Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[AndreaSubbie]

On and on it went. KittyKat again lost track of time and found her mind wandering even while her head and body responded naturally to the oral onslaught of sexual predation. She was happy. OK, it wasn't exactly comfortable, and her eyes stung from the copious amounts of spunk that seemed to continually dribble into them, and she wanted to blast her nostrils clear of the mix of semen and her own snot, and her throat was beginning to feel like it was on fire, and she needed to cough; but apart from all that, she was happy. Happy and proud. She wondered if this was how men felt when they did that pumping iron stuff, the no pain, no gain, thing. She had been told that men found it addictive. Well, she was finding this addictive. She was so glad that the Professor had introduced her to freedom and unrestricted sexuality.

And then there was Mistress. She never would have experienced this introduction to the world of eroticism without Mistress. KittyKat was almost overwhelmed with affection and respect for Mistress, and more. Was KittyKat in love with Mistress? Would Mistress send her away for being so sentimental and juvenile, dismissing her teenage crush as exactly that?

KittyKat didn't know what their future was, but the present was perfectly good, and as she swallowed yet another heavy load of spunk from yet more old balls, she realised that yet gain she had forgotten to count how many men she was servicing. She would have liked to submit a score in her next essay for the Prof.

She was aware that most of the men who had emptied themselves in her were still there, watching the efforts of those who followed. Her eyes might be filled but her ears were clear and she could hear them egging each other on, playing a kind of game, possibly even betting on the outcome. Would the next runoff of jism go in her nose, her eyes, her forehead? Or even make it all the way into her hair? Her beautifully clean and fragrant post-shower freshness was long gone.

Finally, the line seemed to be coming to an end. The accumulated semen in her stomach was distending her belly and she wasn't sure if she could move, let alone get up to her feet. As the last man drizzled the last spurts of his cum onto her chin and watched it run the length of her face and into her hair, she tried to look for Mistress but she could no longer see, her eyes awash with spunk. Instead, she held out her arms in a gesture beckoning rescue and relief. She wanted to go home.

 

[ericrodman101]

It was time to step in. KittyKat held out her hand when the last guy had finished, and Flavia stepped up to comfort the girl. If comfort was the right word. Her protege still lay on her back across the sofa, her legs high but flopping apart, the chastity belt still strapped between her thighs. KittyKat's face was thick with cum and spit, her hair matted, her eyes drowned, her nose clogged. She looked spent and soiled and thoroughly used. And even then Flavia detected a slight smile, a tiny turning up of the mouth, or down given KittyKat was upside down to her, as they clasped hands.

"You're going to need another shower!"

Abbi spoke loudly behind Flavia. The Professor went to say 'hush' but it wasn't necessary as Abbi just stood quietly. In the corner of her eye, Flavia could still see the strap-on dildo flailing about like some crazy signpost pointing at an invisible male ass. And Abbi was right. KittyKat would need another shower.

And then there was Gavin. The last guy who'd fucked KittyKat's mouth, a short, stout bald man whom Flavia knew by sight - he'd fucked her up the ass once or twice, but she'd never asked his name - stood some distance away, shaking his cock and smiling as if the girl was going to invite him back. But Gavin, stark naked except for a heavy gold neck chain, stepped in front of the man, walking gingerly, his cock only semi-erect. But then as a young student, he wasn't using viagra like most of the male members.

Abbi greeted him like a long lost friend. "Someone been reaming your ass, kid," she said. Gavin smiled ruefully, clearly in anal discomfort, eyeing the strap-on warily as if the older woman might want him to bend over and touch his toes for her again.

"You did great, KittyKat," he said, trying to kneel down, but stopping as his ass stretched and stung. "I'd sit with you and hold your hand, but I don't think I'll be able to sit for a month." He reached down and took the girl's other hand. Flavia smiled a thank you. Gavin swung his eyes towards the shower room, indicating his willingness to help instead of Abbi if that was what his teacher wanted. She nodded and the two helped KittyKat swing around and then to her feet. The girl stood uncertainly, swaying, the goo running the other way now, down her face and dripping from her chin. Flavia wanted to kiss her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat accepted their help gratefully, her balance somewhat suspect, her limbs weak. Now that she was the right way up she looked down between her tits to her tummy, bloated from all the spunk she'd swallowed.

"Oops! I look like I'm pregnant!" she joked, indicating her belly and how stretched it was. "What will I say when they ask me who the father is?"

There was an amused sparkle in her eye. Despite being physically exhausted her mind was alert, and she hoped that the no-talking rule might be suspended under the circumstances. As they made their way towards the promised shower KittyKat glanced down at the penis wobbling between Gavin's thighs. "You really do have a very pretty cock," she murmured, her words becoming a little slurred, "And Mistress I love you so much, but I won't say anything cos I don't want you to send me away," she continued in a dreamy voice as she forced herself to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. It seemed to be getting more difficult.

