Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[ericrodman101]

"I love you so fucking much," KittyKat whispered. Flavia smiled as she cradled the girl's head. She couldn't help it. Of course she knew KittyKat was smitten. No other explanation fitted the girl's behavior. Or Flavia's for that matter. Was Flavia in love? Maybe. She didn't believe in love. But that was not important to KittyKat, she knew. The girl was an incurable romantic. She could read KittyKat like a book. A Mills and Boon, even if an uncharacteristically pornographic one. When KittyKat let Angus fuck her, when she sucked multiple cocks, when she took them up her ass, when she licked cum or tongued assholes or engaged in whatever nefarious act, she was doing it for love, for the love of Flavia. And if there was one sexual act which said 'this is true love' it was being gangbanged because the person you loved wanted you to do it.

Should she respond to KittyKat? Tell the girl she loved her too? If she did would it be true or just what the girl wanted to hear? Flavia hesitated. She could feel the girl recovering slowly in her hands, and Angus breathing down her neck. What would he make of KittyKat's declaration, assuming he'd heard it. Because Flavia knew she had a rival for KittyKat's love. Angus, the Professor, loved her too. Unlike KittyKat, he just couldn't express it. Unlike Flavia.....maybe that was what she was called to do, to combat Angus's puppy love by telling KittyKat she loved her. Not because she did, but because it would divert the Professor, calm him down, defuse his aggressive ardor, and maybe ease the tension in the room, in the triangular relationship, not immediately perhaps, but in time.

The girl's eyes were closed. "I love you too," Flavia said, half mouthed, half whispered, hoping Angus might hear her, but maybe not KittyKat. Love was a bridge which could be crossed in only one direction. Once she and KittyKat were on the other side Angus might calm down and go back to being a boring nerdy old academic. But Flavia and KittyKat, together, on their own? Was that a good idea? Hmmm, she'd said it now. Maybe the girl hadn't heard her. Or only imagined it. Maybe...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy smiled. She didn't know if she'd actually heard Mistress say it, but the reassurance of how she was being held told the young woman that Mistress loved her too. She knew it. It was true. Mistress wouldn't be so kind and attentive and generous and, well, loving, if it weren't true. The realisation sent tingles through the young woman's body, a body that was so recently awakened to all kinds of pleasures.

Licking her dry lips, she moved a hand to her bare tummy and then down to between her legs. Parting her knees a bit, she investigated with her fingers; her cunt was now closed after the fucking the Prof had given her. But some of his spunk was still there. Slightly sticky but not dry. Katy ran her fingers through it and between her closed labia, smearing goo over her clit hood and squeezing the covered nub gently. It felt really nice.

Breathing a deep sigh of satisfaction, a recognition that once more all was well with her world, Katy opened her eyes again and looked up into the face that she loved so much. Her smile widened and her masturbation became a little faster. It was great to be able to lie nude in her teacher's office and touch herself regardless of who else was present. This was freedom.

"I think I'm ok now, Mistress," she said softly, reclining relaxed and at peace, her fingers stimulating her sex. "You know I'll do anything for you, anything to please you?" She glanced over to her Professor and added, "and I'll be a good obedient student, a good scholar," as she diddled her cunt lubricated with his spunk, looking him in the eye.

 

[ericrodman101]

(a week later in Flavia's apartment...)

Dr Flavia Martinelli looked upon the sleeping KittyKat and smiled. Who'd have imagined after the fracas in the Professor's room that the rest of the week would be so calm and orderly? Only a few short days ago her protege had collapsed on the floor while she and Professor Angus Plum argued about the course of KittyKat's education. It was a moment of such intense emotion and fundamental disagreement that Flavia had expected an end to something; to her relationship with Angus or with KittyKat; to the girl's program; even perhaps, to the two old academic friends and colleagues teaching together.

And yet afterwards, as she cradled KittyKat in her arms and Angus ordered a taxi to take the girl back to the apartment, the tensions had been exorcised and things returned to an even keel with a speed and a resolution she could never have predicted.

Perhaps Angus was simply happy to fuck KittyKat hard and ostentatiously in his window before each lesson. Maybe that was all he needed to stake his territory and satisfy his needs. Why, he'd even become accustomed to Flavia watching. Being in the room while he fucked KittyKat was non-negotiable for Flavia now. And not just the Professor. When any man fucked her protege. It was a bottom line, so to speak. The girl was young and still impressionable, even if she was no longer virginal, but rapidly becoming a seasoned performer, a slut, a harlot, a whore.

Yes, a whore, Flavia thought, as the girl lay still, breathing softly in the morning sun, as if her hymen was still intact, as if no man had ever used her, penetrated her, drained his cock into her mouth or her cunt or her ass, as if she were indeed the innocent she looked, and not the uninhibited sexual being who'd spread her legs and opened her mouth and reveled in being publicly violated, time after time, in the past few weeks.

And that was her attraction, Flavia thought. To look virginal and yet to behave like the most unrestrained slut. Flavia smiled. The girl's initiation was nearly complete. Tomorrow would be the biker bar scene she'd planned. Where KittyKat and Ricky would get to perform in the biker bar where Flavia herself had performed all those years ago. It would be cathartic, Favia realized, taking back her screen son and daughter to the bar where their screen mother had been violated, had become the porn star whose screen career had preceded her academic career, indeed been the catalyst for it. Would it be a catalyst for KittyKat? For Ricky? Or just another group fuck on film?

