Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[ericrodman101]

For an instant, Angus froze. It was KittyKat he meant for the chat room, not himself. But of course, he was standing behind her. His face wasn't visible. He was the unseen man, a bit like in Sophia's Fuckworld. Just as instantly he realised his anonymous presence with KittyKat might open some exciting possibilities.

The watchers immediately focused on his standing there. Their messages scrolled down the screen, wanting to know who he was.

"What shall I say, sir?" KittyKat turned and looked up at him. He was drawn to the screen where her long, well-defined neck was now turned away from the watchers, her clear white skin stretching down to the black lace bra and lower to her panties. She was very attractive, very fresh and desirable.

And it occurred to him as he was about to speak that the tone of his voice would be important in the chat room. He would be the disembodied voice, the faceless man issuing KittyKat instructions, responding to her questions, guiding her responses, interposing for the watchers and mediating their wants.

He pulled his gaze away from the screen and gazed down into her upturned eyes.

"I am your daddy, KittyKat," Angus said solemnly. "You may tell your audience I am your daddy."

For a moment she looked for more in his expressionless face, but he smiled, giving her permission to turn back and type her replies. And as if to invite him to touch her again, KittyKat shrugged her shoulders. He placed his hands where the watchers would see them, kneading her skin slightly, feeling her relax under his grip.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, he's my daddy," she typed into her dialogue box, but the original questions about him had long scrolled away to oblivion.

Now that the Cam was broadcasting, the messages were a constant stream, too many to read and respond to. The pace was the same, but now there was no pause, no hesitation as the Service waited for the next viewer to try to communicate. There must be a whole string of messages sent that were just queueing, waiting their turn to appear.

"Oh look, there's a counter over here," she exclaimed, and moved the mouse over it. " 'Number of Watchers.' D'you think that's how many are watching us, me?"

Again she turned to look up at the Professor, feeling comforted and more confident with his hands back so reassuringly on her shoulders. "its over 800! They can't all be watching us, can they?"

She turned back to the screen and saw lots of messages all saying basically, 'Yes, we're all watching you, it's your count, and we can hear you too.'

"Oh my!" Her hands went to cover her mouth in surprise and a moment later she saw her screen image do the same, looking so innocently surprised.

That made her giggle.

"Thanks guys, hey I'm new to this!" she typed and saw lots of supportive comments crawl up the screen, all encouraging her to keep going, she was doing great.

Then she saw a few comments asking 'Daddy' to slip the straps of her bra off her shoulders, talking directly to him.

Without turning Katy typed back, "That's for him to decide," thinking she was being rather clever, assuming there was no way he'd actually do it. This was just an academic exercise. Surely that was a limit NOT to be challenged! But she saw on her screen that the Cam version of her was looking a bit apprehensive, and she stared at the hands she could see repeated on the screen in front of her, so warmly massaging her shoulders with a gentle minimal motion.

Her answer sparked a long series of replies, all addressed directly to 'Daddy', who they identified as the Decision Maker.

 

[ericrodman101]

800. And they can hear us. Jesus. Instinctively, Angus stood straighter. He could see his face wasn't visible on cam, but he couldn't help making sure to avoid being revealed.

KittyKat giggled, and then he watched her type 'I'm new to this'. More messages than he could keep up with flooded in. Angus had been in chat rooms before, but never with 800 watchers. He guessed the rooms he visited were more discreet, more niche perhaps, for the more discerning or particular gentleman. Chat rooms KittyKat would visit too, but in good time.

And then the watchers started asking 'daddy' to take off KittyKat's bra. What a surprise! They'd be asking her to suck his cock next. And then what?

The idea of getting KittyKat to suck his cock suddenly consumed him. It was on the cards, for sure, but in the first lesson? That wasn't the plan. Slutification had to be subtle, gradual and slow-paced. And all the result of the subject charting their own course and making their own decisions.

Angus drifted back from his day dream to realise KittyKat was sitting, her hands still, the unanswered messages rolling down the screen, and his hands gently massaging her shoulders. She seemed comfortable with it. And it was the only action currently occurring on cam. Probably a good idea not to interrupt it. But as for any other activity....time to play daddy. He peered at the screen where she was now telling them that he would decide what would happen next.

"KittyKat," Angus said solemnly. "Your viewers are restless. Your daddy can decide, but you are on cam. You are in the chat room. You have invited this attention. Find a request you can deal with within your limits. Then announce your decision."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy found the Professor a bit intimidating. It was like he had become the great Teacher, taking on a role which demanded the utmost attention and devotion to her studies. She could see why he was a Professor and not some junior lecturer.

Find a request within her limits? All the requests seemed to be the same, whether to him or to her.

Bra off!

Desperately Katy searched through the scrolling messages for something she could do. Nope, they were all more or less the same, and those that weren't were even more obscene.

She was torn. She had her limits. Certainly no nudity was among them. And what would he think of her if she volunteered to uncover her boobs to a group of unknown voyeurs? She didn't want him so disgusted with her that he sacked her from the scholarship programme, not when she had been doing so well.

She looked up at him, over her shoulder.

"Um, I'm a bit worried, pr, er Daddy. I don't want to do anything that would offend you, or lose me my place at the um, here, or on your , er, programme? I don't know what's allowed?

"I already pushed my boundaries by letting my face be seen. But unless I do something, I'm gonna lose viewers?"

When she glanced back she could see that her suspicions were already becoming reality and the numbers drifted below 700. Evidently the visitors were getting bored.

"How much freesom do I have?"

 

[ericrodman101]

There was something about KiiyKat's vulnerability, and especially the uncertainty in her voice, which amused the professor.

"You have all the freedom you want," he said in the solemn offscreen voice, "and all the limits you want to observe."