"I think I'll go to sleep now," she concluded, and then the world seemed to lose focus ... and disappear.

 

[ericrodman101]

Every time Flavia daydreamed or dozed she was awoken. The bright lights, smell of disinfectant, banging of swing doors, rattle of gurneys. There was no let up. But she cursed herself for not being able to stay wide awake. What was wrong with her? Her girl was inside having her stomach pumped. Or at least that's all she hoped was going on.

KittyKat had collapsed in a cab, still breathing, but only lightly. The girl choked as she and Gavin led her to the shower for a second time. She'd stood while they rinsed her down then puked. But had said she was OK. They dried her off and Osvaldo brought the fur coats, so dressed as they had arrived, Flavia helped KittyKat into a cab for the ride home.

And then things got exciting. KittyKat had slumped onto her side and couldn't be roused. So Flavia had diverted the driver to the emergency ward and here they were. Many hours later. Well here Flavia was, seated on a hard plastic chair in a waiting room, clutching the fur coat tight round her neck, the latex suit underneath clammy with sweat and shower water and bodily fluids, mostly not her own. How long was this going to take?

In an effort to stay awake Flavia went through her pockets. Hassan's card was there. The taxi driver they'd paid with a mouth fuck so many hours ago. The puppy dog dildo was there. Osvaldo had remembered it and returned it to her as she left the club. Half asleep, Flavia took the dildo from her pocket and examined it under the lights. There were three other people in the waiting room, all asleep. No one noticed the exotic object she handled. And when she replaced it, there was a second card in her pocket. Flavia remembered now. Osvaldo had given it to her. From one of the four masked guys, he said, who'd so thoroughly fucked KittyKat during the evening, culminating in the pissing in the toilets.

She took out the second card. It was a simple white rectangle, paper she guessed but heavily laminated, blank on one side. And on the other she read 'The Rape Club' and a web address. That was all. The Rape Club. Hmmm.

The swing doors banged open and a man in hospital scrubs stepped through.

"Friend of Katy Cook," he called.

Flavia looked up. He was clad entirely in light blue scrubs, including a cap on his head and a mask over his mouth and nose. She stood and even though she could only see his eyes, she saw his reaction to her. The fur coat? Recognition? Did he know her?

"Come this way, please."

She smiled and followed him through the doors which swung shut behind them.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was having a horrible time. She had a tube down her throat, was effectively vomiting through it so her stomach contents could be seen through the clear plastic, was dressed in nothing but a weird cotton gown that kind of tied at the back, and had no idea where her beautiful fur coat and the chastity belt had gone. Or her buttplug tail.

She was in a strange clinical place surrounded by masked and gowned people, had everything taken from her, and Mistress was nowhere to be seen. She felt small and alone and sad. Her amazing adventure was over and she'd been abducted by aliens. No more Mistress, no more sex, no more special lessons with the Professor. Her new life had been abruptly extinguished and she was back to being boring, mousy, virginal, frigid Katy Cook.

She wanted to cry.

Then she heard footsteps and voices.

The curtains parted.

"Mistress? Mistress!" Katy's eyes blurred after that initial brief recognition, and she reached out her arms toward her love.

She burst into tears of relief.

 

[ericrodman101]

“Baby girl!”

Flavia cried when she saw KittyKat lying on the bed with tubes in her mouth. She took the outstretched hand and held tight, even as the doctor was obstructed as he checked the machine at the other end of the tubes. He made a note and turned.

”And you are?”

”Flavia Martinelli,” she said, not wanting to look up but just cuddle her ward.

”And your relationship to the patient?”

”Professor. Doctor Martinelli. Not medical. I am a doctor of film studies.“

“And Miss Cook is your student?”

”Well not exactly.” While the doctor was speaking with as little emotion as possible, Flavia noticed what a beautiful speaking voice he had, low and seductive, beautiful enunciation.

”I am more of a friend. KittyKat is a student of my colleague Professor Angus Plum, School of Psychology.”

As soon as she said KittyKat, Flavia thought better of it, but the doctor didn’t react.

”I wonder, doctor....” did she hear a hint of irony....”as Miss Cook’s friend can you tell me how the young lady came to present in emergency tonight with a stomach full of semen.“

Flavia knew this question was coming, but hadn’t decided how to explain. And before she composed her words, the doctor continued.

”So full of semen, in fact, that I have never pumped so much fluid from a teenage female in my career. Has she been celebrating?”

Celebrating? Why can’t you simply ask if she’s a slut, doctor? But Flavia didn’t say it.

“She’s been clubbing, doctor, and obviously fallen in with the wrong crowd. But thank you for your efforts. When can we go home....” She turned and read the name on his badge....Dr Sexsmith?”

Sexsmith. You couldn’t make this up, Flavia thought.

