Five Nights With Bimbos 2

NIght 2: Chica

The day before.

Mike couldn't sleep calmly despite his severe fatigue. Curled up in his musky room lying underneath his bedsheet, his manliness cultivating like the shelter of a monster, he daydreamed vividly, echoing the scandalous events that had taken place, slowly stroking his monstrous cock as he figured out what to do before work.

For the new Nightwatchman Mike Schmitt, last night was almost a dream. It was almost unreal, remembering the pleasure of having the juicy tits of Bonnie squeezing the last drops of his cum out of his during the blackout. The thrill of thrusting his sloppy wet meat inside the heated dripping pussy while she was under the door. The sensations he felt pounding Bonnie was something he could not forget, should never forget. He wondered if he could extend the contract for working there, even until the weekend. He sighed as he reluctantly got out of his bed and got ready for his day.

Sifting through the piles of clothing he had been stacking for weeks, he would have remembered that the belts he used to strap his manly shaft to his leg were still at the restaurant. Cursing under his lips, he went over to a chest of drawers to grab out a couple of spare belts. He grunted as he strapped his home-wrecking dick to his left leg before changing into his uniform. The shirt was crusty up with sweat and the splattering of cum from the night before. He paused before sliding his clothes on. It was his reminder that the events of last night took place.

Buttoning himself up barely, he left his bedroom and went downstairs to cook himself a meal. Checking the fridge, he smiled as he pulled out his usual breakfast items, a hearty full English breakfast. It was this type of breakfast that he did almost religiously, achieving his manly musky girth. While he had no one to share with it, it made him smile, knowing that it achieves things despite his nature. After his indulgent breakfast, he puts his dishes into the dishwasher to wash as he heads out, grabbing his football jacket along with his torch and locking his door behind him as he gets in his car to have some fun browsing before work. It was one of the few occasions he was looking to go to work.

11:55pm

Just before his shift started, Mike Schmitt entered the establishment with an air of caution. He hadn't cleaned up the mess, so he was planning for the worst, expecting the manager to fire him as he walked through the door. A chill went down his spine as the door closed after that chilling warning from last night's phone call. Turning on his torch to look around while he made this way to his post, he paused as he noticed how clean the corridor was, like the events of last night never happened. A moment of uncomfortable relief washed over Mike as he continued to the security room.

"Who in their right mind would..." Mike thought to himself as she walked over the spot where he milked ravenously before. He pondered if the janitor or a more sinister was planning to blackmail him for something. He shook his head quickly, swatting the sense of dread from his mind as he walked into the security room.

The activation instructions were simple enough after doing it once. Mike flipped the switches on, starting up the security camera screens to get a view of the restaurant from the chair. Clicking through the cameras, he would stop at the stage, looking over the new animatronics; they were still mesmerizing with their proportions. After looking closer, Mike noticed that Bonnie didn't have the cum balloon he gave her, but he chuckled softly, knowing that someone had to clean up for him.

He sat back and relaxed, humming to himself as he watched over the stage closely, patting his dick under the trousers. He felt like today was going to be as good as yesterday.

Then his mood was stifled by the sound of the phone going off. After a couple of rings, the pre-recorded message from the co-worker would begin to play.

"Uh, hello, hello, uh, well, if you're hearing this: then you made it to day two, congrats!"

Mike rolls his eyes; that guy made it sound like he was going to die night one. Then he considered what happened between him and Bonnie; if it were anyone else, they'd likely be dead. He shrugged off the comment before listening again.

"I won't talk as long this since Freddie and her friends tend to become more active as the week progresses."

Mike turned to the phone then back at the cameras with interest. If they were going to be more active, he would need something to keep them occupied enough to keep himself from getting broken in and dragged away.

"Uh, it might be best to peak at those cameras while I talked, just to make sure that everyone is in their proper place."

He nodded as he checked the stage camera, counting the three thick juicy animatronics still on the stage.

"Interestingly enough, Freddie didn't come off the stage that often, but I heard she will be more active in the dark though, so hey, I guess that's one more reason to not run out of power."

Mike thought about this for a short moment; he was lucky yesterday, only having to handle Bonnie and her horny hops.

"I also want to..."

Mike clicked the phone message off, sighing to himself. He was now bored once more, staring at the array of hot knockers that were unnaturally still on stage. Their poses caught so much allure and life in them as they did before.

