Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat's heart danced with delight. She'd earned a good girl. That meant a lot, and she was filled again with a rush of love and affection for Mistress. She pumped Red's cock with renewed energy, and hoped to be rewarded with another ejaculation of hot fresh spunk, though really she needed to wait until Red had emptied Riky's balls into the sperm-collection flask.

Ricky had been hovering on the edge of orgasm for long enough, and with what looked to KittyKat like the siphoning of petrol from a car that she'd seen once in a movie, Red seemed to take his mouth off Ricky's penis just as the jism fluid started to flow and direct the jet into the flask.

Red's just kept pumping as spurt after spurt jetted onto the sperm already there, swirling in a cloudy, creamy mass. KittyKat matched Red's rhythm as before and could sense that he too was close to release.

Here were two things KittyKat had wondered about. Was it true that seeing another guy cum prompted a man to ejaculate too? And, was a guy's second cumming of a smaller volume than his first? She'd overheard other girls talking at school about such things, and here was a chance to find out.

As Ricky's contribution of cum eased to a stop, sure enough, Red moved the nicely filled flask between his own knees where KittyKat carefully aimed the big cock that she was masturbating, feeling Red place his own hand over hers and guiding her strokes and her aim. She hoped Mistress could see and would approve, but kept her mouth shut, not wanting to talk until Mistress was again in a good mood.

 

[ericrodman101]

Ricky’s ejaculation was as voluminous as Flavia had come to expect. Much as she wanted the boy to feel and understand her upset, she couldn’t help but be impressed as his semen spurted generously into the flask.

And Flavia hoped Ricky felt honored that Red had sucked him to orgasm. She knew how choosy Red was. He didn’t just suck any cock, so if the Chinese kid didn’t get it already, she’d tell him later. And maybe, just maybe, Red’s interest in sucking Ricky might be a precursor to his role in the biker bar at the weekend.

As if Ricky’s cumming wasn’t enough, now KittyKat was bringing Red to a second orgasm. Flavia watched how she stroked and coaxed the older man, without speaking or getting in his eyeline, but just focussing on the job at hand….at hand. Flavia laughed at her own little private joke, even as Red placed a hand over KittyKat’s right at his climax to make sure he was aimed into the flask. Again she heard the pleasing sound of pressurised cum hitting glass, and this time smiled down at KittyKat. The girl’s eyes moved from flask to Flavia and back, seeking assurance and anticipating the alluring mouth feel of the man goo she would shortly consume.

Ricky went to pull up his trousers. “No,” Flavia said, placing her hand on his still firm cock. “Leave it out. We might find some more uses for you before you cover up. In fact, get completely undressed for me. You need to get used to being naked in a crowd.”

When she looked round Red was smiling as he helped KittyKat, who held tight to the cum filled flask, to her feet. She couldn’t help notice that Red’s free hand was under the girl’s dress.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Holding the flask with one hand, KittyKat took Red's arm in the other and sat down with him on the couch. He didn't remove his hand from under her dress where he'd discovered the absence of panties, a situation that he'd taken full advantage of, and proceeded to soil his fingers with her pussy juice. And pleasure her at the same time.

This whole casual sex-as-you-feel-like-it thing was rather fun, and KittyKat wondered if this was normal for Mistress's visitors and guests. She wasn't yet confident enough of Mistress's recovered mood to risk chatting herself and asking, but instead let the conversation and Red's ministrations wash over her as she calmly drank the contents of the flask. The mixed sperm was still warm, and mouthful by mouthful she enjoyed every drop, savoring the aroma, texture, taste; letting the semen play across her tongue, over her teeth, sometimes blowing bubbles. She was like a naughty girl playing with her food. No, she was a naughty girl. She liked that. Except that she wasn't naughty at all, since she had learned to separate herself from the outdated restrictions of unnecessary convention. She could thank the Professor for that.

Meanwhile, Mistress was now working out her displeasure on Ricky. KittyKat almost felt sorry for him, but secretly suspected that he was actually enjoying the attention and possibly was looking forward to being punished on film. He wasn't easy to read, but Mistress clearly had plans for him. Beyond the upcoming, up cumming, video shoot. Most of the groundwork seemed to have been established, with spontaneity being the answer to her and Ricky's lack of acting skills or experience, and it only remained to actually get on with it.

With the finality of that thought, KittyKat drained the last dregs of the triple-cum-filled flask and leaned forward to place the empty vessel on the coffee table, an action that forced Red's fingers much deeper inside her, making her eyes dance and her lips twist into a self-satisfied smile.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia positioned Ricky in the window, just as the Professor did with KittyKat and turned him so he was facing out.

”Stroke yourself,” she said. “Let‘s see who gets a free show.”

It was cruel, she knew, but she was still upset and treating Ricky like this satisfied several of her immediate needs. And her window wasn’t particularly exposed. It was really only the apartments opposite who would be able to see him if the sun was in the right place. But she knew there were voyeurs living there, so maybe someone would see, come out onto their balcony and respond in kind.

