Mrs. Sinclair laughed.
“You’re attractive and young. I assume you can fuck for days with your youth. It’s Friday night. I would guess you’re free for the weekend. We can have so much fun together, the three of us.”
Knots had formed in his stomach and Shelia gave him a wink.
“I’m going to go and get you a drink to help you decide. It looks like you need to loosen up a bit.”
With her exit, Mrs. Sinclair got up and moved around to where he sat. She tugged the chair he was in back a bit and settled on his lap...
“Arsen, tell me, do you not find me attractive at all?”
He nodded.
“You look different than you ever did when Beth and I…”
Her finger stopped him as she placed it to his lips.
“No mention of her, please. Nor her father. They believe I’m on a weekend retreat with my church group.”
His eyes widened.
“Church? Yeah, I remember you were all about church.”
She laughed and her mouth touched his ear.
“I may have lied a little about that, Arsen. The things which take me away from my little family are not quite as holy as I’ve made them out to be. As a matter of fact, they are anything but holy. I hope you decide to take us up on our offer. We have many toys that are sure to excite you. And Sheila really likes to be spanked if you know what I mean.”
He shook his head.
“I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about, Mrs. Sinclair.”
She moaned and ran her pointed, black fingernail across his smooth cheek. Then pulled her bottom lip between her perfectly white teeth.
“Ummm. I like the way you say that, Arsen. Say it again. But instead of Mrs. I want you to call me Mistress Sinclair.”
“Mistress Sinclair?” he asked as his brows furrowed.
Her body melted into his as she ran her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.
“The sound of you saying that has just left me wet.”
Her hand took his and moved it under her short skirt. She pressed his fingertips to the edge of her vagina and then pushed two of them inside her panty-less pussy.
Arsen’s eyes went wide and his dick sprung to life in his jeans. A fact Mrs. Sinclair who sat on his lap noticed immediately. With a smile, she pumped his fingers inside her as they sat there in the darkened corner of the little bar.
She pumped them as he watched her in complete shock. He felt her wet heated flesh just inside her vagina gripping his fingers as she moaned and more wetness flowed around his fingers.
“You made me come, you naughty boy,” she moaned in his ear.
She pulled his fingers out of her and he watched as she placed them in her mouth and sucked the juices off them. His dick went even harder when she got up and kept his hand in hers, leading him to the ladies’ room just behind them. He followed like a puppy.
More like a lamb to the slaughter!
Arsen shook his head as he stopped thinking about that first time with her. Steele struggled in her dream and her wiggling had taken his attention from the memory.
As he looked at her he felt awful for holding her in his arms and recalling the first night with Anne Sinclair. The first night of many he and she shared from then on with him being her submissive partner. A thing he was just beginning to realize wasn’t something he actively agreed to at all.
Back to his memory he went. Recalling what Mistress Sinclair did to him in that ladies’ room in the back of that small bar that fateful night.
The lights in the small bathroom were bright as hell, he recalled. The bar had been so dark it made Arsen’s eyes squint when she pulled him into the tiny bathroom.
She closed the door behind them and locked it, pressing her body up against his as she did. His dick was hard and when her mouth fell on his, he ran his arms around her.
Something inside him was hungry for her though he couldn’t explain to himself why that was.
This was his only love’s mother for the love of all which is holy was what he was thinking as her tongue moved over his. Her hands were expertly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and his cock was in her hand before he realized it.
She jerked it up and down and he groaned with the sensation. She took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the vanity. Her short as hell skirt pulled up and her crotch ready for him.
From a small pocket at the front of her skirt she pulled out a foil packet and ripped it open with her teeth, spitting out the little bit of foil which got into her mouth.
Arsen watched silently as she placed it over his hard dick. Then looked up at him.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
His heart was pounding as he knew what he was about to do was more than wrong. In so many ways it was wrong. If Beth ever found out, it would horrify her. If Mr. Sinclair ever found out, it could well be the end of him. If he beat him nearly to death over his daughter what would he do to him over fucking his wife?
But Arsen’s dick was ruling his head, and he pressed himself into her as she sat on the top of that small vanity. She was wet and hot and her nails dug into his back as he pushed deep inside her.
“Fuck! You’re huge, Arsen!” Her legs moved to encircle him around his waist. “Lift me up and fuck me.”
He lifted her off the vanity but it was too much of a struggle to hold her up and make any type of strokes. His dick wanted more and messing around like that wasn’t going to cut it.
The floor was where he placed her then he went to work, stroking in and out of her as his breathing changed into something which sounded like he was having a panic attack.
Arsen’s body quivered as he all too soon came and he groaned with the climax. Only Mrs. Sinclair was not groaning. Her face wore a frown.
“That’s it?”
He looked down at her once he opened his eyes.
“What?”
“That’s it?” she asked then pushed him off her. “That’s not nearly enough. I’m taking you back to Shelia’s. That’s not enough for me. When’s the last time you had sex, Arsen? Shit!”
Arsen stood up and took the condom off, tossing it in the trash. He placed himself back into his jeans, zipping and buttoning them back up.
