Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[AndreaSubbie]

Kittykat was on display in what must surely be the lewdest way possible.

Legs splayed, bum exposed, multiple cameras focused on her cunt, shit hole, legs as well as tits and face. And the Prof and Friedrich were discussing her pussy hair as if she didn't matter, her opinion and wants didn't matter.

And they didn't. That really was the point. Kittykat was of no consequence in herself. She was a tool for sexual exploitation, and that was her path to total freedom.

It seemed best, under the circumstances, if Kittykat made no contribution to this conversation. After all, her instructions were to make no attempt to alter or affect what the Prof and Friedrich were doing to her, whatever the violation or despoiling.

The more the men talked, the more she thought, the wetter she became; a small river of arousal flowing from her cunt to her shit hole. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. But a truly liberated slut would welcome such attentions; and Kittykat was supposed to be growing into that very role, enough to break Sophia's five-man record, for instance.

But first, her virginity had to go. And before that, her virgin cunt's state needed to be established and recorded. And maybe some of her bush needed removing to allow the many cameras, and her audience on cunt row, an unobstructed view.

The combination of the Prof's delicious comments and his fingers on her leg and in her bush were pushing Kittykat to the limit. Her tummy was on fire from within and it took all her control to silence the whimpers that threatened to seep from between her bitten lips.

By comparison, Friedrich was quite rough and exploring, as if he'd never been so close to a cunt in his entire life. That too was erotic, in a different way. She could hardly wait to feel his incredibly wide cock penetrate her cunt.

Kittykat was desperate for her long awaited fuck.

But first, the examination. She watched events unfold on the big screen, in multiple simultaneous action from the many cameras.

This was going to be an epic show.

 

[ericrodman101]

" Ah, KittyKat," the Professor said. "So stoic. So compliant. I ask you if you want your bush shaved and you remain silent. Perfect."

He could see a moment's concern in KittyKat's eyes as she lay back, adjusted to the sling, and endured his light caress and then Friedrich's more vigorous invasion. He let Friedrich satisfy himself, waiting while the patient naked man completed his second digital violation of KittyKat. Was it too rough for her? Did it matter? She could always object, even as Friedrich pulled her pussy lips apart and shoved his unlubricated fingers inside. The Professor calmed her with a smile and a nod, mouthing 'good little girl'. She had to know this would be the first of many rough digital examinations. And as her slut career wore on, a brief, frenzied finger fuck would be the least of the violations she would suffer.

Friedrich withdrew his fingers and slick with Kittyat's cunt juices, licked them clean, letting his lips and tongue linger on his own slick flesh. Again the Professor looked to KittyKat, who was staring at Friedrich. A second time he nodded. "Men will crave the taste of you on their tongues, KittyKat. The taste of your cunt and your ass, and of their own excretions fresh from your body." He was hard again. Fuck! Less of the filthy thoughts, he said to himself. There is work to be done.

He gently pushed Friedrich to one side. "Soon, my friend" he said. "You will fuck your prize soon. Be patient. Try to stay hard while I will examine her cunt."

He pulled an overhead light down, adjusting it so that the beam shone bright between KittyKat's legs, spotlighting her bush and the gash it mostly concealed.

"I think a little trimming is in order. Perhaps Friedrich you can bring see some hot water and soap."

For a third time he looked at KittyKat. Making her wait was part of the deliciousness of what he was doing. Making her wait and anticipate everything which might happen to her...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Kittykat calmed her breathing by force of will; the teasing delay was exquisitely excruciating.

And there was something wonderfully inappropriate about the Prof mouthing, "Good little girl." She loved it. And she loved watching the somewhat weird Friedrich lick her vagina juice off his fingers. It felt like it gave her power, having a man lick up her sexual secretions. And the Prof said more men will crave her juices. To be getting such promises already suggested that she was doing really well as a scholar and student, and must keep up the progress to continue to enjoy the Prof's good opinion.

But Kittykat mustn't become big headed, or get ahead of herself. She was very aware of how that annoyed the Prof. No, silence, or at least few words, and obedient cooperation were the way to succeed.

So she waited. She couldn't help a little restless fidgeting, eager as she was to experience her shave, her examination, her fuck.

She could wait. Even if her body was crying out for satisfaction, and still leaking its preparations in a glistening rivulet so beautifully captured on screen.