Back in the room KittyKat had nearly drained the flask. When she finished, her mouth and lips were slick with the guys’ cum. Flavia watched the girl lean forward to place the empty flask on the table. As she did so, her dress rode up, revealing Red’s fingers deep inside her pussy. Indeed the older man was grinding away, twisting himself inside her, deep, stretching her skin, causing KittyKat to squirm and adjust herself caught as she was bent over between the sofa and the table.

Red caught Flavia’s gaze and smiled.

”What else do we need to discuss?” he asked as if fingering an 18 year old while exchanging ideas with Flavia was how he expected to spend an hour in her living room.

”I think we’re all done,” she said, taking her seat where she could watch Red’s assault and KittyKat’s response. Should she step in? No. The girl wasn’t complaining. Red seemed well lubricated by KittyKat’s pussy juices and if she didn’t like it, she could stand and walk away. If anything KittyKat was playing her role with enthusiasm even if some of her squirming and writhing indicated discomfort.

As Flavia rationalised Red pushed his fingers even deeper, impaling the teen on his hand up to the top of the knuckles, all four fingers and thumb inside her. Did he mean to fist her, Flavia wondered. Was KittyKat ready for such a powerful assault?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat watched the naked Ricky being made to perform at the window. It made her think of him being placed in a small glass booth at a sex club, masturbating for the guests or clients or whatever the members were called. Now that he'd emptied his balls she assumed he could jerk off for quite a while before cumming again. Would Mistress allow him to shoot his spunk onto the window pane? That might be quite fun, but there was no way KittyKat was going to interfere. Mistress hadn't yet finished working out her upset.

For her own part, the young protege was disappointed at Mistress announcing that they were done. It felt as if they had barely begun. Certainly, Red's hand in her pussy was still exploring and stretching, getting deeper and fuller, taking full advantage of her change of position when putting the empty flask down.

She felt Red pull her back by her hair until she was reclined against his chest, then wrap his arm around her waist and hoist her up, not exactly on to his lap but above it, her legs either side of him, his busy hand still deep inside her, her skirt up around her own waist displaying her nakedness lewdly to Mistress. Except she wasn't completely naked because she still wore the virginal white dress. Red partially solved that by using his free hand to tug down the bodice and free her tits, pinching and rolling one puffed pointy nipple between supple fingers.

This was all new territory for KittyKat. New, experimental, extreme. Her cunt was stretched beyond anything she'd ever experienced and she hoped she wouldn't actually split. But Mistress wouldn't allow her to get hurt. The physical sensations were very uncomfortable, but the eroticism of the setting countered that. And KittyKat wasn't going to resist or complain. She wouldn't quit unless Mistress told her to. And she was very wet indeed. She simply gasped and grimaced her way through the experience.

 

[ericrodman101]

“I thought maybe we should talk condoms, Red. For Saturday.” Flavia watched KittyKat struggle with the fisting. It was very uncomfortable, obviously. The girl squirmed and grimaced, but didn‘t complain. A good test, Flavia thought. And I can step in when it gets too much.

”Fuck condoms,” Red said, still working his hand further inside KittyKat’s stretched pussy.

”I’m not worried about you, beautiful man.” Flavia laughed, stepping up where she could lean over and watch her friend’s fist sliding inside the girl, pulling at her softest skin, pinching and stretching. The older woman felt herself moistening at the sight, for sure, but also at Red’s sheer bravado at waltzing into her living room, taking control of her protege, and just violating her as if that’s what you did to any available young woman you encountered.

And yet, why not, she thought. Fist me….Red. Fist me.

For a moment Flavia wondered if she’d said it out loud. When she refocused she found the girl imploring her to do something. With her eyes. Not to stop it. To make it more comfortable.

”I think you need some lube on that hand,” she said, reaching into a drawer and extracting a tube. “Just here maybe?“ She squeezed the tube and the clear lubricant dribbled down onto Red’s lower arm, his wrist and then his fist, pooling around KittyKat’s angrily raw anus.

”Cheers,” he said as casually and calmly as if she was topping up his drink, working the lube along his arm and inside the girl merely by shoving himself even deeper, forcing her to bend deeply until her tits flattened onto the coffee table.

”No, I meant condoms for the other guys. Just as a precaution.“

”Whatever you think is best,” Red said, repositioning KittyKat’s legs with his free hand and giving Flavia a self satisfied grin when he was happy. “A cushion maybe,” he said, indicating under her stomach.

Flavia fetched a cushion. Still the girl didn’t complain. Red’s entire hand was inside her now. Flavia applied some more lube and watched him clench his wrist. Jesus, she thought. He’s balling his fist in there.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh fuck!" The expletive burst out of KittyKat unbidden. She couldn't help it. It was almost too much, but Mistress wasn't stopping it, so KittyKat wouldn't. She mustn't let Mistress down or disgrace her in front of a guest. Not when Mistress was making it marginally less bad by adding lube.

