Maximum domination for Maxime

“Make her yours, Gavin!” Excitement bubbling inside her so she could barely keep still, Isabelle cried out in a girlish manner so radically different from the ultra-confident slut that had waltzed up to him upon his arrival at the party, “Claim that hot slut’s ass!”

“I will!” Gavin was not in a state of mind to offer his brand new patron anything more than the briefest of assurances, on account of him being preoccupied with pressing the fat, purple crown of his colossal erection through the absolutely tiny little pink ring of muscle that was Maxime’s bung.

“Yes!” Unsurprisingly, Maxime was even less inclined towards any long conversations as she felt the entrance to her anal passage being **** open by Gavin’s cock, slick as it was with a combination of fluids that included a lot of his precum and her own spit.

“Five minutes,” Iris said, huge boobs swaying due to the continued thrusting of her right arm, “Five minutes before she’s screaming that she’s his slut.”

“Gods, yes!” Tyelle wasn’t screaming so much in agreement with Iris as because the Jadhi babe was still pounding away at her ass with that surprisingly durable wine bottle, clasping the bottle by the neck and shoving it in between the mature blonde’s powerful ass globes over and over to have her unleash powerful streamers of girlcum and lustful shrieks. And even with her ass getting filled in such a satisfyingly hard, rough fashion, Tyelle was still throwing longing glances at the shaft of Gavin’s schlong where it cut through the air an overturned pillar as it prepared to follow its head into the deep cleft between Maxime’s delicious ass and further on through her sphincter.

Said sphincter was now opening up around the tip of Gavin’s cockhead, Maxime’s eyes widening along with her hole as a tendril of spit rolled out over the curve of her bottom lip and juices poured from her slit in response to her puckered ringpiece going the way of Iris’, Isabelle’s and Bira’s before it.

Emotions were not so much bubbling inside Gavin as boiling, the most prominent he felt was the lust for all those drop-dead gorgeous sluts flanking him on all sides and being so obvious about wanting him so badly. That, along with his determination to give each and every one of them the hard, thorough fucking that they deserved, took over completely for a moment just as he felt the first third of his cockend make it through Maxime’s backdoor.

Overpowered by his need to fuck Maxime like the naughty slut she was – blue blood and intricate pedigree though she might have – Gavin thrust forwards. Hard.

“FUCK!” Maxime screamed at the top of her lungs as the inches of steel-hard, arm-thick fuckmeat entering her ass just kept coming, pounding against the walls of her anal passage and firing off thick bursts of precum far off into her rectum as Gavin put every inch of strength that he had into that single push, his knees pressing so hard against the floor that they were becoming unsteady as he just continued on until he finally ran out of momentum and had to stop.

At that point, not only was Maxime impaled on about eight inches of Gavin’s sixteen-inch schlong, but she was also being rocked by an intense orgasm that had her eyes closed and her mouth open to let out all manner of obscenities as the gushers of clear honey came shooting out of her quivering cunt.

“Yes!” Her huge, round tits pushing against the floor when she inhaled, Maxime was already in a state of bliss as Gavin came to a halt halfway inside her, “Don’t stop! Fuck my ass! I’m your slut, Gavin, FUCK ME!!!”

“Huh, didn’t even take her a minute...” Iris observed, briefly pausing her pumping of the bottle in and out of Tyelle’s ass.

Isabelle might only just have met Gavin, but she could guess how he was going to react to Maxime’s screamed plea for him to dominate her. Figuring that she could either sit on the floor and watch him powerfuck Maxime into equal parts oblivion and submission or get herself comfortable and do the same thing, she picked the latter option.

Growling something unintelligible and adopting a very determined expression, Gavin’s reaction to Maxime’s screams was exactly as Isabelle had guessed, coming in the form of him spearing forwards, the muscles of his arms and chest becoming more defined as they tensed up during his rushed slamming of his cock deeper into Maxime’s ass. The shriek of delirious bliss that she let out upon him resuming powering his cock into her booty was still going on when he pulled back about two inches and heaved forwards once more.

On the seat that had already seen so much action, Bira was whimpering with lust as Rica tongued her ass, the dark-skinned and beautiful young artist trying eagerly to twist and turn her head to get a better view of the action going on between Maxime and Gavin behind her when she felt someone else climb onto the seat.

“Rica, I’m in need of that talented tongue of yours,” Isabelle announced, relishing her own casual tone as she spread her legs and sat down to straddle the curvature of Bira’s upturned bubble butt like it was a small boulder sticking up out of the ground and positioned her dripping wet honeypot right on top of the gaping form of Bira’s anus.

Seamlessly switching targets, Rica happily started lapping away at her mistress’ cunt, savouring the taste and smell of it while Isabelle placed one hand on top of her head and kept her eyes on how Gavin was reaming Maxime’s ass.

“Do you know how happy I am with that painting, Bira?” Figuring that she should offer the black babe some consolation for her hogging Rica’s tongue, Isabelle addressed her with a wicked smile that Bira couldn’t see, “I’m so happy with it that I’m going to bring round the biggest studs I know and have one of your competitors immortalize them gangbanging you.”

Moaning, Bira shoved three fingers into her own soaked pussy.

“Gavin will be there, of course,” Isabelle continued, and her mentioning of his name made him look up from what he was doing, which was using his muscular cock to keep Maxime screaming like a banshee.

As he hammered his way into Maxime’s ass all the way until his belly smacked against her cheeks hard enough to give him the satisfaction of feeling those firm but jiggly globes be dented for a few seconds underneath the ripped musculature of his stomach, Gavin drew inspiration from how Isabelle had now mounted Bira’s booty.

Getting up off the floor but avoiding letting any more of his cock than what was absolutely necessary escape Maxime’s ass, Gavin spread his legs and bent forwards to grab hold of the foxy redhead’s slender waist. Then he pulled up, and pushed back down again, gravity helping him out in spearing his dick back into Maxime’s ass with even more ****.

