Muscle Bimbo

"Alex, I... well, there really are no words to describe how appalled I am," Professor Sinclair declared, rounding off the small, disjointed, scornful lecture she'd been delivering as she paced around her office.

Lexi just stared at her dumbly from her seat on the far side of Professor Sinclair's desk, in the classroom she'd dragged her to. Her body was still covered in obscene writing and dripping with her own fluids, but Professor Sinclair had given her an oversized jacket and insisted she wrap herself up in it, for modesty's sake. Professor Sinclair, by contrast, was the perfect picture of a middle-aged academic, with her suit jacket, pencil skirt, thick-rimmed glasses, and brunette hair drawn back into a severe ponytail. "Who's Alex?"

Professor Sinclair's hands tensed, and she looked like she was about to tear her own hair out. "You!"

"Oh." Lexi giggled, remembering that she'd already asked that a couple of times. "That's right! But everyone calls me Lexi."

"No! They don't! They- gah!" Professor Sinclair broke off with a frustrated grunt, before recomposing herself. "Your name is not the issue at hand. The issue at hand is the state I found you in, slumped over behind the lecture theater moaning like an animal and looking like... well, I don't want to say it."

Lexi let out a happy sigh, as she was warmed momentarily by the memory of what Cordelia and the rest of the sorority girls had done to her. It had been so good. Sure, she'd been confused at first, but in the end she'd cum so hard. She'd never been used like that before, but now she couldn't wait for it to happen again. Her head was telling her it was a bad idea, but her pussy throbbed at the prospect, and Lexi always listened to her pussy over her head. It wasn't like she was smart enough to ever really know what was best.

"I mean, for God's sake," Professor Sinclair continued, "When I first saw you, I thought anything might have happened! I was so worried, until you made it very clear that you were an enthusiastic participant in... whatever that was."

Lexi giggled and nodded.

"And now," Professor Sinclair said, touching her fingertips to her lined forehead in frustration, "I have to decide what to do with you. According to school policy, for an issue like this I should be contacting the dean, although I haven't the faintest idea what I should tell him. You should know that I would be well within my rights to contact the police. Indecent exposure is a crime, Alex! But part of me thinks I ought to call your parents. I'm sure they'd be very disappointed in you, not to mention worried. I mean... what the hell has happened to you, Alex?"

Lexi giggled again, and twirled a lock of her blonde hair around her fingers. "What do you mean?"

"Well, your hair, for starters!" Professor Sinclair exclaimed.

Lexi frowned, momentarily confused. "Hasn't my hair, like, always been like this?"

"No! Of course not!" For a moment, Lexi tried to figure out what Professor Sinclair meant, before she gave up and let her face relax into a dumb smile again. "Your hair, that makeup, those incredibly revealing clothes I found you with, all of that is completely out of character for you! And your body - well, maybe a bit of exercise has been good for you, but those muscles are quite the change. None of that is against school regulations, precisely, but I cannot imagine that it is unrelated to the other, more troubling aspects of your behavior. I mean, Alex, you used to be one of my favorite students! You were always right there in the front row, eagerly taking notes and raising your hand to answer questions. But then your attendance starting trailing off. You stopped answering my emails. You stopped handing in assignments. Do you even know that you're on academic probation? Do you even care?"

Lexi stared at Professor Sinclair dumbly. "What's, like, academic prob-... probab... probation?"

"Jesus Christ..." Professor Sinclair look at her in horror. "Alex, just tell me, what the hell happened? Why did you stop coming to class? Why did you stop handing in any work?"

"Um..." Lexi scratched her head. When she thought really hard, it was just about possible for her to remember some of the stuff Professor Sinclair was talking about. "It was just, like, so boring."

A vein bulged in Professor Sinclair's forehead. "What?"

"Just, like, yknow. Sitting in class, all that reading, all that writing. It's just, like, soooo dull. So uncool. Why would I wanna, like, read a book, when I could be working on my body instead? And having a cute body means that, like, all kinds of girls are into me. Girls are, like, way more fun than books." Lexi trailed off into a fit of giggles. She felt so silly for explaining all that to Professor Sinclair. The professor was smart, sure, but she was so uptight.

"So," Professor Sinclair began slowly, after a long pause. "You are telling me, Alex, that you completely threw away your promising academic record, just because you wanted to have fun?"