Suddenly the young woman felt herself being flipped over onto her back, still on the cushion, the hand and probably the whole arm still deep inside her. There were tears in her eyes and she felt ravaged; a good preparation for the video they were going to make. She now knew what she had to act out. Which prompted a thought that she simply had to express, even at the risk of provoking Mistress.

"No condoms. At all. Unrealistic. Unless a biker finds some in the daughter's purse?"

It was all the speech that she could manage, which in itself spoke volumes. Gritting her teeth KittyKat endured, aware that her lovely dress was now bunched around her waist; tits, pussy, and asshole on display, a hand deeply embedded in her cunt while Red and Mistress chatted away and Ricky probably still jerking off at the window.

Despite the discomfort to her only recently opened vagina, she comforted herself with the knowledge that lots of girls her age had already had babies, stretching their openings much more than a hand might. She could do this.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia was in two minds. She wanted to keep Red happy. He was a star performer and collaborator. She wanted to keep KittyKat happy too, but in a different way. The girl would be a star performer too, and if today was the first time she submitted to a vaginal fisting, it wouldn't be the last. Fisting was tough. Flavia didn't need to watcfh KittyKat struggle to know that. She'd been fisted herself. More times than she could count, although not by Red dammit. The thought of letting Red ball his fist inside her almost made her drag the girl from him and exchange places. Not for the pleasure of it. Fisting wasn't pleasurable. No, it's a statement. Of submission and bravado and wanton depravity. It's what you did to show you could do anything. Well, almost anything. There was fisting in another hole...and Flavia didn't think even she could go there...again.

And then KittyKat called out. First 'oh fuck!' Of course she was hurting. The stretching was immense. Like child birth. But without the drugs. I should have given her some cannabis, Flavia thought. Or even a pain killer. Her friend Sophia used pain killing injections before a gangbang, but then pain killers were one step away from the end. KittyKat had a long way to go before pain killers. No, a vaginal fisting was good for the girl, especially here in the apartment where everyone could watch and monitor, rather than on set in the biker bar, say, where once the cameras were rolling, no one would want to stop, and a girl, or boy for that matter, calling out to stop mid scene only spurred people on.

And then KittyKat spoke about condoms. 'No condoms,' she said. Good girl, Flavia thought. Even though she knew KittyKat's saying anything was as much about distracting herself from the discomfort of the fisting as it was about contributing her ideas.

Red was deep inside the girl. Flavia bent over to inspect his point of entry, then ran her fingers round where his hand split KittyKat wide open. The lube bubbled across KittyKat's taut skin and through the red hairs on Red's wrist. The older women wanted to join in, lick the girl's red flesh, slip her fingers inside, take Red's place. Her hand was smaller, of course, so after Red's opening KittyKat's vagina, a fisting from Flavia would be a blessed relief.

"Good girl," she said. "No condoms. I'm sure Red agrees. Condoms are just a time waster in a porn shoot. And a concession to all those do-gooding California legislators. Lucky we'll be over the state line. No regulators in Pahrump!"

She looked at Red who smiled back, then leaned down and kissed him. Flavia ran her hand down to her dripping pussy. Maybe she should climb aboard and let Red fuck her while he fisted the girl.

And then the doorbell rang. Jesus!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The sound of the doorbell penetrated KittyKat's consciousness but didn't really impact it. All her senses and awareness were now focused on the fist inside her body, stretching her cunt almost to bursting, though thankfully well lubed to avoid skin burn.

She had never yet felt so open, so displayed, so used, and tried to mentally withdraw as a distraction from the discomfort and to think through what it might mean.

Her body and sexual expression were released from all convention, so to be face up, with tits pussy and ass on show to the room's occupants while her cunt was being used was of itself no big deal. Her nudity and body were for the giving of pleasure, and she enjoyed that. But the discomfort was something else. Yet Mistress not only didn't mind but actually assisted in making it happen. Which meant that she approved. So perhaps being vaginally fisted was a sort of right of passage, like a first fuck, first blow job, first guzzling of spunk, first gang bang, first nude video, and whatever other initiations Mistress decided on if she was to fulfill her erotic and sexual potential.

At least she had earned a good girl.

"No condoms!" she repeated, desperate for Mistress's approval.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Answer the door Ricky!"

Flavia was unable to draw herself away from Red's fisting of KittyKat. The older woman wanted to be even closer, involved if possible, not just lubing and touching, even as she ran her fingers round Red's wrist where it breeched the girl's body. She looked down where Red was semi-erect. He'd already cum twice and perhaps expecting him to fuck her so soon was too much. Or maybe she could climb up and sit on his face. Or KittyKat's face. Or Ricky's face. Or....fuck!

And then behind her was a great commotion.

"What the fuck!!! What the..."

