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Raphael & Delphine Archambeau were 'Old Money'. Or at least, Raphael was, who knew anything about Delphine's history? She had a cultivated air of mystery about her. There were rumours she'd been an exclusive sex worker, or even a madame. There were rumours she was a Hungarian aristocrat who'd lost her fortune. Rumours she was Raphael's illegitimate daughter, or the daughter of a business partner. Whatever the truth, she had an iron grip on the family purse strings (& Raphael), & as SHE was the president & director of the Musée d'Alsace in Paris, SHE was the one Louise had to make sure was especially satisfied with this visit. If she wanted one of the competitive exhibition slots she was going to have to work hard for it. Countless unknown artists had made it to this step & fallen at the final hurdle.

Ms Archambeau had already visited Louise's studio near Cambridge, & had already been sufficiently impressed by her body of work, & her reputation in England & the US. Her agent, Mel, had greased the wheels, aided by a dinner at the exclusive Midsummer House with her urbane & sophisticated wife Dr Tamara Agbani. She chuckled when Mel, had related that Delphine had told her it was 'très chic' to have an artist from interracial queer couple. Whatever sealed the deal she supposed. After all, that was why she'd flown to Paris alone, & was sitting in a town-car outside their stately private home at Neuilly-sur-Seine. They'd told her they preferred to get the more personal interviews done away from their everyday place at the 16th arrondissement. Neuilly offered more privacy & the setting of the mansion added to the atmosphere. She also heard they had a castle in the countryside somewhere that had been held by the Archambeau family since the Middle Ages.

The sleek car was waved through security & she was ushered within by a butler, to the enormous ballroom (so Downton Abbey, she thought). She'd kept her coat on & the butler seemed to know better on this occasion than to ask. The Archambeau couple were waiting already, in a pair of elegant wing-backed armchairs that were angled facing the two objects in the middle of the room where she was to 'perform' her final audition.

Delphine (the younger, in her mid 50s & still attractive in a severely 'French' way) kissed her on both cheeks, greeting her with a relaxed graciousness, while Raphael (in at least his 80s & showing his age like a wrinkly ancient wizard) sat mutely & acknowledged her with a subtle nod. She was offered a drink, as she could see, Delphine had opened a beautiful bottle of chilled Champagne & had poured herself a glass. But Louise had already thrown back a couple shots of whiskey on her way & didn't want to lose her wits, even with the temptation of such a fine vintage. The butler was dismissed, the door closed with a deep boom.

There was nowhere else to put it so she dropped her coat on the floor before she stood before them in her high heels, which were the only other item of clothing she'd been allowed to wear. "Very nice, don't you think darling?" Delphine asked her husband & he responded with another nod.

Louise started to touch herself, gliding warm hands over her neck, her collarbones, her breasts. Her nipples were hard in the large, empty room but even running her palms over the buds created a frisson of excitement & helped. She ran a hand down her taut stomach, & she inserted her middle finger between the hairless lips of her entrance, rubbed inside herself for a moment. Then she slowly turned around, rolling her hips gently, rubbing her hands over her upper arms, her waist, her ass & moaning a little, very softly, very subtly.

Bending at the middle she slowly ran her hands down her athletic legs, over her thighs, down her calves, & held her ankles so her little round ass was displayed, & so the couple could admire her little pink cunt & tight little asshole. Still bent, she pulled her ass open with both hands, she gasped a little when she felt a long, bony finger sharply penetrate her & she looked between her legs to see Raphael leaning forward in his chair. He'd extended his pale white digit into her vagina. His old, rheumy eyes were gleaming above the black ball gag fastened in his mouth, & in the flickering candlelight, he looked like a strange figure from a Gothic horror. She rocked herself against his hand a little, masturbating herself with him, he was getting excited & reached out his left hand but Delphine cleared her throat & said "that's enough for now dear."

He extracted his hands & sat back. Louise stayed bent, fingered herself for them, considered sitting on one of their laps but decided not to. She wasn't sure if this audition would last all night or just a while. The details had been vague, even though she suspected, from Delphine's crisp instructions about the set-up it was choreographed. Mel had conveyed most of the instructions about what time the car would collect her, what to wear, how little to speak, & not to shower that day. All the artists who'd been graced with the Archambeau stamp of approval, regardless of gender, had taken a turn in the large device that loomed to her left. It had been in the family for generations.

