Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[AndreaSubbie]

"No, Doctor, it's fine. Yes, I was cunt-fisted, and then double ass-fucked, two cocks at the same time up my bum but in three positions, then ass-fucked again. And I sucked cock, too, but straight from my bum so I don't know if I need any shots?"

KittyKat had reached for Mistress's hand while answering, and now glanced up at her Mentor, lover, idol. Yes, she really would do anything for Mistress, even live for a while in Mr Red's house as his personal fuck doll. As long as she belonged to Mistress. Forever.

She didn't know what the Doc meant by a porn pussy, but was pleased that he seemed to like hers, as she reclined knees apart, girly bits on show to everyone in the room.

"So my pussy is ok then? Still pretty? It needs to be pretty for Saturday, and ready for more loving; and my bum hole, too. And my mouth. I expect I'll get fucked in all holes?" Again she looked up at Mistress, both to confirm that she was correct and also to check that she wasn't speaking out of turn. The last thing she wanted was to upset Mistress. The memory still fresh of her earlier terror at the thought of Mistress sending her away.

"So what do you reckon, Doc?"

KittyKat held her lower lip between her teeth, waiting for the medical verdict.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia held tight to KittyKat's hand. It was nice that the girl sought the reassurance of touch so frequently. And yet her protege's language surprised her. When she'd first set eyes on the girl, it was her youth, her freshness, her unspoiled naivete which stood out, which impressed her, and which the older woman knew would be the girl's standout feature as a performer. Put KittyKat in a party frock and cross her legs, get her to smile in that sweet way, convince the viewers that butter wouldn't melt in this virgin's mouth, so that when she opened her legs the contrast would push them over the edge.

Yet here she was talking to the doctor about being cunt-fisted and double ass-fucked and asking for shots with no more nuance or demureness than as if she was pumping gas. 'So what do you reckon, Doc?'

"You are pretty," Flavia said, speaking over the doctor.

"Yes," he said, "and you just need to take it easy for the rest of the week. I'll give you some cream. Use it liberally, inside and out, all around your holes. And I'm going to take some blood. I think I need to see you regularly if you're going to...ahem...embark on this career."

"So no fucking for the rest of the week, doctor?" Flavia asked, although she agreed it was probably sensible.

"Not anal or vaginal," he said. "She's very raw, very stressed. I think her mouth is fine. Just keep rinsing. And no allergies?"

"Allergies?" Flavia queried. "Like what?"

"Semen," the doctor said. "Some people react to the ingestion of semen, especially in what shall we call it...industrial quantities. Do you like semen, KittyKat?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat bit her lip harder.

Something was wrong.

She'd fucked up. Again. She could tell. Mistress wasn't proud of her.

She didn't know what she'd done wrong, but it could only be the talking. She must be talking too much. Again.

Oh, Mistress was being lovely and supportive and loving and concerned. And the way she held KittyKat's hand let the young woman know that she was loved. But it was obvious that somehow KittyKat had let her Mistress down. She lowered her eyes, too ashamed and upset to look at the doctor or Mistress, and merely nodded to acknowledge the question and answer it.

She wanted to cry. To curl up into a little ball in Mistress's lap, naked, and cry and be consoled and forgiven. Perhaps it would be better to go live with Mr Red, where she could no longer be a disappointment to Mistress. But then she'd just pine for Mistress and probably fade away to nothing in a heartbroken starvation of emotional desolation, withering without the presence of her inspiration, her love, her life.

KittyKat knew that she had it bad, and that her need of Mistress would drive her away if she ever found out. A woman of such sophistication and education, of style and presence, who could have anyone she wanted as a companion; such a woman would surely be repulsed by the infantile crush of a juvenile ignoramus barely out of adolescence. If she ever found out.

Blinking hard to extinguish the prickling tears of shame at being a disappointment, KittyKat tried a brave smile and looked up again at the doctor, squeezing Mistress's hand as if by sheer force she could prevent herself from being sent away or letting down her mentor ever again.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia waited for KittyKat to reply to the doctor. The girl gripped her hand tightly, so hard that something was wrong. The doctor's questions and probing seemed normal. Veronica was a fucking nuisance, but at least she'd shut up for a few minutes which probably meant she was going through the drawers or posing half naked on the balcony.

"Do you like semen, honey," Flavia repeated. "The doctor wants to know."

Semen allergy. Who'd have thought? Some girls gagged, of course. And boys. But Flavia had always assumed that just meant they'd swallowed too much. There was an art to swallowing semen. Too much too quickly and you felt like you were drowning in custard. And porn makers didn't usually want it swallowed anyway. They wanted it gargled and displayed, regurgitated and spat, swapped while kissing the other actors, pooled on the tongue, anywhere but down the throat. That might be the final destination, but final was the operative word.

But sometimes, especially if the guy came deep in your mouth, into the top of your throat, or even deeper, it was impossible to bring his seed back up. Sometimes it just went down.

Flavia realized KittyKat was having another episode. Another moment of doubt maybe. Nerves. Just the idea that semen might be bad for you after so much discomfort from the double anal and the fisting and Veronica blathering on and then Doctor Paul putting his hands inside her without any sensuality, might be too much. This life was stressful. Maybe she had performance anxiety. Maybe she wanted her mother. Flavia wondered about KittyKat's mother whom the girl had never mentioned. She stroked KittyKat's cheek and hair with her other hand. KittyKat's mother. And father. What was their story?

"I think I can say with confidence that KittyKat likes semen, Doctor Paul," the older woman said. "Maybe you should take some blood, leave the cream and maybe some tablets for pain relief or to help her sleep, and we can call it a day. When we're both feeling less tired we'll have you and Veronica back again. It would be nice to get to you know you better."

