Summary: Wandering Belobog for work, Acheron finds Stelle being dragged into a club, and valiantly charges in to go rescuwe her from her fate. But Stelle's there of her own free will, loving Belobog's secret Spade Club, and wanting to introduce Acheron to her interracial obsession too.
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Acheron had definitely gotten turned around somewhere. She wasn't sure how. Belobog was not so intricate a location that there was any reason for her to be unsure, but as she trawled around the city's Underworld, she felt like she had doubled back across the same places again and again. She had directions to where something was supposed to be, but her investigations turned up little but the frustration of knowing she couldn't find that something. It was getting to be a bit much for her; Acheron had her cool now, but there was only so much that she could handle going in circles before her focus was sure to strain.
"Hey, it's fine, I'm coming back, I just wanted to check these cans!"
Acheron's eyes snapped over in surprise toward the source of the sounds. Clattering and dragging, more importantly, a familiar voice. She peeked over in time to see Stelle getting lifted up by a pair of jacked black men who dragged the girl into the building beside them. A building that looked so run-down as to have seemed at first glance like it was surely abandoned. Or at least, should have been. That it wasn't, was already a bit concerning for her, the uncertainty and strangeness of a lot of frustrations that hit her head-on. Her fingers wrapped around her sword. Those men dragged the Traveller in, and she didn't know why, but she was certain something was wrong there. A wrong she could deal with.
And if she got the Traveller free, she could then get help around Belobog from her; surely she knew what Acheron was missing.
So she charged forward, unsure of what she was going to find in there but expecting it would be a fight. She was fine with that. Acheron could win a fight. If anything, a fight would have nice, taken some of the edge off of frustrations that cut trough her usually cool-headed steadiness. She'd just taken that poorly to being lost in a completely ordinary city and not knowing what she was doing. She needed a pick-me-up. This would help. This would help a lot.
So she prepared herself, gripping her sword and pushing at the door. This was a rescue mission now, and she was ready to do that rescue like a professional, steadied in a combat pose as she pushed through the first set of doors, through a small, cramped vestibule and another set of doors, into a well lit and vibrantly furnished hallway.
Something was off here.
This level of street crime was a little bit below Acheron's pay, but she could tell whatever was amiss here was of a very normal and mundane sort of illicit. Decorations all leaned toward a lot of sleaze, with a particular lean toward spade motifs but no real indication of gambling. Odd, but she was here to rescue Stelle, not to remark on their decorating. She charged forward, sword still sheathed in the certainty nothing she was about to face would be the kind of threat that called for such drastic measures. She just advanced with bitter and highly charged aggression, ready to do anything she had to do to make this work out in her favour and to repel whatever insanity was about to come creeping up on her. The determination within her was a raw and forceful certainty, something she pushed toward with the utmost confidence that she could do something to fight this, that she was going to get through it just fine.
When she broke through the doors at the end of the hallway and into the open space of the club, she was ready to fight, holding her sword steady, calling out, "Where is she?" with a fierce readiness to fight. Combative. Certain. Driven by total confidence.
And met with the sight of Stelle being gangbanged by black men.
She sat atop the lap of one of the men who dragged her into the building, his huge cock stuffed into her needy cunt, stretched open to receive the intense and straining passion of a pleasure she had to give in to. She had two more in her face, her hands running along their impressive lengths while she alternated on which of the fat BBCs she was sucking on, making sure to keep up a pace of wild and wicked greed. Her mouth pushed down with bold, impressive motions to suck as much black dick as she could down in a fit of wicked indulgence, surrendering to the unruly and unreal obsession of a pleasure she was going to need to embrace.
The sight of this wicked and lustful indulgence brought Acheron's entire existence to a screeching halt. She'd been here to rescue her, but now she was stuck watching, hand still on her sword, but her body frozen while she beheld the shock and the insanity of seeing how earnest Stelle was. That was what stood out the most to her; Stelle didn't seem to mind this, didn't seem to want it to stop. Riding faster and hungrier atop the big dick in front of her, she was having a blast, moving with tireless indulgence and a push toward pure excitement, so insistent and so determined.
