My Story - Part 6
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


I was pissed. I had studied for my mid-term test in political science, but
only received a 'B'. I felt I deserved an 'A'. I needed to talk to Dr. Redford
and the sooner the better. Political Science was one of those classes I found
boring, but it was required so I had to take it and pass. But passing wasn't
good enough. I had my GPA (grade point average) to consider. Right now I
figured I had a 3.5 to a 3.8 GPA and settling for a 'B' just wouldn't help.

On the off chance I would catch the good doctor in, I walked by her office
after my last class. As I approached the office, the door swung open and a
male student left. I caught the door before it could swing shut. Dr. Redford
was sitting at her desk with her back to the door. I couldn't see what she was
doing, but then she swiveled around and I saw that her blouse was undone and
her skirt was up around her waist.

The look on her face said it all. She had been screwing the student who had
just left, or at least having some sort of sexual 'romp' with him. "Oh,
Amanda, you surprised me," Dr.Redford said, "Do we have an appointment for
today?" She lifted from her seat and pulled her skirt down, trying to look
inconspicuous. She was checking her computer, looking for my name.

"No, we don't have an appointment, but I needed to come by to see what I
missed on my mid-terms that gave me a 'B' instead of an 'A'. I just can't let
my GPA drop," I told her. "Well, I don't know what to tell you," she said,
"Most students would be happy with a 'B'. My course isn't exactly what you'd
call a 'slam-dunk'." "While that might be true for a lot of students, Dr.
Redford," I said, "it's not true of me. I desperately need an 'A' in your
course. Can we go over the test?"

Dr. Redford leaned down to look through a stack of test booklets she had
stacked on the floor next to her desk. When she did I got a peek of the top of
her breasts and a lacy bra that held them. As she straightened up, she was
aware of me looking at her tits and rebuttoned her blouse. She had my test
booklet and began leafing through it. I saw very few red marks, but that
didn't mean anything as I wasn't familiar with her grading system.

"Hmm," she said, "It looks like 'B' material to me." "Is there a chance I can
take a make-up test, Dr. Redford, I'd do anything to get an 'A' rather than
that 'B'," I said. She looked at me and cocked her head. "I've heard that you
work out, Amanda, is that true?" she asked. "Yes, I love working out. I love
watching my muscles expand and contract. I love challanging myself to improve,
pushing myself to the limits," I said, "I love showing off my muscles," and
then added as an afterthought, "Would you like to see them?"

Dr. Redford paused for a while before answering, "OK, Amanda, let me see your
muscles, you seem quite proud of them." I unsnapped my jeans I was wearing,
folded them and sat them on the spare chair in her office. I walked around her
desk and stood next to the end. I wasn't wearing panties, so Dr. Redford had a
nice view of my vag. I put one leg up on the edge of her desk and unzipped my
ankle boot. I repeated this with the other leg and boot. Dr. Redford, I
noticed, was breathing a little heavier.

"Look at these quads, doc" I said and flexed my quads, "They're 25-inches and
could crush you. Feel them. Feel the power. Feel the strength. Go on, touch
them." She reached out and stroked my thigh. "Look at my calves," I said and
turned around, "See the double muscle. There's a diamond shape to it. Each
calf is 17-inches. And look at my glutes. Have you ever seen an ass as firm as
mine, doc? You can feel it if you want." Again, she reached out and felt my
ass finishing with a soft pat.

I turned around again to face her. "Then you have my upper body, doc," I said
unbuttoning the flannel shirt I was wearing. I removed it and tossed it on the
chair with my jeans. "What do you think of my tits, doc? I'm about 40-inches
and probably a double D cup size for a bra if I wore bras," I said, "But these
babies are so firm, I don't need a bra. Feel them, doc, feel how firm, feel
how hard the nipples are." I stepped forward so that she could reach my tits.
She squeezed each nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I knew she was
enjoying this as much as I was.

"And last but certainly not least," I said, "check out my washboard abs. I
have a well defined 8-pack." I tightened my ab muscles and I thought Dr.
Redford was going to pass out. "Now what I want you to do is stand up and hit
me in the stomach with all your might, can you do that for me, Dr. Redford?" I
asked. She only sat there looking at my abs. "Come on doc," I said, "Get up
and hit me." She rose from the chair like a zombie and hit me in the abs. It
was as if a fly landed on me. "Is that it? Is that all you have, doc? Here," I
said, picking our textbook off the edge of her desk, "Hit me with that."
Holding the text in both hands, she hit me with all she had. The sound was as
if she had hit granite with the book, but I felt nothing. My abs were, if I
may brag, spectacular.

She put the book back on the desk and was about to sit when I grabbed her
around the waist and drew her against me and kissed her full on the lips. I
parted her lips with the tip of my tongue and let it enter her mouth
exploring. Our tongues met and then we parted. I flexed my massive bicep and
whispered to Dr. Redford, "Kiss it, lick it, taste the sweetness and the salt,
feel the power it holds." She did as I commanded.

With my free hand, I reached inside her jacket and blouse, fingers going
beneath her lacy bra where I fingered her nipple. They became erect at my
touch. I drew back enough to unbutton her satin blouse and with one hand undid
her bra. Her breasts were smooth and firm, but not muscular. There was no sag
to her breasts. I bent and kissed them and suckled her nipples. I playfully
nibbled at them and she began to make a soft mewing sound. "Take me," she
said, "Make love to me, Amanda." I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the
floor, then slid her panties down where they joined the skirt.

I put my fingers on her labia and she wiggled and moaned softly at my touch. I
inserted a finger in her pussy and began stroking. I whispered in her ear,
"You may call me Mistress Amanda from now on, do you understand, Dr. Redford?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she cried out, "just don't stop!" She was stroking my arms as
I stroked her pussy faster. She came in a rush, squirting on the floor and my
hand, getting week in the knees.

I allowed her to sit back in her chair. "Lick your juices off my hand, bitch,"
I told her and held my hand up to her mouth where she complied. Once she was
done, I picked up her panties and dried my hands on them, throwing them back
on the floor.

"You did well, Dr. Redford," I said, "Now you only have to change my grade to
an 'A' and I'll be happy. You want me to be happy don't you?" "Err, yes,
Amanda, I want you to be happy," she said. I looked at her briefly, then took
her jaw in my right hand and squeezed ever so slightly, "What did I tell you
to call me, bitch?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I meant Mistress Amanda," she
cried. "Good, very good," I said and released my grasp, "Just know that I
could crush your jaw or tear it from that pretty face of yours if I wanted to,
do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Amanda," she said meekly.

I smiled at her. I was still naked and thrust three fingers deep into my
vagina, scooping up some of my own juices. I then put my fingers in her mouth.
"Here, doc, enjoy my cum, just something to remember me by" I said.

I bent and pulled on my jeans and buttoned them. I sat and zipped up my boots,
then put on my flannel shirt. Dr. Redford only sat and watched. I could tell
she was going to be sad to see me go. "Oh, one last thing, doc," I said "I'll
be expecting an 'A' on my final exam too, so don't disappoint me, OK?" "Yes,
Mistress Amanda," she replied then added, "Will I see you again, Mistress?"
"Perhaps you will, perhaps you will," I said smiling, "if I want to come back,
I will."

I left the good doctor to straighten herself up and to consider what a real
muscle goddess I was and whether she wanted to disappoint me.

Author's note: A week after my visit to Dr. Redford's office, I received a
post card in the mail stating that my grade had been changed from a 'B' to an
'A' on my mid-term due to the professor's oversight.