It was going to be a draining job on the outlook until something happened, so Mike decided he might as well enjoy the freedom he got. Unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers and pants again, unstrapping his hefty cock from his leg. He tucked the straps into his jacket, zipping up the pocket before tossing the coat on the ground by the right door. He sighed with relief as he let his ball droop naturally rather than caging them up. Stroked his meat gently, as if rustling up the courage to get hard once more, he started thinking up images of a busty amazonian woman twerking in front of him, the motions that make any man drool. He quickly swiped up his phone, starting to look at the various apps on his phone to look over his desires.

2:00 am

Mike would be being nonchalant about his time in the office. He knew he enjoyed the apps, but he felt desensitized to the images on his phone. Mike was stroking his throbbing meat with his right hand, humming with a dissatisfied look on his face. What would he need to do to have some fun during his shift?

Deep down, Mike truly knew but also understood that he only made it out because he was lucky: to have another round with those beautiful bubbly body sex dolls would be blissful. The phone guy mentioned that a usual encounter would be his demise, otherwise, he would have gone up to the stage and fucked them all night.

He sighed as he rolled his chair back to the desk.

As he rolled over to the desk, he would hear the buzz sound of white noise as the screen flickered as if losing the signal. He would tap the screen as the white noise stopped. He blinked as he looked over the stage camera, one of the animatronic designated as Chica was not there anymore.

From the right door, he heard the clattering of metal. The cacophony of sounds was faint but unmistakably like metal clattering on the ground. He flipped through the cameras to find the source. Mike stopped at the Kitchen camera, there was no visual, but the sounds of activity were loudest from this room.

Listening in to the audio, he was intrigued by the commotion. The clattering of metal had stopped, but there was a wince of pain underneath the percussion of thick body proportions. He could imagine the juicy thighs spread after falling over. Mike smirked as he continued to listen.

"Oh, how clumsy of me." Is the voice Mike heard from the camera, "Where did they put them Cupcakes? The new friend should have one. I think they'd love it." Mike continued to watch with amusement. The clicking of her heels, the clap of juicy thickness as she walked around, the sounds of moving cupboards as she was searching for the supposed cupcakes. He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing all the compromising positions Chica was putting her into in the dark. Her jiggly melons wobbled back and forth as she reached down for something. Her thunder-clapping ass squeezed under the skin-tight leather outfit as she got herself stuck in a cupboard, inviting people to drive their cocks inside and use her.

Mike started to stroke his meaty cock again, not needing a visual to imagine dominating the bimbo bird. He turned back to continue to jack off his monster when he heard a gasp of surprise!

"There they are! Finally found them!" There was the sound of a box getting grabbed while something metal clanged again, "I wonder if this will be enough for them. They used a lot of energy last night..."

Mike turned back around in shock, "They remember me?" He felt a cold sweat breaking. His luck was going to run out; a freezing chill went through in his bones. Despite his fear, he could not have a harder erection. The implication of witnesses meant that something was brewing up.

With the sound of gentle humming, he heard the sounds of soft things placed on metal followed by the soft scrape of a tray retrieved from a table. "Let's give me the cupcakes!" Then by the heavy click-clack of high heels and the delicious sound of breasts and ass clapping as they exited the room.

Mike then realized where Chica was going; she was coming straight to the security! Alarmed by the sudden approach, Mike calmed himself as he pressed the door buttons to let the doors come down. Mike didn't know if they had a preferred method of entry; he didn't want to be careless.

After a couple of seconds, he could hear the familiar sound of the clicking of high heels on the floor, the percussive hymn of her thick breasts and ass clapping together, eager to please. Chica was approaching at a quick pace. He caught her joyful skipping on the cameras, barely seeing her yellow amazonian physique as she went past.

As she got close to the door, she chirped out, "Oh friend! Friend! I have something for y..." She eeped as she began to fall over. Mike only saw a blur of yellow through the side window before there was a clattering of a metal tray and the meaty thud of someone falling over.

"Owie, I'm just too clumsy." She sighed out.

Mike took the opportunity to peer out of the small side window, turning on the light to get a good look. In the flickering light, the first part he saw of the collapse of the Bird bimbo was her dump truck rear that wobbled as if it was in an earthquake, her skin-tight leather pants, showing off the most of her plump thickness while leaving the cameltoe in view. Her titanic tits were squashed her body, spreading like a set of thick milk sacks.

Chica would get to her knees slowly from her compromisingly prone position. The bounciness of her boobs was evident as they wobbled, not remaining in place as they rose off the ground. Looking at her lips, they were thick and luscious. She flicked the hair from her eyes and looked in shock at the mess she had made.

