Yes, Sir

CW: age gap; unsafe anal; risky sex; public sex; exhibitionism; group sex; threesome; FFM;

Chapter 9 - Broadened Horizons

Chapter 9 - Broadened Horizons

Angus

I made it to her place in fifteen. Well, not so much 'her place' as down the road, and across from the corner shop near her place. It was kind of risky, but it was almost eleven at night, and despite it being a Friday night the place was dead. Where she lived was suburban enough for anyone whowasgoing to go out to already be far away, and those who were staying in were probably asleep.

Even so, I knew that both me and Kayla were repressed enough now that we weren't thinking about risk properly. It had been a workweek since we'd been together in that spare bed atthe Old Dog, with Perri listening in. It had been hot as hell, but the waiting since then was driving me mad. From her messages, Kayla was in a similar position.

So, when I saw her round the corner and make a bee-line towards me, just thethoughtof her had me rock hard in my jogging bottoms (I'd dressed for the occasion).

Without a word, she opened the passenger side door and slipped in. She leaned in and kissed me with a passion only she could bring out of me; her tongue snaked into my mouth, and my hand went to her waist as we made out in my car, here, out in the open.

'We should find somewhere more secluded,' I said after a moment, panting and rock-hard.

Kayla nodded. 'Yeah - absolutely,' she said. 'Just find somewhere dark for us to park. I need you - in this car, in the next ten minutes.'

I nodded back. 'Understood.'

Barely moments after pulling out and probably speeding towards what I knew to be a secluded-enough road that headed out into the sticks, Kayla surprised me. She was wearing, like me, pretty nondescript clothing; she was in a skirt and a long sleeve jumper, which made me wonder if she had anything on underneath. What surprised me, however, was the fact that, as I drove, her hand snaked across my lap and gripped my hardness in her hand, giving a sigh as she looked at me.

'Have... have you ever gotten road head?' She asked me like it was the most innocent question in the world.

'No,' I admitted. 'And, Kayla, I don't think Ishouldif I'm driving like a maniac.'

'You should slow down, then,' she said, slipping her hand into the elastic of my jogging bottoms. I hissed at the sensation of her cold fingers finding me, as she tugged my waistband down enough to pull me out.

'Fuck, I always forget how perfect your cock is,' she whispered, as I slowed my driving enough not to panic as she leaned in. She took me into her mouth like that, casually taking at least half of the shaft easily while I tried to concentrate.

'Kay,' I moaned as she teased the head with her perfect tongue, one had on my thigh and another on the chair to keep herself in place as she began to blow me; her lips were the softest velvet as she moved up and down the shaft, getting a little lower each time, until I was at the back of her throat. She made a noise, before pulling off me and grabbing me with her hand, stroking me a little.

'Where are we? I need to fuck you,Sir.'

'You're such a bad girl,' I said, my lust for her starting to take over. 'Who said you could take your lips off my cock?'

'Sorry, Sir,' she said, slipping immediately into her persona, and going back to serving me as I drove.

I kept the speed low, enjoying this alotmore than I thought I would as I trailed through the backstreets.

'Don't you dare take your lips off Sir's cock,' I told her. 'I'll tell you when you can stop. Understand?'

'Mhhff-frrrr,' she moaned around my thickness, putting a smirk on my face.

'Good girl. Now, let's see if we can find a good spot, eh?'

Kayla

He felt so fuckinggoodin my mouth. It had barely been a week, and yet my heart was racing, and my head was bobbing, serving him with my tongue as best I could; I could feel myself getting wetter with each moment. Every time he grunted, or his cock flexed in my mouth, or he would swear under his breath - it just sent fireworks through me.

A part of me was actually disappointed when I felt the car pull off to the side of the road, and Angus killed the engine. Without saying a word, he pulled some out-of-sight lever, and his torso shifted back as his hand lifted my chin. He slipped out of my mouth as he looked down at me, his face full of hunger, and lust and - I hoped -devotion.

'Get on,' he said. 'Come ride your teacher's cock, like the good girl you are.'

'Yes, Sir,' I whimpered, his words making me want to melt. I sat up, and threw a leg over him so we were face-to-face, and revealed to him that I wasn't wearing anything under that skirt of mine.

Well,almostnothing.