"I love black cock," gasped Stelle, moving in hastier gestures of sweeping, fanatical delight, refusing to slow down the pace of her outrageous submissions, the desires escalating without hesitation or reason. She moved with singular focus, the indulgence and the fever of desires that demanded something so steady, so certain. With each roll of her hips, she was taking that cock down to the base, the throbbing excitement of a pleasure that drove her mad with hunger, the desperation and the passion righteously inviting her to need to keep going, giving in with unhesitating ferocity, the pleasure to keep her needing more of this, finding it impossible to resist the pleasure. She had impel needs, throwing herself into slurping them down, sucking the big dicks int her throat, handling them with an urgency and a passion much too insistent for control. She proved with each motion of her body that she couldn't be stopped, and that she was ready to make the most of it all.
Scarfing down black cocks into her throat and embracing the reckless lust of losing her mind, all she wanted was to succumb to the outrageous obsession upon her, feelings too mad and too deranged to be able to process. Every roll of her hips provided another push toward stubborn insanity, driven by the insistence and madness of needing to keep going for more, the pleasure she was able to accept with fanatical desire, the greedy push toward utter madness, the shuddering bliss to keep chasing, embracing these feelings without a shred of dignity or decency now. Stripped naked, breasts heaving, a push into sweet bliss... It all drove her crazy, the wild satisfaction that she was happier to need more of, the passion and obsession of things too wicked for her to be able to contain. There was no reason here, the pleasure that had her needing more.
Stelle couldn't contain herself, but she didn't want to. Hotter motions of wild obsession and craving desire drove her mad, the lustful expressions of a feeling she felt like she couldn't do anything to resist, allowing her head to spin in to unchained obsession and embracing the mindless ecstasy that carried her to want more and more. Filled up with black dick and slobbering all over two more, she was unmistakably an obsessed wreck giving in to the wicked obsession and the fire of a passionate greed she gave in to deeper, allowing the lust to unravel her and accepting that nothing could make her feel better than this broken-down mess of satisfaction. Everything she did felt better and better, carried into the purity of losing all control. She didn't even notice Acheron there, too buys sucking dick, too busy reveling in the senseless obsession and the greed driving her crazy. She had to keep riding, keep pushing, keep losing herself to something so wild and so unhinged that it stopped making sense now. She just had simple desires, had wants and needs and hungers she couldn't do anything to resist.
Acheron remained frozen, unable to deal with what she was looking at. She was baffled by this all, struggling to really make sense of what she was looking at, at the sight of Stelle, the Traveller, sucking being a shameless slut for these black men. She couldn't reconcile what she saw outside with what she saw now, but there was something so fascinating about the insane excitement of this all, the baffling and exciting insanity of what she was faced with. It was a sexual insanity and intensity that made her marvel in awe at these sheer insanities, at the crushing pleasure and heat of these strange feelings, the pleasure and the chaos to keep building out of control. arousal and guilty confusion burned across her, and Acheron felt herself baffled by the unreal frustration that had her awestruck, the burn and the frustration of all these feelings, spectacular in its insane pressure, in the unhinged persistence to keep chasing.
Stelle's earnest rush into the sweet ecstasy and the chaos of giving in deeper, the pleasure and the frustration of giving in fully, the throbbing derangement and the passion of giving in to this all, the wild frustration of a passion she was happy to give in to now. There was no restraint behind all of this. Every motion of her body in heaving passion compelled her to want more, driven to let herself surrender, needing to explore and to melt into these burning pleasures, feelings of a desperate hunger she was happier and happier to continue to throw herself in to. There was no possible way to contain the excitement within her, body heaving through wicked obsession and pleasure hotter and hotter. She raced toward orgasm, an inevitability when she was with black me, and her body continued to thrash about in heaving, electric passion, a dizzy burn of throbbing obsession keeping her moving and aching, insistent beyond reason and loving every second of how far she could fall into crumbling euphoria. There was no need to hold it back, no reason to be careful or dignified or subtle about this.
