Bimbo Academy- The Complete Series

by Jen Eastwood

  The full force of my muscles bounced the shoe off her ass, almost sending it flying out of my grip. It only pissed me off. New copies of the tread pattern stuck with each strike until Anya's ass looked like two cherries pushed together.

  I let go of the belt. Anya surged forward and choked for breath. Before she could get a full one, I put what strength I had left in that arm into one final pop.

  Anya finally screamed, letting it trail off in to sputtering and sobbing. She tried pulling the loop from around her neck as I stood.

  I jerked my end of the leather back and stood behind Anya. She rose up to stand in front of me. I gave her a quick tap with my hand and loosened my pull.

  She gave a quick sob and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. The black streak trailing up her forearm told me the kind of wreck I 'd made of her. “It is so painful.”

  I pushed her forward again.

  Anya got one last bit in before I gave the belt another tug. “And I am so proud of you for it.”

  Stubborn little whore. I had the belt so tight you could pluck a note on it. My shirt came off with one hand until I had to let go of the belt to get it off my arm, giving Anya another chance to hoard precious air.

  I dropped my boxers and squared her ass up, making sure my hands smacked against her in the process. My soldier was ready for the first invasion of Russian territory to succeed. The tip slid along the neat, bald line of her cunt.

  Anya backed into me. The gush inside her made it easy to slam home. As my waist cracked against her ass, Anya realized her mistake in thinking it would be without pain.

  I leaned into her ear, almost growling as I ordered, “You'd better make yourself come, and fast.”

  Anya's lips parted like she was about to ask, “Why?”

  I took the belt in my teeth, freeing my hands. One went against her back, the other pulling against a copious amounts of blonde.

  She was vertical again, trying her damnedest to rub her clit. Every crash against her tender ass and breath denied motivated her more than a generous pay scale.

  As Anya's neck craned back over my shoulder, I had to jerk my head to the left to keep tension on the belt. The wheezing sound from her mouth told me I needed to pull harder.

  And that, in turn, let Anya know I expected more effort. Her body shook with the fury she was expressing down below, all through one elbow.

  I pushed the hand with her hair against Anya's back, freeing the other one to join her own up front. My fingers joined in as I kept slamming away from behind.

  It came to a head with the warning of a lightning strike. Anya stiffened against my body.

  I pulled my head left as hard as I could. Her cunt pulsed around my cock before seizing to the point I couldn't back out.

  The force of Anya's climax jerked her forward. The belt slipped from my bite, gifting her the first oxygen she'd had in over a minute.

  Letting go completely, I watched her come on my shaft and sputter. If I could have broke free inside that trap of a pussy, giving another round of thrusts would have finished me off at the same time.

  I bent over to unhook Anya's bra. It felt like a shame that I hadn't seen her tits yet, considering what I'd already done to her. The only hard part was getting hold of it as Anya almost vibrated in place.

  My dick felt a tiny slip. I pulled back, enough tension left inside her to make it difficult. Once I had finally extracted myself, I gave Anya a quick shove.

  Her cheeks and jaw were striped with runs of mascara as Anya rolled onto her side. The full beauty of her ample breasts heaving with each gasp was a sight worth traveling for. But the weird part was in her eyes.

  Anya cleared her throat and sat up with the belt still around her neck. She tugged at the loop, pulling the end out of the buckle. With her voice feminine, but rough as sixty-grit sandpaper, Anya said, “Very creative, Alexei.”

  “You're still not done.”

  A gulp passed down the indention the belt had left on her neck. Anya opened her mouth to speak again. Something had stopped her before the words could come out.

  “Good, you're behaving now.”

  She kept staring at me as I gave her time to speak.

  “Now you get punished until I come.” I crawled onto the bed as Anya pulled the bra free of her arms and slid her panties from around her ankles.

  I lied on my back and asked, “You know what I want you to do?”

  She shook her head.

  “Hand me the belt, and then get on your knees in front of me.”

