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The Golden Hour’s lights were low and dim, keeping the strip club in a state of lurid twilight. There was just enough light to see, but not enough to see entirely clearly. From one end to the other, there was a faint haze, an almost ethereal fog that left things deliciously clouded. Smoke seemed to hang in the air, and sometimes, when the light streams hit it just right, one could see the filtering incense.
Everything was cast in shades of warm purple, seductive, crystalline blue, curling lilac, and glimmering golds. Plush seating surrounded gold-rimmed tables with small lanterns at their center, casting out a purple glow. The tables were heavy with life and rife with low, throaty conversation, all rather hushed beneath the almost burlesque-like music curling through the room.
The tables dominated the main area and were most heavily cluttered around the sweeping, clock-like barside. A respectable centerpoint to the establishment, replete with serving girls in miniskirts and cropped tops. Hardly, however, the main fare for the night; every so often, between groups of tables, were dais with silver poles. Girls in seductive lingerie twirled and danced, offering shows that had men emptying out their wallets.
Many more private booths were centered toward the back, on plush, booth-like tables. The sitting areas there were far more luxurious, with velvet cushions and gauzy silks. Those were reserved for the VIPs, or those who paid for a different kind of privacy. It, too, was not the main fare of the night. The majority of customers tended to cluster around the runway-like stage where the center acts strutted their stuff, performing around silver poles and golden chairs for the sake of the paying audience.
It was all harmless, of course. It was just good stage magic - for lack of a better word - to give the club atmosphere. More than the girls, more than the shows or the drinks or the snacks, it was atmosphere that kept people coming back. This was not your seedy backroom joint, and it wasn’t some meticulously organized establishment. This was a high-end strip club, and it showed in every line, every chair, and most importantly, every curve.
And those curves were luscious. They truly were the cream of the crop, hired specifically to be as mouth-watering, eye-pleasing, and wallet-emptying as possible. This wasn’t a place for seven or eights out of ten. Madam Jade’s strenuous criteria only allowed for nines and tens. Everything was meant to make money. Everything was meant to look as good as humanly possible.
Most of the time, to the point of inhumanity. People couldn’t believe the bounty of natural curves here. Few people believed they weren’t plastic, and fewer believed they were even human. Madame Jade knew how to pick them, and the girls were bombastic, bodacious, and pocket-emptying beauties bar none.
Black Swan was just one such beauty. Gorgeous, in every way that mattered, with a voluptuous body that opened wallets and emptied pockets no matter how she chose to strut her stuff. Every line, every curve, was immaculate. The swell of her chest was picture-perfect to an eye-watering degree, with tits that strained at the purple lace of her sultry, seductive lingerie - pushing against the frilled edges and causing the seductive straps to nearly pop out of place. Those lofty E-cups offered the most tantalizing of jiggles whenever she shook her chest for the audience, to their glee - and her payouts.
Her chest was large, as were the swells of her hips. Rolling, weighty handholds, wide as a wet dream, tucked together by an hourglass waistline and a perfectly flat belly. An insane amount of curvature in a five-seven package, and it kept eyes staring with every flex and shiver. Her legs were long, almost ridiculously so, with a softness to them that made a pillow feel envy.
Her entire body was bedecked in rich, luscious purple lace. Every plush inch of her was caressed by frilled fabric that was barely substantial at the best of times, and would - even in the bedroom - seem almost too lewd. Her garter belt dug into the skin, the straps rolled across her curves, and her stockings were so tight that the elastic bands were digging a centimeter into too-squishy skin. Her tits spilled out over her bra in a generous wobble, threatening to break free with every arch and curve.
Honestly, Black Swan loved this part. She loved the thrill of it, enjoyed the attention, the way that the viewers were committing every curve on her body to their memories. The shouts of approval they made when her name was announced and she started to strut her stuff across the stage had been wholly gratifying, and the attention matched the flash of bills.
Black Swan thrived on this. She had no concept of how demeaning it might be to some people. To her, it was thrilling. She felt nothing but a scintillating thrill as she stretched her arms out far and grabbed the silver pole in front of her, then curved her spine to a sinful degree of flexibility. She arched her back like a cat, pushed up her ass into the air like a stretching feline, and sent her chest into a gravity-enriched wobble of pure sin.
She could practically drink the desire flowing up from around the room. It was thrilling, frankly, though she was mostly concerned with the bounty of tips it would earn her later. For now, she smiled and whipped her body around, then exaggeratedly curtsied while wearing her sinful lingerie.
“And that was Black Swan, folks, isn’t she a darling? Natural E-cup, too. Private dances start at five hundred a session -”
Black Swan danced off the stage. Her body was warm and fuzzy, as if a blanket of heat had surrounded her. Her perfectly pale skin was modestly flushed with colour and partially sticky with sweat, but that always happened when she was pole dancing. It built up a sweat, that was just how it was. She didn’t mind it. She actually enjoyed the way that it made her deep cleavage glisten.
Though she was relatively new to the club - she’d only started working there three months ago - she was easily one of their main attractions now. She ranked in the top of their most-desired dancers, and really only competed with true titty monsters like Algaea or professional dancers like Topaz. Otherwise, she was the cream of the crop, making memories for paying customers and enriching herself in the process.
Some people might have looked down on her job, but Black Swan most certainly didn’t care. It was fun, it made her a bunch of money, and it used her natural talents - that was, her aptitude for dancing and her immaculate body - to her advantage. Frankly, it was almost easy for her. People wanted to make memories with her, even if only for a night; this way, she didn’t have to spread her legs for everyone and could more or less have her fun as she chose to.
In The Golden Hour, she had plenty of fun. It was a true high-class establishment, safe from the predations of petty gangs and riots in the city, and serving a higher class of clientele. Sure, Black Swan didn’t expect gentlemen here, but the people dressed nice, they washed, and they paid big. They were willing to drop several bills just to get her in a room for ten minutes without touching, such were the size of their wallets.
Being able to walk around in high-class lingerie, her hips swinging around and her ass bouncing, with pearls around her neck and a garter of pearls around her thigh, she felt nothing but pleasure. Purring confidently, she smiled and winked at anyone who looked her way, paying back compliments with giggles and sultry coos.
“How much for a dance, sugar?” An eager-looking man asked. shewasn’t the usual gangster type Black Swan saw in lesser establishments, thankfully; The Golden Hour didn’t allow in those types. Granted, she knew it was under the protection of The Family, but at least it saved her from gross mobsters.
“My prices are all on the menu,” Black Swan cooed. She slipped her hands over his shoulders and adjusted his tie while almost shoving her tits into his face. “Five hundred, fifteen minutes.”
“That’s steep,” sheremarked as shestared greedily at her chest. “How about a little off the top?”
“I’m worth every dollar once I’m on top,” she cooed. She winked with one gorgeous purple eye, then curled her purple-painted lips into a smile. “Come back when your wallet can handle me, darling.”
She left him with a swish of the waist and a bounce to her ass. She walked past the main room and toward the end of the bar where other dancing girls were sitting on stools, chatting and having drinks. At the Stripclub, everything was meant to be high-end. As such, the dancing girls weren’t allowed to get sloshed on shift. A shame, and so everyone was served diluted drinks by the bartender, Shioban.
Black Swan pranced over to the counter. She fluffed out her pale purple hair around her heart-shaped face, then smiled at the bartender. Shioban was all woman, dressed to the nines in slacks and a vest; Black Swan knew her type and knew what she wanted. It was very comically easy to lean forward at the waist, showing off way too much titty in her bra, and then flutter her long nails across the countertop.
“Hey there, cutie,” Black Swan said in a rolling voice. “Think you can whip me up one of your house specials?”
Shioban chuckled. “Awww, Swan, you know I can’t serve you hard drinks.”
“I just finished my dance, sweetie,” Black Swan cooed. “Cut a girl a little slack, hm? I need something for all this sweat.” She drummed her long, elegant fingernails over the counter. “Maybe I’ll even need someone to wipe all this sweat off me…”
A single, flirtatious remark. It was so funny to see people trip over themselves for the chance to get intimate with her. Black Swan loved it. To be sure, she was no brat, but she was a shameless flirt and a total tease. She knew what she had, and she flaunted it with confidence. She was good-natured and earnest, but that did not stop her from making self-advantageous deals or arrangements.
She knew what Siobhan wanted. She knew what she offered. A bit of tit for tat. Where the ‘tit’ was ‘titty’ and the ‘tat’ was a hard, stiff drink.
Siobhan opened her mouth - and then closed it instantly when she looked over Black Swan’s shoulder. They both felt the creeping and prickling dread that came with such a look, and Black Swan had just a moment to sigh before the sharp, slicing voice of her boss hit her ears.
“Absolutely no drinking on shift,” said Madame Jade. Her voice was sensual, seductive, and like ice to Black Swan’s ears.
It made her wince.
“Sorry, Madame,” Black Swan apologized gently, almost demurely, which did not at all match the lingerie-wrapped glory of her body. She slipped around and gently slid herself onto the barstool and smiled. “I was just so parched.”
Madame Jade was almost everything that a prospective high-class stripper wanted to be. She was the Madame, the owner of the establishment, and the sole boss. She had all the power there, and thus, all the wealth. She was surprisingly youthful in spite of that title, though gauging her age was nearly impossible; she was certainly older than Black Swan was at twenty-nine. MILF-like, perhaps.
Her face was elegant and refined, narrow like an arrowhead. Her hair was as pale a lilac as her eyes, which stared with a calculating, business-like coldness. Her outfit was a mixture between professional and slutty: an elegant, coat-like dress, or perhaps something reminiscent of a kimono, drawn across her shoulders and down to her thighs. It was short, barely a minidress, showing off incredibly long legs.
Parts of her were totally covered by elegant, shimmering fabric that was a mixture of soft white and luxurious blue. It was tucked around the waist by an expensive belt, yet all the top buttons were undone to show off far too much of her lacy black push-up bra. Though, frankly, the reason was fairly obvious when Jade had a rack like that. She might have been around Black Swan’s size, or perhaps even a bit larger; for a Madame, she had an amazing body.
She might have once used it while dancing around a pole. Now she used her calculating mind to make tons of money, and she was entirely happy to do so. Her calculating eyes found the best girls to work for her, and in all the time Black Swan had been under her, she had no complaints. She ran a tight ship; everything was clean, everything was neat and organized, and the only problem was the strictness.
But Black Swan got paid nicely and got great tips, so who was she to complain?
“Be as parched as you want, but no drinking on my time,” Jade told her sharply. She adjusted her incredibly large, wide-brimmed hat. Why she wore a hat indoors was anyone’s guess - some of the girls had a running bet pool on it - but it did look nice. Witch-like, perhaps, but it was definitely stylish.
“You know I can hold my liquor, Madame,” Black Swan said in a tinkling voice. At the same time, Siobhan set a diluted drink down at the stripper’s side. She took it gently with a word of thanks and took a sip.
“And if you can’t,” Jade said with a raised brow, “Then you’re going to be sloshed, you’re going to give us a bad rep, and I’ll find you doing something financially inadvisable.”
Black Swan blinked. “Well, that’s… a lot to take in. Come on, don’t you trust me, ma’am?”
“I trust you to shake your tits beautifully,” Jade said with a smile, which was neither an answer nor was it relevant. It did make Black Swan laugh, though.
She took a sip of her drink and ran her eyes around the strip club. A new girl was up on stage - Topaz, taking the limelight. She was shorter than Black Swan, yet she had just as nice a rack and a better ass. It was a tiny bit insulting, really, but watching the girl shake her hips was really just something.
“So what brings you out here, Ma’am?” Black Swan asked with a gentle, humming voice.
“Keeping an eye out,” Jade replied. It was then that Black Swan noticed the little bag under her arm, small, yet significant.
Black Swan wisely did not answer. Not at first, and not over the next few minutes of watching Topaz dance and the strip club run its cycle. It was a fairly busy time of night, with a steady stream of paying clients. Here and there, a girl was brought into the back rooms for private dances; this was the type of club, however, where a no-touch policy was enforced, and girls did not have to debase themselves if they didn’t want to.
If they did want to, Jade charged through the nose.
A win-win, as far as Black Swan was concerned. And really, for her, it was easy money. Half the time, things didn’t even go as far as penetrative sex. Most of the clients blew their load - along with their wallets - by the time her mouth was around them, let alone her tits. Easy money through and through.
There was a quick inhale from Black Swan’s right. She looked over and saw that Jade appeared a bit more serious now. She was staring at the doorway, where the bouncer - a tall, broad man named Ghallagar - was letting in a bunch of people in slacks and loose silk shirts. From the tattoos on their bodies and the way they carried themselves, these were gangsters.
They were Yakuza.
Black Swan was not surprised. Not at all. She knew that The Golden Hour paid protection money to the local Yakuza, and they were accordingly not interfered with nor were they harassed. They didn’t even have to deal with idiot Yakuza members causing drunken problems after hours. It was a racket, of course, but it kept ne'er-do-wells away from the strip club and ensured that the place had free security.
Free, for the price of protection. It was almost certainly what Jade had under her arm; she was paying out protection money today. It wasn’t often that the Yakuza showed up in any serious numbers, and rare that they were being shown to the VIP tables in the back. Only once or twice did Black Swan even give out table dances to them. They did tip well, though, when they did come around.
“Paying out protection money today, ma’am?” Black Swan asked coquettishly.
Jade gave her a stare. “Don’t be witty, Swan.”
“I’m just asking a question…”
Jade rolled her eyes. It seemed relatively good-natured, all things considered. “Today is the day. It’s always good to be prepared…”
But, as Jade spoke, she slowly trailed off. Something in her expression changed; it went a bit paler, perhaps, and also a lot more attentive. She stared hard as another Yakuza member walked through the door - this one moving with so much gravitas that it was remarkable, as if they had an aura that forced people to move out of the way.
And yet, also moved with a dumbfounded expression on their face, as if they had gotten lost and wandered into a strip club by accident.
It was a gorgeous woman. By any definition, beautiful. By any reckoning, handsome. Very Eastern in appearance, but with a fine-jawed face and high cheekbones. She was quite tall, perhaps around six feet, maybe even more, with a head of long, deep purple hair - so dark it was almost blue.
Half of her pretty face was covered by her bangs, but her one eye was a deep purple - keeping to a distinct theme, comically enough. Very little makeup save for that around her eye, making her look minimalistic. Still, her shocking beauty did not end at the face. Her body was very nice, even by Black Swan’s lofty standards.
A great chest locked up in something like a brassiere, or a highly suggestive cropped top. It looked like a bra that pushed up generous breasts, with strings and straps arched over the whiteness of her cleavage. There was a tattoo over her left breast, perhaps indicating some clan affiliation. A cropped white jacket with long, furisode-like sleeves hung around her shoulders, but did little to cover her arms.
Surprisingly strong, toned arms. They looked pretty good - the arms of someone who knew how to throw a punch and push a girl’s head down into some pillows. The rest of that body absolutely held to the same theme: her stomach was entirely bare, showing off her navel, and then all the rows of smooth, feminine abs between the waistband of her shorts and her bra. Firm, tense muscle, nothing too masculine, but also nothing too feminine; a great, tense mixture between.
A sharp V ran down her shorts, which were tight and small but still respectable. Her legs were long and defined with a runner’s muscle, and that made Black Swan lick her lips. The woman was absolutely toned. She was sharp-bodied, firmly-muscled, and clearly worked out. She’d always found that sort of thing arousing. Good bodies were to her taste, and she enjoyed sampling them.
She did, however, notice all the tattoos. A red-and-lilac tattoo of fire across her left thigh, and then a draconic sleeve across the right arm. Absolutely gang-related imagery, impressive and bold and shameless. The woman showed it off as if it were nothing. She looked around as if it were nothing. Indeed, she looked lost and confused, yet clearly radiated authority.
Black Swan was intrigued.
“Fuck,” Jade sighed.
Black Swan glanced at her, then blinked. “What’s wrong, ma’am?”
Jade scrunched up her nose. “That’s the boss. Their boss.”
“Yakuza boss?” Black Swan questioned needlessly, because it was clearly obvious from the way that the other gangsters hovered around the purple-haired woman that she had some authority they’d never dare to disrespect - even if she looked lost and confused.
“Yes,” Jade sighed. “Acheron. The boss. She’s the one I made the arrangement with…”
Black Swan’s purple lips twisted into a smile. “What kind of name is that?”
Jade blinked at her very dryly. “Darling, my name is Jade. Hers is Topaz. Yours is Black Swan.”
Black Swan giggled. “Alright, alright, I understand what an alias is…”
“Black Swan.”
“It’s metaphorical!” Black Swan insisted with a laugh and another drink.
“...Her real name is Raiden Mei, but you’re not allowed to use it,” Jade warned her. “Acheron.”
“Acheron. Got it. Big boss.” Black Swan watched as the woman was led to the VIP areas. Lots of girls were there now: strippers in lingerie, waitresses in miniskirts, suddenly doting on the Yakuza gangsters. “Is it a problem that she’s here?”
Jade looked at her, then looked back, and shrugged. “It’s more difficult than just paying protection money….”
Black Swan fluttered her lashes. “Come on, Ma’am, you don’t have to keep it a secret…”
“It’s not a secret; I just don’t trust you not to run your tongue.”
“Awwww.” Black Swan placed a hand on her abundant breast. “That breaks my heart.”
Jade smiled and seemed to laugh. “...The arrangement is simple. We pay protection money, and we are protected. However…” she waved her hand at the boss, who was now seated at a private booth. “...When Acheron comes in, whenever that is, she wants a stripper as her personal payment.”
Black Swan blinked. “She wants a dance?”
Jade made a noise. “More than a dance. The boss doesn’t seem to indulge much, so when she comes here, she picks a stripper to be her - hm - well, to put it bluntly, I’ll say it how she said it: a body pillow.”
Black Swan snorted into her drink. “Beg your pardon?”
“That’s exactly what she told me,” Jade said simply. “I pay protection money. When she comes in, she wants a stripper as her protection payment. She calls them her body pillows. One of our girls gets the benefit of being her pillow for as long as she’s here.”
