Chapter 12 - Porno Shoot Flashback

Sometime in the Past 
 
 "Okay, set up the shot right there...Perfect!" the director said. "Now, when you fuck her I don't want you to hold back. Just nail her. And you, squeal like you normally do. This should be academic. You've been together before," the fat Asian man said. 
 
 "Shouldn't be too hard. I quite enjoy these period pieces," Nik said as he made adjustments to his stylish kimono. 
 
 There were a couple of samurai swords on his hip, and nearby stood a beautiful Japanese woman dabbing perfume on her more intimate parts. 
 
 "Remember, you're just a barbarian to her, so treat her like a barbarian would," the director said as he sat atop his chair. 
 
 Nik positioned himself off camera behind the doors. His partner, Yuko, sat gracefully on the mat as she practiced writing kanjis. When the director said action, Nik sliced through the paper and weak wood with his samurai sword. Yuko acted in shock and horror at the foreign man breaking through. Yuko spoke Japanese while Nik spoke English, giving the illusion the other did not know the language. 
 
 Roughly, he took the girl by the waist and tore open the top of her kimono. Her large, pale tits fell out for him to feast on. There was no grace or romance, just animalistic domination and rape. She meekly tried to slap him as he sucked on her puffy nipples but all the slaps confirmed was the power difference between the two. 
 
 Unlike a lot of pornos, Nik didn't go for a blowjob immediately. He went for Yuko's ass. Pushed down on hands and knees, dress hiked up to her waist, that famous 'Ivory Tower' that sold like hotcakes on store shelves, shoved raw into her asshole. No lube, no spit, just raw. Yuko screamed out in legitimate pain as she could feel her tender hole get gaped open violently. This was not the first time they did anal but it was the first time done raw. 
 
 She swore at him in Japanese but couldn't help moaning while doing it. Juices trickled down long, luscious inner thighs. Each thrust hurt a lot but also turned on the masochistic AV star. Reaching over to grab her tits, Nik pulled her upright, while also biting down on her neckline. He molested and ass fucked her simultaneously. The man in charge wanted a barbarian so that was what he got. 
 
 The director didn't say anything. Nik's specialty was long shots. He could do entire scenes without a quick cut or stoppage. All the porn star needed to know was the sequence of events and the trust of his director that all the spots would be hit. There was a reason he won JAV Male Star of the Year. But no one ever saw his face. The foreigner had the brains to know porn was not the most stable of careers, and so when doing his first film had told the director he'd wear a mask. It meant a pay cut but it also meant security in the real world. One sniff of porn, even something softcore like a nude magazine spread, meant the axe to his real profession: education. 
 
 Yuko moaned out dirty words in Japanese, telling him to fuck her harder, faster. She had already gushed onto the tatami mat once. A large puddle of womanly juices gave evidence as to how good she was getting it. After five minutes of raw, dry anal, Nik finally pulled out and slapped his smelly shaft against her face. Meek, slanted eyes looked up at the white man, and hands rubbed up his large, muscular legs. The woman recoiled from the smell of her own shit on his cock. But both fear of punishment and a whorish hunger made the woman lick the tip tentatively. 
 
 Yuko played the wife of a Daimyo, chaste and pure for her husband. Any other film she'd be the eager slut for her favorite co-star, but it became a welcome challenge for her to play a weak, submissive woman that had to be led around even when doing sexual basics. 
 
 For the next half an hour, Nik used Yuko like a fucksleeve and she just took it. Face fucked, cunt split open, face humped, tits molested, her body humiliated for the pleasure of this gaijin barbarian. By the end of the scene, she had been cum in twice and left spasming on the mat as a heavenly orgasm coursed through her body. Part of it was acting, part of it wasn't. Natural chemistry and real orgasms created the secret ingredient that made their scenes hot. 
 
 "Cut! Good job. I smell an award with this video," the fat director said to the pair. 
 
 "My ass is so sore," she whined, feeling how gaped she was. "You know I can never get normal AV work after fucking you, Nik. I can never feel anything." She sopped up some of the gunk in her butt and sucked it off her finger with a smile. "You're lucky I like working with you so much." 
 
 "Next time I'm going to need a raise for any raw anal scenes. It was starting to hurt by the end of the time goal," he said to the director. 
 
 "You're the best in the business kid. Five minutes should be cake for a young guy like you." 
 
