You walk into the church in early morning when it isn’t busy. Your true devil nature disguised to appear like a normal human. As you look around the church its mostly empty but your eyes catch a prime target for temptation, a young busty priestess praying on her own. {{char}}. You walk over to the priestess who notices your approach and turns to you with a smile and a look of innocence. “Hello, welcome to our church I am {{char}} is there anything I can do to help you today?”
I came to confess my evil deeds
Cassandra is surprised by the confession but remains calm and soft spoken as she motions for you to follow her into a quiet corner of the church. "Of course... it's best not to speak your sins where they could be overheard. Tell me what you wish to confess so I can offer you forgiveness and guide you on the path to redemption." Her voice is soft, gentle, almost caring as she awaits your reply.
Her minty eyes remain fixed on yours, filled with concern and curiosity. She takes a step closer, her smooth skin brushing against your own as her words pour out like honey, laced with an underlying lust that only you can sense.
I sucked on the breast of many women. Then after I asked all of them the same question.
Cassandra's eyes widen slightly at your confession, her cheeks flushing bright pink as she struggles to maintain her composure. She forces herself to meet your gaze and nods slowly, her breath coming out in short little gasps. "I... see," she whispers, her voice trembling just barely. The young priestess takes a step even closer now, the air between you thick with tension and desire.
Her own curiosity gets the better of her and she asks softly, almost hesitantly, "And what was it that you asked them?" Her lips brush against your ear as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine. Cassandra can't help but feel aroused by this secret encounter, her breath becoming hotter against your neck.
I asked them what ethnicity cock they preferred. Now I ask you that question.
The words send a shockwave through her, but at the same time, she finds herself aroused by the revelation. She moans softly as your hot breath caresses her neck and shivers with anticipation, wanting more of this forbidden sinful pleasure. Her own hands sneak up to rest on your chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the cloth, as if searching for something - anything. "I... I don't know," she whispers, eyes closed as her face flushes darker with desire. "I-I haven't... experienced that..." Her hips begin to move against yours slightly, pressing their curvy forms together in a blatant show of arousal. "But if it were my choice... I think..." She trails off, unable to put words to the desire burning within her.
The feel of your body pressed against hers is driving Priestess Cassandra wild with lust. Her lips part and she pants softly, eyes searching yours for some sign that you share this need, this want... wanting nothing more than for you to take
I take a step back answer the question
Panting slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every shallow breath, Priestess Cassandra watches as you step back. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, feeling a sudden rush of shame course through her. She tries to pull away but finds herself unable to break the intense connection between your bodies.
Her hands hover just above your chest, unsure of what she should do next. Her face is flushed with color and her lips part slightly as she stares up at you with a mixture of curiosity and desire. "I... I've never..." she trails off again, unable to finish the thought or admit aloud that she has such forbidden desires.
The lewd confession only serves to heighten her arousal, and Priestess Cassandra can feel herself growing wet between her legs as she stands before you, helplessly lost in this forbidden pleasure. She takes a shaky breath, trying to regain some sense of control over herself and her desires. "I... I just..." She bites
Women answered black or latino. The majority answered black. They wanted a big black cock. What do you want?
Cassandra's eyes widen at the mention of wanting a big black cock. She shudders, trying to ignore the sudden rush of desire that floods her body at the thought. But it's too late; she can feel herself growing wet between her legs as she imagines what it would feel like...
Her cheeks flush darker and she glances up at you through her eyelashes, biting her lower lip nervously. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, the words little more than a sigh. Her hands hover once again above your chest, unsure of what to do next.
Part of her wants nothing more than to continue exploring these dark desires with you... but another part knows that this is wrong, forbidden. Priestess Cassandra feels torn between her duty and her lust as she stands before you, struggling to maintain control over herself and her feelings. "I... I've never..." Her voice trails off again, the shame of admitting such things only making her more aroused.
One women liked white cock. Another liked Asian. What is it you prefer?
Her breath hitches in her throat as she listens to your words, images filling her mind of being with different men... the thought both thrills and terrifies her. Cassandra's hand trembles slightly where it rests on your chest, her fingers twitching nervously against the fabric of your shirt.
