Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy remained in front of the window, facing out, in position, while the sound of a zipper and clothing suggested that the Prof was going to waste no time. She waited for the 'good girl' at assuming the correct posture for the lesson but got nothing.

Instead, she was told to remain where she was but place her hands flat on the glass, which meant bending at the hips. The glass was cold to her touch, and the frame gave a little against her slight weight.

And then the Prof entered her from behind, a satisfied grunt announcing that he was all in. His thighs pressed against her legs and he started to fuck. Katy hoped that Mistress would watch closely and tell her later if she should have done anything different to be a good fuck.

With every thrust of the Prof's loins, Katy's hands pressed harder against the glass creating a rhythmic flexing of the window. It occurred to her that anyone looking would notice the reflection in the window constantly changing, maybe drawing their eye. They'd see a pair of hands flat on the glass; maybe even a face with glasses on behind the window, a naked girl, tits swinging forward and back, possibly even a man's shadowy figure behind her fucking her.

It made Katy smile, and she searched the windows opposite for any sign of a watcher. There was nothing that she could see. But looking down she noticed a few passers-by look up and stare before continuing on. She was again KittyKat the sex performer.

The Prof was gripping her hips in strong hands, pumping away, fucking her as if he owned her, grunting and muttering as his old cock sawed in and out of her recently prepared cunt, her own juices flowing freely and giving his hard erection a silky smooth firm tight fuck tunnel. She started to use her inner muscles to grip him and stimulate him further.

She was panting now, too, trying to watch Mistress in the reflection of the window, an innocent delight on her face, loving Mistress with every deep penetration of the Prof's cock.

She felt him tense. It was nearly time. He withdrew, spun her around and let her sink naturally to her knees, her hands holding on to his thighs, head back, mouth open, eyes gazing up into his. She was ready. More than ready. She was moistening further between her legs in anticipation, salivating, eager for her reward, hungry for fresh spunk. It had been hours since she'd last tasted any. She wasn't just ready, she was needy.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia watched her protege hold her position naked against the window, then the Professor remove his trousers before fucking her from behind. He committed the act without hesitation or turning his head to acknowledge he was being observed. Flavia might have been invisible.

She loved how uninhibited he was for an old fogey. KittyKat had obviously brought out his inner stud. He thrust into her hard and deep. Flavia hoped the girl was moist. The Professor clenched his buttocks, bending his knees and working himself under her ass so that his strokes were long, high and deep. Flavia heard them both grunting, taking loud breaths, the girl pushing against the window. Could passers by look up and see what was going on above their heads?

When the Professor withdrew and the girl fell to her knees it took Flavia by surprise. Which reaction surprised her too. Why shouldn’t KittyKat prefer to have the old man drain his semen into her mouth? And the Professor likewise. Especially if they were performing for someone on the street. Flavia made a mental note to sit closer to the window next time.

The girl opened her mouth, held his thighs and stuck out her tongue. They’d turned sideways giving Flavia an unimpeded view of the discharge. He pulled hard on his cock, dragging it almost to her face, grunting and coughing as his climax approached. And when he came, his semen dripped from his cock head rather than spurted, dribbling drop by drop onto KittyKat’s outstretched tongue, until very soon he was milking his cock, stroking and squeezing, her eyes on him, inviting him to use her as a cum dump. And with every last drop he spoke, but to Flavia, not the girl.

”I want to see KittyKat on my own.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

In a way, it was quite nice having just the Prof fuck her and cum for her. He wasn't competing for attention with Mistress's class of boys; she was all his. In a way. Except she wasn't, because he'd been teaching her the necessity of her fucking anyone and everyone. But it was still nice. He might be old, but he could still fuck, and his cock was hard enough and sizeable enough to give her those lovely sensations inside that she was only just beginning to discover.

After the fuck and cum Mistress left to do her own thing, but Katy was to go back to Mistress's house when she was finished for the day. The young student dutifully and demurely indicated her obedience, careful not to speak more than the minimum, being so aware of how the Prof didn't like her rambling on.

When it was just the two of them again, Katy sat in front of his desk, still nude apart from heels, legs crossed, notebook and pen to hand but cleaning her glasses from where some of her teacher's spunk had splashed the lens.

Once that was sorted she looked up at Prof Plum, ready for the lesson. Ready for anything. She leaned forward to put her essay notes on his desk, an accumulation of her thoughts and observations from the deflowering exercise and all the other things that had come to mind but leaving out the Club and hospital visits.

She'd mostly arranged the notes in bullet point format to keep from being verbose. It would be easy enough to translate her efforts into prose. Mostly it was about limits and limitations rethought in the light of losing her virginity and starting a life of fucking. And a joyful celebration of finally joining the ranks of women who fuck.

There was perhaps a hint of pride and self-congratulation in the tone despite the brevity of her words. She had avoided the word slut, not yet sure if she'd truly earned that accolade, that description of honour, but it was heavily hinted at. She expected that the Prof would notice. He always seemed to understand what she was trying to say.

And so the lesson began...

 

[ericrodman101]

Dr Flavia Martinelli watched the Professor fuck her protege in the window of his office. Much as she wanted to combine the two slutification projects, and to be present with the girl just to keep an eye on things, and even though the Professor had seemed to agree to this arrangement, he'd taken a different tack during the sex. So he wanted to see KittyKat on her won. She understood. It was a euphemism. He wanted to fuck her, just the two of them, no one else in the room. It wasn't for her, one on one, vanilla sex. The more people, the more variety, the more cocks and cunts and holes, the more aroused she was. Sex was a group activity for Flavia. An activity to be displayed, to be flaunted, to be shared as broadly as possible. But she understood. The Professor's taking of the girl's virginity yesterday with so many people in the room must have been a struggle for him, but needs must.

