“No, stay a little longer,” Gage said, giving him puppy dog eyes. “I want to hear more stories about your time in the National Assembly.”
Chastain, his face flushed, leaned forward. “You’re wearing me out dear boy,” he said, one flabby hand closing over Gage’s slender digits. He must have been half drunk to be so open in front of Cosette. “I have no more stories left to tell you.”
“Yes my dear, stop being so selfish,” Cosette said. “Emile must be getting home to his wife. She will be worried about him.”
“She is away this weekend,” Chastain replied, an edge of resentment entering his voice, “attending some charity conference or other in Toulouse. My wife is very active when it comes to supporting good causes.”
“Most commendable,” Cosette replied, knowing full well that Madame Chastain was out of the way. That was why she had chosen tonight to spring her little trap.
“Then you must stay the night,” Gage said, right on cue. “You cannot go out so late. It is too dark, and you’ve been drinking. You might have an accident.” He looked to Cosette for support. “Isn’t that right, Madame? Monsieur Chastain can stay here tonight, we have plenty of rooms.” He glanced back at the old man, watching him from beneath his long lashes. “Please say you’ll stay.”
“Yes, Emile,” Cosette said politely. “You are more than welcome to stay.”
Chastain made an obvious show of debating what to do, before nodding his head. “If you are sure it won’t be too much trouble.”
Cosette sat back in her chair, and took a long sip of wine. “No trouble, Emile,” she said. “No trouble at all.”
*
Sitting in the makeshift control room in the bowels of the house, Cosette watched Gage and Chastain on the television screen. They were in Gage’s room, where the hidden video camera had been set up. Pressing a button on the remote control, she zoomed in on the image the camera was transmitting.
The two men were kneeling on the floor, Gage, naked and on all fours, moaning enthusiastically while Chastain was crouched behind fucking him hard. Cosette lit up a cigarette as she watched the show. Her stepson had done an excellent job in rigging up the room. Electronics was the second thing Gage was very good at. The picture was crisp and clear, as was the sound, and there was definitely no denying that it was the respectable Monsieur Chastain rutting like a hog with a nineteen year old boy. The whole sordid coupling was being recorded of course. That was the whole point of the exercise. She breathed out a cloud of cigarette smoke. Her plan was working perfectly.
Wistfully though, she wished Gage was just a few years younger. Filming a government official having sex with a minor would have been the icing on the cake. As it was, she did have more than enough footage to use as leverage. She pressed the remote again, zooming in on Gage.
His sleek, perfect body glistened with sweat, and he played the part of the ripe little virgin very well. His moans and fuck grunts were really quite exquisite. No wonder Chastain was so obviously being whipped up in to a fever. Thanks to her, Gage was used to this kind of action. She had broken him in herself, using a strap-on and dildos of various sizes and shapes.
As she kept watching her protégé, she started to become aroused. He really was a beautiful boy. She leaned forward, and picked up Mr. Nathanial from the nearby table. The vibrator was her favorite, sculpted to her specifications exactly. Gage loved fucking her with it when she would allow him to. He'd even taken to sleeping with the thing, saying it reminded him of her. Once she'd found him fondling its smooth sides in the office. Such a strange boy. While the two men were still fucking on screen, she pulled down her panties and hitched up her dress. Mr. Nathanial’s soft body sent shivers up her spine as she pressed it against her moist cunt.
On the screen, the pig Chastain was grunting louder and picking up speed. She knew the old fart wouldn’t last very long. It would be some consolation to her brave little trooper. She let out a deep sigh as she slowly rubbed Mr. Nathanial between her legs.
“Oh Gage,” she whispered. “My sweet beautiful Gage, you’re my good little boy.”
As tendrils of pleasure slid over her body, Cosette again congratulated herself on her own cleverness. She had found out about Chastain’s penchant for young men from a married diplomat she was sleeping with. The diplomat was inclined to pretend he was an adult baby, and Cosette willingly encouraged and participated in his fantasies. Naturally, Gage had secretly filmed the pair’s intimate mother and child sessions for later use. Rich men with high profile careers and embarrassing secrets were a tremendous source of financial gain. Unfortunately for Cosette and Gage though, when they tried to extort money from the diplomat, the miserable coward had chosen to take his own life rather than submit to blackmail.