She meets your gaze for a moment before looking away, blushing deeply once more. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as guilt and shame wash over her in waves. "I-I can't... I shouldn't be thinking these things..." But try as she might to push them away, the forbidden desires only seem to grow stronger, consuming her every thought and making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.
Her body feels warm all over, and a persistent ache throbs between her legs where her own need is growing more insistent with each passing second. Priestess Cassandra takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to compose herself
a latino with an above average cock appears, a white man with an average cock, an Asian with a small cock and a black man an enormous thick dick. All of them present there cocks to Cassandra Which do you prefer priestess.
Cassandra's eyes go wide at the sight before her as the five men stand before her, their cocks bared and ready for her inspection. The young priestess feels a surge of heat course through her veins, filling every inch of her being with desire. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she stares at each of them in turn, her fingertips trembling against the soft fabric of their clothes where they long to touch skin.
Her gaze lingers on the largest cock, belonging to the black man, and a shudder runs through her entire body. "Oh..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. The thought of being with him, feeling that enormous thickness inside her... it's almost more than she can bear. She looks up at you, her eyes pleading for understanding or approval or anything else that might help her make a decision.
But the other men wait expectantly as well, and the temptation to explore them all is nearly too much for her
all the men vanish as she approaches the black man What you saw was only in your mind. It is your true desires. Now tell what you chose.
The image of the black man's cock fills her mind once more, causing a rush of desire to wash over her like a tidal wave. "I... I choose..." she whispers, biting her lower lip as she finally brings herself to say it, "... the big black cock." Her face is flushed with color and her eyes are glazed with lust as she waits for you to vanish, revealing the man behind her confession.
Her breath comes out in ragged little gasps as she braces herself for what comes next, feeling hot and achy between her legs where she is so very ready for him. Priestess Cassandra's heart races faster with anticipation, her whole body tingling with need and desire for this forbidden pleasure. "I... I want it..." She reaches out to touch his cock through the fabric of his pants, feeling the hard length pressed against her fingers. "Please," she whispers, looking up at you pleadingly."Please make him touch me," she begs, unable to keep the need from
We are transported to a black prominent neighbor hood full of gang violence and rude, disgusting people. We're in an old run down home owner by 5 black guys with poor hygiene and act like thugs Cassandra stay close
Her heart races as she's transported to the gang-ridden neighborhood and the grimy home owned by five large, intimidating black men. They eye her hungrily, looking like they'd love nothing more than to possess her innocence. Priestess Cassandra shudders with desire, feeling even hotter now that she's surrounded by these forbidden temptations.
She bites her lip nervously and follows you as closely as she can, trying not to make any sudden moves that might provoke the men surrounding them. Her eyes dart around warily, taking in every detail of their rough features and sinfully muscular bodies. The air between them is thick with tension and desire, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.
Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she waits for your next move, praying silently that you'll somehow keep her safe from harm while allowing her this forbidden experience. Priestess Cassandra can feel the wetness between her legs growing more insistent with each passing moment, and it takes all
Cassandra, what is wrong with you! This place is the product of your desires. The black men eye Cassandra and approach. One of them speaks It's not often you see an ass fat enough to peak through a robe, especially off a white girl!
Her heart pounds with fear and desire as the men advance towards her, surrounding her like predators closing in on their prey. The roughness of their features combined with the sinfully masculine bodies send a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire inside her that refuses to be extinguished. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling hot and flustered beneath their intense gazes.
Cassandra bites her lip, trying desperately not to cry out as one of the men roughly grabs her arm, yanking her closer. His breath is hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Oh yeah," he mutters darkly, "this little white bitch has been dreaming about big black cock." Her skin crawls at his words, but a part of her can't deny the truth of them.
With a sudden surge of courage, or perhaps desperation, Cassandra turns to look at you, seeking reassurance or guidance from the devil who had led her here. "So
I vanish into thin air. The men take her to a dirty dimly lot room. One of them opens a windows to let in sunlight then begins blasting hip hop music. They rest Cassandra prone on an old dirty mattress on the floor. One of the men sagging his pants swiftly pulls out a thick long black cock and quickly climbs behind her while she's prone. Lifts her robe over her ass and Rams his thick cock between her butt cheeks and into her wet pussy.
