Chapter 8: Bimbo-Nuns Seduce the Judge

Bishop Mallory

I smiled as I hung up on Cardinal Richelieu, who presided over my archdiocese. If he was involved, the new Bimbo Faith was getting noticed. I shuddered, relaxing back into my chair as Bimbo Superior Lisa Marie suckled on my cock. Her warm, wet mouth felt incredible around my dick.

She was a MILF. A faithful wife who had become a bimbo nun at the carnival earlier today. She would be running my first Bimbo Convent. I was in the middle of setting that up when the cardinal called. Now...

I just wanted to cum in the Bimbo Superior’s mouth.

The married woman worked her mouth up and down my dick. It was such a wonderful delight to have her blowing me like that. I enjoyed every second of that hot mouth working up and down my dick. She nursed hard on me.

I groaned, savoring the warmth of that mouth. Her tongue danced around my dick. It was beautiful. I loved every second of her blowing me. She groaned, sucking so hard on me. It was glorious. I rose and rose toward my climax.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I growled as she nursed on me. “That’s it, slut! Worship my cock.”

The Bimbo Superior did just that. She suckled hard on my cock. She blew me with all that she had. I groaned, rising toward my climax. I would flood the married slut’s mouth with so much spunk. I loved the passion she put into it.

Her black veil fluttered around my legs. Her white wimple wrapped around her face, the only modest part of her uniform. She suckled and slurped on me. It was such a beautiful thing. I groaned, my nuts tightening with the need to cum.

“Goddamn, you’re just such a slut, Bimbo Superior Lisa Marie!” I growled.

She squealed around my cock. There was nothing a bimbo loved more than to be called a slut. They were such airheads. They didn’t need to think. No woman did. Just let men run the world the way it used to be before all this modern crap.

Things were so much simpler back then.

My nuts tightened with the need to cum. The need to erupt into her mouth. It was so good. Just a wonderful moment to have her blowing me. She nursed hard on my dick. Her tongue stroked around my cock. It was so wonderful. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would erupt.

The pressure swelled and swelled. I rose toward that glorious moment when I would cum so hard. She suckled hard on my dick. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was so good to have her doing that. I loved it.

“Shit, that’s it!” I growled as she danced her tongue around my cock. “Fucking bimbo-whore! Yes!”

I erupted.

She gulped down my jizz. All bimbos were cum-hungry sluts. Stars flashed across my vision as I erupted into her mouth again and again. I savored every second of this passion shooting through me. I squirmed in my chair, enjoying the way that she nursed on me.

She suckled it all down. It was fantastic. I panted, savoring that wonderful mouth blowing me with all that she had. I leaned back into my chair as she nursed on me. I spurted a final blast of cum into her mouth. I panted, enjoying that heat.

It was such a wonderful moment.

“Damn,” I panted. “That’s good!”

She popped her mouth off my cock and squealed. “So goody goody and greaty goody! Yay! You’re all blessedy by my sucky mouth!”

“Yes, I am,” I said and grabbed my phone. It was on the map screen. I was supposed to select a site for the Bimbo Convent. I tapped it, someone owning the land. There was a progress bar that read, Building the Bimbo Convent.

That was insane.

Then there was a picture of the lot just up the street here. It used to be a run-down strip mall that was covered in graffiti. It had a smoke shop and a liquor store; the rest of the buildings boarded up. Now it was a convent with a brick wall topped by iron spikes around it. The convent rose in the middle, a Gothic building.

It had a naked woman at the peak, humping the spire. Or maybe pole dancing on it.

The wrought iron gate had worked into the metal, “Convent of St. Bimbo the Slut.”

Then a new screen popped up. Assign a Bimbo Supreme to the convent and at least five nuns.

So I assigned Lisa Marie as the Bimbo Supreme. I selected Sisters Kelly Rachel, Amy Rose, Lola Catherine, Britney Hannah, Polly Brenda, Opal Kassie, Mandy Daisy, and Nina Esmerelda to work there.

The Bimbo Supreme vanished.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

You can monitor the feed from the Bimbo Convent through the App or through a special website. You can set up how much a month people are charged to watch the Bimbo Nuns as they cavort in the convent with each other and with those they “counsel.”

I went through all that. Setting up the registration amount. I went with $39.99 a month for the subscription rate. It was probably high, but this Bimbo App was just such an amazing thing. I bet it would work out.

