Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[ericrodman101]

"I'm gonna cum."

As far as Flavia could remember it was pretty much the only thing Ricky had said all day. Just three words. No emphasis. Did he mean urgently or eventually? The older woman was still lying on the floor filming the double anal penetration from underneath. It continued to amaze her how compliant KittyKat was to such an intrusion. Not just compliant. Enthusiastic. Her own first double anal had been torrid. Painful. Histrionic. Basically gang rape. After that first one, of course, Flavia had made it one of her stocks in trade as a porn performer, but the first one. Fuck!

If Ricky came now she'd be able to film him. Hopefully he'd be visually interesting, a pulsing cock jammed in an asshole with a second cock and then the leakage, the cum running back down the cock, out of the asshole.

Or maybe she should get him out so he could cum somewhere else, a close up of his cockhead spraying seed. Onto the girl's face maybe. Into her mouth. It was a standard discharge shot although ass to mouth after double anal wasn't something a girl did every day.

Should she ask Red his preference? Was he going to cum too? And KittyKat? Did her preference count? Yes. And no. She'd agree to do whatever Flavia wanted. My beautiful girl, she thought. My beautiful, amiable, compliant, debauched little girl.

Ricky came while the older woman was still thinking things through, watching through the viewfinder. The Chinese boy grabbed KittyKat's butt cheeks tightly and evenly, his fingers bunching into the flesh. He moaned then punched one final time, deep and uncharacteristically hard, causing the girl to flinch and Red to reposition her slightly. His cock spasmed nicely in time to his moaning. And then much too quickly he was done, relaxed, the fingers loosening, and the white cum oozing around his cock, bubbling past her stretched skin, sliding neatly down his shaft, drips forming at the base next to his balls. Flavia imagined the cum dripping onto her which would be fine, but not the lens necessarily. An artistic drip, faintly clouding the view might be nice, but then she'd need to clean it off.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Ricky had cummed. He'd said he would, was about to, and he did. Quite nicely, really, with a little fervour, a little extra thrust. She could tell he hadn't faked it because he was suddenly extra slippery and at the same time deflating like a pierced balloon.

But it was nice. KittyKat was pleased that despite seeming uninterested in their little sexual escapade, Ricky had at least got an orgasm out of it. Chalk up another guy brought to spunk by KittyKat the beginner. She smiled to herself.

The question now was what to do. Ricky was no longer able to be a second cock up her asshole, so perhaps the fun was done. Mistress would call it a wrap or whatever Directors did, Red would give up, pat her on her head and send her on her way, or just depart himself and leave them to it. Mistress would send KittyKat for a bath before they made slow sensuous love by the fireplace and watched all the footage they'd recorded, while KittyKat suckled on Mistress's breasts and teased her nipples with her teeth and diddled her clit with fingers that were becoming more practiced every day.

Turning her head to try and look at Red behind her still impaling her on his cock, she raised an eyebrow, her non-verbal attempt to ask what they were supposed to do now and was it okay and could Mr Red tell her what to do and was the filming over and was Mistress pleased with them and was Ricky ok and did he cum a lot and did Mr Red think KittyKat was any good as a fuck and as a porn performer and all the other questions buzzing through her head that would make Mistress cross if she asked them and exasperate the Prof if he heard her speak.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Well..." Flavia began from her position on the floor, "that's you done Ricky, so Red..."

Before the older woman could finish her sentence, Red stirred and coughed.

"You done kid?" he asked the Chinese boy. "Then make yourself scarce."

Ricky had pretty much slipped out anyway and he stepped back, completing the withdrawal. Flavia managed to catch his cock emerging from its confinement, the glazed cock head bobbing in space, a rope of cum forming briefly before snapping, the drips raining down on her. So the camera lens would need cleaning after all.

"Honey," Red said, getting slowly to his feet, KittyKat rising like the figurehead of a ship, impaled on his cock, captured in his arms, leaning forward, never looking so slight and vulnerable. "You tell me if this hurts, but I'm going to carry you out onto the balcony and fuck you over the rail. Get the door Ricky."

Flavia wasn't sure if she could remember two people fucking in quite the position Red now adopted. She wiped the lens vigorously, all the whole noting that the Professor with his phone camera was well positioned to capture the big tattooed man and the eighteen year old teen, crab walk, joined at the cock and ass, across the carpet, through the door and into the open air. KittyKat as usual made no complaint. Did it hurt, Flavia wondered. Like hell. It must. Red was bearing her whole weight on his cock. If she didn't hurt now, then tonight and tomorrow would tell. And would she be OK for Saturday?

Once on the balcony, Red bent the girl over the rail at the waist. As she folded forward he took her head in his hands and pulled her neck back, then began thrusting hard and high, deep into her ass, groaning and muttering, trying to provoke a reaction from her, if not from the three other people in the apartment, and people in the adjoining buildings and on the ground. Flavia stepped into the balcony and looked about. Quiet so far, but for how long?

Should she intervene? Should she just keep filming? And from what angle? The Professor was leaning over the balcony rail trying to capture their faces, and the rocking of KittyKat's body as Red tugged and rammed into her, intent on completing as thorough an anal fuck as Flavia had witnessed in a long time. She watched as Red pulled KittyKat's face round to meet him, and then lean forward to kiss her, one hand in her mouth, distorting her face, opening her lips.

