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.”
* * *
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?”
“Stanford University,” he said and her eyebrows shot up.
“Prestigious! My, how did you manage that?” She moved his soapy hands to her pussy and moved his hands to rub it.
“Turns out, I’m smart.” He smiled.
“As am I, young man.” She moved to close the space between them and pulled his head down to kiss her.
His arms ran around her and his mouth was pliable as the pill made him lucid and his body was much more relaxed. She turned the water off and pulled him out of the shower and to the bed. She laid him back on it and went to the door.
* * *
She shouted out the door, “I’m going to fuck him. Do you want to watch? I’m going to put the camera on the dresser to record it.”
Arsen lay on the bed and chuckled. His mind was nowhere near as cluttered as it had been. Mrs. Sinclair was going to fuck him and video tape it. Possibly while the woman he’d just fucked watched.
He never saw it coming as he sat in the dark bar, drinking a little drink and thinking about what kind of sandwich he was going to get and take home for dinner that night.
* * *
Her damp hair hung in limp strands around her then make-up-less face. Then he saw a few tiny lines around her light blue eyes. But that was okay, he thought.
“Since I was much too hard on you about it the last time. You go ahead and come when you want to. I’ll be a lot easier with you this time.” She moved down his body, and he felt her mouth go over his limp dick.
His eyelids grew heavy, and he closed them. The way her mouth was sucking at him had his cock making little twinges here and there, but the pill had him not feeling much of anything.
Light filled the room as Shelia came in and turned the overhead light on.
“I want to be able to see it all,” she said as she came into the room. “The camera needs light to capture the footage.”
He placed his arm over his eyes to block out the annoying light. Mrs. Sinclair’s mouth moved off him for a second as she said,
“Hey, can you grab some nipple clamps and put them on him. The liquor and the pill have him not feeling a damn thing. We need to bring some type of sensation up in him. His dick is limp, and that’s no fun.”
Arsen found himself thinking he felt like their boy-toy. He wasn’t sure he liked that at all. He felt it when Shelia placed the first clamp on his little nipple. “Oww!”
“Good,” Shelia said then pinched his other nipple with the other clamp.
“Fuck!” he shouted as pain went through him.
It subsided pretty quickly, and he found his cock pulsing as Mrs. Sinclair’s mouth sucked hard at it.
A humming sound filled his ears, and he opened his eyes to see Shelia wearing nothing but a strap on nine-inch dildo which was thick and black and moving as she’d turned it on.
* * *
“Hey, I’m going to take you from behind while you do that, Anne.”
Shelia climbed onto the bed behind Mrs. Sinclair and Arsen watched as she pushed the dildo into the woman sucking his dick. When Mrs. Sinclair moaned, he felt it make his dick twitch.
As he watched the woman with blonde tight curls moving back and forth, her tits bouncing as she did and his line of sight included a woman with long, blonde hair bobbing up and down as she sucked him off he became aroused.
* * *
“Fuck me, you chicks are freaky!” he said as his stomach began to tighten and his dick hardened.
Shelia winked at him.
“Want to make an Anne sandwich, kid?”
He didn’t know what an Anne sandwich was, but he wanted to.
“Yep.”
Shelia pulled out of Anne and Anne released Arsen’s dick. She smiled at him.
“You’re going to take me in the ass.”
“I am?” he asked.
She nodded. “Get up.”
He stood up and watched as Shelia laid down, her black dildo standing up. Anne climbed on and slid down it.
“This is wild,” he managed to say as he climbed on the bed and found his dick easily moved into her ass. “This doesn’t hurt?”
“No,” she said. “Stroke along with me, Arsen.”
* * *
Her ass raised, and he went all the way into her. Then she went down on the dildo and he stayed where he was, letting his dick pull away from her.
She moaned like she loved it. “Now all at once,” she said. “I’m going to grind on this dildo while you fuck my asshole, Arsen. Got it?”
“Guess so,” he said as he moved back to fill her.
Anne wiggled on the dildo as Arsen moved in and out of her. It was all going fine for a while. Until he really looked at what he was doing.
He was fucking the mother of the only girl he’d ever loved. The girl who had thought him a loser after her father was able to beat him up.
* * *
That woman was riding a dildo the size of a donkey’s dick as she fucked another woman and he fucked her up the ass. It was sick, twisted, and nothing he had ever even imagined doing. Then the pill and liquor hit him hard, and he threw up all over the women beneath him.
* * *
The memory made Arsen nearly wretch out loud. He then realized it was fifteen minutes until dawn and at the very least he was going to see who it was that was supposed to be waiting outside to tell him something.
Gently he moved away from Steele and went to get dressed. He called Paul and asked him to go outside, with his gun. But he wanted him to act as if they weren’t together.
Paul joined him as he got off the private elevator. Arsen gave him a nod.
“Thanks for getting up at the butt crack of dawn for me, Paul. I have no idea who it was that texted me, but I’m grasping at straws here. I have to listen to anyone who has a thing that can possibly help us.”
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