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“Would I want to be a part of that? Hmmm.”

Flavia watched Red mull over Kat’s suggestion. He slowly withdrew his hand from her pussy, then inserted his fingers into the girl’s mouth, deep and deliberately, until he was inside her to the top knuckle, stretching her mouth and challenging her to stifle her gag reflex.

”Would I……”

Flavia was amazed the girl could hold him inside her mouth for so long. Should she intervene? No. They both knew what they were doing even if Red had way more experience. Kat wanted to learn. Wanted to experience everything. Wanted to overcome her fears and her inexperience and her amateur status. Wanted to star. She caught the girls eyes, straining and tear filled, and smiled, nodding affirmingly.

The older woman turned away. Doctor Paul was watching Red choke Kat, eyes fixed on the scene. Gavin and Ricky were canoodling in a corner. Had they heard, especially now they were obviously an item, what Kat had suggested? If the girl was to be a reluctant rape victim turned sexual aggressor, what of Ricky, her film brother? Did the kid know what was being set up for him tomorrow.

From the next room came the unmistakeable sound of a headboard being knocked into a wall. Veronica and the Professor were obviously fucking on Kat’s bed. Flavia smiled. Her old friend had found a new lease of life with Veronica. How soon would he start taking the girl home when Mrs Professor was out? Or even in? Veronica might be a much better candidate for an academic examination of mindless slutification than KittyKat. And did Doctor Paul mind the attention being paid to his niece?

Flavia caught the doctor’s eye, then raised her own eyebrows to acknowledge the obvious without saying a word. He shrugged. She could see he was hard.

”Just doctor tomorrow,” she said. “That’s all. Just be on set to take care of anyone who needs attention. I don’t want you to intervene even if you want to. We’re all grown ups. You’ll probably observe sexual behaviour which might shock you, might even appal you, might contravene all the good advice you’ve ever given. But if intervention is required that will be for me. KittyKat and Ricky are my protégés, my wards, my stars, and they’ll do as I tell them until I tell them they can stop.”

The doctor nodded agreement.

”So why don’t you go check on your niece. Maybe Angus needs a hand getting the job done.”
 
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Kat felt a triumphant fizz at the approving and loving look Mommy gave her. Mommy was proud of her girl, proud of her sucking deep on Mr. Red's fingers that had been just as deep in her cunt until a moment ago. Wanting to impress Mommy further, Kat used both hands to unfasten Mr.Red's pants and extract his large cock, stroking him to try and get him hard.

Mommy was sending the doctor to check up on the Prof's progress in fucking his niece, maybe even join in. Kat was certain that Veronica would enjoy being used by both men together, and almost certainly both men would enjoy using her.

Kat, meanwhile, was steadily masturbating Mr. Red who had removed his soiled fingers from her mouth, allowing her to breathe again, thankfully.

Having given the doctor his orders for the porn shoot, basically not to interfere, Mommy turned to Mr. Red to brief her leading man. Since Kat had already said all that she needed to, she decided she might as well use her mouth for something and leaned over to suck Mr. Red's cock, drawing it into her mouth while keeping eye contact with Mommy. There was something especially beautiful about having Mommy watch her suck cock, and she longed to feel Mommy's hand on the back of her head, directing her, encouraging her with words of advice and direction. Maybe tomorrow at the porn shoot the bikers could force Mom and daughter to have sex? She must remember to ask tonight when they were in bed.

For now, she had a cock to suck and hopefully empty.
 
Flavia watched Doctor Paul leave the room, then sat next to Red where Kat was sucking his cock. She called Gavin and Ricky over. The two boys sat opposite on the two seater and held hands. Flavia knew Gavin was versatile, but hadn’t realised he was so openly bi. Openly gay, really, given the necking he and his Chinese friend had been engaged in.

”I‘m not sure there’s much to talk about,” she said, placing her hand on the back of Kat’s head and guiding her down onto Red’s organ. “You’ve shot porn before, Gavin. You and the guys know what to do, how to stay out of shot wherever you can, how to shoot from the floor. It’s just like that, but be early. Get a feel for the place. And Ricky, you need to let me know if anything is too much. You heard Kat pretty much outline the plot for what it’s worth. I’m the Mom, Kat and Ricky are my adult children. We visit a bar where I was gang raped as a virgin in the past. If it matters, our car is broken down outside. There will be three or four bikers in the bar. That’s you Red, and your mates. You take a shine to my children, who both pretend they are virgins. It all happens again, but this time Kat reveals she’s not a virgin and I tell the bikers they can have her and do what they like. Ricky the same. It’s just a fuck fest, a vehicle for Kat and Ricky to display their talents, and if the mood takes me, I’ll do the same. Any questions?”

Red groaned, easing his cock deeper into Kay’s mouth. “All good,” he said. “Do you want the kids to have safe words?”

”No. I know what I’m doing. I’ll step in if needs be. And Doctor Paul is on set if there’s any trouble.“

”And Veronica? Red asked.

”Fluffer. Boner girl. I don’t really care. She’s not on film. If you and the guys need to be fluffed then go to Veronica. If you want relief after, the same. Veronica is the throw away fuck on set.“

”Ok,” Red said. “Sounds straightforward to me. We can ad lib those lines and I’m sure Gavin can add any sound later.”

”So we meet at 10am tomorrow at the bar. Except you and the guys will be early, Gavin, to set up. Which means we just have to check up on Veronica and those two old fuckers in the next room.”

Flavia rose and walked towards Kat’s bedroom door, just as a female squeal erupted from the hallway. Gavin and Ricky followed, but Red held KittyKat tight onto his cock.

”Nothing to see beautiful girl,” he said. “Just finish me off.”
 
KittyKat kept sucking. Except that was a pretty limited term for what she was actually doing with Mr.Red's big hard cock. She'd learned a lot and wanted Mr. Red to really enjoy the most exquisite blow job she could manage. A sensual combination of lips and tongue, fingers and palm, sensing how close he was, backing off, teasing, building his need, his desperation, filling his balls to overflowing, causing him the delicious agony of hovering on the edge of orgasm, needing the release, needing to explode, until he too, just as Mommy had done, put his hand on the back of her head and fucked her mouth until he shot load after load into her mouth and throat.