”Not tonight, Doctor Martinelli,” he said. “I need to observe her. But perhaps you can explain this which I removed tonight from Miss Cook’s otherwise naked body.”

He stepped over to a cupboard and fetched KittyKat’s fur coat, brought it over and reached into the pocket, extracting the chastity belt.

”It’s a personal device,” Flavia said, but as she spoke a white card fluttered down from Doctor Sexsmith’s hand. She caught it. It was paper, but laminated like the one Osvaldo had given her when she and KittyKat left the club earlier. She turned it over and read, just as the doctor grabbed at it, The Rape Club, and a website.

“How did that get in there?” Doctor Sexsmith said, suddenly sounding less certain of himself.

Flavia handed the card to the doctor who put it in his pocket, then took her card from her pocket and waved it about.

”Snap,” she said.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy felt like a spectator at a tennis match, observing the back and forth, the exchange between the two doctors. She had no idea what the game of snap was about, but the two of them seemed like the same kind of people as if Katy wouldn't have been surprised to see them hanging out in the same places. She didn't really understand what she meant by that.

She had been about to explain why she'd been wearing the chastity belt, how it showed just how much Mistress cared for her and was looking after her, but the tubes and machines she was hooked up to made that impossible. And her limited skills of non-verbal communication certainly weren't up to the job. But why did Mistress refer to it as a personal device? Why not just say it? It's not like there was anything wrong with having it. Unexpected, perhaps, but quite reasonable for a young woman recently deflowered and enjoying her freedom.

And that was another thing. Celebrating. Yes, they were celebrating and having a great time doing it. KittyKat was so proud of the doctor's assessment; she'd swallowed more semen than any teenage girl he'd ever come across. Or cum across? That made her smile. She wondered if he'd write her a signed commendation on the volume of spunk she'd consumed? She could include it with her next essay for the Prof? And then there was that thing about the doctor removing the chastity belt from her naked body. Had he been perving on her as well as treating her? Did that possibly mean that he enjoyed looking at her naked body? Might she possibly, just possibly, have a body that men wanted to look at? Nude? Little mousy Katie Cook?

Katy looked at her Mistress, her crush, her love, her Mentor, then glanced at the doctor and back to Mistress and nodded. Trying to say, "tell him anything," while moving her limbs in an attempt to make the little gown she was wearing ruck up a bit. She had no idea if she'd been the slightest bit successful, but she squeezed Mistress's hand three times to say, "I love you, I need you, I want to please you.

 

[ericrodman101]

“Yes. Snap,“ Dr Sexsmith said shyly.

Flavia was amused by the doctor’s uncertainty. All his detached professional pomposity had dissipated now that he knew they both had a card. She looked down at poor KittyKat. The girl was awake but struggling with the hoses in her mouth.

”Can you make her more comfortable doctor? She’s had a rough night. As you well know.”

The older woman decided to put her cards on the table. After all, the doctor was at least interested in deviant sex if not yet practising.

”I’d have preferred it if you hadn’t cut the chastity belt off KittyKat like that. They are expensive and I have the key here in my pocket.”

The doctor smiled. “I needed to remove it so we could do a full examination. When someone presents with a stomach full of semen we need to make sure there aren’t the same issues elsewhere.”

Flavia placed her hand on the doctor’s knee.

”KittyKat wasn’t raped, doctor. She willingly let herself be used by men, and women, at my club. The Uranus Club. Perhaps you know it.”

The doctor looked down at the Rape Club card as he rolled it over in his hand.

”It’s where I was given my card,” she said. “How did you come by yours?”

”I’ll ask the nurses to remove the tubes now,” the doctor said, “while we talk in my office.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Again, Katy followed the back and forth between Mistress and the Doctor, frowning in disappointment when she heard that the chastity belt had been destroyed. That seemed such an unnecessary waste. But she listened proudly as the Dr described her spunk consumption as a stomach-full, and as Mistress boasted on her behalf about servicing all-comers at the Club.

The bit about the cards was a mystery, but then things became a tale of good and bad. Good that the tubes were coming out. Bad that Mistress and the Dr were going to talk about her without her being able to hear.

Katy frowned and would have pouted except for the tubes. Once they were out she was going to pout big time to make up for it. Why wouldn't they let her listen? She might learn something, might enjoy being talked about. On the other hand, if the tubes were out then she could get up and follow them? Listen at the door? Unless the nurses stopped her?

Katy lay back and fidgetted with her fingers. She didn't know what to do. But Mistress did. Yes. She'd just do whatever Mistress told her. After all, that's why she had latched on to Mistress so tightly. It absolved Katy of any responsibility or decision-making. She didn't have to work things out or understand, just do as she was told by her loving and lovely Mistress.

Now that was resolved, Katy relaxed and the tension melted out of her. She squeezed Mistress's hand again and tried to blink, "I love you," to her even though there was no way Mistress could possibly understand the look of puppy-like devotion.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia squeezed KittyKat’s hand in return and smiled. “I’m just going into the office with Doctor Sexsmith,” she said, “while the nurses remove your tube. I won’t be long beautiful girl.”

