“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. Sinclair 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.
“You getting that sloshing sound, Mistress Sinclair?” he asked.
Sheila’s head popped up off the bed.
“Arsen, shut the fuck up!”
“Sorry,” he apologized and went back to pumping himself into Shelia.
“Pull her knees up, Arsen. You can go in deeper like that and you may find something tight on her a little higher up there.”
He did as she told him to and Shelia moaned. “Yep, he’s stretching some new territory.”
Arsen felt it too and his dick twitched with a need to release. But the pain of the whip still was fresh in his mind. He tried to look at the wall and not think about what he was doing.
Then Sheila let out a shrieking groan and her body convulsed around his cock and he was about to come with her as her body just kept pressing and squeezing his hard cock.
Mrs. Sinclair’s words came from between clenched teeth, “Don’t you let it go, Arsen.”
He looked at the wall, trying to block out how her body was trying desperately to pull his along with her into that sweet ecstasy. Somehow he managed to control it.
Just as he did. Mrs. Sinclair moved back behind him. The leather of the whip moved over his ass.
“Come,” she told him with one quick word.
He tried, but the urge was gone.
“I can’t.”
The whip cracked across his ass leaving heat where it had touched.
“Come!”
The pain of the strike had his body nowhere near orgasm and she struck him again. Over and over she struck him until he was quivering and his knees gave out.
His dick had gone limp and every nerve ending was screaming at him. Mrs. Sinclair wasn’t letting up. The whip hit him all over his body as she kept cracking it and screaming at him to come.
Finally, she got close enough he could grab her wrist to stop her.
“Mistress Sinclair, please stop!”
Her eyes were wild as she looked at him. Then pointed to the sign on the wall.
“You don’t know how to read, Arsen?”
His voice was shaky with the pain which radiated all over his body. “What?”
“What does that say?” She pointed at the sign again.
“Peaches?” he asked in complete confusion.
“Yes. That’s all you had to say if it was too much for you.” She pulled away from him and stood back up. “Didn’t you know that? Haven’t you heard of a safe word?”
He shook his head.
“No.”
She held her hand out to help him up from his crumbled state on the floor. “I could’ve sworn I told you that if it gets too intense you are to say that word and we’ll stop immediately.”
Arsen shook his head and found Sheila sitting up.
“Yeah, I know I heard you tell him that, Anne. He must’ve not been listening. His mind was probably busy taking me all in as I hung on the wall, waiting for him.” She looked at Arsen. “You okay there, kid?”
He nodded. Red whelps covered his body. He watched as Anne Sinclair un-cuffed Shelia.
“I’m taking him to the shower to wash him down. Care to join us?” she asked the woman Arsen had just finished fucking.
She nodded.
“I’m starving. I’m going to order pizza.” Sheila looked at Arsen. “Pepperoni okay with you, kid?”
He nodded and felt Mrs. Sinclair’s hand slip into his. She led him to the bathroom and started up the shower. Her finger tips ran over the red whelps which covered his chest.
She smiled up at him.
“You have to admire the colors. The angry red makes your tanned skin look kind of white. It’s beautiful. Don’t you agree?”
Arsen did not agree. It hurt. He hurt all over his body as she’d struck him all over it. One had even landed on his dick and it burned as well.
He had no intention of staying with the women the entire weekend. In his opinion they were a little odd. Mrs. Sinclair reached into a little bag in the back of the medicine chest which hung on the wall next to the mirror.
She pulled out one little white
pill.
“Open up,” she told him.
He shook his head.
“What is that?”
“Just something to stop the pain I know is running all over your body, Arsen. It’s not addicting. You don’t have to worry about that. Open up or I’ll have to paddle your skinny, little ass.”
His mouth opened quickly as he had no want to feel any more pain. She smiled and pulled her clothes off then removed his chaps and tossed them to the floor.
Her hand took his and led him into the shower. The warm water burned initially as it ran over the many welts, some which bled a bit. She picked up a clear bottle filled with a foamy dark liquid.
The bottle had a tip on it and she squirted it all over him and ran her hands to rub it all in. “This will take care of the places where your skin was broken.”
“Okay,” he said. His body was starting to grow numb with the liquid. “What is it?”
“An antiseptic with a pain reliever in it. It’ll make sure those places don’t become infected.” She ran her hand over his dick which was limp. “You know you should think about me. There’s so much I could teach you. I can have this body of yours very different in just the matter of one year. Wouldn’t you like to have muscles, Arsen?”
He thought about it for a moment.
“Like a personal trainer or something like that?”
With a smile, she said, “Something like that.”
Her hands running over his body was making it feel better. That or the pain killers both inside and outside of him.
“I’ll think about it.”
She took his dick in her hand and gave it a squeeze.
“You’ll think about it what, Arsen?”
“I’ll think about it, Mistress Sinclair.”
She smiled and released his cock.
“Are you going to college?”
“I am. I’m in pre-law. I’m not sure what I want to be. An aid, a paralegal, or what.” The pill must’ve been taking over as he found himself picking up a white bar of soap and rubbing it with his hands until he had handfuls of bubbles. He began rubbing it over her shoulders and she moaned.
“You should be an attorney, Arsen.” She turned to face him and moved his soapy hands to her breasts. “You’d make an excellent one. I could help you. I could even get us a nice apartment near the campus. Where is it you’re going to school at?”
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