"Oh no! The cupcakes, How could I trip at a time like this? Stupid Chica."

She looked over the door, not noticing that Mike was watching from the window. She got up quickly, gathering the fallen cakes and the tray, juicy thick ass in full view of him as she picked them up off the ground. "Don't worry! I'll go get some more!" She would then start to skip on her way back, her body clapping and bouncing as she hopped away.

He sighed as he re-opened the doors, glancing over to the battery level. He only had forty percent battery left.

4:00 am

Mike had been more observant in the last couple of hours, though his throbbing erection got in the way of his focus. He wasn't in a position to get himself to jack off, especially as the juicy bimbo was still active. She was clattering around the kitchen, her clumsy steps, her thick assets clapping together like the beat of a siren's song. He kept the kitchen camera on active as he slowly stroked his rock-hard cock, grabbing his headphones from the desk to slot into his phone to listen to some beats. He zoned out for a few short minutes, listening to the soundtrack of his favorite erotic nightclub. The bass was heavily helping him zone out as he left the doors open to save power.

There was a set of beautiful clapping he could hear that went well with the music. He hadn't noticed the source of the sound when suddenly he spotted Chica at the corner of his eye, coming around the corner, quickly tried to reach for the door button, but he was too late, Chica had gotten into the room her tits bouncing wildly in front of him as she approached. It was then that her foot got caught on his jacket. She lost balance, waving her arms helpless as she fell forward, the tray of new cupcakes she brought scattering across the room. Her luscious beak-styled mouth was agape as she tripped. She landed at Mike's feet, her mouth now impaled and filled by Mike's throbbing cock.

Chica tried to garble an apology as she pulled away. However, Mike was grinning like a man who won the lottery. He grasped the bird bimbo's thick yellow hair sliding his cock deeper into her mouth, "I think you'll be better here, Pretty bird." Standing up while grabbing Chica's crop top. He pinned her against the wall as he thrust his needy cock into her coated maw.

Her crop top got lifted, unveiling her erected nipples as they got free from their leather cage. Mike had rolled her over from her knees to sit on her bubble butt, her legs spread, stretching her short shorts to the point that the indent of her cameltoe was easy to see in the lighting. Mike moved his hips in a ravenous motion, his cock pleasured by the insides of Chica's mouth.

Mike's musk started to emanate from his muscular body as he dominated the Bird bimbo with a pent-up passion. Her insides were warm and well lubricated; he had shivers of pleasure crawl down his spine as he pounded his cock into her, not hesitating to deep-throat her. He looked over at his clock, it was only half four in the morning according to the cock. He smirked as he looked down at Chica with an evil grin.

"Better be ready, I've got plenty of time to mark you too." Mike chuckled as he resumed his perverted hip thrusts. Chica's voice was that of shock almost in protest until a few minutes later it was like a part of her brain was shut down, the gasps became moans as she gingerly started to join in, lift her hands to stroke the rest of the cock that hadn't gotten into the mouth whilst the other massaged his balls. This playful involvement stopped when Mike dragged her back to properly grab her head, pulling her further onto his cock until his throbbing shaft was fully hilted into her. Chica gagged a couple of times but Mike didn't hesitate to continue jamming his cock into her throat. His sweaty dripping balls slapped against her breasts as he marked her mouth as the first place to be claimed by him.

Mike barked out down to Chica, "Do you like that, do you like getting pumped by a thick meaty dick!" Chica gave a muffled reply as he ignored her, ramming this throbbing cock in and out of her like a meaty piston. His breath became heavier as he felt the pressure of pleasure surge from his crotch. He pinned Chica against the wall once more, "Oh yeah... That's it take all of my juicy cum. He grunted hard, his cock erupting with cum as it sprayed into Chica's throat. he sighed with pleasure as he lets the last of his orgasm drip out of him as he pulled out.

Chica was coughing up cum as Mike pulled out his cock from her now used mouth. Excess cum in her mouth spluttered up, coating her top with the hot white sticky mess. She was almost in a daze of pleasure as she tried to process what occurred.

Mike let his cock droop for a moment, drooling her the ruined crop top and her exposed jiggling breasts. He grabbed Chica by the crop top, forcing her to stand up. She used the window to help herself up to avoid ripping her shirt. Mike gave the bimbo bird a good look before shoving her to the table, making her bend over.