The doctor led her across the corridor and into his office. He gestured for Flavia to sit, then did the same, removing his mask and hat. Underneath his face was neatly trimmed but not clean shaven. He noticed her looking and stroked his chin self consciously. Flavia guessed he was early forties. She liked his blue eyes and square jawline, and the way he wore his hair fashionably long.

”So, your friend is a nymphomaniac....”

Flavia laughed. “That’s a quick diagnosis, doctor. KittyKat....yes, KittyKat is my name for her...wants to make men happy. That’s all. And giving sexual pleasure is her task and her goal. I’m sure as a man you don’t find that an ignoble ambition.”

She waited for the doctor to talk but he just smiled.

”And to fill you in completely, KittyKat is an undergraduate student with my colleague Professor Plum working on a project about sexual limits and the objectification of women.”

”Which explains how she presents in a chastity belt with a substantial amount of semen in her belly. What else?”

”You may scoff, doctor, but you’re the one tending a card which says ‘rape club’. Is that your project?”

”The card is my business,” he said. “And besides, you've got one too. I expect it’s some provocative commercial promotion, nothing more. No doubt those cards are everywhere.”

They eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak first. The doctor succumbed.

”And the Uranus Club. That is a sex club?”

”Google it doctor,” Flavia said. ”Or better still, meet me there tomorrow at 10pm.”

He smiled again without committing. “First Doctor Martinelli, I have to make sure that Miss Cook is fit to return home or to college or to the Uranus Club for another session giving men pleasure. So why don’t you leave her in my capable hands and we can see how she is in the morning. She won’t want to say much after the tubes are removed, but feel free to pass by her room on your way out.”

He nodded curtly. Flavia realised the consultation was over. Doctor Sexsmith might have been initially fazed when I saw the card, she thought, but he’s not giving anything else away. She left the room and returned to KittyKat.

He watched her leave, smiled to himself, clicked on his mouse, and carefully typed the web address on the rape club card.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was a great relief to finally have the tubes out. The nurses were lovely and kind and gentle and soothing, girls a bit older than her but so full of knowing. It felt amazing to have the hands of young women, plural, on her, and it didn't matter that they weren't skinny like models. They were youthful and pretty and confident and capable. And had wonderful hands. Katy wanted them to keep touching her although there was no longer any need.

Once she was alone again on the hospital bed, Katy closed her eyes and thought back through the amazing experiences of the last few days. So much had happened to her; so much had been done by her. She felt like she'd really done credit to the Professor's project and hoped that he'd see her as an outstanding scholar and contributor to his research. With the chastity belt now off, she let her fingers explore her no-longer-virgin vagina. Did it feel different?

Eyes still closed she pushed the bed sheet out of the way and pulled her gown up to her waist, parting her knees and drawing them up while her fingers traced the shapes of her labia and investigated the folds over her clitoris. Everything seemed to be the same except when she slipped a digit into her vagina. She could go in as deep as her whole finger. Which should have been obvious considering how many stiff engorged penises had already been in there. With her thumb gently rubbing over her clit hood, Katy slid her middle finger deep inside her and out, simulating the fuckings she'd already enjoyed. The first wave of many more to follow, she hoped. Moaning quietly to herself she speeded up, oblivious to her surroundings.

 

[ericrodman101]

The nurse stopped Flavia in the corridor and asked her to sign a release. Flavia wasn’t sure it was necessary, but there was no one else to do it and KittyKat was under 21. It allowed the doctors to treat KittyKat properly, the nurse said, and something about training, but Flavia wasn’t listening. She wanted to return to her girl.

Taking care not to startle her, Flavia peeked round the door to KittyKat’s room. The tubes were out. The girl had her eyes closed, obviously tired or sleeping. Sedated probably. The bed clothes had fallen to one side, but even as Flavia walked in with the intention of pulling them up, she saw the hospital gown pulled up to KittyKat’s waist and then the girl fingering herself.

The older woman stopped still, silent, wanting to watch KittyKat undisturbed for as long as possible. KittyKat moaned softly as she plunged her middle finger deep into her pussy. Flavia felt the moisture between her own legs as her young friend masturbated vigorously, without any thought apparently as to who might see. So wet had she become that Flavia found her own hand sliding down below her waist and through the now open front of her fur coat, finding the peep holes cut into the latex suit. As she fingered herself she stepped up to the bed. The thought of fingering KittyKat crossed her mind, both their middle fingers probing the recently destroyed hymen and then deeper into the girl‘s warm passage. Or maybe KittyKat might suck her mentor’s cunt juices from a finger slipped into her mouth, without opening her eyes even. Like a tactile wet dream. Could she? Would she?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was again KittyKat. Her eyes were closed and in her dreamlike state, she was floating, on her back, the hospital gown covering her top half completely but pulled up to her waist, feet well apart and supported, knees up. She hadn't detailed exactly what she was floating on, but it didn't matter. Perhaps some kind of morphine? She didn't care. What mattered was the finger she pushing in and out of her newly opened-up vagina. It was a just-discovered treat. Breathing heavily through her mouth, almost panting, she pushed and probed and fucked herself without inhibition, mewling in her throat as the pleasure built and built. It reminded her of being fucked by a man's cock, except smaller and thinner and articulated. That made her giggle. An articulated cock.

