Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[ericrodman101]

It was one of those horror days. A full seven hours lecturing, plus marking, staff meetings, an unwanted lunch engagement, then back to the apartment to find no food in the fridge. Uber Eats? Flavia was scrolling through her phone to find the number when the door opened. Kat. She smiled and watched her beautiful girl cross the room. They kissed. The older woman closed her eyes for a moment, taking her back to last night's sojourn between Kat's legs, her clit, her pussy, her wetness, her orgasm, her pronouncements of love....

And before the door closed Doctor Paul and Veronica followed KittyKat into the room. Fuck! The allergy test. And Veronica. So different. What was she wearing?

"Doctor Paul. Veronica," Flavia said. "What a pleasure."

After yesterday's slut outfit, the tiny denim shorts, the red bikini top worn under the TULS Tshirt, today Veronica looked like a preppy model from some upmarket high fashion magazine. Crisp white linen blouse unbuttoned with gold chain, black leather skirt still very short, black knee high boots, her long blonde hair carefully crafted to fall alluringly across one eye, all svelte, all expensive, classy and very sexy.

"You look a million dollars, Veronica," Flavia said. "Where are you going tonight?"

"Class," Veronica said. "With KittyKat."

"Class?" Jesus! After last night. Flavia wondered how much the girl had told her uncle. How much she'd cried. How sore she still felt. The girl hadn't limped or even walked slowly. She looked at the doctor and raised her eyes as if to inquire. But the older man only had eyes for KittyKat.

"Time for your allergy test," he said, unzipping his trousers. "I hope you've been good and saved yourself for Doctor Paul like I told you. Where would you like me to treat you? Here in the living room? Your bedroom? I'm open to suggestions."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Here is good?" KittyKat replied, looking affectionately at her Mistress, her Mommy, wanting mommy to see everything, to tell her that she was a good girl, a good daughter.

Kat was still processing the earth-shattering revelations of their new relationship, that they were mommy and daughter as well as lovers, though obviously not related by blood. That made the bond even stronger, Kat thought, since it was a bond of mutual choice. Oh, how she loved her Mommy.

But Veronica, too, seemed to be showing a remarkable sense of devotion, or duty. KittyKat wasn't sure which. Or why. Why, after the brutal rape-like fucking from the Prof yesterday, was Veronica coming back for more? Hadn't she had enough? Been upset? Protested and struggled and fought? Hopefully, if Veronica really did join her for class later, as KittyKat's fuck-substitute, she'd just consent and let the Prof do what he wanted to empty his balls and not make a fuss. They'd just have to see.

For now, unsure quite how the doctor intended to conduct today's sperm-allergy test, KittyKat started to undress in front of them all. Sweater off over her head, skirt dropped to the floor, heels kept on her feet. Since she didn't bother with underwear anymore unless it was asked for, she stood nude, enjoying the attention, enjoying the looks. Open lust from the doctor; appreciation, perhaps, from Veronica; amusement and pride from Mommy-Mistress?

"Are we doing oral today, Doc, or fucking? Where do you want to put your sperm for today's treatment?"

 

[ericrodman101]

“Oral, KittyKat. An allergy test is all oral.”

Doctor Paul cast his eyes down KittyKat’s naked body, unable to hide the arousal in his face or his cock. The latter sprang to attention, Flavia noticed, as soon as he’d unzipped, which wasn’t bad for a guy his age. She wondered if he’d always been so libidinous or if he took something to aid his erection.

“So just how does this allergy test work, Doctor?” Flavia asked, standing behind KittyKat and helping her to kneel down.

”There’s really no need to help,” Doctor Paul said. ”I can hold her head if I need to, but I think our little KittyKat is fairly accomplished in the area of cock sucking.”

As before, the doctor simply held his cock in his hands and beckoned the girl forward.

”Good girl. Just open your mouth and say ahhhh. Isn’t that what always happens at the doctor’s surgery?”

KittyKat did as she was told, knelt before the doctor, opened her mouth and let him slide his cock onto her tongue.

”The test works like any other allergy test,” he said, placing his hand behind the girl’s head and steadying them both before he commenced a light thrusting. “KittyKat will restrict herself to my semen only, taken orally once daily for five days. In that time she will have expelled any other semen from her system so that by Friday afternoon when I will fuck her mouth for the fifth and last time, only my semen will be pooling inside her stomach. Then I can take a stomach sample on Saturday morning before your big day which I can analyse to see whether my semen is causing any irritation.”

”A stomach sample?” Flavia asked, realising her crossed arms might look a little sceptical. “And how do you do that?”

”Well…ahem.” The doctor seemed a little distracted. KittyKat was taking him deep, sucking him in and causing him to use both hands behind her head in order not to over balance. “Steady. There’s a good girl. I will have to extract some of the stomach contents. I’m afraid it means making you vomit, or at least regurgitate something.”

”You mean like when you make me gag, Uncle Paul?” Veronica watched intently, hands on hips, trying or so Flavia thought, to look disinterested but not succeeding.

”Gagging would do….”

Doctor Paul came in KittyKat’s mouth with little fanfare, simply thrusting deep and holding, then rocking against her face. The girl made no sound and swallowed immediately. The doctor withdrew, wiped his cock on his handkerchief and zipped up his trousers.

“And now Veronica wants to go to class with you again, KittyKat,” he said. “It seems she had such a great time last night that she’s got the bug. I’d like to meet your Professor sometime KittyKat. He’s certainly made an impression on my niece.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat looked up in surprise, first at the doctor then at Veronica, before rising to her feet with a hand from Mistress-Mommy.

So not only had Veronica not complained to her uncle about how rough and forced the Prof's fucking had been, she wanted to go back for more. That made her wonder. Was the neighbour's niece going to be a threat to KittyKat's role in the Professor's sex life? It wasn't that she especially enjoyed the sex from him, but she did like that it was her that he had sex with, that he shared around. This was about KittyKat becoming somebody for the first time in her young life, and she didn't want to be edged out of the limelight just because Veronica had developed a liking for extremely rough sex.

But on the other hand, the doctor really liked fucking KittyKat's face and cumming in her mouth. All this nonsense about a semen allergy was just that. Nonsense. If she was allergic to semen it wouldn't matter whose it was, and she'd sampled plenty of different men already. And she never reacted to the semen, just had to deal with excessive volumes from multiple donors in a single lovely session. An experience she intended to repeat on film as part of her Out-Slut-Sophia project. And for the fun of it.

But cock sucking was something that she did well, apparently, and pussy eating. That made her feel good about herself, for acquiring skills and for hopefully making Mistress-Mommy proud of her. She hadn't yet had impartial feedback on her fucking, but Mr. Red had seemed to enjoy himself. Probably her next assessment would be on how sexy she looked on film, and that would need to wait until they had recorded the biker bar video, the family of three meets four bikers, and then released it.