Lexi nodded happily. Maybe Professor Sinclair did understand.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Professor Sinclair snapped.

Lexi blinked, taken aback. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard a professor swear like that before.

"I cannot believe - I refuse to believe - that the Alex I knew would even be so frivolous or stupid! You had goals, Alex. Priorities. How could you just abandon all that? This is the kind of behavior I'd expect from a cheerleader on a sports scholarship, not a bright girl like you."

Lexi squirmed in the uncomfortable chair, withering under the weight of Professor Sinclair's scorn. She felt ashamed and humiliated for reasons she couldn't quite remember, but at the same time, her body was starting to grow hot. She was reminded of the way that Cordelia and her friends has insulted and degraded her as they fucked her. It had been amazing, and their insults had been part of it. They'd made her feel so hot and weak and sensitive, and had driven her pleasure to new heights.

"For god's sake, right now you look like a total... a total slut! Like a regular blonde bimbo!" Lexi squirmed even more. "It's disgraceful. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Professor Sinclair sighed. "Why am I even bothering? If you don't care about your academic status here, there's no reason I should either. I'm reporting you to the dean, along with my recommendation that you be suspended. Perhaps even expelled."

"Expelled..." Lexi echoed. Despite everything, hearing that word was a shock to her system. Dropping out of school was one of her greatest fears. She remembered that now. She couldn't let that happen. Not after all the work she'd put in to get there. She'd worked so hard. Had she worked hard? Lexi wasn't sure. It was so hard to remember. Everything was so foggy. But she knew one thing for sure: she couldn't let herself get expelled. "No, please! Professor Sinclair, I'll do, like, whatever you want, I swear."

"You mean, you actually care about staying? Maybe there's still a little hope for you." The professor seemed surprised, but not displeased. Her lips pursed into a tight expression. "Very well. I just need to see a little effort. Perhaps we can sweep this... unfortunate experience under the rug, and with a little extra credit you can catch up in your classes. We just need to figure out where you left of and what you need to catch up on. Where in the course did you get to before you... got sidetracked?"

"Uh..." Lexi tried as hard as she could to think back, but it was futile. "I, like, don't know."

"Oh. Well, take a look at this textbook." Professor Sinclair picked up a thick book from her desk and handed it to Lexi. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Um..." Lexi looked at the contents page and then flicked through some of the chapters, but none of it was familiar. There were so many pages full of long, complicated words that seemed to blur into each other endlessly. Trying to read it was giving her a headache. "I'm not sure..."

"You're not sure?" Professor Sinclair asked sharply. "How can you not be sure?"

"I'm sorry," Lexi replied, letting out a few nervous giggles.

"Let's try something even simpler." Professor Sinclair was sounding increasingly frustrated. "Alex, look at the words on the blackboard. Do you know what they mean?"

Lexi looked. Just more jargon. It was all meaningless to her. "No..."

Professor Sinclair rubbed her temples with her fingertips. "Alex, those are lecture notes from a 101 class! You covered that material months ago! You aced the class! How can you just have forgotten all that? Are you really that much of an airhead?"

"I... I..." Lexi didn't know what to say. Without realizing it, she started rubbing her legs together. Her body was starting to feel warm again.

"I'd never imagined that I would end up using the word 'stupid' to describe you, of all people," Professor Sinclair continued angrily. "And yet, here we are. You are stupid. Somehow, you, formerly an exemplary student, have become a stupid, dumb, brainless slut. I can't believe this. How can you stand yourself? You're pathetic. Depraved. Does getting fucked really make up for it? Is the sex that good? Huh? Answer me."

"Yes!" Lexi moaned. She was rubbing her legs together faster and faster, and she could feel her thighs growing slick again. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. Professor Sinclair's scorn-laden insults felt so good. They made her head feel so bubbly and light. "S-so good."

Professor Sinclair's face twisted into a mask of utter disgust. "Oh my god," she exclaimed. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

Lexi giggled, and moaned again. It was all she could do not to touch herself. The look of disgust in Professor Sinclair's eyes felt incredible. Lexi felt so ashamed, and it felt so good to embrace that shame, instead of hiding from it as she always had.

"This... this is obscene," Professor Sinclair said, obviously flustered. "I will not indulge this any longer, Alex. Stop... that. I will call the dean immediately. Maybe I'll even have campus security escort you back to your dorm."

