Maurice lay back on his comfortable bed and continued with his magazine, now and then interrupting his reading to fondle and stroke his naked penis whenever a thought of his mistress and the youth intervened. And when this occurred, he just had to smile to himself…
George, lying in bed with Madame Andre in her separate apartment in the chateau, also heard the wild scream coming from Mrs. Staunton's 'sitting' room way up on top of the aged building. He tapped the naked woman on her shoulder.
"Ah cherie," he said, "the boy is making Madam happy, yes?"
"So it would appear, George," said Madame Andre, turning slightly so that the huge dildo strapped around her middle maintained its position. This huge instrument was buried completely up inside Georges' bowels.
Madame Andre had been ass fucking George since Maurice drove Melissa and Steve back from Monaco and the opera in Monte Carlo.
As the two lay there, each enjoying his own special thoughts, both were now thinking about what might be happening between their mistress and the new house guest.
"You want me to pull it out, George?"
He shook his head. "No."
"But I've been fucking you over an hour. Aren't you ready to come?"
"No. Not yet. Keep going."
"But you've lost your erection," she said, a sad tone in her voice as her fingers groped around in front, fingering his once happy cock now in flaccid state.
This was how it happened between these two. At first, the sessions would start out hot and strong and then wane. When they'd begin however, George would be so roaring hot with passion and a lust that defies description, that while waiting for the first plunge of the huge phallic instrument, he would be literally crying, begging for it, entreating Madame to fuck him up his ass.
He would, in a position like this, in this kind of condition that Madame*Andre loved to see him in, one in which she would wallow joyfully because she was in supreme dominant control, literally crawl on his knees, pleading with her.
He would be wearing a woman's black corset with bone stays. On his head would be a wig of long blonde hair that reached his waist. He'd be wearing black shiny leather boots.
As he'd parade around Madame Andre's apartment, her sitting on a sofa watching, often swinging the whip she'd use on his naked buttocks, he'd mince like a woman, bend down, put his back to her, raise his behind up in the air and fingerfuck his own asshole right in front of her.
Throughout this she might kick him in the behind, she might order him to turn around and as she'd open her legs wide and caress her thick hairy cunt with her peasant fingers, instruct him precisely how she wanted him to lap her cunt, how she wanted his tongue to funnel inside the meaty, pink and purple cunt lips her fingers would pry open and hold open as she would throw her head back once Georges' thick tongue found its way up inside her hot slit.
George would continue to lick her smelly cunt while she toyed with her clitoris. When she'd begin to scratch it. George all the while down on her and sucking and slurping madly, whimpers would escape her lips and she would suddenly begin to feel the urge to satisfy the huge Frenchman.
"George," she would say, her voice low and husky.
"Yes, Mistress," would be his answer.
"Are you ready, George?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. I am ready for you. I am ready for it."
"Is your asshole hungry, George?"
"Oh, yes, my asshole is hungry, Mistress."
With this Madame Andre would kick George away. Sometimes this boot in the ass would be so hard the Frenchman would almost be toppled over backwards on the rug.
"Get it. Bring it to me," she would say.
"Oh yes, My Mistress," George would answer, crawling away, looking back meekly over his hairy shoulder, the black corset on his upper body looking utterly ridiculous.
The corset, in comparison with the long blonde wig, and the sleek black shiny boots, gave the huge hairy man more than a look of what might be thought bizarre?
At the same time it was funny, it wasn't funny at all. It was all deadly serious and George thrilled intensely to every moment he wore the bizarre costume.
As he would cross the room on his hands and knees, his huge buttocks swaying in a kind of crazy rhythm, Madame Andre would finger her own hot moist asshole just staring at his hanging testicles and his immense cock, a cock she loved up her own ass, in her mouth, slapping her across her face when she was in the right mood.
She adored his dangling balls. Sometimes when she was intensely excited she'd order him to kneel astride her face. Looking up at his heavy, hairy balls that brushed across her upturned face, she only had to stick out her tongue for George to suddenly squash down on her face, smashing his balls into her mouth, over her nose, slapping her eyes with them.
She was reminded of this now as she watched him doing what he really loved.
Over at a bureau in which all the paraphernalia for sex was carefully kept, George was opening one of the drawers with his teeth. Madame loved to watch this. It was easy.
Once he'd succeeded, she'd see his head dip in and come up with one or another of the huge black dildoes kept there.
Like a dog carrying a bone, he would crawl back to her. Like a dog, he'd sit up and offer the dildo to her. Madame Andre would accept it.
Then putting it down on the sofa, she would open her robe to expose her ripe, heavy breasts. Her nipples would be lipsticked as would be her huge brown aureoles.
"Lick them," she could command, cupping her huge breasts in her peasant hands, massaging them as she watched his tongue wash over the sweet smelling lip stick. She loved to have her breasts sucked this way.
And as George would be doing this, on his knees, his huge head bent forward, Madame Andre would reach out her left foot on which she wore a spiked high heel.
She would find his fully erect prick, an immense organ over ten inches long, thick, fat and ominous looking. Then she would tease and tantalize it with the toe of her high heel before finally she'd slide the metal heel up and down the enormous shaft.
After moments of this, she would order the man to turn around, interrupting his feasting on her huge breasts. This served* to frustrate George and he would growl. He would try to keep on sucking but she would refuse, often slapping his face hard.
When he'd finally obey, now on his hands and knees, his huge buttock s facing her, Madame Andre would stand up. Strapping a belt around her waist and fitting it between her legs, buckling it tightly, she would attach the huge black dildo.
She would weave obscenely, looking at the huge artificial phallus, Then she would walk around to stand in front of George.
"He would raise his head. Looking up at the penis strapped to her waist, dangling so perversely, so wickedly from her groin.
"Suck it," she would command, gripping the instrument with her fingers, offering it to his famished lips.
And he'd lick and kiss it, Madame Andre would weave seductively back and forth, gyrating and rotating her thick heavy hips, the dildo swaying obscenely as George attempted to take it between his lips.
"Suck it!" she'd repeat her command. "Suck me off," she whispered softly, George shuddering at her words.
When she'd finally stop swaying and just stand there in front of him, she would allow him to raise up. He would not hold her by the hips as he'd take the dildo into his mouth.
Soon he'd be sucking on it madly, wildly, the enormous black thing going in and out of his mouth as fairly soon it would be entering and leaving his panting asshole once he'd anointed it sufficiently with his saliva.
"Spit on it, George. Spit on it, George!"
Perhaps when a moment had passed she would tap him on the head. His eyes would open. His pupils would be dilated.
"Turn around, George. I'm ready to fuck you now. Are you ready, George?"
"Oh yes, My dear Mistress."
"Is your asshole ready, George?"
"Oh yes, oh yesss," he would reply in a highly pitched feminine voice. "Oh yesssss, My Mistress."
With this, George would turn around. He'd stick his big ass high up in the air, holding his buttocks wide apart with both hands, his forehead balancing on the rug.
Madame Andre would gather a whole gob of her spit and drop it into his open asshole. When it was running down his hairy thighs, she would grip him by his flanks.
Bracing himself, she would aim the thick head of the dildo at his anus.
"Beg for it… beg for it," she would command.
Crying like a baby, wiggling his ass like a young virgin calf, his giant balls swaying, his prick immense and on the verge of exploding, Madame Andre would ease the head inside his ass channel, then plunge, using all her enormous strength.
When the huge dildo vanished up his hole, George would let out a scream that could have been heard in Nice, miles distant!