Chica spoke out quickly, "Wait, friend! Isn't this ah!" Her sentence was cut off as Mike smacked Chica's thick ass cheek, the ripples of his slapping wobbled over Chica's thickness as Mike dragged her shorts down, unveiling her dripping wet. Chica eeped as she felt him crouching down, toying with her replicant pussy with an ominous chuckle.

"How could I say no to a lady in heat..." He gave the bird bimbo's another meaty slap, the pleasured gasp in response rolled out of Chica's thick lips as she quivered from the teasing, "You're dripping wet, you must have been listening to Bonnie.

Chica would blush, "I didn't I swear I didn't mister..." She looked back at Mike, almost teary with how she's been teased. Her juicy ass cheeks were still quivering and jiggling from the slaps, it was almost like her body had two forms of language.

He only listened to the one begging him to break her in like the bitch she was. He stood up fully, pressing his hand onto her fuzzy back as he pinned her to the table while using his other hand to rub his erecting cock before guiding it into the tight wet slot of Chica's inviting pussy.

Chica softly gasped as she felt him stretch her insides with his imposing length girth. Mike hummed with pleasure, ramming his length inside of her. He pounded into her warmness with the thrusting of a jackhammer.

Chica held onto the table, moaning into the wood as she was fucked ruthlessly by Mike. Her ass cheeks clapped for him in a twisted more of encouragement, the juices of pleasure dripped from her penetrated pussy down her wobbling thighs.

Mike grabbed Chica's hair from the back, lifting her slightly off the table so he could watch her tits bounce around while he was railing her sloppy wet pussy with a perverse vigor. He continued his pounding motions, humming out with pleasure as his cock was massaged by Chica's insides. he could feel his ball throbbing with pleasure as the passion between them began more heated.

Mike slowed his pace only a little so he could grab Chica's leg, lifting it high and pressing it against his messy shirt while rolling her over, letting the mountain melons go wild, bouncing around as he thrust harder and more aggressively into the Bird bimbo.

Chica panted and moaned as she was getting railed by mike, she watched as the shaft of his cock was shoved in and out of her pussy, the stimulation made her drool immensely, "Oh yes... Your dick is so big. I fell so full..."

Mike laughed as he heard that, "Best get ready then..." His thrusts got faster as his throbbing cock was almost pulsating with pressure. He groped one of Chica's juicy melon tits, squeezing it in his palm as he felt the pleasure build up inside him, "Because I'm cumming hard!" She grunted hard once more as he pinned Chica down. His cum gushed out of his cock again. Holding his cock up to a full hilt inside Chica he breathed out he stroked he rubbed Chica's thick ass cheek, massaging it as his cock was still getting drained. After a long orgasmic minute, Mike had finished depositing him cum, leaving Chica with a hefty belly bulge.

Mike pulled out his cock slowly, enjoying the sight of his cum drooling out of Chica's pussy as she twitched on the desk, absorbed in her pleasure. He noticed the cupcakes that had been scattered by Chica's accident; they were simple in design, a rather large circular cupcake with pink icing on the top. He gave it a gentle sniff, it wasn't out of date. Almost fresh.

He took a bite out of the cupcake, it had a sweet flavor to it, he swallowed gently before taking another bite. It was then he felt sudden ill, he rushed out of the security room to the restroom to quickly sort himself out before the end of shift.

A change of scene

Mike stumbled into the restroom, bursting open the door swiftly before swiftly making his way to a bathroom stall. The area looked spotless but felt abandoned, like a new attraction that got canceled at the last minute. He locked the door behind him as he started to relieve his body. Whatever he had in that cupcake had made this body upset at him. The worst part was that his cock was getting harder. Mike didn't know what was in them though he knew that his body had gotten aroused by whatever chemical he swallowed.

Once he wiped himself, he sighed with relief. He went to wash his hands when suddenly the lights had gone out. The darkness sent a chill down his spine as he heard the sound of the restroom door open from behind. He looked back to see a set of ominous pair of glowing eyes enter the room, he pressed himself against the sink sensing his doom was here. Chica approached Mike the clapping of her ass and tits the clicking of her high heels were loud as she was getting close to him before falling to her knees, "Such a strong musk you have, it smells so captivating..." Mike would shiver as he felt a tongue across his cock before it was grabbed and tucked between a pair of meaty pillows. A breath rolled out of Mike's lips as he felt the rub and squishing sensation of what he guessed was Chica's voluptuous tits entrapping his monstrous shaft.

"Your Dick is so thick manly, I'll have to compare to the others I'll be trying to."