Professor Angus Plum burst into the room, screaming and yelling, before dragging Flavia back by the shoulders.

"Oh my beautiful KittyKat," he said, inserting himself between Flavia and the girl. The older woman managed to maintain her balance and was able to restrain the Professor as he lunged at Red.

"What are you doing, you crazy fucking monster?"

"Angus. Angus. Please," she said, holding onto her old friend tight. "Angus, meet Red. Red, Angus. Red is just instructing KittyKat in the art of fisting, Angus. You know. Just like Sophia, your favorite slut. Angus. Please. Sit down and we can talk this through."

The Professor struggled as Ricky, completely naked, joined Flavia in restraining the old man.

"Oh KittyKat," he said, the fight in him starting to subside. "I heard you crying out 'oh fuck' as I stood outside. Why, oh why, Flavia? Is this really necessary?"

Concerned that KittyKat might say something to inflame the Professor, Flavia looked at her sternly and shook her head. The girl was lying flat on her back on the coffee table, legs wide apart, Red's hand still deep inside her cunt. The biker showed no sign of finishing up, or reconsidering in response to the Professor's arrival. He seemed, Flavia thought, unperturbed, looking on in a neutral way as he turned his hand slowly, the lube glistening against KittyKat's skin as it bubbled along his arm.

"It's fucking, Angus," she said. "Just like everything else you and I have training KittyKat to do. Fucking."

"It's fisting, Flavia. Fucking is a little....less intrusive," the Professor. "Are you OK my beautiful girl?"

Again Flavia caught KittyKat's gaze and shook her head, mouthing the word 'no'.

"Why don't you sit, Angus? Sit beside Red and watch what he's doing. Where you can see everything. Yeah?"

She pushed Ricky away, then placed her hands on the Professor's side, guiding him down into the chair until he was seated incongruously next to Red and opposite KittyKat. Flavia took KittyKat's leg closest to the Professor and pulled it up, placing the girl's foot in his lap.

"There," she said, noting how his view of KittyKat's violated cunt was unimpeded. "Red might even like to talk you through it."

Flavia noted that Ricky had positioned himself behind Red and was stroking again as he watched the girl being fisted, the Chinese boy's cock lying on the sofa cushions behind Red's head. She moved to stand beside KittyKat's head, then knelt, stroking the girl's hair, ready to intervene if KittyKat spoke.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat only had eyes for Mistress. Despite the invasion by the Prof, she knew that Mistress was more than a match for him, and clearly Red was unperturbed by the commotion, just relentlessly fisting away inside her cunt. She said nothing. Total unquestioning obedience to Mistress was her way of repaying the loving kindness and tolerance she was shown, and anyway, now that her body was getting used to the stretch, there were some nice feelings to go with the physical discomfort. But the blatant sexuality and eroticism of the whole scene were beginning to get to the girl. She was almost enjoying it.

And Mistress was possibly enjoying it too. Despite the aromas of naked cock, sperm, and her own vagina, KittyKat thought she detected a hint of Mistress being aroused, as well. She lifted one hand to softly stroke the back of one of Mistress's, one that was softly caressing her hair in yet another loving gesture.

Did a girl ever have such a generous mentor, lover, and role model? KittyKat ignored the Professor and instead, smiled lovingly up into the face of her idol, with a mixture of infatuation and affection written across her features.

She said nothing. Now was not the time for her to speak. Her role was to please the grownups in the room and to honour Mistress by being the perfect little accommodating hostess. Accommodating any sexual whim that Mistress approved. And KittyKat intended to make Mistress proud.

 

[ericrodman101]

KittyKat did as Flavia told her with her eyes and her touch. The girl calling out in discomfort was fine as far as Flavia was concerned. For all her talking sometimes she felt KittyKat was not demonstrative enough during the sex act itself. She made a mental note to instruct the girl before the biker bar gangbang filming. That scene would benefit from KittyKat's voice.

The Professor took his seat beside Red as Flavia directed. To her complete surprise, far from continuing to complain about what was going on, the Professor offered his hand to Red who shook it with his free hand, the other still buried deep inside Kittykat.

"Red," the younger of the two said.

"Angus. I'm Katy's Professor."

They could have been two men meeting on a park bench, except that one was mostly naked and was fisting a girl lying on her back on a coffee table.

"Katy....?"

"KittyKat," Flavia said, taking one of the girl's hands and placing it between her legs where she could run KittyKat's fingers across her moist slit. As she used the girl's hand to pleasure herself Flavia could feel how tense she was. It would take much practice or relaxants or both before anyone could take a fisting without tensing up.

When she looked up, the Professor had his cock out and was stroking himself, much as Ricky continued to stroke himself, standing behind the couch between the two older men. Flavia smiled. The whole scene pleased her, everyone being stroked and pleasured, her protege being violated by her beautiful friend, the morning sun streaming in, birdsong outside the window, utter depravity taking place within. It felt almost homely. Homely and debauched. If only they were filming....