 

[ericrodman101]

While Friedrich was preparing the hot water, the Professor donned the gimp mask and then the go-pro, which he attached in a band round his head. The gimp mask was probably a bit much, he thought, but he liked wearing it, not just for the anonymity, but it got him off. There. He'd said it to himself. It got him off, made him horny. A gimp mask. Jesus! He was horny now. Horny still. It irritated him as much as pleased him. The exercise to slutify KittyKat was as much about his self control as hers, and the way things were going, she was besting him.

Besting him, he thought....hmmm...a challenge. How can I beat her, unsettle her, break down her defences? And do I want to? What if she runs screaming from the building, never to return, and I have to start all over again?

He checked the cameras, setting up a four-way screen split then adjusting the overhead camera, the two attached to the foot ropes on the sling, and finally the one on his head until they were all focused on her bush. Surprisingly, or maybe not, KittyKat was leaking cunt juice in quantities he could see on screen, catching the light as it sluiced between her pussy lips and ran down towards her asshole. He placed a finger at the base of her slit, then ran it down over the slick line, resting when he reached the base.

"You are leaking my dear KittyKat," he said. "Leaking from your virgin cunt."

The angle wasn't quite right. The Professor pulled on the sling, raising her ass a little. He was very keen to see if the stream of cunt juice would actually flow right down to her asshole before it dripped onto the floor. The distraction surprised him. 'Focus, Angus, focus', he said to himself.

He took the foxhair brush, shaving lotion and razor from his instrument bag. Friedrich returned with the hot water.

"Now KittyKat. You are a beautiful woman, but I'm just going to tidy things up a bit. Just to make you even more beautiful."

Just the edges? A heart? Landing strip? He wondered how she felt looking back at a man in a gimp mask preparing to shave her bush.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy Cook knew that this was utterly outrageous. Sick. Perverted. WRONG! Just one look at the screen made it obvious. There she was displayed in great detail, her most private, personal parts on show with a total lack of modesty.

This wasn't some surgical procedure that called for a camera to assist in a delicate operation. This was wanton exhibition of a teenage girl. And it was going to be broadcast to an audience of perverts who would no doubt masturbate and ejaculate over it.

Masturbate. Ejaculate. Or rather, wank and cum. Spunk up. Over her.

It was disgusting.

The truth of her situation flashed through her mind as she lay there, suspended and exposed, her privacy violated just as much as her body was about to be, but because of the camera positions her facial expression didn't appear on the huge screen. The little feline eye mask couldn't obscure her reactions, except that it wasn't visible; just the immediate target area between her legs.

The deeper truth then asserted itself. Katy Cook liked being Kittykat. The new persona gave the well behaved girl an excuse, permission to do things that would be unthinkable. That were unthinkable.

"Um, could we use a phone to capture the wider scene, the overall picture, including my face and the big screen?"

Kittykat didn't elaborate, didn't use extra words or try to explain. Brief, succinct, not interfering. That was the way to contribute without upsetting the Prof.

And that was important, because right now, she was clearly in his favour. He'd referred to her as my dear kittykat when commenting on the juices leaking from her virgin cunt. And then he'd said that she was a beautiful woman, to be made even more beautiful. That was high praise for a sexual tool whose sole purpose was to provide gratification to men.

So she didn't elaborate or use too many words. She just waited for the Prof to shave her. Whatever he took off would grow back, but she hoped that he would leave enough hair to adorn her cunt and draw the eye to her prize. After all, this was a form of theatrical performance, and presentation mattered.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Your face....hmmm," the Professor said almost to himself in response to KittyKat's request. "Your face...yes, we forget sometimes that the erotic is just as much demonstrated in the face and the mouth and the tongue, as it is in the genitals. And as a slut, my dear KittyKat, men will want to use your face as often as your cunt and your ass. Maybe more often. I'm almost wondering if you are right. Perhaps we should even remove your mask. How important it will be to have a chance to observe your face as you are violated, the way you move your eyes, purse your lips, smile and frown. Your face...."

For another time since she first walked into his rooms, the Professor marveled at KittyKat's sophisticated approach to slutification. It was his project. His project alone. Alone amongst his peers, perhaps the world over. The study of the slutification of a virgin, taking her from honest, unsullied flower to despoiled, debauched whore.