"My oh my," the older woman heard herself saying, forgetting entirely to film.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat broke the kiss and allowed the quiet grunting and gasping that had so far been forced out of her with every contortion and invasion of her body to become more vocal cries and groans.

It hurt, But not in a torturing sort of way, more an erotic pain on the very edge of pleasure, like grasping for the dream that recedes from memory the more you chase it.

She'd liked the kiss. It made her pretend that Mr Red actually cared for her just a little, that perhaps he considered her a good fuck, worth coming back to. She became more vocal, crying out, exalting even through the discomfort, fully aware of her naked tits swaying over the sheer drop to the ground below.

She was naked. Somehow at some point, her tiny lace panties had disappeared and she opened her legs a little to air her poor abused but mostly recovered vagina, now more or less restored to her usual dimensions after the vigorous fisting she'd received earlier. Her asshole she wasn't sure about, but Mr Red seemed to be enjoying fucking the shit out of her anus as if it hadn't been stretched to accommodate two big cocks and some fingers. He felt good and snug up there and KittyKat was fairly confident he would cum. Again.

She grunted and mewled and cried out and became louder and louder, her eyes closed as she absorbed all the sensual signals her body was shouting out. KittyKat was being ass-fucked outdoors in a public place. What better declaration of freedom could there be? Surely this was a triumph of sexuality overcoming inhibition.

She glanced at Mistress, at that beautiful face, imagining the expression to be one of approval, of affection. “Film us, Mistress?” she begged, fully aware that the Prof was already doing his best. “I think,” she gasped, “I'm going to,” she breathed again, “cum!”

Her insides clenched and she felt the sensations grow that were now becoming so familiar. It was going to be a big one, she could tell, and she simply gave herself over to it. She cried out, she screamed, she clenched, she bucked, she thrashed, she moaned; eyes closed, mouth open, body taking over her mind.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed as the waves crashed over her and consciousness dimmed to a single expression of primeval instinct.

 

[ericrodman101]

First Ricky, now KittyKat. Both vocalising, Flavia thought. Was it something about fucking Red? He always managed to bring out the voice in me, she thought.

KittyKat wasn't just vocalising. She was crying out. In pain. Grunting and mewling, moaning and gasping. The sound of intense pain and pleasure mixed together. Red had broken her, if that was the right way to put it. Fucked it out of the girl. All that silent compliance gone as he fucked her ass over the balcony rail.

Should she film? Should she drag them inside? Should she just sit back and enjoy the commotion, like the chubby middle aged guy and the slender young woman standing on the balcony opposite. Flavia caught their eye and they gave her a wave. She realised they were naked too, obviously fucking in the afternoon, clandestine probably, the boss and the intern maybe, and disturbed by the noise. The man raised a glass. Champagne? Neither of them made any move to go back inside their apartment. She waved back.

The Professor fussed around behind her. Flavia didn't want him back on the balcony, getting in the way, ruining the exquisite moment. She wished he'd go away. Just fucking go. She realised she'd turned and almost said it out loud. But she'd said it with her eyes, and he slunk back inside a little way.

KittyKat is my creation now, she thought.

And then the girl cried out that she was going to cum. This eventuality Flavia wanted to catch on film, but just as much she wanted to be part of the orgasm. A tactile part. Holding the girl or Red or both. It was her orgasm, good as dammit. She'd brought them together. She'd made Ricky join Red in the double anal. She'd coaxed and schooled and complimented and corrected Kitty Kat these past weeks. Not the Professor.

The girl was crying out, almost screaming. There was a second group on a balcony opposite. Three college boys. Openly masturbating, their cocks hard and proud, pointing at the disturbance. Cheering KittyKat on. Flavia turned and watched her protege. Had she seen her audience? Was she doing it for them? No, her eyes were closed. This was KittyKat's orgasm, not Red's, not the audience's, not Flavia's.

The teen's body shook and writhed as Red pounded into her, knocking against the balcony rail, both bodies shaking and gyrating.

"Cum for me beautiful girl," Red was saying way too loud. "Fucking cum for me."

"FUCK! FUUUUUCK!"

KittyKat bent over the rail, her arms flailing in space, her torso pinned between Red and the architecture. The big tattooed man was cumming too, gripping the girl's waist in his hands, letting her upper body swing free, banging her hard against the metal bar so that it vibrated and sang. They were both screaming fuck.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat's return to reality felt gradual as if it were a transition taking place at glacial speed. And yet there she was, still pinned by a penis against the metal balcony of Mistress's apartment, hovering out in space, stark naked and pierced by a giant cock.

It wasn't a dream; it had been real. She was glowing, and sore and burning and could feel the orgasmic cum running down her legs. It had been a cum to remember. Hopefully, Mistress had caught it on her camera so that they might relive it over and over. But for now, she was spent.

Her eyes were still closed while her mind and body tried to recover from the erotically sensual overload. She sighed.

"That was a nice fuck," she announced quietly, "thank you Mr Red." KittyKat sighed again. "Thank you, most wonderful Mistress, you're the best!"