Mike's body quivered in pleasure as he kept still letting Chica have her fun while avoiding any question, he smirking thinking that his musk must've won her over like how it was with bonnie. He stroked her hair using Chica's glowing eyes as a reference point as Chica rubbed her tits all over Mike's musky cock.

Chica's motions and frictions were an amazing feeling; his cock was getting to the stage of throbbing once more as they were sandwiched between her lust mounds, the wetness of milk coating them as she squeezed and made them work. Mike's erection started to rise, this shifted her posture from above the cock to below the cock her eyes close to his tip as what felt her tongue coiled around the tip of his meaty cock.

Mike looked into Chica's eyes once more as she started to rub more intensely, he tightened his hands on the table as he felt the need to cum simmering in his monstrous balls.

"Oh yeah, that's it, right there, get me to cum with your juicy melons..." He panted up as he was getting close to his third orgasm of the night. He roared out with pleasure as he started to cum all over Chica's shrouded face, she stumbled back letting the tide of ropy cum coat her bouncing breasts in the process. His dick quivered from the pleasure of release as he looked into the darkness, watching the movement of the eyes.

Chica would have carefully got herself up, cooing towards Mike, "So how cum... I wonder if you have anymore mister..." Chica had turned around the distinct sound of goo dripping from her pussy was loud in the silent room. Mike decided to man up, sliding off the desk as he spat into his palm, rubbing his meaty dick with more liquid as he stepped closer he reached out firmly grasping something juicy and thick, he licked her lips as he guided his massive cock between the two lumps of thickness finding a hole and thrust hard.

A pleasured gasp of shock came from Chica as he railed her in the other hole she had arched her back to which Mike used the opportunity and grab her by the hair as he started to break into the last hole he had found. Chica was moaning with pleasure as her thickness clapped in many ways, one beats between their thighs, her ass cheeks as they rippled, and her bountiful breasts as they bounced around. Chica placed her hands on the wall to maintain her posture as she was filled by Mike's stretching girth her belly was swollen as well the motion of the cum inside her had a pleasure to it that she couldn't resist.

Mike continued his savage instincts as he shoved as meat into the Bimbo Bird, gripping her ass cheek as well to get a firm hold on her as he thrust in and out like a beast in mating season. His insides of her were as sensational as the others he broke in, he wanted more, it was like an internal craving.

With a growling grunt, he pressed the rest of Chica's body to the wall, pressing her breasts against the lukewarm surface, yanking her hair back to make her arch her back further with a masochistic moan as he continued to get deeper, wetness dripping between their legs.

"You're so big, so manly, it's getting too much I'm gonna cum..." She would gasp out as her insides would compress around Mike's cock, squeezing it off its last surge of cum.

Mike grunted and roars, "Fuck! You're squeezing me too hard you whore! A-argh!" he pinned Chica to the wall as he started to cum deep inside her. He felt a shock go up his spine was another surge of pleasure through him, making with release more cum than before. He moaned out as his cock was milked by Chica's insides, the cum flooding the bird bimbo's holes in a hot sticky wave. The pleasure that coursed through his body continued for a long pleasurably agonizing couple of minutes until he was empty. He certainly left her with a cum balloon up to her knees. He was out of breath though, he left Chica collapse to the ground, she was rubbing her belly while her muttering words of pleasure. He had heard the ding of the morning bell and that is when reality hit Mike.

6:00 am

Mike left the restroom with a brisk walk, leaving Chica to her morning protocols. He went to the security room and snatched up his belongings. He was making sure this time that nothing was left behind in a rush to leave the building. He re-strapped his exhausted but satisfied cock to his leg, wiping off the drooling cum to not leave a trail. He grabbed with phone, headphones and put them in his jacket for safe-keeping. He then grabbed one of the cupcakes that Chica had left. It was a mystery, it was a powerful sex drug for sure in his mind but why did a restaurant have these already in stock.

Mike shoved the cupcake into his left pocket after slipping on his jacket. He went over to the signout board, scribbling his name for signout before making his way out of the back of the building. He would take a stroll on his way to his car. Unlocking the car with his keys, he swiftly opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

He breathed out with relief, holding his head as if he was having a headache. He closed the car door. Placing his head on the steering wheel for just a moment so he can recover. He shook himself to focus before starting his car and driving to a family diner. He needed a drink and badly.

As he drove out of the car park, he would drive past a car that was there yesterday, the man within the car had his gaze set upon him as he left.