He watched as the number of viewers slipped down. KittyKat was concerned, but he didn't care. Tomorrow night, who knew who would be online? Who knew what she might be asked and might choose to comply with? And tonight? Sitting in her underwear would be enough for many of the punters. How many of the 800 or so had actually tried to communicate with her? The vast bulk would always remain silent and of those, a goodly number would be sufficiently aroused by what they were seeing to be jerking off, and making a mental note to tune in tomorrow even if it meant more of the same.

"Do not despair, KittyKat. You are doing fine. One limit at a time.You have already shown the world your comfort in broadcasting yourself in your underwear. Did KittyKat ever imagine yesterday, viewers, that today you would be enjoying her white skin and her nervous disposition? What will daddy be able to offer you tomorrow?"

The word 'daddy' rolled off his tongue as if he'd always thought of himself that way.

Angus felt he was giving KittyKat every opportunity to end the session or pick another limit to test.

"Perhaps you can suck your fingers for your fans before we end tonight," he said. "Seductively. Suck your fingers like you want to give them a message. Like you want to suck their fingers. Like you just want to suck..."

He wondered if she could hear him, as she sat stock still. He massaged KittyKat's shoulders a little harder. Maybe he should reach down for her hand and place it in her mouth. But that would show his face on screen. No, not yet. Maybe not ever.

And then it came to him.

"What would Sophia do?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"What would Sophia do?" she repeated and smiled. That gave her permission to basically do anything.

After all, the girl had sucked and fucked four men naked on screen. Nothing KittyKat did would compare.

Smiling, Katy spoke to the camera.

"Tune in tomorrow same time to see where we go next. I'm signing off, now, but a little present before I go!"

And Katy moved both hands to her bra and lifted it in one swift motion above her nipples, baring her tits to all the viewers still with her.

Then tugging the bra back in place she signed off, stopping their broadcast.

She was excited, happy, almost delirious in her boldness, and turned to grin up at the Professor.

Looking back at the screen her face fell. The cam image had gone; they weren't transmitting. But where it had been was now a still image, captured to represent her should she sign in again.

A still shot of her bra pulled up exposing her tits.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed, hand over her mouth.

 

[ericrodman101]

After all that hesitation, Angus watched KittyKat take control, flash her tits and sign off. It was the smart thing to do. Give them a taster. One step at a time. Leave them wanting more, so that tomorrow the same perverts would sign in hoping for something new.

And then, she surprised him again, being shocked at the sight of what she'd just done. The shot of her bra pulled up over her tits seemed to throw her into another round of indecision. KittyKat put her hand over her mouth and just sat there, as if somehow the girl on the frozen screen was the one in charge, and the live, flesh and blood girl sitting in the chair before him was the avatar.

He just let it play out, massaging her shoulders steadily, waiting for KittyKat to snap out of it. But the moment hung there, for so long that he spoke.

"So, you seem shocked by what you decided to do. Don't be. Sophia had no hesitation about displaying herself on cam for men. But like you, what we watched her do wasn't her first time. No, her first time would have been just like yours. Sitting still, hesitating, flashing her tits. It's the start of a long slow climb, KittyKat. From the first moments of freedom and self will. The first hint that somewhere far far away there is a limit you don't even understand, but just know it is there. You will travel far, finding yourself along the way, opening doors, stepping through, and closing them behind you. And one day, maybe when you are so used to living for others, you will come to that limit. Like Sophia. Fucking seven men at once, maybe. And when you come to that door, you will test it and find it unlocked or unlocked, you will open it easily and step through, realising there are no limits. Or you will leave it shut, go back the way you came. Or find another way through."

He had no idea what she was thinking. KittyKat just sat through the speech, taking his shoulder massage without sound or movement.

"But you have a long way to go," he said. "Tonight is just the first step. Who knows where you will go tomorrow? And we have some homework. Let's look at your notes to see what you've learned."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, my notes, er yes, my notes," Katy fumbled through the notebook, trying to remember the train of thought that had linked the various elements together, her ideas and conclusions on Limits, but also Needs.

Needs and Limits

Motivation and Personal Growth

But her mind was still mostly in another place. Katy kept glancing up at the screen, seeing the photograph of herself baring her tits. It was on the website, under her screenname for every visitor to see. Katy's naked tits. And her face was perfectly in focus. Incidentally so were her nipples, all puffed and pointy.

And the Professor wasn't bothered, seemed to think nothing of it. He wasn't the slightest bit disgusted.

Yet to Katy it was a big deal. Not only had she flashed her tits for the very first time, not just to a internet room full of strangers, but also her topless picture was now out there for anyone to see.

Partly she was a bit shocked at her behaviour, but also she was impressed with herself, and deep down she was excited. This was a new her. KittyKat. And she liked it.

The Prof had said something about walking down a corridor opening doors to her growth and personal development towards her ultimate bahavioural limit. Katy felt the pull, the draw to move on and on until she found it. She wanted to find the next door.

KittyKat wanted more.

"Who knows where you will go tomorrow?" she heard his words echo in her mind.

"Um, Professor Plum?" she turned in her chair to look up at him, his hands so comforting on her shoulders after the shocks of self discovery, "Do I need to come back here for another lesson tomorrow? Is it part of the Pre-School Scholarship Programme?"

Katy was really just clarifying, and hoped that the underlying desperation, the wish, the desire wasn't evident from her voice.

Katy needed more, but trying to do it on her own wouldn't be the same. She needed the Professor to nudge her, to guide her to the next limit, to help her break through. She could feel the anticipation lighting her up from within.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus could see that KittyKat was fixated by her image on the screen, even as she fumbled for her notebook. She couldn't take her eyes off the pic of her showing her tits, frozen there like some permanent memory of what she'd just done. He liked how it had triggered something in her. Probably both shocking and exciting in equal measure.

"Yes, of course you must return tomorrow for another lesson," he said when she asked. "You will have some group lessons when the semester actually begins, but our one-on-one lessons have commenced. Let's keep the momentum going."