Veronica had seemed to enjoy watching KittyKat perform just now, sucking her uncle's cock and swallowing his cum. KittyKat had gone for the minimalist approach this time, letting the doctor hold her head, control the pace, almost use her mouth as a masturbation tool. He'd liked it, she thought, and certainly been very hard and made plenty of sperm. And it had been nice having Mistress-Mommy behind her, close, touching while Kat-daughter sucked off Mommy's neighbour. It felt like this was how family should be; open and supportive and loving rather than judgemental and critical.

Dressed again, KittyKat said her goodbye's and took Veronica's hand to go to class. Once there, she quickly stripped naked, watching Veronica, expecting her to do the same.

 

[ericrodman101]

Veronica watched KittyKat strip down for the Professor, expecting her new friend to strip her down as well like she'd done last night, and stand her up in the window. The Professor was not yet in the room and KittyKat had said nothing about his absence.

"I'm not stripping down for him," Veronica said. "Or for you. Not just yet. Like I said on the way over, he doesn't scare me even after what he did to me yesterday. I'm still fucking sore so he's going to have to fuck my mouth tonight if I'm to be your substitute. And that's just to the end of the week when Uncle Paul's treatment finishes. Next week you're back to fucking the Professor. I might come along and watch. Or I might not."

Veronica walked over to the window, the scene of her humiliation last night, or the first part of it at least.

"He talked about slutification," she said without turning her head. "Slutification and submission. And that Tshirt you made me wear. With 'slut' spelled in mirror writing. I guess that was some kind of signal. Like I was marked. Maybe you should be wearing it tonight."

She turned. KittyKat stood naked and silent by the Professor's desk.

"What's with your not speaking," Veronica said, walking across to KittyKat and putting her hand under her new friend's chin, so that their faces were an inch apart. "This is some wierd shit, KittyKat, going down here, what with you and the lesbian and the Professor and the guys you fuck. I'm coming on the weekend. Got that? I'm coming to watch you fuck on film. Uncle Paul is coming too. He said there should always be a doctor on a porn set in case something goes wrong."

She was about to say more, but the door opened. The Professor walked in. He looked first at KittyKat and nodded. Then at Veronica, resplendent in her preppy clothes like an office assistant at a fashion magazine.

"Undress, girl," he said. "Now!"

Veronica stood her ground, crossing her arms and widening her stance.

"I don't know who you think I am," she said, "or what's going on...."

The Professor grabbed her roughly around the head, sealing her mouth. With his other hand he tore her blouse open, exposing another red bikini top. As they wrestled he managed to remove the blouse altogether, the fabric tearing around the buttons and across one shoulder. He took the torn sleeve, rolled it into a ball and shoved it in Veronica's mouth as he'd done with the thing yesterday. As the girl stood in shocked silence, he unzipped the top of her black leather skirt just enough to let it drop to the floor.

"Remove the bra and the panties," he said. "Or do you want me to tear them off you?"

Veronica was crying, but did as she was told. She stood in just the knee high boots, and the sleeve in her mouth.

"Now stand in the window while I lecture to KittyKat until I'm ready for you."

She did as she was told.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat watched Veronica, watched the bravado turn to naked obedience, watched the Professor treat Veronica like his sex object, a practical lecture on the subject of objectification and slutification. A demonstration. It was almost a shame it hadn't been performed in front of a lecture hall packed with observers, or filmed, even, for an even wider audience. But it would be difficult to convey the spontaneity, the truth of it despite any testimonials; it would look too much like a setup, which would rob the situation of its power and truth. And KittyKat would hate for Veronica to steal her glory.

No, for the lesson to truly work, Veronica needed to be anonymous and be used to drain the Prof's cock. Just three available holes for the Prof, two of which he'd already had.

At a suitable point in his introduction, or more accurately, after it, KittyKat observed, "I assume that since you fucked her cunt and asshole yesterday, you'll use the substitute's mouth today?" She kept her face impassive, unconcerned, as if merely an observer, the student. She hoped Veronica appreciated what KittyKat was doing for her, talking out of turn in order to steer the Prof toward Veronica's own wishes but she doubted the visitor understood. Not that it mattered. Although she didn't especially like Veronica, in some things girls should stick together and support each other.

And so far in their lessons, anything KittyKat had thought of, the Prof had got there already. So it would be natural for him to have come to the same conclusions. KittyKat was fairly confident that Veronica would get her wish. A face fuck to give her vagina and anus a rest.

And, KittyKat had to admit, Veronica looked incredibly sexy, naked in just knee-high boots. It was a look she herself wanted to copy some time, and in another admission recognised that she could learn something from Veronica in the area of dressing to please.

On the other hand, there was something else in Veronica. KittyKat didn't know how to express what she felt about it. But it looked very much as if veronica really had enjoyed the rough, forced aspect of yesterday's fucking, and had deliberately taunted the Prof today. The combination of refusing to cooperate followed by the meek obedience after being roughly part-stripped led KittyKat to think that whether consciously or not, Veronica positively liked it. It was something to talk to Mistress-Mommy about and put in her next essay. Could it also be useful at the filming?

However, this was lesson time, and KityKat took her customary seat, one leg crossed over the other, notebook balanced on her knee and pen poised for note taking, glasses on. The very model of a keen and observant student. Except for being naked in heels.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor heard KittyKat’s question, but he waited to respond until towards the end of the lecture. He wanted to see if his student spoke again, and if the girl, the substitute as KittyKat called her, would speak, or react in any way. But the substitute simply stood in the window as he directed, with no more of her lip or her defiance.

“As you observe,” he said after thirty minutes of lecturing and note taking, “I will fuck the substitute’s mouth. Please note my endorsement of your correct terminology. The substitute. Not her mouth, not the girl’s mouth, not even the slut or the whore or the fucktoy. And if we consider slutification and take it to its logical conclusion, perhaps not even the substitute. I will fuck the mouth. Yesterday I fucked the cunt and the ass. Today I will fuck the mouth. The substitute is not so much a person bearing those orifices, but merely those orifices, utterly and completely without any other characteristics or wants or needs or desires. There is a mouth. It will be fucked. It is a mouth. It is absent of cock. Therefore, I will put my cock in the mouth and I will fuck the mouth. Which leads me to my final point.”

The Professor unzipped his trousers and fetched out his cock.