Lexi realized she'd fucked up again. She was going to be expelled. As turned on and dumb as she was, she was still afraid of that prospect. She had to do something. Maybe she could do as Professor Sinclair had asked, and prove that she was smart enough and committed enough to continue as a student. Lexi stared at the blackboard again, trying to make sense of what was written on it. The long words and confusing diagrams swirled around in her head like a whirlpool, making her dizzy. Quickly, she sighed and gave up. There was no use. She was simply too dumb. That thought made her giggle, despite the seriousness of her situation. Dumb little Lexi, only good for one thing: sex. That gave her an idea. Lexi looked at Professor Sinclair carefully, a cunning smile on her face. Despite what she had said, Professor Sinclair wasn't calling the dean. Instead, she was simply staring at Lexi, as if mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of her thighs. Lexi understood that she was just a bimbo, but if there was one thing she knew about, it was when people were horny. Professor Sinclair wasn't horny, not yet, but there was a hint of blush in her cheeks, and a look in her eyes that Lexi knew well. A spark of temptation and desire. Lexi could work with that.

"I'm sorry, professor," Lexi moaned, injecting extra sensuality into her arousal-filled voice. "I can't stop. I just can't help myself." Lexi stopped rubbing her thighs together and allowed her legs to fall apart, reaching down with her hand to grind Professor Sinclair's jacket against her needy slit. The whole time she moaned loudly, putting on a perfect performance of being a wanton whore and making sure Professor Sinclair saw every bit of it. Professor Sinclair's eyes went wide with shock and she was clearly aghast at Lexi's shameless display, but she didn't look away.

"Stop that!" Professor Sinclair insisted, after a long pause that undermined the certainty in her voice.

Lexi started to draw back the hem of the jacket, exposing her thighs, still covered with degrading messages. She started stroking the insides of her thighs with her fingertips, noting the way Professor Sinclair's eyes followed. "But professor, I'm just an airhead. A slut. A silly little bimbo." Lexi giggled. "You can't expect me to control myself, can you? I only listen to my pussy."

Professor Sinclair's left eye twitched at the word 'pussy'. She seemed on the verge of both running away and running towards Lexi simultaneously.

"I need it so much," Lexi breathed. She knew that she had Professor Sinclair on the hook. She just needed to keep pushing her, bit by bit. She arched her back and used her other hand to grope her at breast, as her other hand raised the hem of the jacket higher and higher, exposing more and more of her bare skin. She let out an entirely authentic giggle, as the endorphin rush she got from the exhibitionist display she was putting on hit her brain. When she'd woken up that morning, she'd had no idea today was going to be so fun.

"I... you... t-this is outrageous," Professor Sinclair spluttered, her face turning increasingly red.

"I'm just such a naughty bimbo," Lexi moaned, pushing the lust and neediness in her voice to become even more pornographic. "Professor, don't you want to, like, teach me a lesson?"

Professor Sinclair was equal parts appalled and transfixed. Lexi could tell she couldn't look away. Slowly, dumbly, the professor nodded. Lexi slipped a couple of her fingers up underneath her jacket and shivered with pleasure as she started gently stroking her pussy. Professor Sinclair let out a light gasp.

"C'mon professor," Lexi teased. "Don't you want to, like, see a little closer?"

For a long moment, she didn't move, and Lexi started to worry she'd pushed too hard. But then, slowly, Professor Sinclair took a step forward. She moved slowly, zombie-like, almost as if her body was outside of her own control. She was mesmerized by the sight of Lexi's exposed, lewd body, and seemingly unaware of what she herself was doing. Lexi rewarded her by lifting the jacket further with each step Professor Sinclair took, showing off more and more of herself and enticing her professor closer and closer. Only once Professor Sinclair was right in front of her did Lexi unravel the belt holding the two sides of the jacket together around her body and let them fall apart, leaving her little better than naked, with her tits and her pussy completely revealed. Lexi was gratified to see Professor Sinclair's eyes go perfectly round in awe.