She almost said that KittyKat and Veronica could be friends, but it seemed unlikely. Although it crossed her mind that she might need a fluffer on Saturday at the biker bar and Veronica was almost tolerable when she stopped talking.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat gulped back the tears, knowing that she was making everything worse. Not only had she talked too much, but she'd also somehow letMistress know that she was upset. And being upset, she'd been unable to give the answer when Mistress commanded her. She'd messed up again, doing that, making everything worse. Mistress would hate her and send her away to Mr Red forever and she'd never be allowed back and everything would be ruined and if only Mistress would tell her she was forgiven and could stay.

But Mistress had already said all that. KittyKat got a grip of herself and relaxed her grip on Mistress's hand. But only a little. She nestled her cheek into where Mistress was stroking her, and for a moment imagined that she was a pussycat, not just KittyKat, with cat ears on a headband, and a cat tail maybe on a plug, and a cat collar with a little bell, and she could be Mistress's little pet. Except she was pretty sure Mistress wasn't into that.

KittyKat shook herself a little, shrugging off the terrible incapacitating insecurity that seemed to keep creeping up on her. She had been expected to vocally answer the Doctor, and she didn't want to appear rude.

"I'm sorry, the answer is yes, Mistress is correct of course, yes, I like semen and don't have any obvious reaction to it. I'm pretty sure I'm not allergic to semen." She hoped the Prof would have been proud of the way she explicitly answered the question without using too many words, though he probably would have wanted her to use more sexually explicit terms like spunk and talk of blowjobs and fucking. KittyKat felt very vulnerable, like being in a contest where she didn't understand the rules, didn't know quite what was expected of her, where Mistress was the one to please and failure was to be kicked out. KittyKat knew that her deepest fears were very real.

If only Mistress would adopt her and become her legal Mom. But she couldn't ask again for fear of driving away the one person she needed more than any other.

Suddenly KittyKat realised that she was probably supposed to be a good hostess and take care of their guest, the guest who was generously giving his time and expertise to examine and treat her.

"Um, maybe we should do a little test? To confirm that I'm not allergic to semen?" She glanced from the Doctor to Mistress and back to the Doctor, hoping that she'd guessed correctly and was being a good daughter to her Mom.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia could feel KittyKat’s pain. She didn’t understand everything. The girl brought so much baggage with her. But she‘d won a scholarship, fucked the Professor, fucked Friedrich, fucked the boys in the film class, gone with Flavia to the adult store and the night club and fucked with complete abandon, not to mention the cab driver and then Red, and nearly all of it in public or on film or livestreamed. And at 18, a virgin Flavia guessed when it all began a few short weeks ago. KittyKat was driven, but by what? Something absent in her life? Ambition? Love or the pursuit of love? For a mature woman in a position of authority and almost in a parental situation, albeit one where they’d fucked…ahem…Flavia considered her own experiences losing her virginity, leaving home, falling on hard times and using her body to get by, then being auditioned and filmed, and then becoming an academic, until now…..what? What did it all tell her about KittyKat? About life? About yesterday, today and tomorrow? What…..

And then KittyKat was coming out of her funk and taking charge of the situation again, like Flavia knew she would. Proposing a test for semen allergy. Saying it then looking around for confirmation.

”You are a clever girl,“ Flavia said. “Yes doctor, let’s do the test. But then, that’s what you had in mind all along, isn’t it?”

The older woman looked hard at Doctor Paul. His face gave little away, but he was already tenting his trousers at the thought of having his cock sucked by KittyKat and coming in her mouth. In the interests of science, of course.

Doctor Paul unzipped his trousers. His cock, not big but hard and red, popped out.

”Just lean back, KittyKat,” he said, “with your head over the edge of the table and we’ll see about this possible allergy of yours.“

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As soon as Mistress said, you are a clever girl, KittyKat grinned with relief and gratitude and possibly a little triumph. She had finally got something right. Mistress was pleased with her. KittyKat had correctly read the grownup situation, had responded as required, had made the offer of hospitality like a good daughter and hostess, had behaved just like the grownups wanted by offering to suck off the kind doctor.

She gave Mistress a final squeeze of the hand, a kind of thank you and I understand and I want to please you and anything you want, and settled herself on the table after scooting round so that the Doctor didn't have to move. She lay on her back, head hanging over the table edge, mouth open and available to the waiting cock. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Veronica had returned and was watching, which made KittyKat determined to give the doctor a better blowjob than he'd ever received from his niece.

It seemed important that KittyKat be the most desirable cocksucker around, for her own sense of achievement, for her self-esteem, for the honour of the Prof's scholarship programme, and to make Mistress proud. If she did a really good job of sucking off the doc it might make up for her earlier failings, might make Mistress know how much she loved her little girl, her pussycat, her KittyKat.

And KittyKat needed Mitsress's love.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia watched as her protege bent her head back until she was looking directly at the doctor’s engorged cock, then opened her mouth. Doctor Paul seemed transfixed by the target before him and simply slipped his cock between KittyKat’s lips. As far as blowjobs went, Flavia mused, it was as mechanical and by the book as she could imagine. Man gets hard, girl opens mouth, man inserts cock, girl sucks. Who said poetry is dead, she thought, smiling openly. It was all just so banal, dirty and natural.

Except for Veronica, of course. The other eighteen year old in the room, still naked but for her red bikini top, buzzed about like a trapped bee, looking first at KittyKat as if to say that’s my job, and then at her Uncle Paul as if to say exactly the same thing, which as far as Flavia was concerned, summed up Veronica’s full range.

And then in a moment of abject surrender, Veronica perched against the edge of the table where KittyKat’s head was bobbing on the end of her uncle’s cock, spread her legs and ostentatiously began playing with the clit ring, moaning with all the real emotion of a daytime soap star.

Flavia simply folded her arms and leaned against the wall, enjoying the view.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat couldn't see much apart from the Doc's balls, but she could just see Mistress. And she was smiling. Mistress was happy. Happy with KittyKat. Which meant that KittyKat must be giving an excellent blowjob. But she could do even better.