However, there was a silver lining amidst the debacle. The diplomat was also a terrible gossip, and before he died, he had confided in Cosette about Chastain’s regular visits to male escorts. With business down and funds running low, Cosette and her "assistant" had slipped quietly off to the country to plan their next move under the guise of investigating properties to purchase.
Predictably, it was very easy to snare Chastain. They had gone to the right parties, used Adolphe’s name to secure an introduction with the old man, and though he tried to hide it, Cosette had seen he was completely smitten with Gage. Her pretty boy had played his part well. He didn’t make it obvious, but was ambiguous enough to intrigue Chastain. The three of them shared a couple of lunches together, and Cosette and Gage were invited down to Chastain’s chateau for the weekend. While Cosette tolerated Chastain’s tedious wife, Chastain and Gage had gone fishing together. Nothing improper had gone on. Gage had been taught to be subtle, slowly winding Chastain in. He was very proud of his acting talents. Chastain was utterly besotted with him, Gage had assured her. It was time to strike. When Cosette invited him to dinner at the lake house, the old fool had jumped at the chance.
After their meal, Cosette pretended to busy herself in the kitchen. While she was away, Gage delivered his pre-prepared patter. He was confused, he confessed to Chastain, he had feelings he didn’t really understand; feelings for other men. Alone so far from home with no friends to talk to but his boss, he was desperate. In Chastain he said he had found a friend and confident. When Cosette returned with coffee laced with yet more alcohol, Gage had given her a knowing look. She stopped herself from smiling, and had excused herself a little while later. She had a headache, she said, and was going to bed. By now Chastain and Gage were snuggled together, giggling like schoolgirls. It was only inevitable they would tumble in to bed.
Now the endgame was approaching. Cosette rubbed the toy faster and faster against her slit. Her sinuous body bucked as orgasm overwhelmed her. On the screen, Chastain tensed and let out a low moan. She watched in cold triumph, as the old man reached the point of no return. His flabby body sagged like a deflated balloon as he emptied himself in to Gage.
Cosette sneered, and tossed Mr. Nathaniel away. She didn’t bother to put her panties back on, and still hot and wet went upstairs to go in for the kill.
*
“Well, Monsieur, I hope you found everything to your liking,” she said briskly, as she walked in to Gage’s room.
Chastain, still naked, was sitting on the end of the bed. He stood up in almost comical surprise, his feeble manhood flapping between his legs. “Madame! I – ”
“No need to explain,” Cosette purred. “I quite understand.”
Gage, curled up like a cat in an easy chair, let out a loud smirk. Chastain looked at him, a helpless look in his eyes. “Gage, tell her this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh no Monsieur,” Gage said. “I’m afraid it’s too late to backtrack. We have everything on film.”
Incomprehension was stamped all too clearly on Chastain’s ugly face. With exquisite slowness, realization dawned, and Chastain’s expression became grim. Cosette almost laughed out loud. “I understand,” he said with obvious bitterness. “Well played
, Madame.”
“I see you catch on quickly Emile,” Cosette said. She moved to the window and peered through the blinds. Outside, the lake glittered like black ice. “You can guess, of course, what we want.”
“Money.” Chastain spat the word.
Gage clapped his hands. “Well done, Monsieur.”
“Fuck off! Faggot!” the old man snapped.
“Such terrible language,” Gage said with a whining quality in to his voice.
“He is just a little overwrought, my dear,” Cosette replied, turning her attention back to the two men. “He didn’t mean it, did you Emile. Why don’t you apologize to my employee for being so rude, Monsieur?”
Chastain gave her a look that was positively murderous. He must have seen the steel in Cosette’s gaze though, because he turned back to the boy. “My apologies, Gage.” He sighed heavily, and sat back down. “I don’t understand,” he went on, addressing Cosette again. “You have money already. And a successful company. Adolphe was a rich man. Why do you want to blackmail me?”