Judging by the volume of spunk she swallowed it had been a good blowjob. She hoped to perform even better the next day. Though with only a maximum of five available cocks, six if Ricky was available too, there would only be a limited amount of sperm to go around. But Mommy would make the most of the cum shots. It was her film, after all. KittyKat might want to shine but she had to follow Mommy's direction. If she did okay tomorrow there might well be other opportunities to demonstrate her growing sexual skillset on film.

Sitting up, KittyKat wiped the spills of semen from her chin and into her mouth.

"I hope I do okay tomorrow, Mr. Red. I know that Mommy is an artistic genius, but I'd really like to make her proud."

KittyKat wasn't sure if Mr. Red understood what she meant by that, understood her wish to be so good on film that it launched her as a porn starlet. Her future might well be determined by how things went the next day during filming.

Still holding Mr. Red's now satisfied cock in her small hand, KittyKat added, "Shall we go see how the orgy is progressing next door?"
 
“Don’t clean all my cum off,” Red said. “You look hot sporting all that goo.”

He stood and grabbed Kat’s arm.

”You’ll do fine tomorrow. You are a great fuck, a great sport, energetic, flexible, uninhibited. You’re a star. What’s not to be proud of?”

He kissed her, his mouth lingering over his remaining semen on her face.

”But listen. It might get rowdy tomorrow. I know you like fucking, and I know Flavia says she‘ll look after you, but if it gets too much, you only have to ask me to stop it. OK?”

They walked to her bedroom door where Flavia was leaning inside. The two old guys, the Professor and Doctor Paul, had Veronica on her back. Doctor Paul was kneeling astride the bed, fucking her mouth while he held his niece’s legs up for the Professor who was sodomizing her with one of KittyKat’s deodorants.

”I couldn’t get it up,” the Professor said ruefully. “I can’t believe it. So this is the next best thing. I think she likes it.”
 
KittyKat giggled at the scene, not really sure what to make of it. Veronica seemed content to be used though, and her uncle had clearly come to terms with another man enjoying her charms. She wondered briefly how Mommy would use the girl during the filming, and then decided not to worry about it. Mommy knew what she was doing, and despite Mr. Red's rather touching concern, would keep everything on track.

Still holding Mr. Red's hand, Kat moved next to Mommy and kissed her cheek, then turning her idol's head slightly kissed her mouth lovingly, erotically. Lifting one leg with her free hand she placed it in one of Mr. Red's hands, opening herself up nicely in an obvious invitation to the porn stud. Who obliged, and in a moment felt his large hard recently sated cock thrust into her cunt from behind in a rear entry standing fuck. Kat put a hand deftly inside Mommy's panties and began finger fucking her while still kissing her mentor and fellating her tongue.

She was in love with her Mommy and was almost a lesbian. But she did so adore cock. And spunk. And right now she wanted it all.
 
Flavia let Kat kiss and finger her without comment. She knew the girl was in love. With her mentor. Her mommy. And with sex. Hence her inviting Red to fuck her too, as if giving herself to Red was actually giving herself to Mommy.

And Red, as Flavia well knew, never refused an open cunt. Or a closed one, for that matter. The older woman felt Red's thrusting transmitted through Kat's body into her own. It wasn't a comfortable position to engage, but must be worse for Kat who stood, one leg high, her muscles straining while she transferred her weight onto Flavia, the girl's hand against her groin as much for purchase as for stimulation.

Veronica was vocalising, if not screaming. Why Flavia wasn't quite sure. The deodorant tube was smooth, not as big or as ribbed as the dildo Flavia had used on Kat in the Professor's rooms all those days ago. Why wouldn't the girl shut up, especially with her uncle's cock in her mouth. Scream, spit, suck, Veronica went, almost as if this was some learned routine which she'd decided guys liked.

"Come to my room," Flavia said "and we'll these three to get along however they want. Besides, she's doing my head in."

Flavia's bedroom was large and dark, but in the half light she could still discern the shapes she and her protege had left from their last sojourn on the rumpled sheets. She knew Red wanted Kat as much as she knew Kat wanted Mommy. And if Flavia were honest with herself, she would enjoy a long, hard, rough fuck from Red too. Perhaps if she and Kat lay flat, Red would get the message and move between them, maybe kissing one while fucking the other. It amazed Flavia how much staying power Red had, although she was sure he was on a diet of viagra, always ready to get hard and never waste a cunt.

And yet fucking before a long day's shooting wasn't the best idea. They'd be tired if nothing else, and Kat would be sore. Flavia had intended to spend the evening massaging the girl, oiling and greasing her, salving her skin, especially around her cunt and inside, deep inside, both cunt and ass, knowing full well what tomorrow would hold. So it would only be four guys, but it was going to be vigorous, energetic, invasive, violating. For all Kat's willingness to let anyone fuck her, there would come a time when she reached a limit. Where that limit was Flavia could only guess. She'd never really seen Kat get close and she knew the girl had Sophia in her sites. Did Sophia have a limit? Flavia thought back over Sophia's body of work, especially the scenes in the gymnasium. What was that? Forty guys? Maybe fifty? And afterwards Sophia had spoken to camera and let the film maker interview her about what had just happened. She must have been so sore, so spent, so ready to shower and sleep, and yet her old friend had chatted and smiled and laughed and cooed as if she was discussing the weather or what she liked in a man, rather than having just endured multiple cocks, penetrations, insertions, degradations, and played along for over an hour.

Tomorrow would be longer than an hour, but fewer men. And some of them, Red included, would also fuck Ricky. And maybe herself if she felt so inclined. Her role in the film was to first protect her children, then goad the men into raping them. She would be in shot, yelling and spitting and guiding cocks into holes, so getting fucked herself was more than likely unless she said no.

Even as she went through the scenarios in her mind, Red was penetrating her. Fucking was so commonplace in Flavia's life that she could do several things at once. Multitasking, they called it. The lot of woman who had to work, clean, cook, and raise children all at the same time. And fuck, it seemed.

Red was big. Flavia wasn't especially aroused or wet and she wondered if she should ask for lube. But he was deep inside her as she lay flat on her back, his torso held high on his stretched arms, thrusting hard, banging against her time-worn cunt. She imagined his cock head plunging down her vagina, punching at her cervix, stretching her body, punishing the skin still sensitive even after her life spent fucking for fun and profit.