”Just as the substitute as an entity can be eliminated from the equation, so can the bearer of the cock. There is no need when considering slutification to even acknowledge that the cock belongs to a person, to me, to a male. The gender of the person presenting the cock to the mouth is irrelevant. It is not even my cock. To say I will fuck the mouth or my cock will fuck the mouth is to personalise the exchange. In reality, the cock will fuck the mouth. That is all. No gender. No ownership. No offer. No consideration. No acceptance. And most fundamentally, no consent. Even language becomes insufficient when finding the bedrock of our analysis, the ground zero. Cock fuck mouth. Cock fuck anus. Cock fuck cunt. That is the essential basis for slutification, the impersonal, the unintellectual, the unowned reality of slutdom. And ultimately we can remove language and rely on imagery, on vision, and on the tactile. Language adds nothing to the act which takes place when there is a cock and a mouth, only to the reporting for whatever reason we need to report.”

He stepped over to the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. She was stunning. Naked and scared, her knee high boots reflecting back the light in the room. He placed the hand on her head and pushed her down to her knees until her mouth was opposite his cock head.

”So….cock…fuck…mouth,” he said, removing the fabric from between Veronica’s teeth.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

And it did. The cock fucked the mouth.

The Prof was quite logical in his conclusions, of course, but still wrong. KittyKat watched the oral sex with pleasure, enjoying the eroticism and the way the Prof's hard cock fucked Veronica's apparently unwilling mouth. Except KittyKat was pretty sure Veronica was enjoying the sex even more than KittyKat was enjoying watching.

And while she enjoyed the spectacle, she also considered the Prof's thesis as a good student should. Katy was reminded of something she'd learned in school from her mathematics teacher who was a fan of logic and Sherlock Holmes. He summarised it as; rubbish in, rubbish out. In other words, if you didn't put all the right information in to start with, your conclusions would be wrong. And the Prof was leaving out the very real and important aspect of sluttification. That it was real people. People like her.

And it was fun. Unrestrained sexual excess was tremendous fun. Liberating. And what of that wonderful reward for great sex, the orgasm? Was there anything as good as cumming? The Prof was going to cum in Veronica's mouth, probably. Just shoot his sperm in happy fulfillment of his sexual needs and appetite. Hardly a disembodied, disinterested impersonal cock. And he'd love it. He was clearly turned on by Veronica, by her resistance and meek submission. He was fucking away at her face like a younger man and probably would cum a generous load of spunk for her. KittyKat was jealous.

Unconsciously, she licked her lips, opening and closing her mouth, regretting telling the Prof that her mouth was not presently in use. She wanted his spunk. She wanted him to rough fuck Veronica's face but then cum in KittyKat's mouth. Without asking. Just to do it. But he thought she was off limits, unavailable. Damn!

But wouldn't it be a fun expression of the depersonalisation the Prof was going on about? Denying Veronica her reward of semen and giving it instead to the naked KitttyKat all demur in her heels and glasses and notebook. What if he spunked up on her face and glasses and not her mouth at all?

KittyKat was now incredibly;y horny. Jealous, horny, squirming in her seat, pressing her thighs together, leaking, hungry for spunk, licking her lips, sending all the non-verbal signals she could.

What would the Prof do? Deny Veronica? Deny KittyKat? Deny them both? Cum into a tissue instead?

KittyKat was almost beside herself with need. So much for the entity being eliminated from the equation.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor opened Veronica’s mouth roughly with his hands and punched his cock inside. He‘d watched the substitute girl’s face as he’d lectured to KittyKat and how confused she’d seemed, so that when he finally violated her she was surprised. Veronica gagged and resisted, shaking her head, leaning back pushing against the Professor’s thighs with her hands. He wondered if he should have restrained the girl, and then if he should have just fucked KittyKat’s mouth. Which when he really thought about it, was what he wanted.

Veronica was very attractive and slutty. Every sad old sex maniac’s dream, he’d called her in his thoughts. And so willing and available and yet somehow resistant at the same time. Her fighting back increased his resolve to subdue her, but the analysis going through his head was distracting. KittyKat was his real target, his project, his slut. Not Veronica.

The Professor could feel the orgasm welling inside him, much too quickly, but inevitable. He held Veronica’s head tightly between his hands, slamming his cock inside her, deeply, powerfully, as she coughed up mucus and spit which spilled down her chin.

And beside them both in the room, he realised KittyKat seemed strangely unsettled, fidgeting and squirming. He turned to look at her and the girl licked her lips. He could never really say why except that she was there and he could, but the Professor removed his cock from Veronica’s mouth, turned, grabbed KittyKat’s head and pushed his cock between her lips. And unlike her friend, his slut didn’t resist, but accepted the intrusion, opening wide, leaning her head back, pulling herself onto him, as if inviting the mouth rape, encouraging him, validating his choice. Cock…fuck…mouth. His cock. Her mouth. Their fuck.

He pushed his cock in as far as he could reach, gripped her head tightly, and held her face hard against his flesh, holding her there. His KittyKat. On the end of his cock.

”KittyKat,” Veronica shouted. “Don’t let him cum in your mouth. Remember the allergy test. Uncle Paul will be cross.”

Shut the fuck up, he thought. Shut the fuck up!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch! thought KittyKat uncharitably. The girl was a mess of snot and dribble but was still probably only trying to help, but KittyKat hadn't mentioned Dr. Paul to the Professor, and he had a right to know about any activities of KittyKat's that might interfere with his academic sluttification scholarship project. Such as no other men's semen for the week. Veronica was giving away too much information and potentially putting KittyKat in a position where she would have to explain herself.

Or not.

With her mouth full of the Prof's hard, needy cock, KittyKat couldn't say anything herself. And the urgency with which the Prof was holding her face and burying his cock as deep as he could in her mouth suggested his imminent orgasm was the thing occupying his mind at that moment. Occupying his mind, his hands, his cock, his balls. Which finally released their fruits.

Professor Plum ejaculated his orgasm into his scholarship student's mouth with a guttural shout that delighted KittyKat. Her Prof had chosen her, not the substitute, to cum in. The Prof, a man of words, was so aroused by KittyKat that he was reduced to inarticulate sounds. The Prof was so horny that his first blast of semen was forceful and voluminous. KittyKat exulted in her triumph over Veronica, rejoicing in her sexual victory while the Prof followed up with another huge burst of spunk.

KittyKat the entity was not only positively not eliminated from the equation, she positively indulged her slutty sexual cravings. A true slut was far from inanimate, she embraced every depravity with full consciousness, awareness, desire, and pleasure. The Prof had it all wrong. KittyKat had it right. She was a slut, was right about being a slut, was right to be a slut. She was a scholar among sluts.

KittyKat indulged herself as a good slut should. She held the Prof's cum in her mouth without swallowing, then pulled her face off his spurting erection and directed his remaining offerings over her face and glasses, fully aware of how dirty and disgusting and lewd and exciting and hot it was. And he still had plenty of sperm to offer her. KittyKat's face was laced with strings of the white goo, the lenses of her glasses streaked with gobs of cum.