The Professor took his hands off KittyKat's shoulders, stepped around and closed the computer screen. The removal of her tit pic seemed to release KittyKat from her fixation.

"I want you to think carefully about what you've learned today," he said. "Learned and put into practice. Today you learned about limits. Some are real like, say, seven cocks at a time is probably the limit for a girl fucking a group of men. But others are assumed, or made up to fill a vacuum in our experience or our cultural rules. Think about how many men a girl can fuck in a lifetime. Is there a number? An upper limit? Of course, it will be a function of how long she lives, how soon she starts fucking, how many hours a day she fucks, how many men she fucks at a time, and so on. It is a limit we can express mathematically as a combination of those variables. But it is not a limit we can express with any certainty in advance."

He thought she might want to speak so he paused, but no. So he went on.

"I want you to start keeping a diary. I want you to record your thoughts and experiences as we proceed. Tomorrow we will watch another video of a girl like Sophia testing her limits. And then you will go back into the chat room to test what you have learned. In the mean time, I want you to think about how you will present yourself. To me and to the viewers. Today you have come dressed as....well, as a typical college student. How can you change your appearance to show you are no longer just a college student, but a young, female college student who has learned something today. Think about it, KittyKat. When you walk in here tomorrow, when you sit before the chat room screen, how should you dress? How should you promote yourself as no longer the raw initiate you are today? It doesn't have to be something big. The more subtle the better, perhaps. A little change to your dress or your make up or your hair which says 'yesterday I was Katy Cook, and today I am KittyKat'. Do you understand?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Yes sir, I think so," Katy replied a little uncertainly. "Tomorrow I come back, but as KittyKat, the performer? The 18 college girl who learned something today about limits and did something about it?" She was thinking as she was speaking, trying to piece together what Professor Plum expected from her and what she had already grown into.

"And I need to demonstrate in some small way that I've moved forward. First to you, then in the chat room?

"I suppose my homework is to get it all straight in my head, and decide how I'll look tomorrow? First I need to come to terms with flashing my boobs. I never done that before. But it wasn't a big deal, was it?" again Katy looked up at the Professor for his reassurance. It was still a huge deal to Katy, but the Prof was so dismissive of it, she wanted to know she'd read him right.

She decided to keep her hair in a ponytail. Katy didn't want her facial image to be different from what she showed on cam today, different to her still image and what her audience would be expecting.

But she could maybe wear a tight t shirt top with no bra? Maybe a sweater over it while at home and travelling in, but then removing the sweater before her lesson with the Prof? Or not bother with the sweater but take her bra off before the lesson? Or she could wear a short skirt? Which might be nice, but had nothing to do with today's lesson. She could save that for the session after?

"I think one thing I learned today is that even when I set myself a limit, like no nudity, I might still break through it just like today. Right now my topless photo might be anywhere on the internet, my face with my tits out. I have no idea if it's already on Amateur porn sites. Maybe not. But I no longer can keep my nipples to myself. The image is already out even if I never flash again. The limit is gone for good."

Katy paused in her musings, feeling that maybe the lesson was over for today and she was about to be dismissed.

Katy thought she might have to be selective in how she described her Scholarship Interview Day.

 

[ericrodman101]

So she understood. Well, she said she did. But tomorrow would be the proof of that, Angus thought. KittyKat would turn up having changed just one thing about the way she dressed or did her hair, her make up. Or even the way she spoke or sat, or opened up to the screen. Did it matter what it was?

Angus wondered to himself if he actually knew what he wanted. Slutification. A dream project. Something to relieve the godawful fucking boredom of teaching day after fucking day. Taking a naive young girl like Katy Cook and turning her step by baby step into a slut. And her doing it voluntarily, by choice.

If it came off they'd both deserve to graduate. Although he'd have to think about the prize to award. He would fuck her for sure. But fucking a student was easy. All his professorial colleagues did it. Fucking the students was one way they compensated for the hours and the lousy pay and being treated like shit. Especially in the drama faculty.

No, he would think carefully about the ultimate goal. Merely fucking KittyKat at the end of the slutification process would be barely enough.

"No," he said in answer to her question. "Flashing your boobs, as you so poetically call it, was not a big deal."

We could go down to the college bar right now and see tits being flashed from all compass points, he thought, but he didn't say it. Clearly it was a big deal for KittyKat, which was why she was the dream candidate for slutification. A coed who'd never flashed her tits! Who'd have thought?

"And yes, the world has seen your nipples, so you can no longer keep them to yourself. Breaking a limit means it's not just broken one time. It's broken for good. One limit down, but how many to go? And in what order? And why that order? For instance, how did Sophia begin to break limits? Did she flash her boobs? Flash her pussy? Suck a cock?"

He looked for her reaction to these words, but she gazed back with the usual non-expressive face. Angus really needed her to leave. His cock was hard again and he was ready to watch a little more of Sophia, just on his own this time.

"We'll never know, of course, but we can surmise. We can even take a poll of young women, or the young men who've partnered those women, and find out. A poll is something to think about, along with everything else you've learned tonight. And I guess, that's about it for our first lesson. Do you have any more questions?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy knew when she was being dismissed.

"Er no sir, I'll come back tomorrow, same time?" She gathered her clothes and quickly tugged on her jeans, then her blouse. She really had no idea how she'd present herself tomorrow.

But worse, the Professor was bored with her. He hadn't enjoyed seeing her boobs, and didn't want her around any more.

Was she at risk of losing her scholarship?

Katy was all a dither and managed to miss the buttons of her top so they weren't lined up properly, but she didn't notice.

Grabbing the notebook and throwing it in her bag she hurried to the door, anxious to get away as fast as possible before she made any more mistakes and lost her place for good.

What if the Professor interviewed another candidate and liked her better? Someone sexier than Katy.