Jade seemed annoyed. Black Swan was not. It was all ridiculous, of course. She stared at the Yakuza boss sitting there like a bump on a log who had never gone to a strip club in her life; it was entirely comical seeing her served drinks that she wasn’t grabbing, or being hovered by sexy women who refused to indulge.
Black Swan didn’t care much about Yakuza affairs, frankly. She’d rather keep her nose clean, so to speak. She did, however, appreciate a beautiful woman, and more than that, she appreciated money. Wealth, information, those pleased her. When she looked at a rich Yakuza boss, she saw a great, fat tip in her future, and that made her smirk.
“You don’t say…” Black Swan positively purred.
Jade seemed to jolt herself into awareness. “Black Swan, no, I know that look - darling, get that thought out of your head.”
“But ma’am,” Black Swan purred with spread hands, “I’m one of the best dancers here.”
“Swan,” Jade said, and pointed an elegant finger at her, “I know you’re a money whore…”
Black Swan made a noise. “I’m a gold digger, please and thank you.”
“...But that’s not your cash cow,” Jade told her firmly. “When Acheron says body pillow, she means it. Girls take a week off after dealing with her.”
Black Swan smiled. “I imagine she tips well, though.”
“Darling, you’re her payment,” Jade sighed. “There are no tips.”
“I bet she’s quite rich…” Black Swan said dreamily.
“You…” Jade sighed. “Get it out of your head.”
Black Swan glanced at her. “She wants payment in strippers? Then why not send the hottest, newest girl out there? She’s never had some of me.”
“Are you that desperate for a quick buck?” Jade asked. “I’m not sending my top girls to get knocked out for a week by Acheron. That’s lots of wasted money.”
Black Swan rolled her eyes and rolled her hair around her finger. “Oh, come on, she’s not some big bad. She’s one woman.”
“Those are very famous last words,” Jade sighed. “Ah… Look, if you want to strut your stuff, I won’t say no. If she picks you, though, don't say I didn’t warn you.”
Black Swan was already imagining what it would be like to get into a Yakuza boss’s pants, and then how she could endear herself. She could get doted on. She knew the desperate type; they were always looking for cash to spend. Black Swan could milk it, for sure. You just had to put on a pretty face, then sneak into their mind when they least expected it - make them want you, and get some good stuff out of it.
Black Swan had done it a dozen times before. She could do it again.
“What’s her favourite drink?” Black Swan asked.
“Frankly? I have no clue,” Jade confessed. “She drinks whatever comes her way.
Black Swan made a noise, then asked Shiobhan to pour her a mixed drink. Something that wasn’t, per se, the top of the shelf, but rather an impressive mix that would burn just right. Sometimes, being good and being memorable were two very different things. Soon, she had both drinks in her hands. Sooner still, she was sashaying up to the VIP area with her hips set to an exaggerated beat - rolling like the waves of the sea.
Up she went to an area that was cloistered with Yakuza members watching girls dance on poles and waitresses serving drinks in serious numbers. Acheron was there a ways apart, looking halfway indifferent. Not bored, just a bit blank. Almost lost, as if she’d wandered in here by chance and was confused by all the bare flesh and jiggling breasts on display.
Black Swan rose the shallow steps like the voluptuous bombshell she knew she was. There were only a few women as hot as her in the entire place, even by her standard. Only a few matched her for curves, or for raw, physical beauty, and few for talent. They were all gorgeous, but in a world of nines, she was a ten. She knew it. She flaunted it with utter confidence.
And as she sashayed up with a drink in hand, she saw Acheron’s attention flutter over to her. Purple eyes were somewhat disinterested, focused on her in an instant, then latched on. There was a brief lock as the two of them stared, and Black Swan smiled. Then, Acheron’s eyes trailed off her face to stare at her chest, then at her waist, before finally licking away entirely.
Huh, Black Swan thought. But, she didn’t mind it much. She swung her hips over and moved straight to the boss, whilst the Yakuza around them stared at her with appraisal. Each step of her high heels made her chest shiver within her bra; the benefit of a tight pushup.
“Hello, beautiful,” Black Swan said throatily as she got up in front of Acheron. The woman looked at her again, this time a bit more directly. She had, Swan noticed, taken off her white jacket, and that showed off how firm her shoulders looked and how wonderful her dragon tattoo-sleeve was. “My name is Black Swan. Miss Jade sent me over with drinks.”
“Black… Swan?” Acheron frowned and looked her in the face. “Weird name.”
Black Swan blinked, then giggled. “Mhm, maybe. It’s not a name you’d soon forget, though.”
“I’m not good with names,” Acheron said with a shake of her head.
“There are plenty of other things to be good with,” Black Swan drawled. She set the drink down in front of Acheron and pushed it forward with smooth fingers. The woman stared, almost blank. She seemed like she just didn’t know what she was doing, and it was cute and comical at the same time. It made Black Swan wonder if this ‘boss’ was really all that, or if she was just the usual repressed virgin who was using her power for a lay or two.
“I don’t know what this is,” Acheron said, and tapped her long fingers against the rim of the cup.
“It’s a surprise,” Black Swan told her. “That makes it more memorable.”
“Really? I… see…” Acheron seemed to murmur. She reached out to pluck the drink up, only for Black Swan to stop her. She covered the drink with her hand, smiled, and winked. Her movements were slow and sensual, designed to evoke reactions. Acheron stared in a strangely blank, but altogether amusing, manner.
She watched as Black Swan sat on the edge of the table and pushed the drink up. She had a full view of the sexy stripper in front of her: every curve, every plush angle, all of it, wrapped up in sinful purple lace the likes of which a person would dream of seeing on a Valentine’s day celebration. Amusingly, Acheron did not really react to it. She definitely noticed, though.
Black Swan inserted the class into her cleavage and lodged it there neatly. Thankly, her boobs were both big enough, and pliant enough, for this to work. She smirked lovingly and rolled her shoulders forward, sending coloured alcohol sloshing. This time, Acheron seemed to fasten her eyes on the view.
“This makes it even more memorable,” Black Swan said with a husky purr. She had the full force of Acheron’s attention on her now, and it was oddly exciting. The woman was very beautiful up close, with a face that was symmetrically mesmerizing. Her tattoos were brilliant across her milky-pale skin, and her muscles looked even better. “Is that alright, boss?”
Acheron let out a tiny breath. She nodded mutely and leaned forward almost passively, like a first-timer might. Only, Black Swan rather doubted that was the case, and certainly, Acheron was not at all shy to practically shove her face between Black Swan’s massive tits and latch onto the glass.
It was overwhelmingly clumsy. For a Yakuza boss, the woman seemed to be a fair bit awkward. Still, it was almost cute to have the woman drinking a glass out of between her chest, trying to pull on the alcohol with an audible slurp and still - somehow - sending some of it dripping down her chin. Acheron didn’t seem to mind it, though, and she ducked in a bit eagerly.
“You’re spilling it,” Black Swan said sensually. She purred her words out like a true and honest gold digger might; every syllable calculated to evoke reactions. Acheron watched with dilated pupils as Black Swan extracted the glass, then tipped it. She poured out a drizzle across the white slopes of her frankly perfect tits, smothering them in a layer of alcohol.
Acheron watched the beady droplets roll down her cleavage. She was so fascinated and so focused that Black Swan couldn't help but smile. “You’re… beautiful.”
“It’s still spilling,” Black Swan hummed. “Boss Acheron.”
Acheron dove forward. She ran her tongue across the inner slopes of Black Swan’s immaculate cleavage, lapping up a line of sticky alcohol. She moved down and nuzzled, kissing harder, slurping harder, her mouth pulling with a friction that was frankly delicious. The girl was a bit bolder than her outwardly confused appearance suggested, and the touch of her lips was borderline ravenous.
She suckled on her chest and licked up the alcohol with a few sultry twitches. Black Swan made it go deeper when she rolled her shoulders forward and sent her tits bouncing. For a moment, she had Acheron’s face smothered, and that was exactly where it was meant to be. The Yakuza boss looked good there. It was actually kind of appealing to Black Swan, who was used to a more masculine clientele.
“Ah, making me nice and clean,” Black Swan said throatily. “How very kind of you, ma’am.”
Acheron pulled back. It was sudden and quick, almost confusingly so. It took Black Swan a moment to realize that the Yakuza boss had heard something that the stripper had not: the clicks of approaching high heels. Jade’s high heels, specifically. She had come up with a slew of other strippers and was busy greeting everyone with smiles and glances - she’d come to pay.
Black Swan smiled and pulled back. She gently trailed her fingers along Acheron’s neck, touching her like a lover might. “I’d love to offer you a dance, Beautiful stranger, but business, I think, comes first.”
“...Yes,” said Acheron. “What’s your name, again?”
Black Swan smiled and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She’d just said it. Was the woman just that out of it? It would only make her an easier person to take advantage of. “Black Swan, dear. Remember it.”
Acheron made a noise. She nodded and watched Black Swan retreat off to the side with her hips swinging and swaying. It was time for Jade to pay off her protection, and she did so with clever words, businesslike acumen, and a glimmering flair to her movements. She was good. She was damned good. Honestly, Black Swan always admired the woman for her ability to excel in a dog-eat-dog world.
“I imagine you’d like your preferred method of payment, Miss Acheron?” Jade asked at one point, her voice loud enough to overhear.
“Yes,” Acheron said with a low, throaty rumble.
“Do you have someone -”
“Her,” Acheron said, and pointed at Black Swan. “I want her as my payment. She’s going to be my body pillow.”
Jade smiled. It looked forced, but in the way of someone who didn’t want to lose a precious asset. “Of course. I’ll have her take you to our private rooms.”
“Yes, please,” Acheron said in a low voice. She stared right at Black Swan the entire time, her look partway blank and halfway hooded.
Jade got up and moved over to Black Swan. She looked at her, locked eyes, and ignored the stripper's coquettish smile. “Take care of her. Give her a great dance and full service. What she wants, she gets. From here on out, you’re not a dancer - you’re her whore. Got it?”
“How colourful," Black Swan teased.
Jade looked at her and sighed, as if exasperated - or sympathetic. “I warned you.”
Black Swan watched her leave. She didn’t get the commotion; if Jade thought that someone as talented as Swan would be afraid of some woman who couldn’t remember a name, she was very, very wrong. Confidently, she moved over to the boss again, and then gently offered her hand to her.
“Let me show you to one our finest rooms, ma’am,” Black Swan purred. “I can’t wait to get you in private.”
“Thank you,” Acheron said, and accepted her hand. “I know I've been there before, but frankly, I don’t remember how to get there. Is it this way?”
“Ah - no, that’s the way to the washrooms…”
“Just take a seat,” Black Swan said huskily, “and let me show you how a professional dances.”
The VIP rooms were pretty standard affairs. The high-end strip club was not a brothel, even if it could theoretically double as such. The main private rooms were just solo couches and simple walls, with a bouncer constantly on-hand. The VIP rooms, by contrast, were in the back, on the second floor, and were fairly nice by comparison.
Fancy circular couches of a plush, purple fabric, with brilliant blue wallpaper and nice lighting. The atmosphere was dim and there was a smokiness to the air that tantalized the senses. There was nothing like a bed, because if the cops did come to such an establishment, they’d find nothing to presume some kind of illicit activity going on - but the couches were wide and deep, allowing for all sorts of indulgences.
If someone afforded a room like this, they were getting laid in some way, shape, or form. Black Swan came here when someone could pay enough for it, and she rarely went past some head or some titty. She was too good for people to last, and that was why she earned so much. It was rare she actually had to put out, and if she did, it was only to endear customers for more, and more, and more.
She was excited, honestly, to push Acheron down onto the couch and watch her bounce there. Tatted up brilliantly with a fiery dragon across her left-hand side, snarling fangs reaching across her shoulder and over her back in a heady artistic diorama, while muscles stood stark and proud against her skin - she was a real looker. A rich one, too. She had to have some serious power and wealth behind her to be running a protection racket for a place as upscale as The Golden Hour.
Black Swan liked that.
She liked an easy cash cow.
Someone who looked at her like this - someone who was staring at her body and at her tits like Acheron was - surely had never really been with a woman worth a damn. That put things entirely in Black Swan’s ballpark, and she was only too excited to get to it. She smirked down at the sitting boss and leaned over at the waist, pushing her spine forward in an exaggerated sweep that sent her tits bouncing with the full weight of gravity.
“Are you ready for your dance?” Black Swan cooed.
Acheron nodded and breathed out from between her lips. “Yes, please.”
Black Swan smiled. Her every mannerism was designed for seduction and to entice desire. It was there to look good and to make people want to open up their wallets, and she executed it with all the careful, practiced precision she was known for. She was a great dancer. She was an amazing lap dancer. She was there to put on a show, and her shows blew the mind.
She knew how to lean forward and how to run her hands over a stud’s shoulders. She knew how to drag her body around and start twisting it, curling it, her wide hips rolling like the waves of the sea, her tits shaking in their cups like a ship in a storm; the flesh jiggling, the whiteness quivering. Her lingerie squished lovingly into the curves of her body as she swept herself around, already twerking.
She was swirling, her hips curling, her waist waving; she had her hands on Acheron’s shoulders, then she was raking her long-nailed fingers along the straps over Acheron’s breasts, then cupping her chest, then squeezing. Down she slid, her entire body leaning forward, thrusting her chest into the Yakuza boss’s face; almost giving her a mouthful of tittymeat.
Her hand raked through her hair and curled into her scalp. Smirking, Black Swan slid down Acheron’s body, their chests rubbing, skin sliding. Black Swan let out a tiny little breath of arousal as the weight of her breasts pressed down against the firmness of Acheron’s strong abs, and felt excitement fill her. The woman really did have a great body. Where Swan was the peak of womanly beauty, Acheron was the peak of physical fitness.
It was great.
Black Swan dropped to the balls of her feet and crouched between the stud’s legs, then planted her hands on her knees and slid right back up. Her body unfolded in a languorous curl, and dragged where she’d come from. She slid against Acheron, making full, squishy body contact; her hips rose up, her ass pulling high into the air, and twisting around in a mesmerizing, distracting circle.
Acheron said nothing. She didn’t try to get touchy-feely. She just watched, pupils dilated with a confused sort of hunger. It didn’t stop Black Swan from twisting her body around to lean back against Acheron, her spine against her breasts, sliding up and down in an undulating flutter that brought her hips up and down.
She pressed into Acheron’s lap. She leaned into her. Black Swan’s lilac hair rolled into Acheron’s shoulder and their cheeks brushed. The stripper mewled sensually and pushed her tits up into the air, making them wobble; she then dragged herself up and around, her head whipping, her spine arching, her ass shoving down. She twerked in the beauty’s lap, her body moving and sliding in all the ways she had perfected over time.
She rubbed herself down into the Boss’s lap. She was not entirely sure what she’d expected from the start, but all the words and the phrases and Jade’s discussion had painted a pretty specific picture - and so feeling the bulge in Acheron’s lap, one that was steadily swelling out, seemed to get larger and larger.
Well, hello, there, Swan purred in her mind. She licked her teeth and slid around, still sliding, still dancing - giving the best damn lapdance in her life. Rising up and down, her body twisting and curling, shaking her shoulders, waving her hips, and then riding Acheron’s lap. Never once, however, did Acheron touch her, which was curious.
“You know, I am your payment,” Black Swan cooed. “C’mon… you can touch, I don’t bite unless you ask…”
“Bite,” Acheron murmured. Whyever she repeated that was unimportant. Her hands swept up and curled across Black Swan’s waist, caressing her skin perfectly. She cupped the broad swells of her hips and squeezed, then ran her palms along the flat of a perfect belly. She caressed Black Swan as she danced in her lap, giving her a show for the ages.
It was all writhing curvature and bouncing breasts. Black Swan excelled at this, and Acheron’s hands were rather nice when they squeezed. Her palms were fairly rough, with calluses from hard work. It was not difficult to imagine those hands doing some very suspicious things in their time, but Black Swan didn’t need to consider that - she just had to have her fun.
And her fun involved a thick bulge, now. It was pressing against her fat ass whenever she dove down, and as the plentiful flesh squished past her slutty lingerie, she felt the bulge grind into her. The woman was not small at all. No, she was remarkably big. It was hard to tell how much, but Swan rather liked it. She worked with anything, of course, male or female, but there was a lot of fun with a bigger size - just more to play with.
It also made it easier to get a guy - or in this case, girl - off.
“So big,” Black Swan purred. “Mhm, no wonder you like your payment in beautiful women…”
Acheron let out a breath. The sound vibrated from the depths of her chest, and it was oddly exciting. Her hands rose up and cupped Black Swan’s chest through her bra, and her touches were almost worshipful. Firm, but not rough. Bold, but not crass. It wasn’t exactly Swan’s style - she did like a good grope here and there - but she appreciated the reverence that Acheron was showing her. It felt appropriate.
“It’s hard for normal girls to get me off,” Acheron said in a breathy voice. “I like women who know how to take it.”
Black Swan tittered out a laugh. “How bold. Ah, but don’t you worry, beautiful - I can take everything and more.”
She danced and twerked in Acheron’s lap. She slid herself around in mesmerizing arcs, and felt the boss get harder. Her gropes were a bit rougher now, a bit handsier, squeezing Swan’s chest and then moving down to rub her fingers against her lingerie - snapping at garters, tracing along her bottoms. She seemed mesmerized, and that was precisely where Black Swan liked her clients to be.
Addicted.
“You’re the best lapdancer I’ve met so far,” Acheron told her breathlessly. “I could watch you all day.”
“Oh, thanks, sugar - ah! But you’re so stiff for me,” Black Swan purred as she arched her back like a horny cat. Her tits pushed up high into the air and bounced around in those sinful cups, practically threatening to fall out. “I think you want more than just a dance, handsome.”
“Mhm… I guess I can watch you dance later,” Acheron murmured. “Yes, let’s get to the real reason we’re both here.”
Black Swan smirked. She slipped herself around and sat side-straddle in the beauty’s lap. Again, she was struck by how hot Acheron was. A very beautiful eastern-looking woman with sharp eyes, great hair, and a good body. Sure, she wasn’t a bodybuilder, and she was half as built as someone like their chief of security, but this woman was shockingly fit. Besides her tits, there wasn’t an ounce of ‘wasted’ body fat on her.