When he'd finished, she rose from her chair and went over to the possibly astonished Veronica, tilting back the other girl's head and dribbling and spitting the accumulated spunk from her own mouth into the substitute's. In full view of her Prof. Like a good slut. Her choice, her need, her depravity. Katy Cook the Scholar making her counterargument to the Professor's philosophy in actions rather than words. She was pretty sure he'd get her point.

"Swallow," she ordered Veronica. "Since you're swallowing the Professor's spunk instead of me as my substitute, this won't affect the allergy test, there's no need to tell. Understood?" KittyKat saw the calculation going on behind the other girl's eyes and knew there'd be a price to pay for her silence.

 

[ericrodman101]

“So I swallowed,” Veronica said, “like you asked, but it’s going to cost you KittyKat.”

The two girls crossed the high street and turned towards home.

”I don’t really get you at all. I mean does he give you the best grades or what? Are there any other students in your class?”

Veronica felt a mixture of elation and surprise. The Professor’s spunk, fresh from her friend’s mouth, still coated her face where KittyKat had spilled it. And she had decided to walk home without putting on her bra and thong. The breeze between her legs under the short skirt excited her. For a moment she contemplated undoing the buttons in her blouse and walking home with her tits out in the dusk.

”And he doesn’t like me. Not like he likes you, KittyKat. But I don’t like him either. He’s rude and rough and he doesn’t speak to me hardly at all. I tried to listen to the lecture but that didn’t make sense either. Slutification. Like is that even a word?”

Veronica walked alongside her friend and grabbed her arm, causing them both to stop on the sidewalk.

“Look. I don’t really care what’s going on. You’re strange. The lesbian is strange. The Professor is a fucking fruitcake. But I want something you’ve got. And you’re going to give it to me or I’ll tell Uncle Paul. No, I’ll tell everyone that there’s some weird shit going on and students and lecturers are fucking in return for things. Yeah. Things.”

KittyKat made to keep going, but Veronica held on tightly.

“Look at me KittyKat. I mean what I’m saying. If you want me to keep quiet I want a part in your film, your biker film whatever it is. Any part. Fucking. Anal. Deep throat. I don’t care. I want to be in it. And if you won’t let me, I want your red haired boyfriend. He’s much fitter than Uncle Paul and he‘ll give me a part in your film. I’ll do whatever he wants. Things you won’t do, yeah? I’ll work out what they are. Things even KittyKat won’t do. And KittyKat…”

Veronica pulled KittyKat up close until they’re faces were nearly touching.

”…I want you to eat my pussy, suck my clit, make me cum, like you promised. Yeah? Maybe we can do that on film. I want to cum all over your cute little face pressed tight against my cunt, and make the lesbian jealous. I want….”

”Hey girls.”

Veronica and KittyKat turned. Red had driven up alongside and was calling to them through the open car window.

”Hop in. I’m going by your place to talk to Flavia about Saturday.”

KittyKat shook herself free of Veronica and made to get into the front passenger seat, but Veronica took hold of her arm again and held her back.

”I think the front seat might be mine tonight, KittyKat. Upfront with my new boyfriend.“

Veronica opened the door and climbed inside, leaning across to kiss Red behind the wheel.

”Do I know you honey?”

”You do now,” Veronica said. “I’m an old friend of KittyKat. She’s told me all about you…”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat had been contemplating how to answer Veronica and the many misunderstandings she seemed to be under, but just as the words formed in her mind, Mr. Red drove up with his offer of a lift.

And then it simply wasn't the place to try and begin any explanations. And why should she explain? Veronica didn't actually need to know anything other than that there was a lot of fucking and sucking and cumming going on. And a film to make, or at least, a short pornographic video. The Biker Bar.

She half listened to Veronica flirting with Mr. Red, basically throwing herself at him to use, and thought more about what Veronica wanted in return for not telling her uncle that KittyKat had taken the Prof's sperm. In a way, it was amusing. Katy didn't believe Doctor Paul's explanation for denying herself other sources of sperm but was going along with it to return the favour of the free medical, and for the sake of Mistress-Mom. Which meant humouring Veronica for now. Certainly, her threat to tell everyone was empty since no one would care about Profs fucking students. Even more, the Prof was going to write a paper on it and present it as academic research into sexuality.

So Veronica's demands. The film role was entirely up to Mistress-Mom as Director. Kat would explain everything to her and she would decide what she wanted to do with Veronica. Oral sex on the girl? No biggie, it was just a question of when and where, and again, Kat would let Mistress-Mom have her say. Other than that, she would let Veronica allow herself to be used by Mr. Red if he wanted. Would he invite Veronica to come live with him? She hoped not. And what might he want sexually that KittyKat wouldn't do? Surely there wasn't much left in the box of possible sexual exploits.

But what did Katy know. She was still very much the beginner at all of this. Thank goodness she had Mistress-mom to look after her.

Once they got home, she found that Doctor Paul was wanting to inject her with another sperm sample in the name of his allergy test. Hopefully, Veronica would shut up for once and let KittyKat do her thing.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia was making small talk with Doctor Paul when KittyKat came home, Veronica and Red in tow. Her protege sported a very obvious ‘totally pissed off’ look on her face which Flavia immediately attributed to the way Red and Veronica were pawing at each other. Any remarks about ‘how was your class’ Flavia decided would just exacerbate the situation.

”I’m here for your next dose, KittyKat,” Doctor Paul said as the girl busied herself elsewhere. Why else would the sad fuck be darkening my door, Flavia thought, maintaining a wide smile.

”So Red, I see you and Veronica have met. She’s a very giving and attentive young woman so don’t you go and take advantage.”

The older woman turned to Doctor Paul in case he had something witty to add, but he’d followed KittyKat into the kitchen. When she turned back, Red and Veronica were kissing enthusiastically, his hands pulling up the back of her mini skirt to reveal she was wasn’t wearing any panties. Flavia sighed and wondered if an evening in front of the television might be her best shot of staying out of the trysts about to take place. It’s not as if she was prudish. Far from it. Flavia had long been an advocate of free love, but sometimes after a long day at work, she just found the idea of being the third wheel at an orgy on her own dining table a little too disengaging.

”Anything we need to talk about before Saturday,“ Red asked between locking lips with Veronica. “And is there a place for my new friend in our film?”

”My film, Red,” Flavia responded, hoping he heard the disdain in her voice. She knew exactly what Veronica was up to and her dislike of the girl was palpable. And yet if she thought about it, there was always room for another set of girl holes in any porn film, so why fight it. Red certainly wasn’t.