"Oops! Lexi giggled. "Clumsy me." She started masturbating in earnest now, eagerly thrusting her fingers inside of herself as she tugged on one of her nipples with her other hand. She'd been thoroughly used and fucked by the sorority girls not long ago, but her pussy was insatiable. Her experience seemed to have only left her more sensitive and eager for more. The pleasure filled her head with blissful pink fog, but she was still attentive enough to notice Professor Sinclair's eyes darting all over her body, reading all the obscene things the sorority girls had written on her. Each one broke her composure a little more. Lexi enjoyed the effect her writhing, undeniably sexy body was having on the middle-aged woman who had been lecturing and insulting her just moments ago. It made her feel powerful. She'd never felt powerful like that before, back when she'd been the good, mousy-haired, boring student Professor Sinclair had been droning on about. She knew she was just a bimbo, but Lexi figured she understood at least one thing Professor Sinclair didn't: being sexy was so much better than being smart.

"How... can you just..." Professor Sinclair mumbled.

"It's, like, easy!" Lexi answered. "I'm just a dumb, slutty little fucktoy!" Professor Sinclair's nostrils flared. Lexi giggled and let her tongue loll out of her mouth for a moment, and she bent forward and used a hand to press her tits together. "Don't you wanna play with me?"

Professor Sinclair didn't answer, but the look in her eyes made it plain exactly what she wanted. Lexi had never seen her professor with such a fire of raw hunger in her eyes. Professor Sinclair was obsessed with her, obsessed with what had happened to her, and that obsession, along with her disgust, was fueling her arousal. She couldn't look away. She couldn't stop herself moving closer. Lexi would exploit that as much as she could.

"Closer," Lexi moaned softly, enticingly. "Don't you want to, like, see what you can do to me?"

Professor Sinclair sank to her knees, bit by bit, until her head was level with Lexi's waist. Lexi spread her legs wider, making sure that she could see everything she wanted to see, and then she returned to pleasuring herself in earnest. One hand rubbed earnestly around the lips of her sopping cunt, whilst with the other she vigorously fucked herself with three fingers as her thumb stimulated her clit. She made sure that Professor Sinclair could see it all. Lexi felt like a stripper putting on a show, and it was turning her on so much. Her moaning and her giggling blended together, making her sound like every bit the brainless whore she knew she was. In Professor Sinclair's face, she could see every little reaction to every little thing she did with her body - every moan, every gyration and roll of her hips, each time she pleasured herself with her tits or buried her hand to the hilt in her pussy. From the way Professor Sinclair was shifting her body, Lexi could tell she was incredibly aroused. Lexi badly wanted to bury her face between the professor's legs, just to see how completely she could corrupt the stuffy, middle-aged academic.

"Touch me," Lexi begged, once she judged the moment was right. "Please, Professor Sinclair, I need you to touch me. I need you to fuck me."

Slowly, the professor lifted one of her hands, gradually outstretching it towards Lexi. It was as if she was at war with herself, her willpower fighting against her last remaining vestiges of decency and professionalism. Lexi knew it was a losing battle. Professor Sinclair was out of her depth. Lexi was almost certain she'd never been so turned on, and she was probably telling herself she had already gone too far for it to be worth turning back. Lexi couldn't wait to show her how much further she had to go. It would be so easy to lead her. The complicated words written on the blackboard of the classroom no longer made any sense to her, but she'd become an expert at temptation and sex. All she had to do was keep touching herself as Professor Sinclair's fingers inched closer to her flushed skin.

When Professor Sinclair finally touched her, grazing her fingertips across her toned thigh, Lexi let out a loud gasp. It wasn't fake. As good as her own fingers felt, the touch of another was always better. Masturbation wasn't enough to sate her. She needed to be fucked. A touch - any touch - was enough to send her arousal into overdrive. Professor Sinclair almost drew back at Lexi's wanton reaction, but she stilled herself. Clearly the touch was just as intoxicating to her as it had been to Lexi. The woman started stroking along her thigh, exploring her. She was tentative at first, but her confidence, or perhaps her need, was swiftly growing. Lexi made sure to encourage her with her moans as Professor Sinclair's touch inched higher, towards her pussy. She noticed, though, that most of all, the professor seemed enthralled by the lines of powerful musculature that covered her form, the results of so many hours dedicated training at the gym.

"Oh you like that, professor? You like your little muscle slut?" Lexi giggled. "This is, like, what I was doing all those hours I was missing your classes. Working on my body. It was, like, so much more fun."