It was too much. She thought she'd been doing so well.

And how much could she tell her parents tonight? No details obviously, they wouldn't understand.

But she could say she was needed back for a second interview. That should work.

Hopefully tomorrow she'd find out if she really had the Scholarship.

In the meantime, she had some decisions to make about her limits and needs for the next day.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus dismissed KittyKat as quickly as he could. He knew he was being abrupt, but his cock was going to burst if he didn't unleash it and stroke himself to orgasm. He locked the door behind her and was already sitting and unzipping his pants before her footsteps had faded in the hall.

His cock was fat and red in his hand. He wanted to edge himself, but immediately he knew it was a lost cause. The hot rush of ejaculation coursed through his body and down the fleshy organ he held in his palm.

"KittyKay," he murmured out loud, "Kitty...."

The warm white goo spurted across the gap between his chair and the desk, arcing to an unseen spot on the floor. His body bucked in the chair, three, four, five times as he discharged. It was a longish satisfying release, but still over too quickly. Angus would have hoped to hold off long enough to find his favourite chat room, don his face mask, and perform for his group. But that was never an option once KittyKat had pushed him to the brink.

What did she think of him? He sat, cock deflating between his fingers, telltale stickiness on his thighs, and probably staining the pants dropped haphazardly down to his ankles. Would she be back tomorrow? Or had the whole experience been a cheap thrill for an older man, and unconvincing as an academic project.

He would email KittyKat, remind her how much progress she'd already made, list some of the main points they'd discussed, make a time for tomorrow's meeting, and see if she turned up. You could never tell with young women these days, he thought. They gave every impression of being naively open to whatever you suggested, but maybe it was an act and already KittyKat was laughing at him with her friends in some group chat.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Counsellor session two.

At the agreed time Katy knocked on Professor Plum's door.

She hadn't slept well. First there had been the nervous reflection all the way home, wondering if she had somehow outstayed her welcome. The more she thought about it, the more abrupt the Professor's dismissal seemed. But however much she chewed everything over, Katy couldn't work out how she'd gone wrong.

The only thing she could think of was of him being disappointed in her, like when he made those points about baring her nipples being a limit broken for good, and how many other limits were left, and in what order would she break them, encouraging her to consider Sophia from the video.

Maybe while she was churning these challenges in her head the Professor had expected a mature academic reply from her. Something well argued, with analysis, contrasting her own inexperience, being a blank canvas, with Sophia's more practiced sophistication. Maybe emphasising that they could only surmise how Sophia might have reacted had she been in Katy's position. Or rather, in KittyKat's position.

And that was the point, wasnt it? Professor Plum was trying to teach her to detach herself from Katy Cook and step into KittyKat the Cam Girl.

And then there was that conversation with Mum and Dad over dinner. As she had intended, Katy explained that she'd been invited back for Second Interview and was definitely on the shortlist for the Scholarship. It was as confident as she could be.

Obviously they wanted details, they were so excited, and Katy explained how nice the Professor was, how he was intending to personally tutor the successful candidate, how clever and perceptive he was, how gentlemanly on the tour of the campus, and how he gave her a practice tutorial session to test how open she was to knew ideas and critical thinking, to observation and analysis and personal growth and development. It sounded quite good when she said it.

And then at bed time Katy noticed she had an email.

The Professor had addressed it to KittyKat, clearly directing her to assume her new character. But he was kind and encouraging, making her feel like maybe she hadn't done quite as badly as she thought, though in her own mind she really needed to address the Professor's concerns as she understood them that maybe she should consider quite a comprehensive list of limits to break if she wanted to become a serious scholarship student.

It took her a couple of hours to construct what she thought was a suitable reply.

Thankfully he had confirmed that she had a follow up appointment, which was why she was back.

Katy, no KittyKat had opted for a tight blue t-shirt over stretch jeans, instead of the button front blouse and jeans of yesterday. The challenge he had set was to change one thing. So she had.

As soon as she was invited into his room, KittyKat set her shoulder bag on the floor and remembering his instructions from the day before immediately unfastened her jeans, stepping out of her slip-on pumps as she tugged the denim over her hips and down her legs, kicking the garment off by the door. Hoping he would approve of the white lace thong briefs she'd chosen for today KittyKat turned slowly on the spot so he could appreciate the rather minimal covering.

Then gripping the hem of her t-shirt with crossed over hands, she lifted her top over her head and off. Just like she removed her blouse yesterday. Except it wasn't the same. This was her one significant change.

Today, unlike yesterday, no bra. She was now topless. KittyKat was wearing nothing but a white lace thong.

Blushing gently but with a certain bravado, she picked up her bag and walked over to the chair, sitting near the Professor like yesterday.

She took out her notebook and pen, ready for today's lesson.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus spent the day just going through the motions. Sleep, eat, walk, class, teach, eat, fuck, fuck, fuck...he felt as if he was in some endless loop of pointless time wasting exercises designed to frustrate and take him further away from what he really wanted to be doing.

How had KittyKat felt about receiving that the email, he thought. Had she been able to sleep after reading and replying? He hadn't. The excitement of anticipating how she'd arrive at his room was too much. He'd forgotten how many times he'd jerked off in the night imagining her arrival. And unusually for him, he'd kept the light off. Usually he jerked off to Sophia's Fuckworld, lights on, sound up loud, cock in hand, spraying semen indiscriminately. But not last night.

Cam Girl, he'd called KittyKat in the email. And then came her reply. Jesus! He'd been lying on his back, cock hard, tugging himself painfully, when his laptop pinged. Christ! She'd understood. See you at the appointed time, he'd replied.