And to think he'd imagined he would be the teacher, the despoiler, the purveyor of filth and depravity. When here was KittyKat, still a virgin, instructing him, the great Professor Angus Plum, on how best to explore slutification visually. And after all, visual exploration would be how most people would observe the process. Friedrich might be the first man who would fuck KittyKat, but he would not be the last. There would be legions to follow, cock after priapic cock, plunging into her cunt, her ass, her mouth, to be watched and filmed and savoured, again and again, to be assessed and analysed and written about. But however many men KittyKat could possibly service in her contribution to the science of slutification, they would only ever be a fraction of the number who would watch her on film or the internet. Only a fraction who would enjoy the privilege of feeling her from the inside, of experiencing her accommodation of them, of bringing them personally to orgasm, of discharging their fluids onto her and into her.

"Your face...."

But how when all the cameras were deployed? And who would hold the phone....?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Kittykat bit her lip, wondering just how much she was permitted to vocalise without losing the approval that she still held.

Friedrich was of no use. He was like a dumb tool, possibly even more of a tool than she was herself. She began to think of him as a human dildo, equipped with arms and legs, but little more than an an available freaky cock. Here for her. To service her, and rid her of Katy Cook's obstructive virginity. And the Prof would deploy the tool to fuck her into proper sluthood. It made her leak another quick dribble of cunt juice.

The Prof's mutterings implied that he liked her idea, fixating on her face, exposing it, displaying it, using it.

Taking his musing as permission, she removed her mask and made the obvious suggestion.

"Um, if we can find a selfie stick, I could operate the phone while you men use me?"

It seemed the most diplomatic approach, keeping the initiative and gratification where it belonged. And Kittykat desperately wanted the Prof to be proud of her. Surely her enthusiasm and surrendering to the despoiling demonstrated her total commitment to the project? Surely only a slut would put up with what was happening? Would actively encourage it?

Katy Cook knew that she was well on her way to becoming Kittykat for real, and while not wanting to be complacent, was proud of her progress towards genuinely becoming a full fledged slut.

But did the Prof see it the same way?

 

[ericrodman101]

A selfie stick. Hmmm.... The Professor was startled on hearing KittyKat's voice. He'd asked her a question, but she'd always hesitated to speak. Or chosen not to verbalise her thoughts. Say it with her eyes or her body. He prized non-verbal communication. It allowed so much self-interpretation, so much leeway. And KittyKat was good at it.

But she'd spoken and suggested a selfie stick.

"Yes," he said, "but where to find one right now when we need it. Friedrich. There's a box of lost property in the store room down the hall. See if you can find a selfie stick."

It seemed perfectly natural that Friedrich stepped outside naked except for the gimp mask.

"So KittyKat, I have decided. I will shave your bush into a square. A box, if you like. A box to hold a box within, if you know what I mean."

He wondered if the smile he felt inwardly at his pun showed on his face.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Phew! Kittykat had got away with speaking. She hadn't angered the Professor.

It was a great relief. She still wasn't sure if the Prof had expected her to speak. After all, anything she could think of, he would have thought about ages ago. So he must have already decided on sending the naked Friedrich to get the selfie stick. Thankfully, the Prof had forgiven her for saying the obvious out loud. He didn't look angry.

Which led her to consider what the Prof had actually just said, about her bush.

A box for a box. How poetic. Subtly clever. The kind of thing to raise a wry smile. She doubted any of her cam audience would get it. No, it was a little witticism just for Scholars and their Counselors. It made her smile, and appreciate her Guide and Mentor even more.

She just hoped that cock-tool Friedrich would be able to find the selfie stick before the Prof started the shave and examination of her cunt. All the waiting was teasing her mercilessly.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor stood and looked about the room. The images from the several cameras focused on KittyKat's cunt split the screen. He imagined the trimming of her bush and how that would look broadcast. But the wait for Friedrich made him impatient. What the fuck was keeping him? There was either a selfie stick in lost property or there wasn't. And if a janitor couldn't find lost property, investigate and return, well the poor guy was barely worth paying let alone worth letting him fuck his prize.

"Hmmm," he said audibly, wondering whether to engage KittyKat in conversation. But what do you say to a naked virgin constrained in a sling with her legs apart and her cunt exposed. Especially when you're standing by in a gimp mask and a go-pro preparing to trim her bush live on the internet before she's roughly deflowered by a sad mute with a deformed cock. 'Do you cum here often?' The ridiculousness of it made him smile.