As she dreamed and mused she became aware of another hand weighing down her own masturbation hand, but her second hand was pinching her nipples through the thin cotton gown. There was a third hand. It was reinforcing and gently guiding her masturbation. How lovely! She moaned her gratitude and let Hand dictate the pace of her fucking until Hand made her use two fingers in herself. Mm, that was nice, and she bit her lip and groaned. Then Hand inserted a finger of its own. Ooh, even better! KittyKat licked her lips and lifted her hips, trying to draw Hand in deeper. She felt an accomplice additional Hand softly wipe her lips, moistening them. With warm fragrant, slightly sticky fluid. Cunt juice! Mm, better and better. She opened her mouth to suck on the flavoured finger and fellate it even though it couldn't give her any spunk.

Sucking and panting and finger-fucking, KittyKat became more and more frenzied, lost in her eroticism, loving her freedom, needing to orgasm soon, building the pleasure, the need.

Her mind-world sensed a ripple of disturbance, additional presence. Voices. She sucked harder on Hand's finger both with her mouth and her cunt. She didn't want them to go. She heard, "I’m glad you’re here Dr. Martinelli, I just wanted to check to see if there’s any damage from that chastity belt, I need the speculum and the lube and the light and my three assistants ..." KittyKat wanted to scream No! wanted them to let her finish. Hand wasn't done yet. She hadn't achieved her orgasm! She humped harder and faster, wanting to finish before the voices began their procedure!

But the moment was gone. She ground to a halt, all movement ceased. Her fingers and Hand's still in her cunt. Still sucking on Hand's other fingers.

She opened her eyes. Mistress! And the Doctor. And others.

If she could have pouted, she would have done.,

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia jumped when she heard the doctor enter the room behind her. She’d been enjoying penetrating KittyKat as much as watching the girl finger herself in the dreamlike state. Or maybe it was Flavia who was dreaming, hence her being startled.

Doctor Sexsmith bustled into the room calling for equipment and staff, spouting some bullshit about the chastity belt and damage. She took her hands off the girl and turned to confront the intruders, her fur coat opening wide.

”It‘s a chastity belt, doctor. Not some torture device. And I can assure you all my devices are clean and serviceable. Indeed I fitted it to KittyKat for protection. Her hymen was only broken this morning and I decided that whatever activities she engaged in at The Uranus Club this evening, for health and safety reasons they should not include vaginal penetration. So back off buddy.”

Back off buddy. Stupid. Destroyed all the gravitas in the rest of my speech, she thought.

“Perhaps you might button your coat, Doctor Martinelli,” the doctor said, eyeing her latex suit with wide eyes, “and then I will treat my patient. As a medical doctor and not a doctor of film studies.”

As he pushed Flavia aside and placed a hand on KittyKat’s forehead to assess her temperature, three young men in white coats entered the room, one wheeling a trolley on which stood a range of stainless steel implements and white plastic boxes.

Flavia looked at the newcomers, then KittyKat before deciding to stand between Doctor Sexsmith and the bed.

“Tell me you’re OK darling and then we can go home. Or seek a second opinion. I’m not sure this is a place I want my beautiful girl to stay a minute longer.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat followed the exchange, of course, just like she'd followed the last one. She was reminded of Mum and Dad arguing. Not her own Mum and Dad, but the Doctor and Mistress seemed to be stepping into those kinds of roles. She liked it. She even wondered fleetingly if the Doctor and Mistress were going to fuck. She kind of hoped so and wanted to be there to watch.

While they'd been arguing she'd tugged her gown back down to her thighs, presenting herself as a good little teenage patient despite the medical team having just witnessed her masturbating with Mistress's help. But that was all perfectly natural and normal in her new world.

KittyKat reached out again to Mistress, holding her hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss the fragrantly soiled fingers, ignoring the four white-coated men gathered around and listening. "I'm a bit wobbly, Mistress, but I'm fine. I love you so much. Thank you for such an amazing day." Katy smiled in relaxed happiness. "I'm not sure I can go home yet, but please don't leave me? I'll do whatever you think best?" Katy's eyelids began to droop as a desire to sleep sneaked in. Then they snapped open. "And I was so close to cumming!" She shot a look of annoyance at each of the four men. "Maybe we can finish that when they go? My vagina feels fine; I think I'm ready for more fucking?"