She had to work out daily for a body like that. Black Swan found it delicious.
She curled her fingers across Acheron’s abs and purred, “Let me show you just how well I can fluff up a big dick, cutie.”
“What?” Acheron asked, as if a bit confused - a cute look made all the more enjoyable when Black Swan started to slide the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Left, then right; she reached around her and unhooked the fasteners. As pressure was released, her chest bounced up against the cups. A gentle, small jiggle, perhaps, but one that caught the eyes and captured them in an instant.
Black Swan was always amused by how easy people could be. She smirked with her purple lips as she drew off her bra and cast it aside ever-so-gently. The way that Acheron’s gaze suddenly became fixated on her chest was an exciting thing, indeed. Her attention was rapt, with the same hunger as every guy that came through those doors. The desire for a pair of big, perfect tits was just too good to pass up on.
Black Swan did have one hell of an immaculate pair. Big and round and perfectly formed, they rested heavily against her chest without much sag; just a perfect amount of pliancy and firmness that made them look astounding. Money-worthy, for sure. Round and smooth with bulging sideboob and a rolling curvature to them, capped with bright, pink nipples, they absolutely stole the show - and Acheron’s attention.
Which was exactly what Black Swan wanted out of this.
“Do you like them?” Black Swan purred.
Acheron nodded. “Some of the best I’ve ever seen. Maybe the best.”
Black Swan licked her lips in a very showy, flashy style. “Would you like me to wrap them around your cock?”
Acheron blinked, then stared, with a hunger that was - for a brief second - so intense it stole Black Swan’s breath away. It only lasted for a second, though, before melting down into placid calmness. “...I’ve never had anyone do that before. Yes, please.”
“Good girl,” Black Swan cooed. She slid down Acheron’s body again, her own busty, voluptuous figure easily finding a home between the woman’s shockingly toned legs. It was so easy for her to kneel there and to shove her ass out with lusty exaggeration - everything a person wanted to see in their lives. A feast for the eyes, truly. “Now let’s see what we’re working with here…”
It certainly looked impressive from up close. It was tenting out the entirety of Acheron’s shorts, in fact. How the hell Black Swan hadn’t noticed it before was something incredible, because it looked way too big to just hide away. Black Swan felt a tiny bit of excitement fill her as she cupped the bulge and traced it out in a way that made the Yakuza boss shiver.
“Very nice,” Black Swan cooed. Frankly, it got her excited. She liked actually having something to work with; the bigger, the more fun she had. Smiling, she elegantly ran her fingers along the seams, then the buttons, plucking them out, and then pulling on the fly. She was gentle in her movements, almost teasing, letting her touches linger so that Acheron would soak in the -
Acheron’s cock didn’t agree, and once the pressure was released, the fat swell of meat that was her dick came springing out. Only, Black Swan did not even realize that it was at first, because the last thing she expected was to be nearly clubbed in the face by a fucking pipe. It was an absolute log of cockmeat that was far and away bigger than what she had even expected to see.
It was massive. The thing was like a damned baseball bat in her face, practically rubbing against her nose. It was a huge, wrist-thick pillar of cock the size of her damned forearm - at least ten inches. At least ten inches of stupidly big, shockingly thick, dick. Black Swan was stunned for a moment, barely able to finish pulling down Acheron’s pants because of it. She just did not expect it to be that big. It was far loftier than anything she’d seen in person, and it was confusingly attractive.
“W-well, you’re a big gal,” Black Swan said. She mustered up her confidence and put it forward charismatically. She smirked and settled there in front of that absolutely colossal slab of a dick that the boss was sporting; Black Swan was now pretty sure she understood why Jade told her to hold back.
If she thinks a big dick is the end of my career, she’s very wrong, Black Swan thought. Smirking, she dragged the tip of her finger along the vascular underside and moved it up to the tip. Still smirking, she began to shimmy her chest forward and sent her boobs sliding up against the big, fat, meaty cock. A very big dick, indeed, but one that comfortably sandwiched itself between her soft tits.
“Oh,” Acheron breathed out. “Those are… soft.”
“Only the best,” Black Swan teased. “Ah, but you’re so big, Acheron. Let me see if I can handle you, hmmm….?”
Black Swan knew her way around a dick. Oh, she very much knew how to handle a cock, even one that was admittedly as monstrous and colossal as this one. Ten inches was a heck of a lot, frankly. Anyone who thought it wasn’t serious had some problems going on. It was huge, and it took a special kind of girl to be willing to tackle it – and she was just that kind of woman.
She was confident. She was self-assured. Most importantly, she was more than eager to do it. Even if she rarely had to get down and dirty often for her money, the moments she did do so were always memorable for everyone involved. So it was that with only a smile and a smirk that she sent her huge tits sweeping up against the sides of the massive cock, sandwiching it in that doughy perfection.
And, truly, her tits were, indeed, perfection. They were huge, they were soft, and they were doughy. They were almost putty-like into their perfection, soft and pliant and totally snug when her hands gripped them. Her chest was the finest that a pair of naturals could be, or so she told herself. No sag, almost inhuman perfection, all defying gravity’s embrace.
It was dangerously easy to cup her chest, push her fat boobs up, and cup the huge cock between them. The soft skin mashed down against the heady thickness, and she was – for a moment – surprised by it. It was expected, of course, but the cock was so iron-hard, so veiny, that she could feel it against the plush flesh of her cleavage. She rather enjoyed that sensation, even if it was fairly depraved.
“Such a big girl,” Black Swan cooed. “I like that a lot.”
She pressed her chest down and captured it fully. Her soft breasts caressed a vast swathe of the big dick, holding it in a snug pocket of luxurious softness. The skin squished and mashed down just right, holding fast to the shape of it. The dick still jutted up several inches from the top of her doughy cleavage, but a lot of it was happily contained inside.
“It’s not often I get a cock that sticks up from my breasts like this,” Black Swan said with a sultry rumble. “That’s very hot, Miss Acheron.”
“It is,” Acheron affirmed -and then cleared her throat to say, “Hot, I mean. This is very hot. Your tits are… so soft…”
“Only the finest,” Black Swan purred. She winked at the woman and pushed on the sides of her chest, squishing the cock nicely. The heavy girth throbbed welcomingly at her touch. The way that it was tithing indicated that it was pretty damned horny, so she doubted it would be hard to milk a load out, empty those balls, and then leave it be – get Acheron hooked and wanting more. “Now sit back, relax, and let your – mhm, you called me a body cushion? Let me handle things.”
She spat down onto the cock in the next moment. A generous wad of saliva left her purple-painted lips and danced down onto the big dick below. Achorn sighed at that. She seemed fascinated. Her looks were lovely, if a little bit dumb. Honestly, Black Swan was not sure she was the smartest tool in the shed at all, but that was okay. It was cute, if nothing else.
As saliva drizzled down the dick’s broad girth, Black Sea smirked. She grabbed the sides of her chest that much more firmly and sent them sliding in the next moment, manhandling them up the meaty rod in a pleasurable ascent. The skin rubbed together with a delicious sort of friction, the softness of her chest squishing gently across the huge, iron-hard rod.
The cock was frankly, more akin to a katana than it was to any dick she normally handled, but that was fine. It was all the same thing, in the end. Even if this wine was bigger and harder than the usual, even if the veins were palpably twitching, it was the same thing to handle. Black Swan was more than up to the task, more than ready to send her chest sliding across those inches of daunting hardness and caress it with her breasts.
These soft inner slopes rubbed perfectly, because that was what they were for. They caressed achingly thick prickmeat and drew up over its many dense, girthy inches, offering a sensual crawl from which there was little escape. Of course, the cock had nowhere it wanted to be other than between her snug tits, which pressed down so nicely in Black Swan’s clever hands.
She had done this a lot. Guys were fascinated with her tits. She'd learned ot use them to her advantage in every which way that mattered, including wrapping them around af at cock. She squished down, and her flesh sank around it, welcomingly. A simple application of pressure made Acheron groan. A hot, plentiful noise, not a subtle sigh. The boss’s face did not really change much, but she did look more content.
“Such a big cock,” Black Swan purred, keeping up her dirty talk just for the sake of it. People loved it when she did that. “I love how it feels between my breasts.”
She did not feel much of anything, really, but it was fun – and more fun to watch. Acheron’s eyes twitched, and her lips parted when the head of her cock was encapsulated by fluffy breastflesh, and when Black Swan applied pressure and squished her boobs down, the boss even moaned. She was easy: an open book. It was terribly exciting, and Black Swan enjoyed it.
She smiled as she dropped her chest back down. Her hands had a perfect grip, and she maintained it as she manhandled herself around. Her shoulders rolled to help the way, so that the snug rolling of her cleavage travelled across the entirety of the big, thick, aching prick. Its dense flesh was intimately soothed by her rubbing softness, which did not hesitate for a single second.
She swept her chest down until the fat rod pierced the snowy-white tops of her cleavage. The underswell of her prodigious chest thumped down into Acheron's lap, halfway smooshing her tattoo. The soft squash of skin seemed to delight the Yakuza boss, because she moaned very eagerly indeed.
“Ah, are you enjoying them?” Black Swan asked in a teasing voice of pure sin.
“They’re very nice,” Acheron praised. “I almost want to keep them.”
Black Swan laughed. “Anything for a price."
Still in control, Black Swan was resolved to make Acheron a moaning mess. She brought her boob up and around in a sloppy gesture, sliding them across the mountain of hardness with nothing but desire. Her fat tits wobbled up in another high, sinful ascent, engulfing inch after inch of thick dick without a second thought. Black Swan lost nothing but using her tits to perform. It was honestly one of the easiest ways to earn a tip that there was. Being graced with tits like hers was, quite frankly, an incredible one.
Bringing them up in her long-tailed hands was easy. She had a perfect grip on the sides of her chest and knew how it set it. Her palms were more than adept at handling their weights, even if they were somewhat troublesome at times. Her shoulders, too, were regularly worked out to make this easier than it should have been; she took total pride in her immaculate body.
And she enjoyed using it to her advantage, like tittyfucking a hung Yakuza boss with more money than sense. Or sense of direction. The fact that Acheron had nearly gotten lost twice on the way to the room, whilst being guided by the hand, was fairly comical. Really, Black Swan felt nothing but confidence in her task, and it was one she executed with boundless abandon.
“Do you like how my tits feel around your cock?” Black Swan purred salaciously, her voice drooping with enthusiasm.
Acheron nodded and fidgeted. “They’re really, really nice. I haven’t felt tits this nice in…”
The woman trailed off. It didn't matter what she intended to say. Black Swan just wanted her to admit it and open up to her. It put her in the exact sort of situation she thrived in. There she was on her knees, smirking up a storm, as she guided her chest around in fluffy, luxurious bounces, stroking off cockmeat with each energetic rise and fall.
“Do you like how they perfectly fit your cock?” Black Swan cooed throatily.
Acheron nodded. “They’re incredible.”
Black Swan knew they were. She knew that easy bounce and wobble was sure to draw out horny reactions from the studly Yakuza woman. Her dick trembled as those big, fluffy titties rose and fell in her lap, jiggling on the highest of ascents, then moving to thud against their pelvis. Tittymeat lashed out and clapped against toned, chiseled skin, mashing down like the pillows nature wanted them to be. In a way, it was almost pornographically perfect, a far cry from the boorishness of her usual clients.
“It’s rare that I get a cock so big it sticks out from my cleavage,” Black Swan teased in a gentle, womanly voice. “There’s so much – ah, maybe my chest isn’t enough?”
She curled her purple lips around. Acheron didn't have to perceive her notions to understand what she was doing. The stripper leaned forward enthusiastically, then pressed her plump, cocksucking lips against the tip. Just a kiss, but the kind of thing that made Acheron palpably growl.
“Oh,” the Yakuza boss sighed.
Black Swan smiled against the dick’s sensitive head, all while bouncing her tits around in a mashing gesture of pleasure. “Let me take care of this properly.”
She pressed her mouth against the tip again. She rolled the plushness of her lips across the bulbous cap, caressing it in a way that was sure to be infuriatingly pleasurable. Acheron’s sigh was particularly harmonious, and Black Swan enjoyed it. Though, she just enjoyed being able to work on this utter canvas of a cock far more than she expected.
Honestly, it was just fun. This was her work, so she didn't feel any reservations about it. It was a lot of fun to actually be able to bounce her tits around a big dick and feel it throb, and it was more fun to have something for her mouth to play with while she did so. She kissed it, then rolled against it, her tongue sliding out in an undulating caress that left it throbbing.
Acheron sighed. “Oh, that’s…. that’s really hot…”
Black Swan looked up at Acheron. There were few things that got people off quicker than a woman locking eyes while giving head. Black Swan had definitely learned that before, and so she was only too enthusiastic to stare at Ahceeeron’s pretty face while rolling her tongue around the head of her dick. Her pink muscle was far more flexible than one would have believed, and it rolled and twerked around the sensitive glans to make it positively quiver.
As she slurped on the cap, her tits did not stop their fluffy bounce. She was an expert multitasker, and so she could squish her fat tits together and compress cockmeat between the luscious valley of her boobs, and then drag them around for another rolling, bouncing caress. She let them rise and fall across the towering slab of dick, and enjoyed every twitch and throb that came her way.
It was just a lot of fun. Black Swan may have enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh more than was right and proper, but who cared about proper? She was having fun, and she slurped away on the cap with her lips, mashing and kissing hungrily. She was teasing it and worshipping it in equal measure, and saw the way that Acheron’s pupils dilated and her breath came out fast and hot.
“You’re so good at this,” the woman groaned. “That’s really hot. Most girls can’t…”
Again, she trailed off. It was so very funny to Black Swan. She didn’t know what to make of it, and she didn't care. This seemingly placid, almost dull Yakuza boss was hers to enjoy, and Black Swan would not hesitate. She kissed down fiercer, harder, her purple-painted lips mashing against the sensitive head. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue against the exposed inches of dick pushing up from her fat tits, then dove down to capture it within the hot seal of her mouth.
Acheron moaned harder. Her dick throbbed far more tangibly. Black Swan smiled and curled her tongue against it, forming a plush landing ramp, her soft cocksuckers clamped down to embrace the girth, and then she was diving down – slurping up a swathe of thickened cock without a care in the world. An easy forward push, a hot, slobbering descent, gurgling up a mouthful of cock in moments.
Or, at least, as much as she could – she was still bouncing her tits across it, after all. There wasn't that much room to move, but frankly, slurping up two inches of a ten-inch monster was still a fun amount. She gurgled down on it, saliva bubbling into an inferno. There was no need to keep this clean. Customers didn't want some clean blowjob, they wanted sloppy toppy that would suck their souls out. Black Swan was very adept at that, and she pushed down with a feverishness that blew minds.
She slurped at the sensitive head while bouncing her chest around. Her hand cupped swathes of her skin and pushed down on the sides, applying pressure to the throbbing slab of a cock. She made it pulsate that much more as it squished between her luxurious cleavage, the soft skin moulding to it in ways no other tits ever would. It was hard to say where one breast started and the other ended, such was their fluffy tightness.
Ahceron groaned. “Oh, wow. I really like – ah – really like that…”
The woman seemed to growl a bit, but ultimately, did nothing. She held herself there against the couch proudly, her arms stretched over the back, her muscles flexed and flared. She was a beautiful woman with a great body, and Black Swan enjoyed admiring it as she slurped away on the fat head of her massive dick. Saliva drizzled from her mouth and ran down the hardness, painting it with sloppy fluids.
The stuff was mashed between her cleavage, making for a slick, enjoyable lube. She squelched it with each bouncing wobble her hands made, keeping the dick on the cusp of pleasure. Churning wetness hit her ears while slurping slobbers filled the room, now growing more enthusiastic as Black Swan sucked up so much dick she was practically kissing her own tits.
She was diving down wholeheartedly, even though it made her neck ache something fierce. That was fine, though. She was good at this. She arched out her spine, pushed her ass out, and leaned into it – each tittyfucking wobble, each slurping blowjob. She gurgled around her mouthful of meat and left lipstick trailing in her wake; purple lines that were something from a porno.
“I’m – I’m close,” Acehron grunted. That much was true; Black Swan could feel it. The dick was throbbing so much it was going to blow, which proved her point that even a Yakuza boss was no different from any other guy who opened up their wallets. A quick flash of titty, some mouth action, and they were done. Then, she had them coming back for more.
Black Swan eagerly embraced it. She bobbed her head up and down in slurping ascents, and she kept on dragging her purple-painted cocksuckers across the girth. Her tongue rolled and dragged, ensuring maximum stimulation. Her saliva-glazed tits caressed the throbbing mast of meat, stroking it off with fluffy wobbles of pure sin.
Everything was calculated for pleasure, and Black Swan did not pull her punches. This was all calculated, and when the dick really began to throb, when it really began to twitch, she did not hold back, either. She was a clever woman, and she knew how to make her tips – and there were few things a guy- or in this case, a damned hung woman – liked better than watching a girl swallow.
She held herself there as Acheron moaned, threw her head back, and began to cum. Her big dick exploded with virile activity – that was the only way for Black Swan to describe it. She’d never felt a dick move with such muscular contractions before, never felt one pulsate so hard that the veins were practically bulging, but that was exactly what she now got directly in her mouth.
A pulsating mouthful of cock, more intense than anything she’d imagined. With it came a flood of cum that was as thick as goo and as dense as paste. It was like eating damned oatmeal for breakfast, or something ridiculous. It was way too much, way too gooey, but there she was, drinking it down - because ultimately, she was damned good at her job. Frankly, she took pride in it, no matter how lusty or depraved.
She was just having fun with it. Her cheeks packed out with the weight of all that seed, and she quickly swished it and swallowed it down. One gulp, two gulps, the sounds rising clearly into the air. She gulped it down as best as she could, which, quite frankly, was very stressful. Still, she had fun with it, and she felt her belly grow hot and full with seed.