So she slipped away, quietly, without making eye contact. She'd text KittyKat, suggest she come back to the apartment rather than go home. In the mean time she had much to do, planning for both KittyKat's and Ricky's next activities.

.................................................................

Professor Angus Plum sat at his desk with KittyKat opposite. After fucking his student he had dressed, but she was still naked. He didn't mention the sex. Flavia had slipped away. That was good.

"Before you arrived, Dr Martinelli and I discussed your progress and how we might work together, especially given she has the same project for Ricky. I understand that you will work with Flavia and Ricky and so you should. Flavia is a giant in this business and you will learn much from her. And I'm sure Ricky is a sweet boy. Do whatever you like with him. And with other men. When you see me we will fuck, just the two of us. That is my wish and requirement. What you do when you are not with me...well, we're getting to that..

He took a deep breath. What he really wanted was to chain her in his room and keep her just for himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't really see a way to manage it. If he had a cabin in the woods, or a basement, or....what? Hmmm.

"So, your project. We are now at the point where the internal contradiction of slutification raises its ugly head. You are a student. This is an academic project. It requires research and analysis and recording and dissertation and assessment. But the essence of slutification is not academic. It is not a concept of the mind, but of the gut. Of the cunt you might say. Ha!"

He laughed and look closely at the girl to see that she was listening and understood.

"What I mean is that as you explore slutification, as you progress, you will actually be undertaking less academic study, less research. Those aspects of the project are for me to undertake. Your slutification must be an instinctive process. A slut does not think about sex. A slut does not weigh up options. A slut does not make choices. No. A slut opens her legs or her mouth instinctively. Like an animal. When a slut sees a cock, when a slut sees a man, or a group of men, or women for that matter, she doesn't ask 'will I fuck them or not?' No, she fucks them. She opens her legs or her mouth. She is a slut. A slut fucks. It is not a choice, but an instinct."

"So just as you entered the room tonight, disrobed, took up your position in the window and let me fuck you, so will you do that for every man. You will be his slut, available to be fucked merely by being present when he is present. So for example, if Friedrich was to walk into the room right now, as a slut you stand, even if I am speaking, and make yourself available to him, without comment, without analysis, without acknowledging me."

"Now this doesn't mean that every man you encounter will fuck you or want to fuck you. That is their choice. They have agency. But you are a sex opportunity for every man you encounter. Let me explain it like this. If a man is thirsty and he sees a drinking fountain, he drinks. The drinking fountain doesn't decide to let him drink or not. It is not sentient. It is a water source available to anyone and everyone who is thirsty. It is the same now for you. You are a place which provides sex. A sex fountain if you will. Any man or men who encounter you may fuck you if they wish, and you are simply the tap they turn on and off."

He looked at KittyKat closely again.

"Do you have any questions?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy listened thoughtfully while her Professor outlined more of his philosophy, let her deeper into his hopes for his project. And for her.

"A sex fountain?" she repeated, focusing on what might be the kernel of his ultimate goal. "I understand that I am available to anyone who comes in during our lessons; that's part of my learning process and obviously I'll fuck or suck or whatever, and enjoy it, even though my enjoyment is irrelevant." She paused, gathering her thoughts, aware of a conflict but unable initially to grasp its essence.

She filled the space with, "Of course, I realise that it's my duty to fuck every lesson, or suck cock, or whatever. That's understood. But outside of our lessons, outside the project I still have a life, an existence. Perhaps we might do some field work over a weekend? Where I can exercise that instinctive sluttiness? Let go my conscious choices and simply react sexually? With total sexual freedom?”

Then she grasped it. The problem was in the word sentient. A fountain wasn't. She was.

“But I will still need to analyse my own actions and feelings, and contrast the paradox of freedom and freewill on the one hand, and unthinking instinctive reactions on the other?”

Katy didn't think that she'd explained herself very well, but was wary of using any more words. The Prof seemed to hint that he might have heard enough already. Katy knew she had to reflect more on this. It was as if the academic study was supposed to take over every aspect of her life. Which wasn't what she had expected. She frowned and again looked into the Prof's face for better understanding.

Katy missed Mistress.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia missed KittyKat. It wasn't like her to get so sentimental. She busied herself, made dinner, tidied the kitchen, half watched the television. But her thoughts turned to the girl she'd watched standing obediently in the window being fucked by the Professor. The man who'd agreed to combine their projects and then reneged as soon as KittyKat had entered the room.

She knew how he felt. KittyKat was a vision. An angel. A godsend. Was it love? Maybe. Flavia's heart lifted when KittyKat entered the room. And so did the Professor's, she guessed. Treat her right, old man. Treat her right.

Love or sentiment or whatever, there was much to do. The next big outing for KittyKat and Ricky. Group sex for sure, Flavia mused. Bikers. Yes. Bikers. What better way to demonstrate slutdom than being fucked by big hairy bikers? She wrote a text to her biker friend, Red, a guy she'd known for years. They'd fucked, but then Flavia had fucked nearly everyone she knew. On film. Before he'd become a biker. Before he grew out his hair and acquired tattoos and a belly. Red had been a sweet young guy working on a porn set and on a whim, Flavia had proposed he play her stepson in a scene. Soft hands, big cock, came too quickly. She smiled.