With bold, eager moans, she let herself fall into the burning ecstasy of what she needed. Her inner walls begged down in desperation around the fat cock inside of her, the brilliant burst of beautiful chaos and fascination leaving her to love everything she gave in to, noisy and brash and filled with the hopeless passion of a pleasure she was completely hooked on. There felt like no sense in all of this, the outrageous exhaustion creeping across her, a persistence making her feel better and happier and hotter while she gave in to the unrelenting passion. Two more cocks fired off all over her face, her hands stroking madly across them while reveling in the sweet insanity upon her. No shame, no worry, no moment of anything but the hottest bliss she could have imagined, the pleasure she was happy to give in to completely. The creampie flooding her full of cum was such a delight, so wicked and hazy, so blissful. She needed it, and she needed to let herself fall apart in the throes of this wicked obsession now, the passion she was drunk under in a fit of pure delight.
She leaned in to slurp on the heads of the cocks she just got off, sucking the extra bit of cum into her mouth, when finally she set her eyes on Acheron. ON the woman standing shaky in front of her. Stelle could only smile, and as the men let go of her, she rushed forward, seizing hold of Acheron, and cutting her off in her attempt to talk about the sweet insanity that this offered. Acheron tried to speak, but Stelle silenced all of that with her lips flush against hers, cutting her off and flooding her mouth with the virile, thick cum of the black men she just sucked off. She cupped Acheron's cheek, holding her in the kiss.
"You didn't have to come to save me," Stelle said, drawing back with a fond smile.
Acheron reeled. Her taste buds were so weak, her ability to taste anything so distant. And yet, the pungent flavour of a black man's cum in her mouth lit her taste buds up with vivid, brilliant elation, her eyes wide with delights and with shock, her body shuddering in the throes of a swell of pleasure she had no time to manage or control. She just felt it all at once, the surge of mad pleasure washing over her with sweeping demands and a judgment she couldn't make sense of. But as she broke away from the kiss, she found herself in a place of wild excitement, shuddering in surprise now while one of the other black men came up from behind, grabbing hold of her and pushing her to her knees. There was no warning for it all, just the hard shove of a black dick into her mouth and the hard push into chaos and throbbing hunger that got to work at using her.
"Gluk gluk gluk," was Acheron's answer to that pressure, her eyes going wide and her body shuddering in dismay while her mouth was fucked. She was confused and she was afraid, trying to shove the man forward and push away from all of this, but the hard grip on the back of her head and the arrival of other men to help try and overpower her kept her from that. Her arms were yanked up over her head, the insistent, forceful pressure of a reckless push leaving no room for her to stop this, the pressure and the embarrassment of falling into something maddening, the chaos and embarrassment of a pleasure riving her crazy with worry, the throb and the hunger of a confusion she continued to fall in to, lost to the outrageous shame and the confusion of feelings she was caught in, struggling to grasp the situation in any reasonable way and losing herself more and more to what it was doing to her.
And trying not to think about how nice it sort of felt to have this massive cock clogging up her throat.
The black stud gripped her hair and worked her head back and forth, keeping her rocking along his cock in a show of pure surrender, the cloying submission and frustration dominating her harder. The thick cock throbbed so hard in her mouth, her head spinning through the confusion and frustration of relentless excitement, the confusion and elation of so much cloying attention, pressures making her feel worse and weirder as each step into this madness took more from her. She was a wreck here, struggling to understand the pleasures driving her mad, the crazed obsession and embarrassment of things making her feel like she was utterly doomed now. Surprise overpowered her more than the men trying to hold her in place did, but there was so much on the crushing pressure of giving in to this all, a confusion driving her utterly mad now with chaos and confusion.
