Teacher's Pet

9. ASHER

It didn’t take us long to leave the learning to one side. I’d been preparing myself and hoping to do more about this. I wasn’t someone who liked to wait. I was impatient and my mom had once taken me to the doctor because she swore I had some attention thing.

Unbuttoning his shirt, I was desperate to see more of his flesh. I’d seen it briefly when he was soaking wet from the sprinkler. The way he had those little hairs and those hard nipples. That was potentially what woke my cock from its slumber and directed all attention and blood flow in his direction.

“I hope you don’t mind,” I said, staring into his eyes. Their light green slowly disappeared as his pupils grew with excitement. “You’re the first teacher I’ll have ever been with.”

“You’re keeping count?” he asked, placing a hand over mine.

“It’s easy to keep count when it’s the first,” I told him. “You have a nice chest. Do you work out?”

He smiled, looking away briefly before coming back to make eye contact again. “The campus is one huge gym,” he said. “Of course, I work out.”

That was nice to know. There was an appeal to someone who had stamina like that. “So, what do you want me to do?” I asked.

“What do you want to do?” he put the question back to me.

“No, you have to take charge,” I told him, although taking charge seemed to be something that was in my nature it seemed.

He tugged my hand away from his chest and stood. “I want you to get undressed, naked. I wanted you to put on that cute dress and ears like a good kitten,” he said, grabbing my bag. He turned it upside down, pouring the contents on the floor. “Oh.” Amongst the kitten play clothes, there was a metal butt plug with a small synthetic tail attached to it, alongside my bottle of lube and condoms. I wasn’t sure if he’d have had those here.

“I haven’t—” My throat grew dry and scratchy as he picked the butt plug from the pile. “I only put it in a little.”

“I’d like to see this inside you,” he said, polishing a thumb over the base of it. “On all fours.”

I stood like a good obedient kitten and unbuttoned my shorts. “Slower?” I asked.

My master sat on the sofa again, still holding the butt plug. “All of it. Take it off.”

I didn’t waste any more time. I took everything off, except for my boxers. I teased him with those. They were tented with excitement, the head of my cock almost peering through the hole. “Should I—”

On his knees, he started to rub his face against my skin. Licking at my torso and rubbed his chin and cheeks against me. The soft stubble tickled. He could do whatever he wanted. I was just ready to finally fuck.

He pulled my underwear, my cock smacking back at my abdomen. His tongue touched it first, followed by his lips, wrapping around the end, went as far down as he could before pulling back and wiping his mouth clean. “You taste good,” he said, pushing away and sitting again. “Get dressed.”

It was a gentle tease for him to touch me in that way with his tongue, but I liked it. I wanted it again. But I also wanted it to touch my hole. I’d heard people feeling completely out of control when they had their hole licked. I wanted to feel that too.

In the outfit, I was on all fours and suddenly worried that the thin rug would rub against the thigh-high socks. I couldn’t have holes in them, that wouldn’t look professional. The rest of the floor in the living room was tile. I walked over to it on hands and knees. “I like it here,” I said.

He didn’t mind, at least I didn’t think. His tongue gesticulated inside his mouth, rolling around. “The light hits you well from there,” he said, nodding to the thin stream of light from the setting sun. “Now. What do we do about this?” He held the butt plug up.

“Whatever you want,” I told him.

“Well, is it a reward or a punishment?”

Of all people, I thought he’d know if it was one or the other. I knew other kittens at the Manor used them, so I was inclined to call it a reward, or at least a warmup for the big performance. “I think it’s a good thing, but—but you should know, I’m tight.”

A domineering grin took control of his face. “All holes are tight until they’re ready.” He grabbed the lube from the floor and approached me.

I didn’t need to tell him what I wanted. He was already face first in my ass, parting it with his hands as he licked at my hole. A surreal sensation like a tickle I didn’t know where it was coming from. He continued to lick and prod with a finger, opening me up little by little.

“Have you ever—” I paused, turning to see his head still at my ass.

“Plugs,” he finished for me. “Sure. This one will look perfect in you.”

“Thank you.”

He reached up my back to my neck and gave my collar a gentle tug. “If we’re going to do this, we need to talk about that safe word,” he said.

“There’s a traffic light policy at the Manor,” I told him. “Red means stop.”

Stroking a hand through the back of my head, he nodded. “Sounds like a good idea. Now, what do you say when you want something?”

“Green, why?”

The plug went inside me. It slipped right in. Like when someone tries to distract you before doing something that might hurt. Except, there was no pain at all, just a strange sensation of something inside me. I’d never had anything inside me, except a finger, and my fingers were quite slim.

“How does that feel?” he asked as he continued to caress my cheeks. “It looks good in there.”

“It feels nice,” I said, crawling around in a circle for my head to be at his lap. I laid my head on his lap, turning it up to look him in the face. “I think I’m ready to try the real thing.”

Master stroked my face. “What else does a little kitten like to do first?” he asked. “I have milk.”

“Soy?”

“Of course,” he snickered.

“I only drink whole milk from a cow,” I told him, watching his smile fade.

“Oh.”

“Jokes.”