Moving one hand she cupped the Doc's balls and gently played with them while sucking on his cock, extending one finger to slide into his asshole, a little experiment that she'd heard could enhance a guy's blowjob experience. Her other hand sneaked under and between Veronica's naked thighs and blindly reached for her precious clit ring. Finding it, she toyed with it, trying to stimulate the girl.KittyKat wanted to rub Veonica's nose in her superior sex skills, even if that didn't literally make any sense.

KittyKat was now fully stretched in a sexual sense, sucking, being face fucked, ball playing, ass poking, and clit massaging. Mouth, tongue, hand, finger, other hand. It was a bit like juggling. She hoped for a couple of orgasms soon to take the pressure off her.

 

[ericrodman101]

"She's a very dexterous and inventive cocksucker," Doctor Paul said to Flavia, placing his hands either side of KittyKat's head in order to thrust into her mouth harder. "And upside down too. Sort of the Ginger Rogers of cocksucking." He laughed. "You know, everything that Fred did but backwards in high heels."

Flavia let the doctor prattle. She was just as much in awe of Kittykat, lying on her back, taking the doctor in her mouth and fiddling with Veronica's clit jewelry at the same time.

"I'm a sort of connoisseur," he said.

Flavia stifled a laugh.

"I like to study the way young women suck cock. Do they take the lead? Do they wait to be asked? Can they do two things at once? How much tongue? Teeth? Lips?" He looked down at KittyKat. "Points to you, KittyKat," he said. "Veronica is very good too."

His niece stood up straight, disengaging from KittyKat's hand, and turned to face him.

"You said I was the best darn cocksucker you ever had," she said, hands on hips, pouting angrily.

"Well, yes, honey. You're both very good. You and...hmmm...KittyKat."

The doctor caught his breath and stopped thrusting, simply holding KittyKat's head tight against his groin, her nose against his balls, as if he might be approaching orgasm and wanted to prolong his cumming.

"Let's see if she has a gag reflex," he said, recovering slightly.

"You said I had the most controlled gag reflex you ever had, Uncle Paul," Veronica said in a whiney voice.

"Well, yes, I did....but...well, you'd smoked a lot of pot and....and KittyKat here is sucking me....stone....cold....sober."

The doctor adjusted his feet, stepped back slightly, then re-commenced thrusting, long and deep into Kittykat's upside down mouth. Flavia didn't need to count to ten before he stopped again, tensed his legs, made one last deep thrust and came in the eighteen year old's mouth.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was all KittyKat could do to accept and swallow the Doc's cum without spilling or dribbling. Considering he'd had his balls sucked dry the day before, she was a little surprised at the volume of spunk he was able to shoot into her mouth and throat.

But KittyKat was up to the challenge, spurred on by hearing the Doc basically admit that she was a better cocksucker than Veronica. The fact that the girl moved off KittyKat's fingering, the very thing she'd seemed to want so much, showed how put out she was. KittyKat had out-blowjobbed Veronica, and Veronica knew it.

But hanging upside down with a mouth full of cock and throat full of cum, and with a pair of balls hanging by your nose and eyes wasn't exactly the best position for crowing or celebrating success. If only she could see Mistress and know if she was pleased with her little protege's performance. For now, it was enough for KittyKat to make her performance appear to be effortless. That would honour Mistress, please the Doc, show KittyKat to be a good polite obedient hostess for her 'Mom', and make Veronica jealous.

Wins on all fronts.

KittyKat rose as gracefully as she could from the table, dabbing her lips as if she'd just enjoyed a delicious meal in well-mannered company, and said, "Thank you, Doctor, that was lovely. And for the examination and allergy test, too." She watched Mistress from the corner of her eye.

 

[ericrodman101]

“Yes,” Doctor Paul said. ”Lovely. But I’ll need to do that once a day for the rest of the week if we’re going to test you for allergies. I can come to you or you to me. And you have to promise me you won‘t take any other men in your mouth. Just me until Saturday.“

Flavia watched the doctor smiling to himself as he zipped up his trousers. Allergy testing. Why had she never heard of this before? KittyKat was looking up at her as if to ask for advice or confirmation.

”Good girl, Kat,” she said. “I mean KittyKat…no…why not? Kat is such a nice nickname, don’t you think Doctor?”

”So no vaginal, no anal, no oral except for me,” Doctor Paul said. “Will you remember that? Or do I need to write it down?”

”I think we might remember that, doctor,” Flavia said trying to sound as sarcastic as she could without being impolite. “Shall we say same time tomorrow?”

The doctor appeared finished and ready to leave, so she wondered why Veronica made no attempt to get dressed, but just seemed to linger.

”But Uncle Paul,” Veronica wailed. “What about me?”

“Hmm,” the doctor said. “That’s a point. Now that I’ve cum and will have to save myself so I can cum in your new friend’s mouth every day this week, I won’t be able to service your needs, Veronica. What should we do?”

Veronica looked round the room from one face to the next, a hand straying down to her groin.

”Well,” she began, “I don’t want to miss out, so maybe KittyKat will take care of me. It’s not as if I’m going to upset the rules about cumming in her mouth.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat looked again to Mistress, ready as always to do whatever would please her, whatever would continue to earn Mistress's love. She'd earned a good girl, and a new nickname, pet name. Kat. She loved it and had felt a flush of pleasure pour through her at such a wonderful reward. It brought to mind again images of the cat-ear headband, cat-tail butt plug, of being Mistress's pussycat pet curled at Mistress's feet nude. But Mistress wouldn't like it, though.

However, it looked like there was some pussy eating to be done. Veronica was left out. Unsated. Rejected by her uncle for KittyKat. Her uncle was saving all his sperm just for KittyKat. No one else. She would get it all. Every drop of cum his balls could make for the rest of the week. It made her feel special.

But there was a job to do.