Deep strokes into her mouth brought on the most confusing and most hopeless of sensations. She'd never been facefucked before, never had so much dick shoving past her lips. It tasted so incredible, igniting her tired and numbed tongue, rekindling taste buds she'd thought were long gone. It brought her a lot to have to soak in, realizations of a pleasure making her feel more and more excited by the second as she sank in to this all, faltering and accepting that nothing could make her feel better than this outrageous joy could. Obsessive and reckless, she kept moving for more, kept throwing herself into the simplicity of feelings that didn't want to let her stop. Her body shook in fascination and fixation, all while Stelle loomed over.
"Let me introduce you to the Spade Club," Stelle explained. "My friend Bronya introduced me, and after a few days of being high on black dick and I came to... I found out how nice it was to keep coming back. They pay well for it. Stellar Jade for tight, light-skinned girls who want to be blacked whores, and sure, it's a little sleazy here, but the cocks are so nice, aren't they? It's only natural to want them. Black cock is just so much better. It even tastes good, doesn't it?" She sank down, pressing her lips to Acheron's ear. "And you can taste it, can't you?"
Shudders raced up Acheron's spine. She couldn't handle the stark madness all building up within her, pulses of a wild confusion obsessive and hungry, guiding her to need to lose herself and to allow the pleasure to be everything she could have imagined. The rabid facefuck continued to wear her down until finally the black stud let loose his load down her throat. She couldn't stop it all, the gushing, pulsating cock firing off shot after shot of molten seed down into her stomach, making her body writhe in confused worry and excitement, a frustration that made everything feel like simply too much to be able to manage now. She hated how much she loved it, but the taste of black male cum made her fall into something so deeply compromising that she was powerless to handle it all. There was nothing reasonable or decent about giving in to these electric passions, urgency ripping through her and demanding complete surrender now to terms of total insanity, the deranged and shaky chaos guiding her to something she was happy to want more and more of.
The cock withdrew, and Acheron went to spit the load out of her mouth. A hand clasped over her lips all too quickly, as if they knew what was about to happen. "Swallow, bitch," said a man behind her, keeping the grip there while she struggled, ensuring she couldn't spit it out and keeping her thrashing in place. She had no choice but to swallow, shuddering through disgust all the while, but finding herself powerless to do anything else, her body shivering as she gave the men what they wanted. When she'd swallowed, they finally let loose, and she gasped for air, writhing in confusion and struggling to comprehend how far her downfall was continuing to go. It was a habit burning through her, so tiring and exciting, so confusing in what it offered her, and all she could think about was the wild crash int into ruin taking her. Shoved to her back, Acheron's lack of response time and the shaken heat of this confusion had her extra powerless and uncertain in the face of surging excitement, a chaos and a panic confusing enough to ravage her all the more.
She was weak, even if in only a self-imposed and unhinged sort of way, and that left her ripe for being pushed down onto her back, for having one of the muscular, black men in the club to her down while the others undressed her. Her top was ripped open and her shorts were yanked down, and her whole body felt the wild surge of total madness upon it when the thick, black cock promptly slammed into her for the first time and she found herself screaming in awe. There was so much cock, bluntly cramming into her hole, making her shriek and shiver as the weight of pure lust came bearing down upon her without hesitation.
"Stop!" she gasped, finally spitting out something coherent, and it was refusal. Her body shook with outrageous pressure and a feverish, confused worry leaving her in a place of utter panic. The agonizing swell of sweet insanity left her in a place of wild confusion, so mad and so baffled while these feelings got the better of her. Her entire body thrashed.
But it did so in open surrender.