“YES!!!” For a very brief period, Maxime had not been climaxing wildly. However, Gavin’s beastcock rushing through her widened ringpiece now set her off once more, and the sleek muscles of her stomach were glazed with her girlcum, one particularly volatile spurt of which coming when he brought himself inside her to the hilt and had his testes swing forwards to smack against her cunt.

“You’re my slut,” Remembering the earlier conversation between her and Isabelle, Gavin set about dominating the baroness verbally as well as physically, “My horny, sexy slut. I’ll fuck you whenever and wherever I want.”

“YES!!!!” Somehow, Maxime managed to climax even harder as her fuck-drunk mind processed what Gavin was now growling at her, “I’m your bitch! Your horny fuckdoll slut! Fuck me, use me, fucking dominate me!”

All of a sudden, it was Gavin who accomplished what had seemed virtually impossible by increasing the tempo and **** of his downwards thrusts even further, until the sound of him slamming balls-deep into and onto her ass overpowered all other sounds of the ongoing orgy and became so vivid that they made Isabelle recoil each time.

“Fuck!” Her steady pumping of the bottle having turned Tyelle into a quivering, squirting mess, Iris could afford to weigh in on what was happening without risking the blonde overpowering her again, “She’s gonna have a new favourite hole if he keeps up like this!”

Roaring, Gavin yanked Maxime off the floor and continued throwing his hips around as he half pushed, half carried her over to the nearest wall. Once he had her up against it, he gave her everything he had once more, and in no time at Maxime was squirting like she was trying to wash the paint off the wall.

After a few minutes of him pounding Maxime fast and hard as she stood with her hands pressed flat against the wall, Gavin’s balls tightened and the throbbing of his schlong intensified. But even thick blasts of his cum starting to be released into the buxom redhead’s ass didn’t stop Gavin from continuing heaving his way backwards and forwards. Dripping with sweat and still having her pussy go off at regular and rather tight intervals, Maxime did some more blissful screaming as Gavin made her ass accept one massive discharge of hot, viscous spunk after the other.

As Gavin’s ejaculation drew to an end, Maxime was in a state where she could barely remain upright, but then Gavin moved her again, bringing her to a table where a tasteful display of luxurious dishes had been laid out for the guests that were too busy fucking, sucking and licking each other to pause for a light snack. One end of the table was clear of any decoration or trays of food, and that was the part of it that Gavin pushed Maxime down onto to lie propped up on her huge tits while he resumed savagely reaming her booty.

“Gods...” Iris moaned. She’d gotten so enraptured by watching Gavin’s taking of Maxime that she’d given up flask-fucking Tyelle’s ass.

“Yeah...” Tyelle agreed, doing exactly as Iris by fingering herself slowly whilst watching the show.

“You know, you’re probably next...” Iris said.

“Fuck that,” Tyelle replied, through gritted teeth, “I am next!”

“So, Maxime,” From her position on top of Bira’s heart-shaped ass and with her pussy rubbing against Rica’s face, Isabelle chose to see if her hot friend and fellow noblewoman and cumwhore was still communicative in any way, shape or form, “Still enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck me, Gavin!” Maxime was saying actual words again, but she didn’t seem to have heard Isabelle’s question, “Fuck your slut’s ass!”

“Heh,” Isabelle’s plump lips curved themselves into a nasty grin as the impact of Gavin’s thrusts on the table were shaking luscious, ripe virgin fruits out of the stemmed silver bowl in which they’d been arranged and sending bouncing and rolling off the table to splatter round his feet, “Talk about a bitch in heat.”

Another consequence of Gavin going about his business as if trying to turn the table into so much kindling through the power of his thrusts were the two soufflés that Isabelle’s head chef had slaved over both gave up the ghost completely within seconds of each other, each making a little bang before collapsing like a puffball bursting.

Also, a whole silver tray of once very appealing canapés were having their topping of freshly smoked Azakh caviare rinsed off them and their crisp crust turned all soggy by the gushers of girlcum that Maxime was pumping out.

In short, it was starting to look as though leaving food out when Gavin and some horny sluts were around was not a good idea. However, it was quite glamorous when the constant shaking and stirring of the table made the dozen champagne bottles gathered near the other end of it uncork themselves spontaneously and with enough **** that several of them were mushroomed against the ceiling.

Again going for raw power to make up for his lack of experience, only more so than earlier, Gavin went about his business pounding Maxime through several more messy, squirting anal orgasms before that familiar tightening up of his nuts made its presence known once more.

Assfucked into a state of borderline delirium, Maxime whimpered with lust when extracted his cock from her thoroughly ravaged ass in a fluid motion that had the sluts watching drooling at the reappearance of his many thick, vein-corded inches.

“So you love sucking cock, huh?” Gavin growled, and Maxime quivered from her feet on up, doing so hard enough to make her firm, perfectly rounded buttocks shake round the gaping shape of her ringpiece. Then she slithered off the table and got onto her knees, drenched in sweat and girlcum and with her voice hoarse from all that screaming, but her face glowing with joy and lust.

Gavin was close that he wasn’t going to last long, but Maxime made the most of it, slobbering and sucking on the crown of his cock like it was the first source of nourishment she’d come across in weeks.

When the time came for him to cum, Gavin broke away from Maxime and took over again, fisting his colossal cumtube fast and hard until he exploded and that first long surge of jizz hitting her face set Maxime off again.

Shot after shot followed, this proving to be Gavin’s biggest cumshot yet, and the shots were coming fast as well, smacking onto Maxime’s face and tits, onto her stomach and her arms and her thighs, until the horny slut looked like she’d gone for a swim in a river of cum.