Katy wasn't trying to be lewd or slutty, just honest. If freedom meant anything then she was free to be her newfound self wherever she was, whoever she was with? She was a good girl, after all.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia listened to KittyKat with rising admiration. The girl was a trooper. Sick, hospitalised, sedated, and yet ready to go again. Was she insatiable? Superhuman? She smiled as the girl kissed her hand and went to speak, but the doctor interrupted.

”I will decide when you’re ready for more fucking, Miss Cook. And when I’ve decided...well...perhaps I”ll need to make a practical judgement.”

”A practical judgement, doctor?” Flavia knew exactly what he was implying and wondered for a moment if he was a doctor and not a Rape Club imposter. Indeed, she’d been wondering what exactly was the Rape Club, especially when two cards bearing the name of the club had turned up on the same night.

”Please make room, Dr Martinelli. The students and I will examine Miss Cook and then if she is ready for fucking, we can proceed.”

Flavia was shocked, so much so that she did as she was told and stood aside. The Doctor instructed the three interns, all young Asian men, to arrange the trolley and implements against the side of the bed.

”Warm the speculum for me, Dr Wang, like I showed you.”

One of the young men selected the speculum and placed it in his mouth.

”Please gauge the readiness of the patient’s vagina for insertion, Dr Peng.”

A second young Chinese man rolled up his sleeve, then ran his fingers across KittyKat‘s genitals, finding the cleft and pulling back her skin folds.

”Really doctor, is this a professional examination.”

”Inside, Dr Peng,” said Dr Sixsmith ignoring Flavia. “The fingers must go inside the vagina. Like this.”

He pulled the Asian intern aside, placed a hand on the girl’s genitals, and utilising the lubrication she’d already induced by masturbating, slid his fingers inside the girl as far as he could.

”You are very wet, Miss Cook. Are you a slut?”

Flavia was even more horrified. “Doctor! Really! Is this....”

”Dr Martinelli. This young woman has been thoroughly violated in every orifice today, as well as swallowing an enormous amount of semen. I expect having Dr Peng’s and my fingers inside her are of no consequence. You yourself had your fingers inside the girl when I entered the room. My student doctors are here for their first day of training and it is my policy that day 1 should be a bit of fun before the serious doctoring begins. Now, I want Miss Cook to take Doctor Jang’s pulse.”

”Surely you mean Doctor Jang to take Miss Cook’s pulse.”

”Dr Martinelli, if you are unable to keep quiet and cease questioning my treatment, then I will have to take measures to silence you.”

As he spoke, Flavia saw that the young Chinese doctor had taken off his trousers and underwear and stood by the bedside naked from the waist down. His uncut cock was nearly fully erect.

“Let the patient take your pulse, doctor. The way I instructed you.”

Doctor Jang climbed onto the bed, straddled KittyKat’s chest, took his cock in one hand, opened her mouth with the other, and slid his cock between her lips.

“Please take my pulse, Miss Cook,” he said in accented English.

Flavia stepped forward and grabbed at the young man’s hips, but Dr Sexsmith restrained her.

“Dr Wang, please use the speculum to spread Miss Cook’s vagina, and Dr Peng, you may conduct the oral examination. Yes, with your tongue, as I instructed. And you, Dr Martinelli,” he said pulling Flavia away from the bed, “will take my pulse.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat simply stared wide-eyed at Mistress around the young doctor who was already steadily fucking her mouth, almost shrugging her shoulders in a 'whatever' gesture as another young student doctor replaced The Doctor's fingers in her still slippery cunt with a warm plastic object and then his own tongue.

It was nice. She adjusted her hips and back and knees to accommodate them and gestured towards the Doctor, kind of asking Mistress why she wasn't already taking his pulse by sucking his cock. There was something right and proper about Mistress and her performing sexual acts in tandem. It seemed so appropriate. Of course, it took a lot of generosity on KittyKat's part to share her sexual partners, but she'd do anything for Mistress.

The problem was obviously going to be the third young doctor, who had messed up fingering her. What was The Doctor going to do with him? And she hadn't answered The Doctor, about was she a slut? And couldn't right now with that cock banging her mouth. But the answer was clearly a yes and no. Not a slut in the derogatory sense of a bad girl, but yes in the complimentary, admirable sense of a free young woman unencumbered with sexual inhibitions, a truly good girl. She was sure her Professor would be proud of her, and hopfully so would Mistress.

The downside to all this was that there was a spare cock not being employed in her body, and the plastic thingy was getting in the way of her enjoying the tongue-fuck. And she still wanted to see Doctor and Mistress fuck. In fact, she wanted to see Mistress take over and do this group sex arrangement properly. Honestly, fancy wasting an erect virile cock! Amateurs!