His hand, instinctively, went to my butt, and he groaned as his cock slid against my wetness; I leaned in to kiss him, whimpering as the way his body felt so solid and strong under me. Then, his fingertip brushed it, and I saw him hesitate.

'Are you...'

'Plugged?' I asked, innocently. 'Shhh - I don't want anyone to know howbadI am.'

'Jesus, you're gonna kill me,' he grunted, before shifting enough for the head of his cock to slide into me. I squeaked, and slid down his inches until our bodies met. Mouths open and panting in lust, we stayed there for just a moment.

Then, he grunted, 'Well? Get to it.'

'Yes, Sir,' I whimpered as I began to move, bouncing on him desperately as I kissed his neck, his cheeks, his perfect lips, listening all the while to how he moaned when I moved, enjoying me as much as I enjoyed him.

Well, maybe that was impossible - but he was certainly enjoying it alot.

It was quick, and messy, and kind of uncomfortable, but none of that mattered. We were together again, and that just feltincrediblein a way I was quickly realising made all of those TV shows make sense. All of those shows where two people who wereterriblefor each other, but they just couldn't keep their hands off? That made sense to me. It made sense, now, how two people who knew their relationship was going to have to crash and burn eventually who just keep seeing each other, pushing out the inevitable.

As we fucked, and I called himSir, and he held my tits and my arse while I rode him, the darkness of the world kept outside, I felt completely alone with him, maybe for the first time since the first time. Our first night together had been... magical, in a way. Completely anonymous, away from our usual lives, or at least my usual life, and had been an amazing way to escape it all. Since I'd learned he was a teacher -myteacher - things had gotten complicatedquickly. What had started as somethingsoseparate to my life, away from my mother and my friends and school had turned into... this.

Fucking my teacher, desperately, in a car, in the middle of nowhere after sneaking out while my mum was asleep. I was a long way from thinking about the fact that I had pretty much finished school, and all I had left of the year were a few final exams I barely cared about, and my University application. My life was about tomassivelychange, and the chances were that Angus wasn't going to be able to come with me.

I wasn't sure exactly when these thoughts had coalesced in my mind, but as I ground myself onto him, and felt an orgasm building inside me at the way his lips felt against my neck, none of it mattered.

Not right now.

Nothing mattered but this. Buthim.

I came on him, moaningSir, shaking and pleading.

He filled me with his cum, raw and throbbing andhot.

He drove me home, and I kissed him goodbye before running round the corner and sneaking back in. The lights were off, and my footfalls were soft, and before I knew it, I was back in bed, naked and leaking cum, falling asleep with the knowledge in my gut that, sure, maybe this couldn't last forever, but I was going to spend as much of my time loving this man as I could.

Then, it hit me.

Shit.

I think I love him.

Angus

Saturday morning comes with a dark sky, and I hope it's not a sign of how the day was going to go. The smell of Kayla's sex was still a little in the air, lingering on my clothes that were in a pile on the chair, and I took a moment to savour it before sitting up in the spare room inThe Old Dog. The weekend already held a promise to it that made my cock swell at the memory of it - my conversation with Perri, which had turned into a conversation with Kayla.

Arepeat performance, as Perri had put it. Me and Kayla, with Perri listening in and...

I laughed to myself, wiping my face. It was kind of stupid, really, that there was an attractive American who wanted nothing more than to listen to me fuck my eighteen year old girlfriend.

Was she my girlfriend? What else would she be? We'd been on dates, even.

She wasn't interested in the context around things, from what I could tell - she had no way to know she was my student, or that we met when I took her virginity without knowing her age, or her name. All she cared about was the sex - the connection between us. The passion. There was something alluring about that, about sharing Kayla with someone.

Not in that way - though, maybe notnotin that way. I more meant simply sharing the fact that we had a relationship at all. We'd been so secret - sneaking nighttime trips and stolen weekends when we could, Jack didn't know, and I knew for certain that her mother didn't. Perri knew more than anyone, actually.

She was a stranger, which made her safe, in a way. The fact that she was interested in being a small part of the sex was a bonus - and one I'd never had an experience of before. Not just the idea of having a third person in the room - that I'd actually done just once, when I was in my twenties and I'd beenverydrunk at the time - but the whole being watched aspect. For someone to just observe, listen to us, and enjoy it.