And Kat's mouth was on her. Red must have fucked the girl first while Flavia was thinking. And he could fuck her again. Go from one pussy to the other. And back again if he wanted. She wanted to sleep, but she wanted Red and Kat to do whatever made them happy. Kat kissed her and she responded, sliding her tongue between the girl's lips, struggling to hold herself still as the man in her bed fucked her hard.

She loved them both in her own way. Kat and Red. Two of her all time favourite people, here in her bed, pleasuring her and being pleasured by her. What more could a mature woman want? A fit, strong forty something man with an enormous cock and an eighteen year old girl on the brink of porn stardom. It felt like the culmination of her life's work, the climax. And yet the climax would be tomorrow. Kat's screeen debut. Not just streaming, not just trawling the clubs and adult shops opening her legs for random people. Tomorrow would be the making of the girl. The day after which people would talk about the start of her career.

Flavia orgasmed. Her body took her by surprise. She squealed, bucking against Red's body and Kat's mouth, shivering and shaking like a teenager. What did these two think of an older lady like Flavia cumming between them? And did it matter?

Kat was still pushing her mouth against Flavia's face. With the orgasm subsiding, she pushed back, kissing, sucking, licking, tonguing, wishing Red could stay inside her cunt all night and Kat inside her mouth. But Red was withdrawing, still hard, his cock utterly undiminished. She heard him whisper to Kat to lie on her back with her head over the end of the bed, and open her mouth for him, and then the girl move, doing as she was told.

Flavia pulled herself up. Kat was facing away from her, Red poised to punch his cock down her throat. Flavia turned and knelt on the bed, opened Kat's legs and placed her mouth against the girl's cunt as counterpoint to Red's mouth fuck.
 
Could it possibly get better than this? Kat asked herself. Her Mommy loved her and was actively loving her between her thighs, oral lips to cunt lips, while Mr.Red slid his long cock into her mouth and the entrance to her throat.

She relaxed her body and went with the flow, allowing the two experienced lovers to play her body and enjoy it, saving some reserves for the next day's filming. It was like when an athlete warmed up, she supposed, preparing the muscles and joints for action, and perhaps she was a sexual athlete. Which brought back thoughts from ages ago about how much fun an International Sexual Olympics would be. She'd try and remember to suggest the idea as a film concept to Mommy the Director.

But for now, Mommy was licking between her girl's cunt lips and nibbling around her clit, exciting her and winding her up, making her ever so wet, while Mr. Red used her throat to fuck himself towards an orgasm. She hoped. Another orgasm, more appropriately. Kat realised that she was actually quite a greedy girl. She'd already swallowed one cum load from Mr. Red's balls only a short while ago; was trying for a second; had finger fucked Mommy; been fucked by Mr. Red; was being cunt eaten by Mommy. And still she wanted more.

Kat's fingers blindly felt for Mommy's head and gently stroked her hair and teased her ears, all the while pulling Mommy deeper onto her, wanting to orgasm in her Mentor's mouth, gift her the juices she was evoking, and also using her throat to coax Mr. Red into emptying his spunk into her.

Kat craved spunk. Yes, she was a lesbian totally happy making love to Mommy and being loved by Mommy. But she craved spunk, needed it, desired it, cherished it. And tomorrow, if she was very, very lucky, she might get five loads of spunk. If Mommy's directing and storytelling allowed it.

But tonight, she would have to make do with just two cum loads. And an orgasm. Because what Mommy was doing to KittyKat's kitty was sending her spiraling into climax.
 
As Flavia ate Kat's pussy she felt Red fucking the girl's mouth, his thrusts transmitted along her body. Surely he couldn't cum again tonight. How many times was that today? Three? Four? Flavia felt her lips form a smile even as they contacted Kat's pussy lips, her tongue sliding and probing around the girl's slick folds. The older woman pulled her hands forward so she could push Kat's thighs apart in order to improve her access to the girl's sex.

Outside in the living room, Gavin dozed on the rug. Beside him Ricky lay awake, his eyes straining in the darkness and what little light entered the room from the street. The Chinese boy dreamed of being fucked, but worried also. He hadn't chosen this life, but had merely fallen into it when he enrolled in Dr Martinelli's class. He'd googled his teacher and discovered her porn history, but straight porn and women didn't really interest him. It was why he was in the USA in the first place. No one at home in China knew he was gay and even though he'd been to gay friendly bars in Shanghai, he'd never really felt at home. Every old western guy he'd fucked had invited him to return with Ricky as his toyboy. But Ricky had resisted. He wanted to study abroad on his own terms. Audiovisual, broadcast, film and TV. And so here he was. But Dr Martinelli had other plans for him, or at least wanted him to work for her outside their studies. Or adjunct to it. He never really understood what the porn work was. Would he get credit? Would he be paid? And when he graduated, what then?

Gavin stirred. His classmate and lover was a mystery. Gavin liked men and women equally it seemed. He knew Gavin frequented sex clubs where he fucked older, monied people, much as Ricky had fucked western tourists for money in Shanghai. But Gavin also had ambitions to get into TV production, not just porn. Or maybe not porn at all. Gavin said the pay and conditions in porn were shit, whatever Dr Martinelli said.

Ricky listened to Gavin. Gavin knew what he wanted and how to get it. Ricky thought he might love Gavin, but he was OK that the feelings weren't as strong the oither way. Gavin had a girlfriend who was out of town, which explained why they were together tonight. Ricky had offered Gavin a threesome if he wanted, to keep his girl onside, but so far they hadn't met.

And tomorrow Rocky would be the bottom in a biker gangbang, filmed by Gavin and directed by Dr Martinelli. Was he ready? Was it a good idea? Ricky didn't know except that it was too late to back out now.

In Flavia's bedroom the older woman brought Kat to orgasm, whether or not Red could achieve the same. She felt Kat's thighs flex, her pussy lips flow with cunt juice, the young body buck and spasm, and then the release of breath, the moan, and the kick which almost made Flavia bite her lip. She pushed back, her tongue straining to reach as far inside the girl as she could, her fingers tugging at the girl, pulling and stretching, kneading the orgasm into something as tactile as it was emotional.

Enjoy tonight, my beautiful Kat, Flavia thought, because tomorrow you might just meet your match.
 