And that time was finally approaching. Angus sat behind his computer. Sophia smiled back at him, puckering her mouth, licking, blowing a kiss, before her face was engulfed in two strong hands, and an enormous black cock plunged between her lips, throwing her back onto the bed and then pistoning her head into the mattress. The oral assault was so brutal that she threw her legs up in response to each downward thrust, her naked and shaved cunt flashing pink each time beneath the muscled black ass crouched above her. God, how he wanted to do that to KittyKat. And he would do it. By himself, and joined by whomever he happened to find at the time. The young slut was destined to mimic Sophia's degradation for him. It was her destiny. And she'd do it willingly. And thank him.

And even as he roused himself to another orgasm and Sophia screamed 'fuck my fucking mouth, you black pussy', KittyKat walked through the door. Angus was gobsmacked, his cock in hand hidden by the desk. She immediately disrobed until she wore nothing but a white lace thong.

"KittyKat," he said, choking out the words. "I see...you have broken through another limit. Excellent."

Sophia was still screaming. And still being orally violated by the lone male. But his endowment was so immense, Angus couldn't believe it wasn't poking through the back of her neck and pinning her literally to the bed. He pushed his erect cock painfully into his pants, and sat with his hands on his lap.

"Bring your chair over here," he said. "I think we'd best start today as we did yesterday, with a lesson from Sophia. Yes, sit, please, and tell me what you see."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Obediently, Katy looked at the screen, scooting her chair closer.

The Professor seemed to prefer quick replies, though intelligent ones, and playing for time to think she replied immediately,

"Well on first inspection, sir," a phrase she'd heard that sounded academic, "Sophia appears to be having her mouth fucked," she hesitated and blushed slightly, not yet used to using such graphic language with Adults, "fucked by a very large black penis, sir."

Katy was nervous.

She was sitting in a Professor's office at University, notebook and pen ready on her crossed knees, practically naked.

Ok, she did have briefs on, a white lace thong. But that was all. It occurred to her that maybe KittyKat should have worn black heels too. Maybe tomorrow, if she passed all today's tests?

But she was almost totally naked. Her tits openly on show for the Professor's scrutiny.

Yes, she was nervous. This was a huge step for her; and a Limit dramatically and emphatically broken. Forever. No going back.

The look on Professor Plum's face as she had stripped for him, and presented herself for his assessment, had felt like a reward. She thought she'd detected approval. And what had he said? Something like 'You broke through a new limit, excellent.' He'd said excellent. It made her glow inside. Surely only Scholarship Students earned an excellent?

And despite this being a purely academic exercise for the Professor, Katy did so hope that he thought her tits excellent. Well, the whole of her really. She wondered if she'd ever hear him say, 'You have excellent tits, KittyKat,' and clung to every glance of his that she felt drifted to her bare chest.

Katy continued, "Yes, Sophia seems to be experiencing something new, perhaps she's never had such a large penis in her mouth before?" and Katy glanced at Prof P to see if she was on the right lines, "it's about her going another step forward in her journey of Dramatic Expression, in her case Sexual Public Performnce, though I'd guess it's more the style of the ravaging that's new to her, maybe the forcefulness? Her mouth seems to be coping ok with the huge size of the Organ, and I doubt this is her first Black and White performance, so I'd guess the Development is how hard a face fuck the black stud is giving her?"

Katy sat back in her chair, hands relaxed holding her notes on her bare thigh, shyly presenting her tits again, desperate for Prof P's approval of both her body and her thoughts. She watched his eyes.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor sat up straight, trying everything to distract himself from how hard and painful was the erection in his pants. Pushing his cock back in when KittyKat arrived had been hurried, and when he'd zipped his pants, he'd caught the head uncomfortably.

He'd also found it difficult to concentrate on the screen, even as Sophia had choked on the big black cock in her mouth, with KittyKat sitting beside him naked except for the white lace thong. And she sat so virginally, as if this was how she presented for every teacher and every class, naked and fresh, shoulders back, breasts out, her cunt neatly stashed behind the flimsiest film of fabric.

To top it off, KittyKat's description of Sophia's antics had been arousingly anodyne. "Perhaps she's never had such a large penis in her mouth." She said it as if Sophia was eating a carrot.

And then she mentioned the force with which the unseen man was assaulting Sophia. "Her mouth seems to be coping, "KittyKat said. "It's all about how hard a face fuck she is receiving."

Angus saw that when she finished speaking and sat back, she watched him closely. What was KittyKat looking for? Approval, of course. She wanted to impress him. And she had. Oh, how she'd impressed him. Other young women might have been shocked at Sophia's oral rape, or disgusted. They might have turned away or left the room, crying. Or threatening him. That was the risk he was taking showing a young student something as shocking as what was still appearing on the screen.

"That was very good, KittyKat," Angus said. "You have a very mature way of perceiving things which might on one level be shocking, but on another, on the level you perceive them, are just another life experience, just another way one person can relate to the world around them."

"Sophia probably started out just like you did yesterday, young and naive, ready to learn from her teachers. She knew something about norms, about limits, the things she'd been taught in her home, in her school, by the environment around her. Yet here she is..." he looked at the screen. The face fuck was relentless. She had her head bent backwards over the edge of the bed. The cock, in vivid close-up, was being rammed into her throat, bulging out her skin, withdrawing and ramming in again. It almost looked as if the film had been sped up, so rapid and punishing was each thrust...."giving herself up totally to the pleasure of the unseen man, happy to be nothing more than an appendage on the end of his cock, a void to be filled by his cock and no doubt soon, by the discharge."

"Let's think ahead a little, KittyKat. Today you have cast aside a limit, the one which says to us all 'dress modestly in public'. You have done well. Dressed the way you are has not distracted you, not diminished your capacity to perceive something as potentially shocking as Sophia's mouth rape. Yet so many of us allow ourselves to be distracted by things which don't matter, like how we dress, and how we relate to others. When you and Sophia seem to overcome such superficialities. You can happily sit naked before me...yes not quite naked...before me and yet still go about your business, and Sophia, well Sophia has been able to subvert every desire to conform to norms. And as we are about to see, Sophia's liberation goes even further than we may have thought."