What now, she wondered.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia smiled when KittyKat thanked everyone for the nice fuck. The girl was still impaled on Red’s cock as he hung her over the railing. Across the alley the middle aged man and his girlfriend, and the three college boys applauded, laughing and cheering at what they’d witnessed. One of the college boys stuck his cock through the rail of his balcony and came onto the lane below, an enormous rope of semen unwinding below him before snapping and dropping.

Red puffed heavily, spent from both cumming in the girl’s ass, and holding her off the ground. He lifted KittyKat off his cock, then placed her down on her feet. The naked couple stood side by side on the balcony, his cock still swollen swinging like a pendulum, his arm around her waist accentuating their size difference, Red tall, thick set, muscular, KittyKat short and slight.

Flavia remembered the camera.

”You’re not done yet, beautiful girl,” she said. “Mr Red needs to be cleaned up.”

The older woman looked down at Red‘s cock, slick with cum and ass juice. She watched KittyKat’s eyes follow hers down, then meet her gaze, strangely innocent and inquiring. Flavia nodded then knelt before Red, the camera lifted to her eyes. She knew KittyKat understood what was required of her. Ass to mouth. Flavia imagined the woody, earthy flavour of the soiled cock, the smoothness of the goo, the rush of saliva and the gag reflex. Or maybe the girl had a taste for ass to mouth already, and wouldn’t gag.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat knew what to do. She sank to her knees in front of the big swaying soiled cock, half turned to allow the camera the best possible view. But she had a dilemma. The audience she'd noticed wouldn't be able to see. They would be able to work out what was happening but were denied an actual view.

With a raised eyebrow at Mistress kind of asking permission, KittyKat grasped Mr Red's hips and turned him slowly, allowing Mistress to keep filming and follow them around and now giving the apartment across the way the chance to watch. If they wanted.

The act itself wasn't something she enjoyed but she understood it to be a pornographic necessity, a duty, and she would do it as a gift of love to Mistress, to prove her devotion. KittyKat looked into the camera, her face softening, mouthed, I love you, and turned back to the soft fat penis.

Taking hold with her small hand she lifted the surprisingly heavy organ and began licking and kissing it all over, slurping off the combined secretions, gently squeezing in pulses, almost like the prelude to sucking Mr Red off. Trying to get him hard yet again when surely another erection would be impossible. She licked and kissed and squeezed until the only coating on the warm squishy phallus was her own saliva, and then she took him in her mouth. As far as she could. Working with fingers, cheeks, and tongue. If she could get him hard again it would be a triumph, one worth aiming for. She tried to swallow and force more of the big soft penis inside her mouth and down her throat, working at it until her nose was pressed into the warm muscly masculine-smelling belly. KittyKat pulled back and then began to try and fellate him. She wanted to give a blowjob outside, in public, filmed. For some reason, it seemed very important to her.

 

[ericrodman101]

Of course Flavia had been the one to tell KittyKat to clean up Mr Red. And she knew the girl would comply. It was in her nature. But as usual KittyKat’s unbridled enthusiasm and complete lack of inhibition amazed Flavia the way it always seemed to. Was there any limit, any act, any deprivation KittyKat wouldn’t submit to?

The older woman watched as her protege simply took Red‘s soiled cock in her hand and then her mouth, working him hard and thoroughly as if trying to make him erect again. She wanted to tell her that no man gets erect so many times in the same day, and yet with this treatment, Red was giving lots of verbal clues at least that it might not be beyond him.

And to top off her performance, KittyKat gently turned Red to the side so that her oral work was on view to the people on the opposite balconies. The college boys simply hollered obscene encouragement, all the while masturbating themselves, and then to Flavia’s surprise, each other until they all came loudly and copiously, their strings of cum looping into the alley. She made a mental note to invite them over some day and see what transpired.

The chubby guy and his hot companion watched attentively, sipping from their champagne flutes. Flavia waved. She knew the guy by sight, having said hello in the street. The Ferrari he drove was parked below them, top down. She imagined what a great prop it would make in a movie. Invite them over too, she thought. Maybe all five neighbours together. Neighbours together….now there’s a film title she mused.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mr Red wasn't in any hurry to grow yet another erection, but he wasn't complaining about having his cock sucked, either. KittyKat wasn't deterred, and worked her hands, lips and tongue in what she hoped was a delicate and entrancing dance on his penis, doing everything she could think of to persuade it to get hard again. Despite her inexperience, she was aware that most guys were only good for one erection, one cum a day, though possibly more if they got really turned on. At least, that's what she supposed. So she was asking quite a lot if she wanted Mr Red to sport a fuckable cock so soon. She wasn't presumptuous enough to assume that she could turn on a man of Mr Red's experience who must have fucked more beautiful women than she could think of.

But if you don't ask you won't get. So she was asking. With hands, lips, and tongue. And while she was at it, since she was being allowed to play, she practiced again trying to swallow the big organ and bury her nose in his belly. Deepthroat, she thought it was called, or was that the name of an informer in a film? It didn't matter as long as she didn't embarrass herself by using the wrong words on video.