 

[ericrodman101]

"Take your pulse!" Flavia laughed as she unzipped Dr Sexsmith. His cock flopped out, already swollen, longer than she was expecting. KittyKat was clearly occupying herself with the interns, so Flavia felt inclined to give the doctor what he wanted, a long slow blow job. Except that he grabbed the back of her head and jammed his cock into her mouth without so much as a hello.

And he was big. She'd had so many cocks in her mouth this evening that one more should have been no real bother. But Dr Sexsmith seemed intent on not just fucking her mouth, but examining her throat as well. He pulled her on, held her there, waited for her to cough, then gave her a second's respite before doing it again, harder and deeper each time if that was possible. There are some things a grown woman needs a little more say in, she thought, as she swallowed his cock head again, feeling it slide and check against her throat muscles as it descended, wondering how she looked with him bulging inside her neck.

And then he was up again, she caught her breath, went to speak, and he was inside, pumping away like she was some apprentice whore keen to secure her first job in the brothel by doing anything and everything that the experienced girls left up to the dumb newbies. Pump, hold, release he went, disempowering her in ways she was not used to. And try as she might, Flavia was unable to see out of the corner of her eye what KittyKat was doing, or having done to her. Still, the three Chinese interns were probably virgins and simply enjoying the feel of flesh on flesh, happy to find a decadent western woman willing to service them.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It wasn't easy to actually do anything, to make any changes, while the so far only successful young doc straddled her upper body and fucked her mouth; but with a bit of fumbling she was able to wrest the plastic insert from her cunt and push the oral young doc back in there. He clearly didn't know what he was doing and required further anatomy lessons on female genitalia, especially on how to stimulate them. He was doing little more than explore with tongue and fingers, having no idea where her sensitive bits were.

But at least that made two of the three usefully occupied. The third of the group was standing a little to one side and didn't seem to know what to do with himself. Literally the spare prick at the orgy. Silly boy. The Doctor was giving Mistress a pretty rough face-fuck, muck harder than the gentle probing KittyKat was receiving, so those two were behaving properly. Which left the spare prick.

KittyKat reached out and managed to grab a handful of his clothing and drag him closer, blindly groping around until she found his already erect cock. It wasn't huge, but it felt quite nice in her hand. Obviously, it would feel a lot nicer out of his clothing, and after what seemed like an age he finally freed his tummy stick. Doctors are supposed to be intelligent, she thought to herself slightly exasperated.

At last, KittyKat had all three juniors giving her what she wanted. A nice face fuck, though he seemed nearly ready to cum, and nice pussy munching, though he needed considerable further instruction, and a nice straight little hard cock for her to play with and jerk off, though in his case, he seemed to think he didn't need to contribute to the process.

It dawned on KittyKat that she had transitioned from newbie virgin girl to potential sex instructor. If she could have sighed, she would have done. It looked like Mistress and her needed to return to teach these boys how to have sex. At least The Doctor seemed to know what he was doing, but he wasn't paying much attention to the boys' training!

 

[ericrodman101]

Superficially focussed on face fucking Flavia, Doctor Sexsmith addressed KittyKat.

”You‘re probably the first live woman they’ve ever touched,” he said, smiling politely at the girl even while he clasped his hands behind the older woman’s head and pulled her hard and deep onto his cock if her coughing and gasping were anything to go by. “Thanks for doing them a favour, darling.” He adjusted his stance slightly, causing Flavia to lift herself off her knees a little and spray spit onto his legs.

Flavia managed to escape his grip suddenly, falling onto her back, coughing and growling. He’d cum in her mouth right at their disengagement, and continued spraying semen onto her upturned face and breasts.

”Nice fuck, doctor,” he said, milking the last drops into her hair. “I looked you up on the web. Always good to know what a woman is good at before launching into a fuck.”

”Fuck you,” Flavia said, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand, then clambering to her feet to see how KittyKat was doing. The interns were doing their best, she guessed, but it was all a bit tentative, not to mention the poor guy who was barely managing to keep his cock in her hand.

”There, there,” she said, pulling him aside. “You’ve never done this before, have you? Time to let Doctor Flavia give you a helping hand. She knelt down, first giving Dr Sexsmith a scowl, before taking the young Chinese intern in her mouth, and placing her hands behind his ass, pulling him into her. He laughed nervously, looking about the room for affirmation, or maybe applause.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh dear, mommy and daddy were arguing. Well, that's what it felt like to KittyKat hearing the little exchange between The Doctor and Mistress. That was right before Mistress stole one of her boys away. But she was Mistress, he could have anyone she wanted. Including, as demonstrated, The Doctor. KittyKat couldn't quite see but she thought he'd cummed. She could certainly smell semen.