Beneath the anger rumbled unmistakable desire. She was powerless under the pleasure throbbing across her, sweet insanity continuing to drive her mad and keeping her in a place of sweet fury, frustration and panic that she was desperately caught under. It felt like a maddening sweep of wild confusion, the pleasure that had her giving up fully. Senseless frustration built here without reason, and the tiring frustration built with electric indulgence. She felt amazing from that first stroke, no matter how frantic and frazzled she was, a dizzying pleasure cutting through to her core without hesitation, the crushing passion and chaos keeping her in a place of utter frustration, fanatical chaos keeping her needing to want to let it all take her, a profound mess of confusion and heat keeping her trapped. She couldn't handle all of it, these burning attentions demanding more, compelling her into a state of dizzier confusion, a lust demanding more from her.
Deep strokes made her whole body heave, breasts bouncing in wild motion, her moans all so dizzy and so frantic. "You have to stop," she hissed, but the thrusts didn't regard her words for anything, continuing to pound into her. The thick, blunt insistence of black cock rammed into her again and again, stretching her out, inviting her to feel the worsening chaos of a pleasure much too deranged for her to understand. She was trapped here, fucked by this incredible cock and knowing she was less and less certain she could handle all of it, crumbling in the throes of a pleasure that lit her up with demanding, burning excitement. "You can't keep--" She cut herself off with a wild moan, the outrageous bliss pulsing out of her, the noise and the frustration of a wild hunger that left her with no room for her to be able to fight this now.
"You're starting to like it," teased the man. "Come on, moan for me. Moan for this big, black cock fucking you. You'll never feel the same again."
Acheron was outraged and dumbfounded, but so utterly unable to make this stop, her body shuddering through the delirium of creamy confusion as wild strokes did to her something she could make no sense of. Non-stop strokes continued to slam madly into her, sparing no effort in blowing her mind and seeing how far she could be pushed. This was the time for domination, for chaos and pressure leaving no room for anything but the reality of this all, the downfall of her crumbling panics leaving her to keep giving in. Her pussy was stuffed to the brim and her body couldn't hold it together, the growing miseries keeping her giving up deeper, unable to grasp the insanity taking her, a deepening chaos and a madness leaving her with no time for anything to make sense here. She had to continue sinking deeper, struggling under the weight of a persistence and a chaos she was unable to process.
She wanted to say she hated this, but she couldn't. A surge of pure insanity came up from deep within her, pulsing in a mad ecstasy making her scream out in orgasmic joy. She didn't want to be this weak, didn't want to feel this hopeless, but as her body lit up with brilliant fire, nothing could save Acheron from this inescapable greed. Her body crashed into molten joy, a senseless passion leaving her powerless as cum flooded into her needy womb and her body gave in to this. The pleasure was too much to fight off, an irresistible pulse of swelling chaos leaving her falling to pieces, melting in misery and panic through feelings leaving her to have to fall completely into confusion and misery. She had no idea how to manage all of it, the panic and the fury and the exhaustion of something making her feel totally hopeless.
With the weight of mad obsession bearing down upon her and the overbearing shame of losing herself, the pleasure became too much to brace, the exhaustion and frustration of a pleasure leaving no room for her to dela with this. Acheron crumbled under the insanity taking her, the burning insanity and the greed of pressures leaving her to have to give in to these shames, feelings of a brilliance and a hunger too insane for her to be able to grasp. She reveled in just losing her fucking mind, giving in to all of it with less and less idea how to hold it together, drowning in the ecstasy of smothering obsession and the passion taking her deeper. The heaving body slammed down into hers, black cock fucking her senseless and the rushing insanity of these confused lusts leaving her to fall to pieces, screaming out in panic and in bliss as she fell to pieces now for the excitement upon her, for attentions and worries making her have to crumble.
