Ectasy on Fire

George, knowing her well, would shock her out of her ecstatic reverie by using some trick or another. One of his favorites was to flex the muscles of his prick, making it jump inside her throat, or suddenly pulling his cock out, leaning forward, and whipping her face with the huge member. This always made Madam Andre red with embarrassment.

Now, as they discussed the frontal attack they would need to wage on the new upstairs maid, Madam Andre was down on her knees before him. Her huge breasts were swollen from the constant fondling, her nipples fully erect. George spread his knees.

She smiled up at him, knowing what he wanted. Gripping his cock with her teeth, her mouth wide open, she began to bite and chew on the rosy head until George moaned in ecstasy.

Knowing how much her man liked this, Madam Andre bit and chewed away, squeezing her giant breasts at the same time.

Finally, Madam held both breasts high up while the Frenchman put his cock between them. Half of his enormous red, throbbing cock was hidden in the crevice of her breasts.

George began pumping up against her breastbone. Madam Andre pumped back, massaging the shaft of his huge cock with the insides of her curvy breasts. When the friction became almost unbearable, the French woman lowered her chin, dropping great gobs of spit down between her breasts, and on his cock. The saliva lessened the friction, and increased the lubrication for the great prick.

Madam Andre knew by simply looking up at George's screwed up face that his prick would be exploding soon. She looked forward to it. She loved the feel of his prick throbbing and spurting between her warm, wet breasts. She felt him coming. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed; his mouth emitted a low moan. His cock pulsed in the full flesh of her breasts. She flipped over completely, throwing her head far back so that her upturned face was under his prick. She cupped her heavy breasts, holding them up high with the pointed nipples as targets for George's cock to shoot at.

He squeezed his cock tightly in his fist, rubbing it up and down. He came, but he missed her nipples. His gobs of thick sperm plopped onto her upturned face instead, hitting her eyes, her nose, her tongue, which stuck out from her open mouth.

"So, what we can do," Madam Andre said, wiping his come from her face and standing up, "is organize the blackmail situation so that she is compromised by both of us."

"I don't understand. You mean at the same time?"

"No, stupid, I do not."

"Then what do you mean, Madam Andre?" George always called her Madam Andre in the kitchen. He idly jerked off his slackening cock as they conversed.

"Well, I read this in one of those cheap novels by Hugo. You catch her doing something with me and threaten that you'll tell Madame Staunton."

"I think I understand," he grinned, showing strong, white, peasant teeth.

"Then, George, I catch her in some compromising position with you, and I threaten to inform on her. How's that sound?"

So that was the plan, but it backfired, despite the fact that it was cleverly organized and executed.

While Nellie was eating in her room one night, George went into her private bathroom, having knocked politely and begged emergency. Quickly he took off his clothing and waited for the secret signal he expected from Madam Andre. She meant to catch the naked George alone with Nellie.

As it happened though, when Madam Andre did arrive, George had inadvertently locked himself in the bathroom. Nellie didn't understand what his banging on the door meant, because the walls of the chateau were so thick she couldn't make out what he was yelling. So she just went on obliviously eating, drinking a glass of wine, and thinking over how fortunate she was and how much she loved her mistress.

At this point, Madam Andre barged into Nellie's apartment, hoping to catch George and the new maid in the act.

"Where is George?" she asked.

"I have no idea, Madam Andre."

"What do you mean, you have no idea?"

"As I said. I have no idea. He was in the bathroom, but he must be out by now. I don't know where he went."

"What is that banging?"

"I have no idea, Madam Andre."

"Look," said Madam Andre, somewhat perturbed and a little worried, "is George in here, or not?"

Nellie shook her little head. "I have no idea where he is. I'm sorry."

George spent the night in the fortress-like bathroom. Finally, in the morning when Nellie tried to get in and couldn't, the household was alerted. Madam Andre got in herself and found him sound asleep in the giant tub.

Chapter Fifteen

In spite of the failure of the blackmail attempt, it wasn't long before the three of them, Nellie, George and Madam Andre, were swinging in the right direction, anyway.