'I want to organise a group fuck scene,' she said. 'Can I use your biker bar on Saturday? Young girl and guy I mentor. I will need 2 to 4 bikers to fuck them. You can join in if you want. Love, Flavia'.

She pressed send and felt satisfied for a moment. But KittyKat. Why deny myself, Flavia thought? Why not? She wrote a second text. To KittyKat. 'Come back here after class. I have a proposition'. She pressed send again. A proposition. Hmmm.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy reclined on the sofa and sipped from her glass of wine. Red wine. Almost the colour of blood. What had she heard one of the girls say? “I don't mind the sight of blood, especially every month!” Katy understood. Now that she was a fucker, she'd want that monthly reassurance, too.

But her satisfaction wasn't just from reclining half naked, in just comfy panties, on a sofa drinking wine, not even from being treated as a grown-up by Mistress, but from being entwined on the sofa with Mistress as if they belonged together. It was like total acceptance. For the first time that she could remember, Katy felt accepted and loved for who she was, good and bad. Okay, loved was too strong a word. Mistress couldn't fall in love with such an unsophisticated simpleton, but she did act in a loving way. Which was easily enough for Katy. With her own parents, she had always felt a gentle pressure to conform and excel. With Mistress she felt alive and free to be herself.

They were side by side on the sofa in Mistress's home, Katy's right shoulder against Mistress's left, wine glasses in respective outer hands, legs intersecting in an over and under that had just naturally happened. And they were talking about Katy's lesson today with Prof Plum. Katy's right hand snuck between Mistress's legs and gently fondled the clitoris and labia, working the dampness around the folds as they talked.

Mistress had listened carefully to the report on the Prof's latest teaching and Katy's counter offer of a Field Weekend; listened to Katy's account of the window fuck that Mistress had herself observed. Allowed Katy to use as many words as she wished as she tried to express her own awareness of the contradiction between freedom on the one hand and the non-sentient sex fountain on the other.

Katy loved how Mistress let her ramble on, but realised that she had probably said enough. “So, um, I've been selfish again, sorry. I'll shut up. What was the proposition?” She turned a little to better see Mistress's gorgeous face, particularly her eyes. And to listen. And to get a better angle to play with Mistress's pussy. And to sip more wine just like a grown-up.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia lay back on the sofa and let KittyKat prattle on. The girl talked too much for sure, but she had a sweet voice. And now that the red wine was taking effect, KittyKat's chatter softened into a gentle chiming of which the older woman was only half conscious.

So the Professor had proposed that KittyKat become a sex fountain. Flavia smiled when she heard that analogy. It was vintage Angus, vintage dirty old man. If he wanted a sex doll then he could order one from the catalogue. Slutification was one thing, but it wasn't lobotomization. She, Flavia Martinelli, was a slut. There was more video confirmation of that than you can watch in a month. But she was in control, making decisions, consenting even when she was acting out non-consent. That was the strength of a slut. Anyone could be used and abused by men, or women, or whomever. But Flavia the slut was used and abused on her own terms.

Organizing the biker bar group sex opportunity had put her in mind of a biker gangbang video she'd done when she was much younger, but not a novice. The group scene would be just KittyKat and Ricky and the 2 to 4 bikers she'd asked Red to organize. And maybe Red too if he wanted to join in. But her own biker scene had been 10 or 12 guys. She couldn't quite remember and they way it had been filmed, it was hard to count how many cocks were actually involved. The premise had been non-consent. Innocent young girl walks into biker bar looking to use the phone after car breaks down or something. It wasn't important. It was the only part of the movie with a plot. The rest was simply a dozen big hairy tattooed guys raping a girl in a bar.

The film had been well received, although some of her contemporaries thought the rape was a bit too realistic for them, simulated or not. Rape was a strong word. It had been marketed as Rape of Innocence. Maybe it was too much, but rape sold videos. It was a fantasy which appealed to the market.

"What was the proposition?" Flavia heard KittyKat's voice through a haze of tipsiness and arousal now that the girl was fingering her clit as she talked.

The proposition. That KittyKat move into Flavia's apartment. Into her bed? Maybe. Maybe not just not yet. Separate beds made for options for fucking. Your bed or mine.

Flavia roused herself, pulling herself upright. Her gown was open. She was naked underneath.

"Is that how much we've drunk?" she said, looking at a sea of empty bottles. "The proposition? Hmm. I'll get to that. And before I forget, the field weekend is a good idea. Sign round your neck, etc. Think about the best place to do it. Might need to be a slightly controlled environment. I mean, if you sit in the mall with a sign round your neck asking men to fuck you, you might get moved on. Fucked for sure, but moved on. A country club maybe. Private property. Somewhere they can't say you're disturbing the peace or scandalizing public decency. As for the rest of Angus's fuckery, just say yes and do what you like. Ha!"

She staggered over to a cabinet and rummaged in her CD collection.

"I want to show you this," she said, slipping a CD into the player. "Talking about agency and slutdom. This is me in Rape of Innocence. One of my finest pieces. I've arranged for you and Ricky to do a scene at a biker bar this weekend and this might give you some ideas. Not that it will be anything like this."

The movie commenced on the wall screen. Flavia adjusted the sound, then returned to the sofa, lying down next to KittyKat.