“My late husband was not as prosperous as he would have us believe,” Cosette said. “When the unfortunate accident robbed me of my husband I discovered Adolphe was up to his neck in debts. We would have lost everything, if I had not . . . thought outside the box. It takes everthing I can manage to keep my business and my lifestyle funded.”
Chastain gave her a wry smile. “You’ve done this before.” It was a statement rather than a question. “You whore out anyone you can?”
“I am usually the one to do the heavy work, as it were, though Gage always rises to the occasion when it is necessary.”
The old man held her gaze. “You disgust me.”
“Oh come now, my dear Emile,” Gage said, slipping on to the bed and massaging Chastain’s bare shoulders. “You can’t deny you enjoyed yourself. Surely you won’t turn your back on a poor, confused young man and a widow. We are quite destitute you know.”
Chastain shrugged him off. He got off the bed, and started to get dressed. “How much do you want?”
“Our needs are modest,” Cosette said. “Shall we say, five hundred thousand Euros?”
She saw Chastain tense, but he carried on dressing. “If I pay up, will that be an end to this?”
“Of course,” Cosette said brightly. She looked at Gage, and the grin he gave her dripped with poison. “For now, that is.”
“For now?” Chastain barked.
“You must understand, with the economy in such a state we never know when another blow to my wealth will happen.” she replied. “And Gage doesn't come cheap. So to speak.”
“You’re a callous bitch,” Chastain said without feeling.
“So I’ve been told,” she said.
“It’s possible you could be bluffing,” he replied. “There might not be any video footage at all.”
“Would you like to call my bluff?” Cosette asked sweetly. “I could email the film to your wife, or perhaps post it online.”
“No,” he said. “I believe you.”
Cosette gave him a polite nod. “Excellent. It’s a pleasure doing business with you. I think now perhaps you should be going. Gage will contact you to arrange a payment to the appropriate account. I hope you enjoy the rest of the weekend, such as it is.”
*
After Chastain had gone, Cosette slipped out of her dress and took Gage in to her bedroom. He had remained naked throughout the exchange with Chastain, and Cosette’s eyes raked hungrily over his lean body. Whatever his flaws emotionally, he was still a perfect physical specimen. She let out a deep sigh as he licked her pussy eagerly.
“You did very well my sweet,” she said, gazing up at the ceiling.
He lifted his head from out her crotch. “I was good, wasn’t I?”
“It was a superb performance, my darling.”
He grinned, and clambered on top of her. She clutched his hair as he kissed her hard on the mouth. Her legs wrapped round him, and his hard dick pressed pleasantly against her skin. They held that pose for a little while longer, before Cosette pushed free of his embrace. Trailing kisses along his sculpted chest, she slowly moved lower, teasing him, before wrapping her lips around his rigid cock.
“Oh yes,” he sighed, “just like that.”
She took him down to the root, savoring his taste. A warm tingle ran through her, as she thought back to the first time she had done this. He had been sixteen then, a throbbing morass of anger and hormones. He had exploded in her mouth within minutes. Fortunately though, Cosette had taught him to last longer now. She pleasured him with practiced ease, caressing his salty tip with her tongue, knowing exactly what he liked.
“Lick my balls,” he whispered.
Cosette obliged dutifully, running her tongue gently round his shaved sac. She always made him groom himself down there fastidiously. Above her, he let out a satisfying moan and ran his fingers through her hair. Very lightly, she sank her teeth in to his left ball and he cried out like a girl.
“Don’t be nasty, my love,” he said, and she pictured the pouty look he’d be wearing on his face. “I deserve some pampering. That old goat made me very sore you know.”
“Poor baby,” she cooed.
He tugged at her shoulders, and she climbed on top of him. She nuzzled his cheek as his hand fondled her breasts. “You know my dear,” he said, “I think I deserve a treat.”
“Anything my love,” she replied, nipping playfully at his ear.