The girl was stirring....

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy took a deep breath in, recognising Mistress's scent, and smiled a wide, deeply satisfied smile. She opened her eyes.

There's nothing quite like seeing the beautiful face of the person who holds your heart when you first awake. Katy gazed up into the eyes of the Mistress whom she loved and hero-worshipped. She was still in love, even after all this time. A week, more even. It must be real if it had lasted so long.

"Hello," she said, and snuggled more comfortably into her idol. One arm was wrapped around Mistress, the other was as usual between her legs, and seeing Mistress she started to gently masturbate herself. "I'm hungry," she announced, wondering what she'd like to eat while her fingers continued to explore and stimulate her own sex. It was a funny thing that despite being deflowered and fucked by a variety of cocks, she didn't feel much different down there. "Who do you think I should fuck today, and when can I drink some more sperm?"

It might have sounded a bit sordid, she realised, especially to her parents if they could have heard her, but it wasn't really. She was a truly free being, had risen above and beyond the conventional restraints on natural behaviour, risen above the contradictory non-sentient freedom of the Professor's philosophy, and been released into loving self-expression and physical enjoyment of her own body and others. She had grown as a person in the last week or so, learning so much from her mentor-Mistress-lover. Including trust. And she trusted Mistress completely.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia smiled. Virginal and innocent KittyKat may look asleep, but awake and talking through that dirty mouth, the girl was 100% raw filth. Who should I fuck? When can I drink sperm? Ha!

"We're going to talk about the weekend, beautiful girl," Flavia said, sitting on the end of the bed. She reached out and rubbed KittyKat's bare leg. It felt like the right thing to do, even if it meant encouraging KittyKat in thinking that this was a love relationship. And wasn't it? Flavia had told the girl she loved her. But who doesn't throw around words like love when it suits them.

"Ricky is coming over after breakfast. You and he, well we three really, are performing on the weekend. The biker bar. You know. I've outlined the whole thing before. I play the mother taking her newly adult children to the bar where she first had public sex. Having organized the same bikers to be there to engage her son and daughter in public sex. It might be just another group sex video. Or it might be the best thing we've ever done. I've ever done. Directing again, yeah? Flavia Martinelli away from the lecture theatres and directing porn."

The older woman paused, then slapped KittyKat's knee gently before standing up.

"So let's have some breakfast. No sperm I'm afraid. Just milk and muesli. And then Ricky and my old biker friend are coming over for a chat."

Flavia waited for KittyKat to rise, but the girl just stretched like a cat in the morning sun.

"And maybe if you're a good girl and get up when I tell you, I might ask our visitors to provide some sperm for you to drink."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy rolled her eyes as if Mistress was being totally unreasonable, asking her to get up for breakfast. She was still a teenager, even if she was a repeatedly-fucked slut, and it felt good to behave like a teenager with attitude, even if she adored obeying Mistress. She was inadvertently getting into character as the daughter to Mistress being Mom. Though how many Moms offered their daughters visitors' sperm as an inducement to obedience?

She grinned, rolled over and set her feet on the floor, and stood up completely nude, crossing to the window to look out on the new day. She loved her freedom with Mistress, and if she were braver would ask to be formally adopted, now that the suggestion of a Mom-daughter relationship had been broached. Would that get too confusing, having a lover who was also her adoptive Mom? It was too difficult a psychological question for her to answer.

“What should I wear today, for our visitors?” she asked, turning her head to face Mistress. “Is it going to be like a kind of formal planning meeting, production meeting, whatever? Should I try and look professional? Or just casual, friends over for a chat about a project? Or casual in just undies? Or a robe? Or naked? What d'ya think, Mom?”

Without waiting for the answer Katy pulled on a clean pair of panties and was ready for breakfast. Muesli and an orange juice would be just the thing.

She thought a bit more about their upcoming film, upcumming obviously, and started to ponder on the storyline. If it was to be more than just another group sex video, then it ought to have a narrative that might hook viewers,get them engaged in the story and with the characters. Dr. M and Ricky might be able to act, but Katy wasn't confident of her own abilities, which meant mostly being herself and reacting naturally. She didn't want to be the weak link that let everything and everyone down. Perhaps she was thinking beyond mere porn, to pornographic storytelling. Maybe she was thinking too much and expecting too much.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia stood while KittyKat ate. The morning sun slanted into the room, almost dazzling against the girl's pale skin.

Mom. That's what the girl called her. Mom. She'd been called Mom many times, mostly by young guys in films, usually when she had their cocks down her throat or deep in her cunt. Mom was such a porn word. On a par with cunt or slut or fucktoy. But when KittyKat used it, Flavia could hear the meaning in it. The older woman was a little non-plussed. Should she correct it or encourage it or ignore it. How quickly they'd moved from protestations of love to this declaration. Maybe the girl was just exploring things, letting her mind run riot, testing the waters. But testing for what? Sure in the upcoming film they would play mother and daughter, but a mother facilitating her daughter's gangrape. It wasn't exactly motherly. But why did thinking that through worry Flavia, even for a moment? Porn was a business. Fucking was transactional. Or maybe KittyKat was different. Maybe fucking for the girl was a demonstration of love.