But if Mistress didn't mind wasting more video time and continued recording, KittyKat would continue sucking the pretty cock and enjoying the encouragement of their little audience.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia simply let KittyKat’s enthusiasm for swallowing Red’s cock play out. It wasn‘t like she had much else planned for the day. She’d filmed the double anal penetration in three positions, and assumed the Professor had caught enough of the facial expressions. She‘d managed to get Ricky to fuck a girl properly, possibly for the last time, not to mention get him to talk. What he was doing now she wasn’t quite sure. Cleaning himself up naked in front of the TV maybe. And she’d made friends with the people across the alley, who continued to enjoy KittyKat’s show wherever it was going.

One thing she was not so sure about. Her protege may have excelled her expectations for fucking on film and in public, but her enthusiastic naïveté might also be a curse. The girl was on the pill. Flavia had made sure of that. Funny how an eighteen year old starting college in her day meant buying a nice pair of shoes and a new dress, while now it meant organising birth control. From day one. It was almost as if student orientation was a euphemism for fucking. And so another idea for a porn film title lodged in her head.

Flavia decided KittyKat needed to be examined in case the fisting and the double anal had any repercussions, longer term as well as for Saturday‘s planned gangbang filming at the biker bar. After things died down she would call the college clinic and make an appointment.

Meanwhile out on the balcony KittyKat seemed intent on keeping as much of Red’s flaccid but still outsized cock inside her mouth as possible and for as long as possible. And Red seemed to have no desire to end the session. Flavia sat on a chair to watch. The girl across the alley was on her knees now, sucking off her chubby boss who raised his champagne glass when Flavia waved.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

There was something totally wonderful about having a big fat penis to play with. It was as if Mr Red had leant it to KittyKat for as long as she wanted it. She took it out of her mouth and just played with it in her hands, running the skin up and down over the full but squidgy shaft beneath, gently squeezing the spongy glans and toying with the different textures, watching closely how it responded, smiling at the movement of his balls in their sack of loose skin. It was all so different from girls. Despite now having been fucked by a few different cocks, KittyKat was still not used to how different men were physically.

Mistress seemed to have stopped filming and taken herself off duty, just sitting relaxed while KittyKat enjoyed herself. Hopefully, Mistress was happy. She didn't seem upset at KittyKat's self-indulgence but did seem perhaps a little thoughtful. KittyKat risked talking. Quietly.

"I do like playing with your cock, Mr Red, it's very beautiful and such a nice toy. And you make lovely sperm with your big balls. I wish I could have a cock to play with any time I wanted. It's so nice to hold and suck." She gave the penis a soft fluttery kiss on its tip. "I think sucking cock is a nice hobby, though I haven't really sucked very many yet. I should do something about that, I suppose. You'd laugh if you knew how backward I really am. I have so much to catch up on, but thankfully Mistress is very kind and puts up with me and is helping me learn."

A new thought came to her. "I wonder if it's possible to make a rubber cast of each of the cocks I've fucked so far? I mean, it's not many, is it? And most are with the university; the Prof, Friedrich, that's a funny one! And Mistress's class. And you. Oh, and the hospital staff. I don't know how many would cooperate, but then I could play with them all again and fuck them whenever I like. Or we could display them on a shelf here at home!" She glanced over to Mistress. "Oh, and we could write ideas on little sticky notes and put them on the fridge, ideas for videos or for just fun things to do, like seeing how many cocks we can make cum in an hour, or doing a competition for the most fucks, or trying to get all holes filled with two cocks each, or other nice challenges. There should be tv game shows with stages like, who can strip naked the fastest, who can take the biggest dildo, who can mount the most dildos in a given time, who can take a long dildo furthest down her throat, stuff like that?"

While letting her mouth and imagination run, KittyKat kept stroking Mr Red's cock, as if she was trying to stretch it as long as possible. She was becoming very attached to it, almost treating it as her own. Glancing again at Mistress, she decided she ought to shut up.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia laughed out loud at KittyKat’s suggestions. Red joined in.

”Who can make Mr Red cum five times on the same day,” he said, putting a hand behind the girl‘s head and drawing her mouth back onto his cock.

”Is she going to manage it?” Flavia leaned back to take in the view. The girl was precocious. Full of ideas. But good ones. She couldn’t deny it. Rubber cocks. Well it had been done. Pornstars marketed their casts, to the customers after they were famous, but they also sent them with their job applications. A rubber cock speaks a thousand words, someone once said. Shakespeare?

She looked across the alley. Chubby guy had his intern on her front now, ass up, his face between her butt cheeks. The Professor watched from the open door, rubbing his cock through his trousers without constraint. Flavia could hear porn from inside her apartment. Gay porn. Way too loud. Ricky must be doing some research.

”Come on beautiful girl,“ Red was saying. “Make me cum…”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat would have grinned if her mouth hadn't been full once again with Mr Red's cock which was clearly beginning to return to life. She gave it her all for a number of reasons. She was having fun; Mr Red deserved her best; She wanted to impress and please Mistress; they had an audience who were probably expecting to see a splashy facial; she felt like an athlete trying to break a record, a sex athlete perhaps.

She gave it her all, as if auditioning for her part in the Bar Video that was already secured. She wanted to outdo Sophia, and hoped that the Prof would notice how well she was doing and notice that she was approaching the skill level of his favourite porn girl.

