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My Domme Mistress whose name will not be revealed wrote Part VII. This
story is definetely not for pople underage. So if you are too young or
don?t like TG stories stop reading.
By Domme Mistress and Greta
From Gary to Greta Part VII
Saturday afternoon at 4 pm my wife ordered me back on the dining room
table, on all fours, knees spread out. Even in my cage, my cock was
throbbing wildly. I was sure it would be a repeat of the other day, with my
lovely wife removing my cage and milking me. Even if she would be doing it
while talking with that witch of my mother-in-law, it would still feel so
good. Instead, a minute later I trembled when I saw the building
superintendent, Madame Vaucheron, walk in. Big and fat and middle-aged and
very good natured, she came close to me. I pleaded with my wife, "Madame
Beringer, why?"
My wife smiled, "Because it has to be done. I think it is digusting to have
to do it to you. So instead Madame Vaucheron has accepted to get paid to do
it."
So now I understood that part, too. My wife had learned and practiced
milking other men. That is why she was so good at it. And she was disgusted
doing to me. But to other men, she loved it. Just the same with jerking off
other men, with sucking other men, with fucking other men. My wife loved
having sex with many other men, but found it disgusting with me.
My wife started to approach my cock cage to open it. Madame Vaucheron
indicated there was no need. Madame Vaucheron lit a cigarette (a Gaulois),
accepted a glass of wine, and started on me. She put on a thick rubber
scouring glove, the kind that has the nubs on the fingertips. Lubricating
it well, she slipped it in deep into my ass. I moaned and reared
involuntarily. All of Paris could see me on the many high resolution
cameras around the room. Madame Vaucheron was an expert at this. Smoking
non-stop, drinking wine, fingering my ass. I later learned she was a
farmer's daughter and had practiced lots of artificial insemination. She
knew precisely how to get into genital openings!
Madame Vaucheron was exploring my ass deeply, even while she smoked and
drank. I moaned and squirmed on camera as her finger up my ass was
stimulating areas I did not even know existed. My cock and balls were
aching against the cage. Madame Vaucheron kept going, for all of Paris to
see.
Madame Vaucheron finished off the third or fourth cigarette and drank the
remaining wine. I knew the time was coming. In one hand she held my balls
really tightly, squeezing them just hard enough to make me scream but not
to make me cum. She looked at my wife. My wife smiled and nodded.
Without announcement, Madame Vaucheron slipped three fingers quickly up my
ass. I screamed.
In all three, she gripped my prostate. I screamed.
With all three fingers gripping my prostate, she started to massage it
expertly. I moaned and thrashed.
In a matter of seconds, she made me ejaculate wildly, through my cock cage,
my cock trapped and sharply constrained.
My wife stared in admiration and disbelief. "I did not know a man could cum
without having an erection," she told Madame Vaucheron when she paid her.
Madame Vaucheron counted the 100 Euros and smiled, "Next time, Madame
Beringer, I will show you how it's done. And let you practice."
My wife exclaimed, "I would love to learn and to do it! But not with the
sissy: with another man!" The two women laughed. At my expense, of course.
But I noticed that the money received that week was huge: Madame Vaucheron
had been a marvelous success.
At least, Paris was being entertained. At my expense. And paying my wife
for it.
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