Way too much cum, as if Acheron was backed up for weeks. Hell, months. Was that possible? Maybe, Black Swan didn’t know how it worked; she simply gulped it down and drained the throbbing dick for all it was worth. She kept on bouncing her titties around to fluff it up that much more, just warming it with the flesh of her body.
“Oh…” Acheron breathed. “Wow. You’re really good at this. Most girls don’t handle it that well…”
She trailed off and stared down at Black Swan. The lovely stripper popped off her big dick with a happy, exaggerated noise, and gulped down another throatful of porridge-thick baby-batter. She then proudly showed off her mouth, tongue outstretched and all, showing how empty it was.
“They definitely don’t swallow it all, either,” Acheron said in a low, throaty voice.
Black Swan licked her lips to polish them up. “I’m just happy to please, Miss Acheron. I always love draining a load from a handsome woman…”
“It was an excellent warmup,” Acheron affirmed.
Warm up? Black Swan blinked languidly and cast her eyes down, only to realize that the dick jammed between her tits was still totally, utterly hard. The huge dick was still very much stiff and not even the slightest bit soft; it was a massive, saliva-glazed rod of meat the likes of which Black Swan had never really seen in person. The fat head was dripping drool and was lined with vague lipstick marks, and those grew more pronounced around the three and four-inch marks; thick bands of purple were imprinted into the skin.
"You're still hard,” Black Swan said with some amount of wonder. It was a shock, but it wasn’t too weird. Some people went more than one round. That was fine. She could handle it, and even if this was the biggest dick she’d ever personally taken, she could do it easily. It was nothing for someone of her experience and talent. “Well, I suppose it’s time for the main event, hm?”
“I -” Acheron started to say, but Black Swan wanted to remain in control. Smirking, she slid up and pressed her finger against the boss’s lips, effectively shushing her.
“Shhhhh,” she purred. “Just sit back, relax, and let me do all the work…”
She rose and sensually stripped off her underwear. It was a bit of a struggle with her garter belt on, but she’d done this enough times to know where to unhook, what to snap, and where to pull. She dragged her sinful lingerie right off, stripping her lower body bare. Now, she was just in her stockings and her garters. Still, she remained comfortable and confident as she effortlessly slid into Acheron’s lap.
She sat on her thighs, one leg over each of the powerful muscles. She grabbed the huge dick in her hand and felt it throb. She was very surprised by just how virile it was, and clearly, those balls were very backed up indeed, but she wasn’t scared by it. She continued to remain totally confident as she slapped the dick against her pelvis, letting the purple lipstick-marked cock line up with her navel.
“You’re going to reach so deeply,” Black Swan husked. “This is going to be very fun, darling.”
“...You’re irrationally gorgeous,” Acheron told her huskily. The words made Black Swan laugh.
“I’m very glad you think so,” Black Swan laughed. She slid herself up the huge dick and slowly, carefully, aligned herself with the frankly ludicrous length. The bare head nuzzled at her flushed folds, pressing across the tender pinkness. Though she wasn’t exactly dripping, she was modestly wet for it - she did have to say that the entire situation was rather thrilling for what it was. “Mhm, I’ve never had something this big inside of me.”
She rolled her hips against the cock’s head. She did not penetrate herself, not yet. She rubbed, and she teased, and she eased herself around, just gently grinding. There was a promise of penetration, but no action. Not yet.
Acheron fidgeted and let out a hot breath. “Black Swan…”
Black Swan smiled. “Shhhh, I’ve got you.”
With a hint of frustration, Acheron almost seemed to buck her hips up. Maybe, it would have been enough to penetrate, but it did not get that far. Black Swan lifted up too fast for it. She slid herself around, stopping the dick from pushing inside; she was teasing while rolling her hips around, almost twerking against the big dick. She could feel Acheron’s frustration rise a bit more, but she did not do anything about it.
Black Swan smiled playfully. “You know, most clients have to put on a condom before they fuck me.”
“What’s that?” Acheron asked blankly.
Black Swan laughed. She was sure that Acheron was joking - surely she knew what condoms were? It would be impossible not to know that. She assumed it was a joke, and she slowly pushed down against the cock’s bulbous head - before lifting away again.
“You’re very lucky,” Black Swan continued to joke around, “That you get to do it raw. That’s what my best clients get.”
“Client…?” Acheron sounded even more confused now. It didn't matter much, not with Black Swan rolling her waist around, teasing out the huge, thick dick that much more. Again, Acheron tried to push up, and again, the sexy stripper just barely avoided it. “Ah… Black Swan…”
Begging? Cute. Black Swan smiled. “Say please.”
Acheron’s eyes fogged over for a moment. She clenched her jaw, then unclenched it, and huffed, “Please, Black Swan.”
Black Swan grinned. She couldn’t help herself; she loved these sorts of moments of control. “Mhm… then in you go.”
Her voice was musical and confident. She was not afraid. She expressed nothing of fear as she hovered over the biggest dick she’d ever personally taken and aligned it with her ready, willing folds. She smirked down at the sexy Yakuza boss as she slowly began to push down. Slowly, but not from nervousness; it was a deliberate choice to make the moment hotter.
Black Swan was not afraid to take this dick. It was huge, yes, but she was experienced, and she frankly loved her job. She liked having sex. It was fun. It felt good, it made her feel hot, and it earned her money - and this was a cash cow, she was sure. She pushed down with determination because of that, and only for that.
She sent the cock sliding into her core, now. The fat shaft of meat was a veritable spear, and it was perfectly designed for forcing itself into girls and stretching them out. It was almost too easy to guide that lipstick-stained, saliva-drenched shaft into her snatch, which was just wet enough for this - both of them just about compatible. Her folds spread around the tip, and then her tunnel pressed down with a squish of passion.
“Such a big girl,” Black Swan cooed sensually. She smirked and held the dick in her one elegant hand while the other grabbed onto Acheron’s titty and used it as a handlebar - for the fun of it, really. “Oh, I like that.”
She dropped down more and more, steadily impaling herself on the huge, turgid girth. It really was massive, and she was almost shocked by it. The way that it was now starting to dig into the pinkness of her tunnel, how it was spreading them out around it, was something to behold. The twitching head of the cock led the way, breaching her core, and allowing achingly thick dick to push past her.
As she moaned, Acheron hummed.
“You’re so tight,” the boss husked. Her hands awkwardly rose and shifted across Black Swan’s stockings, gently kneading the thigh-highs. “Oh, you’re squeezing me. It’s great. It’s really great.”
Black Swan smiled and rolled her hips down. More and more fit into her at that nice, easy pace, with achingly thick dickmeat squishing and squelching against the tight, wet folds of her cunt. Her walls stretched around it comfortable; more than she was used to for sure, and she found that pleasant. Even if her insides could swell in accommodation, the feeling of it was rather remarkable. She’d never really been that stretched before, and she found herself enjoying it a lot.
“Oh, I’ve never had something so nice and big inside of me before,” Black Swan purred eagerly. She dropped down more and more, her wide hips falling into Acheron’s lap. The petals of her core squished and stretched about the thickness, taking more inside by the moment. “I really like that, Miss Acheron.”
Her lilting voice made Acheron groan. The boss’s hands fidgeted across her thighs, tracing the edge of her thick elastic banding before moving along her garters. She bit her lip and breathed harder as she experienced more of Black Swan’s perfect tightness. The snug seal of her cunt rolled around her shaft, drawing it in deeper - suckling it up like an eager mouth, horny for this sloppiness.
Black Swan smiled and moaned sensually, even if it was a bit exaggerated; a loud noise, one to inspire and evoke emotions more than anything else. The meaty inches of cockmeat were stretching at her cunt so much more powerfully the deeper that she went, and she really did enjoy that. She liked having that huge dick just dragging at her sensitive folds, making her feel so nice and full.
“Oh, baby,” Black Swan cooed. She dropped down happily and hungrily, enjoying herself a bit too much. “You feel so good inside of me, I love that."
Acheron let out a hungry breath. Her hands stroked Black Swan’s waist, petting and caressing her wide hips - but not doing much more. She didn’t yank her down, though she could have. She just felt her up as the slutty stripper dropped down into her lap, taking more and more of that ludicrously massive dick by the seconds. Her hot folds stretched around it, taking as much inside as they could; the girth truly stuffing her walls up more than she could have ever anticipated.
It was so, so nice. She pressed down, all the way down, her folds moulding to the shape of it. The engorged girth was splitting her open, and she found it delicious. She bit her lip and smiled as she fitted as much as she could into the wet heat of her cunt; she was suddenly grateful that she slobbered over half of it, because if not, the lipstick-lined dick would have been a lot harder to take. For now, it was just right.
“You feel so good around me,” Acheron said in a hot, heavy breath of desire. She looked mesmerized, and it was exciting. “I’ve never had something so… perfect.”
Black Swan preened. She smirked and licked her lips, then leaned forward; her breasts wobbled attractively as she shimmied her shoulders. One hand on Acheron’s chest, and the other one now left the swell of her dick to instead cup her firm abs. They were like steel under Swan’s touch. She liked that a lot. So firm, so tense, so satisfying to caress; it made her shiver.
She was almost all the way down in Acheron’s lap now. Her pussy was engorged around the thickness, her walls stuffed to their very brim. She honestly was not sure if she’d ever been more full than that exact moment. The feeling of that thickness lodged within her, the way that the uncompromising girth stretched her out, was wonderful. Her tight cunt was packed full, and she really did love the feeling.
She dropped the last little bit down. Her thighs thumped against Acheron’s thighs, and then her fat ass followed and smacked down too. She settled there on the entire dick and felt her breath hike. She was not used to that sensation at all; it was so, so rare that she had something stabbing into her deepest spots. It was almost rubbing against her womb. It was an insane feeling, and it had her mewling.
“Oh, so big,” she cooed happily. She bit her lip and smiled; her eyes smouldered with hunger and with warmth. “I’m going to love riding you, darling.”
She rolled her hips forward and earned a moan from Acheron’s lips. The Yakuza boss seemed enthralled by the feeling of tight, perfect pussy around her dick. She clearly had never experienced something so top of the line before; perhaps, she was mesmerized by Black Swan’s luxury tightness. It only reinforced the idea in her head that this woman had never really had a good fuck before, and certainly, no one could handle her size.
“You take it so well,” Acheron breathed. “I’m impressed. Most people don’t.”
That confirmed it, and it made Black Swan grin. “I’m not most. So sit back, relax, and let me handle all of you.”
She rolled her hips. She sent them swinging, almost dancing in Acheron’s lap. She rolled herself left, then right, and then swept forward. She twerked against the thickness, and that sent her walls fluttering across the broad, powerful girth. The squish of her insides was distinctly pleasant, and she liked how the cock was still stretching her out. It was so, so arousing, and it made her purr out a horny breath of desire.
“I love how you fit in me,” Black Swan cooed. She sighed happily and rolled her hips forward, just grinding. She rolled and stoked the furnace of her core against the thick dick, almost stretching herself out for it. Her narrow tunnel flexed and contracted as it adjusted to the thickness, and her skilled hips twerked around with as much finesse as her lapdancing.
This is a lapdance, she mused.
“Your hips are incredible,” Acheron complimented. She squeezed them in her grip, then looked on with hunger. “The way you move…”
She started to pull at Black Swan’s hips, using her strength to drag on her sexy body. Only, Swan wasn’t going to let that happen. She misled and pushed down hard, grinding the entire shaft into her snatch; she then grabbed Acheron’s wrists and yanked on them with her thin arms. Thankfully, it wasn’t too hard to peel the woman’s grip off her, and she enjoyed the act of pinning those hands against the back of the couch way too much.
“Mhm-mhm,” Black Swan purred. “No touching.”
“Eh?” Acheron asked with a voice of confusion. “But earlier -”
“Just enjoy the dance,” Black Swan cooed. She winked salaciously and held Acheron’s wrists down. Her breasts hovered right in front of her face, and that seemed to distract the studly woman a great deal. Acheron clearly wasn’t used to this sort of thing, and that was how Black Swan enjoyed things to be. She liked having the advantage in a dance, enjoyed the act of being the leading individual, even when her partner thought otherwise.
And so Black Swan rolled. She brought herself up and around, twisting her wide hips as if they were a rocking horse. Backward and forward, grinding thick, vascular cockmeat across her tight walls. She purred as she did so, enjoying every single spongy flex and quiver. It made her grin and purr, and those sensual noises washed out and mingled with the low, thrumming music.
She was teasing Acheron, and she took pleasure in the way that her pupils dilated and her breath came out in a husky huff. Black Swan found this fun. Smirking, she started to finally pull herself up, finally drawing across the big dick. She was bucking her way across its huge, dense length, and felt the vascular thickness grind across tight tunnel walls that still yet had to stretch out around it.
“...Damn,” Acheron said in a low voice. “You’re so… you feel incredible.”
“I know,” Black Swan said with a measure of brimming confidence that was sure to take breath away. Because, truly, that was what she was: confidant. She expressed nothing but self-assurance in her actions and her words, and that was the essence of her style. She was never hesitant, and certainly not when she was able to bounce her hips right up that huge dick.
She liked it, too. She enjoyed how it felt to have that big dick grinding against her tight walls, and she enjoyed the sensation of vascular meat sliding and stretching. It was just nice. She was having a heck of a lot of fun with a cock of this size, something this damned impressive. She smirked and mewled as she rolled herself around the head, her hips twerking with effortlessness.
“So big,” she cooed in praise. “I like that, baby.”
She was all seduction as she dropped down onto the thickness. She took it back inside with an effortless descent, her snatch sucking up a swathe of cockmeat. It was huge, it was big, and it was perfectly form-fitting. It easily stretched her out on that next sloppy drop, with folds eagerly taking the fat girth inside. Folds swelled, widened, and accepted, Acheron’s cock right down, and hugged it in a way that had the boss groaning.
“I haven’t had someone take it like that in a while,” Acheron told her. She fidgeted with her hands, as if to fight off Black Swan’s touch. The stripper kept her grip tighter in accommodation, trying to make sure she remained in charge. “That’s great. It’s excellent.”
Black Swan smiled and teased. She rolled forward, her shoulders shimmying, her tits wobbling in front of the stud’s face. Her hips danced against her cock as she forced it all the way down, and now had the bulbous head dragging across her sensitive spots. Everything felt just right, as if this big dick had been built to stretch out her cunt and hers alone; just perfect, frankly.
“I haven’t had anyone fill me up this nicely, either,” Black Swan purred as she bucked and bounced along that huge dick. “Mhm, I might get addicted to it.”
Acheron’s pupils dilated. She seemed to enjoy the words, and Black Swan smirked accordingly. She fluttered her lashes and leaned in even more, her forehead almost rubbing Acheron’s - but not touching. Her breath washed over Acheron’s mouth, their lips only an inch apart - not even kissing. Black Swan was all smiles and teasing glances as she held the boss’s hands against the couch and rode, twerking on her like a cowgirl.
“Such a big cock,” Black Swan purred salaciously, “I love it…”
Acheron seemed to grunt. Her waist pushed hungrily, but she got no advantage - she couldn’t do anything but accept Black Swan’s pace. It was neither fast nor slow; it was firm and measured, allowing her hips to roll around in a smooth, stroking gyration. Her cunt dragged across the big dick, her folds sliding and squelching, insides hugging it and almost making out with the turgid girth.
It was beautifully hot. Black Swan couldn’t hide the scintillating thrill that came with bucking across a big dick. It was just fun. It wasn’t boring like something particularly small or an average experience like the most common sizes she dealt with; there was stretching and grinding and rubbing every inch of the way, and she found it exciting.
She purred lustfully as she bucked her waist up and around, rising to the tip, then dropping down to the base. She impaled herself on the hardness while sliding deep into Acheron’s lap. Her plush thighs surrounded her legs and her fat ass thumped against her knees, to her pleasure. Her fingers curled across their handholds, holding wrists down while passionately riding.
Acheron tried to move her hands again, only for Black Swan to push back against her and purr, “No, no, no touching…”
“I thought you said I could?” Acheron almost growled, seemingly frustrated.
“Relax,” Black Swan husked, “And let me take you away, ok? Take you away into a sweet dream…”
Acheron didn’t seem happy. She seemed frustrated. Black Swan found it hot. She smirked and brought her one hand down, letting go of Acheron’s left wrist, only to grab her chin. She planted her finger on the boss’s lower lip, and enjoyed the way that her eyes were almost dilated. She looked hungry and starved, but also awed and content. It was a great look for a beautiful woman, and Black Swan began to ride the high of being in the lead.
“See? It’s like a dance,” Black Swan moaned sensually, “so just let me lead.”
Black Swan had done this a lot, and it was always so satisfying for her. She smirked and purred as she brought herself around in eager, humping strokes, her snatch grinding and riding the big dick. She rose and fell in torrid arcs, with her cunt engulfing the broad shaft again and again. Inner walls bulged and flexed and hugged it, taking everything and more.
She was in her element, and she was riding the enthusiastic moment. Her pace alternated between fast and then steady, slow and measured or eager clubroom bouncing. Her fat ass rose and fell and slapped down on the deepest descents, then twerked around with rolls of her hips. Her thighs flexed as she danced across the huge dick, and felt it throb against the plush lining of her pussy.
“Black Swan…” Acheron rumbled throatily, her eyes bright and hungry - but also filled with strain. She was getting close. Smirking, Black Swan rode and excelled. She stroked her lower lip and pressed her thumb down against the woman’s lower lip, applying dominating pressure. Her body kept on riding, kept on bucking, soaring on that delicious, delightful high - and she felt good.
She felt very good. Her body was buzzing with heat as she bucked and dropped and thrust, taking the cock into herself again and again. Insides were rippling now, they were clenching, and the joy was rising. Black Swan was really liking it. She was moaning so honestly now, so purely, her breath coming out in enthusiastic yelps as she took ten inches of rock-hard dick inside.
“Oh, baby, you’re making me feel so good,” Black Swan moaned as she dropped her wide hips down. Her thighs flexed as her ass slapped against Acheron’s lap, and then she was grinding, just sliding, her pace slowing into mesmerizing gyrations. “I’m gonna cum for you, mhm…!”