As they watched the camera panned back. The man's naked and muscled body came into shot, and his face, taut with concentration. And then the other men in the room, naked, stroking their cocks at the end of the bed, waiting their turns.

And then further, until the viewer realised that the entire scene was being played out in a small auditorium, like a school sports centre, rows of seating all round, which seemed to be occupied by an audience. All men, in various states of undress and arousal, some seated, stroking, some standing or walking towards the bed set on a dais in the centre. And high up on the wall at the back, a large screen on which the scene was being replayed for everyone in the room.

"We'll go to the chat room again in a short while," Angus said. "But first, what would you say about Sophia's achievement now?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy pondered the question, knowing that again the Professor needed an immediate answer even while she formulated something more considered.

"Sophia's achievement is ... remarkable," she said quietly, somewhat overawed by the seasoned performers predicament.

"I mean, that forceful facefuck was impressive, how she seemed to revel in it, in being used almost as a masturbation tool, taunting the big stud. But for her to do that knowing just how many more erections were lining up to use her! Remarkable."

Katy was still coming to terms with how more and more of the scene had been revealed; not just a roomful but a whole audience full of potential sexual partners.

She allowed herself a moment's hesitation to reflect. She had just got a 'very good' from the Professor, who had complimented her mature way of looking at things and Katy felt herself glowing at the hint of praise, which had relaxed her posture a little so that her shoulders dropped and her tits thrust out forward a bit more.

And Professor Plum really approved of how she had broken through yesterday's limit of modest dress in public, though she still had further to go. As he pointed out, she was not quite naked, which she recognised as a gentle hint toward future development. It also made her consider if she might explore the in public part some time? After all, Sophia had overcome the desire to conform to every norm. Now there was a challenge, a whole set of limits.

But what was running over an over through her mind was the Professor saying
Sophia was nothing more than an appendage on the end of the big black penis, a void to be filled by his cock and by the discharge.

Katy continued, "That's an amazing revelation, where the camera shows the other men by the bed, and then the whole audience, with a huge screen making sure no-one misses out on seeing all the detail of Sophia's nakedness and of the huge penis driving into her mouth? Can we replay that bit? And I hope, um I mean I wonder if the camera managed to record the moment of his discharge, too?"

Katy knew she was breathing faster, could feel her chest moving up and down, half hoping it would draw his gaze back again to her tits, if just for a moment, while she watched his eyes for further approval and affirmation.

 

[ericrodman101]

So, KittyKat wanted to see the black guy cumming in Sophia's mouth. And why not? Angus loved watching that bit. Indeed, he loved watching the compilation of Sophia's cumshots, scene after gobsmacking scene of beautiful blonde petite Sophia being showered and flooded and sluiced with semen, and then guzzling and gargling and spitting and coughing it up for the camera. If there was one part of Sophia's act he liked even more than the way Sophia received cock, it was the way she gave herself up as a cum reservoir.

"Yes. Of course we can watch Sophia receiving the discharge."

He looked at KittyKat, her naked breasts heaving. Was she nervous? She certainly seemed breathless for some reason. Perhaps it was cooler tonight than he realised, but then he was clothed.

"And I'm very pleased that you recognised the importance of the cum shot. Fucking on film. Being mouth fucked or cunt fucked or ass fucked is the obvious part of the transformation Sophia has under gone. She has overcome the conservative notion that the penis must be fitted into the vagina, and as she is doing now, is allowing the man's penis to be fitted into her mouth. Or if we look even closer...(the professor zoomed in)...fitted into the back of her throat. See how Sophia's neck is bulging as he thrusts deep inside her. His cock is much longer than anything Sophia could accommodate just in her mouth."

He stood back a little as KittyKat leaned forward and concentrated on the screen. At this angle her bare shoulders were just at a comfortable hand height and he was tempted to massage her.

"But the cock thrusts and withdraws. Sophia's throat is alternately plugged and unplugged, so she is modulating her breathing and her swallowing in response to the pattern of the constriction. When he cums in her mouth, however, the constriction is not temporary, but permanent. Yet she does not swallow, but holds his discharge there and shows him, and the camera that his semen has not drained away. Nor does she spit it out. Watch."

They both turned to the screen now. The black cock, many times larger than real life given the zoom the Professor was using, plunged into Sophia, suddenly slowing as it approached the point of release. And then, it stiffened, the thrusting stopped, and the smooth cock head was held, poised at Sophia's open mouth. As she held her lips wide open, and her tongue stretched out, the cock spasmed and the white goo spurted into her oral cavity.

"Sophia doesn't flinch, see? She is used to the taste, of course. And the feel of the pressure on her tongue. Here she is simply allowing him to deposit his seed into her as if she was a cup. In a moment we will watch Sophia receive semen deep inside her throat, across her face, in her cunt, and then in her ass. And perhaps...."

He paused. KittyKat was engrossed. Sophia held her open mouth up to the camera and gargled the sticky white load before pursing her lips and forcing it out onto her face. Then she traced her fingers across her lips and cheeks, regathering the semen and sucking it back into her mouth like honey.

"...perhaps..."

He was going to say 'perhaps you would like to emulate Sophia'. In the interests of testing limits and authenticity and inquiry, of course. But there would be time for that. Time for everything. When they were done, when his 18 year old scholarship student was ready, Sophia's exploits would seem like child's play, like the mere naive experimentation of a young woman on a night out, happening upon a crowd of men and opting to please them. KittyKat's transformation, on the other hand, would not be so casual. So opportunistic. It would be the work of a master, with her consent and her active participation. She would say yes to each and every degrading act, a willing partner in every violation in her quest to graduate.