Ooh, what an orgasm! Kat adored how Mommy manhandled her during sex, using her body, enjoying it, feasting on it, devouring it. Kat adored Mommy. It wasn't just the sex, but oh, the sex! Kat knew she was loved and that her body was loved. Mommy loved her, loved her body. Made love to her, with her. It was a shared, mutual, unashamed and unrestrained celebration of their sexuality and sexual needs and desires, denying themselves nothing yet also giving everything. In other words, Kat mused, they loved to fuck.

And not just fuck. Being with Mommy was total sexual freedom. It was funny, in a way, because that was the aim of the Professor's education programme and scholarship, but she achieved it with Dr.Martinelli instead.

Katy Cook was a slut.

If that term meant anything anymore. The Prof had opened the door to slutdom, but Katy Cook had put on KittyKat and walked through it, and Dr. Martinelli was there on the other side to lead the young student into the perfect sexual freedom of slutification. She couldn't put that in her next essay for the Prof because it challenged his academic ego. But it was the truth. Perhaps a girl needed a woman Mentor to achieve truly satisfying slutification. Kat didn't know and didn't really care. While she would continue to analyse her sexual progress in academic terms and complete her course of study through to graduation, to justify her scholarship, Kat would devote herself to being Dr. Martinelli's disciple in all things sexual. Including, hopefully, a career as an actress-performer in pornographic videos. She dreamed of them having a lot of fun and making a lot of money together through erotic adventures. She wanted to make a film of them as a mother-daughter pair, maybe as prostitutes, party favors, escorts, or any other scenario Mommy could think of. It could be like a mini-series, a new adventure each episode.

Such were the thoughts buzzing through Kat's head as she wound down from her beautiful orgasm, with Mr. Red steadily fucking his big cock in and out of her throat. Surely he'd finish soon? Kat needed sleep in preparation for the next day's filming.

She intended to be up good and handy, poop, shave her legs and pits and trim her bush, shower and douche, no breakfast but drink juice, then do her hair and makeup including her nipples, and put on a loose dress with no underwear. She didn't want any elastic marks on her skin. Then she would be ready for her debut.

The first adventure of KittyKat the pornographic sex performer.
 
Flavia was first up. The day was cloudy. Cool. A good day for a porn shoot? Who knew. Indoors it didn't matter, and cool meant nipples stood out, but cocks not.

Kat and Red lay asleep in the superkingsize bed, her legs open and her beautiful unmodified pussy on display, his flaccid cock resting across his thigh. Thank fuck for superkingsize, Flavia thought, remembered all those immature grappling fucks of her youth in single beds, falling onto the floor or banging your knees and your head against the wall.

There didn't seem much to do. Kat knew what to do. Red too. The consummate professional. Or professionals, Flavia mused, the forty something man, the eighteen year old girl, her mentor, three professionals together. Forever? Hmmm.

Ricky was asleep on the sofa. Better in your own bed, Flavia thought, stretched out, comfortable, muscles stretched. But he looked beautiful. Naive, virginal, clear skinned, fuckable.... But was he ready? Really ready? Ricky who just wanted to learn how to direct and now would be just fuckmeat for the day. For the forseeable future. He needed a sugar daddy, Flavia mused, making a mental note to find him one.

Gavin had left, no doubt rounding up the crew and the gear and already on the way to Pahrump. Wonderful Gavin, she thought, who always knows what I want. Or nearly always. No, he was as near perfect as a student and a protege could get.

Which brought her thoughts back to Kat, making her smile warmly, involuntarily. Did she love the girl? What was love? And why be so arcane and analytical with herself? Who was she fooling? Of course it was love? Like with Red? He loved the girl, he loved Flavia, a triangle of love. A throuple. Is that what this was? And why label it? 'If it feels good just do it' had always been her personal motto. And this felt good.

Flavia cut some fruit and put the kettle on, then fetched the clothes she wanted them all to wear, laying them out in the other sofa without waking Ricky. Red could look after himself, but for Kat she selected the party dress: white, tulle, short puffy sleeves, high waisted, not too much cleavage. It wouldn't be on Kat for long. But it would ride up when she was thrown on her back or front, the stiff tulle standing up so that her ass and pussy were on display. It was a nice dress, but not expensive. Flavia could afford it to be destroyed today as she knew it would be. And she reached down for the strappy shoes, dangerously high heeled, as if any virginal young thing teamed a Shirley Temple party dress with porn heels. They will today, she thought.

For Ricky she selected the brown corduroy shorts with blue checked shirt, studs not buttons, and the braces. He would wear black rimmed nerdy glasses and heavy black boots. He would look like the Asian nerd from central casting.

And for herself? Flavia mused for a long while. She wasn't sure she would fuck today, but just take things as they came. She was Kat and Ricky's Mom, but she didn't want to be too Mommy-ish. Something slutty maybe? All tits and suspenders to contrast with the two demure virgins? She pulled a couple of outfits from the wardrobe and held them against her body while she looked in the mirror. Or go like a schoolmarm, hair up in a tight bun, glasses, buttoned-up suit? She couldn't decide so left the decision for later. Ricky was stirring and it was time everyone was awake and thinking about getting on the road.
 
Kat yawned, sat up, and gave Mr. Red's cock a gentle good morning kiss, and finally rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. Bladder empty, she wandered in search of Mommy, completely nude.

She found her love in the kitchen drinking coffee and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Morning!" Kat smiled at Mommy, beaming her excitement and anticipation and devotion and adoration and trust. She took a sip of coffee an then announced, "I love that suit and glasses you got out for yourself! But for me, it's shit, shower, douche, hair, makeup and that funny little dress you chose. Then let's fuck on film!"

Kat skipped away to carry out her tasks and before long they were all ready to go.

This was going to be a big adventure, a landmark in KittyKat's embryo career. In her life, really. In Katy Cook's life. She wondered what the Professor would make of it. She wondered if Sophia would be impressed, challenged, or more likely never even be aware of it. She wondered if her parents would ever hear about it.

So much might depend on the next few hours of work.
 
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Kat looked her usual virginal and unspoiled self when she wandered into the kitchen. She kissed Flavia on the lips. The older woman mused about how the girl could manage what she did and how she looked. Was I so fresh and unspoiled at that age, she wondered. But of course I was....