"Where the fuck has Friedrich got to? Where the fucking fuck? Should I step outside and check?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The mutterings of the Professor surprised Kittykat, making her think for just a moment that all was not as under control as she expected, but her musings were interrupted by the return of the very cock-tool the Prof had been wondering about.

It seemed that Friedrich was going to get a poor assessment for his part in the project because not only was he late back but he also failed to find the selfie stick that the Prof had sent him for.

Instead, he had fashioned some kind of homemade equivalent. Katy nodded to her bag that contained her phone, and soon the mysterious cock-on-legs handed Kittykay the whole contraption, phone attached and already in video record mode.

She held the phone at arm's length but supported enough that she could maintain the position, and was able to get herself, the sling, and the big screen all in shot. She was ready and hoped that the Prof would enjoy and approve of the video she would get.

Yes, she was ready. Kittykat looked Professor Plum in the eye and indicated that all was prepared. They were getting good at non-verbal communication.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor handed Friedrich's homemade selfie stick to KittyKat. It was rubbish and he doubted if it would last the distance before the tape came unstuck or it collapsed. He hoped it was a good idea. It was KittyKat's idea, of course, and she would be holding it during her examination. If it didn't work then so be it. And it would help her concentrate perhaps, as he invaded her cunt and opened it up to be broadcast.

"Hold still, KittyKat," he said, checking the split screen once more. All the cameras were working fine. He switched on the public broadcast, knowing that a message would be sent to all KittyKat's subscribers. He imagined the alarms going off in a thousand seedy bedrooms, alerting the perverts who'd joined in anticipation of seeing KittyKat slutified live in full colour.

"Friedrich. You will manage the instruments I intend to use. It's very simple. Tongs to hold things. Spacers to open the cunt. Clamps to hold it open. Swabs for when anything gets wet. And the probes to....well, we all know what a probe is for. OK."

Friedrich gave a customary grunt from under the gimp mask. Do I look as ridiculous as that, the Professor thought, imagining himself in his own gimp mask. Maybe, but not as ridiculous as Friedrich, naked except for his masked head, his strangely misshapen cock hanging limp now between his legs.

"So KittyKat we are live. Remember, I will describe what I am doing to your fans, and you may only speak to express alarm, surprise or pain, to ask me to do something over, or to verbalise obscenities. And you must hold still whatever you feel. Let's commence."

He positioned himself between her legs, bending down until he was happy with the image on screen and being careful not to obscure the cameras attached to the sling.

"Friedrich, a probe."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Kittykat, we are live."

The words reverberated around her brain like the clamour of a bell. Had she misheard? Had she misunderstood? Katy knew that they were recording this, obviously, but she thought it was for editing and then possibly later release if that's what they decided.

But it was to be broadcast. In full. Unedited. Live. LIVE!

And she could only express alarm, surprise, pain, or ask for something to be done over again.

"Um, will you be doing the introduction?" Katy, no Kittykat, she corrected, Kittykat hoped that her simple request fell within the rules, and resolved to try and keep any further comments to simple obscenity. She was once again almost overwhelmed with the change from what she had expected, but Kittykat the Performer would rise to it, delighted to be of service for the pleasure of men.

She looked up at the large screen, her mask gone and anonymity stripped away like all her modesty, and like her troublesome virginity was about to be.

It was time. This was truly her beginning. The journey to freedom began here in earnest. And she was already wet. Or rather, wet again. Her anticipation dribbled once more from her vagina to her anus.

And like so many others, she watched it all on screen. Live.

 

[ericrodman101]

KittyKat's alarm was obvious to the Professor, no matter how professional she was. Alarm? Introduction? Of course, he thought. I've gone live without any preliminaries, and did I even say we were going live? Today's violation was only to be recorded. Fuck!

And to make matters worse, the cameras on the sling, his head, and the improvised selfie stick were unsteady. Had he not been so forgetful or impatient, the Professor knew he could have worked that out. Only the fixed camera suspended from the ceiling was not moving. Unsteady cameras meant it would be harder for the viewers to enjoy the show, but more importantly, harder for him to present today's film as evidence of his academic prowess when he submitted his body of work for assessment to the world.