The orgasm ripping through Acheron was like nothing she'd ever felt before, the man atop her slamming down into her, fucking her senseless as he filled her with his seed. Life-changing burns of pleasure swept across Acheron, draining her with a shameful, enduring insanity, the cravings and the chaos of things that left her shuddering in electric passion, worn down and unable to think clearly, so caught up in the tiring haze of simply giving in. She could do nothing to stop this, confusion sweeping across her, burns of insanity leaving her in a powerless wreck of a situation, the messy confusions leaving her in a state of deeper insanity, the frustration and confusion of what hit her, the throbbing wickedness to leave her falling deeper. There was no room for her to bear this with nay seasonable approach, the crushing excitement lustful and unhinged.
Acheron fought against the feelings taking her, twisted around and shoved onto her hands and knees. "You can't," she whined. Another man lined up behind her, her body clenching up in embarrassment and chaos, the rush of confusion and pressure leaving her in a place of absolute frustration. "Your cocks are so--" The slam silenced her, made her howl out in a baffled ecstasy, an expression of desire clashing harshly with the reality of her efforts to want no part of it. She felt herself locked in a shuddering disaster now, confusion abounding and all sense leaving her while she fell ever deeper into the weight of this confused, crazed heat. She wanted to be steadier than this, needed to be stronger, but strength was promptly fucked out of Acheron by the throbbing, black dick taking her. Her body heaved in shaky confusion, an exhausting sweep of baffling confusion and panic all wearing now at her thoughts with simple, greedy intensity.
Stelle grabbed at Acheron, facing her and drowning her in kisses while another black stud took a place behind her and slipped his own cock deep into her waiting twat. "Doesn't it feel so good?" she whined, a drunken wreck continuing to serve deeper appreciation for the pleasure and the chaos leaving her in a fit of deranged glee. "It's amazing. I love black cock so much; every once in a while, I come here to get a fix. It helps keep me normal."
"Nothing about this is normal," Acheron said, feeling like she was losing her mind in this insane place, but as the struggles back and forth left her confused, this was all falling apart. She was faced with a terrifying prospect as she beheld the way that Stelle took all this pleasure; was this to be her fate next? Was she closing in on the exact sort of insanity herself? The thought terrified her, but she wasn't able to do much about this to make sense of it all, the faltering fury and frustration of giving in to all of these ideas, wondering how she could possibly keep it together while it all broke through her. She was powerless to grasp the insanity here, the pressure taking her deeper, so insistent, so ugly. She couldn't appeal to Stelle or talk reason into her, the confusions all building out of control, so tiring and frustrating. She could do nothing to stop this, unable to make sense of the overbearing shames ripping through her, a comprehensive mess of panics and embarrassments ripping through her, making her suffer in smothering panic and knowing she could do nothing to stop this.
The thick, dark cock ramming into her from behind brought on the overbearing chaos leaving Acheron in a drained mess of utter panic. She had no idea how to hold it together, the overbearing worries leaving her in a place of utter madness, the buckling confusion and the panic that robbed her of sense, hopeless and furious while she gave in to this now, a drowning insanity keeping her in a place of total shame. It was all so demanding and so tiresome, the exhausting slide into what she was melting under. Acheron couldn't hold it together, leaning forward, bracing against Stelle, only to find Stelle leaning in and nibbling on her ear, imposing upon her the reckless and eager attention only making her feel more desperate and worn down under these feelings. Sensations of grand confusion and panic.
What frightened Acheron was that under all this attention, something felt good. She couldn't deal with that, the tiring excitement and frustration of a wild mess, confusions and shames leaving her in a state of complete panic now. She found herself in a place of confusion and despair, fucked harder under the wicked attention and the weighty bliss taking her. The nibbling of Steele's teeth on her ear only added on to the embarrassment of the huge cock ramming into her cunt, making her head spin with a delirious urgency leaving her powerlessly fixated on how hard she was giving in. There was no escape from this insanity, a reality check making her feel less and less in control of herself. She had no idea how to manage this, falling into the throes of a panic and a heat she could do nothing about.