What should they wear for the visitors? Just panties, as KittyKat was wearing now as she ate her breakfast would be fine, but Flavia thought it might be an opportunity to test an outfit on Red, her biker friend. She wanted the girl to look as innocent and virginal as possible for the filming, and Ricky too, as a contrast with what the bikers would be wearing. Something white, lacy, a flowing party dress maybe. Not obviously slutty. Or even hinting at sluttiness. Something so unslutty, so unspoiled, that the very purity of what KittyKat wore would be intensely slutty in itself. An outfit so pristine that it invited despoilation, shouted out 'rape me'. Hmmmm.

"How about a white party dress for today's meeting?" Flavia proposed. "After breakfast check in my props wardrobe and see what I've got."

Ricky could come as he was, Flavia thought. He would be in a jeans and a Tshirt, she guessed. Standard students' uniform. She might have to take him shopping later, but would reserve her judgement until she saw him.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy rinsed her breakfast bowl and put it in the dishwasher like a good girl, and wandered off in just her briefs to go explore the wardrobe. Mistress had some fun things in there, some overtly sexual and erotic such as bondage wear, others more simple and every day.

"A white party dress," Katy repeated as she looked through, searching for something that might do a prom or a wedding, or a birthday party. She found something that was white, strapless, zipped up the back, fitted from chest to waist then flowing out to the knees. It would look innocent and pretty but could easily be yanked down to expose her tits, and the skirt could be lifted out of the way to show off her ass and pussy and give access for fucking.

She tried it on over her briefs, no bra needed of course, and went in search of Mistress-Mom for permission or approval or whatever.

"How does this work, Mom? For the film, I mean. I'm guessing that's what you meant, for me to kind of be in character for your biker friend so he can see what he's dealing with for this video?" Katy turned a little each way, swishing the skirt, feeling pretty cute, trying to portray how she would feel if she really were getting ready for a night of innocent fun.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia watched as KittyKat modeled the party dress. It was perfect. White. Pure. Virginal. Fitted to the teen's shapely upper body, showing plenty of flesh without being slutty. Yet somehow saying something hidden underneath. Strapless. Tits barely concealed. The skirt easily raised. A dress made for disrobing, for interfering with, for unveiling the prize.

"It's beautiful, honey," she said, stepping across to embrace KittyKat. "You look perfect. Red and Ricky are going to be so impressed. But we need shoes. Party shoes? Not sure I've got any of those. It's porn so it has to be heels. There's a box full of high heels in my room. White would be nice or you could contrast. We'll look later. I just want to talk to you about the filming scenario so when you hear me and Red talking it won't be a shock."

She sat KittyKat down on the sofa. The party dress spread nicely, flowing out and around KittyKat's legs, across the cushions. The girl sat primly, like a debutante waiting for her first invitation to dance with a fresh-faced suit-clad preppy boy, rather than waiting for a biker to plant his unshaven face on her mouth and push his gnarly hand between her thghs.

"So it's a group sex scene. Mother, daughter, son returning to the scene of mother's deflowering years earlier. I think we'll pretend the car has broken down and Mom is reluctant to be there, but has no choice when she's looking for help."

Mom. That word again. Flavia looked into KittyKat's upturned face on which the word Mom fell so naturally, not even drawing a flicker or a smile. Mom....

"I've asked Red to organize 2 to 4 guys so it's not a big scene. Not a gangbang. Just a neat little scene where everyone gets fucked on the bar. Maybe Red will want to fuck you. We'll sort that out today. He fucked me all those years ago when I was the virgin and he just a young biker following the other guys' leads. You'll like Red. Heart of gold. And cock...well...I'll let him show you that when I milk him. Are you still up for drinking sperm so soon after breakfast?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Are you kidding? I'm always ready. I've discovered a liking for the boys' cockmilk. I know it has a funny taste and smell, and texture, but it is kind of addictive, don't you think? And I do know that it doesn't make you fat, so it's ok to drink as much as I want.

"And I think this dress is perfect, too. Maybe the car broke down on the way to a party. We could be going to a wedding but never get there? And did you want Red to fuck me today? Or save that for the film? And I was thinking since I'm no great actress, would it be ok if I don't know too many details before we start filming? If I just follow your directions and react naturally to everything, I might get away with performing ok. I really don't want to let you down, Mom. It's kind of important to me to make you proud, if I can?"

Katy had barely got into her stride and had so much more to say, warming up to her theme and ready to use far too many words which Mistress Mom never seemed to mind, but she was cut off before she could really get going. It was the door. It sounded like their visitors had arrived. For Katy's first-ever video production meeting. She felt very important and immediately laughed at herself.

