Yes, Sir Ch. 05: Instigation

He nodded. 'Absolutely.'

'The plug is mine,' I told him, as I looked away, concentrating on rolling my hips. 'Your cock is mine. Your lips, and balls, and everything - it's all mine, Sir.'

Angus surprised me, then, by sitting up. His chest met my back, as I effectively sat in his lap, impaled upon him as I moaned. My head relaxed against his shoulder, as his hands found my breasts, fondling me indulgently.

'I'm yours,' he said. Like a promise.

'And I'm yours,' I said back.

'Yes,' he growled into my ear. 'You are.'

Angus lay back - taking me with him, so I was flat atop him, his cock deep inside me as I just grinded into his pelvis, moaning as he man-handled me.

'Your cunt, your tits, your mouth, your throat. Your eyes, your thighs - they're only meant for me. Understand?'

'Yes, Sir,' I moaned.

'And soon,' he said, letting go of me and pushing me back up so I was riding him again. 'I'll own this part of you, too.'

And, ever so deftly, he tugged on the end of the plug.

'Ohhhh,' I moaned, not used to that sensation. 'Oh, Sir, that's so nice...'

'Do you want my fingers inside you?' he asked, softly. Such a gentleman. 'Do you want me to train you so you can take me, there?'

I nodded, looking back at him. 'Yes, Sir, I do.'

'Good girl,' he said. 'But first - I need to fill you. The last place I came was in Natasha's mouth, and that feels like blasphemy.'

'Last man to make me cum was Danny,' I replied. 'So - yeah. Get to it.'

At that, the games ceased. Angus came up, grabbed me, and rolled me in my own tiny bed. His cock slipped from me as I almost hit the wall, and he threw me into the middle with ease - on my face. I lifted my hips towards him, and he grabbed my pillows and stuffed them under my hips.

'Perfect,' he said, tweaking the plug again before spanking my butt - making me yelp and giggle.

'Fuck me, Sir,' I whimpered. 'I've been so bad.'

I felt his cock at my opening, ready to punish me. I grit my teeth, gripped my bedsheets, and moaned loudly as my teacher's cock slid deep into my soaking pussy.

'Oh my fucking God,' I heard him moan as he loomed over me. 'How does such a whore have the pussy of an angel?'

'Mhmmmmfff-huhhn-ung-hunnn-'I moaned into the bedding, no longer given the chance to even try to form words, as Angus began to take what was rightfully his.

I could feel him over me, one hand in my hair the other - SMACK - kneading my arse as he began to pump himself into me. My poor bed began to creak, under the strain of it, never having seen sex before. URR-URR-URR - the sound must have been clear to any neighbours by now.

Fuck it - I didn't care any more. Fuck, my mum could have walked in at that moment, and I would have been angry had Angus stopped. He felt so fucking good - each thrust, his perfect cock was stretching my lips, delving into parts of me I'd started to forget - parts of me I couldn't find with a fucking hairbrush. The soft head of his cock, with each deep push, massaged a particular point inside my sex that made me whimper, moan, beg for him to go further - to push me, use me.

'Make me cum, sir,' I panted, feeling my orgasm starting to build. He sped up, his thrusts powerful and fast. His hand found my face, pulling me into an arch, his thumb sliding into my mouth. I sucked him, looking up at him, hoping he was impressed by me.

Hoping he wanted me.

His other hand slid from my butt cheek, and I felt him grip the end of the plug inside me, the one that had been shifting with each hammer of his cock, and pull. It slipped from me as I slathered his thumb, and before I knew what was happening, he took his thumb from my mouth, and a moment later I felt him pressing against the slick, lubed-and-spittle opening of my arse.

His thumb slipped into me easily, just as his other hand went beneath, to my clit. He barely had to make contact before I screamed into my bedding - my body convulsed, and there were stars in my vision as I heard my own moaning. It was an out-of-body experience; I could hear my moans, see my body shaking, Angus' cock still filling me perfectly - but the orgasm overloaded me.

Something cracked in my head, and my vision went into overdrive - lights and sparks and darkness.

Beautiful darkness...

Angus

'Shit,' I mumbled as I pulled my thumb out of her tight, tight hole.

Kayla had passed out. She was still trembling, her body convulsing lightly with the aftershocks of what was an incredible orgasm... for her. She had been with that Danny guy earlier in the night, and while she said he did make her cum, she didn't fuck him. So, this must have been intense for her.

Which, you know, it was for me as well, but... I was probably a bit better off, it seemed.