KittyKat took Veronica by the hand and had her perch open-legged on the edge of the same table she herself had just been lying on. Then kneeling down between the splayed thighs she started to lick the pretty pussy that was so nicely decorated with its clit ring. KittyKat used her tongue to soften up the clit hood and tease the bud inside, using the ring for its intended purpose of adding extra stimulation to that love button, and then added fingers to probe the girl's love tunnel, finger fucking, curling every so often to that yummy rough patch inside, building the tension, the need, the rewards, backing off, renewing the pleasure, higher and higher, backing off, more pleasure, towards the edge, not over, not yet, drawing out the moment, making her want it, need it, demand it, cry out for it, be desperate for it ... and only then send her over into a body draining orgasm.

KittyKat's face was drenched in girl-cum. She licked her fingers clean and stood, looking immediately to Mistress for approval. She hoped that she'd done okay. That's all she needed. To know that Mistress was pleased with her.

 

[ericrodman101]

My oh my. Flavia nodded and smiled with as much subtlety as she could muster, hoping she was giving KittyKat the right feedback without going over the top. Veronica had cried out as she orgasmed around the other girl’s tongue, gripping the table, shutting her eyes, throwing her head back. It was beautiful to watch.

Doctor Paul was no less impressed. Flavia watched as his hand went back to his groin. He’d pretty admitted he was a once a day guy, but the older man rubbed his crotch vigorously.

KittyKat stayed on her knees, pussy juice running down her chin, licking her lips, sucking her fingers, eyes on her mentor.

Veronica took the longest to recover. She stretched one more time onto the tips of her toes, let out an almighty ‘fuck’ then opened her eyes and looked around stunned.

“Good job, honey,” Doctor Paul said without making it obvious to whom he was referring.

Flavia smiled again at KittyKat then walked across to Veronica. The older woman ran a finger down the eighteen year old’s naked torso to her cunt before rubbing the tip round her damp folds and then raising it to the girl’s mouth.

”Why don’t you clean yourself up, darling,” she said, pushing Veronica towards the bathroom. Doctor Paul followed after a moment, telling anyone who was listening he had to piss.

”You served her beautifully, my darling Kat,” Flavia said. “Our hot little Veronica won’t have had an orgasm like that before or since, specially not from Mr Chubby Uncle.”

KittyKat made to stand and Flavia assisted her with a hand under her arm. The older woman pulled the girl in close and kissed her mouth.

”Let me help you get that mess off your face, but not too quickly. Yum.”

They stood close together, listening to piss raining into the toilet bowl.

“Beautiful Kat, I‘ve got an idea,” Flavia said. “You’ve got a class and the Professor will want to fuck you, but Doctor Paul says no. So….why don’t you take cute little Veronica along? You can talk and pout and flirt and she can fuck. It’s pretty much all she’s good for and Angus won’t care where his cock goes. What do you say?”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat was put out, now. How dare Veronica take one of her fucks? It was like stealing! But the look in Mistress's eye said that it was her wish. KittyKat changed her frown into something more suitable to reflect her willing obedience.

"Of course, if that's what you'd like, Mom, er, Mistress?" KittyKat felt the moment of fear reflect on her face, fear that Mistress wouldn't be pleased with being called Mom, but managed to smother her insecurity. Instead, she delighted selfishly in hearing how Mistress dismissively described Veronica, and on the compliments she'd got for giving such a dramatic orgasm, and treasured her new nickname.

The kissing and licking and girl-cum sharing had been nice, too.

"After school today, can we have a night in? Will you let me be naked for you? Let me orgasm you?" KittyKat wanted to add that she needed Mistress's attention and love and reassurance, but didn't want to exasperate her Mentor with her little-girl neediness.

She listened to the pissing falter and stop. For a moment, when Mistress had said she had an idea, KittyKat had expected something else.

"I need to change into student clothes, and Veronica will need to put some bottoms on, and maybe a top?"

 

[ericrodman101]

“I can do you too, KittyKat. Eat your pussy. Anytime.”

Veronica hurried alongside her new friend.

”So we’re going to class? Wow. I haven’t been to class since I graduated high school and you know, I came to live with Uncle Paul.”

KittyKat turned into a side street and grabbed at Veronica who went the wrong way.

”I like what you’re wearing,” Veronica said. “Sort of preppy and sexy without…you know…telling everyone you wanna fuck right now.”

She fell behind a little to where she could run her eyes down what the other girl was wearing. My student clothes, KittyKat called them when she came out of the bedroom. Sensible, fitted, expensive looking. But still sexy. Her tits showing through the sweater, her long legs under the swinging skirt. Like some fresh faced virgin, Veronica thought, ready for college and guys and intellectual fucking.

”So I don’t quite get it,” Veronica said a little breathlessly. She tried to keep up, but had only the pair of flip flops on her feet she’d worn when she and Uncle Paul had visited KittyKat and Flavia. And the pair of tiny denim shorts chafed if she ran. They were really only for posing and taking off to expose the thong underneath. Still she’d welcomed the loan of a T shirt to wear over the red bikini top. Veronica wasn’t quite used to wearing the bikini top in the street and certainly not for visiting people she’d never met. The shirt wasn’t really big enough, and the rip at the cleavage was a little revealing, but she liked how it left her taut tummy on display and the navel ring Uncle Paul had given her for their first week anniversary.

”So is that woman you live with your teacher or your aunt or just a friend or what? Uncle Paul said she’s a doctor of something. Not a doctor like he is though I’m guessing even if she did put her finger…down there…like he does.”

KittyKat turned into a long path leading up to the college. Lots of students lay about on the lawns enjoying the long evening. Veronica was half pleased at how what she was wearing captured their attention, and half concerned as well. Maybe it was the T shirt. Or the shorts. Not covering enough. Some colleges were funny like that.

“Is there a dress code, KittyKat? Am I properly dressed for your class?”

Or maybe it was the slogan on the T shirt. She’d thought nothing of it at first. It was just a shirt. But she’d glanced at her reflection in a store window and the four letters on the shirt clearly read SLUT in mirror writing. Slut was one of the words her mother used when she was unhappy, like the time Veronica had got stoned at the party and woken up naked with those boys from the other school she’d never met before.

