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“No, not like that. Don’t get the wrong idea. Given our ages, we have so much in common. We go to movies and concerts together. Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte he tells me everything.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, everything and by that I mean he told me in exact detail what happened in your hotel room the other night.”

It was Elvira’s turn to blush.

“Don’t be embarrassed. He was beside himself with joy and that’s what I need to talk to you about.”

“Are you suggesting that I see him again?” Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte’s panties were starting to get damp, just thinking of that long, fat, hard, young cock in her mouth.

“That would be wonderful, Junior would love that, but there’s more.”

“Madame Samantha, I think you misunderstand my interest. I am embarrassed to tell you that what I did with Junior is the only thing I do.”

“No, no, I do understand, Madame. You see, two or three times a year I use my hands to satisfy my husband, but Senior is still a very viral man who, naturally needs more.”

“Are you suggesting . . .?”

“Madame, last year I accidentally walked in on Junior while he was masturbating. He didn’t see me, and I am ashamed to say I watched for a few minutes.”

“Madame Samantha, he may look like a boy, but he’s all man down there.”

“Yes, and that’s why I need your help. You see what Junior has, Senior has, too; just as big. I would pay you well for, well you know. Perhaps a few thousand Euros?”

“Madame Samantha,. what you are proposing is not possible. I am not that kind of a woman. I enjoy men. I would never . . .”

Samantha Vogel interrupted her. “Perhaps, not money. Maybe a personal gift from me?”

Through lunch and into late afternoon, the two women talked. It was a negotiation.

When they departed the L’Etoile Bistro Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte had secured passage on one of Vogel company’s private jets whenever she wanted to fly anywhere in Europe.

In return, Madame Vogel would give her husband the gift of Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte’s mouth. “Elvira, I suspect that my husband may not be satisfied with one time, if what Junior told me is true.”

“Madame, I assure whatever Junior told you was not an exaggeration. If one of your planes is readily available any time, then my mouth will be readily available to your husband any time. And if Junior would like to see me again, that too can be arranged.”

A month later, Hiram Vogel, Senior met Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte in the French resort town of Biarritz. She’d flown in on one of the Vogel’s private jets; the crew treated her like royalty.

Samantha Vogel told her husband that Elvira was his anniversary present. A gift she herself loathed to give him.

Senior wasn’t unfamiliar with blowjobs but it had been a long time. What he was unfamiliar with was a woman who had the skill of Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte.

Samantha told her that Senior liked an ornament on his arm. If he liked an ornament on his arm, he loved Elvira’s ornament in the shape of her stunning red lips on his cock.

As for Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte: Senior’s cock was everything Junior’s was; of course, he didn’t provide her with nearly as much semen as his son. As long and as fat as she’d ever had.

Hiram, Senior insisted on seeing Elvira every few months. His wife did not objective. However, Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte insisted on seeing Junior just as frequently. She loved sucking Senior’s cock, but Junior’s long, fat, young and massive cum shots were a treat.

Another treat with Junior was rubbing her face in his smooth as silk ball sack. At least once during their time together, Elvira had him lower himself on her face and rub it all over. More than anything, it made her pussy leak.

A few years later, she noticed that he finally was growing pubic hair. Madame insisted that he shave it off. “I know having hair on your balls makes you feel like a man, but Junior, by now you should know that Madame’s lips are familiar with men, and I would never suck your cock like I do if you weren’t a man.”

In the end he allowed her to shave him whenever they spent a few days together. She was meticulous and careful, and she’d tell him how big, and beautiful his cock was, “and Junior when I’m done my lips will be so anxious to feel your manliness fucking my mouth.”

It was on a holiday to the French Riviera town of Agde that Marty Tremont invited her to share a glass of champagne. In the past, she would have dismissed him as just a boy, but after the joy of Junior’s young cock in her mouth, she couldn’t resist trying to seduce Marty.

It was during their second time together that Marty convinced her that he’d love to eat her pussy. “You can’t be serious; it was before you were born that a man had any interest in my pussy.”

In fact, it had been Crown Prince Ludwig who was in his seventies and claimed that he couldn’t get any erection unless he ate her.

If you read A DECADENT LIFE: MARTY TREMONT, you know that no one ate pussy like Marty; no one loved to eat pussy more than Marty.

To her surprise, the now seventy-three-year-old Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte discovered that she loved how Marty’s tongue made her feel.

On her flight on a Vogel jet back to Paris, she had an idea.

After resting for a few days, she made a call. “Junior, it’s Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. Why don’t you plan on spending a few days at my flat?

Before he arrived, Elvira took a long, hot bath and did a little grooming; something she’d never bother to do before. Why would she; few men had seen it, and even fewer were familiar with it. The last being that Urugayan jockey, Juan Mendoza, an encountered she’d rather forget.

Upon Hiram Vogel, Junior’s arrival, “Junior, hurry come to bed. It’s been too long.” To his shock, she took off her negligee and was laying on top of the bed naked. “Junior, I’ve neglected much of your sex education, except for blowjobs. It’s time you learned to enjoy the taste of a woman.

Junior Vogel took to pussy eating. With her encouragement, and by that I mean blowjobs, he not only loved to eat her pussy, but he also insisted on it.

Two weeks after that first time, Junior called her, “I can’t get enough of your taste, can I come over and, please.”

“And what?”

“Eat your pussy.”

As much as she loved sucking his long, fat cock, Madame found particular joy in having twenty-two-year-old Hiram Vogel, Junior eagerly eat her old pussy. On occasion, she came when giving him a blowjob. Now, his tongue made her cum, two some three times whenever they were together.

Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte added to her requirements for men: wealthy, big cock, young and a willing and talented pussy eater.

THE END

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