Next, how to handle the cardinal. He was threatening to evict me from my church. Technically, the Catholic Church owned it. The cardinal administered all the church’s property in his archdiocese. He would have to go to the courts, though.

That meant a judge and ... I smiled.

Judge Horace Constable

I did my best to focus on court, but it was so boring today. It was all expert witnesses, and the minutiae was mind-numbing. The jury looked to be falling asleep, and there was still thirty minutes before I could call a break.

My phone buzzed. I swiped the screen. It was easy to do. I had computer monitors before me and no one could see what I was doing except my clerk, and she was probably playing solitary right now. My bailiff stood up to my left, yawning.

I opened the text and blinked. It was an image of a naked nun. She was sexy, her tits large and heavy, revealed by the corset she wore. It raised her tits. She was lounging on an altar. The back of another nun’s head was before her.

“Want to see the nubile nun eat out the mother superior?” asked the text. “Click the link to see the livestream.”

I frowned. That was insane. The impulse to watch grew on me. No one could see me. It was my personal phone and not the computer. Some clerks and judges had been busted for viewing that stuff on the county computers. The temptation rose and rose.

I don’t know why, but the idea of one nun going down on another made my cock so hard.

Cheeks burning, I made sure my phone was muted before tapping the link.

The image was of that busty nun shuddering on the altar. Another nun was between her thighs, feasting on her. It was a live feed. That was insane. Not only that, there were other cameras. I breathed heavily as I watched the nuns feasting.

I tapped another feed. It was two nuns in a vestibule tribbing. They were humping their pussies together. One had red hair peeking out of her wimple while the other was a Black nun. They moaned and gasped, their faces so youthful. I swallowed.

Another camera showed a nun bent over a sink getting her pussy eaten out from behind. No, it was her asshole. She was being rimmed. My dick was so hard. This was so exciting. I wanted to see more. My cock throbbed.

I switched cameras to another nun who held a sign that read, “JUDGE CONSTABLE COME FUCK US.”

There was an address underneath.

Then the video ended. FREE PREVIEW OVER flashed on my screen.

I swallowed, leaning back. I had a huge case of blue balls. That address ... That was, what, ten minutes away? I could go there once we recessed for the day. They wanted me to come. It made no sense, but I just had to go there.

I had to head to this convent.

Court was a massive torture. I couldn’t get those nuns out of my mind, and the rest of the day was the tedious expert testimony. It was an auto insurance claim. They were fighting over how much was the victim’s pre-existing MS condition, and how much was injuries she suffered in the accident.

It was all so technical as both sides had doctors arguing the exact opposite things.

Finally, I called it recess. The jury looked so defeated. They probably would find for the victim, but how much? Juries could be strange. Sometimes, they would award large amounts, and other times they felt that such big amounts of damages were just too extreme, as if the victim didn’t deserve that much.

I was just glad to finish up my stuff for the day. I wished my clerk and bailiff a good day and rushed to my car. Ten minutes later, I found a place to park before the Convent of St. Bimbo the Slut. It was just here in the open. So bold.

I opened the gate and headed to the door. I rang the doorbell.

A nun opened it. She had her tits out and had a skirt so short, it would flash her ass if she bent over. She beamed at me. She was such a young thing, clearly underage. She motioned me in where more nuns were waiting, the busty one in the middle.

“Welcomey, Your Honory Judge!” they all squealed together, bouncing up and down.

“I’m Bimboy Superior Lisa Marie,” the busty one from the altar said, “and were here to pleasey you. Bishopy Mallory wants you to have a wondermus experience worshipingy with us. We’re all holey moley bimboy-nuns!”

“YAY!” the others squealed, bouncing up and down, Their tits of various sizes heaved, bounced, or jiggled. They were all so adorable.

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

They squealed and swarmed me. I had them all around me. This was incredible. They were pressing their tits into my body as the showered me in kisses. They smooched my cheeks and lips. Two of them kissed me at once.

I was so dizzy with lust. The room spun around me as they stripped me naked. They were yanking off my tie. Unbuttoning my dress shirt. Undoing my suspenders. They were stripping me all off. I shuddered as I was soon naked and surrounded by their nubile flesh.

“Praisy the Lordy Lord!” they all squealed as they pushed me down.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Fuck me, this is amazing!”

I was on my back, the nuns all around me. Then one straddled my head. She had a shaved pussy. A tart flavor filled my nose. I groaned as I licked at her. She squirmed on me, her rump plump. It was the Bimbo Superior.