"And you can put your hand back between my legs while we watch," she said, opening her thighs.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy giggled and quickly resumed masturbating Mistress as they settled once more. She adored how Mistress made her feel. It was wonderful to have someone actually listen to her and allow her to talk and pour out all those jumbled and sometimes incoherent thoughts, and she could pretend that Mistress actually enjoyed their sex together, that Katie was pleasing to Mistress.

She didn't want to fool herself however much she wanted Mistress to be in love with her. It simply wasn't going to happen. But Katy could allow herself to fall in love with Mistress. It didn't matter that at some point Mistress would tire of the slow and immature student. Katy would enjoy being in love for as long as she could, and prepare a safety net to catch the broken pieces of her heart when that time came.

Came. Or come. Or cum. Katy's thoughts returned to sex, and not just because the video they were watching showed a very much younger Mistress seeking help in a bar full of rough, lusty men who ogled her and obviously wouldn't let out again until they'd all fucked her. Whether she wanted it or not. Not, as it turned out.

“You're so stunning and sexy, Mistress,” Katy commented while speeding up her diddling around Mistress's clit, “I can see why everyone wants to fuck you.” They watched and chatted as the innocent young Flavia was manhandled and stripped, the force and protestations so believable. “And you're such a good actress! It actually looks like you didn't want them all to service their hard meaty cocks in you.” The sheer sexiness that young Flavia radiated was getting to Katy, as was the prospect of a dozen big cocks using her for release. Her breathing was quickening and her left hand was between her own legs while her right continued to pleasure Mistress.

On-screen, Flavia was now naked and bent over a table as a group of the men held her down and fingered her asshole and pussy, peeling her open, finger fucking her as she struggled and protested, one guy using a beer bottle as a dildo.

“Ooh! Look at that!” Katy exclaimed and leaned forward to grab two empty wine bottles, handing one to Mistress. They then each inserted theirs into the other, fucking each other with just the tip and neck of the glass fuck toys. “Fuck, Mistress, I'd love to do that!” Katy said, her eyes fixed on the screen action. “We should make a sequel, you returning to the same bar with your daughter, me, and facing the next generation of bikers!”

They were now both fucking each other's bottle for all they were worth, enjoying the spectacle of young Flavia being forcibly fucked; vaginally, anally, orally; double penetrated, triple. It was awesome.

And then the cum shots.

“Oh fuck!” Katy muttered. Then again, ”Oh fuck!” and again, and again. Over and over as cock after cock emptied the contents of his balls in and on young Flavia.

Katy cummed. Mistress cummed. It was hot, sweaty, sexy.

“Oh fuck,” muttered Katy as she came down from her orgasm. “We have GOT to do that!” pointing an exhausted hand towards the screen. “When we've filmed the bar scene this weekend. With Ricky. Will he be my boyfriend in the story? Or are you Mum with your son and daughter?” Katy let her hand flop down and rest again between Mistress's now empty but slick pussy. She leaned over and started to lick Mistress clean, her soft probing tongue finding all the crevices and slurping up the love juice. She couldn't help holding Mistress's clitoris in her mouth for a moment, fellating it, and being rewarded with another outpouring of cunt nectar. Which she also lapped up.

She looked up with soiled face still between Mistress's thighs and made eye contact with her idol. She couldn't fight it any longer. “I fucking love you, Mistress.”

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia woke for the second morning in a row with KittyKat in her bed. The girl slept soundly. They'd watched the porn video the night before and fucked each other using the wine bottles as dildos, just like the guys in the film. And now KittyKat wanted to re-enact the bottle scene with herself and her mentor. Well, Flavia thought, lying back in the early morning sun, that might just work.

The older woman could taste the girl on her lips, and feel the memory of the girl's lips on her clitoris. After the bottles, the two women had cleaned each other up, then adjourned to the bedroom with the regular dildos. These late night trysts with KittyKat were becoming a habit.

And why not, Flavia thought. After all, that was the proposition. That KittyKat move in to the apartment. Flavia had never actually got to the proposition. They'd been too engrossed in pleasuring each other. But she had no doubt it was the right idea and KittyKat would agree.

Of course, for KittyKat this was love. She would love to move in with the woman she loved, at least at this point in time, so they could just fuck as well as live their lives together.

For Flavia love was a more anodyne question. She took the Marxist view that love is a fraud perpetrated by the crypto fascist corporate state to ensnare young women in unequal relationships. At least that was what she'd written in her undergraduate thesis. And the Marxist professor she'd been fucking while he supervised her work, had given her top marks.

But just because two people were on different pages didn't mean they couldn't share their lives. It wouldn't last forever anyway, whether you called it love or fraud. It never did. Things changed. People changed. KittyKat loved her yesterday and probably today, but tomorrow? Who could tell?

Flavia resolved to put the proposition to KittyKat sometime today. First there was breakfast to organise and then a project involving bikers, bars, and bottles.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Hmmmmmmmmm ...” Katy sighed, stretched, and smiled. Actually, that wasn't quite right. She'd been already smiling. She knew she was in Mistress's bed. Again. She wanted to live in this bed forever. Naked. Available. She slowly opened her eyes. Sleep had just sort of dissipated like a mist evaporating and giving way to a beautiful sunny day. Mistress was her sunshine.