And she loved the dress. Of course. Kat was like that. Always appreciative. And it was a great dress. Maybe a little too young looking. Am I a monster, Flavia thought, for dressing her up like that? For all of it? A monster?

She was still musing when Kat went to take a shower and almost immediately the Professor walked in.

"Angus! I had no idea you were still here."

The Professor, hair askew, still wearing his clothes from last night, rubbed his eyes, took a sip from the coffee cup which Kat has just put down, and smiled ruefully.

"I slept in the spare bedroom. Not well, dear Flavia. Not well."

"And Veronica and Doctor Paul?" Flavia asked. "I didn't hear them leave."

"Nor did I," the Professor replied. "In the night I guess. Shame really. I think I might be able to get it up this morning."

Flavia watched the old man slump into a chair. Last night he hadn't got it up and so had sodomized Veronica with a deoderant can.

"Can I get you something else? Toast? A fresh coffee? We haven't got long. Off to Pahrump today."

"Pahrump?" The Professor rubbed his eyes again. "The biker bar. Of course. I remember. KittyKat's big day. I would love to be there, Flavia. You know that. After all, KittyKat is my discovery. My ward."

She couldn't say if he was telling her or asking her to concede.

"Well, Angus. Kat is your student, but maybe my ward, I think. And today, my subject, my star. I'm not sure you want to be there. There isn't a role for you."

He sighed and took a deep breath as if about to make a long speech, but then thought the better of it.

"I love her, Flavia," was all he said.

It was Flavia's turn to hesitate. Love was a big word. And so over-used that it could mean anything. Love her like a daughter? Like a top student? Like a fuckbuddy? Like a favorite food? Like a work of art? Like....

"You were loving Veronica last night, Angus. I mean..."

" I was fucking Veronica," Angus said abruptly. "Veronica is....trash."

Flavia couldn't help looking disapproving even if she agreed.

"Don't look like that. You know what I mean. You probably agree with me. Veronica is....discardable."

Flavia could hear the shower running and imagined the water coursing over Kat's body.

"Veronica is unchallenging, Angus. That's what you mean. Whereas Kat....is not to be discarded, but helped, molded, enhanced, perfected."

The Professor nodded. Flavia was glad he understood.

"I'll have a fresh coffee and go," he said. "I'm not sure we'll ever be on the same page here, Flavia, but maybe you're as good for her as I am. Better maybe. We can both play a role even if we will never agree on the definition of the perfect slut."

He smiled. Definitely a concession, Flavia thought. She boiled the kettle again.

"Kat may need a few days off class to recover after today," Flavia said. She might have said more, but she was in no mood for a concession. Rather, she wanted to savor the little victory she'd just had. "So drink your coffee and then I have lots to do."
 
The car journey was fairly uneventful, with Mommy driving automatically while her mind was clearly busy with thoughts of her filming.

This was going to be a big day for Mommy, too. Not just her Kat. While it was KittyKat's first pornographic movie, it was like a relaunch of Mommy's career as a Director and producer, as a mentor to a new generation of porn performers. How well they all did ultimately reflected on Mommy, and Kat was determined that she would do the very best that she could, which included listening carefully to Mommy and fulfilling her wishes.

Which was why Kat was sitting in the front passenger seat not wearing the dress or any underwear, just sandals and a robe. Which presently was open while she fluffed up her bush with a small hairbrush, wanting to ask her distracted Mommy if her pussy looked especially pretty today after all the attention she'd lavished on it. Kat wanted it fragrant, clean, attractive, sexy. It was going to get very messy over the course of the day with as many as maybe five different cock's penetrating her, cumming on her or inside her. But it would be nice if the first shots of her bare pussy showed it off nicely. Kat wanted more films to follow this one. She wanted to look ravishing, desirable, utterly fuckable.

They arrived at the studio and suddenly Kat was nervous. Scared. So much depended on the next few hours. She glanced at Mommy for reassurance and simply gazed with love and adoration and trust. Mommy was in charge. Everything would be okay.
 
Flavia pulled the car into the parking lot by the biker bar and switched off the engine. Kat hadn't said much during the drive. Nervous? Of course. The older woman smiled to herself. Nervous was fine. It might make the girl a little more tentative, more cautious, more likely to be taken during the fucking rather than be aggressive. It was what the punters liked. Tentative, younger girls who were fucked wide eyed, like a deer in the headlights, all those men, all those cocks, all those intense violations cumming one after the other, thick and fast, quicker than could be anticipated or adjusted to.

"Nervous?"

Flavia had watched Kat fluffing her bush with the hairbrush, over and over.

"I watched you with the hairbrush," she said. "You look so pretty, beautiful girl. And it's good to be nervous. You will be more thoughtful, more deliberative, more passive. One day, when you are an experienced star, you can eat men for breakfast on screen. But today, nervous is good."

Kat gazed back adoringly.

Flavia looked around. Gavin's truck was already unloaded. As she sat, Red arrived on his bike. She waved and he waved back, walking towards her.

The Professor had left without a word. She knew how conflicted he was. Angus wanted Kat for himself as much as he wanted the world to have her as their slut. The two desires were utterly incompatible. So he had gone home and KittyKat would become the world's slut. Starting today.

"Let's go inside and check the place over," Flavia said, patting the girl on her exposed thigh. "Do up your robe. Or go naked maybe. Whatever you feel comfortable with. I need to see that Gavin and the boys are set up, that the dressing room is clean. And I need a drink. It's a bar after all."

She laughed as Doctor Paul and Veronica pulled up in the Ferrari. The girl was wearing a bikini top which barely covered her breasts, and the shortest of denim skirts. Flavia watched Veronica bend to retrieve something from the trunk, exposing her naked ass. Veronica, she thought, is in for a treat today.

She patted Kat's thigh again.

"Come on. Nerves are fine, but it's time to go."

Flavia opened the door. In the distance she heard the harsh sound of the exhausts of several motor cycles. Not three or four, but many. Dozens. Descending on them like a plague of locusts. Roaring. Ever louder. And then, round the side of the bar, emerging in a cloud of dust, came maybe twenty of thirty motorcycles, each one ridden by a big man clad in black leather. She turned back, but Kat was already inside.
 