I pulled back, my still-rock-had cock slipping out of her teen pussy, and marvelled at the way it gaped just a little. Like it missed me.

Part of me wanted to push back into her - unconsciousness be damned. Fill her up, and leave her to discover it in the morning. It was a hot idea - but we hadn't discussed it, and while I was willing to do some depraved stuff with this girl, out right rape wasn't on the list.

'Mrmm?' she mumbled as I stood up, barely holding onto the waking world. I knelt down next to her, pushing the sweat-laden hair from her face, and saw her half-asleep expression.

She was... adorable.

I kissed her cheek.

'It's late - get some sleep,' I told her. 'We'll have plenty of time to finish what we started.'

She mumbled something, but didn't say a word.

Then, as I was about to start getting dressed, I looked at her well-fucked form and decided that I needed to expand my collection.

So, I pulled out my phone, and took a very not-safe-for-work image of the eighteen-year-old student I'd just fucked into submission; it showed her, on her face, arse-up and still gaping a little. It went nicely alongside the other pictures of Kayla I had - and still didn't show her face at all. Anonymity was key, I figured.

After that, I dressed, and pulled the mangle duvet out from under Kayla's sleeping body and pulled it over her. I left the pillows under her hips, however.

I also took the liberty of putting her plug - and it was her plug, now - under the remaining pillow under her head, before shrugging on my still-damp jacket. My phone showed that it was almost midnight.

I left, ensuring that the door auto-locked behind me, and quietly drove off in the dark to head home, leaving behind me a testament to the fact that, despite all of the shit we'd had to wade through, me and Kayla were good again.

Whatever that meant.

Kayla

'Urrrrghh,' I groaned - but not for any fun reasons. Light broke in through a gap between my window frame and the curtain, as the early Saturday morning sun made itself very well known.

I rolled onto my back, my whole body aching slightly.

What the- I thought for a half-second, before the night before began to come back to me.

At first, I was mortified; I flipped onto my back, and sat up quickly.

First thought - Angus was gone.

Second thought - Angus had fucked me until I passed out, and then left.

Third thought - Was mum back?

Fourth thought - I need a shower, and to air out this room before she sees-slash-smells me like this.

I stood on shaky legs, and checked my phone. A message was waiting for me, from Danny - figures - but I didn't open it. I just noted that the time said 7:13am, and wondered again whether mum was back. As quietly as I could, I pulled my dressing gown up over my shoulders and wrapped it around me. Then, I made the bed - finding the plug Angus had left me beneath my pillow in the process. I put that back where it lived beneath the mattress, along with the lube that was somewhere on the floor, before just sorting out the room a little bit.

After about fifteen minutes, my room looked just about the same as it always does, which was good. Aside from the fact that I was grinning like a well-fucked idiot, it was almost like nothing had changed at all.

Except everything had changed.

Angus was... back. E wanted me, and I wanted him. We had forgiven each other. And then we had...

Well, it wasn't just sex - was it? The way he kissed me, the way I lay in the crook of his arm and we just talked for a minute... It felt like more than just sneaky sex. I might have been kidding myself, but it really did.

Once the room was at least in the quality I figured mum had last seen it, I popped the window open enough to air it out, and left the room - careful to avoid creaking floorboards - and went across the landing.

Mum's room was empty. I could relax.

After that, I showered quickly, massaging the knots out of my muscles left by Angus' unyielding cock only hours ago, and washed Danny's cum off my face properly. It felt good to feel fresh, sure, but that wasn't why I was happy.

I was happy - no, I was delirious - because I couldn't stop thinking about how good it had been to be with Angus again.

Once I was washed, with one towel wrapped around me and another in my hair, I went back to my bedroom to pull on some clean pyjamas. I dropped onto the bed and grabbed my phone to check Danny's text, and when I opened it-

'Oh, fuck,' I said as I looked at the image Danny had messaged me, in the middle of the night, hours after he'd gone home.

It was an image of me.

Eyes plastered shut with his cum.

On my knees, naked in front of him.

Danny's cock in frame.

Beneath it, his messages that had come through in the wee hours of the morning.

Got this while you couldn't see anything.

Don't think anyone would believe your 'micropenis' threats now.

In fact - lemme know when you get this, so we can talk about next time.

Wouldn't want this to go EVERYWHERE, would you?

'FUCK!' I shouted, throwing my phone at the bed. It bounced, hit the wall, and I heard the crack of the screen before I even saw it.

'Double fuck.'

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