Katy was in love. She knew it. She'd said it. Declared it to Mistress. She didn't have to hide it or pretend anymore. She was in love. Her smile widened into a grin and her fingers explored her pussy, checking that she was still okay down there after the munching and bottle fucking and dildo extravaganza. It had been like a private festival of sex. Orgasms wall to wall. And her vagina was fine and ready for more.

She was alone in bed, but the aroma of breakfast told her where Mistress was. Katy rolled out of the bed, and still naked opened the drapes and looked out on the freshness of a new day. She was ecstatically happy. After padding into the bathroom and weeing, she washed her hands, face, and bottom and brushed her teeth, then took a small cotton throw off the bed and tied it loosely around her hips. Her footsteps on the stairs were silent, and she glided into the kitchen on bare feet.

“Good morning, Mistress,” she said respectfully, not wanting to presume anything just because she'd given her heart. She knew Mistress would be careful with it, even if she wouldn't reciprocate. “Isn't it an absolutely gorgeous day?”

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia gazed at her boys working hard in the film studio. What was KittyKat doing now? The number of times KittyKat popped into her head surprised her, and yet it didn't. The girl was essentially living with her now, sharing the apartment, sharing the bed, sharing pretty much everything. Was it permanent? Well, no. Nothing was permanent. But while it lasted Flavia was happy to make the most of it. KittyKat was sweet, she was good company, they had much to achieve together. And the sex was OK too.

And there were the protestations of love. What to make of them? True love? Puppy love? Love as a substitute for something else like lust, maybe? Flavia didn't doubt KittyKat was genuine. Was in love with her. But the girl was still a teenager, for fuck's sake. She'd fall in love a thousand times yet, especially in the field of academic and artistic endeavor she'd chosen. Love was OK, Flavia decided, but it didn't pay the bills. Hard graft did that, putting yourself out there. And KittyKat would get to understand that putting herself out was the primary goal, and love an optional extra, nice to find occasionally, but in no way essential.

Gavin and Ricky were editing some of KittyKat's work. The virginity loss. The Professor banging away like the horny old man that he was. He would fuck KittyKat again this evening, as he did every weekday evening before they had a class. KittyKat told her tonight would be all about Pavlovian responses. The Professor wanted her to examine Pavlov and his experiments with dogs, and whether the same instinctive responses could be triggered in humans, specifically in young girls like KittyKat when confronted with sexual opportunity.

The Professor made Flavia smile. So much in common and yet so different, their academic careers. He was fixated on sex for it's own sake, whereas she studied pleasure. Sex was no different to good food or fine wine or skydiving or music. If it gave you pleasure it was good. If you orgasmed even better. And sex was what made Flavia orgasm. The Professor regarded orgasm as merely a symptom of slutification, not an outcome. Who was right? And did it matter?

"Ricky!" Flavia called the Chinese boy over. "You're on for the weekend," she said. "I've teed up my old friend Red and the biker bar for a group scene, you, KittyKat and 2 to 4 bikers. Let's see who turns up. The objective will be contrast. You and KittyKat, clear skinned, slight, fresh-faced, innocent, and the bikers, hairy, dirty, tattooed, big and ugly, you get my drift?"

He nodded.

"It will mean anal," she said. "You OK with that after last time?"

He nodded again, maybe a little less enthusiastically.

"So you've been practising? The exercises I showed you with the dildo? Good. And we'll have the poppers to relax you."

She dismissed him and watched him returning to his work with Gavin. So pretty, she mused. So feminine. His slender hips and legs, soft lips, clean and healthy. And yet, happy to be slutified, to be violated and degraded and soiled all in the name of academe. Flavia shrugged. Been there, done that, got the Tshirt!

What was KittyKat doing now, she wondered....

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was time for another lesson with the Prof. Again, Katy gathered her things and left the library, looking like a typical student in her non-descript top and leggings. Nothing overtly sexy or suggestive. It was as if she wasn't actually a slut at all. She even contemplated getting a boyfriend but not letting him get too fresh. The idea of being a virginal, shy girlfriend who balked even at letting her boy touch her boobs on the one hand, while fucking her Professor every lesson, subbing sexually to Mistress every night, and fucking everyone each of them told her to without question, on the other hand, made her smile. She might even fuck his friends behind his back? But no, that would be cruel. And she wasn't cruel. But his Dad? That might be fun.

Her thoughts occupied her all the way to the Prof's door. She wondered who would be in there with him today. It didn't matter.

She knocked, entered, closed the door behind her, and proceeded to undress, stripping naked apart from shoes and glasses. She remembered Mistress's advice, to agree to everything the Prof suggested, but actually to do whatever she wanted. What was Mistress doing now, she wondered ...

Placing the notebook and pen on the desk, she crossed to the window facing out, hands on her head. Then she thought better of it and bent forward at the hips, one hand on her knees, the other flat against the glass of the window. The 'ready to be fucked' position.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia found herself standing in the yard below the Professor’s window. KittyKat stood in the window, one hand on the glass, the other on her knees, just like the previous night. When she’d watched Angus fuck her protege before dismissing her. Well tonight there would be no dismissal.

The Professor came up behind the girl. The room was poorly lit. KittyKat was silhouetted and the man with her in deep shadow. Flavia could tell he wasn’t naked, but then naked wasn’t Professor Angus Plum’s style. He was way too stitched up for nakedness. Flavia imagined he was fully clothed with just his cock out of his trousers, stroking and pulling it, readying himself to enter the girl from behind, bend his knees, fit himself under her buttocks, open her cunt with his fingers and insert his cock, up inside her until she was pinned, supported almost, impaled on the cock like a carnival doll on a stick. Flavia had fucked in that position before. Indeed, she’d fucked in every position imaginable. Standing tall with your back against the man while he entered you from underneath wasn’t her favourite but needs must.