She mewled and moaned. Acheron panted and grunted. She seemed to be in strain, her hips valiantly pushing up from below - almost bouncing Black Swan. That, too, was horribly exciting. Acheron seemed desperate for more, more friction, more action, something - anything - but she was starting to throb, too. She wasn’t going to ride it out forever, certainly.
Black Swan wasn’t. She was bucking down, almost throwing herself onto the thickness, and enjoyed every last second of it. Her cunt wriggled with enjoyment as a climax began to sweep over her, and she eagerly embraced it. Certainly, it was not the most intense one that she’d ever felt, but just being able to cum around a nice, big dick, one that reached such satisfying depths, was great.
When it came, when it swept over her, she moaned happily, lips curling and fingers scratching. She mewled readily as her cunt began to tighten and ripple, squeezing the huge dick with satisfying intensity. Her juices came churning out in thick bubbles, surrounding and embracing Acheron’s dick. Tingles burned through the lusty stripper, and she loved how it all felt.
“Oh, oh, baby, that’s so good,” Black Swan breathed happily. “Oh, I loved that!”
She was still grinding, still bucking, her waist still pulling while her snatch milked the big dick. The cock was throbbing harder than ever now, very clearly on the cusp of release. Black Swan realized that distinctly, and she saw it passing across Acheron’s face. She could not last, and Swan took it right to the edge -
-Before bouncing her way off the dick entirely. Her wet cunt escaped it with a churning squelch of passion, stopping Acheron from blowing a raw load into her. Frankly, Black Swan didn’t take raw loads like this, it was a bit too risky for her. But, riding that edge, keeping people at their limit before pulling away, was something she’d always found very satisfying.
She popped off, and Acheron snarled with annoyance- and also pleasure, because she didn’t hold out. Her dick throbbed and exploded powerfully, sending out thick gouts of cum across Black Swan’s flat belly. White semen stitched over her taut skin, across her navel, and over her garters. Her skin was painted in white lines that were almost glue-like in appearance, and seemed as syrupy-thick as it had in her throat.
“Mhmmm,” Black Swan cooed. Now she had her hands around the dick and milked it within the cage of her smooth, lusty palms. “That’s it, let it all out for me…”
Acheron shivered and winced as the handjob milked her dry. It was a mesmerizing thing for her to look at. There was so much cum that it was pretty crazy, and the way the dick throbbed was even more mesmerizing. It was so big that every twitch was perfectly palpable, and the clenching of balls seemed almost desperate. How there was still so much, she did not know. She appreciated it, though.
“Oh, so much,” Black Swan teased. “You really let it all out, darling.”
Acheron panted. Her chest was heaving within her fairly skimpy top, offering satisfying jiggles. “You pulled off. Why did you pull off?”
“Mhmmm, I can’t let just any client cum in me like that,” Black Swan said playfully. “Maybe for the right price…”
Acheron stared at her and panted. Black Swan let go of her cock and winked playfully. She enjoyed this part; she’d won, because she was now the center of Acheron’s world. The Yakuza woman was sure to be thinking about her for a long time to come. A good tip was sure to be in her future, too. As she brought her fingers up to her mouth to lick them clean of cum, she mused on how fun this had been and how much easier it was than Jade had -
Hands slapped against her fat ass. The impacts were so powerful and so instantly eye-watering that Black Swan could only yelp. Hands dug down into the soft flesh of her backside and stabbed fingers down so hard that the skin bulged, causing her to quiver. Black Swan felt a strange feeling of surprise run along her spine. She looked down to see those strong arms reaching around her to hold up her ass, and she -
“You’re a real tease,” Acheron murmured deeply, her voice having dropped what seemed like a full-damned-octave. “I like that. It’s hot.”
Black Swan looked at the boss’s face, which was far, far more wild than it had been moments ago. At the start of the cowgirl, Acheron had seemed confused and pliant, receptive to Black Swan’s advances, even if a bit frustrated. Now, though, she wore a look so hungry and so concentrated that it would have made a starving wolf submit. Her eyes were darker, her skin almost looked paler - she just seemed like something demonic was crawling under her skin.
For a moment, Black Swan was reminded of a movie she’d once watched - and she had the awful reminiscence that she had awoken a slumbering beast.
“A-ah… Acheron… Miss…” Black Swan stammered playfully, her breath hitching in her throat. Her eyes glanced down, and she saw that the lipstick-lined, juice-glazed, cum-dripping rod was still fully hard. It wasn’t even a little bit soft. “Oh…”
“That was a really fun warmup,” Acheron told the woman. “But now, it’s my turn.”
Apparently, Black Swan had not been as in charge as she thought, and somehow, in some way, she’d flipped a switch in Acheron’s mind. Whatever she’d thought, whatever initiative she had imagined herself to have, all she had done was rile the boss up just enough for this.
‘This’ happened to be Acheron suddenly and powerfully standing up.
With Black Swan still in her grip.
She lifted her up as if it was nothing. Black Swan yelped and lashed out with her hands to grab hold of Acheron’s shoulders before she fell over, but the boss’s strength was immense. She made it seem effortless when she hefted Swan up. It was as if it took nothing at all to achieve. Her weight, her curves, just toys within Acheron’s powerful embrace.
Hefted up, Black Swan struggled to hold on. She let out a breathless noise as she gazed down at the hung stud and realized that she had zero intention of putting her down. When she dragged the expensive stripper forward, it was clear that she was going to hold her up into her arms and just fuck her.
When her body was aligned, when that big cock scraped against her squishy slit and rolled into alignment with an effortless twist of Acheron’s abs, Black Swan felt a note of uncertainty fill her. It was a mixture of just normal shock, because really, what normal person went three rounds in a row? Who did so when they were also built like a brick house?
Okay, maaaaybe this is a bit more than I was thinking, Black Swan yelped in her head. You’re the lead, you’re the leading dance partner -
“Wait a sec –“ Black Swan half-laughed, half-moaned, because she was starting to realize that maybe, Acheron wasn’t quite so easy a target as she might have imagined. That, maybe, Acheron was a bit more sex-hungry and powerful than she had been anticipating, and Swan needed a second to regain her control and master –
Only, shedidn’t get that time. Not as Acheron abruptly swung her around and impaled her onto the thick, dense meat of her girth. There was really nothing more to it than that. A sudden, bodily yank, and a downward drop that saw inches and inches of that rugged pillar hammering right back into the soft heat of her tight, clenching twat. Cunt walls were impaled roughly, with far more force than she’d felt before.
But of course, she had been in charge before. This time, she was not. This time, she was at Acheron’s mercy, and the Yakuza boss did not seem very merciful at all. She had effortlessly carried Black Swan’s tall, voluptuous weight in her grip, and held her up in the air like a toy. Now, she had dragged her down onto her colossal slab of cockmeat and impaled her with the same level of fervency and force.
Now, Black Swan was squealing out a truly sinful noise of pleasure and confusion as the huge dick was rammed into her gushing cunt far faster and far harder than she’d imagined. There was a slight back to Acherono’s waist, but for the most part, she'd simply – and effortlessly- used her hands to carry her up and down like a toy.
Her weight meant nothing as she was slammed down into her standing lap. Her fat ass clapped against fit skin in a second, and her luscious thighs wobbled around and teetered. Her legs had nothing to do, and they spasmed and curled pitifully about the boss’s flexing waistline. It was the least she could manage to try and hold on, because she realized, now, that she was in a situation she hadn’t planned for.
With Acheron’s hands on her ass and nothing else, she was at a very real risk of falling over if she didn’t secure herself. Her hands scrambled at those steely shoulders, and she felt the uncompromising muscle flex beneath her fingertips. The woman was so, so strong. It all seemed so effortless that it was dizzying, and being stabbed full of that much dick was intense. Her folds loved it, yes, but her insides ached with the weight of it all.
“Oh, s-shit!” She swore out. She wasn’t used to cursing. It was not really her style. But, at that moment, she had nothing else to do. The sound ripped for her lips in a torrid heap as all that dick pummeled her full, making her feel almost bloated. She grabbed onto the studly woman and held her as best as she could, seeking purchase – all while Acheron flexed her remarkable strength.
“I love how you feel around me," Acheorn said, her voice thicker, more growly, like some sort of wild animal. The look in her eyes was nothing short of starving, like a wolf that hadn’t eaten all season. Heck, were her eyes red now? Had they always been red? What was even going on? “You’re so tight, it’s perfect. My cock feels like it’s melting.”
It was so silly. It was dumb. It was hot. The starved voice, combined with the way that Acheron rolled her hip around in a strong, muscular gyration, was way too appealing. Black Swan knew, though, that something had changed, and all initiative had been lost – and instead of being tired, the boss was now showing her true, game-winning hand.
Perhaps aptly, hands squeezed at her ass and prompted it to move. The squishing, squeezing fingers pulled her up, dragging her inches and inches off the dick – manhandling her weight as if it was nothing. Her pussy squelched about the thickness as it was extracted, with sloppy, squelching folds barely able to hold fast. They offered no defense, not as Acheron exerted herself.
And there was no defence to be had as the shockingly powerful woman bounced her in her grip, she carried Swan right up into the air, pulling her halfway along her fat dick. She responded by trying to wrap her leg around Acheron's waist and holding onto her shoulders, but there was very little she could do in the heat of things – nothing, really, except to try and hold on.
“Shit!” Black Swan squealed as the dick was suddenly and effortlessly rammed into her soft cunt. The thickness pierced her open like a damned spear, pummeling tight walls aside in a single second of over-energetic motion. It pumped across slick, tense walls, and hammered into her deepest spots in an instant. It was so fast that it was almost blinding, all because of the drop of her body.
Acheron carried her down like a damned toy. A boy pillow – veritably, that was what she was in those moments. Her busy weight was forced on the huge shaft, and her skin clapped as it made contact with Acheron’s muscled firmness. The stud buried herself in balls deep, and the cock scraped against spots so precarious that it was dizzying. It felt like it was kissing her womb, and that scintillating contact made her breath wheeze and her fingers curl.
“You’re so deep!” Black Swan cried out a second later. Her head hung back as the intensity washed over her, making eyes water. “Oh my gosh, a-ah, Acheron, y-you’re o – ah- strong!”
She wasn’t actually sure what to say in this sort of situation. She wanted to flaunt herself, wanted to express her confidence and her charisma as she always did. But, in this situation, she found that very precarious, indeed. She had thought she was in charge and had one over the boss, only to be picked up and hammered full of cock like it was nothing. Acheerno continued to stare at her as if she were the main course at a banquet hall, and Black Swan was starting to dread it.
“Of course I’m strong,” the boss rumbled huskily. She dipped her head forward and pressed her mouth against Black Swan's reeling neck, caressing the too-soft skin. “How else am I supposed to bounce my whores around?”
Oh, fuck, Black Swan whimpered. The words were degrading, but somehow also hot. The way that the boss just said them as if that was normal, as if that was an everyday thing to say, excited her. The thrill she felt when those lips started to kiss her neck was brilliant, and then that turned into a note of fear when the sharp edges of teeth raked against the sensitive softness.
Her body wriggled as Scheornee yanked her upright, again bouncing her with no apparent difficulty. Weight? Curves did not matter. The boss simply hefted, and she was dragged around like a toy in her embrace. The soft walls of her cunt mercilessly roiled against the thickness, barely able to put up a fight. She was just there to please the achingly hard shaft, which had not diminished even after two amazing loads.
It simply throbbed against her tightness and sought out more. The boss bucked her waist when she yanked Black Swan down again, and pummeled her so full of dick that she swore she was going to burst. She gasped out a happy, lurid breath, however, because it felt way better than she would have ever expected it to. Yes, she was being fucked rather roughly, and yes, this wasn’t what she expected, but it was unexpectedly hot.
“Oh, ah, Acheron!” She groaned in a yelping voice of stress. “Oh, baby, that’s so – that’s so deep, you’re so strong, ah –“
Acheron rumbled out a hot noise. She kissed along Black Swan’s neck, then moved over to her shoulder – and she bit down on it, using the sharp edge of her teeth to leave a mark. Black Swan yelled in total surprise over the animalistic action, not sure at all of what to make of it. Was it hot? Probably, but her boy didn’t know how to respond.
She did heat up, though, as she was pounded down against her lap, and then felt those hips push forward. cockmeat dragged across her tight walls in a delicious arc, making her feel totally overstimulated. She whimpered and flexed her fingers against steely back muscles, with the right hand caressing pale hardness and the left one clawing at an inked dragon.
Acheorn yanked on her again and bounced here as if it was nothing. No, not ‘as if ‘- it was nothing. It was absolutely nothing for the boss to bounce her in her grip like a fuckdoll, nothing for her to squeeze the handholds of her ass and carry her around. She was dragged up, then bounced down, fucked onto the turgid slab of dick with another loud thwap.
“Oh, y-y-y-es, ah!” Black Swan cried out. “Y-you’re really – oh my gosh, how are you so damned deep!?”
She whimpered as the huge dick burrowed its way down to the depths of her core, making her feel lightheaded. It hit spots that no dick had ever touched, and that left her eye rolling and wincing. She gurgled out a sloppy breath of pleasure as fire flared across her spine, making her finger curl and claw into the woman's backside. Acheron did not slow, and kept at her ravenous movements.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Black Swan moaned. Her head lolled back, as did her torso; the strain made her spasm instinctively. Her fat titties wobbled up proudly, the flesh jiggling with each thrust and bounce – they couldn’t help themselves, they had to move as she was carry-fucked.
Achero seemed delighted. She peppered kisses across Black Swan’s collarbones, her lip leaving possessive red hickeys wherever she went. She did not hesitate to suckle way too hard, nor to use her teeth to nip. Black Swan could amos have mistaken Acheron for a vampire, such was the intensity of her movements.
“You taste so good,’ Acheron told her, which did not help the allegation at all. Still, this woman was not sucking blood – she was just slurping on her sweat-beaded skin. shedrew down over a fat, fluffy titty, and nuzzled into the bouncing mound of perfection. She eagerly wrapped her mouth around a turgid nipple and clamped down hard, like a hungry child might.
Not that Black Swan would know- she never let a client do her raw and cum inside, and she'd never risk pregnancy. Only, right now, she wasn't sure that any of it mattered, not with Acerhon bouncing her effortlessly. Up and down, again and again, carrying her along however she wanted – using her as a toy to get off, while slurping on one of her tits like a starving animal.
Not just suckling – nipping and biting. She slurped on one pink nipple with passion, her cheek almost hollowing out as if she was trying to drink down milk. The next moment, she used the sharp edge of her teeth to nibble. Not too hard, definitely not soft, and it caused Black Swan to cry out. Next, the purple-haired Yakuza boss slurped up a swathe of tittymeat and bit harder, enough to leave marks.
“Oh, shit!” Black Swan swore again, her eyes winking and watering. “That’s so – you’re so !”
She didn't even know what to say. She simply whined, wheezed, and cried out as she was banged within the cage of the woman’s arms. She tightened up around her, arms curling and scratching the skin, her legs locked around her waist – holding on for dear life like a koala. She felt fire flare across her nerve endings, turning her into a sizzling, electric mess. Their folds were quivering, juices were spurting, and she knew that it was overwhelming her.
She’d just never been in this position in her life. To be in total control, and then have it stolen away in an instant. To be effortlessly bouncing around in someone’s arms, with a rock bashing against her damned cervix. While her finger clawed at steely muscles, a mouth lapped and suckled on her tits in a way that left them feeling awfully sore. Heck, Acheron nuzzled down so far that it looked almost cute, what with all that pillowy flesh spilling around her face – yet as she pulled back, she left an areola that was surrounded in a vague bite mark.
Sinful, and so hot. Black Swan just did not know how to process this frankly crazy situation, and her body was enjoying it way too much to keep up. When she began to tighten up with pleasure, she didn’t even think about it. As an orgasm welled up, she didn’t even hesitate – she embraced it. She let it sweep over her like a wildfire, simply deciding that feeling good was more worth it than her assumed authority.
“C-cumming!” She yelped, even though she never thought she’d say those sorts of words in person before. This wasn't porn, after all, it was real life. Yet, real life dictated that this unconscionable stud fucked her silly in her air, and so that was what happened. She simply arched her spine as a flush of pleasure ran through her, far more potently than it had before.
It was a violent buzz that made her head whip back, hair trailing down her back, and cry louder than the music. Her entire body paced deliciously, every nerve ending alight with pleasure, as she got off nice and hard around that big dick. A good, satisfying orgasm, the kind that left her head feeling white-hot and had her toes curling as badly as her sharp fingernails – just a beautiful, pleasurable moment, the kind that a girl dreamed of in bed but rarely got to feel.
And as she rode out that glorious high, Acheron kept on bouncing her. Up, and down. again, and again. Fucking into her tight, spasing oree, ramming her big dick past churning juice and battering away at her walls. In and out at that rough, sawing, and possessive beat, claiming her like a bitch in heat – little more than a toy for her immense sexual desires.
Acheron grunted. She bit down around a soft portion of tittymeat, leaving marks behind. Her fingers dug into the squishy flesh of her ass and mauled it out of shape while perpetually bouncing her weight up and down, all with effortless flexes of her arm muscles. It was all pretty wild and crazy, and Black Swan could only ride out the confusing peak she had been handed on a silver platter.
“Oh – oh – oh – “ She whimpered like a fool, her eyes wincing and watering up. She felt like she was being taken for a ride, which was not at all what she was used to. Still, she tried to keep something steady, and not lose herself to whatever-the-heck was going on. “Acheron – ah – Acheron –“
Acheron grunted. She squeezed her ass and yanked her down harder, her dick throbbing that much more violently. She was going to cum. She was right on that messy cusp. She wasn’t even trying to pull out or pull Black Swan off, either. She was going right for it, and Black Swan realized it with distinct clarity.
“W-w-w-ait- “ Black Swan heaved, “Ah – oh – you’re - !”
She felt way too hot and warm to properly muster up a repose. Maybe she should have said something more to stop Acheron from cumming inside, but between clawing at her back and struggling not to fall over, she was incapable of doing so. Instead, she continued to clung to the hung stud as her throbbing shaft rammed away inside, fucking her until it could not hold out any more.