 

[ericrodman101]

So much to say and in such a hurry. Flavia let KittyKat gabble on, all her thoughts and plans just flowing out. And why not? The girl was at the start of an exciting time. Adulthood. Studenthood. Porn. What I wouldn’t give to be 18 and free again, Flavia thought, smiling to cover any trepidation she might feel. Planning a porn shoot was always stressful, always a risk. Lots of things could go wrong. Illness and disease. Injury. Problems with the venue and the equipment, the crew and the actors. The neighbours, the authorities, even passing traffic. KittyKat would be fine. Flavia was very confident. Ricky on the other hand might be a worry. He was beautiful and skilled, but untested and never one to show enthusiasm like KittyKat. But Flavia was keen to blood him, get him started, over the hurdle. And he said he was too. Just not convincingly.

But something else nagged at Flavia. Well, not something. She knew what it was. KittyKat’s over confidence maybe. Did Flavia want Red to fuck her? Flavia didn’t really have a view. It was a matter for Red and KittyKat. And all that stuff about drinking cum. And the plot of the film. It was good. Yes. The girl was good. On song. But did she come on too strong? I’m nervous, Flavia realised. And laughed inwardly. Nervous, at my age and with my experience. Why, even if KittyKat wasn’t perfect on the day, she could still be relied on to open her mouth and her legs and let herself be fucked regardless of anything else going on. She wasn’t going to resist. She wasn’t going to run screaming from the room. She wasn’t going to get all clingy, like Ricky might.

Flavia thought about the answers to KittyKat‘s questions and opened her mouth to answer when there was a knock on the door.

”Let’s see who’s here and then we can have a chat and answer some of those questions.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Saved by the bell. Or knock. On the door. Katy quickly got up to let their visitors in while the naughty part of her mind, or the linguistic, played with the words bell, bell-end, and knock, knockers. She knew she was excited at this new development, of being allowed to take part in an actual porn production, not just being filmed having sex in some kind docu-porn reality thing. And her excitement was almost blinding her to everything except her own selfish wants.

As she walked to the door it occurred to her that something was wrong. With Mistress. Well, not with Mistress exactly, she was perfect. But Katy suspected that she herself had done something wrong, had upset Mistress, let her down somehow. Was it because she dithered on getting out of bed? Had she missed trying on something from the wardrobe, something Mistress would like better? Or was it, oh no, was it calling her Mom? Katy swallowed, blanched, panicked, stumbled, recovered, and hesitated at the door, tears welling up when she should dancing with happiness. But if she'd somehow disappointed Mistress, her whole world would crumble.

Katy knew that she was a bit fragile. She wasn't as tough and strong as Mistress. In fact, what strength she had was drawn from Mistress loving her. Ok, her idol might not say it very often, but Katy knew Mistress loved her. Why else would she put up with her and endure the incessant chatter once Katy got going? Why else would she share her private home, spend so much time together with an annoying immature teen? Katy wanted Mistress to be her lover, mentor, idol, Mom. She wanted it more than anything. Would do anything, whatever it took.

Calming herself, Katy became KittyKat again, stepping into her porn performer role, and quickly pondered on what Mistress would want from her right now. Quiet confidence, innocence, trust, obedience, respectfulness, being helpful, well-mannered, sentient. She took two deep breaths, relaxed, smiled, remembered how much she had to be happy about, and opened the door.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia listened as KittyKat opened the door and greeted their visitors. Red and Ricky, she guessed. The girl was strangely quiet after all the chatter over breakfast. Pausing for thought, maybe, Flavia mused. Or just impressed with our guests.

Red breezed into the room, looking every inch the corporate executive he was when he wasn't in biker mode. Flavia had kept Red's profession quiet, wondering how KittyKat might deal with the potential mismatch. Exec versus biker. Underneath his red hair, neatly drawn back into a tight man bun, the trimmed facial hair, the tailored jacket, shirt unbuttoned across his chest, gold necklace, skintight trousers and expensive shoes, Red was a tattooed biker, equally at home on a Harley as he was negotiating multi-million dollar property deals in a board room.

And how he'd changed from the nervous teen who'd fucked her so many years ago in Rape of Innocence. She'd found out later that Red had just turned eighteen, just gained his motorcycle licence, just lost his virginity, when they'd found themselves together on set in the biker bar and she'd opened her legs to him. She had to guide his face down to her cunt, even using her fingers to lead his tongue across her clit. And now he was forty something, successful, established, still single and still fucking on film it seemed. How interesting, she thought, that a life in porn was just another string to a bow in the twenty first century, and no impediment to a successful corporate life. Maybe, just maybe, it was an advantage. An indicator of confidence, of get-up-and-go. She imagined the other executives whispering about him, the secretaries wondering about how big he was, the colleagues and acquaintances googling his name then sitting back to enjoy his onscreen work.

Red stepped up and kissed her on the lips. "Hello, beautiful," he said. Flavia smiled, picturing him naked and erect. He smiled back, his eyes signaling that he was doing the same. They held each other tight and she wondered if it was his cock stirring she could feel against her groin.

"Hello, Red. Thanks for coming. And thank you in advance for everything you're about to do for us."

She turned and looked at Ricky, standing quietly with KittyKat.