As Flavia watched KittyKat take the Professor inside her, the older woman found herself touching herself, first on the outside of her clothes, but then pulling them up so she could finger herself, flesh on flesh. Soon she was wet and aroused, pushing her fingers inside her cunt, teasing her clitoris, massaging and rubbing, feeling her breathing deepen, then a little moan escape her lips.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

While the Professor banged away, his cock thrusting repetitively into her cunt as if he were masturbating himself more than fucking, Katy adjusted her eyes from studying her reflection in the glass, and that of her Prof taking his daily sex, to look through the window to the world outside.

She smiled. There was Mistress, looking up at her. And possibly accompanying her protege's own intercourse with some self-loving. Trying not to disrupt her Prof's rhythm, Katy carefully opened part of the window with the hand that had been on her knee, the other hand bracing her against the still closed pane. This was better. She could now see Mistress clearly, and the fresh air on her swaying tits felt refreshing. Which made her think that she must talk to Mistress about open-air fucking.

Katy waved and blew a kiss down to Mistress, oblivious to whoever else might be watching, might see her. As long as she didn't get kicked out of the University, what did it matter? She knew that not everyone yet held the same open-minded views on sluttery as the Prof and Mistress, but hopefully, no one would go as far as to object. Katy wondered if Mistress was going to come and join them for today's lesson.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia smiled when KittyKat blew her the kiss through the open window. She nodded, blew the kiss back, then watched the Professor saw his cock into her protege the way she was sawing with her own fingers inside her cunt. Masturbation was only improved by doing it in a public place. The street was dark, and here in the bushes Flavia was unlikely to be seen unless someone came looking. She wondered if KittyKat would tell the Professor who she'd seen below, watching their tryst in the window.

When she came, she moaned into the night. Stifled, but not silenced. Loud enough to be heard. There were people on the street, passers by. Had they heard the sound of a woman orgasming? Had they understood what it was? She took her fingers from her cunt and sucked on her own juices. I'm going upstairs, she decided. Not staying. Just letting Angus know that he's not having it all his own way. And letting KittyKat know I'm not abandoning her. He can see her on his own part of the time, she thought. And the other part...well, let's see what happens.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mistress had gone. Oh well. At least she'd acknowledged their eye contact. It had made Katy smile. Being in love was a wonderful thing. She was bursting to tell the Prof while he continued to fuck her from behind, but didn't want to share the moment with him. He was grunting and thrusting and seemed to be in a world of his own. He certainly hadn't looked out of the window and seen Mistress.

Katy wondered if anyone had apart from her. There was something sexy and fun about Mistress masturbating in the bushes. Katy wondered if they might do it together sometime. Maybe she could eat Mistress somewhere outdoors where they might be discovered? There were so many sexual experiences to be had,and Katy was still almost virginal. She had done so little, barely experimented. She sighed, so much sex still to try.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia made her way upstairs to the Professor’s room. She stood outside the door, considering for a moment whether she should knock. The idea of deferring to her colleague nagged at her, and she tried the door. It was unlocked. She turned the knob and entered.

The Professor and KittyKat were still engaged fucking in the window. The Professor came loudly as Flavia entered the room. She’d always thought of him as inhibited and unassuming. Yet she found him moaning at full voice, grunting as he thrust himself into the girl, milking himself into her as he came.

KittyKat faced the window. Neither had heard Flavia enter the room so she simply stood, silent, watching the liaison play out much as it had last night. It was sexy and stimulating watching them fuck. Age difference was always titillating, Flavia thought, and this was what? Forty years? For some reason she had an image of the Professor’s wife at home being fucked by a young male student. Was that likely? Perhaps, Flavia thought, I should send one of the boys round to see to Mrs Plum. Gavin would be happy to oblige. Yes, Gavin. Flavia resolved to ask him next time she saw him.

Something made the Professor sense he was being watched. He turned his head, spied Flavia, nodded, executed one last deep thrust into KittyKat and withdrew, without ceremony or even the least tenderness, and turned to face the visitor, his sixty year old cock already losing its lustre.

”Stay in the window,” he said to KittyKat. “Facing out, hands on the glass, legs apart. My cum will run down your legs. I will conduct the class without us making eye contact. You will only look out the window. It will be a lesson in depersonalisation.”

Flavia nodded. She understood. It was the Professor’s class to conduct however he pleased. She was his guest, albeit one with a close interest in his student. But for the time being at least, she’d go along with whatever he was doing and not reveal herself to KittyKat.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Knowing how the Prof disliked Katy talking except when specifically required, Katy only nodded her acknowledgment of his instruction.

She stood at the window, half of which was open. Since it was dark outside and light in the office, she would be nicely illuminated for anyone who bothered to look up. And easily visible through one part, at least.

A lesson in depersonalisation. That made some sense and was consistent with the philosophy the Prof was teaching. Katy remembered Mistress's advice, agree to whatever Prof says but just do your own thing. It was quite liberating. Yet another reason why she was in love with Mistress.