"Are you going to cum, honey," Red asked, "or would you like me to fuck you up the ass?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat looked to Mistress for permission to speak, then turned her eyes to the men on the sofa beyond or among her spread legs, taking in the sight of masturbating penises and male camaraderie. It occurred to her that she was pretty close to being the realisation of the Prof's non-sentient sex toy philosophy, and she ought to get an outstanding assessment for this impromptu piece of fieldwork.

"I'm not going to cum just yet, Mr. Red," she replied politely, speaking as best she could given the physical discomforts and contortions. At least her own fingers were pleasing Mistress, much to her relief, and she was doing her best to apply the secrets that she'd so recently learned from her Mentor.

Despite all that was going on, KittyKat was absorbing every detail that she could, knowing that this incredible experience was a gift that a girl of her inexperience would rarely be given, and also an education in itself. It would all make a wonderful focus for her next essay for the Prof.

"If you wish to fuck me up the ass, then as long as Mistress approves ..." and again KittyKat looked into her lover's eyes, hoping that she noticed how KittyKat gave the decision to her without reference to the Prof.

 

[ericrodman101]

“…as long as mistress approves…”

Flavia was enjoying the feel of Kittykat‘s fingers between her legs, especially as the girl took control. But the notion that she needed to approve each time KittyKat was fucked brought her thoughts back into focus.

”Do you want Red to fuck you up the ass, KittyKat? Or is there something else you want to do? With anyone else in the room maybe.”

The older woman watched closely to see if her protege reacted to being given a choice.

”I’m not sure slutification extends to choice, Flavia.”

She turned to see her old friend, Professor Angus Plum, adjusting himself. His cock was hard in the old man’s hand, but he hadn’t cum, nor was he slick with precum yet. So Angus has a view, she thought. Perhaps he wants to fuck KtityKat. She remained silent so he could speak.

”In my mind, Flavia,” he said, hesitating and thinking hard as he spoke, “being slutified means not having preferences or making choices. It means doing whatever the other party wants and doing it, without comment or question or favor.”

”But can she speak at all?” Flavia asked.

”Of course,” the Professor replied. “But only to reinforce the suggestion that has been made. Not to consent. To affirm.”

”So you are schooling KittyKat in being a slut?”

Flavia noticed Red suddenly focussed on the old man sitting next to him as he asked his question.

”And that means she must comply with whatever requests or demands she receives. Or simply go along with whatever happens? What if what’s happening is dangerous or unhealthy or injurious?”

As he spoke, the red haired man began withdrawing his hand from KittyKat’s stretched cunt.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Despite being a Scholar, and Outstanding Student, exploring advanced concepts of Freedom from Constraints, Katy felt out of her depth as the grownups discussed the nuances of the Professor's Sluttification Philosophy, and simply remained silent, withdrawing deeper into the persona of KittyKat the Erotic Performer. Perhaps there really was a freedom in being a non-sentient sex doll, freedom from decision making, freedom from choice. She'd need to think about it some more. But Red's wise question uncovered the need for a chaperone, a safety-friend. The need for Mistress.

KittyKat's vagina felt empty and gaping as Red's hand slid slowly out from her body. She didn't want to choose to be ass fucked, and she didn't want to reject it. What she really wanted was to snuggle up naked with Mistress and use her own fingers or lips or tongue to please her Mentor. As it was, she put extra effort into manipulating the soft wet folds at Mistress's core, concentrating on subtle, minute movements that gave maximum reward for minimal action. A difficult feat, but one that Mistress had revealed and needed extensive practice. If they went on to ass fuck her, it would only be her body that they possessed. Her heart and her mind were tied to the actions of her fingers and the lover she was trying to pleasure. KittyKat wondered if she'd become a lesbian.

 

[ericrodman101]

“Yes, KittyKat is my student and the project is slutification. My objective is for the girl to become totally immersed in providing pleasure to men,” the Professor said, then noticing KittyKat’s hand between Flavia’s added with a nod “and women.”

Red withdrew his hand from KittyKat’s cunt, her hole gaping and her juices dripping from his fingers.

”And what is your measure of slutification, Professor?” Red asked, reaching across to KittyKat, opening her mouth, and thrusting his slimy hand between her lips where she could clean him up. “Is it about willingness, or do you aim to go beyond the operation of free will so that the subject is essentially a fucktoy who simply makes a Pavlovian response to sexual opportunity?”

Flavia listened as the two men spoke, almost as if they were having a private conversation alone in the room, and not flanked by an older woman having her pussy fiddled, a younger woman being forced to swallow a cunt-soaked hand, and a naked twink ostentatiously stroking himself and close to orgasm.