“Beth.”
Her eyebrows went way up.
“That was nearly four years ago!”
He nodded and washed his hands.
“Yep.”
She grabbed his wet hand before he could dry them.
“You’re coming with us. We can fix you up where you can make more than five strokes into a pussy before coming, Arsen.”
His head was fuzzy from the ejaculation and the one drink he’d had. Sheila was waiting patiently at the table as they came out. Mrs. Sinclair was shaking her head at the other woman.
“We have us as close to a virgin here as you can get without having an actual virgin.”
Sheila smiled.
“Did you get him to agree?”
Mrs. Sinclair grabbed the shot glass full of a dark colored liquor and handed it to Arsen.
“Drink this.” Her tone was commanding, and he tossed it down his throat without even asking what it was. “We’re taking him. He’ll want what we have to offer. He may not know it yet, but he will soon.”
Arsen looked back and forth between the two of them.
“Both of you?”
They nodded, and he shook his head.
“I don’t know. You just said I came too quick. How can I possibly….”
He was jerked by Mrs. Sinclair as they began to leave the bar.
“Don’t worry, we’ll show you how you can. When’s the last time you ate some pussy, Arsen?”
He gulped.
“Never.”
The women laughed, and it sounded a little evil to his ears.
Shelia’s hand gripped his ass as she walked behind him.
“Hope you’re hungry boy.”
The women walked some three blocks until they came to
an old apartment building. The small apartment smelled like men’s cologne and leather. There was one sofa in the middle of the small living room.
Mrs. Sinclair pulled him right past that and into a small bedroom. A king size bed and one chair were all that was in it. His eyes roamed around and he found a door knob had been screwed into the wall and next to it hung a small whip and a pair of silver handcuffs. The keys to it dangled from one of the locks.
A sign hung over the bed. It was just one word written in thick black marker. ‘PEACHES’ had him wondering what the hell that was about.
Mrs. Sinclair reached into a closet and pulled out an odd looking leather thing. She handed it to him. Go put this on and nothing else, Arsen.
He held it out and noticed his ass and dick would be ready to go, but the leather would cover the front portion of his legs.
“Are these what the cowboys in the old days wore?”
She nodded. “Nowadays men who are into a unique sex life wear them. I intend to take you into that way with me, Arsen. Tonight will be your first lesson.”
Mrs. Sinclair smacked his ass and pointed to the attached bathroom. He went inside and looked at himself in the mirror.
“What are you doing, man?” he asked himself.
He washed his face and felt the effects of the shot taking him over. Changing into the chaps had him feeling ridiculous. He turned to look at his exposed, skinny ass cheeks in the mirror and his face heated with a blush.
Turning back, he found his dick visible, dangling between his legs and shook his head.
“I can’t go out there like this.”
The door opened and Mrs. Sinclair was holding out another shot of something to him.
“Drink this.”
“I don’t know about all this, Mrs. Sinclair.”
Her hand moved over his cheek, softly.
“Just take the drink and lets us teach you all you’ll ever need to know about pleasing a woman.”
Arsen took the drink as he thought about gaining some knowledge about sex. He was twenty-one after all with no real idea about it. And from what he’d just done with Mrs. Sinclair in that bar’s bathroom, he knew he was sorely lacking in that department.
But something inside him wanted more than just to learn about sex with some older women.
“I think you should only do that with someone you love, Mrs. Sinclair.”
She laughed and took his hand, pulling him out of the bathroom. His eyes quickly went to the woman strung up on the wall, facing him.
“I want you to eat Shelia out and make her orgasm. After that, you can tell me if you didn’t enjoy it.” She got behind him and pushed him towards the smiling woman.
“What if I don’t?” he asked as he looked over the woman who was naked and handcuffed, hanging from the knob on the wall. Her blonde curls pressed to it, making them bunch around her face. “Will you let me leave then?”
“I will allow you to leave only after we have fixed that early ejaculation problem you have. Now do as I say.” Mrs. Sinclair pulled the chair up and sat down on it close to the side of Sheila. “Kneel in front of her, Arsen.”
He shook his head and took a deep breath. Then he did as she told him to.
“I guess I just kiss it like I would a mouth?” He looked at the woman he’d only known as a housewife and mother and a supposedly Christian woman.
How wrong I had been!
She tasted like salt. His first impression of his mouth on the woman wasn’t a thing he found pleasant, but his damn dick did. It sprang to attention within seconds of his mouth pressing to her.
Mrs. Sinclair’s voice was low and controlled as she told him what to do. “Use your tongue and run it over her clit.”
He pulled back. “Where is that?”
She gave a heavy sigh. Reaching out, she pulled back Sheila’s folds and touched her clit, making Sheila let out a moan. Mrs. Sinclair arched her brows. “See how quickly that affected her?”
He nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then” she stuck her tongue out and made it into a point on the end and wiggled it. “Do that with your tongue over that little bud.”
He practiced a second, and she frowned.
“Not good?” he asked.
She leaned over a lot more and said, “Watch me, Arsen.”
