them. I loved it. My eyes rolled back in my head as that hot twat worked up and down my dick.

She massaged my rod with that hot, married twat. My nuts tightened. If I hadn’t already cum because of that bimbo-nun, I would have spurted by now. This was incredible. She moaned, her big tits bouncing before my head.

“Two holey moley fatherys’ dicks in me!” gasped Mrs. Dominic. “Ooh, ooh, such a greaty great cuntyfession, righty right?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Work that pussy up and down my cock, Mrs. Dominic. Ride me ... slut!”

“Yay!” she squealed, sounding so happy.

I shuddered as she massaged my cock. The pressure built faster and faster at the tip of my cock. I rushed toward that moment when I would cum. I groaned, eager for when I would dump so much spunk into her. I would flood her with all my jizz.

She plunged down me and slid back up me. She gripped me with that hot flesh. It felt so good to have her riding me like that. I groaned, my face twisting in delight. It was beautiful. Such a perfect moment to have her riding me.

I groaned at the feel of her cunt sliding up and down my cock. She felt magnificent. I groaned, reveling in that hot flesh massaging my dick. She gripped me with all that passion. It was so good to have her working up and down my rod.

I groaned at the warmth of her hot pussy sliding up and down me. She squeezed her cunt down on around my dick. Bishop Mallory ass-fucked her hard and fast. He grunted as he sodomized her. She squealed, her face twisting in delight.

“I’m gonna cummy on your biggie dicks, Fatherys, sirs!” she moaned. “I wanna have all your holey moley blessedy jizzies in me!”

“You’ll get it!” grunted Bishop Mallory. “Shit, that’s good!”

“So goody greaty goody!” squealed the bimbo. She plunged her cunt down my dick. “I’m gonna bursty on your hugey cocks, Fatherys sirs!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Lord, I want that!”

She rode me so fast. Her pussy gripped my cock with this wonderful texture. I rose and rose toward my climax. I couldn’t wait to erupt into her pussy. She plunged down me and slid up me, her boobs heaving.

That amazing pussy massaged the crown of my cock. Sex was so amazing. I had given it up for the Lord, but now I was reined by the power of it. I loved every second of that hot cunt slamming down my dick it was incredible.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “That’s so good!”

“It’s greaty good, Fathery Spiegal!” the bimbo-whore squealed. Her pussy went wild around my dick.

I groaned as she suckled at me. Her twat rippled around my cock. I groaned at that hot snatch spasming around me. It was an incredible moment to have her convulsing about me. I shuddered, savoring that heat around me.

“Lord!” I groaned and erupted.

I fired my cum into the married woman’s cunt. I filled her up with my jizz. The pleasure shot through me. It was incredible to have all that rapture shooting through me. Stars flashed across my vision as her pussy writhed around me.

“Fuck,” growled Bishop Mallory as he buried into her asshole.

She squealed, “Two loads of blessedy cummies!”

We were dumping our cum into the bimbo’s holes. I shuddered at the sinful moment, her married flesh spasming around me. She suckled at my cock. She worked out all that jizz. I groaned, savoring the pleasure shooting through me.

Rapture crashed into my mind as I dumped my load into her pussy. I filled her up with my spunk. The rapture washed through me. It was so good to have that pleasure surging through my body. I loved every second of spurting into her pussy.

“Ooh, ooh, so many cummies for my cuntyfession!” the bimbo squealed.

“Yes,” I groaned and erupted one last time into her pussy.

“Damn,” groaned Bishop Mallory. He pulled out of her and rose, his cock thrusting out before him. “You have to fuck her in the ass.”

“What?” I groaned.

“Mrs. Dominic, be a good slut, kneel on the ground, and beg Father Spiegal to fuck you in the ass,” the bishop said.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” squealed the bimbo-slut. She jumped off my lap and spun around. She knelt on the floor facing the altar. She wiggled her rump at me. My cum was spilling out of her pussy. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. “You have to fucky me in my ... my...” She blinked. “I fowgot!”

“In the ass, you stupid whore,” the bishop said, pushing the very nun that burst into my confessional to the ground. “They can be forgetful. They’re airheads.”

“Yesy yes,” the nun moaned and engulfed his dirty dick.

I blinked at that only to have my attention brought back to at jiggling ass as Mrs. Dominic moaned, “Fucky me in the assyhole, Fathery Spiegal! Pleasey please! I want my cuntyfession to be full of naughty and sinfully fun thingies!”

I groaned, too weak to say no. I had already downloaded the App. I had already succumbed to these lewd acts. I dropped to the ground behind her and gripped her hips. I pressed my cock into her butt-crack. I found her asshole, sloppy with the bishop’s cum.

I took a deep breath and thrust.

She gasped as I drilled against her asshole. Her anal ring widened and widened. I loved the feel of her anal ring widening. I had to be in her. I had to sink into her bowels. She tossed her head, moaning out her delight.

Then I popped into her bowels.

“Oh, Lord,” I groaned at this new delight. This was the silky friction of her snatch. It was different. A velvety heat that devoured my cock. I sank inch after inch of my dick into her bowels. “Oh, Lord, yes!”

“It’s so goody in my buttyhole, Fathery Spiegal,” she cooed. “Ooh, ooh, I lovey dovey it.”

“Enjoy,” the bishop said while having his cock suckled on by the bimbo-nun.

“Yes,” I groaned and bottomed out into the bimbo-harlot’s asshole.

She gripped my cock with that hot flesh. It was incredible to have her around me. I gripped her hips and fucked her hard. I buried into her bowels with hard force. It was so wonderful to slam into her again and again. I buried to the hilt in her wonderful flesh.

I fucked her hard and fast. I savored burying into her anal sheath. I hammered her with force. I loved the feel of her bowels gripping my dick. She felt so wonderful. I buried into her hard and fast, rising toward the moment I would cum.

“Shit, yes,” I groaned, swearing for the first item in a while. “Oh, damn, that’s good!”

“So goody good, Fathery Mallory!” she moaned. “Ooh, ooh, just fucky me so hardy!”

I did. I fucked her so hard. So fast. I buried into her hot flesh with all that I had. It was so good to bury into her flesh. She gripped my asshole with that hot flesh. I groaned, burying into her again and again. I savored the way she gripped my cock.

“Ooh, ooh, Fathery Spiegal’s holey moley dick!” squealed the bimbo-whore. “You’re so hugey! Muchy bigger than my hubby!”

I felt bigger. I glanced down at my cock thrusting in and out of her asshole. Was I bigger?

Shit.

“Fucky me so hardy, Fathery Spiegal!” she gasped.