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  The Mentor

  Cynthia Sax

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  Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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  The Mentor

  Cynthia Sax

  While taking the train from Paris to Milan, I volunteer to test a young stranger’s skills at reading body language. The sexy examples I give him lead to more lessons delivered against the compartment’s window, as the mentor shows his protégé how to please a woman. The mentor believes in hands-on learning, and I, being a faithful disciple of this method, am happy to oblige him. Together, we teach a young man the pleasures of sexual diversity, proving that the best education is not always one-on-one.

  The Mentor

  “He didn’t say anything.” The younger man defends his fuckup. He has a slender boyish build, which makes the big bulge in his black dress pants even more intriguing.

  The older man lounges back on the leather bench, his legs and arms spread, his proud bearing reflecting the confidence of age, his dark hair tinged with gray at the temples. His protégé twitches beside him, his energy divided between impressing his mentor and eying me up. Both American men are dressed in identical black suits, with white shirts and black ties.

  “He didn’t say anything with his mouth,” the mentor coaches. “You have to learn to read body language.”

  His silver-eyed gaze meets mine across the first class compartment. I give him a sultry fuck-me smile. We’ve been flirting physically since leaving Gare de Lyon, and I know before the train arrives in Milan, I’ll have his cock inside me.

  “Take the blonde sharing our compartment.” The mentor’s voice is low and deep, making my pussy moisten.

  Yes, take me please. I skim my fingernails over my breasts, sending signals even a virgin can read, and the older man is no virgin, his control over his body achieved by many years of fucking.

  “What is her body language telling you?” He raises one eyebrow, silently asking if I will play along.

  I will, and I’ll give them plenty of body language to decipher. I circle my curves slowly, seductively.

  “She… She…” The protégé studies me, his wide-eyed gaze fixing on my large breasts. I doubt he’s a virgin, but the slim possibility that I might be his first pussy excites me. “She likes to touch her breasts.”

  I do like to touch my breasts. I also like that they’re watching me touch my breasts.

  “That’s what she’s doing.” The mentor shakes his head, the edges of his lips curling up with amusement. “Lock the door, and draw the privacy curtain, Evan.” The younger man, runs to do his hero’s bidding. “What do her actions tell you about her?”

  I pinch my nipples, the pain-pleasure shooting through my body.

  “She’s aroused?” The protégé’s voice lilts upward in question, and he looks to the older gentleman for confirmation.

  I bemoan the loss of his perusal, so I spread my legs, my short skirt riding up to my thighs, giving them a clear view of my cleanly shaven cunt. The attention of both strangers returns to me. I grow wet, the train vibrating under my ass.

  “Yes, she’s horny.” The mentor breathes in deeply, his nostrils flaring. The small room is filled with the scent of my desire. “And she’s communicating that need with her body, asking us to satisfy her.”

  No shit. I always need satisfying. I tug up my skirt even more, until the fabric is around my waist. I run my fingers over my pussy lips, pulling them back to reveal my hot, wet hole. Evan’s mouth drops open, and the older man’s grin widens.

  “We fill that need. That’s what good salesmen do.” His knowing gaze studies me from the tip of my stilettos to the top of my blonde head. “How do we do that, Evan?”

  We. He said we. I shove two fingers inside me, preparing my pussy for a dual fucking, once by an experienced cock, and once by a cock with youthful eagerness. I pump my hungry cunt, rolling my head against the cushioned seatback, my mouth open with expectation.

  “We fuck her.” Evan jumps to his feet, his huge cock straining against his dress pants. He reaches for his zipper.

  “We will fuck her.” The older man and I exchange a loaded look, full of hot, sweaty promises. “Do you want coaching?”

  “I’m not a child. I know how to fuck.” The younger man growls.

  “Do you? Then go ahead, stud.” He settles back to watch as Evan pulls his pants and white boxer briefs down with one hard yank. “Fuck her until she screams. I’ll wait my turn.” The mentor’s expression is smugly confident, and my thighs quiver. He has a big dick, and he knows how to use it.

  The youthful Evan also has a big dick, his shaft long and hard, his cockhead beaded with a dab of precum. He is focused on one thing and one thing only. Putting that big dick inside my pussy.

  When I hand him a condom, he rips it open, rolls it over his cock, and lunges toward me. Without a “how-do-you-do,” a kiss, or a fondle, he grabs my hips, and slams into me with such force, I’m winded.

  I hold on to his shoulders, crying “Oh, oh, oh,” as he rams into me again and again, flashbacks of fast and furious high-school fucks in the backseat of cars flooding my mind. Back then, I didn’t know what a good fuck was.

  I know now, and this is not a good fuck: my clit selfishly ignored; my big breasts bouncing unappreciated by the boy using my body. Evan has no finesse, wielding his huge dick like a sledgehammer, huffing and puffing, ravaging my pussy with hard, deep thrusts. His technique is all over the place, and he thrusts faster and faster, like he’s in a race, determined to finish first.