He leaned back a little and watched as she placed her pointed tongue on the other woman’s body and his dick went even harder. He was mesmerized by the way her tongue moved over the swollen, red, pearl-like thing.
He was also mesmerized by the moans Sheila was making. Mrs. Sinclair took her hands and spread Sheila’s folds wide open and ran her tongue up and down them then her tongue went into her vagina and Sheila writhed in her bonds and moaned like it was the best thing ever.
All Arsen knew was he wanted to do that. So he pulled Mrs. Sinclair back by the shoulders. “I think I can do that.”
She smiled and moved to get behind him. Her front pressed to his back and her hand ran over his rock hard cock. He spread Sheila open as Mrs. Sinclair had done and began to feast on her as Mrs. Sinclair ran her hand up and down his cock.
She did it much better than he did when he did it himself. Her hand was softer and her strokes were slower and less insistent than when he did that to himself.
He supposed it was because he was always in a hurry. It most often happened in the shower and living in a dorm always meant someone was waiting to get into the shower next.
Arsen couldn’t believe the pleasure he was getting from licking this woman’s pussy. Her moans made him feel like he was the best lover in the world. His dick ached to be inside either one of them.
He just wanted to feel some type of tight, wet, heat surround his cock. He didn’t give two shits who it was in, it just needed to be inside a pussy. That’s all he knew.
When Sheila screamed his name, Mrs. Sinclair whispered in his ear.
“Put your tongue inside her.”
He did and found her juicy. Mrs. Sinclair let his dick out of her hand and stood up.
“Take her cuffed hands off the knob and lie her down on the bed. Keep her ass at the edge so you can stand while you fuck her.”
Arsen’s hands were shaking as he reached up and took the other woman’s hands off the knob and laid her on the bed. She held her cuffed hands over her head.
Mrs. Sinclair’s lips touched his ear as she whispered.
“I have a whip.” He felt the cool leather move across his bare ass. “You do not come until I say or I’ll give you a lash. I’m going to pop you once you’re inside her so you’ll know the sting and fear it.”
He turned to look back at her with fear in his eyes.
“You’re what?”
She grabbed his chin and pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard.
“Do as I say, Arsen.”
“Okay,” he said as he tried to catch his breath after the steamy kiss. “I’ll do what you say, Mrs. Sinclair.”
Pop! Went the small whip, leaving a burning place on his ass as he ran his hand to cover it. “Mistress Sinclair!” she corrected, sternly.
“Mistress Sinclair. Sorry, I forgot about that.” He rubbed his ass and turned back to find Sheila smiling at him.
“Your cock is huge and I’m about to come all over it.” The sound of foil made him look back at the other woman and she slipped a condom over his erection.
“Thanks,” he said.
His hands were shaking as he placed them on Sheila’s stomach. He pressed the tip of his wide cock to her vagina and watched as it slipped inside her.
Immediately, his body was shaking, and he felt the need to make swift thrusts. The first thrust he made coincided with a sharp pain on his ass as Mrs. Sinclair struck him with the whip even harder than she had the first time.
It burned, and he felt a whelp had formed. It didn’t quit burning, and it took his attention from the need his body felt to release.
“Move in and out of her slowly, Arsen,” Mrs. S
inclair told him.
She was a presence just behind him but she wasn’t touching him. A light over his shoulder had him looking back over it and finding her with a small camera in her hand.
“Christ, are you filming this?” he asked in horror.
“Shut up and fuck her.” Her words came out harsh and her nails dug into his ass. It made the whelp burn even more.
Shelia began to groan.
“He’s huge. It feels so fucking amazing.”
Mrs. Sinclair directed him.
“Tell her how she feels, Arsen.”
He had no idea how to explain it.
“She’s squishy and hot.”
Mrs. Sinclair rolled her eyes.
“How about something like this? Her pussy is hot and making my dick scream with need for her.”
“Nah, that’s not how it feels,” he said. “It really does feel squishy and hot and your vagina was tighter than hers is.”
Sheila raised her head and her eyes went wide.
“Stop filming! I don’t want anyone to ever hear that. Erase it, Anne!”
Mrs. Sinclair chuckled.
“Do some Kegels, Shelia.”
Shelia laid back.
“Ughh! Just don’t let him talk. It’s better if he doesn’t. He has no idea of what to say.”
Mrs. Sinclair moved to lie on the bed, her head near Sheila’s bottom and she angled the camera up to film him.
“I’ll narrate.” She looked at him through the camera. “Here we have a young male, twenty-one. Isn’t that right, Arsen?”
He nodded and smiled at the camera.
“Yep.”
“I’d like you to answer with, yes, Mistress Sinclair.”
His smile widened.
“Yes, Mistress Sinclair.”
“Good boy. I’m going to reward you with a nice blow job in a little while.”
His face went red as he pumped away at Sheila. “Crap! You have some shit in store for me, it seems.”
“You will be well educated when you leave our company at the end of this long weekend, Arsen Sloan. I assure you.” She moved the camera to film the connection their bodies were making.
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