But there wasn’t time to worry. KittyKat rushed up the stairs into the building. Veronica pulled the T shirt down a little. Slut in mirror writing would have to do, she thought, as KittyKat knocked on a door then opened it and beckoned her new friend inside.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"The woman I live with, Dr Martinelli, is a lecturer here at the University, film studies, and my mentor and lover and hero and I'll do anything, literally anything for her. And here at the Uni, I'm in a special program in her Department but my Major is with Professor Plum, a sort of philosophy, media studies, behavioral psychology flexible individual program.

"And yes, Veronica, there is a very strict dress code and no, you're not properly dressed for class."

Once inside Prof Plum's office, KittyKat closed the door behind them and without hesitation stripped off her sweater and dropped her skirt leaving her in just heels. She took a pair of glasses from her bag and put them on, all of this under the gaze of the old academic sat at his desk. As if it was perfectly normal, she then helped Veronica out of her SLUT t-shirt and bikini top, and tiny shorts and thong so that she, too, was naked. Taking her by the hand, KittyKat led Veronica to the window, facing it, palms against the glass, bent over at the hips, feet well apart. KittyKat looked her neighbour over for a moment, considered, placed two fingers of her left hand in the girl's mouth to wet them, and used the lubricated digits to part Veronica's labia and open her vagina.

Satisfied, KittyKat returned to her bag, got out a notebook and pen, and went to sit in the chair in front of the Professor's desk with one leg elegantly crossed over the other, supporting her open notebook.

"Hello, Professor. For medical reasons my cunt, asshole and mouth are unavailable for fucking just now, so I brought a substitute, Veronica."

KittyKat said no more and looked over to the girl who had taken up the ready position in her place, motioning for her to remain silent, but feeling a pang of jealousy mixed with triumph. On the one hand, it was good to feel superior in a way, but on the other, KittyKat preferred to be the focus of sexual attention. She would be much happier when her week of being exclusively Doc Paul's spunk receptacle was done.

Looking up at the Prof, she waited patiently for the lesson to begin.

 

[ericrodman101]

Professor Angus Plum was feeling down. He’d watched his lovely student, beautiful KittyKat, fisted, then doubled, in the ass for Christ’s sake, in Flavia’s apartment. It was fabulous, of course, sexy as fuck, except he wasn’t doing the fucking. Who the fuck was Red? Some friend of Flavia’s which meant porn colleague he guessed. The guy wasn’t an academic. And then there was Ricky. What to make of Flavia’s Chinese film student. The kid had the most enormous cock but no personality. Maybe he was just shy except that didn’t cut it when the kid had his cock up KittyKat’s ass, alongside Red’s, not three hours ago.

He sat at his desk, hoping against hope that the girl would remember her class and show up. And let him fuck her even after everything she’d endured in front of him today. That was their deal. He fucked her. He taught her. He would make her the star, not Flavia.

Except that the whole slutification project seemed to have gone off the rails. Or gone over to Flavia. For a brief moment as he sat in silence the Professor even wondered if it was all worth while. Maybe it was time to retire. Time to spend his days with Mrs Plum. What did his wife do all day, he wondered. What indeed….and then he heard the knock on the door.

…………………….

Veronica stood palms against the glass looking out into the night. She’d heard what KittyKat said, about Dr Martinelli, about the Professor, about the dress code, about her class. About being her substitute. Her fuck substitute.

And she‘d let KittyKat undress her and pose her like this and open her up with her fingers. Open her up down there. Why did she let her new friend do it? Why not? Standing here in the window of the college, looking down onto the lawns where students walked or lounged or lay together, none looking up at her, seemed….well not normal, but somehow OK. Appropriate. Allowable. Isn’t this what people in colleges did? Crazy, weird, anti-establishment stuff. Her parents said colleges were dens of iniquity, whatever that meant.

And yet she wasn’t comfortable? Was she meant to stand naked looking out for the whole lesson? Or until someone told her to stop or turn around or get dressed. And KittyKat was naked too…. Veronica had so many questions that none of them quite formed into sentences in her head. And just as something might have been forming and she felt an urge to speak, she felt a hand on the side of her head, then bony fingers like Uncle Paul’s in her mouth, opening her up to make room for her lacy thong which was jammed tightly inside.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Veronica was fidgeting, probably uncertain about what was happening and what she was supposed to do. KittyKat shushed her and returned her attention to the Prof who seemed to be deep in thought.

At first, when the two girls had arrived, he had seemed relieved or pleased or both, but after that initial response, he had been difficult to read. Probably either Great Thoughts were germinating in his brilliant brain, or he was thrown off track because the lesson wasn't exactly starting the way he intended. Or something else entirely. He was the Prof. Katy didn't expect to always understand or be able to anticipate him. That's why she was just the student.

But after a moment's hesitation, he rose from his desk and began his lesson introduction pretty much like normal. Katy didn't have much to say. Her job was to listen, take notes, learn, and try to work out how to apply The Project, answering questions only if asked directly, and then in the most economical choice of words. The Prof didn't need any considered responses from her. Instead, he moved away from his desk and towards the far end of the room, retrieving Veronica's tiny thong from the floor as if tidying up absent-mindedly, wandering back and tucking the stray garment out of sight. In Veronica's mouth.

Katy watched, listened, and took notes, letting the lesson continue just like normal. With his hands now free, the Prof undid his trousers and released his erection, stroked it a few times to ensure its rigidity, considered the choice of available holes, and thrust his old cock into Veronica from behind, all the while continuing to develop his lesson theme uninterrupted.

It was a hard, urgent, rough fuck with no consideration given to the girl on the receiving end. In fact, it looked to Katy as if the Prof was almost unaware of Veronica's presence despite her protests and struggles, simply the existence of an available hole for him to fuck because that's what he did at the start of their lessons. The Prof was strong and rough enough to hold Veronica in place and he fucked and talked and fucked and lectured and fucked. It was a sort of physical declaration of his philosophy of freedom, a demonstration of the fulfillment of his ideas. An expression of his ideal. That was what Katy wrote in her notes and what she'd put in her next essay.