Fuck! He felt the frustration welling up inside him, even as that dolt Friedrich handed him a probe. At least the dimwit had selected the right instrument.

And yet, even as he contemplated pulling the plug on today's broadcast, he looked down at KittyKat spreadeagled awkwardly in the sling, her legs wide apart, her cunt exposed, her tits pointing at the ceiling, her hands desperately trying to hold the selfie stick in place. Even her face showed apprehension, which surprised him given how good she was at seeming expressionless.

The viewers were patient. Just the same view of KittyKat as he was enjoying would be sufficient for many of them to pleasure themselves. But the hardcore subscribers would want violation, filth, degradation. They'd want to see the Professor expertly and meticulously open her cunt and examine it, before enjoying the promised fucking by Friedrich, and then the subsequent re-examination.

He pondered whether to proceed, or cut his losses and think about putting on a better show.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Something was wrong.

The more the Professor hesitated, the more obvious it was, and the more Kittykat worried.

Friedrich maybe hadn't noticed, but she had.

They were broadcasting, live, to a hungry audience. An audience that it was her duty to satisfy. But she wasn't. Wasn't satisfying anyone, least of all the Professor.

Kittykat looked at him, obscured as he was in his full-face covering. There was no expression to read. But she mustn't interfere. That was the rule.

There seemed to be nothing that she could do.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor felt frustrated. He realised he hadn't planned the event properly. The cameras were unstable and the more he looked at Friedrich standing there naked with his deformed cock hanging between his legs, the more he was repulsed. KittyKat deserves a grand deflowering, he thought, not whatever meagre intrusion Friedrich has to offer.

And just as he was about to concede it wasn't working, the lights went out. Except for the dim green Exit light, they were plunged into darkness.

"Hmmm. Let's wait a moment or two to see if this is just a temporary glitch."

He placed his hand between Kittykat's legs and caressed her bush, partly to calm her given her precarious position, and partly because he could. She was deliciously moist, recoiling from him instinctively and then, he sensed, rubbing herself ever so slightly against his hand.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Kittykat waited.

The hand on her sex was comforting, but the anxiety was beginning to get to her. It was all so stop-start. Or perhaps, start-stop.

She wondered if they should call it a day, but she daren't speak, especially with the Professor so clearly not in control.

 

[ericrodman101]

With the room nearly in darkness The Professor found himself torn between his academic goals and the thrill he felt placing his hand on KittyKat's cunt. He could simply dismiss Friedrich and then have his way with KittyKat here in the dark. She was trussed up in preparation for the vaginal examination so was utterly at his mercy. Maybe she would scream, but so far her devotion to his cause was so total he fully expected her to comply in silence.

Was it a good idea though? Would it spoil her as his subject? It wasn't as if there weren't countless female students to whom he had access as a professor, and who would fuck him, or even better, let him abuse them for whatever minor concession he could put their way.

But he hadn't used his power to fuck students. Not now, not ever. It was a record of some sort, specially when academic staff fucking students was rife, indeed normal amongst his colleagues. The men and women academic staff all fucked their students and despite it's being frowned on officially, nothing ever came of it. Those of his colleagues who knew he didn't cross the line regarded him as eccentric at best, and even a monk. Although from the porn the Professor enjoyed, monks were hardly good examples of the celibate lifestyle.

So, he thought, his hand nestling across KittyKat's bush, his fingers playing gently with her pussy lips. Do I take advantage of KittyKat or not? And does she have an opinion?

The lights failed to come on.

"It seems our glitch is not temporary," he said, twisting his hand a little, feeling her wetness on his skin, placing a finger tip against her clit. "Perhaps we should postpone our examination. You may express an opinion, KittyKat."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

An opinion! KittyKat was being asked for her opinion!

This was a fabulous opportunity to both demonstrate just how much progress she had made, and also help the Professor get out of the predicament. It was clear to her, at least, that he wasn't completely satisfied with the present arrangements for this stage of his project.

Thoughts flashed through her mind faster than she would have been able to express them. Much faster. Infinitely faster. And the gentle stimulation between her legs was meeting her immediate physical needs for relief from the almost tortuous stimulation of her mind and body of this preparation for her first fuck, her deflowering in public, her pornographic cunt examination, and penetration.

While her mind considered all the possible opinions that she might express, her legs and hips flexed as much as they were permitted to embrace the caressing fingers and soak them.