  Anya did exactly as I ordered. That gleam in her eyes I couldn't put my finger on before started to look less like fear, and more like respect.

  “Now, turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

  Her streaked face went away, but her sorely abused ass was just as lovely after getting too much. Anya didn't hesitate getting down to it, giving me the wettest dry hump I'd ever gotten.

  Anya had the classic hourglass shape from behind. As much as I wanted to see how much she could show off with it in a dress, she still had a job to do before a shred of clothing could get on her.

  One quick slap against her ass sent her head and should forward. Anya got the point. She had me back inside before I could pull back for another one. I reared and did it anyway, just for my enjoyment.

  Anya tried to block with her hands. Totally unacceptable.

  I reached for the belt again. She had to have seen or heard it, judging by the way she started giving me the best damn ride of my life. I gave a few teasing pats with it before whipping it with just enough force to sting.

  She tried blocking me again. This time, I'd had enough. I made another loop through the buckle and forced it around her wrists. Drawing it tight, I fed the tail around the other way, making sure that was the end of her defiance. I made myself clear by making my hand sting.

  “Khu'i!”

  Yeah, I guess I am a dick, you little cunt. My right arm had worn out, so she got a swat from the left. “Piz'da.”

  Anya used what I had just called her like a pro. Every time I felt her slowing down, she'd get another round until she was back up to speed. Eventually, I gave her a little slack for letting that sexy voice express how much she loved pleasing me.

  I gave one last slap as I felt the rush all over my body. My cock hardened even further and I rolled my head back.

  That's when Anya pushed against the bed with her hands and feet. The only parts of us that touched were shaft and tunnel. And how did it feel? Imagine getting a blowjob from a world-champ, but the hole feels far better than a mouth ever could.

  I balled my fists among the sheets, knowing I should be pulling out. My neck tensed and my loins rushed as I tried dropping my hips.

  Anya wasn't having any of it. Sinking herself back down, she kept rolling her ass around in front of me. “That is it, come inside your wife's pussy.” Her voice was enough to bring a man to climax by itself.

  My mind glitched out as the desire for release got too strong. The hot jet blew forth with the most amazing feeling I'd experienced up to that point. At that moment, the roughest sex I'd ever had with the hottest girl I'd ever seen, made all the craziness feel like a blessing.

  That sliver of self-awareness that comes back with the second burst jarred me out of it. Fuck, what am I doing? I tried to pull myself out again.

  Anya pressed herself even harder, moaning in victory. “That is it, give it all to me.”

  I settled in for the rest, knowing the damage had been done already. At the very least, I guess we were married already.

  “Your bebushka and dedushka will be so proud of you, Alexei.” Because of fucking course they would, from what little I'd learned about them so far.

  Anya pushed herself off of me the instant I finished. A drop of pearly white threatened to drip out her cunt onto the bed. She rolled onto her back, resting her thighs on top of my stomach.

  “Alright,” I leaned toward her, “what's this about?”

  She pushed
one finger up to her lips, curling it at the corner of her mouth. “It is more likely to happen if I stay like this for a while.”

  I knew exactly what “it” meant. “Hold on, I never said I wanted kids this soon.” I mean, she looked like the perfect girl to have them with. “I planned on having a career first.”

  “But you do.” Anya took my hand. “This is our life now, together.”

  I'm definitely bumming a smoke off grandfather when I see him.

  The table was set for us in the dining room. Or in the case of this place, the dining hall. It seemed a bit ridiculous that only my grandparents were at the table in such a grand room.

  Grandfather looked at us first, grinning like a shot fox. “So, judging by how Anya is glowing, it went well.”

  “Mikhail, show some decency.” Natalia, or rather my grandmother, picked up her wine glass. “Our grandson has just gotten married to my student. This makes me proud.”

  I looked to my left at Anya, admiring how she filled out that black dress fit for a gala. She was beaming, just like my grandfather had claimed.