  He does finish first, groaning his satisfaction into my hair, his cock jerking inside me, his hips twitching. He mumbles a thank you like I did him a service, making me feel cheap as he pulls out of me, then removes his filled condom and places it in the garbage bin. I am a tramp, but even tramps like to come when they’re fucked.

  I lower the hem of my skirt, covering my unsatisfied pussy, and I plunk my ass down on the leather seat, disgruntled with the world in general and selfish young men in particular.

  “Evan, Evan, Evan.” The mentor clucks his tongue, drawing
my gaze to his parted lips. “I see we have work to do.” He stands, removing his jacket, displaying a broad set of shoulders. The man doesn’t have Evan’s energy, but he’s in shape. He slowly unbuttons his cuffs, rolling them up. His forearms are strong and defined.

  “What? I fucked her.” The protégé’s face turns red.

  “Did she scream with satisfaction? Did she come even once?” The older man looks at me, and I shake my head. It wouldn’t have taken much. I’m an easy lay.

  “No? Then you didn’t truly fuck her. Let me show you how to satisfy a woman.” He takes my hand in his, drawing me to my feet. Our hips brush together, the fabric of his pants soft against my skin.

  “Read her body language. Remember how she touched herself?” He trails his right index finger down my side, close to my breast, and I shiver with the sensation. “She’s telling you how she wants to be fucked.” He swirls his fingertip around my breasts in lazy circles. The circles grow smaller and smaller until his finger reaches my nipple. “Mimic that touch.” He brushes his knuckles lightly over my pointed tip, and I cry out.

  My God, the man has skills. I’m ready to come, and we’re both still fully dressed.

  “Ask yourself, ‘What do I know about this woman?’” He continues to caress me, loving my tits with the patience of a man with a long train ride and nowhere else to go. He cups them with his big hands, weighing them, squeezing them, enjoying them the way nature intended. “What do we know about her, Evan?”

  “I know she has a hot snatch.” Evan smirks.

  “I’m sure she does.” My older lover doesn’t participate in the boy’s pissing match. “She shaves her snatch, as you call it, which means she expects men to look at it, stroke it, feast upon it. Men are more likely to eat a bare pussy.” He bends down to rub his cheek against mine, his stubble grazing my skin, leaving a burn of awareness, his breath blowing warm in the cool air-conditioned compartment. “I love eating bare pussy,” he murmurs into my ear, and I feel the husky words down to the hot snatch they talk about.

  “She’s a slut,” the protégé resorts to name-calling, trying to hurt me. He doesn’t hurt me because I know I’m a slut, and I celebrate my slutdom. I’ll have sex anytime, anywhere, with one man, two men, heck, I once had an entire professional football team, and I’d happily do it again, but with more lube this time, because the first time, I could barely walk the next day.

  “Yes, she’s a dirty little slut.” The mentor dips his fingers into his pants pocket, and removes a top of the line condom, lubricated for my satisfaction. The man likes the good stuff. “I’m a dirty little slut too.” This is said for my benefit alone. We are two of a horny kind. “She wears no panties, ready for a spur of the moment fuck. She carries condoms. She has sex with complete strangers on trains.”

  He leans into me, the hard ridge in his pants pressed against my thigh, my sluttiness turning him on. I stroke his fabric-covered cock, learning the width of his shaft, the flare of his cockhead, and he breathes a little heavier.

  “Are you watching her, Evan?” He turns his body, so the protégé has a clear view of what I’m doing. “Because she likes that. She likes that I watched you fuck her, rutting into her like an animal. She likes that the window shades are up, and all the passersby can see her pussy.”

  He unbuttons my blouse, drawing back the fabric, revealing my lacy bra. “Look at her tits, Evan. You missed them on the first fuck.”

  The first fuck? Oh, my God. They plan to have me multiple times.

  My skilled stranger pulls the lace down, my breasts pop out, joyously free. “They are made for this.” He trails the tip of his tongue down my curves before fastening his lips over my left nipple, sucking my soft flesh into his mouth.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I can’t maintain my silence, clutching him to my breast as he feeds on me, suckling hard, and then releasing, laving my nipple with the flat of his tongue, and suckling hard once more. The tug and pull coils my pussy tightly like a spring ready to pop.

  He gazes up at me, his silver eyes lit with amusement, as he drags his stubble-covered chin across my skin to give my right breast the same treatment. I repeat my barrage of fucks -- the tension building unbearably in my pussy. The damn man knows I’m about to come, yet he doesn’t ease up on my body, sucking my skin so raw, all it takes is a flick of his talented tongue, and I have to stuff my hand into my mouth to muffle my screams.

  “You made her come from sucking her tits?” Evan sounds impressed.