"We could do this when the power is more reliable? And allow the maximum number of viewers to be entertained? Letting them know when it will be? So that KittyKat can sexually satisfy as many men as possible at the same time?"

She had tried to keep her words to a minimum but wanted the Professor to know that she was still fully committed, was still his scholarship student, was still fully engaged with his Project. She wanted him to know that it had become her goal to outdo Sophia in every way; have a bigger audience, do more men at the same time, surpass the girl in everything. Whatever Sophia could do, KittyKat would outdo.

As she waited for the Prof's rebuke or approval, her centre continued to enjoy the fingers, all the more because there was a third person witnessing her sexual exploitation.

She had so much to put into her next essay assignment.

 

[ericrodman101]

Much as he'd planned to spend the entire evening in the light filming KittyKat's violation, now that the lights were out the Professor was enjoying himself. And the lack of light made sure that neither KittyKat nor Friedrich could see the broad smile on his face.

Why shouldn't he enjoy himself? Why was it all about academe and never about frivolity? 'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,' he said to himself, all the while enjoying even more the way KittyKat squirmed on his fingers. He imagined her desperately trying to stay cool and collected, even as her vaginal juices flowed and the nerve centers in her clitoris and round her opening told her brain that being stimulated by his fingers was so much better than by his words.

Perhaps that was a better subject for his thesis. "Matter over Mind." "Emotion versus Rationality." He made a mental note to give this more thought.

Meanwhile KittyKat wasn't the only person in the room being stimulated. As he gently worked his finger tips around KittyKat's genitals, his own package was mirroring her response. He was hard inside his trousers to the point of pain. So while he continued his digital exploration of his subject, with the other hand he unzipped his trousers and fetched his cock out, circling it with his palm and gently running his hand along the shaft as he pointed it at the table. I wonder if she heard the zipper, he thought.

And Friedrich? The Professor had almost about his silent and faithful assistant. He imagined Friedrich was hard just as he was. Naked and hard in the dark. No need to find his shadow, he thought, or to engage. Friedrich is lucky to be here, even if the prospect of fucking KittyKat won't eventuate tonight.

"Ahem. Professor."

He speaks, the Professor thought.

"The gimp mask is very hot and not necessary in the dark," Friedrich said. "May I take it off?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Friedrich's question interrupted KittyKat's enjoyment of the Prof's fingers. It struck her that this was the first time her Counselor had touched her sexually; his hands on her tits on cam had been at her request, and he'd appeared reluctant.

But she let the reminder of the presence of another person add to her arousal and put a little extra effort into her withing around the fingers toying with her cunt. She started breathing heavily and gasping. She knew that she was building towards a climax.

And she could smell penis. She knew that smell now, thanks to the Professor's teaching programme. She smelled penis, and it made her mouth water and belly hunger. It made her mouth open and close rhythmically and her vagina try and seek out those fingers and engulf them. She could smell penis, and it was her duty to satisfy it until it disgorged the contents of its balls to the pleasure of its owner.

She could smell penis, and she wanted it.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Take it off, Friedrich," the Professor said. He might have said more except his finger was wrapped under KittyKat's clit. The way it hardened to his touch was making his cock harden in his other hand. Sure the gimp mask he was wearing was hot and uncomfortable, but there were other things on his mind.

Should he fuck KittyKat and spoil the whole academic research opportunity? He needed her hymen intact if he was going to examine her on film, then have Friedrich fuck her, and then re-examine her ruined cunt immediately afterwards. But hard as he was, and knowing how ready she was, it was all he could do not to position himself between her legs, tied conveniently into the sling, and fuck her.

She was breathing heavily now, catching her breath each time he manipulated her bud. It was alluring and compelling. Caress, twitch, repeat. It was so long since Mrs Professor had let him touch her, let alone fuck her, that he felt woefully out of practice. Edging KittyKat like this was wonderful, but was doing nothing to relieve the pressure in his cock. He was sure he was dripping precum onto the floor like a hydrant. And as for Friedrich....