  “Come, sit and eat.” Grandfather pointed at the seats across from them.

  It took as long as you'd expect to get to the middle of a table that could seat twenty. I pulled Anya's seat for her.

  As soon as she dropped, she shot right back up. “May I stand for a moment, please?”

  Grandfather looked at my waist and started laughing, beating his fist on the table. Even Natalia's elbow to his ribs didn't faze him. He worked it out until his face was red as grandmother's dress.

  “Really, you laugh at a time like this?” She wasn't finding the humor in it yet.

  Grandfather wiped both eyes and pointed at me. “His belt, Natalia, look.”

  She narrowed her eyes for a moment. “Oh.” Grandmother looked at Anya and grinned. “It looks like Alexei needs a new belt from all that scuffing.”

  His laughter picked back up. “Fucking bite marks! If you did your job well, Alexei, she won't sit for a week.”

  BIMBO ACADEMY 2:

  HEADMASTER'S DISCIPLINE

  My eyes opened to that bright, blurry first view of the morning. I felt Anya's hand on my chest, her head on my shoulder. For all I knew, I'd woken of my own accord.

  My grandfather's face crept into my field of vision, right above me. “Up, both of you.” The first curl of blue smoke wafted over me.

  “Do you have to do that in here?” I rose up as Anya rolled over. “Those things will kill you.”

  “I am almost eighty and they have not killed me yet. I will take my chances.” He jerked his head toward the door. “Get dressed and come with me.”

  “What time is it?” I looked over at Anya and gave her a nudge on the back.

  “Time for work, Alexei.”

  “Alright, let me catch her up.” I gave Anya a quick swat on the ass. By the way she jerked to attention, aggravating the soreness back there got the message through.

  “You can make a Russian woman mind so quickly? There may be talent in you.”

  No, I'm imitating you when you're around. “I guess.”

  Grandfather stood at the foot of the bed, watching Anya instead of me. I caught him smiling when he saw the marks all over her rear.

  “So what's up first?” I noticed he was still admiring his granddaughter-in-law. “I don't even know how those bracelets work.”

  “Do you need to know how to build a motor to drive a car? Baby steps first.”

  “Alright, then what's on the agenda?” I hate having to repeat myself.

  “The problem student I mentioned yesterday. Anya knows the one I am talking about.”

  She was already half-dressed, sliding a short sleeved turtleneck over her head. The deep red, form fitting fabric accentuated her breasts well. “Kate?”

  Grandfather blew a cloud of smoke that filled the air over the bed. “She will be a good first test for him.”

  Anya looked back at me as I pulled a pair of khakis out of my bag. “I believe he will do well.”

  At least my wife had confidence in me. “Should I be nervous?”

  Anya's smile dissolved. “She will rip you apart if you act like that. Remember what I told you.”

  Yes ma'am! I faked a grin. “Alright.”

  Grandfather took a long drag and then blew a geyser of smoke straight up. “Listen to her, Alexei.”

  Anya finished pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She'd gone from model hot to looking dangerous in a moment. “I will find her.”

  “Good.” Grandfather turned to me as Anya walked out. “Now, let me show you your office for now.”

  “I didn't know I got one.”

  “You get mine when you take over.” He started to turn away, “But for now, you get basics.”

  Grandfather had left me with another copper band, this one less decorated. Right before he left, he explained the difference from Anya's. “If you want it to put the girl in line, say 'hvatit' and watch her learn.” It seemed to vibrate on the desk in front of me when he said it.

  I spent my time digging through drawers, trying to figure anything out about the place. Nothing but bare bones office supplies. And apparently, he didn't believe in computers.

  My patience was wearing out as I turned over what seemed like a two-minute hourglass for the fifth time. The bare walls of my makeshift office held my interest about as well as a workplace safety video. What was behind the door to my right piqued my curiosity, but I'd find out what was in there when Anya and my problem student would decide to show up.

  Tok tok.