And although Katy knew that it should be her, as KittyKat, getting fucked, without resisting, the look of surprise and torment on Veronica's face was a priceless compensation for the pang of jealousy Katy felt.

A satisfactory start to the lesson.

 

[ericrodman101]

He got it. She got it. He got that she got it. Jesus! The Professor fucked the girl, first vaginally then anally, unlubricated except for whatever juices she herself excreted during the encounter, her own thong shoved in her mouth, in front of KittyKat. What a clever girl his student was. The more he went over it in his head the crazier it got. A substitute. Because she wasn’t available to fuck him.

KittyKat, his student, turned up with a substitute. Fuck! Did she have a name? He couldn’t remember if KittyKat told him, sitting here still naked in his office, his flaccid cock glazed with the girl’s ass juice and his cum.

Her name was unnecessary. KittyKat understood. She didn’t need a name, just holes for him to fill and enjoy. He fucked the girl while he lectured and KittyKat looked on and the girl struggled and moaned around the thong. She was beautiful. Available. He did it. She let him. KittyKat let him. The world let him. The girl was his to fuck however he liked.

The girl was very pretty. Eighteen like KittyKat he guessed. Slender and young and smooth and warm. She sure did struggle though, as if she didn’t understand the bargain he had with KittyKat. The bargain the girl was upholding.

She was so tight. She stood in the window, not turning around, just as KittyKat had posed her. He was hard. He almost struggled himself to release his cock, so hard inside his trousers. Her thong lay on the floor. He didn’t want any noise, whatever she understood about his bargain with KittyKat. It was the only precaution he took. No condom. No lube. No locking the door. Just the thong in case….well in case she screamed too loudly.

He shoved the thong in her mouth, then held her head and bent her backwards until he could almost see her face, and her cunt was available to him. He pushed himself into her cunt. Hard. She was tight. Lots of friction. He had to push, holding her so tight, his body slamming into hers, until he was deep, so deep inside her.

But he wanted anal. Her ass was tight. Tighter. Now she struggled. The Professor shoved her against his desk, bent her over, opened her legs to expose her star. Her flower. He wanted to kiss her there but she was struggling too much. Put his fingers inside her, open her up, then his cock head. So tight, so rough. She never got the thong out of her mouth even as he imagined her trying to spit it out, throwing her head from side to side, kicking, moaning.

He came inside her, holding himself onto her, into her, deep. He could picture his cock head hard up inside her, the eye opening, the semen spraying into her, pumping and spurting, her kicking and bucking, pushing her head down harder onto the desk.

He couldn’t remember speaking, crying out when he orgasmed. Only the delight, the pleasure, the power, not just from taking her, filling her with cock and his seed, but breaking her, making her his in every way, a fucktoy, a doll, a nameless device to rape for his pleasure.

And when he was done and he’d backed away from her ass and his cock swung in the air, KittyKat had closed her notebook, put it with her pen in her bag, uncrossed her legs, stood and removed the thong from the girl’s mouth, then helped her dress, first the thong, then the tiny little denim shorts, then the T shirt which said SLUT in mirror writing.

He waited for her to scream, but she didn’t.

And then as they left, the girl sobbing quietly as KittyKat helped her walk to the door, his student had addressed her friend by name. Something beginning with V or B. The Professor had already forgotten.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat held Veronica's hand all the way home. She didn't ask the girl if she was okay, or even what was wrong. Those would be stupid questions, and despite being a bit backward, KittyKat knew at least that much.

The Prof had been unnecessarily rough. Veronica would almost certainly have consented to be fucked if she'd been asked. But she wasn't asked. That was partly KittyKat's fault, she knew, because she'd presented Veronica as her fuck-substitute but hadn't warned the poor girl about what was expected of her. But the Prof should have found out for himself. KittyKat couldn't be held responsible as an 18-year-old student for the behaviour of her grownup Professor.

But she did feel partly responsible.

"So that's what lessons are like. Normally it would be me getting the Prof's physical attention, but since your Uncle Paul insisted on exclusive rights to giving me sperm and using my holes, well, that was the result. I thought you did very well. You got the Prof really hard. He enjoyed fucking you a lot. I expect your uncle will have some creams or stuff to soothe your asshole. It's a good thing he's a doctor; a medical one."

KittyKat chatted to Veronica the whole way, trying to make her feel a bit better about the brutal experience if such a thing was possible, but once she got home she told Mistress all about it, leaving nothing out. She made no judgements, simply recounted what had happened in detail. She needed to know Mistress's opinion before she formed her own.

She also needed to make love with Mistress. Kat had her own sexual needs, but even more, she needed Mistress to still love her and want her, and one thing Kat was becoming good at was making Mistress cum with a draining, satisfying, gourmet orgasm. It was her best way of earning the love and affection she craved. And love was always earned. That's what her parents had taught her. And she hadn't really quite met their expectations.

Mistress, on the other hand, seemed to appreciate that she tried, and gave her so many opportunities. If only Mistress would adopt her. Perhaps if she gave Mistress an extra special yummity scrummy orgasm, they'd be a step closer, KittyKat thought as she burrowed between her lover's legs, caressing and licking and probing and teasing. It was a far better performance than she'd ever given before, and the young woman ignored her own wants to give Mistress a succession of peaks, each higher than the last yet not bringing completion, higher then retreating, then forward again, over and over, until Mistress was almost out of her mind with need and want and desperation, the final crashing orgasm like an earthquake.

KittyKat was exhausted and could only guess at the state her lover, idol, crush was in. Face smeared with Mistress's love juices, KittyKat grinned to herself as she snuggled in, their naked bodies entwined in a perfect fit.

"I love you," she whispered, her hand cupping one of Mistress's breasts, the nipple gently trapped between two fingers.