In the short time that Katy had been actively fucking, she'd not yet experienced this thing of standing and letting her cunt empty itself of the injected spunk. She tried exercising her pelvic floor and combined with her inner muscles managed to eject some of the Prof's cream, feeling it dribble and drip down her inner thighs. It was a little uncomfortable, especially with the cool evening air from the window, but not altogether unpleasant. It did seem to be a bit of a waste of sperm, though. But never mind, if that's what the Prof wanted, that's what she'd do. In lessons, anyway.

Instead of focusing through the glass she looked at the images reflected in it and noticed Mistress. Katy smiled. There was something about being in the same room as Mistress that made her happy. She wasn't sure what it was exactly. Part just being near her, part being able to see her, part knowing that she was there, part sharing every aspect of her life with her Mentor, part just being in love, she supposed. But Katy didn't want to share it with the Prof. Mistress could if she wanted, but not Katy. Not yet. She was too happy and it was too personal. At some point, she'd tell Mum and Dad. They probably wouldn't approve, but they'd have to get over it. More difficult would be telling them that she was making porn films.

Katy squeezed out some more cum just because she could. It was sort of showing off to Mistress. A hey look at me, Mistress,I just been fucked! Childish, silly, immature. But fun. But mostly because she wanted Mistress's attention.

 

[ericrodman101]

While Flavia imagined she could remain unnoticed by KittyKat, it became obvious fairly quickly that the girl knew her mentor was in the room. KittyKat was performing not just for the Professor, but for someone who cared. The Professor didn't care in the least, of course. His whole project was slutification. Depersonalisation. The girl was just a piece of meat he masturbated into. No, Flavia could tell the way KittyKat was moving her body, bending and reshaping, and then letting the professor's cum run down her legs, displaying them, opening herself up as if for a near spectator, that she had been sprung.

The window, of course. The reflection. She smiled when she realised. How stupid could she be? And KittyKat smiled back, Flavia thought, showing off to her mentor even as the Professor drilled himself into her.

Flavia knew the old man couldn't stay hard for long, and indeed, he soon withdrew, his cock softening as he stood, back to the window, eyeing his colleague critically.

"Flavia," he said as he tucked himself in and zipped his trousers. "How nice to see you. And without an invitation."

"We've always had an open door policy, Angus," she said. "You know that. Why, you've walked in on my sessions many times."

Professor Angus Plum sat behind his desk. KittyKat remained in the window as he instructed, face to the glass, legs apart, cum-soaked thighs glistening in the harsh light.

"I have a lesson to conduct," he said. "Tonight we are talking about depersonalisation. About sex as an instinctive act. Pavlovian. The idea that someone can be conditioned like a dog to hear a bell ring and have to fuck, without thought, without analysis, without weighing anything up. But simply to be aroused by a bell."

With that he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a smell metal bell, the type you might give to an invalid to keep at their bedside to summons help. He rang it before placing it on the blotter.

"Ding, ding," he said, looking at Flavia wickedly.

Flavia looked at KittyKat, wondering if she'd already been exposed to the bell test and would respond by fucking the Professor again. Not that he would likely attain a second erection.

"Women don't fuck because a man rings a bell, Angus."

The Professor made to pick up the bell again, but thought better of it.

"Do they need money, Flavia?" he said. "Should I train KittyKat to fuck at the sound of a crisp banknote being crunched in the hand? Or the swish of a pen on a contract. Or an alarm clock? A fire engine? The Nightly News Theme? Huh?"

"You're just being silly now, Angus," Flavia said, glancing across to KittyKat, still standing in the window. What must she be thinking of this crazy conversation and his megalomania?

"Well, it's my project," the Professor said, leaning back in the chair and folding his arms. "And I'll conduct it how I like. Now, did you have anything you wanted to say or are you ready to leave?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy listened to the Professor talk, chatting with Mistress and instructing his student at the same time, though his focus was entirely on his visitor. It occurred to Katy that Mistress was actually enhancing the concept being taught. For as long as he talked to Mistress, the objectified student was simply an item in the same room.

If she hadn't got to know Dr Flavia, Katy would never have thought to question or challenge anything the Professor said. But hearing Mistress spar with him, she knew that his ideas really did need the occasional questioning. Like now.

Here he was talking about instinct and Pavlov. But the two were totally different. One was natural and inborn, the other was taught, conditioned in response to reward.

Obviously, sex, fucking, was an instinct. Every animal instinctively reproduced, though humans had elevated fucking to recreation as well. Thank goodness. A sign of biological superiority. Sex is not just for making babies, but for fun. And penises and sperm aren't limited to vaginas but could go in anuses and mouths. That was real advancement. Sperm could be drunk, swallowed. Should be drunk and swallowed. And worn as a facial adornment. Katy would put all this in her next essay.

When the Prof got to the bit about fucking to different stimuluses, or stimuli, she wondered? Whatever, while listening to that bit, her eyes brightened at the idea of fucking to the sound of crisp banknotes. She nodded her agreement to Mistress's reflection. Fucking for money. Nothing weird about that. Much more sensible than fucking to a bell. Lots of women fuck for money. Professional porn actresses fuck for money. Or suck. Or guzzle spunk. All kinds of things. And even mainstream actresses take off all their clothes for money, stripping naked for the camera in movies and even TV shows. It was all perfectly normal.