  He should be impressed. I’m damn impressed, and a bit giddy from my post-orgasmic high. I hold onto my lover’s shoulders for support. If he can do that with his mouth, his cock will drive me mad.

  “I made her come from reading her body.” He stands, finally unzipping his pants. He wasn’t lying about being a fellow slut, as he isn’t wearing underwear either, dark hair sprinkled with silver curled around the base of his magnificent cock. He’s big, one of the biggest I’ve ever taken, and I feel a tinge of trepidation.

  “She gave you the condom, which means she prefers her lovers sheathe themselves.” He rolls the condom over his cock, stroking himself a couple of times. “Now if I fuck her in the position you used, no one else will see her magnificent tits, and that would be a shame.”

  I squeeze my trembling thighs together, my cunt gushing with juices. The man reads my needs well, as I love being on display.

  “So I’ll fuck her this way.” He bends me over. “And everyone can admire her.” I’m facing the window. Cars and houses fly past us in a blur.

  “See the people in their cars waiting for the train?” He pours that question into my ear, his body draped over mine, his cock between my thighs.

  “We see them, and they see you. They see your big, beautiful breasts hanging down like fruit waiting to be savored.” He reaches around me and squeezes them.

  “They see my cock sliding between your pink pussy lips.” His condom-covered tip probes me until he finds my tight hole, and he pushes, sinking his monster cock into me inch by delicious inch.

  “Fuck, yes.” I arch my back, tilting my hips to take him deeper, until his pubic hair tickles my pussy lips.

  “They want to be the one fucking you.” He pulls back until only his cockhead is inside me, pausing for one long, lusty moment before driving forward. His rhythm is sure and solid, with each surge into my pussy rubbing his cock against my clit. As I can anticipate and match his movements, I push back into his thrusts, and clench his shaft with my pussy muscles, heightening the experience for both of us.

  This is how fucking is done. I hope Evan is taking notes, because he’s being given an exhibition by a master. The senior businessman grunts, working me over, his left hand on my hip, securing me, his right hand over my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples to the tempo of his fucking, making my body ache for release.

  “Harder, faster,” I cry, every inch of me the shameless slut he lusts after. He chuckles with the pure joy of fucking as he pounds into me, flesh smacking flesh, pushing me forward, until my breasts press against the cool glass for everyone to see.

  His right hand slides down my stomach toward my clit, and I wiggle my ass. This throws him off his game a little, our bodies colliding, and he laughs again, which makes me smile. I enjoy a man with a big cock and a sense of humor.

  That big cock is drawing so much juice from my pussy that it drips down my leg. I love the feeling of being overfilled. I imagine that his hot, sticky cum is mixed with mine, that he has come in my body, and continues to fuck me.

  I jerk again as he finds my clit, tapping that sensitive button as he enters me. Oh, God. It feels too good. My pants fog up the glass, my lungs aching. I can’t last. “Oh, oh, oh, I’m coming,” I warn him, turning my face, my cheek pressed against the window.

  He covers my mouth, swallowing my screams, while I convulse, held steady by his arms. He tastes of mint, his tongue tumbling, twisting, dancing around mine. His palms are flat against my skin, and he thrusts into me one,
two, three times before shuddering, his tremors feeding mine. I feel his heat, his cock rubbing the inside of my walls, as he squirts cum into the condom.

  “Fuck.” He kisses along my neck. “Evan is right. You are a hot piece of ass.”

  I beam at his compliment. “And you haven’t even fucked my ass yet,” I whisper back. I’m choosy about whom or what I let inside my ass, but judging by the way my legs are shaking, he’s more than worthy.

  He chuckles, straightening, his semi-hard cock slipping from me. He must have taken a little blue pill when I wasn’t looking, because there is no way his stiffie is all natural.

  “That is how you fuck a woman,” he tells the protégé. After disposing of the condom, the mentor cleans my dripping pussy with a tissue. If I was a monogamous type of slut, he’d be my dream lover. He is considerate, skilled, and endowed with a huge cock. A woman can’t ask for much more.

  “You made her come twice.” Hero worship warms Evan’s voice.

  “I bet with my help, you can make her come three times.” My older lover’s declaration makes my drained body zing back to life. I haven’t had this good of a fucking in a week.

  “Let me take care of this for you.” The senior businessman removes my blouse, folding and placing the garment neatly on the seat. I unzip my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “And this.” He bends over, picking it up, treating my skirt like a treasure to be revered. “Beautiful.” He expresses his appreciation of my body, as I stand naked before him in only my stilettos. “Isn’t she beautiful, Evan?” the mentor asks his protégé.

  “Yeah.” The younger man is hard again, ready for another self-serving rut.

  I’m not ready to be used like that, and I shrink back into the older gentleman’s body.

  “The correct answer is yes.” His right arm winds around me, his palm pressing against my stomach protectively. “If you want another taste of her hot snatch, you’ll do it under my tutelage.”