"And you've met the stars," she said, gesturing at the two young people, KittyKat smiling broadly, Ricky looking down at his feet. "KittyKat, Ricky, who don't you get to know Red a little better," Flavia said, touching a finger to her lips to give no doubt what she meant.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat took the hint, the message. She was smiling, relaxed, being the perfect dutiful daughter to Mistress, and paying close attention. She took hold of Ricky's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, as to a brother, and then stepped over to Red. He looked so different from what she had expected. No greasy leathers, no dirty unkempt long hair, no extravagant earrings or finger rings. Instead, he looked dishy, smart, strong, in control, dominant, and clearly with an affection for Mistress. And if he liked and respected Mistress, that was good enough for KittyKat.

"Good morning, Sir," she said, then lifting herself onto tip-toes gave him an innocent demure kiss on his closed lips. Not too brief, but not lingering, her hand on his arm to steady herself, feeling his muscles, presenting herself as an innocent but curious teen in her white dress though pressing her slight and slender body against him, letting him feel her heat, living the role of their video project as she'd understood it from Mistress.

Moving back a pace to allow Ricky to make his own greeting, she continued, "I hope you don't get embarrassed easily, but Mistress has said very nice things about you, that you have a heart of gold and a very impressive cock."

KittyKat stepped away further to Mistress's side, respectfully standing slightly behind and to the side of her Mentor, hands clasped in front of her belly, head slightly lowered, eyes watching Red, Ricky, and Mistress, hoping that she'd got the tone right, had been what Mistress had wanted her to be.

 

[ericrodman101]

"...a very impressive cock." Flavia watched KittyKat as she addressed Red, first with the kiss on his mouth and then the compliment, before standing deferentially. It was vintage coquetry. The older woman was impressed. When she'd suggested the girl greet Red by kissing him, she'd wondered what else KittyKat might say, especially given her gift for loquaciousness. But this was perfect. Flavia couldn't have scripted it better. No 'I'm gonna be in your porno' or 'you'll be fucking me on Saturday' or 'wanna fuck?'

Flavia was so focused on analyzing KittyKat's greeting that she almost missed Ricky's. He was dressed as she expected, three quarter length skinny jeans over Converses with no socks, and a tight sleeveless T emblazoned FCUK. His muscles showed, arms and legs, and she made a mental note to tell him to lay off the gym. It was his waif-ness which was his attraction, slender and slight, willowy, the youthfulness which he needed to foster and retain for as long as possible to be marketed as an Asian twink. The Chinese boy smiled shyly, put out his hand and offered it to Red, who shook it firmly. "I'm Ricky and I'm gonna be in your porno," he said. Shit!

Red laughed, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms. "My porno?" He looked at Flavia inviting a correction, then down at Ricky where his erection was visible behind the stretch denim. "Looks like you're in a hurry, kiddo," he said, patting Ricky's groin and laughing again. The Chinese boy blushed.

"Take a seat," Flavia said, taking one first, and let's talk. "Ricky, you can pour coffee and KittyKat, I need a flask from the cupboard under the sink." Flavia raised her eyebrows to make sure the girl understood what the flask was for.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat glared at Ricky for being so obvious. Didn't he understand the allure of subtle eroticism? Or how off-putting blatant crudity could be in the wrong context?

"Yes, Mo-er-Mistress." She had been about to say Mom again. KittyKat mentally kicked herself for the slip. She'd been distracted by Ricky and momentarily lost concentration, letting her true feelings and desires surface. She tucked them back away and collecting herself, curtsied to Mistress, holding the skirts of her dress, and then did as she was bidden, returning with a flask suitable for the collection of sperm and placing it carefully in front of Mistress on the coffee table while Ricky busied himself with pouring.

Blushing slightly from embarrassment at making such a verbal slip, KittyKat tried to make amends by sitting not on the couch, but on the floor at Mistress's feet, spreading her skirts around her legs with feet tucked under and hidden. She placed a hand softly on Mistress's ankle, gently caressing the foot, seeking comfort and drawing strength. Apologising, communicating her love and obedience, signaling to Red and Ricky her devotion to Mistress. She kept her eyes down and her tongue silent out of respect. Ricky probably wouldn't understand any of what was going on, but she was pretty sure Red would read the situation as clearly as words on a page. At least, she hoped so. She wanted to project innocent obedience and devotion coupled with an underlying unquestioning sexuality. She didn't know if she had succeeded.

 

[ericrodman101]

KittyKat placed the sperm flask on the table in front of Flavia and sat demurely on the floor, spreading her skirts round her carefully as if on display. Which she was, Flavia decided, always on display. If only Ricky could be a little more aware. The Chinese boy busied himself with pouring coffee, then stood against the wall. Red looked quizzically between the two young people, then at Flavia, raising his eyebrows as if to say 'only when spoken to'.

"I've made the arrangements for Saturday," he said. The bar will be closed for us and the crew can set up whenever you like. No need to trouble me with the details. I'll be there at seven to open up. What time do you want the guys on set?"

"Mid morning," Flavia said. "We'll be there at nine. The plot's a simple one. Car breaks down in the road. Mother returns reluctantly to bar seeking help. It was the scene of her rape and now she has her son and daughter with her... she nodded at KittyKat and Ricky... "through whom history will repeat itself."