"Perhaps you would like to see Sophia's other cum shots. Her cunt and her ass. Yes? You should take notes of the different styles adopted by the men and then her responses. Sophia is acting essentially as a repository, a bucket, but that doesn't mean she is passive. On the contrary, the ways she chooses to be filled are as varied as the cocks and styles of the men filling her. Let's watch some more."

The Professor leaned forward, took the mouse and clicked onto another video. Cumshot Compilation it was titled, accompanied by loud electronic music with obscene lyrics. The first scene began with Sophia blowing a kiss at the camera, before rolling over and opening her mouth like before. This time two cocks hovered over her upturned smile, before two disembodied hands grabbed her mouth, pulling it into a grotesque gash.

"Mouth, first, KittyKat. Mouth, then cunt, then ass. Are you taking notes? Or would you prefer to pleasure yourself while you watch."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy knew that the Professor was testing her, seeing if she would be shocked or outraged at his suggestion of 'pleasuring herself', and by his use of language and video content, the dirty language accompanying the jarring music.

But she was determined to prove herself worthy of the Scholarship, and showed no reaction at such an outrageous idea. In fact, she tucked it away as another limit that at some point in the future she might surprise him and break through.

Instead, she leaned closer to the screen, obediently scribbling brief notes as she watched, eager to see two cocks disgorging their semen straight into Sophia's waiting mouth.

In big letters Katy wrote in her notes, 'CUM BUCKET', pleased with herself at being able to write such an obscene thing in a University lesson.

As she had watched Sophia playing with the large load of thick sperm in her mouth, Katy found herself almost copying Sophia's oral movements and envying her the experience of being used to the taste of cum. That was a limit Katy intended to break through once her University career started; getting to taste semen, preferably from more than one source.

But Katy was also revelling in more praise. How she loved to hear it. The Professor had complimented her on the keenness of her observation and conclusion. He'd said how pleased he was that Katy recognsed the importance of the cumshot. Now there was a nice word. She dutifully wrote it nice and big under her previous entry. 'CUMSHOT'.

"Yes, I'd like to see, um, I mean it would be useful to see her mouth being filled with semen. Perhaps we could watch these two penises empty their load into her mouth in slow motion, to fully appreciate the splendour, um, the Limit breaking of the action, and Sophia's response?"

Katy looked briefly up at the Professor hovering by her shoulders, that like before she rolled a little in an unspoken invitation for his hands to rest there, while her eyes again sought his approval. She hoped he hadn't noticed her lapses from academic analysis into erotic enjoyment at Sophia's exploits, and maybe jelousy at the other girl's experiences.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus watched over KittyKat's head as she leaned into the screen. He was sure she was offering her shoulders to be massaged, just as he'd offered up the suggestion that she pleasure herself. He was on the point of placing his hands on her bare skin when she put pen to paper and in big letters wrote 'cum bucket' and then 'cum shot'.

The images of Sophia being cummed on and in rolled before them both. KittyKat seemed fixated, so much so that when the Professor did engage with her shoulders, he felt the merest distracted response, a slight return of pressure as she adjusted under his touch.

"Note how Sophia reacts to each situation," he said. "She is no passive receiver. See, here she will use her tongue to stretch for the cum as it spurts past. And here...."

Did she purr slightly as he massaged her? Oh yes, KittyKat, you go ahead and purr.

"...and here she will milk the cock, twisting her fingers round the slick shaft and then drawing them down to the head to ease the semen along the canal and through the slit to where she can harvest it."

He kneaded her shoulders a little harder. The image on the screen dropped from Sophia's mouth to her cunt.

"Now we have moved on. The cock which is inside Sophia will withdraw and hover over her flesh. But she was enjoying the penetration, see? She will replace the cock with her fingers and...ahem...pleasure herself. So as he deposits the semen on her body, marking her as his, she will respond by demonstrating how she is his equal, the equal of his cock, making a multi-headed cock with her fingers and continuing the violation of her body, but now by her own agency."

He watched KittyKat's hands, waiting to see if she would mirror Sophia's digital example.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mm his hands felt nice on her shoulders; Katy was thrilled that she was so successful at inviting that particular contact without having to say anything, and it gave her an idea.

But most of her attention was divided between the screen and the Professor's words, his instruction, his teaching.

Katy could feel her arousal growing even while the Professor was unaffected, watching the amazing succession of cocks of all types disgorge fresh cum over the lucky Sophia. That part where in slow motion Sophia's tongue stretched unsuccessfully to capture the thick creamy stream of semen jetting past her mouth just emphasised how much sperm was to be desired. Katy was totally looking forward to discovering those delights for herself once her College time began in earnest.

But Professor Plum kept stressing Sophia's actions on her own body, and in big letters again Katy noted down, 'PLEASURING HERSELF VIOLATING = MASTURBATING'

Katy was no stranger to masturbation, but to indulge in front of someone else would be a big limit broken, and she hadn't even taken her briefs off. Yet.

But one limit at a time. That's what the Professor urged. And she'd already broken through one major limit in today's session by getting her tits out, tits that hadn't really been complimented yet. Maybe that would happen when she started her Cam session?

A thought occured to her.

"Um, Professor, sir? I don't know if you want me back again before the Semester begins, but um, if we did continue this teaching theme and my er Personal Development, would the Scholarship fund cover my travel costs? Just so I don't um lose the momentum, the progress I think I'm making?"

Without looking up at the Professor in case he realised she was fishing for compliments on her progress, acknowledgement that she had the Scholarship, and for an invitation to continue the addictive diet of guided viewing of graphic pornography, Katy kept her attention fixed on the screen, watching Sophia's masturbation technique, seeing how she adapted to the presence of a camera to allow the viewer uninterrupted access to her pussy, clit and fingers while still pleasuring herself.