She'd been nervous in the car but she was starting to enjoy herself. She'd gone through a range of surprise at the specificity of the request (although of course, she'd traded sexual favours for artistic patronage before, but it hadn't been as frank, as straightforwardly transactional). She'd found herself second-guessing things that day, but now, in the centre of this cavernous room, displayed like one of her sculptures, being intimately examined by this wealthy pair of perverts she felt the tingling heat of arousal burning within her pussy. She was almost relieved when Delphine had indicated the first object & told her "time for the godemiche, Ms Smythe-Agbani".

She squatted over the gigantic, flesh-coloured dildo that was suctioned to the polished dance-floor & lowered herself down the thick, long shaft. She braced herself in case it hurt but the frog-like position seemed to be the perfect angle to start with & opened her cunt up nicely over the mammoth tool. She bounced on it a few times, feeling her pussy grabbing it, & Raphael leaned forward again, this time tilting his head as he tried to get a better look at her ride. Her pussy had adapted, was thick with cream, she'd adjusted her position, knees on the floor, feet behind her & sat right down on the phallus. She felt her wet pussy stick a little to the base & to the parquet flooring, in the quiet room it made soft sucking noises as she fucked herself.

She ground herself with the flexible, thick device, rolled herself, rocked up & down & back & forth & around. For a moment she forgot where she was, that she was putting on a show, she just allowed herself to focus on the sensation, her vagina was slick with pleasure & she found a position, rocking back & forth that stimulated her g-spot to the point where her knees started to tremble. Being completely naked, feeling her hair loosely flying around her head, she stretched her neck backwards, closing her eyes & moaning in delight. She was nearing climax, "Oh God," she thought, "Oh God, yes, yes, yes."

She felt a hand on her shoulder, & looked up to see Delphine gazing down at her through her round tortoiseshell glasses (she suspected they were the real thing), her grey chignon still flawless, not a hair out of place. It was a strange contrast, as Louise panted, in ruined orgasm, impaled on a massive fake rubber dick, the elderly couple still maintaining their dignity despite their nudity. Delphine had a thick, short body, with pendulous breasts & a full bush. Raphael, the old man, stood for the first time from the chair & he was lean, bony, with loose skin, a slight gut, covered in marks of age & wrinkles. His cock swung between his legs, skinny but long, as was his scrotum, drooping with gravity.

Delphine helped Louise lever herself from the dildo, & gestured towards the second object. Then the middle-aged woman lowered herself onto the dripping toy & started to ride, using Louise's juices as lubricant.

Louise felt her nervousness returning, she'd been trying to ignore the presence of the second object, trying to forget what it implied. Still, she'd come this far, she took a steadying breath & moved to the ancient, timber contraption. The butler materialised out of the shadows, she had no idea if he'd come back in or never left. He was incongruous in his sharply cut suit compared to the naked trio. He lifted the top section & she tentatively placed her wrists into the half-moon gouges, then, with a racing heart, she lowered herself, bent at a right-angle, & rested her neck on the curve in the centre.

He lowered the top of the hinged pillory back & flicked a snap on the side. To her terrified ears it sounded almost deafening. The servant disappeared again, seemingly becoming invisible, although Louise couldn't turn her head to check his exit anyway, locked in as she was. There would be no safe word. She swallowed, already regretting allowing this, the standing-prone position would be painful in a short time. She reminded herself of the millions she stood to gain. She reminded herself that her wife & agent knew where she was & who she was with & that she'd promised to call them both by 10am the following day at the latest. Tamara knew she was spreading her legs for her career, not for the first time, but had no idea it was in any way different from the usual parameters of their open marriage. Louise wasn't sure if she hadn't divulged the details because she'd felt ashamed, or because she'd worried her partner would be concerned & try talking her out of it.

Delphine was watching her like a cobra from the floor, like a tiger from bamboo. Her breath was broken, as if she'd run up a flight of stairs, as she squirmed & gyrated on the dildo that had been inside Louise only a moment before. She knew she was meant to look the powerful woman in the eyes as Raphael had her from behind. She was allowed to grunt & moan a little, but had been warned that talking, screaming, crying or begging would exclude her from consideration. Her silence was the test.