Kat wandered around the mostly empty bar, touching things, becoming familiar with the place, the layout, the furnishings. There were chairs, bar stools, tables small and larger, and a bar. Obviously. Quite high. If she were perched on there, legs apart being eaten out, it would look good on film, lots of detail, good for close-ups.

She had her robe loosely closed over her naked body, arms wrapped around herself as those nerves that Mommy had noticed twisted her insides and made her think of throwing up. Yes, she was nervous. Terrified. She watched Gavin and the boys adjusting the lights they'd brought, listened to them talking technical stuff. Those motorcycles were awfully loud, drowning out much of what was said.

And then Mommy and Mr. Red came in with a big biker, a guy who acted like the leader of the gang. He was saying something about twenty-four. They were arguing. Sort of. Discussing. Something wasn't as it should be. Kat could tell. But she was supposed to be KittyKat, the performer, confident, assured, unfazed, experienced fucker and cocksucker. And yet.

Kat felt the blood drain from her face and had to sit down before she fell. She understood what they were saying. There weren't only five bikers. It would have been okay if all the guys had been fellow performers, or meek students ready to obey Mommy. But they were big rough men, real men, used to getting their own way.

Kat stared open-mouthed and pale at the three grownups, unable to put on KittyKat, unable to move, her terror very real and paralysing.

She looked silently at Mommy, then rushed from the bar and into the bathroom.
 
Flavia was torn for a moment. Talk to Red or follow Kat into the bar. She chose the latter. The girl was wandering around examining the scene and the set up, getting the lie of the land. But before she could respond, Red and the biker leader hustled in, arguing.

”2 to 4,” Red was saying. “Twenty four,” came the reply. They were not happy.

Flavia decided she was needed to sort out whatever was the problem, noticing Kat leave the bar in a hurry in the direction of the bathroom.

”It’s a fuck up,” Red said. “This is Zip….yeah funny name….he said the text asked for 24 guys, but it was 2 to 4. I swear,” he finished looking hard at Flavia’s concerned face.

She folded her arms and leaned on the bar. Red hovered nervously while Zip stood and folded his arms as if reflecting her. The biker was a good looking guy, she thought. Tall, fit, stubble but not a full beard. And full leathers with a tight jacket open to the waist over nothing but skin, and pants so slim and fitted she wondered how he walked, let alone mounted his motorcycle. How old was he? Mid thirties maybe. Tattooed on his sparsely-haired chest but nothing on his neck or face. He might even be a professional like Red, she thought. A weekend biker.

“Zip,” he said. “Sorry lady, but it seems my old fried Red and I got mixed up somewhere. So out there we‘ve got 24 bikers who think they’ve come all this way to fuck some slut on film. 26 counting me and Red. You fucking today, Red?”

Flavia did her best to smile sweetly. It seemed like no one’s fault except her own for not taking care of all the details.

”Not some slut, Zip,” she said. “KittyKat, the best new talent in porn. We need to talk Red. Excuse us Zip, yeah?”

Zip smiled and walked towards the men’s bathroom. Flavia dragged Red across the bar and sat him down in a stall.

”So have we got a big problem, a small problem or no problem at all?”

He looked noncommittal.

”Well, they’ve come a long way. I didn’t offer money except for gas, plus free beer. How much food have we got?”

”Food is easy,” she said. “Nowhere in America is more than fifteen minutes from a pizza parlour. I’m more worried if they’re all set on fucking or how many we can send away. Or let sit and watch maybe. Will that be possible?”

Red looked unsure.

”Or maybe,” Flavia said with a twinkle in her eye, “we just ask KittyKat how she feels about a 26 man gangbang.”
 
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"Oh my, but she's cute! I thought you said it was just some slut we were all gonna fuck?"

The big biker's voice startled KittyKat as she peeked out timidly from the dark corridor of the bathrooms.

She had spent ages in the bathroom arguing with herself, imagining all kinds of scenarios playing out.

There was the one where she confidently walked out and calmly fucked every single one, demanding to know, when she had finished, why there weren't even more.

Then there was another where she hid in the bathroom, refusing to come out, with mommy banging loudly on the door, shouting at her, declaring that this wasn't how she had brought up her daughter, to balk at the idea of being gangbanged by a mere twenty bikers, how back in her day she'd have taken it casually in her stride, that Sophia would have jumped at the chance, that Kat wasn't worthy of being her daughter if she couldn't fuck twenty bikers.

Another scenario had her cowering in a stall when suddenly a group of the men burst in and dragged her screaming into the main room, throwing her onto the bar and spreading her legs, holding her down as one by one they thrust their hard erections deep inside her cunt, cumming one after another in her and on her, Mommy looking on and approving, encouraging them, giving camera directions to Gavin as he captured all the details, another camera filming her facial expressions.

But in the end, she simply walked back out of the bathroom, robe clutched tight, and peeped around the corner to get a look at the gang. The gang that was there to bang her. It had been the idea of Sophia that had pushed her into moving. She was still frightened, but if she was ever to challenge Sophia she had to do this. If she failed now, then her aspirations of being the best, most adventurous fuck in porn would be over forever. This refusal would be held over her for the remainder of her career. The girl who threw away her future. And over what? A mere twenty guys? Somewhere in the back of her mind lurked a personal goal of fucking fifty men in a single continuous session.

Sophia might have got her moving, but it was Mommy who strengthened her resolve. How could she let down her love, her crush, her mentor? Taking a deep breath she stepped out into the room and up to Mommy. She'd heard the last bit of the discussion.

"A 26-man gangbang? Is that all? For a moment there, I thought you were talking about a lot of bikers!" KittyKat tried to act with bravado, tried her best for Mommy's sake to appear unfazed, but her nerves expressed themselves in an awkward ringing of her hands and a startled look in her eyes.
 
Flavia heard Kat and turned as the girl assented to the suggestion.

”Good girl,” she said, “and I didn’t even have to ask.”

But it was obvious from Kat’s demeanour that the teen was still nervous and unsettled. Sure she’d seen Zip and received his compliments first, but as the rest of the bikers filed into the bar, it was apparent they weren’t all as fit and screen friendly as their leader. Indeed, the mix of fat, hairy, older guys was much more what Flavia expected to see when the whole biker bar scenario had come to mind. Red and Zip were the corporate face of biking whereas the guy who walked up to the bar with his gut hanging over his leathers and spat loudly onto the floor was much more ‘central casting’.