Katy pressed her thighs together, and surreptitiously slipped two fingers into her mouth, gently fellating them while she awaited the Professor's reply.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus watched KittyKat taking notes in capital letters. Jesus, watching a young girl write dirty words worked for him. He found himself massaging her shoulders a little harder than he intended. And looking down onto her quite delightful breasts which would be a highlight, he thought, on cam later.

The real question he hadn't answered for himself was whether she should break any more limits today. He loved how she simply lapped up everything he said. Angus was never sure it wasn't an act at first, but now he was convinced KittyKat just wanted to please him. It couldn't be better. The only thing he really needed to ensure was his patience. Just wait, go slow, take all the time in the world, and KittyKat's complete and utter slutification was assured.

Which is why as they watched Sophia being violated, and violating herself, he was a little disappointed that KittyKat's fingers only found their way to her mouth. Her cunt would have to wait, he mused.

And then there was the scholarship she kept asking about. He'd really have to take care of that. Type up some bogus letter. Travel costs? What the fuck? It never occurred to him she was travelling far. Or did she want an exchange class in some fleshpot? Now that had possibilities. If KittyKat was happy to break limits here on cam, what might she do in some foreign place where no one knew who she was. The Professor had this little vision of KittyKat being gangbanged in languages she didn't speak, a sort of United Nations procession of multi-coloured cocks plunging into her while she smiled and tried to remember how to say 'thank you kind sirs' in anything other than English.

"Yes, KittyKat, you are making wonderful progress. I will prepare the scholarship letter tonight and sort everything out for you tomorrow. Travel costs? Well, I might have to consult the purser about that. How much do you think you will need?"

He waited for her to answer. Meanwhile Sophia was reaming her own cunt with her fingers as two male mouths swung in and out of shot, their tongues darting round her fingers and contacting pink flesh. If KittyKat wasn't going to finger herself in front of Sophia, would she do it on cam, he wondered?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Well sir, about ten per day for the train would cover it. Depends how often you want me here before College officially starts? I mean, it's good to know I got the scholarship and I'm doing ok, but did you want a kind of teaching schedule for this pre-course Instruction?

"I mean," Katy paused as on screen Sophia drew out a bead of thick stickiness from her open vagina which was instantly licked up by one of the guys who's tongue was enthusiastically lapping at the girls pussy, "Oh my! He actually slurped that up!"

Looking down at her notebook Katy added, 'pussy juice EATEN!!!'

"Sorry Professor, where was I? Oh yes. I know I'm making progress in my Personal Development, in breaking limits imposed on me by others, society, family, school, even myself."

Here Katy again paused, thinking how she was actually enjoying breaking those limits, slowly, in a deliciously controlled way, encouraged by her Professor, and also how she was enjoying being made to talk about it, talk about breaking limits of acceptable behaviour, growing in personal freedom, personal sexual freedom. It was probably all boring old hat to the Professor, she was probably quite boring for him, but if he was making the effort to help her, teach her, she owed him her best efforts.

"But I was thinking, more wondering, really, since I'm breaking one limit at a time, how many sessions, how many limits there might be in this run up to the summer break?

"I got my exams soon, then I'm free till College. I was thinking of maybe geting a job, to broaden my horizons? Would that be a good idea? Or would it get in the way?" Katy wondered just how much more shocking behaviour Sophia had recorded that they might watch, and wondered if she should start her own video diary? What would the Professor think if she suggested it? Maybe a compilation of her Cam sessions? Could that first session already be recorded on the computer?

Katy was leaning back now in her chair, the Professor's firm shoulder massage feeling wonderful, her attention more on her notes than the screen now that there were no longer any penises penetrating her body or spewing delightful streams of spunk over her.

In big letters she wrote in her notebook, 'CAM SESSIONS AS A VIDEO DIARY?'

 

[ericrodman101]

The scholarship. Hmmmm. Ten a day for travel. He was going to have to cover it himself, Angus thought. He could afford it for sure, but ten a day? Forever?

No, not forever. Only until KittyKat was completely and utterly and irredeemably slutified. By which time, of course, he'd be earning that back many times over by pimping her out, physically and digitally.

"It'll be in arrears," he said. "You submit your travel claims at the end of the month for reimbursement."

He smiled to himself at such an anodyne conversation. Here he was, a mature aged man massaging the shoulders of a naked school girl while they watched hardcore porn together and made notes. And she soaking everything up, a blank page on which he was writing....speaking of which, he looked down to see she'd written 'pussy juice EATEN'. He'd almost forgotten what was happening on screen.

"Yes," he said, "you're making good progress. With your limits and your notes. We are nearly done with the film for tonight and ready for the cam. But I want you to make sure when you take notes, that you treat that as a limit breaking exercise too. I want you to write down what you see on screen and what you are thinking, but you need to be more adventurous. 'Pussy juice eaten' is a good start. You need to use the language of the film. When you hear Sophia say to her lovers 'fuck me in the ass', I want you to be graphic and descriptive. What does fucked in the ass mean? How does it feel? Is there only one way to be fucked in the ass? Or many? When I review your notes I want to get the full picture from you of what you saw and imagined and what you anticipate."

And can refer back to when you are fucked in the ass, KittyKat.....

And then she asked him about getting a job. Oh dear. Was that really necessary? Did she need the money?

"I don't want that to interfere with your studies," he said. "It's vital that you put them and our time together first. What did you have in mind?"

The Professor racked his brain to come up with a response that would see KittyKat make some money and still spend all her spare time at college. Camming for money it would have to be. But was she ready to perform on webcam for money? Was he ready to make it happen?

And then he watched her write 'cam sessions as a video diary'. Perfect. They were on the same page after all. He leaned over and clicked the mouse. For a moment the screen was filled with Sophia's cunt, her fingers deep inside spreading the pussy lips, frozen in some grotesque masturbatory pose. And then the webcam site opened.

"It's time, KittyKat, for you to show the viewers what you've learned tonight about limits and self exploration."