The Professor's eyes were becoming accustomed to the darkness. He could hear Friedrich huffing like a freight train. Masturbating, of course. And to his surprise and without asking, Friedrich stepped up to KittyKat, positioned his cock over her face as best he could in the dark, and prepared to unload. It was uncalled for, and without his permission, let alone KittyKat's, although he probably wouldn't have asked her anyway. It just seemed a liberty and a waste, but the lights were off and what was Friedrich to do? After all, he'd been hard and obedient all evening. Unload his semen onto KittyKat's face? Where was the harm?

Indeed, it was such a good idea that he decided to preserve her hymen and satisfy himself by doing the same thing. The Professor withdrew his finger, stepped from between her legs and around to where he could stand opposite Friedrich in the dark. KittyKat was compliantly quiet, just breathing heavily. She must know we are here, he thought, but she may not be expecting what's about to happen.

With a strangled grunt, Friedrich began orgasming. The Professor felt the pulse in his own cock and followed Friedrich by a matter of seconds, pointing himself towards the shadow where KittyKat lay bound, her face upturned. His own sputtering gave himself away, he was sure, but he said nothing, just imagined his and Friedrich's seed raining down onto KittyKat's unsuspecting face in the dark.

And then the lights came on.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

KittyKat's mouth was opening and closing like a landed fish as the warm streams splashed against her face.

The light was blinding, but she didn't let it put her off.

She'd been needing something like this, had been teased and prepped for this, and at last, she was getting something of what she craved.

Yes, her enjoyment and fulfillment weren't necessary, only the orgasmic pleasure of the men, but in her pursuit of total freedom, especially sexual freedom, she was allowed to crave raw, hot semen, and allowed to enjoy having her craving fulfilled.

She gasped and gurgled and tried to get as much of the peculiarly aromatic ejaculations into her mouth. Andi was completely lost in the moment, her eyes still trying to adjust in that first second of the lights being back on.

 

[ericrodman101]

The Professor was drawn to KittyKat's face, its cum sheen shining radiantly in the light. Even as he used his hand to drain the semen from his cock onto her face, he was entranced by how beautiful she looked painted with his and Friedrich's fluids. Opposite, Friedrich was doing much the same thing, fat cock in hand, white goo spurting onto the girl's nose and into her open mouth.

You've learned so much, KittyKat, the Professor thought, opening your mouth like that, and twisting about even when shackled, to capture as much man seed as you can.

Once his cock was empty and he'd shaken the last cum drops into the alluring O-shaped hole KittyKat was forming with her lips, the Professor reached down and with sweeping circular motions, used his fingers to push the cum into her mouth. With each sweep she met his fingers with her tongue, collecting the semen and drawing it across her teeth and onto her tongue.

Meanwhile, Friedrich wasn't done. His cum continued to rain down on KittyKat. A deluge, the Professor thought. He'd seen this condition before, both described in medical journals and faked in porn. But he'd never actually witnessed it. Hyperspermia. The over-production of semen.

Interesting as Friedrich's condition was, however, it was KittyKat's gasping and gurgling which captivated him. For a novice she was doing so much right, demonstrating what a quick learner she was. If she was indeed destined to be slutified as the project demanded, then this predilection for taking semen in her mouth would stand her in good stead.

So focussed was he that the Professor didn't even notice he was still standing over KittyKat, his deflating cock in his hand, as she opened her eyes and gazed up at him with Friedrich's final discharges settling on her nose.

 

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KittyKat looked up at her Professor, still gasping a little from her excitement, arousal, and from consuming every scrap of semen she could get in her mouth and sought his approval with begging eyes.

All she wanted was to hear those two precious words. Good girl.

It had seemed like the showers of hot masculine discharge would go on forever, and her skin already felt like she was wearing a mask again even after the Prof had helped her gather the sperm from her face into her mouth.

Her nostrils were full of the delicious scent of spunk, and her teeth and tongue were still coated with the thick goo. It was almost perfect. She knew she could outdrink Sophia in man-cum, and would suggest that to the Prof at some point as an exercise in extending boundaries and breaking limits. Would a whole beer glass full of fresh semen be an appropriate challenge?

But for now, she was enjoying being the receptacle of both men's orgasms. She was proud of somehow bringing off both of them, though she wasn't sure quite what her contribution had been. Nevertheless, two men had satisfied themselves sexually and emptied their balls on her face and in her mouth to their own delight and gratification. She had succeeded in fulfilling her purpose and could be pleased with her attainment.

But as she looked up into the Professor's eyes, she desperately wanted to hear those two words.