She sucked, licked, tongue-flicked, stroked, pumped, buzzed, throated, did everything she could think of at the right time in the right way to please Mr Red and to fill his balls once more to overflowing, to persuade his pretty cock to release all that gorgeous spunk.

She was hungry for it, had worked hard for it, and almost believed that she'd earned it. She wanted it in her mouth but felt that the audience across the way and also Mistress deserved to see the ejaculation, a fifth and final spectacular. Would Mistress film it? Just because she could? KittyKat looked at her idol and mentor, seeking approval.

 

[ericrodman101]

Dr Flavia Martinelli scrolled through the laptop again. She’d transferred all the film from the day and the Professor had sent her the pictures he’d taken. It wasn’t perfect. She had filmed it all handheld, improvising mostly. All that lying on her back and bending, trying to get close to the action. After all, her back and her knees weren’t what they used to be.

She put the laptop aside for a moment and gazed at the ceiling. KittyKat breathed gently beside her, the girl‘s head on her shoulder, a hand nestling between her thighs. The night was warm and they were naked. Flavia wondered if she should ask the girl to lick her pussy. Again. Ask? Tell. Instruct. Direct. Demand. That’s what mentors did. What film directors did. Porn directors.

Is that she was now? A porn director? Flavia guessed so. And if she wasn’t already, she would be after Saturday at the biker bar.

The girl stirred and her eyes opened.

”Do you want to watch it again, beautiful girl?”

Flavia recovered the laptop and ran the film from the start. Three double anals in different positions. Red and Ricky and KittyKat, joined by their cocks and her ass. It wasn’t artistic but that wasn’t Flavia’s plan. This was academic footage. She wanted to capture double anal penetration up close, focus on the point of entry, the congress, on the cocks entering the girl’s body, on the stretching and the sliding together, the friction and the overcoming of it.

And in that she felt she’d succeeded.

”You are beautiful,” Flavia said. “And so brave and obedient.“

The older woman paused, not sure how to proceed.

”And I think next time you see Red he might ask you something….about being his girl.”

His girl. Red’s girl. That was the right way to put it. Not girlfriend. Men like Red didn’t really have romantic attachments. They had girls. For company maybe. For sex definitely. For fucking. On demand. And not just to cater for their personal needs. For their friends. Visitors. Acquaintances. Business partners. And she might not be the only house girl he kept.

How did she feel about that? Should she concur if Red asked, Flavia wondered. A bridge to cross when they came to it, she decided.

The film was coming to an end. She watched Red’s fourth and final cumming. What a triumph. You did that, beautiful girl, she thought, wondering if KittyKat was watching her handiwork.

On screen the tattooed man pulled his semi erect cock from KittyKat’s mouth and came on her tongue, not strongly but enough to make the older woman jealous. The screen girl looked into the camera, opened her mouth, gargled semen and smiled.

Flavia closed the laptop and sighed.

“Lick my pussy,” she said. “Again.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat obeyed. She loved to obey Mistress, to please her, to be her special girl. She scooted down the bed, drew her knees up raising her naked ass in the air, and proceeded with fingers, lips, tongue, and breath to pleasure Mistress. Again. Either she was getting good at cunt-eating or Mistress thought she needed more practice. Not that it mattered. It was fun.

As she munched, she let her mind drift back to seeing her most recent public escapades portrayed on film. Well, video. It was pretty good. Ok, fairly documentary rather than story-telling, but Mistress had made her look like a desirable sex kitten. Very complimentary. And possibly looking like an apprentice working towards outdoing the famous Sophia.

She also thought on what Mistress had just said about Mr Red. That he might want her as his girl. Which meant he might truly have enjoyed fucking her. And might have enjoyed her fellating skills. After all, he had cummed four times, and even if it wasn't the five that she'd thought it was at the time, it was still almost a world record. Which presumably meant she had to be at least a little bit sexy. It made her smile and feel proud, and added a burst of energy and enthusiasm to her probing Mistress's love tunnel alternately with tongue and two extended curled fingers, aiming for that little rough patch of pleasure.

Mr Red's girl. That was quite an honour. Would he want her to move in?

Would she have to move out of Mistess's home? The place that was now home to her, too? Did that mean Mistress was letting her go?

KittyKat faltered in her love-making.

Was Mistress passing her on?

KittyKat felt a sudden panic. Mistress was rejecting her. Mistress had had enough. She wasn't mature enough for Mistress. Or she talked too much. Yes, that was it, she had gone on and on about her silly pathetic ideas instead of shutting up. She'd bored Mistress and demonstrated her childishness just when she should have played the sophisticated porn actress. She'd fucked up. Totally fucked up.

The panic got worse. But she mustn't make a scene, mustn't cry. She would simply get her things and go.

Hot tears spilled down her cheeks and onto Mistress's lovely thighs. She tried to lick again, but her chin was trembling too much. She mustn't embarrass Mistress, mustn't be childish about this. Relationships end. She knew it would happen one day, was terrified it might happen one day, but she'd thought it would be when she was stronger; strong enough to cope.

Her sobs were silent but still made her chest heave. She must control herself. She managed to get some command of her breathing and her voice and looked up, trying so hard to keep the distraught despair from her face but knowing she was failing, and just putting on a grimace instead of a smile.