This all got to her too hard, the swarming insanity and insistence of things drawing out her thoughts, suffocating and intense under the demanding heat throbbing across her, leaving her in a state of mind that felt like crushing madness. Insane, depraved lusts got to her, wearing down her focus, defying her resolve. Acheron's every thought was a struggle while she sank into the worsening storm of pure chaos wearing her down, reaping something that made her have to sink into total insanity, the confusion and the shame of exhaustion that did things she had no idea how to manage. Struggles for control and steadiness left her in a shaky and tired place, so unable to process the depths of her own insanity. She found it such a maddening mess to be taken by, feelings wearing at her without sense, the exhausting and insane pressure to keep falling into.
Another orgasm swept across her, this one compromising her focus, demanding from her shudders of electric insanity, the passion to keep up something deranged, so mad and so intense while these pleasures tore across her. Mind-blowing throbs of shuddering ecstasy ripped through her body, the tiring and infuriating mess of pleasures that drowned her thoughts in the utter mess of chaos upon her, the exhausting and senseless panic leaving her in a place of complete insanity. Acheron struggled to manage all of it, the crumbling confusion and the downfall of a mad pleasure leaving her in a place of utter madness. Cum flooded into her, leaving her in a place of confusion and fury, the shame of pleasures leaving her having to give in to the outrageous worries of losing herself, giving in to the absolute insanity and the frustration that tore through her, the exhausting pressure and the panic of a pleasure ripping without shame through her body now.
"It's so good"! she screamed, head rolling back as she stared Stelle in the eye, crazed, confused, and shoving her lips forward to meet the Traveler's and to surrender.
"You get it now," gasped Stelle. She tried to elan forward and kiss Acheron back, but hands interrupted that, yanking both girls away from one another with unrelenting greed and a hunger only for more.
"I get it no--" Acheron was interrupted, dragged back by the strong hands of another black stud pulling her into position and lifting her up over his lap in ready, waiting delight. Overbearing elation and a mad need to push on brought something powerful with it. Another cock shoved between her tits, and a third slipped into her mouth, all three cocks starting earnestly at the burning and fanatical excitement of greedy passion, the lustful attentions building without sense, the chaotic and wicked pressure senselessly leaving no room for sense, uncontrollable heat building with continued insanity, the madness to keep giving in to without a shred of dignity.
She had no idea how to a mange this, the burning attention all starting earnestly on trying to ruin her, breaking her focus down with unstoppable greed, writhing in a profound mess of greed and excitement to make her fall apart. Black cock dominated her thoughts, pounding into her from all directions in a show of wild attention, the burning madness keeping her having to fall apart, struggling to make sense of the sheer chaos taking her, demands of a shame and a heat she was happy to want more of, giving madly and blindly in to the idea of just losing herself, the pleasures driving her to want to fall into these burning worries, a potent misery that struck her without a shred of hesitation, careless and wicked and driven by underlying depravity. Nothing reasonable followed, unending insanity driving her to fall into confusion and panic, the chaos sweeping without a care through her.
Stelle was dragged into another man's lap, her ass and her mouth claimed by more cocks for an airtight pounding of her own, one made all the easier by the joy of knowing Acheron was falling apart nearby. The pleasure drove her crazy with desire, greedy fever and overbearing elation carrying her to want more and more of this. Her body heaved in shuddering obsession, bucking and thrashing passion keeping her in a place of total insanity, ferocious and deranged bliss to keep her needing more of this, riding in wicked obsession and letting it all rip her asunder. Unrelenting, wicked pleasure throbbed across her, inviting her to want to lose her mind, keeping her in a place of pure derangement, insistent and wicked while she rode out these feelings in wilder attention. She loved being here, loving her work and the spare cash she made here, the burning excitement keeping her just wanting more, needing to ride through all this passion and fever without a shred of dignity or sense. Uncontrollable, wild desire carried her to desperate greed and passion, the simplest of these feelings.