”The latter,“ the Professor said. “True slutification means the subject is no longer a whole person, but a slut, a sex toy, an object of gratification. This means that on seeing a man, or woman, the subject only desires sex, can only contemplate being fucked and giving pleasure or sexual outlet to whomever is in the room. It is not about a rational response, but an irrational one. Contact, company, the proximity of another person, triggers an unemotional, irresistible sexual response in the subject. His or her brain can only respond by having sex, by being fucked, by making their body available for whatever sexual requirements the other person, or people, manifest. It’s nonsensual, nonromantic, utterly animalistic and mechanical. He, she, they are here. I will fuck them.”

”But what of the flight response? Self preservation?“ Red asked. “Can the slut understand risk and avoid danger? Or is the sexual urge so strong that you mean it to overcome the urge for survival?”

He drove his soiled hand deep into KittyKat’s mouth. The girl sucked hard until Red withdrew his hand and examined it.

”That is the challenge,” the Professor said. “To overcome instinct. Or replace it, if you like, with a greater, overpowering instinct, to fuck, anyone, anyway, anytime.“

”And you Flavia,” Red said, leaning forward to help KittyKat sit up, conscious that he was interrupting the girl’s digital fucking of the older woman. “Are you part of this experiment? Is this annihilation of free will possible? Or is our academic friend here a monster?”

Behind them standing over the sofa, Ricky came loudly to orgasm, semen spurting across their shoulders and onto the sofa.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat watched Ricky cum and smiled to herself, hoping that his explosive climax might distract the men; Red from his gentle-seeming interrogation of the Professor, and the Prof from spouting what was increasingly obvious as self-congratulatory nonsense. But though she might have seen through the absurdity of the Professor's goals, she was enjoying the level of freedom she had attained, and anyway was still committed to the project. Despite occasional discomfort, she was having fun and looked forward to many more erotic adventures.

Such a pity that her hand was no longer pleasing Mistress. Now sitting in Red's lap, she licked and sucked her own hand of Mistress's fluid pleasure, the flavours mingling with those of her own body from Red's hand, and she watched Ricky's semen run down the fabric of the sofa and down the shoulders of the two men, and even a splash run down her own naked tit. That one she scooped up and fed herself while awaiting the next exploitation of her non-sentient pavlovian-driven sex toy body. And waited too for Mistress to either lead the men on or deflate the Prof's ego by puncturing his intellectually conceited balloon, as only she could. Mistress was such a heroine to her.

 

[ericrodman101]

The two men were distracted by Ricky's explosive orgasm and the semen spraying onto the backs of their necks. Flavia nodded at Ricky, hoping he wouldn't apologise. She smiled, and mouthed 'good' at him. But what to do about the Professor's outburst, not to mention Red's asking her if the professor was a monster. After all, he'd just fisted KittyKat on her living room sofa.

"Live and let live, I say," Flavia replied. "I fear we're all over thinking it. So it's an academic pursuit. That's fine. But what then? Do we encourage young girls to simply eschew free will and wander the streets offering themselves to everyone they meet?"

She looked hard at the two men in case one of them thought this a good idea.

"I'm all for academic freedom. Pushing the envelope. But so what if KittyKat or anyone is slutified. Ricky, for example."

She gestured to the Chinese teen to step round to her side of the sofa.

"KittyKat and Ricky will fuck anyone and everyone I tell them to as part of their studies and our film production. It's not about instinct. It's about professionalism. Some people make burgers as a profession, some people buy and sell property..." she nodded at Red... "and some people fuck. Why not fuck and enjoy it? Intellectual fucking, yeah?"

Ricky stood alongside her. Flavia ran her hand down his side and took hold of his still hard cock.

"Ricky has a nice cock. KittyKat has a nice cunt. And they're both nice kids. Fucking and friendship. Let's have both. But in a controlled environment. In the studio. In my apartment. Not in the street."

She watched the Professor fold his arms and screw up his face. He wouldn't be happy. She'd just trashed his whole instinct-driven, Pavlovian, fuckdoll idea. Not that he coudn't run with it. In academe anything was possible. But she knew his online muse Sophia. Not well. Not as a close friend. But well enough to know that for all the violations Sophia had submitted to, and the Professor had scrutinized, the woman was not a fuckdoll. She was a professional, as much at home shopping and homemaking and holidaying and whatever, as she was lying on her back getting gangbanged by strangers in front of a camera.

"I'm flabbergasted," the Professor said. "I thought we were doing this together, Flavia. A team. Me slutifying KittyKat, you slutifying Ricky. I don't know what to say."

As he spoke, Red pulled KittyKat onto his lap, turning her about so he could fuck her ass cowgirl-style. After all her fine words, Flavia wondered just how eager the girl was to be fucked anally again, without comment or complaint, even as her pussy gaped from the fisting.

"I think we might need some panties on you, beautiful girl," she said, turning and reaching for KittyKat's clothes. "You're wide open. Red can still fuck your ass round a pair of panties."

And finding the panties, then fitting them, would give KittyKat a chance to stand, stretch, walk about, leave the room, wash, and not come back if that's what she wanted. She held the tiny lacy panties out to the girl and nodded towards the bathroom.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat took the offered scrap of underwear, and obediently left the group.