 

[ericrodman101]

What to do about KittyKat? And Angus? And Veronica? SHIT!

Flavia lay in the dark, her protege's palm still cupping her bare breast, and no doubt the girl's face still smeared with pussy juice. If there was one thing KittyKat did especially well it was eat pussy. It hadn't been the older woman's expectation when she began this liaison that she'd end up with a teenage bed partner, but looking back, it somehow seemed inevitable and if nothing else, was the bonus, the cherry on top.

But KittyKat was Angus's project despite everything she'd said to her colleague, and to the girl. Might Veronica substitute in that as well?

Veronica. Try as she might after hearing KittyKat's tale, Flavia had little if any sympathy for Veronica. The girl was an annoying, prattling, brainless slut. So what if the Professor raped her? What the fuck was her Uncle Paul doing if not rape?

KittyKat stirred slightly. Flavia let the girl's hand fall into the bedding. Across the alley she wondered for a moment what Veronica had said to her uncle about her evening at class with KittyKat. Anything at all? The whole story? Would the doctor even care beyond his access to sex with his niece? And even in that quarter he'd committed himself to fucking KittyKat's mouth for the rest of the week to enable the allergy testing. Was that even a thing, Flavia wondered or was the good doctor just making up a story to vary his regular fuck routine? She made a mental note to google 'semen allergy' in the morning.

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

Professor Angus Plum lay awake, his wife snoring alongside. What was the girl's name? And why did he care? Would she be back tomorrow with KittyKat for class? That's why he cared. And not tomorrow. He glanced at the clock. Today. He wanted the girl again. He wanted to look her in the eyes while he fucked her this time. While he raped her. Rape....it was a strong word. But he knew what it meant. He was an educated man, for fuck's sake. And as he lay in the dark, his cock stirred at just the thought of the word. And of the girl. Of doing it to her all over again. With KittyKat in the room. Sexy, restrained Kittykat looking for all the world like some preppy call girl, legs crossed, hint of an ambivalent smile on her face, taking notes like she was a medical student studying...well, rape, in real time with real people. Raping. He reached down under the sheet and felt his cock. Hard for the second time today. The old guy's hard again, he thought, smiling. Do I beat one out, he thought, or do I save myself for the girl? Too late. He gripped himself tightly, forgetting that the effort to cum might wake his wife. Fuck you! He glanced at her sleeping body, imagining her falling from the balcony or being hit by a car or drowning at the beach. While he fucked the girl on the sand, puncturing her sweet ass with his grandaddy cock and she squirmed and squealed where no one could hear her over the waves and his screaming, drowning wife. He came in his hands, too soon, cum streaming between his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

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

Veronica lifted her mouth from Uncle Paul's cock. She knew he wouldn't cum twice today, but it was their routine. And she wanted something to suck on. To take her mind off what had happened. But his cock stayed soft. Was he snoring?

"Uncle Paul, Uncle Paul," she whispered. "He raped me, Uncle Paul. KittyKat's tutor. The Professor. It hurt, Uncle Paul. My butt, my vagina. He put my thong in my mouth and raped me, Uncle Paul. And she just watched like it was normal. Like she wanted him to rape me. Uncle Paul..."

Her uncle slept soundly. Veronica rolled away and gazed out the window. Was KittyKat sleeping across the alley? With that old lesbian? Did they eat each other out? Peg each other? She reached down and found her clit piercing with her fingers, twisting slowly. She was still sore from the assault. Sore, but strangely aroused. Uncle Paul had said something about KittyKat being ready for a gangbang on Saturday. Lots of guys, yeah? On film. Is that what her new friend and the lesbian did? And the Professor? And the red haired tattooed guy and the skinny Chinese boy? Fucked on film? Fuck!

Veronica opened her legs a little more so she could play with herself properly. What was it like to fuck on film? Did you need acting lessons? Surely not. It was just fucking. Everyone could do that.

She was wet now so she stuck a finger inside her vagina. It was raw, but not unbearable. Maybe the Professor hadn't been as rough when he fucked her cunt as when he fucked her ass.

I'll ask KittyKat about it tomorrow, she thought. About fucking on film. Whether she'll let me watch or maybe join in. Before she goes to class. When Uncle Paul fucks her mouth for the allergy test. I'll ask her then and maybe the lesbian.

She stuck the wet finger in her mouth and tasted her cunt juices, then put it back on her piercing. Fuck you, Professor, she thought, or maybe out loud in the dark. Fuck you and your old cock. Fuck....and yet thinking about being raped by the old man aroused her for some inexplicable reason and she brought herself suddenly to the orgasm she hadn't enjoyed during the class, her ass bouncing a little on the mattress. Uncle Paul slept on.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Kat woke up smiling. She always did when in bed with Mistress. Especially after a wonderful love-making. And it had been wonderful. And hopefully was helping make Mistress love her. She snuggled closer into her naked lover but still managed to slip a hand between her own legs for a gentle but necessary diddle. She adored orgasming while with Mistress, loved Mistress watching her orgasm. Or just watching her fuck, or suck, or eat pussy. She just loved Mistress, and knew that performing sex pleased her Mentor and would make her love her little Kat. Which was all she wanted.

But today there was another class. Would Veronica come too? Would she be there for Doc Paul's generous testing of KittyKat for sperm allergies? Was he going to fuck her mouth or her pussy, today? Did Veronica like watching it or was she jealous? Kat was 99% certain the sperm allergy thing was complete nonsense but she didn't mind. Apart from Veronica taking her fucks. Kat loved being the centre of attention and didn't yield it without some resentment.

But today was a college day. If Veronica did come, at least she'd know what to expect. And coming to class would be giving her consent to sex, in a way. If she didn't, would the Prof be content to jerk off? Perhaps they could watch a Sophia porn vid together while he emptied hods balls and taught?