  “It's open.” I cracked my knuckles, wondering how much of an ass-chewing I'd have to give. Grandfather told me I'd have to be tough and merciless, so it was time to show it.

  Anya spoke, but never came in. “Do not disappoint us again.”

  Nervous and barely dressed in an outfit set for a rough Valentine's night, the troublemaker stepped in. “The fuck are you doing here, Alex?”

  How in the hell? I tilted my head like a confused dog. “Kate Geary?”

  The door slammed shut behind her. “Look at my face if you're gonna talk to me.”

  I'd known Kate since we were young. Her parents treated my family like old friends, even though we were from different worlds. It kinda made sense now. “What'd you do to end up here?”

  “Dad got pissy when I told him I wasn't going to college. Next thing you know, I'm here.”

  She'd always had a reputation as a brat. “No getting busted with pot this time?” It had raised a bit of a stink at the private school she went to.

  “Fuck you.” Her middle finger stood at attention.

  “That's exactly the kind of attitude we don't accept here.” I couldn't help smirking at her. Being above her for once was plenty of entertainment.

  “So what the hell are you and that Russian gonna do about it? I noticed she's got one of those bracelets now.”

  It was risky, but I had to know. “What can you tell me about those?”

  Kate finally stepped closer and sat on the corner of the desk next to me. “You don't know, and your grandpa runs the place?”

  “He doesn't tell me shit.”

  “Rich people usually don't talk business unless they have to. You should know that by now.”

  It was hard not to reach out and touch her, dressed like that. “How long have you been here?”

  “Since I graduated Helmsworth.”

  “About a year? It must be rigorous.”

  “If rich-girl-rehab had cotillion, this would be it.”

  “I think I saw you yesterday,” I finally gave in and patted her on the thigh, “getting your ass kicked in the courtyard.”

  “That bitch just pulled hair.” Kate swatted at my hand. “And don't get any ideas. They put us in this kind of shit to embarrass us.”

  “You should be embarrassed. Fighting's pretty trashy, no matter how rich your family is.”

  If a stare could kill, I wouldn't be telling you this story right now. �
��You could keep lording it over me, but I know you're just a scrub here. The old man and those two Russian chicks are the only ones who can do anything.”

  You dumbass. “You realize the blonde's my wife, right?”

  Kate bent over laughing. “You and her? She stomps your balls with stilletos every night, doesn't she?”

  I could see where she'd get that idea. “She's not a hardass with me.”

  “Bullshit.” Kate giggled at the idea and crossed her legs. “Anya would eat a pushover like you.”

  Is that how she's always thought of me? “I'm replacing my grandfather soon, so it's probably not smart to laugh right now.”

  “Probably not? I know you're slinging shit against the wall now.”

  “If you don't see it sticking, that's on you.”

  She looked at me like I'd pissed on the rug. “If you think you can tell me what to do, you're a bigger dumbass than I thought.”

  “Fine,” I nodded my head at the door behind me, “go in there and get out of my face.” For all I knew, it was an exit back to another hallway.

  “You big fuckin' wuss.” Kate got up and started for the door without looking at me. “I told you that you wouldn't do anything to me.”

  I didn't want to put up with her anymore, is all. Headmaster-in-training or not, I didn't have to listen to these kinds of insults.

  Kate opened the door and stopped. “Alex, what the fuck is wrong with you?” By the look on her face, it wasn't another insult about leniency.

  “I've never even looked in there, so you tell me.”

  She walked in, not saying another word.

  “Hey, hold up!” Shit. I got up and got my first look inside.

  Something about the room felt off, even from the doorway. The dim lighting felt like it flickered, but my eyes couldn't see it. The instant I put one foot in, it was like I had two tons sitting on top of my soul.

  “Alex, you're not just pervy, you're bent.” Kate stood in front of a series of racks, benches, and other things right out of a torture chamber.

  “Maybe it's this school's idea of gym class.” I got right behind Kate and brought my hands down on her shoulders. “Boo!”