"I'm so sorry I failed, Mistress, sorry I let you down, that you don't want me anymore." Her emotions were rapidly stealing her back and she just managed to blurt, "you must reject me." Then the dam of self-control burst and she howled out all the pain of her breaking heart, the grief at losing Mistress, the despair of failing to please the one she loved.

As great wracking sobs shook her small body, tears spilled unhindered down her cheeks and she gazed for probably the last time at her idol, her crush, her love, her lover.

She had no idea what to do with herself; her world had just fallen apart.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia was half dozing, enjoying KittyKat’s oral attention, when the girl simply fell apart without warning. Rejection. You don’t want me. Howling and wailing, inconsolably. The girl sat up in bed, her mentor’s pussyfoot juices mingling with the tears on her face.

Flavia tried reasoning with her protege. It was the comments about Red and being his house girl. The older woman tried to put herself in KittyKat’s shoes. What young, naive red blooded girl starting out in porn wouldn’t want to be Red’s house girl. Flavia recalled the sordid and dangerous places she’d ended up at the beginning of her career, relying on casual acquaintances, on pimps, on couch surfing and sleeping in bus stations. KittyKat was being handed security and safety on a plate. So she’d have to fuck Red and his friends. She’d have to now. She was fucking them already.

It was love. Infatuation. Flavia understood. An eighteen year old‘s obsession. Who hadn’t been there? Flavia had become obsessed with her uncle. Her mother’s brother. After he’d raped her and told her he loved her and would look after her, and that if she loved him back she’d fuck all his friends, Flavia had moved into his house in the next town, only to find his new wife and her child there as well. Quite how he expected that to work she never found out, commencing her period of life on the road.

So KittyKat loved her mistress. Flavia was touched. It wasn’t like living with Red meant not seeing her mistress. Indeed, she could live in both places. It was just from a logical point of view, Red had so much more to offer in terms of a career. Flavia was not a director or a performer anymore, whereas Red had connections, was professionally active, and could take KittyKat under his wing and find her work, immediately. Flavia already knew that on the weekend after the planned biker bar film, Red would be working with Sophia, KittyKat’s hero. What an opportunity! The older woman kept this quiet for the moment while she nursed the girl to sleep. They could discuss it in the morning, before that nice doctor from across the alley called in.

After the double anal session and while KittyKat was cleaning up, Flavia had made his acquaintance, talking across the gap between their balconies. The chubby man was Doctor Paul something. He’d said his name, but Flavia had already forgotten it. Doctor Paul would do. And he was a gynaecologist. Just what KittyKat needed after her experiences today. Doctor Paul was coming over for morning coffee and a professional chat. And bringing his girl with him. His niece. Well, his eighteen year old step niece apparently. The young woman he’d been fucking on his balcony. A friend her own age for KittyKat perhaps.

Flavia slept once KittyKat was asleep.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat woke up from a scary dream. One moment she was about to fall off the edge of Mistress's apartment building and had to cling to Mistress with all her strength to stop from dropping to a horrific and gruesome end, the next moment she was fully awake in bed with her arms and legs wrapped around a surprised Mistress, like a baby primate holding her mother in an unshakable grip.

"Oh!" she murmured and relaxed the tense hold, turning it into more of a hug, cuddle.

Her panic of the evening before had subsided but clearly, the underlying fear remained.

"Sorry about getting upset, Mistress," she said, and gently stoked her mentor's breast, playing with the nipple with finger and thumb. Letting go, KittyKat rose naked from the bed, went over to the window to look out on the new day, and then made her way to the kitchen to make them both a drink which she brought back to bed.

Settling again next to Mistress, she sat up in the bed, the covers only just reaching her knees, and thought about her terror of the night before and of Mistress's reassurance. "I wish you could be my Mom," she said, sipping her tea, eyes darting frequently to her protector, drinking in her beauty. KittyKat was besotted. She knew it. Mistress knew it. If she hadn't known already, the little panic had made it clear. And Mistress had been so kind, so understanding, so generous with her. If KittyKat hadn't already been in love with her, last night would have sealed it. Which didn't make sense because if she hadn't been in love she wouldn't have panicked. And around in circles went KittyKat's thoughts.

"I do know that you're offering me an amazing opportunity, to be with Mr Red, but I'd love it if my home could be with you. If you'd let me. I think I could cope if we did that? Probably?" When they'd finished talking, KittyKat showered and dressed in a pale blue sweater and loose flowing flowery skirt, not bothering with any underwear, made them both breakfast, and then sat down on the couch. Ready for Mistress to talk to her. A grown-up talk.

 

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“I wish you could be my Mom.”

Flavia found herself making non-committal noises in response to KittyKat’s prattle. And immediately the word prattle came into her thoughts she knew how unfair she was being. The girl was eighteen, for fuck’s sake. Just out of school and home, and already fucking like a seasoned whore. Like Flavia when she was thirty, at least. Double anal. The sex club. Friedrich and his coke can cock. Red and Ricky and the Professor and the emergency room and the adult store and the cab driver and….

So the girl was besotted. And confused. And nervous and scared as well. And so highly sexed that Flavia could tell her to fuck…well, just to fuck and KittyKat would open her legs with a smile.