Kat's hand movements were becoming frantic as she masturbated, images of the Prof cumming to a Sophia vid changing to the Prof and hundreds of men cumming to KittyKat's biker porn vid. She'd love that, having hundreds of men ejaculate to images of her being fucked. Or just to images of her. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia dreamed. Nothing was clear. It never was when she dreamed. She felt aroused. Unsettled. It was sign of so much happening in her life. So many new and unexpected twists. Of wanting things for herself. And her daughter. Daughter? That didn't seem right. In her dreams she had a daughter. The father was somebody she couldn't visualize. But the daughter was like her mother. Young. Nubile. Sexualized. An adult now, but only just. They were on a boat together. A yacht. The Adriatic maybe where Flavia went as a young woman. The captain was her sugardaddy, her uncle. She and her daughter lay together on the boat, topless in the sun. Her daughter was beautiful, curved and shapely, smooth and oiled, coy and virginal. The boat rocked in the breeze, skipping across the top of the waves. When she looked across her uncle was fucking her daughter's mouth. He was big, hairy chested, his cock thick and long, stretching her mouth. Her dream daughter looked concerned at what was happening to her as if it might be the first time she'd had a cock in her mouth. 'Good girl' Flavia was saying in her dream. 'Suck him for mommy...suck him...' The boat rocked in time with his thrusting deep inside her....'don't be afraid...suck him for mommy...'

When she woke the girl was beside her in the bed. Not touching each other, but touching herself. Rocking, like the boat on the water. KittyKat was touching herself, naked in the first sunrays. The bedding had been tossed aside. Her eyes were shut tight, her hand busy between her legs. Flavia felt her own pussy, still wet, sensitive from the dream. She turned onto her side and placed her hand on top of the girl's. 'My daughter' she said softly, still half asleep. 'Suck mommy....suck....'.

KittyKat drew breath sharply as the older woman's hand replaced hers. Flavia found her nub, the softest, most sensitive place, deep inside the skin folds between her legs. She rubbed it gently between her fingers. The girl flinched. She pinched KittyKat and the girl bucked.

"Fingers just aren't going to do it, Kat," Flavia said, awake now. She rolled over, then positioned herself between her protege's legs, pulling the knees wide and up into vees. She could smell the sex, the fluid, the arousal, already predominating the sweaty bedclothes and the stuffy room. For a moment KittyKat opened her eyes and smiled before she shut them in time with her mentor lowering her head into the gap between her thighs. The girl's shaved pubes tickled Flavia's lips as she prized her open with her tongue and found the nub again, this time oiling it with her saliva, flicking it to and fro, engulfing it wholly, passionately, feeling the girl moving under her, holding her down with her face so that the girl just squirmed around the point where they were joined, clitoris and mouth.

KittyKat moaned now, almost as if she had never felt such a sensation before. Flavia's little teen whore, moaning like a virgin being opened up and tongued for the first time, like the daughter in the dream. The older woman went to speak but found her mouth slick with the girl's vaginal juices as she licked more widely, more wildly, finding her hole, still sensitive even to the tongue after Red's fisting. Her moaning became a little more anxious, KittyKat's knees pressing against Flavia's head now. The older woman could feel the rocking of the girl's head as she threw herself back and forward on the pillow, as she vocalized indistinctly, something like mommy...mommy...oh God...mommy.

KittyKat came in a flood of tears and mucus, pushing her pussy hard against Flavia's face, inviting her mentor to burrow deeper in response, to taste the orgasm, taste the delight she was imparting. For a moment Flavia wanted to bite the girl, taste and masticate and swallow and digest, have the girl inside her body, before she realized she was breathless, so engrossed utterly in the sex act she'd forgotten to breath. When she disengaged just for that moment and opened her lungs, the older woman was overcome with the earthy scent of aroused young woman, of open pussy, of debauchery and pleasure, which flooded into her with the oxygen. Immediately she placed her mouth back over KittyKat's genitals as if to not waste a molecule of the heady perfume of sexual climax. If only, she thought, we could stay like this and block out the world...if only.

There was much to do today, but for the moment it could wait. With her mouth still locked between the KittyKat's legs, Flavia reached her hand up until she clutched at the girl's fingers and held tight.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, Mommy!" Kat whispered, loud enough for Mistress to hear but quiet enough that she could pretend she hadn't heard, if that was what she wanted.

It had been a truly wonderful orgasm, almost mind-blowing. Mistress was so good to her. Mommy, she corrected. Mommy, mommy, mommy. She had called Kat my daughter. The tears of orgasm had now become tears of joy as Kat gripped her mommy's hand tight and held her head in place between her daughter's legs. "I'm your daughter, mommy, your daughter Kat, I'm mommy's little girl, I'm home mommy," she murmured between sobs of happiness.

Mommy would need to breathe soon and Kat eased her feverish grip. It was now confirmed in her mind. She had a real mommy who loved her and would take care of her. And Kat would do anything for mommy. Anything at all. Kat loved mommy without measure and was also in love with her. Head over heels. Smitten. Shot through with the arrow. It was like the start of her new life, where all that had gone before was merely the warmup. Now they could begin. And Kat's first resolution was to be the most loyal, obedient, loving, undemanding but fun and happy daughter any mommy ever had.

She would please mommy by fucking and or sucking Doc Paul and later ask if she'd done it well enough to make mommy proud, and then later still she'd have a lesson with Prof Plum and either watch him jerk off or watch him fuck Veronica, being sure to recount every detail for mommy afterward. She had a brief mental image of the old Prof lecturing and jerking off and watching Sophia porn with the naked KittyKat and then mid-sentence his spunk flying across his desk to splash on the screen and pool on his keyboard like a lake of cum.

And she would also please mommy by spending some of any money she earned from their Biker film on some fun lesbian sex toys. She was pretty sure that there existed a thing like a two-ended enormously long fake penis that they could both have inside them at the same time. There must be an Aladdin's cave of sexual wonders out there somewhere.

But first things first. "Can I make us breakfast, mommy?"