She braced herself for the unexpected. Her whole body was violently shivering in anticipation & fear. Would he spank her? Whip her? Take her anally? Burn her or cut her? She felt his hand reach underneath & she flinched reflexively, almost trying to close her legs. But the old man had probed into the warm softness of her body. She shuddered a little as he began fingering her, he was exploring her labia, he inserted two dry old fingers into her cunt, they were long like those of a concert pianist & he pushed them all the way inside, she held her breath.

He rubbed them in & out of her, slowly, steadily, then added his thumb which he rubbed against her sensitive clit, making circles in the tight skin under the hood. Dear God, she was getting wet from it, the codger was good at it. She could hear creaking coming from the floor as his wife ground herself more violently. Delphine was groaning lasciviously, she pulled the top of her vagina with her fingers & Louise saw the skin stretch like a raw wound, saw the woman's wet body eating up the flexible fake penis.

The man behind her had maintained his steady speed, despite his wife's descent into wantonness. Louise could feel her body twitching & responding to the pressure & measured rhythm. She felt a droplet ooze from her pussy, slowly running down the inside of her right thigh & she bit her lip to try & stop from moaning. She wanted to try & hold back the noise as much as possible, but she could also feel herself, unbelievably, becoming incredibly turned on. It had not been what she expected at all.

The only sounds aside from Louise's heavy breathing, were from Delphine, groaning, almost like a dying animal, or a cow, she was squeezing her enormous nipples as she looked Louise in the eye, a wicked smile on her face. In the candlelight she took on a vampiric appearance. She was reminded of the stories about the countess Elizabeth Báthory, (who may or may not have been a serial killer) & the legends of her bathing in virgin blood. Although the room was warm, she shivered. Delphine's smile seemed to widen.

"Raph," the wealthy woman said, addressing her husband, "don't neglect the nichon."

Louise felt the old man move closer to her, felt his prick rub against her asshole & he kept fingering her. Then she felt his papery stomach press against her cheeks as he leaned forward & grabbed one of her breasts with his left hand & started to massage it. Again she was surprised at how gentle he was, how his old dry fingers didn't seem stiff with age, how adept he was at manipulating her nipples & skin. She arched her back, as his fingers pressed into the membrane between her pussy & her anus. Her nipples were as hard as dried seeds, had she not been restrained she would have loved to have grasped her right breast at the same time.

She could feel an orgasm brewing in her cunt, as if all the blood in her body was pouring towards her vagina, she couldn't help but try to rock herself back & forth on his hand as he flicked his fingers deeply inside her, as deftly as if he was finger-picking a violin. Her breathing was laboured, she licked her lips, trying desperately to maintain her silence. He pulled his fingers from her & she almost slipped up, almost spoke, almost begged him to return them, to finish her off, but she caught herself just in time.

He ran his large hands all over her naked body, up her legs, over her ass, between her cheeks, around her hips, over her stomach, pinching her waist, gliding up the side of her to her armpits where she swallowed a giggle from ticklishness. He ran a hand over the base of her neck, she'd almost forgotten he couldn't reach her head or face - had he been able to, she would have sucked her juice from his fingers, by this point, her body felt afire. He rubbed the small of her back, her pussy. Then he stopped altogether. She stood there, trembling not from fear or cold but from desire, she waited. It seemed like she waited forever.

Delphine raised herself from the rubbery cock, then slammed her body down on it, quickly. She repeated the motion, over & over. Louise watched the violent self-penetration, awestruck, the older woman was moaning, growling. She started to yell "Pénis! Pénis! Pénis!" It almost sounded like "Penny! Penny!" She yelled it over & over, growing louder each time she threw her body down the barrel to the floor, she was almost dead-dropping her cunt onto it, her thick thighs shaking each time they hit the ground.

Louise stared, slack-jawed at the bizarre, mesmerising spectacle. The woman was so unashamed, almost childlike in the way she enjoyed the unusual masturbation, where had this come from? What had triggered the kink in this lady, so chic & refined, now almost brainless with lust? Suddenly, a flood of liquid gushed out of the woman's red pussy & over the dildo & floor. So much liquid, a violent stream of squirt & piss. Delphine sat impaled & seemingly, exhausted & satiated on the massive instrument & ran her hands all over her dumpy body, her legs resting in the puddle her pussy had expelled.