"So a basic fuck scene," Red said. "I think I can remember that. And you guys..." he looked down at KittyKat... "Flavia says you're just getting into the business. Anything you want to ask me?"

Flavia looked from KittyKat to Ricky and back again. "While you're thinking about any questions," she said, "we have a favor to ask." She put a hand on the flask. "I want you to show Ricky something."

"Something?"

"Yes," Flavia said. "And KittyKat wants to...."

Red nodded and stood, unzipping his tight trousers. "You won't be able to milk my cock in these," he said, standing on one leg, then the other, pushing his trousers down to his shoes. "Or do you want me naked?"

Flavia thought about answering, then turned her head slowly and looked at KittyKat.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat was being invited to offer her opinion. That was quite something, considering her inexperience and youth, and she didn't want to waste this opportunity. She also wanted to somehow honour Mistress and show respect to Red. Hm.

Looking at Mistress, KittyKat suggested, "Mr. Red looks so elegant and handsome in his nice smart clothes, and although he really does have very nice strong legs, perhaps the visual would work quite well with his pants pulled up but the front peeled back, open, giving full access to his treasure and framing it, in a way?" She looked directly at his exposed penis, admiring its length, width, fullness, potential. Her eyes rose from examining Red's naked cock to meet his eyes. "It really is a very nice cock, Mr. Red; I knew Mistress would be right."

KittyKat then moved a little to drape herself over Mistress's lap, one hand diving under her own dress skirts and disappearing, the other gently stroking Mistress's arm, the one that would be doing the milking, wanting to feel the movements and join in without getting in the way, without interfering with Mistress's ministrations. All while Mistress reverted to being the Film Director and she and Red chattered about technical aspects of the filming.

Listening with only half her mind as Mistress and Red discussed details, KittyKat marvelled at how astutely Red had discerned Mistress's wishes and promptly carried them out. This was going to be a good collaboration, she just knew it, and felt privileged to be allowed to be a part of it.

At a suitable gap in their discussion, she interjected.

"You did say we could ask a question? I was wondering how it might go if Mom thinks her daughter is a virgin, then on it being revealed that she's not, Mom might call her a slut, and kind of accidentally release the daughter into actually enjoying getting fucked? And what if the bikers show an interest in the son and daughter, but to protect them Mom offers herself, saying they can do anything they want to her as long as they leave her son and daughter alone? Except obviously, they don't?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia nodded at KittyKat's suggestion, waited for Red to adjust himself and sit back down in his chair with his legs apart, then picked up the flask. With her free hand she took Red's cock between her fingers and began to stroke him. Without interrupting their discussion, she massaged her biker friend into full erection. She was conscious of him smiling and flinching, and of both KittyKat and Ricky watching intently, but also of her wish to milk Red as unostentatiously as possible. Cock milking, like so many other sexual aspects of her life, was not perverse, but normal, workaday, something aware and aroused people did to and for each other as naturally as any other domestic chore. Without fanfare. And yet she also knew how captivating a sight it was, this beautiful, red-haired man, his strong torso, his tattooed chest on display, his long, thick cock coming to life in her palm, readying itself to drain into the flask.

And beside her on the floor, Flavia was aware that KittyKat was pleasuring himself, the girl's hand under her flowing skirt. KittyKat was trying hard to touch herself gently and quietly, but Flavia could sense the girl exciting herself, the free hand draped over her mentor's lap, twisting and turning, the fist tightening, the faint rhythm of the girl's body as she rubbed her clit.

And Ricky too, breathed hard. Flavia turned her head. The Chinese boy had his cock out and was stroking himself. Red was eyeing off the boy's long, uncut cock. She saw him lick his lips once or twice, and sensed his distraction as they talked. Flavia knew how much Red enjoyed men just as he enjoyed women. He would be imagining how he might fuck Ricky, she knew, and wondering if it might happen today, now, here in his friend's apartment, in front of his friend and her female protege, involving them, the four of them maybe. He licked his lips again as Flavia closed in on his orgasm, Red's cock extending beyond her palm now as if straining for the mouth of the flask, the neatly cut tip awash with precum, the veins bursting with blood, the eye opening and closing like hungry lips. It was all she could do to focus on the job at hand and not lean down and take him in her mouth.

And then there was KittyKat's question. The film. Flavia almost shook her head to regain her focus. Virgin. Slut. Ha!

"Yes," she said, only half listening to herself, as Red came in her hand and she directed his cock into the mouth of the flask. "That sounds good." His semen flashed and spat against the clear glass, sluicing down the sides to the base where it pooled stickily. He gasped, breathing hard, head back, eyes shut, not fighting her grip but working against it, making sure he enjoyed the friction, the resistance of her fingers as she milked him, back and forth, draining his seed from deep within him, her hand running the full length of his shaft, smooth and tight. A long 'ahhh' flowed from his lips as he opened his eyes, smiled at Flavia, then reached down with his own hand to help her expel the final drops of cum.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat clapped her hands and grinned, her weight on her elbows which were supported by Mistress's thigh.