Once in the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror, allowing the dress to fall from her body, and tried to work out what she was supposed to do. Obey, obviously. Put on the panties. But she could have done that in the room. Perhaps she was supposed to make herself more presentable?

With a nod of affirmation to her reflection, KittyKat emptied her bladder and bowels, cleaned up, washed her face and tender bottom, which also removed all the remaining lube, and slipped into the minimal panties. She undid her hair, brushed it, and refastened the ponytail, reflecting on the decisive and authoritative way Mistress had out-argued the Prof. It reminded her of a line from a film her English teacher had liked, excess within control.

Mistress really was much more sensible than the Prof, and KittyKat was thankful to be under her protection.

Ready, she nodded again at the sexy girl in the mirror, and headed back, presumably to get her anus thoroughly fucked. Oh well.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia watched KittyKat leave the room. The girl walked gingerly. A fisting was no walk in the park. But KittyKat was a trooper.

The older woman smiled. The Professor and Red sat side by side on the sofa, chatting like two guys watching the ball game. Or porn for that matter. Which was closer to the truth. She turned and switched on the flat screen. Her favorite porn channel lit up. She selected one of Sophia's gangbangs and turned to watch their reaction. Ricky stood a little behind her, a bit post-orgasmically non-plussed, she thought. The poor kid had no conversation, but then English wasn't his first language. She wondered if his family had any idea what his film and video course entailed. What they were paying for. What little extras she made him do. Did they even know he had a tattoo?

The tattoo. She looked down on the star just above and to the left of his cock mound. The little shit. They'd go ballistic back home in Hong Kong, she was sure. And she was in loco parentis, so Flavia's going ballistic was OK. Her obligation really. Still, it was only a tattoo. Did they know he was a porn actor? A gay porn actor? Was that even a thing in Hong Kong? She made a mental note to do some internet research, coupled with some Chinese gay porn viewing.

The Professor seemed to have let their disagreement go. He and Red were making friends like father and son. They'd be stroking each other off next, she mused.

And then KittyKat returned, just as Sophia opened her legs onscreen and some hands attached to an unseen man inserted an enormous red dildo into her cunt. Sophia's moans filled the room, but nobody looked up. It was just one of those porn days at Flavia's, she guessed, in their heads.

KittyKat had discarded the white party dress and just wore the lacy g-string to cover her used cunt.

"Hey, gorgeous," Red said, holding out his free hand, the other still stroking his hard cock. "On my lap, facing the screen."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Backing into position as ordered, KittyKat watched the screen for a moment, recognising what was playing. As she sat on Red's thighs and felt his hands positioning her how he wanted, she was surprised at her mixed feelings at seeing the German actress Sophia on-screen.

She was jealous. She could tell. She knew it. It bothered her.

Despite knowing how silly, how irrational her response was, KittyKat inwardly fumed, glancing up at Mistress and hoping that the feelings were not clearly written across her face. Sophia was a professional performer with an established body of work behind her who had been inspirational in helping KittyKat over the threshold and into her own embryonic existence as a potential Adult Performer. But KittyKat couldn't act, had no performance history, and no Adult achievements. So why should she be jealous?

The answer was obvious, really. Why did they need Sophia acting when they had KittyKat for real? She wasn't enough for them. She clearly wasn't the sexy girl she imagined she'd just seen in the bathroom mirror. She was insulted.

She wasn't sexy.

With a gut-wrenching loss of confidence, she understood that she had no erotic allure. She didn't know what she was, or who she was.

She felt the blood drain from her face, knew she'd turned paper-white. She felt sick.

Jumping back up, she hurriedly returned to the bathroom before anyone could stop her, not even closing the door, and she vomited, just catching it all in the bowl.

The bottom had just fallen out of her world. She threw up again, tears stinging her eyes, nose running, and wondered if there were razor blades handy for her wrists. There was no point to her. She wasn't sexy, wasn't attractive, wasn't wanted or needed. The Prof had no interest in her as a person, just a sort of stand-in blow-up sex doll. And presumably, Mistress actually found her less interesting than a re-run of an old sex tape by a German porn star.

KittyKat had nothing to offer, was of no value, no interest. She may as well not exist. She vomited again though there was nothing to come up. She was just heaving on empty. Empty, like her whole persona. In a moment she'd search out those razor blades.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia was surprised at KittyKat's leaving the room so urgently. Did the girl need to be sick? Was the sex freaking her out? The fisting had been hard, but KittyKat hadn't objected. Well, not in so many words. But then Flavia recalled her calling out 'fuck' and the grimacing and the obvious discomfort. Hey, girlfriend, she might have said. A fisting is uncomfortable.

Yet even as she thought the words, Flavia had second thoughts. 'Hey girlfriend' were not caring words. And Red, for all his praise and demonstrable arousal, had hardly treated KittyKat with kid gloves.