Being caught was the one thing me and Kayla knew couldn't happen, and so we'd beensofocused on our secrecy that the first time we know someoneknowsthat we were fucking, it had made both of us rabid. To do it again, on purpose, to the next level of exposure was alluring, and I knew now that Kayla was just as interested. Which meant I couldn't ignore it.

But I had to start the day first.

So, I stood up in my day-old underwear and found a dressing gown I'd had the sense to bring from home, and slid on some slippers. I grabbed a towel, and started my day with a shower. Or, Imeantto, but the moment I opened the bathroom door, it became clear that the shower was occupied.

It was a shared bathroom, with a small shower that had a glass door, giving a floor-to-almost-ceiling coverage view to me of Perri, her back to me, legs open, handfuriouslymasturbating. I couldn't see her face - she was facing the wall away from me, but I could hear her pants in those few seconds, hot and heavy beneath the water.

'Hanh - fuck - fuuuuck.'

'SORRY!' I yelped, turning on my heel and slamming the door shut - it was instinct, to make myself clearly known, but I realised in an instant that it was the wrong call; I'd made it completely clear that I'd just walked in on her. I expected her to swear me out, to start shouting at me, calling me a pervert or something, but instead what I heard was a high-pitched scream.

This crazy woman wascumming.

She was cumming, I realised in a mix of arousal and horror, because I'd walked in. Because she'd been caught.

Holyfuckthis woman was kinky.

Kayla

'Any plans for the day while I'm out?' mum asked as she shrugged on a coat. Despite a clear night, the day had brought with it the threat of rain, though it wasn't going to change her plans at all. Not while she had a date-day planned withNoah.

I shrugged, looking up at her from my phone. 'Maybe I'll see Rebecca or something, maybe just, you know, chill. Watch a movie.'

She narrowed her eyes at me. 'Condoms are in the bathroom in the little drawer.'

'Mum-'

'I'm not stupid, Kayla. But I love and trust you, so just... yeah. Be smart.'

I nodded at her, a little surprised. Then, steeling myself. 'You too - I'm about to go off to Uni, but that doesn't mean you need a replacement child.'

She barked a laugh, and then went deadly serious. 'Not a fucking chance.' With that, she spun away with a flourish and gave me a little wave. 'Don't wait up!'

I rolled my eyes, but barely missed a beat before flicking my phone to Angus and sending him a text:Home alone.

Thought more about what we were talking about last night?His reply came. It actually surprised me, how direct he was being. The whole thing with Perri had been...mad.

But I'd liked it.

But was I ready for a threesome?

Did itcountas a threesome?

Was I ready for any of this?

When I thought about her listening to us, I got wet, and I felt that pull of desire. It was tempting in the way a lot of this was.

Fuck, I wanted it. And, I think it was becoming clear how bad my sex-relted impulse control had become.

Haven't stopped thinking about it, I sent back.Is she game?

Call?he texted back. So, I rang him, and he picked up quickly.

'Is it a factor of your age that you like to call more than text?' I asked. 'I feel like none of my friends do just calls anymore.'

'I walked in on Perri in the shower,' he responded.

I blanched. Wasn't expecting that at all.

'It wasn't locked,' he continued. 'I just... she was- look, I just couldn'tnottell you, you know?'

For some reason, I wasn't mad. I should have been furious, right? Irate. Instead, I thought about the fact that Angus had seen someone else naked and had come running to tell me about it. He sounded genuinely apologetic - I could hear the slight quiver in his voice, the note of fear.

'Right,' I said, not knowing what else to say. 'Did... did you see much?'

He took a beat, and I wondered what he was trying to figure out how to say. 'She was... masturbating. And, I left, and slammed the door and said sorry, and... and she came.Loud.'

'Okay,' I said, trying to hide the fact that my heart was racing, and I was feeling a type of excitement I didn't know was in me. My mind went back to when he'd described his sexual relationship with Natalie while I stroked him - clearly there was a part of me that got off onsomethingclose to this. 'Shit. That's hot.'

He took a beat again. 'It'swhat?!'

'Hot,' I said again. 'I... I don't know what to say,Sir. I amreallyturned on right now, to be honest with you...'

'Wow.'