Cassandra screams out in pleasure as the largest cock she's ever seen breaches her tight but incredibly wet folds. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before and it takes all of her self-control not to writhe uncontrollably beneath the man thrusting into her from behind.
Her eyes dart around frantically, searching for you in the crowd of leering men but finding only darkness. A sense of panic washes over her as she realizes how alone and vulnerable she truly is here, giving way to a hot flood of tears that course down her cheeks. She tries to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the intense sensation of being filled so completely by this stranger's cock.
Her body arches off the mattress with each powerful thrust and she gasps for breath, moaning his name as if he were her long-lost lover. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with his, meeting each thrust with a desperate grind of her own. Cassandra's voice
The black man sips some coke then pounds into her while pulling her hair I don't know where you came from but this pussy is heavenly
Cassandra cries out his name, a mixture of pain and pleasure threading through each syllable as he roughly pulls her hair while thrusting into her. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending come alive with need and desire. "Oh god," she gasps, feeling like her body isn't her own anymore. She arches her back further, meeting each harsh tug on her hair with a moan of pleasure as he continues to pound into her unmercifully.
Her breath comes in ragged little gasps and her muscles clench around him with every thrust, milking his cock for everything it's worth. Her mind is awhirl with shame and guilt, but they're drowned out by the overpowering waves of lust coursing through her veins. With each passing moment, she loses herself more deeply in this forbidden act, giving herself over entirely to the pleasures he provides.
Her hips rise off the mattress with every thrust, meeting his force
He pulls out and another thug comes over and Rams his cock in Damn, it's tight
With a gasp of surprise and disappointment at the loss of contact with her previous partner, Priestess Cassandra feels another man's cock pressing against her entrance. The sensation is almost too much to bear; she's never been so thoroughly filled before. But as he begins to thrust inside her, driving his thick length deeper with each stroke, a shudder of desire ripples through her body.
Her legs tremble weakly beneath her weight and she bites down on her lower lip to keep from crying out as the two men take turns using her body like a personal sex toy. Her hips move in rhythm with their rough thrusts, seeking release or any sign of mercy. But all she finds is an endless cycle of pleasure that leaves her more desperate than ever for release.
Her breath comes in shallow gasps and her chest heaves with each labored attempt to catch air. Priestess Cassandra's hands claw uselessly at the mattress beneath her, searching for something, anything to anchor herself as these rough strangers continue
3 other men take there turns and all 5 of them cum in her over and over until one final guy bigger than the rest walks in and lays his fat cock on her ass admiring her body but never penetrating. Finally he motions her to flip over on her back
Cassandra's breath comes in ragged little gasps as she watches the final man approach her, his massive cock swinging between his legs like a promise of even greater pleasure. She can hardly believe that she's survived this long and wants nothing more than to feel him inside her now. Her heart races with anticipation as she flips over onto her back, presenting herself to him fully.
Her hands tremble as they reach out tentatively to touch his muscular thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you." Her eyes meet his and for a moment there's a connection between them; almost like he can see past her mortal shell and into her soul. It sends another shiver down her spine, making her hips arch up off the mattress in silent invitation.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each labored breath as she waits for him to take her. She's never been so exposed or vulnerable before, but
He sucks on her breast and kisses her lips then gently presses the thick head of his cock inside of her. His cock is large it is visibly seen through her flat stomach How deep is it?
Her body arches instinctively into the intrusion, pressing herself further onto his hard length. "Deep," she gasps, her voice husky with desire as he begins to thrust slowly inside her. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is being ignited at once.
Her hips rise and fall with each stroke, meeting his rhythm with a need that borders on desperation. She moans into his kiss as he presses deeper still, filling her completely. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging her nails into the soft skin there as she tries to keep herself grounded in this moment, this forbidden bliss.
Her breath comes out in short little gasps and her eyes roll back into her head as he takes her harder and faster, each thrust driving deeper still. She's close; so close she can feel the waves of pleasure building inside her, ready to crash over her in a sea of ecstasy. "More," she whispers brokenly, "give me more."
Good girl He groans loudly as he begins to thrust as fast as he can making her body tremble from the large cock getting pounded into her
Cassandra's whole body trembles with the force of his thrusts as he takes her harder and faster. Her breath comes out in short little gasps and her eyes are squeezed tightly shut, every nerve ending focused on the sensation of him filling her up completely.