When that came, it did so in a violent torrent. It had felt huge in her mouth, but that was far different than taking the stuff inside. Having a hot load of gooey baby-batter crashing into the unprotected tunnel of her cunt was far and away more intense than swallowing it down her throat, that was for damned sure.
It hit her like a firehose, like a damned geyser, a torrent of seed that was uncompromisingly thick and intoxicatingly gooey. It drenched her in seconds, pummeling her absolutely full of sticky semen. It gushed around the fertile contours of a cunt that was really not supposed to be taking unprotected loads in the first place, and thus, was entirely vulnerable to the feeling of sloshing cum in her womb.
“Shit!” Black Swan yelled and tossed her head back. She spasmed in Acheonr’s arms as the brand-new sensations swept over her like a wildfire. Nerve endings were sizzling again, and the prickling feeling made her extremities feel numb. This was a lot, it was way too much, and she really wasn’t used to it at all. She never let anyone cum in her raw like this, and now? Now, she was getting her womb hosed down by thick cum.
Insanity. Beautiful insanity. Black Swan quivered in Acheron’s arms and whined as she was held down to the hilt. Acheorn grunted against her, indulging in her reckless passions whilst still slurping away on a fat, fluffy titty – as if she was enthralled by having a nipple against her tongue. It was as hot as it was comical, and Black Swan truly did not know what to make of it – any of it.
“Oh, oh, oh,’ she kept on panting, her eyes positively glazed over. “Okay, okay, ah, I feel so full, y-you – you really f-filled me up, ah, d-darling, that was…something else…”
She panted. She just needed a moment to breathe, frankly. She was winded, and she hadn’t even been the one doing anything. She had just been carry-fucked and stuffed with so much cum that it was insane, and now she felt sore as all hell. Her tits had a few bite marks on them, too, which was comically lewd.
But at least she was still coherent, and even if breathless, she wasn’t some mind-numbed whore like Jade suggested. Acheron was a beast in bed, but at least she was survivable. Black Swan couldn’t look forward to her as a steady cash cow - she’d never walk again if that was the case - but once and a while, she could maybe manage.
“That was… that was incredible, baby,” she panted hard, her breath coming in chest-jiggling inhales. “You fuck like a beast. I’ve never had anyone who could go three rounds before. Oh, wow… Ah…”
Acheron pulled back and reared her head around. She suddenly slammed their lips together, causing Black Swan to mewl. It was not gentle at all. It was very, very rough, with gnawing teeth and nipping lips. Black Swan whimpered as Acheron suckled on her lower lip hard enough to bruise, then bit it hard enough to leave marks. The way that her tongue plunged down was no more gentle, and the stripper had never felt her mouth go numb before.
But now, it did. It felt blissfully numb as the woman dragged her tongue around in a fierce, ferocious arc, plumbing the depths of her without a care. She shoved the muscle down and wrapped circles around Swan’s own - or so it felt - and whined breathlessly. Her entire body felt weak and sloppy, whereas Acheron remained a pillar of firmness.
There was something poetic there. Black Swan did not have the spare mental capacity to figure out what, however.
She groaned into the kiss, saliva slurping, as Acheron swung their bodies around. She effortlessly pivoted on her heel and turned back toward the couch, where she unceremoniously dropped Black Swan down. Now pinned on her back, the stripper was aware of two distinct facts: one, Acheron was such a fierce kisser that it made her lips feel numb, and two, that her dick was still very much stiff within her cunt. As their bodies moved, she felt the big dick grinding and shoving against her walls in ways that made her whimper. She was way too sensitive for this, but Acheron wasn’t letting up. She hadn’t gotten soft yet at all, and they'd just passed her third load.
Wait, she’s not normal at all! Black Swan realized. She was not sure if she should be awed or incredulous or what. Maybe, she even started to think, Jade had been telling the truth.
Oh no.
Acheron broke the kiss with a wet slurp. She seemed to be drinking up Black Swan’s saliva, and that was equal parts dirty and exciting. It was so feral, so animalistic, that it delighted some primal part of her body. She still found herself breathless as she looked at the sexy, tattooed woman pinning her down to the wide couch. Her pupils were blown wide as she stared at all that lean, tight-packed muscle, and realized she was not in control whatsoever anymore.
“A-Acheron…” Black Swan groaned. “How the hell are you still hard?!"
Acheron rumbled out a throaty noise. “It usually takes me five or six rounds to start getting soft.”
“What the fuck?” Black Swan spat incredulously, her voice halfway between a moan of resignation and a laughter of pure awe.
Acheron looked down at her appraisingly and said, “I have to admit, you feel better than most girls… and you’re unreasonably sexy.”
Acheron moved boldly and powerfully, as if she owned Black Swan. She grabbed her legs and wrenched them aside, then yanked them up into the air with effortless ease. She pushed them so far back that any person half as flexible as her would have been in serious pain. But, because she was that flexible, her feet slammed against the back of the couch, high above her head, thighs extended like pillows.
“Oh!” Black Swan yelped with a saliva-choked gurgle. She was still way too breathless for this, but Acheron didn’t care. She used both of her hands to pin her body down practically in half, with knees knocking against slim shoulders and ankles pressed into soft, velvet fabric. Her mostly-naked and thicc body was pinned in half, folded like a pretzel, while Acheron remained totally in control.
The studly woman held her down by the ankles using her hands, and little more. The rest of her extended out on top of Black Swan in a way that was so eye-wateringly dominant it was almost dizzying. The boss’s body was richly tattooed, shockingly pale in the low light, and so lined with muscle that she looked like she was a total gym bunny - and all of that was pinning Black Swan down as if it was nothing.
Anything Black Swan wanted to say was stolen from her when Acheron began to move. Her hips rolled with an effortless flexion that sent her powerful abdominals rippling. She roughly tugged her big dick out of Black Swan’s over-sensitive, cum-stuffed cunt, and did so with such ease that it was almost blinding. It was as if the boss wasn’t even trying - she just did it.
She just pulled out to the sound of hot, squelching churns, and bubbling cum. It was a rather disgusting sound, hardly fit for a refined woman like herself - but she didn’t get a choice of what she wanted to hear. She was so stuffed with semen that there was nowhere for it to go but out, and when it came bubbling past the seal of her folds and dripped onto the couch, she could really only whimper.
“Oh, shit,” she mewled throatily, her breath uncomfortably hot in her throat. “You’re still so stupidly hard!”
Acheron let out a throaty breath of approval and rolled her waist around. “I get hard a lot. It’s nice to have a girl that can take it so well, though.”
Black Swan wanted to protest and say that she wasn’t even really taking it all that well at all, but she did not get a chance to say that either. She could only squeal as Acheron reversed course with an effortlessness that was insane and sent her hips thrusting down without a single hint of effort. There was just a rippling of delicious musculature, and then that big dick was spearing down.
The thickness crashed into her tight, clenching core, stretching her out wide all over again. Somehow, though, it was even stronger than before, even more brutal, as if Acheron had more power now that her posture was freed up. She wasn’t carry fucking, but actively using her hips and her waist for the first time so far.
Though, the reasons did not particularly matter. No, the only thing that did was the sensation of the huge dick plowing down into her soft, snug cunt, pummeling walls aside and stuffing them up with so much thick dick that it was beyond sanity. The huge inches stretched her out even more than before whilst churning up cum in its ravenous wake. The fluids had nowhere to go but out, and they bubbled into a thick waterfall.
It was nothing for Black Swan to care about, though. No, all she could do was wheeze as ten inches of rock-solid fuckmeat plowed home and hit her deepest of spots in the next second - the head of the dick mashing against her cervix itself. A strong, powerful impact that made her breath come out in a wheeze and had her tits jumping up comically.
“MMMFGH!” Black Swan squealed whorishly. Her head thumped back against the couch and her toes quivered as her womb was kissed by Acheron’s massive dick. Truly, nothing had ever gotten that deep before. Nothing had any right to get that deep, but Acheron made it seem easy. Every throbbing inch hilted inside, with fat balls slapping against her puffy core - insane.
“I can’t remember most of the girls I fuck,” Acheron confessed throatily, “But you - I don’t think I can forget you.”
The words might have seemed romantic, but they damn well weren’t. Everything about the moment was hot, sloppy, and possessive, and it confused Black Swan more than anything else. She gurgled out a sloppy breath as Acheron’s impossibly strong body set itself over her oh-so-dominantly, with a big pair of tits hanging in a slutty top - but leading down to a washboard of muscular fitness.
All that fitness flexed deliciously as the woman yanked back, pulling out of that tight, flushed cunt in seconds. She dragged the thick thing free of slurping folds in a way that left Black Swan’s eyes tearing up, because the friction was as overwhelming as it was intoxicating. She whimpered, her hands curling at the couch, struggling to get a grip, as the sexy, hung boss swung herself around.
Backward, and then forward. She pumped down into the tight heap of Black Swan’s cunt, stretching it out in another ludicrous rush. Inches and inches of meaty cockmeat were sent plunging down inside, hammering through her core as if she was nothing more than a cheap piece of ass. Black Swan’s high-class curves and top-of-the-line cunt were being pummeled full, and it was disastrous for her mental state.
Her brain tumbled around in her brainpan at the same time that her lovely, womanly thighs clapped against Acheron’s waist. The thicc skin wobbled and her legs rocked against the couch, making things entirely comical. Acheron continued to hold her legs down by their ankles, trapping them thoroughly. Black Swan remained pinned in half in this weird mating press, and it was insane.
She quivered as the big dick hilted itself inside of her, then again pulled out. Acheron was moving with so much force and such ease that it was dizzying. Black Swan did not know how anyone could move so effortlessly, nor handle a cock so well - especially one that was so big. It should have been clumsier than it was, but that was not the case. Acheron swung as if it took nothing, and she wielded herself like it was half the size.
“Oh!” Black Swan cried out, tears dripping down her cheeks - messing up her mascara way more than she expected. It was meant to be waterproof and streakproof for a reason, damnit, but now it was blotchy around the eyes. Black liquid was streaking her cheeks. It was stupid, and it was very real, as the truncheon of fuckmeat rammed down into her soft, snug cunt, and impaled her again. “Shit!”
Hips slammed down and plowed against her upturned legs, causing them to wobble violently. Black Swan’s tits jumped around on her chest in a series of ludicrous jiggles, then slapped against one another as momentum wracked them. Her oversensitive insides burned with heat and friction as the shaft rammed into her with mind-addling ferocity, claiming her as Acheron’s bitch.
Because that was what this was - a claiming. Acheron’s movements were hot, raw, and possessive. The way she was fucking was absolutely not gentle in the slightest. She was crashing home with sloppy thuds that made Black Swan’s brain contort. She would never feel sex like this again, she knew that. At least, not from anyone who wasn’t Acheron.
“You’re so tight for me,” Acheron grunted happily. “I love that. I love how you clench around me…”
The impossibly studly woman let go of one of Swan’s ankles, and the flopping leg bounced forward - only to slap against the boss’s inked shoulder. It was still uselessly pinned down, and achieved nothing. It didn’t matter. Black Swan gurgled. She sent her hands slapping out and clawed them across strong arms and fit shoulders, down along the tense lines of fluttering abdominals, savouring all of that shocking musculature.
At the same time, Acheron indulged in her. She reached around and roughly slapped Black Swan’s left breast, sending it bouncing against the right one. She then clamped down on it hard and clenched roughly, giving it a grope that was ferocious. Flesh bulged between Acheron’s fingers, and the stripper could only moan as her breast was kneaded like dough.
“...You’re so hot,” Acheron praised gutturally. “You have the hottest body I’ve ever had. You look so hot beneath me.”
The words were possessive and crude, and Black Swan’s dizzy mind found herself enjoying it way too much. She gurgled out a sloppy breath as she was emptied out of cock, then slammed full again in another intense, spearing stroke. It hammered against her cervix, sending eyes rolling halfway up into her head. Black Swan’s fingers spasmed and curled, scratching lines across abs.
Abs that flexed and crunched with each dangerous movement. Black Swan had never felt a body move this well before. She’d been with very well-built men for sure, but this was different. The way that Acheron moved was insane. The power behind her swinging thrusts was genuinely plowing her into the sofa. The plush fabric had a Black Swan shaped hole in it at this point, and it just did not stop.
“Fuck,” Acheron growled. She squeezed Black Swan’s chest again, then let go and brought her hand up to grab the woman by the throat - squeezing gently, but definitely squeezing. It was insane. It made her eyes water even more, smearing more of her makeup. For a moment, that was how they remained: her neck compressed, her one leg over Acheron’s shoulder, the other still held up in her hand.
Acheron sawed in and out, her hips plapping against soft, upturned legs, sending such delicious friction through Swan that her toes curled. Black Swan moaned some of the lewdest sounds she had ever heard in her life. She wasn’t even really speaking anymore, but just gushing. It was very hard to speak when she had ten inches of dick mercilessly hammering away at her spongy cunt, and harder still when her neck was captured in a firm grip that barely left her a chance to breathe.
And yet, it was hot. It was so, so hot. Black Swan had never been fucked like this. She had never been dominated like this, either. She could only gurgle as she was powerfucked down into the fabric, her body shivering and shaking. It was insane, and she loved it. She knew it was ruining her- heck, how did she go back to a normal fuck after something like this? - but she didn’t care.
Or, she couldn’t care. Either one.
“Gorgeous,” Acheron said to her. She let go of her neck and grabbed her by the chin, then dug her fingers down into Swan’s moaning mouth. She pinned her tongue down beneath her fingers and held her mouth open, and that, too, was stupidly hot. The domination was effortless. Swan was being used like a cushion, like a pillow, and it was insanely arousing.
Acheron moved again. She let go of Black Swan’s ankle, then grabbed her waist. She dropped down entirely, folding her over a tiny bit more - legs compressed beneath her shoulders. Their tits slapped together as the studly Yakuza boss lay on top of her, and Swan could only mewl as she felt intense muscles start to rub and grind against her belly.
“You really are built to be a bodypillow,” Acheron told her as she pressed down and completed the mating press in all its overwhelming glory. “I’ve never had someone so soft - or take it so good.”
Black Swan cried out and gurgled, hands raking across muscled shoulders and along a flexing backside. She felt muscles writhe with each slamming thrust, the kind that pinned her into the sofa and screwed her into the fabric. She felt her curves compress and squish with each deep push, which was almost agonizingly mesmerizing.
Their tits were rubbing, and yet rock-hard power was pinning her in half like a toy. Like a cushion. She was being used as a body pillow, and her cunt was a sheath for that wicked dick. Swan gurgled around Acheron’s pinning fingers as the big dick jammed into her over and over again, turning her inside-out and screwing her with wild abandon - because that was all that was left for her.
Acheron railed her like a machine, thrusting and plowing like nothing else ever could. Each ramming descent knocked the air out of Swan’s lungs and left her wheezing - and that air washed against the stud’s pinning fingers. Her thumb was even playing with the wet heap of Black Swan’s tongue, pinning it down and squashing it around as if it was just an entertaining pastime.
It was too much. It was too intense. There was no handling this white-hot intensity, and Black Swan’s mind didn’t try to. It basked in the overwhelming intensity of Acheron’s sexual fury, and her body repurposed itself to that solitary task. She embraced the pleasure it brought, so that when her body clenched up in yet another orgasm, she soared on the high of it - her eyes rolling up as orgasmic bliss shattered her brain cells. She gurgled around Acheron’s fingers, leaving them slick with syrupy drool, while her pussy clenched hard.
Juices came spurting out, and were remorselessly churned up by the thrusting dick. Acheron continued to slam away with utter glee, taking her like a bitch in heat. It was beautifully intense. Black Swan could barely think in between those hard thrusts, and simply soared on the sloppy high of it. She whined and gasped between intense thrusts, her mind shaking, her body quivering gleefully.
Again, and again.
“Yes, that’s it,” Acheron growled possessively, fingers hooking out Swan’s cheek. “Cum for my cock!”
Down again, another intense, powerful stroke. The cock was throbbing again, pulsating roughly as it mashed against her womb. It didn't matter. Black Swan gurgled incoherently around Acheron’s fingers as she was railed harder and faster than she’d ever felt in her life, the kind of fucking that left her thighs red as tomatoes and her cunt entirely sore. Her tits bounced around against Acheron’s pair as she was fucked into the sofa until she swore that the fabric was stuck to her with glue.
“No one milks me like you do,” Acheron continued to growl, her face tight with strain.
It didn’t seem like it would stop - it didn’t seem that Acheron would finish re-arranging Black Swan’s cunt to her liking. It had to end, though. Acheron didn’t go forever, and she didn’t have to. This wasn’t a stamina contest. Acheron had Black Swan at her mercy, and her pussy was a mere glove for her dick: one that she could rut at will, and one that she could creampie as she wished.
And that was exactly what happened when she pounded down to the ball-smashing hilt yet again. The woman crashed home for one last thrust, burying all ten inches of her dick inside. For a single moment, Black Swan felt every single throb and twitch right up against her womb. Her mind was just coherent enough to understand that another gooey creampie was coming her way, and that it was quite dangerous, indeed.
But that didn’t matter, and she certainly did not think about it for long. Instead, she was wheezing around Acheron’s fingers, drool bubbling across her knuckles, as the heat of the woman’s cum came pouring into her. Just like that, another surging gush of baby-batter slammed into her cunt with the force of a geyser.
There was so much. Too much. After Acheron had bombarded her cunt and stuffed her womb with semen, she had another thick load to give. It didn’t seem rational, but seed was sloshing and churning through her snatch, gumming up the entire tunnel in gooey thickness. It was sticky and dense and merciless, and despite Black Swan’s protective ways, she couldn't help but gurgle orgasmically over the feeling of it.
She shut her eyes and focused on moaning. She curled her fingers across abs and biceps and clenched hard. There was nothing for her to do but squeal in pleasure as Acheron absolutely emptied her balls out into her snatch, drowning the pink lining over in cum. It was a sensation that threw Black Swan’s head to cloud nine again, where her mind was able to comfortably blank out.
“Ah - ah…” Acheron groaned, her hips rolling as if to make sure she ejaculated every last drop from her balls. “I’ve never felt a body so greedy for my cum before. I love that. You’re an amazing fuck, Miss Swan.”