But the bit that the Prof seemed to be missing was the reward aspect of Pavlov. Since the Prof had already mentioned the subject, Katy had done a bit of background reading. Salivating in anticipation of food. That was the original experiment. Well, she could fuck in anticipation of payment. Cash. Crisp banknotes. Maybe Mistress and she could share the earnings from her pavlovian fuck training? That might be fun. They could go out to dinners, buy clothes, matching underwear, sex toys, double-ended dildos. All kinds of things. Katy wanted a collar and leash like she'd recently seen on the internet while browsing to expand her education. She made a mental note to mention it to Mistress, to seek permission.

Her musings at the window, still in position, were interrupted on hearing the Prof suggest Mistress leave. Katy tried her hardest to communicate with just her eyes, begging her to stay. No reason why the Prof couldn't teach with Mistress still in the room. She waited anxiously for the grown-ups to decide what they were doing.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia folded her arms across her chest as if she'd made her mind up.

"There's no reason you can't teach KittyKat with me in the room, Angus," she said. "Besides, I might learn something too. Something to help me teach KittyKat and Ricky. You know, the sum of the parts yada yada..."

She could see KittyKat looking at her now, still in the window, but turning her head, imploring with her eyes that Flavia stay. The older woman was sure of it. Maybe Angus was too rough. Maybe he scared KittyKat. It didn't matter. Angus was mad, really. Mad and bad and crazy and twisted. If he was going to abuse KittyKat, she was going to stay and make sure things went OK and only far enough.

She looked back at the Professor who stared daggers at her. She could tell he wanted to speak, to swear at her, say something demeaning and misogynistic. Flavia willed him to say it, to let down his guard, disgrace himself, so she could respond, cut him down, make him regret he'd ever crossed Doctor Flavia Martinelli. But he said nothing. Beaten, she thought. Had his way with the girl and now weakened by the cum down, and my strength of purpose. Good, she thought.

"Yada yada," he said eventually, softly, almost to himself. "Yada yada. I guess that says it all, dear Flavia." He sighed. "You can stay."

Flavia felt like she'd won a big victory and sighed with him.

"But only if you stand in the window naked next to KittyKat."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Well that surprised Katy. Not that the Prof had given in to Mistress, but the condition he suggested, if she was to stay.

Obviously, it would be lovely to stand at window with Mistress, both naked, while the Prof did his teaching. But only because they wanted to. Not because Prof Plum insisted. And it was important to Katy that Mistress win this battle of wills. In truth, she was stronger. But if she gave in, Mistress would become less. And Katy couldn't have that. Didn't want that. Would hate that. It would break her heart. She could already feel the first tendrils of vulnerability. Mistress mustn't give in.

Panic set in. Katy started to hyperventilate. Not a lot. Not on purpose. She just couldn't get enough air. Not breathing hard so anyone would notice, she hoped. Yes, she was panicking. Still in position, still obedient, compliant. But if Mistress gave in, Katy's world would come crashing down.

Rationally, it made no sense at all. She would be no different than before she met Mistress. But things had changed. She, Katy, had changed. Her whole existence revolved around Mistress. Her sun, her light, her strength, her purpose.

Katy had known that the relationship would end eventually, that Mistress would get bored with her, that Katy didn't have anything to give. But not like this. Not through Mistress giving in. It couldn't happen. Mustn't happen.

The fear and panic grew. Her eyes hurt from the unblinking stare. She was blacking out, could feel her vision narrowing, like that tunnel people talk about. It was all going wrong. She was dizzy, couldn't keep her head on straight. The window was moving. The wall was moving. The room was spinning. The floor had lifted itself and was pressing on her cheek. Everything faded ...

 

[ericrodman101]

"Angus, you're just being silly now. As if I'm going to stand in the fucking window for you..."

Flavia saw KittyKat fall. She moved quickly but not quickly enough. The girl hit the floor. Hard. The older woman was by her side, cradling her head, cooing into her ears, gently pinching her cheeks.

"She's breathing Angus. Help me get her onto the sofa."

Flavia and the Professor picked KittyKat up and carried her across the room, placing her on her back on the cushions. The girl was already rousing from the faint, her eyes slowly opening, her breath stronger, but not yet back to normal. The older woman gestured for the Professor to stand back.

"KittyKat," she said. "Beautiful girl. You fainted. You're on the sofa in the Professor's room. Just lie still and when you're ready I'll take you home. Don't worry about the class tonight. You can make it up another time."

Flavia looked round at the Professor who stared back unhappily. Was he contrite about what had happened, she wondered. If not now, she vowed, then he would be later.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Voices. Katy could hear voices. At least, she thought she did. She was dreaming of being in Mistress's arms, of her love speaking softly. It made her heart almost burst with happiness. A tear escaped. She felt it, and realised that this was not a dream. Katy had a memory of panic and fear. A paralysing fear. One that had made her shut down. But somehow she knew that she was safe, that Mistress had caught her, rescued her, saved her. Her mentor, her lover, her hero.

Katy knew, even in her semi-aware state, that she was head over heels gone.

"Mistress," she whispered, the word so delicious to her, so special. She moaned, needing to feel her touch, hear her voice again. The room was coming back into focus but she wasn't yet ready to sit up and meet it. She'd fainted. That's what Mistress had said. Katy felt so foolish. And yet the fear had been real. Without reliving its horror, she remembered what she'd been afraid of. It had been the possibility of her world crashing down around her. But Mistress was here, with her, holding the world together. Holding Katy's world together. She could do that. She could probably do anything.

"I love you so fucking much," she muttered, probably just in her head, but maybe not. Katy was beginning to come to.