"Black cocks are amazing!" howled Acheron, her hand grasped around a cock drenched in her spit amid her shoving forward to slurp down the oversized dick in a sloppy fit of wild obsession. Fitful confusion and frustration left her in a place of total frustration, unable to articulate the worrisome frustrations leaving her in a place of complete derangement, the maddening pulse of throbbing delight making her rock back and forth in dizzy elation, drunken frustration and pleasure to want more of. She scarfed down the thick cock. The dizzying obsession of sloppy, throbbing greed left her in a place of sweet madness, throbbing without hesitation, careless and obsessive while she gave herself in to the idea of letting it all loose, outrageous and uncontrollable hunger guiding her to the limits of sense, the careless and undignified passion leaving her needing only more of these wild excitements, an elation throbbing without a care through her body, the maddening desire to keep her wanting to lose her fucking mind, desperate and chaotic and unable to process the exhaustion sweeping across her.
Her tits, mouth, and cunt received the unrelenting greed, an attention and a chaos keeping her loving more of this, the pleasure driving her mad with hunger, throbbing in unrelenting and uncontrollable hunger, the pleasure that drove her to have to give in deeper. There was nothing reasonable to this under the exhausting bliss upon her, the burning desire and the chaos to keep her wanting more of this. Acheron was overwhelmed by so much dick. So much black dick. The burning ecstasy upon her brought her in something unrelenting maddening and infuriating, the obsession keeping her in a place she was desperately unraveling for, giving in to the pleasure and the embarrassment of a chaos to keep her giving in deeper, the throbbing insanity keeping up the most mad and most deranged of feelings, the pleasures that kept her in a weird spot she couldn't make any fucking sense of.
Unstoppable, drunken delights carried her body, feeding Acheron's submission without any idea how she was meant to handle this. Her mind and body turned obedient and ready, the burning indulgence keeping her trapped now in a pleasure too wild to process, feelings of obsession and greed carrying her to have to give herself in to this, the throbbing obsession that tore her to pieces, made her throb in wild excitement, an elation truly beyond sense, bringing her to have to fall apart. There was no good way to hold it together, no sense in trying to behave. She joined with Stelle, melting into euphoria and frustration in a dizzying burn of pure obsession, the pleasure driving them together into insanity, the pleasure too feverish to be able to make sense of. The pleasure and the frustration brought with all of it the burning derangement.
This time, she was open to the orgasm upon her. The passion and the breakdown of an obsession and a lust leaving her falling to pieces, a breakdown of pure insanity bringing her deep into the throes of pure insanity. Ruinous chaos left her in a place of utter desperation. Unending, throbbing pleasure tore her to pieces, made her fall into the dizzying ecstasy and the hunger of a bliss she couldn't resist, the wickedness and the delight keeping up an outrageous burn for more. Cum flooded into her body, her mouth overflowing with jizz while the obsession with black cock was fucked into her, the pleasure and the panic of a frustration leaving her having to give in to this, the burning desire and the crazed passion, leaving her needing to just let it all unravel her. She took it all over her tits, and a raw load into her waiting pussy to leave her happy to give in fully.
The pleasure was life-changing, a baffling bliss and a frustration inducing within her something maddening, the delight and the hunger leaving her to fall madly to pieces. As the cocks pulled out of her, Acheron slumped forward, grabbing clumsily at Stelle, taking her turn now to seize her and sloppily lock lips with her. She melted into the kiss of throbbing passion, the burning desire driving her crazy, the passion and the hunger leaving her to really need more. Stelle could not have been happier to accept the cum snowballed into her mouth without sense.
"I knew you'd love it," Stelle moaned.
"I want more black cock," whined Acheron. "You do this for Stellar Jade?"
"No, I do it for fun. The jade is just a bonus."
Acheron nodded, glassy-eyed, fuck-addled, but able to understand now what Stelle meant, and feeling the same.
She was in Belobog for a reason, but that reason had fallen away for a new, better reason: to suck and fuck black cock all day at this sleazy little club.