”Just sit down and open your mouth for me,” Doctor Paul said, trailing KittyKat back into the room. Flavia watched the girl sit rather reluctantly and open her mouth as she was told, clearly wanting simply to get it over with. “Good girl,” he said. “I’ll treat you and then Veronica and I can go home.”

Not so fast, Flavia thought. Red had Veronica’s skirt on the floor and had turned her round and bent her over the table so he could examine her from behind, his face already hard up between her thighs.

”I don’t know what you’ve been up to with the Professor,” Flavia said to the girl who was face down with her legs spread, “but Red is an ass man so you might want to do some quick stretches.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat sat down obediently for the Doc, mouth open and ready for her regular sperm sample, being a good girl and showing willing mostly for the sake of Mistress-Mommy. A quick glance around the room showed her that Veronica was getting the attention she craved from Mr.Red, he was trying out his new sex doll's rear end which he was opening wide with fingers and spit, the Doc was very hard and aroused and excited and ready to face fuck KittyKat, and Mistress-Mommy? Mistress-Mommy was observing everything and fooled by nothing.

As the Doc inserted his eager cock into Kat's mouth and started fucking, moaning already with the pleasure of anticipation fulfilled, the young woman could see that Mistress-Mommy understood everyone in the room. Her little Kat couldn't hide that she was sucking off the Doc neighbour as a duty rather than a pleasure however much she might try and disguise her indifference with good blowjob technique. She made eye contact with her love and Mentor and tried to say non-verbally, "I love you, Mommy, this is for you, to make you proud of me, to earn your love," but words were impossible with the Doc's dick fucking her mouth in a steady rhythm. He was sawing in and out, looking around as if he deserved applause and congratulations for getting blowjobs on demand from 18-year-old girls, watching Mr. Red as if they were a team, a tag-team fuck pair.

Mr. Red now had Veronica's asshole open, his fingers plunging deep inside presumably to make space for his cock to fuck the girl who despite promising KittyKat to do anything for him, looked troubled and in some discomfort, though clearly wanting to look willing and enthusiastic. In moments, the two men were fucking away at their respective girls.

They were now side by side, Veronica bent over the dining table and KittyKat sat in a dining chair. Veronica having her asshole fucked hard, her hips held in Mr. Red's strong hands as he pounded the shit out of her; KittyKat having her face fucked in a regular in-and-out sawing of the Doc's cock. All observed by Mistress-Mommy while she and Mr. Red discussed plans for her film.

The Doc was close to cumming. It was obvious. Everyone could probably tell. He was grunting obscenities, muttering something about synchronised, glancing at his tag team buddy who was banging his niece's ass. Mr. Red seemed to understand and appeared to become a seasoned porn performer, as if adjusting his timings for the sake of a Director. He pulled out of the anus and spun Veronica around, forcing her to her knees, and without cleaning his soiled cock thrust it straight into the surprised girl's mouth, watching the Doc like her was timing his actions to match.

KittyKat could see what was happening, and Mistress-Mommy surely knew too. With much grunting and groaning, the Doc pulled out of KittyKat'smouth, held his straining cock in one hand, the other on KittyKat's head, and looked at Mr. Red. He too had withdrawn his bigger cock from Veronica's mouth, held it in the hand nearest the Doc, his other on Veronica's head in a mirror image of the less experienced man.

The Doc spermed, a burst, a bigger burst, then another shooting towards KittyKat's open mouth and covering her lips and chin and nose, while at the same time, Mr. Red fired his spunk hose at Veronica's face, blasting her with a hot spray of thick cum. Synchronised facials.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad visit after all. If Kat could have smiled at Mistress-Mommy, she would have.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia watched the two men douse the girls' faces in semen and then stand back as if ready to receive applause. What is it with men and performance, she thought. Still, she clapped her hands together a few times, slowly, to acknowledge the climax of their passion. She guessed passion was the right word, although fucking in her apartment was becoming so commonplace it was almost just an accompaniment to ordinary household activity, as regular as cooking and washing up. She smiled, imagining how she was living in one of those porn parodies where the film maker had taken an ordinary domestic story and inserted porn so that the family sat down to eat their evening meal and ended by fucking amongst the plates and the food.

"Well done gentlemen," she said, looking closely at Kat. Her protege seemed totally unfazed by being fucked wherever and whenever the men, or women in her proximity chose to use her. Was this the slutification the Professor sought, or something more personal, more individual, more like the person she knew Kat was? The lover of sex. The disciple of fucking. Like she'd become herself, although much later than eighteen.

And then there was Veronica. What to make of the doctor's niece? The girl was incorrigible. She sought out opportunities to fuck as readily as Kat, but then resisted. Was it an act? Was she genuinely troubled but what was happening to her? Not actually consenting, but finding herself in situations of her own making which got out of hand? Was Veronica, in fact, being raped? Or did she think feigning resistance aroused men more? The girl crouched on her knees before Red, her face dripping with his cum, trying to open her eyes which were obviously stinging, the goo bubbling at her lips where she might be licking it in or expelling it. And yet even as Flavia tried to interpret Veronica's signals, the girl opened her mouth and sucked at Red's cock greedily, the taste of her own ass no doubt still on it. If Veronica was not consenting, it seemed only momentarily, or some wild swinging to and fro between agreeing to be fucked and not.

Flavia wasn't especially troubled by her inability to understand Veronica's motivations. Doctor Paul was fucking his niece regularly, and doing nothing to prevent other men doing the same. He could have stepped in at any time, not just as her guardian, but as her doctor. He observed her reluctance and her enthusiasm in equal measure. And if somehow it came to a complaint, what policeman, what authority would adjudicate that Veronica was being abused given the girl's behaviour?

And then Veronica spoke up. Expelling Red's cock from her mouth, she spat out the rest of his cum ingloriously onto the carpet and said, "KittyKat promised to eat my pussy."

Flavia looked at Kat who stared back impassively. The older woman knew from her protege's expression that it must be true. And that the reason for her agreeing to it was probably something other than friendship or curiosity. And even before she'd looked back, Veronica was hoisting herself back onto the table to position herself opposite KittyKat were she opened her legs wide and used her fingers to expose her gold lit jewellery.

"Eat me, Kittykat," Veronica said. "Like you said you would. Eat me and make me cum."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat got up and positioned herself comfortably between Veronica's thighs, hands resting on the table edge, eyes admiring the pretty pussy opened before her, the clitoral jewelry looking quite cute. Veronica was naked below her waist, the attention-grabbing gold adornment emphasising the nakedness of her cunt; a cunt that was supposed to be looked at and stimulated.

Veronica was a slut. That was obvious. A slut who liked to be forced. But was she as accomplished a slut as KittyKat? From her earlier fighting talk about doing anything sexual for Mr. Red that KittyKat wouldn't, Veronica clearly thought she was. Time to prove her wrong.

