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camel-like cock test drove those lips for a week.

Madame Elvira Beauregard-Wilmotte soon was seen in the kinds of places that wealthy royalty were likely to be seen in Paris. The galleries, the high end shops, Michelin star restaurants, world class sporting events.

Soon she discovered that she needed to make another change. It was a given that men of royal bloodlines were wealthy, but only a few were hung like the Sheik. No, she had no interest in being a sixth wife. Instead, Elvira Beauregard-Wilmotte started cultivating wealthy businessmen along with royalty.

It didn’t change her insistence that they have long fat cocks, like the Sheik. When she bedded a man for the first time and found that he had a small or even average size cock, Elvira made some excuse to leave: a headache or “monsieur, my pussy aches for you, but unexpectedly my period has started. Perhaps, another time.” She couldn’t dress and leave fast enough.

One day at the opening of an art show for an acclaimed new artist, she found herself in conversation with a young man who’d just purchased one of the artist’s works for two million Euros.

“Monsieur, do you really think it is worth that much?”

“No madame, in five years it will be worth ten million Euros. May I buy you a cup of coffee?”

One thing led to another. Ricardo Correa was handsome, enchanting and from Uruguay. He was also bold. Over coffee he whispered in her ear, “Mademoiselle, I heard a rumor that French women make love with their faces.”

An hour later he was finding out and Mademoiselle Beauregard-Wilmotte found out that he was hung much like the Sheik. “Ricardo, you have the longest, fattest cock I’ve ever . . .”

He pushed her head back down, and soon those red lips were sliding up and down his shaft.

He was in his twenties and when he exploded, not only was he delicious but there was so much. Elvira swallowed every drop.

And to her delight, unlike men like Sheik Ibrahim bin Ibrahim who was in his sixties and Crown Prince Ludwig who was in his seventies, an hour later, Ricardo was ready for more.

You’ll recall that almost every man she’d been with had been old; older than her father. Once a night and they were done. Some weren’t ready for more the next morning.

Not Ricardo Correa. It almost seemed as if his cock stayed hard all night. Not just all night, but all week. It wasn’t true but to Mademoiselle Beauregard-Wilmotte, it appeared that way. “Oh Ricardo, your cock is anxious again for my lips.”

“Are you complaining, Mademoiselle?”

“No, oh no. I’ve just never been with a man whose cock never quits. Thank you.” Then it was in her mouth.

There wasn’t much to dislike about Ricado. Wealthy, well-hung, delicious.

But she found there were some things that made a long-term relationship with him impossible. It was disconcerting that Ricardo, and other young men she took to bed wanted to fuck.

“Ricardo, my pussy is so ready for you, but my lips are eager for your magnificent cock again. Maybe later.” Then she went down on him, AGAIN.

Of course, she couldn’t fend him off all the time. Elvira, not only didn’t enjoy fucking, but she didn’t think she was any good at it and made no effort to improve. On the other hand, there may not have been a better cocksucker in all of Europe.

In Zurich going back to the man who deflowered her and her mouth, Prince Harold and his circle of royalty, it was commonly agreed that Mademoiselle Beauregard-Wilmotte had the finest mouth and a man could search to the ends of the earth but would never experience a better blowjob.

But young men like Ricardo Correa wanted more. He returned to Uruguay.

However, what he left behind was the thought in her head that the men she would seek out needed to be wealthy and well-hung, like the Sheik and Ricardo.

Oh, and he left her that painting, which he wasn’t wrong about, although at the time she was unimpressed. She threw it in the back of one of her clothes closets where it sat forgotten for years. Fifteen years later, the artist was world famous and that painting was worth twenty times what he’d paid for it.

TO BE CONTINUED

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