"Oh, what a lovely cum, Mistress! You are clever! I wonder if Ricky can spurt as much spunk when he cums?" Although etiquette seemed to dictate that masturbating a guest to orgasm should be an unacknowledged background activity, KittyKat was too delighted by the sight, smell, and sheer quantity of Red's ejaculation and awesome masturbation and couldn't resist at least some mention.

But back to the purpose of their meeting, to plan the video shoot. Licking her fingers clean of her own juices, KittyKat draped herself again over Mistress's lap and forgot her good intentions of keeping quiet and listening, and reverted to her naturally talkative self.

"If the other bikers can cum even half as nicely as Mr Red, this is going to be amazing. I was thinking that if you were ok with the Mom-offering-herself-in-place-of-the-son-and-daughter thing, there could be some great scenes of the bikers having their way with you, Mistress,doing all kinds of stuff and you doing it voluntary, to spare us, but really it would be a Masterclass in erotic performance, while Ricky and I are kind of forced to watch, and then they might tell Mom that now they'll do it all again but with Ricky and me while she watches, and they strip us naked and we all object and resist but end up liking it?”

Time to breathe, and KittyKat paused while the grownups either ignored her prattling or considered it. Her own mind was dwelling on the possibilities, of just how depraved Mistress might want them all to get, especially if this was going to be her best work instead of just another group fuck video, wondering if bikers getting jerked off might be in the video, cum collected, four bikers-worth of spunk to be guzzled by Mistress and KittyKat and Ricky as a finale?

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia placed the flask back on the table and watched as Red's cock slowly went down. The man stretched, sticking his cock into the air, hands behind his head, as if inviting a closer inspection if not a tactile examination. Flavia felt the strong urge to take him in her mouth and see if she could make a forty something man cum twice in rapid succession. But KittyKat was talking and Ricky was as yet unmilked. There were other things to do.

KittyKat was licking her fingers between offering ideas about the film. The girl had clearly been pleasuring herself.

"They are good ideas, KittyKat," Flavia said, smiling in a way which she hoped might quieten her just a little. "Let me milk Ricky and then you can drink the results. And while I'm doing that maybe you'd like to offer Red your fingers. No," she admonished as the girl took her soiled digits straight from her mouth and held them up to the red-hairded man. "You've cleaned them now. Back into your cunt and then offer them slick with your juices."

She watched as KittyKat dove back under her dress, then beckoned Ricky over to the empty chair next to Red. The Chinese boy's cock was still hard, still in full erection. He hadn't cum. "Good boy," she said as he fell back into the chair. She pulled his jeans down as far as he could, then examined him with her fingers.

"You are nice and hard, Ricky. And so controlled. Full to bursting and ready to fill my flask on command."

And then she saw it. On his lower torso, just beside where he'd shaved his pubic hair. A small tattoo of a single star. Just the blue outline.

"Ricky! What have I told you about spoiling yourself? What did we agree? No tattooes. Not now. Not until you are no longer a twink. Ricky, I am horrified. A twink. A beautiful Asian twink must be pristine, must be clean, must be boyish, as if you are being unveiled and fucked and violated for the very first time. Oh Ricky. You have spoiled everything."

The older woman reached out and touched the star as if trying to prove it was a mirage or something temporary she could rub off. But the star stayed fast.

"You're being very hard in the boy," Red said, lifting an arm and placing it round Ricky's shoulders. Ricky looked like he might cry. "It's just a single star," Red said. "A single pornstar, down low where it will only be seen close up, when the camera is right in on his crotch. It couldn't be more unobtrusive."

Flavia audibly gasped.

"I don't care. It's not what we agreed. He's a bad boy and I should punish him. I should throw him out of my class. I should....ban him from my film shoot."

She looked harshly at Ricky, then placed her hand round his cock, grabbing him tightly until he winced.

"Is that what you want, you stupid, ungrateful little slut? Is that what you want?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, Mistress," KittyKat interjected softly, respectfully, "I don't suppose makeup might cover his little star? For when you want shots of his cock and balls? I know they can do some very clever things, but you'll know more than me about that."

KittyKat hurried to obey Mistress by slipping her fingers back under her dress and bringing them out glistening, offering them to Red. She then picked the flask up off the table and leaned right over Mistress's legs so that as soon as Red was satisfied she could use both hands to keep the collected spunk nice and warm, while offering Red what was hopefully a very enticing view down her strapless top. She didn't know how much of her boobs were on show, but hopefully enough to please their visitor despite how enamored he was with Ricky.

Trying to gently deflect Mistress's anger at Ricky for disobeying her instructions, Kitty continued, "Why doesn't Mr. Red stroke Ricky to orgasm while I hold the flask," and she leaned further forward to get the flask in range and show more of her tits, "I'm sure they'd both enjoy that and we can get an idea if it would work on film, in our video?" Once started, it was often difficult for KittyKat to shut up, and she went on, "and if you're going to punish Ricky, shouldn't you film it and make it special? I expect Mr.Red would help, and we have phones, though the quality won't be perfect, but still ... "

With her eyes flitting between Ricky's pretty erection, Mistress's hand, Red's relaxed but still full-size cock, the partly-filled flask, and Mistress's gorgeous eyes, KittyKat waited for Mistress to decide. It was her thoughts that mattered, her decisions that counted. It was her home, she was the Director, she was Mistress.