You‘ve already got a Mom, Flavia wanted to say. Would that be the right thing? Maybe KittyKat was an orphan, or her mother had rejected her or was cruel. Should she ask? Or was that just asking to go deeper?

”You‘ll always have a home with me,” Flavia said, relenting finally. “House girl for Red is just a stage in your career. It won’t be permanent…unless you marry him. Lots of girls would do anything to catch Red, but I don’t think he wants to be caught and anyway…”

Don‘t go there, Flavia thought.

”We can sort it all out later. First things first. You know that nice chubby man who watched you fucking yesterday from his balcony across the alley? Yes, the one with the Ferrari who fucked the girl after you and Red were done. Well, it turns out he’s a gynaecologist and I’ve been thinking what with all the new things you’ve been doing this week and might be doing Saturday, we should get you examined. Just as a precaution to make sure everything is OK down there.”

Maybe I should be Mom, Flavia thought, baulking at her coy language. Down there indeed!

”Anyway, I invited Doctor Paul and his sweet young friend over for coffee this morning and…”

The doorbell rang.

”….I expect that’s them now.”

She walked towards the door.

”Are you clean….down there, KittyKat?” Flavia didn’t need to ask if the girl was wearing any underwear.

 

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As Mistress walked away to answer the door, KittyKat allowed a huge grin to spread across her face.

"You‘ll always have a home with me,” she had said. It couldn't be clearer. Mistress had agreed to be her Mom. That's what it meant. There had been other stuff about being with Mr Red for a while, about marrying him or not, about lots of girls wanting him, but what mattered was that Mistress was now her Mom. Sort of. As much as she needed, anyway.

Alone still, KittyKat stood and did a little happy dance, pumping her arms and running on the spot. It wasn't enough. She wanted to shout. Hurrying to the balcony while she still was still on her own, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, not wanting Mistress to hear, not wanting to do anything to upset their new and permanent arrangement. She did her happy dance again, stamping her feet, then faced the alley with arms outstretched and yelled, "YES!" at the top of her voice. She was deliriously happy.

Breathing out a huge sigh, she took control of herself again and went back inside, darting into the bathroom to lift her skirt and wipe her bottom, making sure she was clean and fresh. Feeling around carefully she reckoned she was perfectly okay down there, asshole and cunt as they should be and ready for use. Light makeup still good, hair nicely gathered in a ponytail, she returned to find Mistress bringing the two visitors into the apartment.

KittyKat stood respectfully with feet together, hands behind her back, face slightly lowered, wanting to be the perfect daughter for Mistress, her perfect Mom. She intended that her behaviour be perfect, her speech perfect, her obedience perfect. Her whole world was once again perfect. She wanted it to stay that way. Forever.

 

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Doctor Paul, chubby and balding, in open shirt and chinos, a gold chain swinging at his neck, followed Flavia into the living room. Trailing behind and holding his hand was his niece.

”Veronica,” he said. “My second wife’s sister’s kid, so we’re not really related.” He said it like it was important to get that point across.

”And this is KittyKat,” Flavia said stepping aside as if unveiling the girl to their visitors. The older woman watched closely as Doctor Paul assessed her protege, his eyes travelling up and down her body, his lips parting momentarily.

”That was quite a show you put on for us yesterday, young lady,“ Doctor Paul said.

“And you and Veronica,” Flavia said. The girl smiled broadly. She was taller than her uncle, slender and long limbed. Her tiny denim shorts, more like a belt really, showed off her thighs and firm tummy, including the belly button piercing, to great effect. As did the equally scanty bikini top she was wearing. When she smiled she couldn’t help open her mouth, exposing her white teeth and a gold tongue stud.

“It was the best day ever,” Veronica said, swinging her long blonde hair.

”Why don’t you and KittyKat run off and play,“ Flavia said, “while your uncle and I have a talk.”

”Hey KittyKat,” Veronica said holding out her hand, “why don’t you show me your room.”

The new girl followed KittyKat across the hall and into the second bedroom. Veronica looked at the bed, unslept in, scanning the empty space for any signs of occupation, then slumping onto the mattress and pulling KittyKat down with her.

”You don’t really sleep in here, do you honey? So I guess you’re really a lesbian. I haven’t fucked a woman yet. But Uncle Paul says he wants me to. You will love Uncle Paul. He’s so kind to me. He’s going to buy me a sports car too, so we can both have one. That’s why I let him fuck me. Mommy wasn’t keen at first, but I said I wanted to move in with Uncle Paul after Aunt Linda moved in with her tennis coach. I love fucking Uncle Paul. He’s my first. Can you believe it? I mean I only turned eighteen a month ago and we fuck every day. He’s so big, he just fills me up. Look what he gave me to celebrate our one month anniversary.”

Veronica stood, unbuttoned her denim shorts and slid them to the ground, followed by the white lace thong, then threw herself back onto the bed and opened her legs.

”It‘s a clitoris piercing,” she said, pulling her pussy lips apart to give KittyKat a better view. “I love it. It’s real gold. You can touch it if you want. Uncle Paul says if I’m good and I make him happy he’s going to get my labia done. Have you got a piercing? Show me.”