Flavia signalled to Gavin who was busy testing cameras and installing batteries.

”Can you check to see how much lube we’ve got? In my car. I always have extra, but it might not be enough for…..”

”Twenty six cocks,” Red said, completing her sentence. As he said it, he looked at KittyKat, emphasising the number to make sure she understood and wasn’t just being brave.

”We know the number Red, thank you,” Flavia said, not hiding her umbrage.

”Do I check on condoms too?” Gavin asked.

”That‘s enough.”

”I’m thinking of Ricky too,” Gavin said, turning and walking towards the door.

Ricky. Flavia realised she hadn’t seen or thought about her Chinese student since she arrived. Twenty six bikers was going to test Ricky too. But he could wait. Kat was standing forlornly, fidgeting, looking up into Flavia’s face, startled as if wanting her mentor to overrule or veto or….do what? The older woman suddenly felt uncertainty tinged with concern for her ward. It was out of character and surprised her. Is this how mothers feel, she wondered. Mothers who introduce their daughters to porn?

Flavia needed to relax. There was a joint in the car. She turned to ask Gavin to fetch that too, but he was out of sight. A joint was a good idea. For both her and her protege. It would relax them both, not to mention how good marijuana was for suppressing the gag reflex. But was one joint enough for Ricky as well?

”Follow me out to the car, Kat,” Flavia said. “There’s something I forgot to ask Gavin to fetch. And this place is too noisy now to talk. Do your robe up so we can keep these guys guessing a little longer.”
 
Robe wrapped discreetly around her slight body, Kat followed Mommy outside, almost skipping in her need to keep up.

“I'm so sorry I freaked, I mean that thing of hiding in the bathroom. It's just they caught me by surprise, I needed a little space to sort myself out, but I'm so ashamed I made a fuss and I won't let you down again, Mommy, or Mr. Red, but really it's you, and since you think I can do it I know I can, want to, need to. Kinda like proving myself? And 26 isn't really very many to be fucked by in one go, is it? It's not like it's a record or anything, and I heard what you said about some of them sitting it out and just watching but that's not really fair, is it? I mean, they were promised a fuck and they should get one, at least one each, and I want all of them to fuck me, if they want to, and if you want they can fuck me bareback, we got a Doc, and surely it's more exciting on film if their bare cocks are seen penetrating me? And they can cum anywhere you think best, whatever looks best on film? I want this to be amazing, groundbreaking, a triumphant first porno for us together, don't hold back, do everything you wanna film, Mommy, but at some point can you hold my hand as a guy fucks me, maybe hold my head as a guy fucks my mouth or cums on my face, stuff like that? I think we should make it really dirty? But maybe start like we're all surprised or shocked and stuff?”

Kat paused to draw breath, and although her nerves may have made her excessively talkative, she meant every word she said. A girl only made her first porno once, a debut was a once-only opportunity for a girl to define her future, and Kat wanted to land on the porn scene with a bang. A gang bang, as it happened, a biker gang bang. And Mommy was just the Director and Star to make it happen.

Perhaps they could follow the launch of the film with short tapes of her auditioning, such as the scenes they had already recorded of her with Mr. Red and Ricky fucking her at the same time. The more she thought bout the possibilities, the more excited Kat became about her future.

And they were about to take those very first life-changing steps.
 
Flavia smiled at the girl's long enthusiastic speech, and gave Kat a hug.

"You are a brave girl," she said. "And so good to me."

Flavia was almost tearful. Kat was so earnest, so insistent, so willing to please. But this was not going to be easy. The mother in her wanted to call it off, but the pornstar just wanted to go for it, wherever the scenario took them, and get the film in the can.

Red and Zip were standing beside them. Gavin returned from the car with a box of lube, way more than Flavia thought she'd brought with them. She nodded to him to take the box inside.

"Did you hear KittyKat?" Flavia asked.

Red nodded while Zip just hopped from one foot to the other, obviously aware of the noise emanating from the bar and anxious to start.

"What do you think?"

"Well, Zip...." Red looked at his friend who smiled, then placed his hand under KittyKat's chin and lifted her face to his, the movement causing her robe to fall open. Flavia heard Zip let out a deep sigh.

"You want to do this, gorgeous, don't you?" Red asked.

KittyKat nodded.

"And Ricky? Has anyone seen Ricky?"

As Red asked the question, the Chinese youth climbed out of the Doctor's Ferrari and walked over in his Poindexter gear, the doctor and Veronica in tow.

"Ricky," Flavia said. "You've seen how many guys are here." He nodded. "Zip, do they all want to fuck a guy?"

Zip shrugged. "Whatever."

"So is it the original scenario, the car breakdown, the family walking inside, the backstory, etc?" Flavia said. "Or do we just put the kids on the bar and film them getting fucked?"

Red, his arm around KittyKat now, but making no attempt to close her robe, paused for a moment. "It's too many guys to direct, Flavia. I think it might be the latter and we can edit a story in later."

"And you doctor," Flavia said. "Any concerns?"

Veronica's uncle shrugged too. His niece, dressed in only a string bikini now, having changed out of her clothes at some point, was pawing at Zip, rubbing herself up against him, running her fingers inside his open jacket and across his exposed chest.

"You've done this before," the doctor said. "Lube?" Red nodded. "Condoms?"

Everyone looked at KittyKat, then at Ricky. The two kids looked at Flavia, who looked at Red. Zip had his tongue down Veronica's throat and Flavia expected him to bend the girl over the nearest hood at any moment.

"Flavia?"

The older woman smiled, bemused that everyone thought this was a decision for her to make.

"We're all adults," she said. "I'll have them available and you doctor can decide on inspection if anyone looks suspect. But for me, condoms do not a successful porno make."

She scanned the faces turned towards her, but no one offered an alternative view.

"And Red's right. We film a gangfuck and worry about editing in a story later. So I guess that means naked, Kat and Ricky. We can film you later arriving clothed and having some of the guys, Red and Zip maybe, undressing you. But we start naked. On the bar. Yeah? Red, if you can tear Zip away from Veronica, please brief the guys while I brief the crew. Fifteen minutes?"
 