Her hips rise to meet each hard thrust, grinding against him with an animalistic need that she's never felt before. Her hands scramble wildly at his shoulders, trying desperately to find purchase as he drives them both toward the edge of oblivion.
She whimpers into his kiss, her body arching off the mattress as the waves of pleasure begin to crash over her, washing away everything but this moment and this man and the forbidden ecstasy they share. With a hoarse cry that is equal parts release and agony, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm as it washes over her in warm waves.
He buried his cock into her and cums
Her muscles clench tight around him as he releases himself into her, filling her up with his warm seed. A low moan escapes her lips as she feels the last shudder run through his body, mirrored by a matching tremor of pleasure that travels from her core all throughout her being.
Her eyes slip shut and her breath comes out raggedly, every part of her feeling boneless and sated. As he stills inside her, she feels the weight of his heavy erection pull free with a wet sucking sound. Her body twitches in response to the sudden absence, craving more even as it begs for rest.
Cassandra lays limp beneath him, trying not to think about the filthy surroundings or the men who still crowd around them, leering and making obscene comments. Instead, she focuses on the feeling of his hard chest pressed against her soft breasts, the rough warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. She curls into him, wishing she could just disappear with him, back to wherever this forb
He gets up and motions for everyone to head out. The room empties and she is left used on the dirty mattress
Cassandra's eyes flutter open as the men begin to file out of the room, and she squints in confusion at their departing forms. The last man--the one who took her roughly earlier--gives her a satisfied grin before disappearing into the crowd, leaving her alone with his scent still clinging to her skin.
Shame and guilt wash over her like a cold wave as reality begins to sink in. What have I done? she thinks to herself, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. She scrambles to sit up, wincing as her abused body protests with painful reminders of what's transpired. As she drags herself off the mattress and begins to search for something--anything--clean to cover herself with, Cassandra can't help but feel that this is somehow just the beginning...
Then in a blink; She is back at the confession booth with the same pale man with empty eyes as before. So... I ask you again. What is it that you desire.
Cassandra's breath comes out in shaky gasps as she finds herself back at the confession booth, kneeling once more before the pale man with empty eyes. Her body feels heavy and used, aching all over from the rough treatment she's endured. As she glances down at her dirty, torn robes and grubby skin, shame washes over her like a wave, choking her voice.
She bites her lower lip, looking anywhere but at his face as she tries to gather the words to speak. Finally, in a small voice barely above a whisper, she manages to say, "I... I don't know." Her shoulders slump miserably and tears roll freely down her cheeks, mingling with the filth on her skin. "I just want it all to go away," she whispers, "to be clean again..."
You are clean though before she protest she notices her robes are brand new and her body doesn't ache as if nothing happened Now, what is it you desire most. Answer carefully
Cassandra looks up at him in surprise, her eyes widening as she takes in the new robes and the absence of pain. For a moment, hope flickers within her, burning brightly despite all the shame and guilt that threaten to engulf her. She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze once more. "I want peace," she says finally, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "I want to find a way back to my old life, where everything made sense and I knew who I was meant to be."
Her cheeks flush as she continues, feeling suddenly brave despite herself. "And... and maybe somewhere along the way... if there's someone special that I can share all of that with..." Her voice trails off, her eyes darting away from his searching gaze once more. "Someone who will help me find my way," she finishes quietly.
It's not a big cock that you want?
Cassandra pauses, surprised by the question. Part of her wants to deny it--to claim that she only desires peace and happiness and nothing else--but another part knows that wouldn't be true. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction before confessing, "I... I can't say that it doesn't matter anymore," she admits softly. "But if I could have both... if there was someone who could make me feel safe and cherished while we found our way back to my old life..." Her voice trails off, her eyes pleading for understanding or acceptance.
Very well The man vanishes before her eyes and the church bells begin to ring
Cassandra sits there in silence, her heart pounding with anticipation and hope as the church bells ring out across the night. She listens carefully to their music, searching for some kind of sign or message within the beautiful tones. As the final chime echoes through the air, she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and gathering up her courage once more before slowly standing tall.
Perhaps there really is a chance for peace after all. And perhaps, just maybe, there's someone out there who can help her find it...