Louise cried out softly, more a gasp, as just as suddenly & without warning, she was penetrated by Raphael. His long dick rammed in & out of her pussy, forcefully. She was amazed by the strength & hardness of the geezer's cock as it violated her. How could this decrepit old man, more than 50 years her senior, still have so much vigour & power in him? Her arms & neck chaffed in the stocks as he drilled into her. God, he was so deep, so, so deep inside her, nothing & no one had ever been so deep. She could have almost sworn she felt her stomach bulging with every thrust. He was merciless, brutal, fucking her with the energy & determination of a man far younger. Louise was bisexual & had been with a few men before settling down with Tamara (& then mostly enjoying the company of women) - but this man's ability to FUCK. She wondered at his secret. It didn't seem possible.

In. Out. In. Out. With each thrust forward she gasped as air was being expelled by the blow, each time he drew out of her she was pulled backwards by how hard the walls of her cunt gripped him. If it wasn't for the medieval device she'd been locked into, she would have been flopping around like a soft doll, a marionette. Again she felt the climbing sensation of an orgasm, felt her body clenching & twitching around him. She couldn't believe she was going to cum on the old man's dick, she couldn't believe how HARD she was going to cum. It took every bit of strength not to fall to the floor, to end up kneeling at the pillory instead of bent over like a staple. She realised, it was in fact, his DICK that was keeping her standing, the sheer momentum & force of it. Oh God, oh God, she was going to cum!

He stopped, coming to a dead halt & removing his erection. She almost yelled again, almost swore, her planted feet stumbled. When they'd said not to cry or beg, when they'd explained the old fashioned restraints (without any way to escape, without even a safe word) she'd assumed it had meant she'd been signing up for some sado-masochistic experience. She had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that not only would she be ENJOYING the wrinkled octogenarian's penis, but that she would be agonisingly craving it. His dick was air & she was drowning. She felt as though she'd agree to anything, submit to any humiliation to have him finish what he'd started inside her. She didn't know how much more she could take.

She was almost unaware of Delphine, even though the woman was virtually the only thing in her sight-line. The matronly woman was slouched forward still sitting flatly on the full length of the enormous dildo. It almost looked as though she were resting, perhaps sleeping, sitting up on the cock that was rammed inside her. Perhaps like her husband's strong penis had been carrying Louise on its momentum, the dildo was keeping the wife in a semi-vertical position, but to Louise, everything looked like a collection of blurry shapes. She felt as though she was losing her grip on sanity.

Her cunt felt empty, cold. She yearned, she stuck her ass out as if trying to reach for the old man's cock with her body, had she been freed from her timber cage she would have pushed the old man on his back on the floor & ridden him like Delphine had ridden the joystick. SHE would have yelled "Penis! Penis!" At Raphael, "give me your penis!"

She pressed her legs together, crossed a knee over the other one & tried desperately to rub some relief into herself with the friction of her thighs. How much more could she take? She'd almost forgotten her end-goal, the whole point for agreeing to this strange interview. Vaguely, she heard a wet, slopping sound as Mrs Archambeau pulled her own devastated cunt from the suction-cupped sex-toy. It bounced comically, like a sloppy jack-in-the-box when freed from her exhausted puss. The lady sat back on one of the wing-back chairs & raised an eyebrow sardonically.

Louise's knees were still trembling, still weak. She was almost grateful when after what seemed an eternity, the old man gently pressed her ass towards the ground & she knelt on the floor boards. She was hanging from the punishment device, it hurt her chin, & she tried to brace herself using her hands, but she was able to relieve the tortuous pain from her back & knees slightly. She heard footsteps & the butler rematerialised, snapping a silver box open in front of Delphine.

Oh shit, what now? What's in the little case? Louise thought panicking a little, but the lady simply selected a slim cigar, which the nameless butler prepared & lit for her. Still naked, with her legs spread, she reclined in the ornate chair & puffed on the smoke, eyeing the trapped woman with a catlike amusement even while the velvet on the chair was ruined by the trickle of moisture from her cunt. Louise hoped she wasn't going to burn her with the scorching end.