"Mommy, can I have a word?"

Without pausing to give her Mentor a chance to say no, Kat grabbed Mommy's elbow in a gentle but firm grip and turned her away from the others.

"I know it's your film, not mine, and you're the director, but pretty pretty please may I ask that we do this more like we originally said? I'll literally do anything and anyone you want in return for this favour, but pretty please Mommy, can we film us all arriving in the pretty sports car, all clean and innocent and nicely dressed, then go into to bar? I have an idea of how to get the sex action kicked off and we can edit in later the before-scenes, but I'd so love for my clothes to be gradually ruined and cum stained before being removed completely, my makeup and face ravaged by cock juice and my tears, getting more and more dishevelled until I've been fucked by every cock and taken every cum load. There's no way we'd get any kind of believable continuity unless we film this bit in sequence? Can we? May we? And can it be your idea, not mine? No one will listen to an inexperienced wannabe porn actress, but they will listen to the Great Doctor Martinelli, Director, and Star? Please, Mommy? Will you let your Kat daughter be gradually abused, stripped, raped, gang fucked?"

If Mommy would agree, Kat already knew what she'd ask of Mr. Red and Zip that would lead the way for the other men to simply follow their sexual urges and let the depraved gang rape scene play out convincingly. It wasn't going to be easy and Kat was pretty sure that she'd hurt once it was all over, but for a debut with a bang, a debut with a gangbang, this was her only chance and there was an urgent desperation and need in her to do the very best, or worst, that they could.

Kat looked Mommy in the eye, willing her to go along with Kat's plan.
 
Flavia listened to Kat in silence. Of course the girl was right. It's how they'd always planned it. It was what the girl was prepared for. What she wanted. All this mucking about, trying to be too artistic, too professional, looking too far ahead just complicated things.

"You're right, Kat," Flavia said, hugging the girl tight. "So honest and authentic and...brave."

She disengaged, then turned Kat about so she could look her in the eye.

"If it's what you want, you can have it. I'll direct, but it's you calling the shots. We can be co-directors, yeah?"

Flavia melted when Kat smiled, almost tearfully.

"Do you want to tell Red and Zip or shall I?" Flavia asked. "And don't ask. Tell. Then we'll brief Gavin and the rest of the guys. That just means the doctor and his car keys. And you making sure your party dress is just how you like it. I'll drive, yeah? And you and Ricky in the back seat. We'll drive up and park next to the bikes and then we'll climb out and walk hand in hand into the bar."

Flavia was almost crying herself now. She wiped away a tear as she led Kat with her arm round the girl's shoulder towards Red and Zip.

"Kat's got something to tell you all..."
 
Kat felt immensely proud. Not of herself, but of the trust and affection that Mommy was showing her. Proud of Mommy, and full of love and admiration for her. Kat truly would do anyone in any way Mommy wanted as a way of saying thank you.

"So guys, um, Mommy, that is, the Director wants to make this convincing and since I'm the one about to be abused she wants me to tell you what we want just so you guys know I'm up for it, okay?" It wasn't quite true, but it kept Mommy's authority behind Kat's ideas and allowed her to get what she wanted.

"First, you need to know and tell your guys that it's gonna be an unscripted gangbang gang fuck rape scene for the first half, then a, 'slut dares as many men to fuck her as can,' challenge. They just have to remember those two settings, and to let the cameras get as much access as possible to the detail of every sexual encounter, especially all cumshots. Their cumshots are to be immortalised on film! How cool is that?

"So the way it's gonna work is, it's done in one take. Mommy and Ricky and I drive up in the sports car, all neat and pretty, and walk into the bar. You two guys greet us with increasingly lewd and sexualised banter, in whatever way horny biker dudes talk dirty about sexual targets they fancy. That leads to you both manhandling and freely groping me, messing my clothes, raping me. Mommy will react and you just react naturally to her, but you're horny, up for raping all three of us, and have no fear of the law. Be forceful, horny, insistent. You're satisfying your own lusts not making love. Once you're both going at me, encourage the rest of the guys to join in.

"If we can, I'd like my dress splattered in cum and torn before I'm finally stripped fully naked. And on the first fuck-rape, can you shout out that I'm not a virgin, but a slut who already fucked? Mommy will react to that. So we enter, you call out dirty stuff and grope us, rape me, announce I'm no virgin, then open gangbang. Then I'll challenge the guys to maybe do the train thing with Spitroast. We'll see. You also have Ricky to fuck and enjoy. Raping Mommy is up to her and Mr. Red depending on how it's all going. Are we ok with that?"

Kat looked to Mr. Red and Zip to see if they got it, and to Mommy for approval and in case she'd missed anything.
 
Red and Zip looked from Kat to Flavia and back. Flavia nodded and Red nodded slowly back.

"Real time, huh," he said. "One take."

"Sure," Flavia said. "Just like we've done many times."

"With what? Thirty people in the room? I guess so. We're going to get crew in shot and who knows what else."

Flavia beckoned to Gavin and Ricky who stepped over.

"We're doing it in one take, OK? Starting in the car, the three of us driving up, walking in, Red and Zip have a few lines before starting the action, then everyone gets in on it, then...well, you know, just follow along. It's lots of bodies so close-ups are the issue, but you guys are good at that. You decide how you want to allocate the tasks, Gavin, but I think one roving camera for long shots and everyone else in the thick of it. Ricky, you look fine to get in the car..."

Flavia waved at the doctor. He was standing at the end of the bar, holding tight to Veronica as if to keep her safe from the crowd of bikers milling about. For some reason the girl had her tits out of the bikini top, but as she caught Flavia's eye, she fitted them back inside.

"I need your car keys," she said.

"Have you driven a Ferrari before?"

"It will be once round the block then parked out front. One shot."

"OK," he said, handing Flavia the keys. "I'd better get back to...."

"The fluffer," Flavia said. "Veronica wanted a role and she gets to be fluffer. And boner girl. It's going to be rough. A lot of work. She's going to be sore at the end of the day. But she knows all that. I just don't want her worn out before we start."

Flavia nodded in Veronica's direction where the girl was entertaining the crowd again.

"Kat, you and I need one quick trip to the bathroom to check on our wardrobes. OK? Five minutes, guys."

She took Kat's hand and led her to the back of the bar.
 
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