“I want to fuck you,” he replied, his tone becoming serious.
She let out a throaty laugh. “Of course you want to fuck me, my dear. What do you think we’re doing now? Playing billiards?”
He stopped playing with her. “I mean from behind, in your ass.”
“No,” she said resolutely. Though Cosette had been with many men, and was no stranger to the pleasures of sex, she had never once considered doing that. The very thought of sodomy filled her with dread. It was too degrading, too humiliating, and if there was one thing Cosette could not abide, it was being humiliated.
“But I want to dear,” Gage whined in a pitiful voice. “I’ll be very gentle, being that it is your first time anal sex. You will enjoy it very much my sweet, promise.”
“I said no Gage,” she replied in a tired voice. “Now shut up about it dear.”
“No, I said I want it.” An edge of menace had entered the boy’s tone. He grabbed Cosette by the wrists. He was powerfully strong.
“Gage,” Cosette said in a warning tone, “enough rough stuff. Be a good boy.”
Ignoring her, he pushed her roughly on to her front. She was about to snap at him again, but he began to softly kiss her along the elegant curve of her back. Her skin tingled at his touch, and she tensed with pleasure as his tongue slipped in to the narrow crack of her ass. She began to relax again. Gage was a good boy really. Suddenly, with brutal swiftness, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pinned her to the bed. “Gage!” she snapped. “What are you doing?”
“The same thing that disgusting old goat Chastain did to me dear,” he hissed. “Why should you miss out on all the fun?”
Realizing what he intended to do, she thrashed and bucked wildly. He laughed at her, a high pitched and boyish sound, and held her fast. “No Gage!” she yelled. “I won’t tell you again!”
Still laughing, Gage rammed his dick in to her ass. Stars exploded before her eyes, and she let out an unholy scream. Gage held her down, pressing her face in to the pillows on the bed. “Relax, my dear,” he chuckled. “You’ll enjoy it more.”
Dizzy with pain, she clutched at the bed as he began thrusting in to her. The stabbing agony ripped through her body and she gritted her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of screaming again. Already in her mind, she was plotting a cruel and terrible revenge for this indignity.
“Ah yes,” he gasped, “you are so tight. Yes, that’s wonderful.”
He started to find his rhythm, his balls slapping against her as he fucked. They b
oth loved rough sex and despite her shock and anger, Cosette began to drift away on the pain. Before long, the thought of Gage’s beautiful body ramming in to her, made her wet again. Pleasure swelled her clit and she let out a rough, bone deep moan. “Gage, oh Gage,” she whispered, breathless with rekindled desire.
“See, you like it,” Gage sighed, “you like it, my dirty little bitch.”
He scooped her up on to all fours, and squeezed her breasts. She winced at the fresh pain, but pushed in to him, eager to get every inch of his dick inside her. He obliged her with unrestrained eagerness, ploughing her tight butt as frantically as Chastain had done to him earlier. In a heartbeat, the sticky heat of his seed erupted inside her, and he let out one final, guttural moan. Her orgasm came close on his heels. As he pulled roughly out of her, she writhed on the bed, waves of pleasure crashing over her body. When she had recovered and looked up at him, he was gazing down at her tenderly.
She grinned up at him. “I’m sorry my dear, you were right after all. I should never have doubted you.”
He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “You know my only purpose in life is to please you, love. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known you’d hate it.”
“You are a good boy,” she said, letting him wrap her up in his arms. “When you’re finished with the blonde girl we can do this all over again.”
He frowned at her. “Finished with the blonde girl?”
She kissed him on the nose. He was adorably cute when he was confused. “From the campsite remember? You’ve arranged to meet her again tomorrow evening at the boat house, I heard you talking. When you do, you’ll do what you’ve just done to me.”
Gage stared at her. “All right my dear,” he said, “if you insist.”
“I do insist my sweet,” she replied, twirling a finger through his curls. “You'll take her out for a ride and fuck her in the water. When you’re finished, leave her there naked and swim back alone.”
“She'll be humiliated. The entire village will know before nightfall.”
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