And so could the boy in her mouth, probably, because with a little strangled kind of cry, he leaked his own semen into her mouth. Hardly a mouthful, just three little dribbles. She swallowed while he moved his hips back, not knowing what to do with himself, and KittyKat added a dutiful, "Mmm, that was awesome, stud! Such cum!" Then to the boy being sucked by Mistress, "Hey, look at you!" as if he'd done something to earn a blow job from Mistress.

But now she was a little bereft. She only had one lover, and he was ineffectually slobbering without a clue around her vulva, and trying to keep from being kicked by the boy dismounting from the bed.

KittyKat looked to the two grownups to take control and instruct the boys, unsure how to suggest to Mistress that she might teach them how to pleasure a girl, volunteering to be her teaching assistant.

 

[ericrodman101]

After the organised athletic and relentless onslaught at The Uranus Club, fucking Dr Sexsmith and the three Chinese interns was amateur hour. The poor kid whose cock was in Flavia’s mouth looked like he’d won the lottery and came before she’d had time to even get started. Again he looked down at her and round the room like he’d won a gold medal at the sex Olympics. The poor guy needed a lot of work to even make the lowest grade lover, but then there was probably some shy young virgin selected and waiting for him back in Shanghai who’d find twenty seconds of him banging away in her cunt the height of sexual ecstasy when he returned, married and started a family.

The kid fucking KittyKat’s mouth had apparently done much the same underwhelming performance, judging by the girl‘s words of encouragement. Flavia wiped her mouth again with the back of her hand and stood. Dr Sexsmith seemed to have slipped away, which just left them both with the three interns, two of whom had already shot their loads.

Intern number three was trying to perform oral on KittyKat. Flavia admired his laboured slobbering at least, but for a doctor he obviously had little knowledge of what was located between a woman’s legs. Just push your face in, stick out your tongue, and lather spittle everywhere was his approach.

She reached out a hand and tapped him on the shoulder, while looking at KittyKat.

“I think we might be able to make something of this little guy,” she said, “if you want me to be teacher and you to be sex doll. And you two...” she turned and beckoned to his companions...”come over here, watch closely and learn.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat nodded enthusiastically at Mistress and sighed with relief. Thank goodness!

Things were about to get a great deal better.

Shifting herself on the bed into a more comfortable position, KittyKat prepared to assist in what was probably going to be a masterclass in cunnilingus. Feet apart with knees raised, pelvis tilted up, backrest still raised allowing Kittykat to see quite a lot of the action, she was ready. The only thing missing was The Doctor who really should have stayed to give his students a teaching commentary on Mistress's no doubt virtuoso demonstration.

KittyKat wanted to suggest that they do this again, filmed, but didn't wish to appear to be dictating any ideas to Mistress, so settled instead for the slightly less obvious, "Such a pity more young men can't watch and learn, Mistress?"

She was already secreting again in anticipation of the delights to come. Or cum, if she was given enough time. She was certainly already well lubricated from the previous inept slobbering. Mistress would know what to do.

KittyKat smiled at Mistress and mouthed, "I love you so much!" even though love wasn't supposed to be involved, and she certainly expected no love to be returned. But maybe affection. Certainly caring. And amazing sex.

 

[ericrodman101]

“So which one are you?” Flavia asked the Chinese intern. The kid was standing naked by the hospital bed, having slobbered all over KittyKat’s cunt. He stood, sheepishly looking down at his hands clasped over his cock.

”Peng,” he said, without looking up.

Flavia placed a hand on his shoulder. He shivered.

”Well Peng. Or is that Dr Peng? Fuck! You look too young to be a doctor of anything. Anyway, KittyKat and I are going to teach you the art of fucking. Your colleagues....” she turned to the other two Chinese men standing naked behind her and beckoned them to join...”have already had their turn and we all saw what a fucking cock-up they made of that.”

Peng looked up. “Cocks-up?”

”Mess,“ Flavia said. “They were so quick that no one got much enjoyment.”

Wang and Jang looked dejected.

”No really guys. You might as well cum in your hand as bother sticking your cock in a girl‘s mouth or cunt.”

Peng looked up again.

”Vagina. Anyway, KittyKat...Miss Cook is going to let you practice on her. Peng first and maybe you two later...” Wang and Jang beamed...”practice fucking, well love making really. But mostly fucking. KittyKat, where do you want to start? Kissing? Fingering? Cunnilingus?”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Well ... that kind of sounds like the right order ... kissing, fingering, cunt-eating, then blow jobs probably, and finally fucking? If they can hold out that long?" KittyKat didn't want to insult the boys, but Mistress had already given them a dose of truth-medicine.

"Or we could demonstrate a bit? You know, how to finger and cunt-eat? Nipple tease?"

KittyKat wasn't quite sure what Mistress wanted from her. She hadn't expected to get a say in what happened next.

"On the other hand, Peng could just fuck me? From behind? So the others can watch and learn?"

She hoped that would be acceptable to Mistress and tried to read the beautiful, wise, and knowing face for a hint of what would please her love the most.