The Students of Bimbo Academy (Cheesecake&xxplaywithmexx)

[Cheesecake]

This place was supposed to have turned Amy in to the perfect woman. Her parents were fed up with her rebellious attitude, fed up that she stayed out until four o'clock in the morning and got drunk and smoked through a near-unlimited amount of cigarettes every day. They were worried that she had more one-night stands under her belt that she could, but that simply wasn't true. Fucking a different guy every week wasn't something that she was interested in.

So when the dark-haired eighteen year old arrived at this boarding school, it took a while for things to sink in. Saying she was surprised at what they told her was the understatement of the century. Apparently, in order to turn her in to the "perfect, well-behaved woman"... she had to surrender every bit of dignity she had left, and willingly turn herself in to the very thing her parents were worried she already was... a whore!

Amy quickly said no, but it didn't take her long to realise that going home wasn't an option. That she was stuck here... for as many years and semesters as it took until she was a sex-craved bimbo whose sole purposes in life were to breed children and do what her man wanted her to do. She was starting to think that the only way to actually get out of this... was to play along with their game. Maybe if she pretended to them she was a whore, then they'd let her go?

The 9am bell rang, and Amy rolled her eyes. Everyone else was in class except for her. She had slept in as usual, and was casually strolling down the empty corridors towards her first class. Amy would soon learn that hard way that being a little rebel wasn't going to work here. At quarter past nine, she opened the door to her class and began to wander over to her seat. "Slept in." She said without a care.

 

[xxplaywithmexx]

It was only fifteen minutes into the class and each girl already had a dildo in front of them. Some held them, looked them over, accepting the subject of the class. Others didn’t even dare touch them. It was likely they were just as green as the student wondering late into Mr. Scott’s class. Whatever talk he was in the middle of giving to the rest of the girls was cut to a halt and silence filled the room until the teacher cleared his throat. “And it seems we have our first volunteer, class.” He spoke with a knowing smirk crossing his handsome, young, features. It looked to be dream job, to be sure.

Fellatio was the subject of the day and the first fifteen minutes were spent going over the basics in pleasing a man orally. Mr. Scott glanced back on the desk he was leaning against, tilting his head to read the attendance sheet and attach a name to the tardy girl. Turning back, he smiled to her. “You must be Amy then. The only one to not show up on time today.” Some students shot her glances; others appeared to care nothing for the situation. “I want you to come on up here, Amy. Help out with a little demonstration, if you will.” His tone was casual as he took his hands to the front of his khakis.

After a second undoing his belt, he moved to unbutton his pants, followed by the tug of his zipper downward, dropping his pants around his ankles without a look of shame or embarrassment. The yellow and white plaid shirt he wore was pulled over his head next and laid neatly against the desk behind him. Mr. Scott was a physically fit, impressively well-endowed, man. He was shaved of any pubic hair, perhaps for an unobstructed teaching process. There wasn’t a trace of facial hair on him and he wore thin reading glasses, though looked far too young to need them. His hair was kept short and basic. Aside for his pants being dropped in front of the class, he could pass as a teacher in any situation.

“Go ahead and leave your things at your desk. Using only your mouth, Amy, bring me to a climax. If you can manage something decent enough with those pretty lips of yours, I’ll consider letting this tardiness slide without mentioning it to the dean.” Still leaning slightly against the desk, now he waited, curious if she would accept an easy way out or deal with the punishment the higher-ups would end up giving her—something worse than this, he was sure.