 

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KittyKat looked at Veronica's pretty pussy, admiring the piercing as well as the lovely pink flesh it was adorning.

"It's really pretty," she commented, glancing up to smile into the young woman's eyes, "but I don't think I'll be getting any piercings or tatts. They might get in the way of my video work?" She looked again at the clit ornament and gently toyed with it. Now that she was presented with a chance to be sexual of her own free will with another person, KittyKat discovered that she was shy. It shocked her. She could strip naked, fuck, suck, whatever on film or at the command of another person, but privately she didn't know what to do. She didn't understand the rules. The social rules. She didn't know how to take responsibility for her own sexuality.

It was different with Mistress. KittyKat was in love with Mistress. Everything was natural with her. Not knowing what else to do, KittyKat continued playing gently with Veronica's clit piercing, with her hood and clitoris, then her furrow between the as-yet-undecorated labia, feeling the moist secretions lubricating the other girl's pussy.

"I'm not really a lesbian," KittyKat continued, "though I am Dr Martinelli's submissive lesbian lover. So I don't know what that makes me in terms of labels. Probably, that I'm free. I've rejected the conventional restrictions and will fuck whoever, wherever, and whenever, so long as it pleases my Mistress. Like you saw yesterday." KittyKat's fingers continued to masturbate Veronica. "My first fuck was my professor, earlier this semester, but I've had a few more since then. I'm glad you enjoy fucking your uncle. Is your tongue piercing to help with giving good blowjobs?"

Just as she was asking, Mistress and the Doctor appeared in the doorway, with Mistress announcing that KittyKat should come through to the other room for her gyno exam. KittyKat reluctantly pulled her sticky fingers from Veronica's cunt and sucked them clean, holding out her other hand towards the young woman to help her up and bring her through.

"Are we going to record this for our video diary?" she asked Mistress, heading for the door.

 

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"I don't think KittyKat likes your anniversary present, Uncle Paul," Veronica said with an exaggerated whine as she walked out of the second bedroom. "Oh, am I on film?"

Flavia stood by the door holding the camera. She'd taken an instant dislike to Veronica, not least because the girl was an airhead and a gold digger.

"KittyKat, like I told you earlier, Doctor Paul has kindly offered to examine you after today's exertions just to make sure you'll be OK for Saturday. It's a very kind offer, He's a proper women's doctor and he's brought his equipment..." she pointed to where the doctor had collected his bag from by the front door... "so he wants you to lie down somewhere."

"I don't suppose you've got stirrups," Doctor Paul asked. "Or a sling?"

Flavia looked askance without having to say no.

"Oh you mean like those funny nooses you make me wear round my ankles when we fuck?" Veronica giggled. Flavia wondered if her uncle was going to suggest she put her denim shorts back on, at least before they left the building. But for the time being the girl was happy to wander round the apartment in just the tiny red bikini top. The older woman watched her saunter onto the balcony, rub her ass on the rail and stretch, hands joined high above her head. She was pleased that KittyKat seemed to be ignoring her compatriot. Doctor Paul, on the other hand, was transfixed.

"So Doctor," Flavia began, "in the absence of any gynaecological devices, where do you suggest KittyKat lie down for your examination. The kitchen table?"

"That'll do nicely," he said, taking his eyes off his niece. "Just find a think blanket to cover it and then, beautiful girl..." he put an arm round KittyKat's waist... "we can get you sorted."

 

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Mistress didn't like the Doctors trophy fuck. It was obvious. Which meant that KittyKat wasn't going to get too close to her either. Unless Mistress ordered her to. Veronica wasn't the type of girl that Katy Cook would have made friends with in school, and there was no reason she could think of why things should change now.

Lying on her back on the covered kitchen table, knees apart and raised with her heels balanced on the edge, KittyKat's mind drifted back to the last time a doctor had examined her, after that time at the club when her stomach had become full to bursting with semen. That had turned out really well with more fucking and sucking under Mistress's direction. She really was the best Mentor. She wasn't sure what to expect this time, though she did wonder about medicine after doing the ass-to-mouth stuff Mr Red had wanted on film.

Anyway, it wasn't for her to worry about. The grownups would deal with everything that was necessary.

 

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Flavia watched on as KittyKat adopted the position, so to speak, and Doctor Paul examined her. Quite what Veronica was up to, the older woman couldn't tell. The girl continued to wander about dressed in only her red bikini top, picking up and then putting down the ornaments on Flavia's mantlepiece, examining a vase of flowers, running her fingers along a line of books on a shelf. She was obviously bored, although showed little interest in what her mentor was doing to Flavia's protege.

"Knees apart," Doctor Paul said. "Lovely."

The older man reached into his bag, extracted a pair of white plastic gloves and snapped them onto his hands.

"Protocol," he said, looking around as if someone might object. "Seems fucking silly when we know what you young girls put inside your holes, but hey, rules are rules. Now...." He leaned over, placed his head up close to KittyKat's exposed cunt, adjusted his glasses and placed his fingers either side of her pussy, gently peeling back her skin folds.

"So nicely intact. Just as nature intended. Not a porn pussy at all. And you are red. And stretched. You were fisted this morning, yeah?"

He smiled wickedly as he slipped his gloved fingers inside her vagina and felt around.

"Does that hurt?"