Her Bimbo's First Car Wash (2/2)

Here is a little sequel to a recent caption: Here

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A month had passed, and he still wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to do it again.

Maybe it was the memory of Jessica riding him breathless that night, whispering how proud she was of her sexy little slut. Or maybe it was the dull ache of the cage she’d locked back on afterward—and the quiet hope that if he did really well this time, she might take it off again.

Either way, here he was again—perched nervously in the same pink salon chair, bare legs crossed tightly, heart pounding.

The routine had become familiar—waxing every inch until his skin was porcelain-smooth, gluing on long nude nails with a soft glossy finish, bleached curls styled into glossy platinum waves with a little black bow perched on top. His makeup was full bimbo again—bronze eyeshadow, thick lashes, and shiny pink gloss slicked over his lips. The breast forms were even bigger this time, pressed firmly against his chest, already shifting with each breath.

The outfit came next—somehow even worse than last time. A black vinyl monokini, so tight it molded to his curves and pushed his fat tits up into an obscene, bouncing display. The cut was absurdly narrow, dipping low and high in all the wrong places, leaving him feeling exposed from every angle. The six-inch stilettos matched perfectly, sleek and black, forcing him to teeter with every step.

By the time they reached the fundraiser, his small, caged penis was already throbbing, the tight vinyl pressing against it with every step. Jessica and the other girls were already stretched out in folding chairs near the entrance, sipping lemonade like queens, laughing and cheering as the first cars pulled in—making a show of their favorite little bimbo.

It was busier this time. Way busier. Dozens of cars lined up, drivers hanging out their windows, waving cash and calling out lewd comments.

He posed. He bent. He giggled. He scrubbed cars with his barely-covered ass swaying shamelessly in the air, tits bouncing, lips parted in a helpless little pout. The donations flowed fast.

There were only a few cars left in line, and he was just starting to relax when he slipped in his heels—stumbling right into the side of the expensive-looking car he was washing, leaving a long, obvious scratch.

“You stupid bimbo! Look what you did to my f*cking paint!” the driver snapped from behind the wheel, his voice sharp and furious.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” he stammered, voice shaking.

“How are you gonna pay for this, huh?” the man barked.

His heart pounded, panic rising. He was worried they’d lose the donations—maybe even more. And if Jessica was angry, she wouldn’t hesitate to keep him caged for months.

Swallowing his pride, he leaned into the car, pushing out his tits and giving the man his best pout. “I... I can make it up to you,” he said softly, his voice low and sultry.

The man stared. Then, slowly, slid back into the driver’s seat, unbuckling his belt. “You’d better be worth it, slut.”

He blinked as the man’s cock sprang free—thick, hard, and already twitching. His breath caught, cheeks burning as he leaned in, the shame prickling down his spine.

He could barely reach, even in his heels, wobbling on tiptoes as he leaned into the man’s lap. His glossy lips parted timidly, wrapping around the thick, hard shaft and slowly sucking just the head. The man grunted, clearly unimpressed. “You’ll need to do better than that,” he said, gripping the back of his head and pushing him down lower.

His cheeks burned as he sucked harder, hollowing them around the thick shaft as he bobbed up and down. His glossy lips slid tightly over the length, lashes fluttering each time he sank lower. He whimpered softly, struggling to keep his balance in his heels, each motion drawing another low grunt from the man above him.

Then came the final push—his head shoved down to the base, his throat stretching painfully wide as hot cum spilled deep into his throat. He gulped, unable to stop, the sound of slurping filling the car.

As the day finally wrapped up, he sat quietly in the passenger seat, legs pressed together, the taste of the man’s cum still clinging stubbornly to the back of his throat. His lips were smeared, his throat sore, and every bump in the road made his cage throb harder.

Jessica drove with one hand on the wheel, sunglasses on, a lazy smirk curling at her lips.

“You enjoy your little snack, baby?” she said with a smirk. “You looked so hungry leaning into that guy’s car like that.”

He blushed furiously, eyes locked on the floor, heart pounding harder with every word.

She gave a soft chuckle. “Maybe we should add blowjobs to the service list next time. I bet we’d raise so much more money.”