KittyKat was still wearing her cute sweater and loose skirt which were still clean since, as a good slut herself, she hadn't spilled a drop of the Doc's spunk when he'd cummed, injecting his sperm sample into her mouth. She now leaned forward to gently lick the offered pussy softly from back to front, her pointed tongue teasing the clitoris and toying with the gold. She was going to give Veronica the orgasm she needed and was also going to perform for her audience. For Mistress-Mommy, for Mr. Red, and for the Doc. This was going to be about KittyKat the uninhibited sexual performer who could suck cock, fuck, do anal with three cocks, and eat pussy. Veronica was simply an instrument, KittyKat was the artist with her onlookers gathered around for the best view of her performance. Which made her think momentarily of a classical concert where the pianist had been dressed in a sort of strapless ballgown. Perhaps she could ask Mistress-Mommy about directing a sex scene of KittyKat dressed like that and being utterly debauched by a group of tuxedoed men?

But to business. KittyKat was about to demonstrate her virtuosity. Her soft licking drew up the wetness of Veronica's excitement and arousal and used it to work the girl's labia and hood, teasing, making her need more. Keeping an eye on her instrument's reactions, KittyKat aroused, stimulated, teased, backed off, repeated in a cycle, introducing her tongue into the love tunnel and fucking the girl then denying orgasm and starting over again. The liquid arousal was dripping from the girl's cunt onto her recently abused butt hole and onto the floor near the spunk she'd earlier spat out. They were going to have to get the carpet professionally cleaned, KittyKat thought distractedly as she worked Veronica some more. But if they were getting a cleaner, she may as well really go for it.

Using fingers as well now, she probed Veronica's asshole and vagina, g-spot stimulated, clitoris overwhelmed with sensations, higher and higher, faster, harder until she achieved what she wanted, a shattering liquid orgasm that had Veronica squirting a dramatic spray as she cummed wriggling and writhing on the table.

Soiled with the spray that had soaked her face and sweater, KittyKat moved backward to admire her handiwork as Veronica continued to squirm in ecstasy.

Now that, she thought with satisfaction, is how you eat pussy.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia stood still for a long time. KittyKat moved away from the scene of her triumph and waited for someone to react. Veronica lay on her back, breathing hard, twisting her hands and fingers by her side, coming down from the orgasm seemingly unable to speak or do much at all, her legs splayed wide, framing the pool of pussy spray on the table.

The older woman looked about her. Red and Doctor Paul were also standing, wide eyed in amazement. Both men still had their cocks out. Red was hard. He stroked himself vigorously and Flavia imagined he might cum again. Veronica’s uncle stroked himself too, but he was flaccid and the stroking looked more like painful tugging to Flavia.

She realised she was fingering herself, her fingers sticky with her own cunt juice where she was inserting the tips into her own pussy. Several times she went to speak if only to give Kat the encouragement she deserved. If only the girl’s violation of Veronica had been filmed. Or broadcast. Maybe, just maybe she should ask KittyKat to do it again, but not right now.

”Kat, oh darling Kat. I don’t know what to say. That was….”

”Fucking wonderful,” Red said, reaching over for KittyKat as if he might want to use her mouth.

”No Red, use me,” Flavia said stepping between them, kneeling and opening her mouth.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat moved slightly, out of the way of the grownups, but not totally out of the way. She was still very close to Mommy and Mr. Red, still on her knees, in easy touching distance, watching respectfully as Mr. Red inserted his hungry hard huge cock into Mommy's mouth, watching intently, her own mouth unconsciously mimicking Mommy's, opening and closing.

She had to stroke Mommy's hair as she started to suck Mr. Red's cock, soft loving gentle caresses, not wanting to distract or try and take over, just to be a part of what Mommy was doing, needing to be there with her love, to support, to give Mommy the attention.

KittyKat was still a little awed by the reception she'd received for her own sexual performance. Virtuoso Cunnilingus. That was what she'd aimed for, and the breathless pause at the final climax, followed by the sincere praise of her audience, suggested that she'd achieved it. She was a little flushed with her success, but knew that she had simply applied everything Mommy-Mistress had taught her. The praise rightfully belonged to her Mentor.

She glanced over at the Doc who was still pulling on his own cock, still enjoying the erotic spectacle at the Martellis. KittyKat placed her other hand on Mr. Red's ass cheeks, feeling his strength, his flexing muscles. Men were just so very different from women. Almost another species. But still very nice.

KittyKat moved closer, her face now next to Mommy who she kissed on the cheek. Lovingly. closing her eyes she kissed closer to the mouth that was filled with manly-smelling cock. Hot hard sexy yummy manly cock. Her kiss straddled Mommy's lips and Mr. Red's shaft. Her tongue sneaked out to lick both. Would Mr. Red accept a joint simultaneous blowjob from mommy and daughter? Would Mommy allow daughter Kat to join in? Would Mommy teach Kat how to service one cock with their two mouths?

Kat's eyes were open and full of lust and the desire to try another new sexual experience. Those eyes begged Mommy to be allowed to play, too.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia searched Kat's eyes as the two women, mentor and protege, knelt before Red and worshipped his cock. He was still rock hard from ass fucking Veronica and then cumming on the girl's faces. For a moment the older woman wondered if Red would cum again. Maybe he had taken a blue pill tonight. Maybe he was simply capable of two ejaculations in quick succession. He was a seasoned porn performer after all.

Flavia licked and sucked at his cock as Kat did the same from the opposite side of the shaft, their mouths and lips meeting around the fleshy veined tool. She did everything she could without speaking to confirm how much she was enjoying the girl's intervention. There was no need to signal anything to Red. His continuing tumescence told her everything. Red was sticky with Veronica's ass juices. Flavia swilled the fruity taste around her mouth. And Kat sported Veronica's pussy juices. An eighteen year old sex smorgasbord, Flavia thought, imagining for a moment how such a title could be turned into a film.

She could sense Veronica still coming down from the orgasm Kat had given her, knocking her elbows on the table as she rolled back and forth, breathing heavily. And out of site, she imagined Doctor Paul tugging himself off, post ejaculation. He'd probably taken a blue pill as well. Flavia believed that was his normal afternoon regime. Pop a pill and fuck an eighteen year old girl, his niece or this week for variety, KittyKat, using the fake semen allergy test as a cover story. He was a doctor, for fuck's sake. At risk of losing his medical license, he could pick any eighteen year old lucky enough to turn up at his office seeking an examination. Or maybe he was more cautious than the doctor and the Chinese interns at the emergency room. Or more in control than they'd been once Flavia had taken them under her wing, between her lips and inside her body.

