The Nihilist

 9/25

This caption features the Bimbo Note and is a follow up to this recent Flashback Friday

Azalea knew how to drip honey. She knew how to move her body, what faces to pull and exactly what to say to captivate her audience and turn them into a sticky mess. These were skills that made her such an enticing attraction on OnlyFemmes. Men would pay good money to satisfy their sweet-tooth with a custom video or a private stream and she knew exactly how to keep them coming back for more.

Today's mark was a rather buff looking nerd and Azalea gazed hypnotically at him down the lens of her tripod mounted camera. On her laptop screen, the man sat on a bed with his legs spread wide slowly stroked a large cock as she swayed her hips gently in her black latex catsuit. Slowly, she eased down the zipper on the front of her outfit, removed one of her fleshy round breasts and began to massage the pierced nipple. The man's tongue lolled out and his hand picked up speed. Azalea moved her gloved fingers to her mouth and one by one suckled them with her plump pink lips while expertly gliding the zipper further down. The other breast plopped free and she replaced her fingers with the newly liberated bosom, gnashing lightly at it with perfect white teeth.

Finally, the zipper snapped just below the naval and Azalea looked down at it with coy surprise. A flick of her eyes towards the screen told her that the man was beating frantically now and she slipped her rubber clad fingers beneath her catsuit and began to rotate. She would need to be quick.

Azalea moaned loudly, her hips thrusting spasmodically towards the camera to the crackle of her latex catsuit. She opened her eyes as wide as they would go and let them roll back into her head. Her audience didn't even seem to notice this little embellishment and she realised he must be getting close.

"Quick," she cried through panted breaths, "tell me your name! I want to scream it while I cum my brains out looking at your cock. The man duely obliged and Azalea instantly regained composure and removed her hand from between her legs.

Ignoring her customer's obvious confusion, she coolly picked up the Bimbo Note from next to the laptop and scrawled the name on the first available clean page. On the laptop screen, the stunned man watched in horror as his erect dick shrank from his grasp and disappeared into his body. He gained curves and breasts and pink satin appeared and wrapped itself around his body. Stockings and then boots creeped up his legs and long hair fell over bare delicate shoulders. The finishing touch, a slutty heart shaped choker manifested around his neck just in time for the newly formed bimbo to begin twiddling a lock of hair – a vacant look on her heavily painted face.

Azalea glanced at the Bimbo note at her side and then at the empty vessel of femininity on her laptop. The honey was gone, only a cold stare remained as she returned her hand inside her catsuit and began to finger herself for real.