The older woman followed her protege to the bathroom. The door was open. KittyKat was head down in the toilet, naked except for the lace panties, retching with nothing coming out. Jesus. We've got some things to overcome before Saturday.

Flavia knelt beside KittyKat, resting a hand lightly on her head, then running her fingers through the girl's hair.

"What's up, honey," she said softly, reaching out with the other hand to close the door. "Is there something you wanna tell me that I can put right?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat gently pressed her head back into the loving comfort of Mistress's soft caress. She closed her eyes but tears still escaped to trickle down her cheeks.

She was a mess.

Her breath must stink, her face would be blotchy and ugly, her nose red and runny; but at least she hadn't vomited on her hair.

And then, to add to her distress, she suddenly realised that she'd let Mistress down. Disgraced her. failed. A fresh wave of anguish shook her chest and shoulders with half-stifled sobs. She turned and wrapped her arms around Mistress, carefully turning her head to avoid messing her idol.

"I can't go back in," she began, her voice small and lacking her usual confidence, a confidence that she now understood to be based on ignorance. "Everyone will hate me, be disgusted by me. No one loves me, no one likes me, I'm just an available cunt, a fuck doll; the Prof has admitted it. And ... and everyone would prefer to watch Sophia on screen than watch me for real ... they don't really like seeing my tits or pussy, and I'm ... it's ... And I failed you ... but I'd do anything to please you, anything, but I couldn't help it, and I want to be your favourite girl, your best girl, the one you can rely on, your starlet, your porn girl; I want you to like me more than her, I want to do more than her, be better than her, more sexy, more bold, fuck harder, longer, better, more partners, more spunk, anything you want, everything you want, so long as you like me ... I wanted to be sexy," she finished lamely with the heart of her trashed hopes, "I just wanted to be sexy."

 

[ericrodman101]

“I just wanted to be sexy.”

Flavia understood. It was all too much too quickly. After all, KittyKat was only 18 years old, and a few short weeks ago still a virgin. A virgin with a dream, of course. A wild crazy brave debauched dream. Which made it all the more compelling than the ordinary dreams of the other freshmen on campus: graduation, marriage, mortgage, children. Fuck! Flavia could barely conceal her contempt even from herself. KittyKat’s dream was magnificent. It soared, leaving the dreams of her contemporaries in the dry dust in her wake where they deserved to die.

But the dream was at risk. And why was Flavia surprised. She, Dr Flavia Martinelli, had assumed too much, moved to fast, put too much burden on the shoulders of her young untested protege.

Untested? Yes and no. The girl had shown courage and imagination and sheer guts getting this far. Maybe her fleeing and breaking down was a simple call for help, an opportunity to regroup and find the right speed.

”No one is disgusted with you,” the older woman said, stroking the girls hair, drawing her close. “No one hates you. You are wonderful. A born performer. A natural libertine. You are a star, my beautiful girl. Truly.”

It was the slutification project, she realised. I never liked it, she thought. Or the way Angus ploughed ahead, using and abusing girls like KittyKat, chewing them up and spitting them out. It was too harsh, too impersonal, too antagonistic to the natural urges and yearnings of impressionable young women.

”You are my favourite girl.My favourite porn girl. So let’s never forget that whatever the future holds.”

The future. The biker bar gangbang on Saturday. Red and the Professor and Ricky sitting, cocks hard in her living room. The fucking future. She held KittyKat tight.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Whatever the future holds.

KittyKat shivered a little as she clung to Mistress for strength, understanding, support, love. But for now, she knew that Mistress wanted her. Her favourite girl, favourite porn girl, even. It was enough. And all those promises KityKat had made. Did she mean them? About doing anything and everything to please Mistress? Yes, she did. She felt compelled to earn Mistress's love through total submission. She had a feeling she'd heard of something like this, that she wasn't the first to want that kind of relationship. That it involved the wearing of a choker or something. She'd need to ask Mistress another time.

In a small voice, half pleading, she asked into Mistress's body, "Do you think the guys out there think I'm sexy? Am I good enough to interest them?" She wasn't entirely sure what she was asking. Perhaps it was just reassurance, but she knew men got erections looking at her. At least, she thought they did. Perhaps that was what she needed to know, that she could get penises hard. She momentarily fantasised that just walking into a room would immediately prompt all the men to sport instant boners, hard-ons, stiffies. She was getting horny again, and nuzzled against Mistress's breast, teeth seeking out the hidden nipple.

"I think I'd like to fuck again, but not my pussy, it's still too loose. What do you think, my Mistress?" KittyKat leaned back slightly to gaze up into her lover's eyes, trying to communicate complete surrender but without using words, only her face. Would Mistress understand? Would Mistress challenge her to out-fuck Sophia? To be filthier and more depraved than whatever the German girl was currently doing on-screen in the other room? KittyKat felt the need to prove herself and begged Mistress with her eyes.