Flavia wrestled with how much of the lead to take sucking Red. Kat was his new favorite and she still expected him to invite the girl to move into his apartment. And if he did, she'd encourage it. Kat could learn from Red and his friends, not just technique, but submission. Flavia already knew that Kat only had eyes for her mentor and in the longer term, would move back for good. Indeed, she could tell that the teen's motivation for sucking Red was all about kissing Mommy with the hard cock they were sharing merely an excuse.

She smiled. Kat's face was hard up against hers, Red's cock slipping across their lips. The girl was too close to focus on her face so the older woman reached over and squeezed Kat's thigh, before running her fingers along the soft flesh until she found the pussy lips.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Kat was as happy as it was possible for a girl to be. Mommy was sharing cock with her. A real mommy-daughter bonding moment if ever there was one. So much better than simply shopping together or going out for tea. Not that she didn't want those as well. But to share a cock!

She was careful to take second place, to let Mommy enjoy all the best bits, to do whatever she wanted, with Kat there to support and complement. It was about observing, listening, obeying, pleasing Mommy. And Mr. Red would almost certainly enjoy it, too. After all, were there many men who didn't like being sucked off by two women at the same time?

Mommy's fingers probed between Kat's thighs and the young woman flicked up her skirt so that Mr. Red and the Doc would be able to see how clever Mommy was at fingering pussy. If Kat had performed well just now, they'd soon see who the real talent was.

Possibly the best bit was that Mommy and Kat worked so brilliantly together. Mommy had taught her well and their fellatio styles complemented beautifully; a double treat worthy of a masterclass. And Mr. Red had started breathing in that funny way men did when their balls were getting too full and in need of overflowing. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Red was going to give them more sperm. Kat decided generously to let Mommy have it all, like a love offering of devotion. Yet another gesture to continue earning Mommy's love. All she wanted was for Mommy to love her.

Kat concentrated and worked Mr. Red's cock with lips, tongue, fingers; doubling his sensations, coaxing yet more delicious spunk from his balls to give to Mommy. She was oblivious now of Veronica or her uncle; Mommy and Mr. Red taking all her attention.

She'd need a jolly good rest after this. Time to recover. Maybe curled up naked in Mommy's lap in front of the TV with a nice dinner and some wine.
Kat was abruptly dragged back to the present as Mr. Red started to display the familiar signs of a man about to ejaculate his sperm.

Time to concentrate and give it all to Mommy.

Kat took Mr. Red in hand and started pumping his shaft ready to hose Mommy in a shower of hot fresh spunk.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia wasn't expecting Red to cum twice in such rapid succession. Sure he was an experienced porn performer, but he was in his 40s. Had he taken pills tonight? Maybe. No, if anything it was all down to Kat, on her knees opposite, smiling around Red's cock as they licked and sucked, making eye contact with her, looking for Mommy's approval, not that it was required. Kat was a star, if only she knew it. She was going places, Flavia knew. Places that only the top stars reached. And the elation of knowing she was grooming a star brought Flavia down from a great height, because like any profession, but worse than any, pornstars had so far to fall. And Kat, with her capacity for complete slutdom, would have the farthest to fall of anyone Flavia knew, Sophia included.

Just as the older woman was worried her distraction might be showing, Red came. She sensed him tense his stomach muscles above her, then his lower torso, his balls pulsating, then his cock, still locked between their mouths. Flavia knew what Kat would want, for Red to concentrate his discharge onto Mommy. Indeed, the teen was pumping Red's shaft in a way which pointed the expectant head straight into Flavia's face. "No," she heard herself saying. "You. It's good..."

Red came, thunderously and copiously. He was one of those guys for whom the aftershock could be greater than the initial eruption. There was more than enough goo for them both, the sticky white seed spurting into her eyes and mouth, spraying her face and her hair. She pulled Kat to her, their cheeks touching, Flavia's hand under the girl's chin where she could squeeze her mouth open. Red's cock head bounced around like an out of control fire hose, dousing Kat as well. Flavia held the girl's chin tight, squeezing hard, sensing the lower jaw dropping even further, the mouth making an O-shaped drain for Red to discharge into, across the young lips and teeth, onto the tongue before pooling and swirling at the top of the throat. She knew that holding Kat like this would make her want to close her mouth and swallow instinctively, but Flavia was the stronger. Kat was going to receive everything Red had to offer, was going to empty his cock and balls, and then when her mouth was full, they would kiss, like porn mother and daughter, the roles they would play in the biker bar on Saturday. It was good practice, Flavia thought, as Red began to fade, the stream subsiding to ooze and then droplets. The older woman placed her mouth over the end of her friend's cock to ingest the last of his cum before turning to Kat. The girl was wrecked, painted in semen, her eyes half shut, no doubt stinging. 'Just go with it,' Flavia thought. 'Saturday will really test you.' Then placed her lips against the girl's lips, parting them with her tongue and tasting the fruits of their debauched exertions.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mommy loved her! Mommy LOVED her!

There could be no other reason for Mommy to so generously give the lion's share of spunk to her. It was tricky not to swallow but Mommy held her tight until the incredible pulsing stream of hot sperm overflowed her throat and mouth and tongue and coated more of her already jismed face. Her eyes stung with cum but she wanted to keep them open like a good slut would, reveling in the amazing spunk offering Mommy had coaxed out of what should have been empty balls. Mommy was a marvel. The best.

The best Mommy in the world. Cheek to cum covered cheek with her little Kat. Did ever a mommy love her daughter as much?

And sharing a spermy kiss! Kat's tongue swirled through the pool of goo and played with Mommy's. If Kat hadn't already been head over heels smitten she would be now. She would do anything for Mommy. Anything Mommy asked, anything Mommy wanted, anything to please Mommy. Even go live with Mr. Red for a bit.

Mommy loved her.

Kat's heart felt like it would burst, and she sucked hungrily on Mommy's invading tongue, and swallowed sperm. Lots of it. There should be four times as much at the biker bar.

Calming down from her high, Kat thought she detected a hint of sadness in Mommy, and ignoring the other three people in the room hugged her love tight.

"It's okay, Mommy, Kat loves you so very much, will always love you, will always try to please you. Don't be sad, Mommy."

After everyone else had gone and they had their home once more to themselves, they showered together and put on warm cosy jammies and snuggled on the sofa in front of the TV, wine and finger food satisfying part of their hunger, licked fingers and lips satisfying the other smouldering hunger that lingered in nipples and between thighs. There was a lot of very tired kissing that culminated in them spooning naked in their bed, Kat repeating over and over out loud, "I love you, Mommy," and in her head, Mommy loves me.

