Chapter 8: Fun and Games
Colette's fingers tightened around the vacuum hose, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched the client's eyes glaze over with pleasure. She glanced down at his hard, quivering shaft, her own breath hitching as she saw the way it twitched in anticipation.
The vacuum buzzed and hummed as she moved it closer to his erection, its sleek metal body gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom.
"Mmm, I see you're ready for me now, mon cher," she purred, her breath hot against his ear.
She pressed the vacuum against the base of his shaft, and he nearly jumped out of his skin as the sensation of the suction sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He groaned, the sound deep and guttural, as she began to move the machine up and down his throbbing length.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he moaned, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he rocked his hips back and forth.
Colette smiled, her grip on the vacuum hose tightening as she moved it faster and faster along his length.
"You like that, mon cher?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.
He nodded, unable to speak as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock twitching and throbbing as he teetered on the verge of ecstasy.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" Colette whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
"Yes, please," he moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she rested the vacuums' head at the tip of his throbbing cock. She pushed down, the powerful suction pulling his sensitive flesh into the machine as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He let out a low groan, his fists clenching the edge of the table as he surrendered himself to the sensation.
"Fuck, yes, don't stop," he gasped, his voice hoarse, his orgasm building faster and faster toward an inevitable climax.
Colette gave him a wicked smile as the vacuum head glided down over his flat stomach and disappeared between his legs. She activated the attachment designed for intimate exploration - a soft and gentle rubber rose that stimulated the intricate network of nerves that made up his most sensitive areas of the male anatomy.
"Oh my god, oh fuck, oh fuck," he cried out, his voice frantic, his fists clenching the edges of the bed, as the rose-head rubbed circles onto his testicles, eliciting a wonderful sensation of overwhelming pleasure.
Colette continued to stroke the vacuum attachment along his length, while gradually increasing the pressure of the suction.
As the machine hummed and whirred, the sound of their combined moans filled the room. With every pass of the rose-head, the client's breath grew more ragged, his hips bucking wildly in a desperate attempt to seek out more friction.
Colette's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She reveled in watching him squirm, quiver, and shudder under her machinations.
The look of pure ecstasy on his face was supremely intoxicating. His fingers gripped the edge of the bed sheets as if his life depended on it and his lips parted in a silent cry for sweet release. He looked like a man ready to come undone, and she was only too happy to oblige him.
Colette pressed the nozzle of the vacuum attachment further in between his thighs, caressing his balls with soft, circular motions that brought fresh waves of rapture pulsating from his core.
"Ah, yes, God, yes!" he shouted in sheer bliss, watching Colette's every movement with an increasingly fevered gaze.
The rubber head of the attachment glided from his testicles past the sensitive flesh beneath his scrotum before it came to rest on his perineum—the delicate ridges that marked the transition between his thighs and taint.
At the slightest press, the vacuum attachment elicited the most intense sensation of pure carnal delight.
"Oh, merde," he cursed, his voice hoarse with raw pleasure. "Jesus, Colette! What the fuck are you doing to me?"
She leaned forward and whispered sultrily in his ear, "I am merely returning the pleasure you once gave me, cher."
For a moment, she held her breath as she let the edge of the rubber head linger next to his entrance.
With a sly grin, she then pushed gently and felt the head slip inside him, causing him to arch his back and moan in pleasure.
The sensation of the vacuum attachment filling him up sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, causing every single muscle to tense up. His cock throbbed and pulsed uncontrollably as Colette continued to manipulate the suction and pressure within him.
She watched him writhe, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, his breaths shallow and rapid.
She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him.
Colette began to work the attachment in and out, her pace steady as she plunged the rubber head deeper and deeper into the client's warm, inviting depths. The hum of the vacuum cleaner filled the room, blending with the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh as Colette stroked his cock.
The suction had intensified, causing waves of pleasure to crash over him in a torrent. His mind was a blur, thoughts racing like a thousand wild horses through his brain.