'Yeah,' I said, with a bit of a laugh. 'Can you... can you tell me what you saw?'

'I didn't see much, I swear-'

'No,' I said, interrupting him. I looked around the room - the curtains were pulled most of the way over, and I was fairly sure no one outside was going to be able to see me. So, I slipped my free hand into my shorts, and my breath hitched as I felt my wetness. 'Tell me. What. You. Saw.'

'I- I saw her, bent over at the waist,' he said slowly, like he was worried he'd upset me.

'Yeah?'

'She was facing away - I saw her legs, spread open, and her butt wasthere, back-arched. Her hand was on her pussy, and she was-'

'She was fucking herself,' I said, finishing his sentence. I played with myself as we spoke, my breath getting heavy as I felt myself getting close to cumming - it had come on quick, but this was getting mereallyturned on.

'Yeah,' Angus said. 'I watched her for amoment, but it wasn't until I shut the door that I heard her cum. I heard her moan through the door,screamin pleasure, as she realised she was caught. She didn't stop, didn't apologise.'

'She came, knowing you'd seen her?'

'Hard,' Angus said, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver through me.

'Fuck - Angus, I... I think I need you.'

'Good,' he said. 'Because I need to fuck your perfect little throat, and your arsehole, to make up for last night.'

'Oh, yeah?' I asked, playing with myself under my panties, sinking fingers into myself as I listened to him. 'You're gonna fuck me?'

'I had your pretty pussy last night,' he said. 'And your mouth didn't get nearly the punishment it needed... get yourself ready. Put in your plug, and wear something slutty for me.'

'Understood, sir,' I gasped. 'Can I... can I cum?'

I heard a small laugh. 'Not until I'm inside you. Stop - now.'

I groaned, and pulled my hand out of my pants. Fingers slick and legs shaking a little, I wasrighton the fucking edge, and the fact that Angus had been able to tell what I was doing made me melt a little. 'Sir, how long?'

'Give me twenty minutes,' he said. 'I'll come and pick you up. Meet me in the park.'

'Yes, Sir.'

Angus

Less than forty minutes later, I was pulling up tothe Old Dogwith Kayla in-tow. She'd tried to do the same to me while driving as she had last night, but I'd stopped her - as much as it could have been fun, driving with an eighteen year old sucking your cock was justaskingfor an accident. Plus, I was kind of enjoying how pent-up she was, clearly just bursting at the seams to get inside, rip our clothes off, and jump on me.

The moment we stepped inside, however, there was a roadblock; we came in the back door, which took us behind the main pub area to the bottom of the stairwell. Sitting on the bottom step as we came in, and bouncing up to stand as we almost knocked her over, was Perri. At least, this time I walked in on her, she was fully dressed in a day-dress, her hair down and a smile on her face. She looked, in a word, beautiful.

Kayla noticed, too.

'Hi guys!' Perri beamed at us both as we clicked the door shut behind us, what little natural light that had spilled in becoming a much more dim atmosphere. 'So, I'm not one for, like, being embarrassed by this sort of thing, and I know youBritsare a bit more uptight sometimes, but I just wanted to say it - I know you're coming over to fuck, and I want to be involved. If that's just to watch, sure - Angus knows after this morning that I have a thing for, you know, exhibitionism. If it's more, I wouldlovethat, but not needed.'

I looked down at Kayla, who had an interesting expression on her face. She looked up at me, as though to ask me something.

'Your call, Kay,' I said, holding eye contact.

She nodded, and looked at the beautiful woman, older than her but younger than me, basicallybeggingus to experiment with her. 'Okay. Uh, to start, just... be outside? So we can start with just us? And then, come inside and... watch.'

'Okay,' Perri said, nodding.

'And, we'll go from there.'

'Absolutely,' Perrie said, her smile wide and her excitement palpable. 'I will, uh, leave you to it. I'll go to my room -don't mind me,' she said, before joyfully racing up the stairs, basically giggling the entire time.

Kayla sucked in a breath. 'Shit,' she said.

I laughed - it was a succinct observation. 'Shit.'

'Wanna go fuck?' she asked, looping her arm in mine. 'Cause I amverymuch in need of it.'

'After you,' I said, being a true gentleman. Together, we took the first step up the stairs, before I decided this wasn't going to cut the mustard.