Miss? Black Swan wasn’t even in a state to start comprehending that. She simply gurgled there, saliva trailing from her mouth, as Acheron pulled her fingers away. The studly woman rolled herself back, and slowly lifted off the stripper's sweat-streaked, friction-reddened body. Even when her shoulders pulled away from pinned legs, they did not return to their normal place; they had almost moulded to the mating-press position.
“Gorgeous,” said Acheron, and pulled out with a sloppy, churning noise. As she reared back, Black Swan was able to breathe. It was the most intense sex of her life, and she felt like a sticky mess. Her insides were swimming with so much seed that she’d need to grab a Plan B, just in case it wasn’t safe. Was it safe? She couldn’t even remember anymore, her brain felt modestly fried.
“Fuck,” Black Swan wheezed. She looked at Acheron hovering above her, stared at her hair, her glistening abs, her hard, thick, cum-leaking dick -
Thick, hard… still hard?
“You’re so hot, I can’t get enough of you,” Acheron praised. It was about that moment that Black Swan realized she had not only bitten off more than she could chew, but was also totally way in over her head. There was no other way to describe the mistake it had been to put herself in a room with this utter sex machine.
At least, it was a pleasurable mistake. But, certainly, a mistake to think she could top Acheron, or even one-up the boss. She might have seemed confused, and she might have a terrible sense of direction and an inability to remember names, but she was more than capable of yanking on Black Swan’s body, manhandling her curvature around before pinning her down on her hands and knees like a dog in heat.
She smashed her hand down on Black Swan’s impressive ass, sending it tumbling out of shape. As the woman cried out, a hand clamped down on her shoulder, holding her steady. Acheron mounted her from behind with an ease that was astounding, and though utterly overwhelmed, cum-stuffed, and nearly dazed, she could freely admit that it was incredibly hot to be in front of someone so damned built for sex.
“Your ass is as nice as your chest,” Acheron complimented while digging fingers down into that soft, fluffy flesh. “I love it. You’re perfect.”
She squeezed hard, then swung her hand around and spanked that fat, doughy swell of meat. Black Swan cried out in a hot, messy gurgle, and rocked on her hands and knees. Her breasts swung beneath her like huge, milky bags, almost weighing her forward. She pitched forward at the waist and arched her spine, because she could not quite control herself.
It didn’t matter. Acheron was the one doing all the work here, and she did not hesitate in the least. When her dick slapped against Swan’s cunt, the woman could only mewl. As it pressed against her clit, then against her entrance, she simply shivered and clenched down on the fabric. And when it slammed - well, all she did was squeal like the slut she had turned out to be.
A single, powerful, spearing stroke that sent ten inches of rock-hard fuckmeat down into the tight valley of her cunt. Black Swan rocked and squealed like she’d never had before, because she’d never had a dick that big just ramming into her soft cunt like that - taking her with feral passion, plowing her like just another whore. It crashed home in a single, sickening smack, the head of it mashing against her cum-stuffed womb.
She moaned and rocked on her hands and knees as she was once again totally, utterly claimed by Acheron’s raw virility. Every inch split her open, keeping her so much more full than she could ever imagine herself to be. As silly as it all was, it truly did make all other sex before this feel like some sort of warm up, a prelude, to this moment - everything a preparation for Acheron.
“Fuck!” Black Swan swore gutturally, her breath coming out in a saliva-soaked wheeze. “Acheron!”
“You say my name so nicely,” Acheron praised. She squeezed a handful of assamese in her hand and rolled her hips forward, dragging her cock across cum-stuffed walls with obscene squelches. “I love that too. I need a woman who moans my name as you do, I think.”
What was she even saying? Black Swan didn’t know. She just gurgled and shuddered and arched her back pitifully whilst Acheron took control of her and ran wild with it. She hammered down before whipping her cock free in a strong, muscular rush, the kind that used every single ounce of her body to its fullest extent - every muscle, every ab, crunching beautifully as she whipped herself around.
She tore out of that sopping snatch and dragged free, causing Black Swan to moan helplessly. She was way too overstimulated to even process half of this, and every second made her burn with new, delicious friction - and that only continued as the impossible stud that was Acheron sent her dick swinging down again. It was another violent thrust, the kind that would have broken and girl half of Swan’s talents. Even she could barely handle this, and she was built for it.
But Acheron? She was built for this and more. Her body was perfectly suited for the act of crashing ten inches of dick into a tight cunt and stretching it all out, and she held nothing back as she did so. She claimed Black Swan as her own personal toy, and the stripper did not resist it. It was too overwhelming, and frankly too damned hot, to even care about it. She just soaked it in and wheezed whorishly as she was sent rocking on her hands and knees.
“MFGH!” She cried out, eyes watering, makeup smearing even more. She rocked, and her breasts swung beneath her messily. She quivered as Acheron slammed down into her juicy core, cramming her up to the brim. Hips slapped against the fat sweep of her ass, turning it to wobbling putty.
“You’re so perfect in front of me,” Acheron praised thickly as she swung herself around in the throes of hard, punishing sex. “And you feel so good. I don’t know if I’ve ever fucked someone as great as you.”
Was Black Swan pleased by that? She was not sure. It was all so intense that she couldn’t really think straight, but it was kind of hot to imagine herself as being the best fuck Acheron had ever experienced - even if the woman was doing all the work. Those hips were moving very hard and fast now, swinging out with another juice-slurping, cum-churning curl that was dazzling to behold.
Backward, and then forward. Acheron eagerly hammered into her sopping quim, and she didn’t slow down. She leaned into it, her one hand leaving Swan’s ass to grab her hip. The other one clenched down on her shoulder, then moved to her hair, and tangled against the lower roots. She tugged firmly, not too hard, but just right; that, too, made Black Swan quiver with pleasure.
“So much!” Black Swan gurgled messily, her eyes dripping tears of pleasure and confusion. She groaned, and a line of saliva seeped down from her plump, smeared cocksuckers. She groaned as her body pitched forward violently, all because Acheron hammered against the fat curve of her ass now - a strong, solid impact that turned the beautifully jutting curve into squashing whiteness.
Toned, muscled hips mashed against the gorgeous swell of Black Swan’s money-making ass. The fat curve that had danced for so many, teased them, and earned her cash, was now being flattened by the remorseless enthusiasm of the hung stud. It compressed like jelly and went concave when Acheron mashed into it, then sprang back into place when she pulled back.
“Such an incredible ass,” Acheron groaned. “You were built to take me. Where have you been all my life?”
Black Swan moaned as Acheron slammed into her from behind with hard, feral enthusiasm. She pounded away at her hard and fast, slamming against her fat ass with fervour and passion. The skin clapped beautifully and filled the air with its lewd noises, and they were the kind of sounds Black Swan had never even heard before. Hell, the noises leaving her lips were foreign to her, too.
She sounded like a total mess, and she was confused by how much she loved it. She gurgled and drooled and gripped the sofa, barely handling any of this. She was being absolutely fucked stupid by Acheron’s hung dick and remorseless strength. This woman was like an entire orgy locked up into one studly package, and Black Swan had made a mistake thinking she was an easy mark.
She was anything but, and she was learning that with every thrust, every slam, that came her way. She rocked on her hands and knees as the big dick slammed home, crashing through her with devastating potency. It railed her to the hilt, thwapping away at her fat ass, before sliding back in another friction-filled tug of pure pleasure. Black Swan quivered and moaned, because that was truly all she could do.
“That’s it, take my cock, by beautiful Swan,” Acheron growled. She leaned over her hands groping and squeezing at whatever brought her pleasure. One of those hands had slid beneath her bucking body to latch onto a huge, swinging titty, which she mauled with eager touches. “I love the way you moan for it.”
The other hand yanked on Black Swan’s hair, pulling her head back a good inch. She squealed for that, too, with tears running down her cheeks in bliss. She moaned luridly as hips hammered against her fat ass without stopping, turning the white skin to bouncing gelatin. It rippled away from the point of impacts with thunderous intensity, the skin cratering with each deep thrust.
It simply flattened and was used as a cushion for Acheron’s weary hips. The muscles hammered home and practically imprinted themselves upon bouncing assmeat, which only made things even hotter. Black Swan had never felt so sore before, and she knew that she would not be walking straight or sitting straight tomorrow. Thankfully, today, her mind was too dazed to care.
Each hard, intoxicating thrust caused Black Swan to almost collapse. Her body weight pitched forward and her huge tits swung around, weighing her down further - even with one of Acheron’s hands using her titty as a personal weight. Her spine arched fiercely as cockmeat slammed down, taking her with relentless enthusiasm.
The room was filled with the sounds of moans, sloppy squelches, hot gushes, and clapping flesh. Skin battered against skin as the dominant stud took her with hormonal enthusiasm, but showing a talent that was mesmerizing. Each thrust stole the air out of Black Swan’s lungs, forcing it out from her mouth in saliva-laxed exhales of pure stress. It was ruining her, and she was loving every last second of it.
“F-f-f--fuuuck!” She slurred whorishly, eye watering immensely. “So! Good! Acheron!”
Her weight was pitched further and further down. Her ass clapped like a drum, the skin used as a doughy pillow. Each thrust rocked her, turned her mind to mush, and her insides to jelly. She moaned as Acheron yanked on her hair and pumped into her with savage power, leaving her senses ringing. It was just too much. It was just too damned much.
“You’re taking it so well, beautiful,” Acheron praised, her voice coming out right on top of Black Swan’s head - her lips inches from the hair she was yanking back in her hand. No, her head was still moving, sliding alongside the plane of her face, then down along her neck. “You sound so hot when you’re moaning for me.”
She trailed kisses along her sensitive neck, then along her shoulder - and that was before biting down on the skin, leaving bite marks. It was feral, it was vampiric, and Black Swan found it insanely hot. She wheezed and moaned and dropped down even lower, barely able to hold herself upright. Sweat dripped from her in dribbles, and that, too, made it hard to stay steady.
She’d never felt so sweaty before, not even when she danced on stage. She was dripping perspiration as the intense fucking took its toll upon her, shrouding her in a haze of warmth. She gurgled as her treacherous weight slipped enough for her breast to now mash against the sofa, reducing them to pillows. The rest of her was falling over in tandem, unable to keep up the sloppy doggystyle fucking.
Acheron didn’t seem to care that she was quite literally collapsing Black Swan with each thrust. She didn't notice that she was slamfucking the beautiful woman into the sofa like a cheap whore. She didn’t care that Swan’s tits were now compressed beneath her like pillows, or that her spine had elongated out into something more like a prone bone than any doggystyle fucking.
For Acheron, it was all the same thing. Why would she stop? She was in her element. This was where she thrived. The buck and thrust routine of punishing sex was exactly where she was at her best, treating sex like the most natural thing in the world. Of course, for Black Swan, it was the most intense thing in her life, and each thrust seemed to break her down into mush that much more.
“So tight for me,” Acheron groaned. She was all up against Swan’s backside now, her abs rippling across a sweaty, arching spine. Feeling all that clenching strength was oddly scintillating, and she enjoyed it way too much in the current insanity. “You’re taking me like no one else, I love that.”
Acheron’s still-covered breasts mashed against Black Swan’s shoulders, offering a solitary point of squishy contact. Her arms swept around, hands possessively groping anything in reach. The woman dominated her so effortlessly that it was divine. She could squeeze whatever she wished and fuck anything she desired, and Swan would take all of it. She was not the lead dancer partner anymore. It was questionable if she’d ever been in charge. It didn’t matter. She was swept away into a breathless whirlwind of activity, and it never seemed to slow down at all.
Now, as Black Swan was fucked into the sofa, she felt orgasmic sensations pass through her non-stop. They left her quivering, which was the icing on the mushy cake her mind had become. She groaned and gurgled as Acheron slammed down ceaselessly, crashing the thick meat of her dick into a sloppy, churning tunnel. Assmeat billowed out around muscular hips on those powerful strokes, leaving the stripper feeling blissfully sore.
“You’re amazing,” Acheron told her. She nipped at the back of her ear, causing Black Swan to whimper. One powerful arm swept around her, and then wrapped around her neck. It scooped her up and all but headlocked her. It wrapped her up and held her there as if it was nothing, and that had Black Swan gurgling that much more.
It was pure, sensory overload for her. Being proneboned and headlocked and fucked all at the same time? It was just too much for her to cope with. Again, Black Swan found herself senselessly quivering in blissful - and indeed, orgasmic - overload. She clenched and wheezed as the big dick thrust into her sloppy core with ravenous, rapid-fire beats, reducing her body and mind to paste.
She came again. Maybe two times in a row. She didn’t know. She only gurgled as the big dick smashed down into her cunt and railed her like the whore she was meant to be. She gurgled and choked as the arm around her neck squeezed tight, pinning her comfortably against the woman’s tattooed bicep. One of Swan’s hands rose to grab it, but her grip was frankly pitiful and entirely unhelpful.
All she could do was lay there and get railed like a bitch in heat. Skin went sore as hips rammed against her ass with careless enthusiasm, flattening it down without effort. Her body was smashed into the sofa in tandem, so that her breasts squashed flat. Every inch of her was claimed as Acheron grunted and sawed her cock forward, her movements never slowing in the slightest.
That machine-like pace ruined Black Swan’s brain cells. She did not have many left, frankly, and all she did was gurgle obscenely. Drool spilled around her lips and over Acheron’s forearm, and that was really all she could do. The stud held her there and railed her as if this was the last thing she would ever do. Her muscles were all tensing with furious excitement, her breasts were squishing down the more pressure she applied, and her breath spilled out in sharp exhales.
The furious tempo broke Black Swan down. Her body was sizzling with overstimulation and pleasure at the same time, and she could not handle any of it. She burst with glee and squealed with sloppy joy as she came again, her insides clenching and shivering around the thrusting dick - milking it uselessly, offering up juices that were churned into yet more lube. She drooled against Acheron’s forearm and slumped into her embrace, lost to the world.
Balls were slapping against her clit with each agonizing thrust. The head of the shaft pressed against her deepest spots, railing and ramming against her womb without stopping. In and out, again and again, fucking her into the sofa until her sweat was imprinted upon it. No one would ever get that scent out, she was somehow sure of it.
“You’re milking me so beautifully,” Acheron praised. She kissed along Black Swan’s neck, then bit down gently on her shoulder - but not so gently that it would not leave marks. It was like being gnawed at by a cat. “Fuck, that’s it, ah…”
She squeezed Black Swan’s neck and bit down on her shoulder like an animal. She hammered away at her with flexing muscles and a rolling waist, ramming cockmeat down into her squishy, sodden core. Each thrust burned through Swan’s senses, sending fire across her nerve endings. Her eyes were left watering so fiercely that her mascara dripped all along her cheeks, while her lipstick was smeared and messy.
Sweat was dripping off her as if she had just had a shower. It was insane. It was beautiful. Her mind was utterly blank, unable to think or process or do anything more than enjoy the obscenity. The claps of her ass were ceaseless, the grunts in her wears were endless, and the throbbing monstrosity of a dick was almost unending - but only almost.
“Going to cum,” Acheron groaned as she nuzzled and nibbled on her neck in possessive love-bites, “gonna claim this body.”
Her possessive words made Black Swan’s mind dilate. She had no other way to describe it, but the ferocity was blinding and the hunger was dizzying. Gurgling in submission, Black Swan simply enjoyed it. As those big balls twitched, she moaned raggedly. As the throbbing dick pounded down, as Acheron shoved her face into her neck to sloppily lick whilst tightening her headlock, Black Swan came.
It was a beautiful thing to climax hard at the same time as her stud. The feeling of her quivering body now milking, and accepting, the thickness of her seed, was divine. The insane warmth billowed out into her clenching core and suckled it up with ravenous glee, as if her womb was actively sucking down entire loadfuls of gooey cream. Rivers of the stuff were pouring into her again, as if Acheron’s body had no concept of a refractory period.
Maybe it did not. It didn’t matter. Black Swan gurgled whorishly as the cum slammed her full, drenching her cervix, and her womb, in its luxurious heat. Velvet ropes of baby-batter stuffed her up to the brim for yet another dizzying time, and Swan could do nothing but absorb it. She’d long since passed the point of regret about a raw creampie; now, it was just exactly what she deserved.
She was getting off on it. She was cumming her brains out, and whatever was left in her head was putty. Her eyes rolled up as she groaned and slumped, really no longer handling it. It felt like it was going on forever, and Acheron was surely emptying out all of her balls with every jerking thrust and push. Yet, somehow, Black Swan knew that this was not the case - that Acheron was certainly not ‘empty’.
“Incredible, Miss Swan,” Acheron grunted. She ran her lips against Swan’s face, kissing her and caressing her. One hand combed through her sweaty white-lilac hair, drawing it out of her eyes. “You take it like no one else. And you haven’t passed out, either. That’s amazing.”
Black Swan was pretty sure she was going to pass out. Yet, somehow, she was still able - somehow - to murmur, “I’m just… built… different…”
Acheron chuckled. “I see that. I really like that.”
Suddenly, Acheron released herself. She let go of Black Swan’s sore neck, allowing her to breathe. She pulled off her body, freeing herself from the feeling of stiff muscles and soft breasts. There was an uncomfortable squelching sensation, however. All the sweat on her skin had clung to Acheron until it was like glue, and now they peeled apart messily.
Still, Black Swan could just breathe while sweating. She needed air, she needed to think, it was all so overwhelming that she was left quivering in the confusing afterglow. Acheron wasn’t normal. If she were even human, it was hard to say. Swan -
She did not get the time to breathe. Instead, she was rolled over onto her side by Acheron, and the stripper’s body made several weird noises as the sweat squelched against the fabric. She hit her side, then her back, as she was rolled all the way over - with Acheron lazily crouched above her. She looked like a goddess, frankly. Brilliant hair, a handsome face, hooded eyes, and a set of muscles on her that could pin down anything that breathed -
And a hell of a dick. Too big. Way too big. Massive, and now leaking girljuices and cum whilst being smeared with lipstick. It was a sloppy mess, and yet, it remained hard. It hadn’t softened at all. Black Swan did not know how that was possible, and it left her trembling. This woman was insatiable, and she was starting to get a good idea of why she expected her protection payment to be in hot babes.
