On His Knees Before Him

Thick cocks were thrusting into her mouth, balls drumming against her chin, and lustful hands were unraveling her hair

Love is dangerous... For a man in a high position. Years of effort, a carefully crafted image, everything... Everything is at risk when Cupid's arrows find their way to a hidden heart. Patrick knew this very well, and he knew he had to crush his feelings if he wanted to be the dominant, strong figure he had long strived to become.

That's why, when the young Parisian noblewoman Clarisse discarded her dresses and spread her body like a Greek goddess before him, he did not allow passion to overpower reason, he did not let feelings ignite, because once the fire of love ravages the mind, the path to ruin is wide open. Although he knew she felt more than just physical attraction towards him, he could not allow himself to burn before her, and he decided to use her emotions as his greatest weapon. Not to be a slave to beauty, if beauty can be a slave to me, he thought and began his game.
He watched calmly... Clarisse's heated body, firm breasts, smooth groin, taut belly, and a bush of red hair trembled slightly as he slowly leaned towards her, and then, like a suddenly awakened beast, he roughly grabbed the girl's upper arms and lifted her into a sitting position. Without hesitation, he brought his penis to her lips and ordered in an icy voice:

"Suck!"
Although surprised, she parted her full rosy lips and tried to engulf the throbbing member, but he pulled back so that she could not succeed, and instead, she grabbed at empty space with her mouth. Her face turned into a faceless mask quickly slapped her, and he shouted:
"Suck, I said!"

  She paused, confused and scared, overly taken aback by the situation to say anything, and Patrick had already caught her by the hair in the next moment and pulled her towards his hardened cock, literally stuffing it into her mouth. She nearly choked on the violent thrust of flesh, but she reacted eagerly and began to lick the massive beast that swelled under her tongue. He drew her face closer and closer until his penis was buried in her mouth all the way to the sperm-filled balls. She gasped heavily, struggling for air, but at the same time eager to satisfy the man she loved. It seemed to her that she would vomit, but she accepted everything he offered, sucking on the increasingly larger member.

Patrick felt how his fantasy was coming true. He was becoming less of a slave to love and more eager to conquer the Parisian, that noble French wildcat with excessively fine manners... He thrust into her mouth and enjoyed her heavy breathing and submission.
After a few minutes, he roughly pushed her onto the bed and without a word spread her long pale legs, then fiercely drove two fingers into her wet pussy, rummaging through it as if sifting through wet sand. She moaned and gasped as he tore at her insides with wild movements.

"It hurts, my love..." she mumbled, and he responded with a fierce slap, ignoring the thin trail of tears that cut across Clarisse's face.

Then he straightened up and thrust his cock into her while simultaneously pushing his wet fingers into the girl's mouth. She began to lick them, and the harder he thrust his rod into her, the less she felt pain, overwhelmed by waves of passion. She writhed like a snake, gasping:
"Harder... Harder... Harder harder harder harder!"

With sweaty balls, he slapped against her firm ass and ravaged the grip of the noblewoman's vaginal muscles. Then he suddenly stopped and pulled out of Clarisse's warm womb.
"Nooooo..." she cried out.
Slap.
"Kneel!" he commanded. "On your knees."

She obeyed him. He stepped behind her and pushed her forward so that a beautiful view of her noble backside opened up before him. He reached for one of the candles from the candlestick on the nightstand beside the bed, then moistened it, caressing her quivering, juice-soaked pussy with it. Then he slowly circled the narrow Frenchwoman's anus with the candle, simultaneously slapping her buttocks with his palm. He shoved the candle into her clenched anus with a sudden movement, and Clarisse screamed and tried to pull away, but he prevented her with a grip on her sweaty breast. Like never before, he was aroused by the sight of the candle firmly held in her anus and began to wildly thrust deeper and deeper... Soon, instead of the candle, a solid cock found itself in her rosy anus, and the Parisian, on the brink of unconsciousness, mumbled:

"You're going to kill me! Oooooh! You're going to kill me! Uuuuuufff..."
Just before climaxing, he pulled out his cock and stuffed it into her mouth, then exploded, shouting:
"Swallow, bitch! Swallow it all!"
When he emptied himself, a demonic smile spread across his face.
He had won.

Love had vanished, and before him knelt a fresh slave quietly...

***
The next day he decided to solidify their new relationship and violated Clarisse's goddess body with two others, the raw coachman Clayton and his mercenary Cassidy. He celebrated his victory watching her try to suck their rods into her mouth while he ravaged her, not sparing her increasingly ready anus.

Thick cocks were thrusting into her mouth, balls drumming against her chin, and lustful hands were unraveling her hair. The desire to be his broke her will, and she did not resist as they squeezed her breasts and came on her face, while he fingered her pussy and smeared her hot vaginal juices across her thighs and buttocks.

After a few days, she asked him if he would marry her, so he made an effort to take her back to Paris.