Chapter 4: Climax
"Oh, fuck," the Client gasped, his eyes rolling back as Madame Colette brought the vacuum cleaner to his exposed cock. He was trembling with anticipation, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure as the device flicked across his sensitive head.
"Relax, chérie," Madame Colette whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Let me show you what real pleasure feels like."
She moved the vacuum lower, its suction pulling at his balls as it traveled along the length of his shaft. His breath caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard.
The anticipation was killing him, his mind racing with excitement as Colette brought the machine closer to his aching erection. She pulled down his underwear, and his cock sprang free, hard as a rock. He gasped as the head of his cock brushed against the plastic nozzle of the vacuum, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
"Relax, chéri," Colette whispered, her French accent thick and rich. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, stroking him gently as she guided the vacuum hose up and down.
"Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, eager for more.
Colette chuckled softly, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "I'm glad you like it," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
The vacuum's hum intensified as she increased the suction, making his head spin with pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his balls tightening as he fought to maintain control.
But Colette had other plans.