The big dick slapped down against Black Swan’s face, outright cockslapping her. The cum-coated rod of flesh smacked against her cheek, rested over an eye, and pressed against her forehead in an insatiable heap. It smeared juices into her skin, much to Swan’s confusion. Under normal circumstances, she’d feel grossed out. Right then? She was mostly just awed by it.
It was so thick, so dense, with as much weight to it as her own damned tits. The cock pulsated there like a slumbering beast, just waiting for more. The veins were clenching, the thickness was surging, and all that juice and cum smeared. It was a mess collected after many fuckings and over the course of - well, however long they had been at it, Black Swan surely did not know.
“Clean me up, beautiful,’ Acheron husked. “It’s a mess.”
Black Swan would never, under normal conditions, even agree to clean up a dick that messy. Yes, she was a whore, but she liked to do things under her own rules. She liked initiative and control. She liked to be the lead. She enjoyed playing around. And yet, right then? She felt helpless under Acheron. She wanted to please. She felt an overwhelming need to satisfy the powerful, hung Yakuza boss, and she loved how thrilling it felt.
She couldn’t resist. It had nothing to do with being fuckdrunk right then or banged out of her mind; she wanted to. She leaned right over and accepted the absolute sloppiness that was cleaning up a cum-stained, juice-coated cock. Under normal circumstances, Black Swan would never do something so sloppy. It was too low and too demeaning, frankly, for someone of her talent.
Yet, right now, it felt right. Even if it was still sloppy and messy, Acheron damned well deserved it. She earned it just for the fact that she could rail Swan so hard she couldn’t feel her legs, or fuck her so good that her mind was still spinning minutes later. The fact that he’d made her cum so many times while also stuffing her up with crampies gave her a one-way ticket to Black Swan’s most exclusive service.
She ran her tongue against those cum-coated inches, tasting the thickness of seed and herself on its thick length. This dick had spent the whole time – she did not even know how long it had been, frankly – claiming her like a toy and using her as a body cushion. Now, she was lapping at all that collected fluid, drinking up the mixture of their love juices.
She dragged it into her mouth and suckled hard. She swept her tongue up to the messy head, then pushed her soft, plump cocksucking lips against it. She kissed it hard once, twice, and then wrapped her mouth around it while moaning. The taste and the flavour were insanely strong, as if all those messy climaxes had drenched the dick in flavour.
Or maybe she was just so fuckdrunk that her mind was conjuring up stupid thoughts. What did she know? Nothing, frankly. She didn't have to, either. She simply pushed down onto that massive rod of cockmeat without using her hands, only settling for the stupid sloppiness of a blowjob. The thick, gooey taste of seed invaded her mouth in no time, and she found herself groaning as she experienced hours - was it hours? - of collected cum.
It was gooey like glue, and that was a strange feeling indeed. It spread across her tongue as she dragged the plush muscle across the dick’s throbbing underside. She moaned as she tasted the fertile seed across its haft, and was mesmerized by it. She just didn’t understand how cum could be this thick, this ticky, or this tasty- or how there could be so much. She was sure it was biologically impossible.
But Black Swan was hardly a biology major, so frankly, she didn’t care. It was what it was. Whether it was impossible or not, Acheero had done it, and now it was Swan's place to pleasure here. It was just that simple. The Boss wanted her payment in sexy women; she wanted a body cushion, and that was Black Swan’s only goal now. She didn’t have to think about anything else other than blowing that fat prick, and she would do her best.
She sank down in a hot, sloppy gush. She was an airheaded mess that could not quite feel her legs, but she still knew how to give some great head. She prided herself on her sexual talents, frankly, and she would not disappoint her. Beforehand, her blowing had been simple and minimalistic, designed to work around her fluffy titties. Now, it was all mouth action, nothing else.
And so she sank down in a greedy descent and pulled on that big, thick dick. She drew it between her hollowed -out cheeks and slurped hard, causing Acheorn to moan. She dropped down and slurped up a swath of cum off the dick, then swallowed hard to get it down her throat. She audibly gurgled as she pressed it down to the back of her mouth, then bounced it against the entrance of her throat, and whimpered.
“That’s so hot,” Acheron praised. “Your mouth is almost as nice as your pussy. You’re so fantastic, Black Swan.’
Black Swan gurgle. She lobbied around the monstrous haft as she slid back, her jaw widening a tiny bit to work it just right. It was a lot to handle, and her mouth was a bit small – certainly not built for ten inches of wrist-thick meat. And yet, there was something terribly exciting about being able to dance across that cock, to feel it rubbing along her tongue and invading her with its rich taste.
The amount of cum was insane, and it made her mouth feel sticky and messy. Her juices, too, were richly decorating the entire thing, and her own tat was insanely strong. It made her realize just how hard she must have been cumming around it, and how mindblowing it all was. How did a peon go back to a normal dick after this? Perhaps, they would only do so to be able to feel their legs again, but this – it was magnificent.
Black Swan pulled back, hair ruffling about her face. It, too, felt sticky and ugly. He’d need a shower after this. No, not a shower, a bath; she wouldn't be able to stand under the water, and would have to lie back for sure. But, that was for later. For now, she was just moving, just sliding, up to the bulbous head. She slurped around it, her tongue rolling lovingly, saliva seeping from around her plush dicksucking lips. Those wrapped tight, ensuring a pillowy seal of tightness to pleasure the dick with.
“You have the nicest lips,” Acheron told her. “They’re lovely. The lipstick is really nice, too.”
She stroked through sweaty white-lilac hair and combed it out of Swan’s pickling eyes. She bobbed right back down and gurgled up another immense swathe of cockmeat, to her pleasure. She slurped it down with scintillating desire, and felt heat flow through her as she choked around the cock. Even for an experienced woman like herself, this was a hell of a lot to handle.
But that was all she was meant to do: handle it. She would not disappoint Acheron. She choked it down with an eager noise, and she moaned about its cheek-stretching haft. It was so big that it made her look like a chipmunk storing nuts – which was probably not too far off from the truth here. Saliva churned wetly as she drooled around it, barely able to handle herself now.
“You’re more than halfway down,” Acheron moaned. “No girl does that. Or. Well. I don't remember, but I'd never forget you.”
Black Swan groaned and bobbed her head back, relishing in the feeling of the slick, slimy dick rolling around her mouth. She wasn’t even thinking as she moved; she let instinct guide her. She was almost on autopilot as she bobbed and bucked, slurping away at the monstrous thickness that the boss so casually sported – the biggest, fattest cock she could ever imagine.
Down she went, slurping up a swathe of it, until it bounced against the back of her throat. She was thankful she had no gag reflex to interfere with her sloppy work, and kept on choking around mere dick until she pulled back. Her painted cocksucker rolled along the shaft, smearing it with the remainder of her lipstick. Most of the stuff had been glazed over by now, so all that it did was leave a streak of purple over the big haft.
Drool ran over it in waves, some messier than others. A thick, glazed coating covered the now-polished cock, which had been cleaned up by the sucking morass of Swan’s mouth. Dripping saliva rolled down her chin in heaps, and she didn’t care. Normally, she would never be this sloppy, butshedid it willingly and readily – she could not think about anything else.
“So hot,” Acheron groaned. She used her other hand to grab a handful of Black Swan’s fluffy tit and squeezed them hard, groping them like a stress ball. Her squeezes were overindulgent and eager, as if she had never felt a pair of tit worth a damn in her entire life. It surely was not the truth, not if she was a regular at The Golden Hour, but it seemed honest enough.
Black Swan knew she should have taken pride in that attention, but she did. Her greedy body savoured it. No one made her feel like this. No one made her feel like a total slut, an owned bitch, and also a love prize, all at the same time. This took the idea of a trophy wife to a whole new stage, frankly. The rich Yakuza lady praised her, squeezing her, like the finest thing she’d ever experienced – it was dangerously hot.
Or maybe, Swan’s mind was just too sex-soaked to think rationally. At this point, it did not matter. She groaned around the big dick as Acheon played with her tits, then moved around to spank her ass and grope it too, all for the fun of it. Her touches owned every ounce of Swan’s sweat-soaked curves, and the fierce squeezes surely left handprints behind - marks of ownership as sure as bite marks.
Acheron's one had guided Black Swan’s head up and down, around the dick. She did not need help to suck, but the woman pushed and pumped anyhow. The stripper moaned around the mouthful of thick dick and gurgled it down with enthusiastic consent, loving every sloppy second of it. She slurped and slobbered, her plump dicksuckers squeezed down tight, her plush tongue rolling with utter talent.
“No one gives head like you do,” Acheron praised. “I think I want to keep you around just to have this mouth wake me up in the morning…”
She pushed down a bit more, and Black Swan went with it willingly. She was eight inches down now, and the shaft was invading her throat. It was intense, causing her to gurgle, but she didn't acter. She kept on bobbing along with it, soaking in every single insane ounce of lewdness. There was just something about the act of messily sucking away at a huge dick thatshecould not hold back. She had to keep going, and never wanted it to end.
“Can you take more?” Acheron asked. “I haven’t had a sexy woman deepthroat me in a long time.”
Somehow, that made Black Swan feel bad. She was sure that someone like Acheron surely deserved a proper deepthroating, so she would be up to that task. She slurped down the big dick hat much more, and pushed it down into her throat in full – stretching out the small tunnel around the awe-inspiring girth, choking herself on brutal inches of throbbing girlcock.
She nuzzled Acheorn’s toned, muscled pelvis, and moaned around an entire throatful of cockmeat. She stared up at the washboard of her abs, then locked eyes with her. She slobbered and bobbed her head while bringing a cozy hand up to plant it over the woman’s stomach; just feeling her up and taking her pleasure for that dense firmness, because she wanted to.
“Fuck,” Acheron groaned. “I’m going to cum from a clean-up blowjob…”
She squeezed Black Swan’s hair and pulled it back. She fondled her while that sloppy mouth bucked and fell in deep throating arcs, slurping up all ten inches of cockmeat. It caused her to gurgle with each push and sent drool bubbling over her chin, but she found it way too hot to pass up on – and she did not want to stop. She kept going as it throbbed, kept on slurping as it pulsated, without stopping.
When Acheron began to groan, Black Swan simply gurgled. There was nothing else for her to do, frankly, as she used her throat to wring the big dick dry. She slurped away at the throbbing mast of fuckmeat lodged in her neck and choked away on it in gurgling arcs that left her throat horribly bulging - almost comically so. She was a drooling mess, her chin stained and her lips smeared, all for Acheron’s benefit.
She was swiftly rewarded with a blissful moan from Acheron’s mouth and a powerful throb from her fat dick. In the next moment, the heat of her cum was flooding Black Swan’s throat - simply drenching it in the impossible cream of her cum. So much, so thick, that her mind scarcely believed it. It couldn’t still be this thick, could it? Clearly, it could. Evidently, Acheron’s prodigious libido left her balls permanently sore and constantly in need of being emptied out, and Black Swan was the lucky recipient of that gooey bounty.
She gulped it down as best as she could. She choked it into her throat and gurgled it up, then felt her belly pool with the sticky weight of it all. There was so, so much that it was crazy. She could not imagine being that stuffed up with gooey baby-batter, but she was. She was choking on a stomach full of it, and that, combined with her wombful, was intoxicating.
“So good,” Acheron sighed. “You really are my favourite stripper that I’ve ever… well, I don’t remember most, but if I did, you’d be my favourite.”
Black Swan continued to almost mindlessly slurp away on the thick, swollen cock, her mouth eagerly choking across its thickness. It was just so potent, so damned virile, that she couldn’t imagine a better dick. Sure, she could imagine ones that wouldn’t fuck her into a stupor, but those wouldn’t leave her a blissed-out mess.
Acheron threaded her fingers through Black Swan’s hair and pulled her up to the tip of her dick. The shaft was glazed with saliva and slick with purple lipstick, most of it dripping like syrup. It was such a mess, and Black Swan found it very attractive. All that power, all that muscle, the gentle perspiration beading over the tattoos, was very hot.
“You’re my favourite,” Acheron husked proudly, “Most girls would be totally passed out by now. I like you.”
Black Swan gurgled sloppily around the big dick.
Acheron squeezed her chest, then leaned down and kissed her forehead - before pulling her off her dick with one hand, using her hair as a leash. “Now, let’s get you flat on your back. I want to feel your chest against mine as I fuck another few loads into you.”
Black Swan really had bitten off more than she could chew - and yet, in the midst of her fuckdrunk state, she really couldn’t be more satisfied.
You win some, she thought dizzily as Acheorn folded her over and used her as a body pillow, you lose some. And then win some more.
Jade.
Madame Jade was starting to get worried.
Acheron had taken Black Swan as her body pillow over five hours ago. Maybe a bit longer. They still had not come back down yet from the VIP rooms, and the sounds that emerged from the upper floor were almost demonic - growls and grunts and smacks of passion that made the other girls nervous.
It was late in the night too, so many of the staff had gone home, and the bar had officially closed as morning reared its head. Jade was there on business: entertaining the Yakuza as they waited for their boss, but at that point, most of them were running on fumes. Really, all Jade did was count the day’s cash and disburse the tips to the strippers while the few remaining ones - Topaz and Cipher - remained behind as the last remaining entertainment.
She’d made a lot of money today. The girls would get good bonuses for it. She was a generous boss. So long as she made her cash, she was happy, and everyone under her would be happy. With her eye for talent and her high demands to have only the hottest girls willing to shake their asses and do whatever it took to succeed - and it worked wonders.
The Golden Hour was the best ‘gentleman’s club’ in the city, bar none. That would normally put a big target on their backs, but thanks to their impressive security, they had no drunks or bad actors. More importantly, thanks to Acheron’s Yakuza protection racket, they had no issue with any of the local gangs, mafias, or mobsters. It was a racket to be sure, but a beneficial one.
Jade paid them a large sum, but with the money she made, it was about a tenth of her profits. Frankly, the actual amount was incredibly generous. When she’d struck the deal originally, Acheron had been direct: she wanted part of her payment in women, and was willing to compromise. Jade had spread her legs, become a bodycushion for a day, and learned just why Acheron wanted a steady stream of hot babes to feed to her dick.
That had been a long while ago. Jade knew that Acheron came in only every-so-often, but when she did, Jade had to make sure she could throw off a girl who could survive without her legs for a week. It was what it was. She took care of them after they were fucked stupid, and made sure they wouldn’t need time off in around nine months or so.
If only Black Swan wasn’t so damned ambitious, Jade thought. Oh, well. I warned her.
It was somewhere in the counting of her cash and the balancing of her books that Acheron returned. She did so with all the dumbfounded pomp as usual, which was to say, she looked like a total fool as she stumbled onto the main floor. She always managed to seem like a deer in headlights each time Jade saw her, despite being one of the most dangerous women that she’d ever known.
“Oh. Finally found the entrance. Erm. Exit.” Who Acheron was talking to, Jade sure as hell didn’t know. She just narrated, sometimes. She was a strange woman.
A strange woman who was holding Black Swan in her arms, bridal carry style. She had her legs over her arms and her head nestled halfway against her shoulders, with her body awkwardly tucked back into some kind of clothing that fit badly. The stripper looked exactly how Jade thought she would: utterly soaked in so much sweat her skin was glistening, her white figure marked with friction-red marks, handprints, and bite marks.
It looks like she was attacked by a shark, Jade thought. She saw the hickeys and love bites all over Swan, then looked at her totally fuckdrunk, passed-out face - smeared makeup and lipstick and all. She looked like she’d gotten into a kissing match with a vampire. It was almost comical. Jade did feel bad, to an extent - but she’d told Black Swan not to indulge, and she had.
Jade couldn’t protect people from their own bravado.
“Did you have fun, Miss Acheron?” Jade asked politely, her eyes glancing over Acheron’s strong, muscled frame.
“Yes,” Acheron said matter-of-factly. “Miss Swan was the best lay I’ve ever had.”
“Huh.” Jade was almost bemused that Acheron remembered someone’s name. She could be balls deep in a chick and not know it. It had taken her three months to remember Jade’s, in fact. “That’s… grand. I’m happy you’re satisfied, and I hope your - ah - balls are comfortably empty.”
“For now,” Acheron said with a polite nod. “Your payment is appreciated, and I consider our debt settled… for now.”
“Until next time, of course,” Jade said with a smile, and cocked her head - hat and all. “If you would be so kind, please deposit Black Swan on the couch? I’ll have one of the men carry her…”
Acheron was still walking.
“...Miss Acheron?”
Acheron turned and looked over her shoulder. “Oh. I thought I answered. No, I won’t be putting her down.”
Jade blinked.
“She’s far too talented to pass up on,” Acheron said boldly. “I’ve decided to make her my woman. She’ll be coming home with me. Don’t worry, I'll reimburse you.”
Jade’s mouth flapped. “...Huh?”
“She’ll make an excellent bedwarmer,” Acheron said matter-of-factly. “The guys were telling me to settle down anyway, so it’ll be nice to have a wife around… or whatever they’re called. I forget.”
With that, she walked off with Black Swan in her arms.
Jade was left sitting there in palpable confusion. She was now modestly poorer after paying off her protection debts and she was a whole stripper down, because Acheron had just walked off with her - likely never to be at The Golden Hour again as a worker. Just like that, in the course of half a day, Black Swan had signed up to be Acheron’s body pillow, and then been reduced to exactly that: her bedwarmer, her body cushion, her woman, and her wife.
Jade sighed.
“Well, shit,” Jade groaned. “How am I going to replace someone as talented as Black Swan? Fuck.”
Shiobhan cleared her throat from where she was tidying up the bar for tomorrow. “Need a drink, ma’am?”
“God, fuck, please,” Jade sighed.
“Look on the bright side,” said her bartender. “Maybe Acheron will be so happy with Swan she doesn’t bang any of the other girls into stupors once a month?”
“Silver-fucking-lining,” Madame Jade swore. “I hope the gold digger got what she wanted.”
“Frankly, she probably will, if Acheron is half as rich as we think she is.”
Jade snorted, shook her head, and drowned her annoyances in top-shelf alcohol.