 

[ericrodman101]

Fuck make-up, Flavia thought. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

If only KittyKat would shut up. When I'm upset. At least the girl had put her hands back under her dress as she'd been instructed, while flashing her tits for Red. Flavia heard KittyKat prattling on without really listening. Something about punishing Ricky and filming it. If only Red or Ricky would stick their cocks in KittyKat's mouth and give her something to do instead of talking.

Flavia knew she was being unfair. It wasn't KittyKat's fault if Ricky, the stupid young fuck, had gone and got himself tattooed. Flavia just felt annoyed, extremely irritated, and with so much on her plate - the filming, the tattoo, mollifying the Professor, keeping her hands off Kittykat and her mouth off Red - everything just seemed to press down on her too hard. She felt no real confidence that Kittykat or Ricky would be able to act out the scene, although it probably didn't matter, so long as they could lie back, open their legs and mouths, and take cock. Simulating rape just meant struggling and saying 'no'. What else did they need to do?

The older woman returned from her innermost thoughts and fears to find KittyKat staring up at her, the girl's eyes darting between her mentor's face and the cum-filled flask.

"OK," she said, taking control. "Those are all good ideas, KittyKat." Although Flavia wasn't quite sure what she'd just affirmed. "No make-up. I couldn't really be bothered. Ricky is just going to be an Asian twink with a tatt. I'm sure Red has no objection to tattoos."

She heard Red laugh to himself.

"What we really need is that flask filled. Why don't you and Red help Ricky make his contribution to your little pick-me-up. Sure, film it if you like."

She turned as if to walk away and watch things from across the room, but turned back.

"And as for you mister," Flavia said, leaning her face down close to Ricky's, "not punishing you is my punishment. Let's wait and see what I can dream up so you can properly understand my upset."

The older woman grabbed at his cock again. It was firm and hard in her grip, hardening further as she held onto him. She wanted to scream and smile, put him in her mouth and bite him, kiss him, suck and lick, hurt him and pleasure him at the same time, feel him kick and buck inside her, spasm and spurt and drain and discharge. And then spit his own cum back in his face. But what would that do except give her a brief moment of pleasure dominating him? No, Flavia thought. I'll save my upset for filming day and maybe, just maybe, something can happen to Ricky to make him realize who's in charge here, and who gets to do her bidding.

Flavia held onto him tight for too long. Ricky held his breath, then moaned. He pulled back from her, just causing her to hold on even tighter, gritting her teeth, looking so hard into his face that he turned his head aside.

"Just make him cum in the flask," Flavia said, letting go.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As Mistress walked away, obviously not pleased with how things were going, the others scrambled to oblige in some way and defuse her anger.

Red took the lead, and took Ricky's cock, leaning over and carrying on from where Mistress left him, all hard, long, erect, and almost ready to burst. The older man moved more directly between the young student's legs, and from where she satKittyKat couldn't tell if there was oral going on as well or just a hand job. Not to be outdone, KittyKat reached between Red's thighs from behind, where his jewels hung unrestrained, and started to pull on his fat soft cock matching the rhythm being applied to Ricky. She was pleased to be rewarded with a hardening and thickening of the old man's lovely penis.

Of course, not being totally insensitive to Mistress, KittyKat had stopped talking and was devoting herself to sexual expression, glancing frequently towards her mentor for signs of calming down, or being appeased, or possibly approval at how the three of them were trying to make things better.

It wasn't long before Ricky was ready to contribute to the flask and KittyKat handed it over to the well-dressed biker whose cock she held in her own warm grip.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia watched the threesome performing for her. She was upset with herself for losing her temper. But Ricky was a little shit. So passive. So ambivalent. So unresponsive. And then he goes off and gets tattooed against all her wishes and directions. And her plans for him. At least KittyKat did as she was told, even if the girl talked too much.

Even as Flavia thought about KittyKat, she realised she was being hard on the girl. KittyKat was a find, a one in a million, an eighteen year old nymphomaniac who seemed happy to do anything to please her mistress. What did it matter if the girl talked? She was learning, enthusiastic, willing, interested. What was there to criticise? Flavia rebuked herself, cross as she was, and promised to be nicer to KittyKat. Let Ricky feel my wrath, she thought, and KittyKat my love. It might encourage the fucking little punk to do as he was told.

The older woman stepped back across the room to observe the action. To her surprise, Red had taken Ricky in his mouth, as if to finish him off. The older man held the flask close as he sucked Ricky deep, the boy shaking as he closed in on his orgasm. KittyKat had her hands between Red’s legs, stroking him from behind. Both men were in full erection and Flavia hoped they wouldn’t cum at the same time. She wanted all the semen in the flask.

She stood behind Ricky so that any eye contact didn’t put the boy off. Red smiled up at her as he savoured the Chinese youth‘s cock, pursing his lips and sucking strongly, enjoying Ricky’s length as much as she did. She smiled back, placing her hands on Ricky’s shoulders and massaging him. KittyKat she couldn’t see as the girl was crouching behind Red in order to reach between his legs.

”Good girl,” Flavia said.