 

[ericrodman101]

Flavia lay back and let the echo of Kat's 'I love you Mommy' fade into the night. Another day closer to the biker gangbang. Was Kat ready? Was she? Red insisted everything was fine. He'd texted his mates in the gang and organized a couple of extra guys. The boys from her class would do film and sound. Doctor Paul would be medic for the day.

Doctor Paul. Funny how Kat had just hugged after swallowing Red's cum, ignoring the doctor's carry-on about the semen allergy test. Not to mention Veronica's shrill contribution. When she'd told him she knew from the start that the whole thing was a hoax designed to let him fuck Kat's mouth every day for a week the doctor had gone silent, unlike Veronica, who seemed not to hear or simply disregard what she heard. Semen allergy test. What a fucking joke. Thank Christ that nonsense was behind them. If the dirty old man wanted to fuck Kat's mouth he pretty much only had to ask. The girl showed every sign of being insatiable. A man only had to walk into the room and she was available. And not because she was some robotic slut like Angus wanted to create. KittyKat was highly sexualised, enjoyed sex, communicated through sex, lived and breathed sex. And she intellectualised sex. She was a sexual being, totally, utterly and completely. Flavia admired her. Worshipped her. Wanted to turn back the years and be her. It wasn't going to happen, so instead she could groom Kat, allow her to flourish, to grow, to build on her natural instincts and her skills and her youthful naive attractiveness. Maybe porn wouldn't be her whole life. Like Flavia, there were things after porn, or which complemented porn. But for now, KittyKat, Miss Katy Cook, would be a pornstar, a performer, an artiste, the next Sophia if that was even a thing, the new KittyKat, a star in her own right. Which was why Saturday was so important.

When Doctor Paul had calmed down and Flavia had finished telling him what a deceptive shit he was, he agreed that in return for access to KittyKat, he'd be her doctor as well as medic for the day on Saturday. And she'd agreed that Veronica could have a role too. Not on film, but on set. Fluffer. Boner girl. There wouldn't be much to do with such a small group, but it quietened the girl and her uncle down. Fluffer. Boner girl. Flavia had a Tshirt somewhere that was apt. Tiny and tight. Would barely cover Veronica's tits. 'Cumdump' was the slogan. Stupid Veronica could wear it proudly on Saturday, strutting around administering blowjobs when any of the guys needed refreshing, and swallowing cum when they needed emptying. It was an important role onset although Flavia wasn't going to emphasise that and give the stupid slut any ideas above her station. KittyKat was the star. Veronica was an accessory, a drain, a bucket, a waste bin.

'I love you Mommy'. Hmmm. Poor Kat was smitten. So far gone there was no going back, Flavia thought. And what of her real Mommy? Her Daddy? Her family? Why did she know nothing about them?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat was again sat next to the Prof's desk, naked in heels and glasses, a clothed Veronica also present while the Prof started his lesson. The whole out-of-bounds-sperm-allergy-test thing had been a total lie, as Mommy had explained to her Kat, but KittyKat hadn't yet let on to the Prof that she was available again for fucking and sucking.

While half listening to the Prof drone on about his incorrect deductions of true sluttification being almost robotic, she wondered why she'd brought Veronica again as substitute. It had something to do with a fascination with the other girls fake reluctance to be used sexually. The, no no no ooh thank you, the I'll do anything Red wants even stuff KittyKat won't do contrasted with I'm not stripping for that Professor of yours, yet allowing exactly that. When is a no really a no, if you send out such confusing signals?

One thing was clear, Veronica was an interesting subject to study and observe from an academic point of view. And Katy Cook was beginning to fashion her own ideas of what a slut actually is and could be. Okay, that made two things. Certainly, Mommy had a better handle on the subject than the Prof, since Mommy had lived the life, still lived the life, was a brilliant guide and mentor to a sexually liberated girl. Mommy could teach her Kat the true meaning of being a slut, eclipsing the poor Prof, could even present her own counter-paper offering a better argued, more realistic analysis of what sluttification should be and could be.

Perhaps there was room for a variety of interpretations. Not all women were the same. Sluts weren't all the same. Limits weren't the same for everyone. Not all kinks were universally shared; that's why they were kinks. They could name the Philosophy of Sluttification after the well known brand of tinned foods famous for their number of varieties, perhaps.

But for now, the Prof had't yet had his fuck, Veronica was still dressed, and KittyKat was curious about what new material or experiences the Prof had lined up for this lesson.

And KittyKat was horny.

 

[ericrodman101]

Professor Angus Plum commenced his lecture without seeking relief the way he usually did. KittyKat was sitting naked, of course, in just heels and glasses, her notepad curled in her lap and sucking a pen. Oh to be that pen, he thought for a moment before remembering that she was off limits due to some stupid fucking allergy test she was undertaking.

But she was his star pupil. His reason for being here. And so he was motivated to please her even if she was unable to reciprocate.

Yet for all her studiousness and results so far, the Professor could tell KittyKat was distracted this afternoon. She seemed unfocused on him and kept glancing at Veronica.

Veronica. Sitting alongside her friend. But clothed. He’d instructed her previously to undress for him and stand in the window while he ravished her. And he was sure KittyKat had been just as clear explaining the rules of the class to Veronica. But tonight both girls were somehow defiant, or if that was too strong a word to describe their passivity, then going through the motions.

Veronica wore heels too, matched with her very short black leather skirt and the white linen blouse, buttons undone to expose most of her shadowed cleavage and a good deal of the firm teenage breasts on either side. She didn’t use a notebook because she wasn’t taking notes. Indeed she wasn’t his student, or even a student at the college. As far as he knew, Veronica was present simply as KittyKat’s substitute in case he wanted to fuck. Which he did despite commencing the lesson.

The Professor stopped mid sentence and looked at KittyKat. The girl, cross legged, was sucking the pen, and glancing sidelong at Veronica, clearly uninterested in what he was saying. Was Veronica the distraction? Or had Flavia put some stupid notions in the girl’s head? Or maybe, just maybe, had he lost his touch?

Veronica, on the other hand, seemed focused on what he was saying when she didn’t need to be. Maybe Veronica had potential as a student. She certainly had realised potential as a slut.

Fuck KittyKat, the Professor thought. He fixed his eyes on Veronica and without looking away, unzipped his trousers, fetched out his cock and stepped up to the teen’s face. His intention was obvious and she needed no verbal instruction, simply taking his cock in her hand and holding it up to her mouth. As she drew him inside he glanced quickly over to KittyKat in case she gave away any jealousy or upset, but she didn’t even meet his gaze, choosing to continue sucking the pen and staring at her friend, now with his cock in her mouth.

I idea of continuing with the lesson suddenly displeased him, choosing to put his energies into giving Veronica the longest and roughest mouth fucking he could muster in the hope that KittyKat would learn what she was missing out on.