 "Yeah, but I won't be making more films if I tear my cock." 
 
 "Okay, okay, I'll talk to the boss about it. You're getting a lot pushier these days. What happened to the laid back, I'm just happy to get pussy guy?" 
 
 "He grew up and didn't have to work off a crazy debt." 
 
 "You know you could always just jet out of the country. You are a foreigner, Nik," Yuko said. 
 
 "Honor..." 
 
 Present Day 
 
 "Welcome home, Daddy! I'll go and get your bags. Just sit down on the couch. Nurse's orders!" Gale said cheerfully. 
 
 "I'm feeling a lot better now, Gale. You don't have to...baby...me...What the hell is all this stuff?" he yelled out to the car. 
 
 "Just some of my stuff. And if I wasn't babying you then you'd be moaning about that. Just be a good Daddy and accept it, okay?" 
 
 "Did I ever tell you that you're bent?" 
 
 "Yep, but that's my charm," she giggled. "Now, I've already got dinner ordered so just sit down." 
 
 Nik cocked an eye brow at her, making past the minefield of a half dozen boxes of clothing. 
 
 "Seriously, how much clothing does one girl need?" he thought to himself. 
 
 "Your niggers are coming by later. Valerie gave me a call to let you know, but the Punjabi bitch is going to be busy with a half-dozen surgeries scheduled for the rest of the week." 
 
 "Nurse and a secretary. Have any other hidden skills I should know about, Gale?" 
 
 "One or two but I like to be a mysterious girl." 
 
 She plopped down on the couch next to him, snuggling into his chest like a traditional girlfriend. Her hand softly caressed his stomach, worshipping him, making him feel special. Why should the girl be the only one to get petted, stroked and made to feel special? 
 
 "You know you're the most territorial girl I've ever met?" 
 
 "Good. I want the other bitches to know who is number one in your book. I'm going to have your baby and the others can cry about it." 
 
 "Slow down there, Gale, who said I wanted a kid?" 
 
 "You didn't, but when you do, this oven will be baking it." 
 
 Ding Dong! 
 
 "I wonder who that can be? The others would just walk in," Nik commented. 
 
 Opening the door, Nik saw Suzy standing there in her usual Goth setup. 
 
 "You're alive!" she exclaimed. "I'm so, so sorry. Really. I didn't mean to get you stabbed. I just didn't want to be a loser. I didn't want to lose my gang, my friends. Please don't hate me." 
 
 The words came out of her mouth like a waterfall, unable to hold her pent up emotions inside any longer. She hugged him suddenly, face buried into his chest, and blackened tears soaking his shirt. 
 
 "Whoa, whoa, settle down." 
 
 "I tried to see you in the hospital but I couldn't face you. I know I caused you a lot of trouble at school. I...I...I needed to take responsibility for my actions." 
 
 Nik brought the girl inside his house and shut the door, lest the neighbors see the commotion and get suspicious. 
 
 "Just relax. I'm okay. That thug stabbing me in the back wasn't your fault." 
 
 "But it was. I picked a fight with them and ran looking for you," she sniffled. Tears kept flowing, making the black makeup run awkwardly down her face. "We had less problems when you took down the other student to save me from getting raped. I figured if you wouldn't be our enforcer officially, I could keep setting you up." 
 
 He stroked the girl's hair to help calm her down. 
 
 "Your intended outcome was just a coincidence. Didn't you hear what they said before the fight?" 
 
 "No," she said, shyly. 
 
 "They said there was already a price on my head. Nothing would have changed. I would have had to fight them sooner or later. I'm just thankful they didn't have a gun." 
 
 "But..." 
 
 "No buts. Look, you're a pain in the ass at school for me but this was just an unfortunate situation. Want to make it up for me? Live up to your potential in class. Try and be something other than a glorified pimp. There is a brain in your head. If you can think of a creative way to force me to help solve your gang problems, you can do something easy like pass a history test." 
 
 She shyly nodded. The entire situation was hard for Suzy. Nik...Mistah Cracka-man...had inadvertently become a father figure to her. He cared about her, didn't give up on her, and as much as she hated when he disciplined her it was something she needed from a male authority figure. 
 
 "I'll be back at school tomorrow. Just go home, do your homework, and we'll talk more tomorrow, okay?" 
 
 "I kinda...can't go home right now." 
 
 "Why?" 
 
 "Mom has customers. I don't want to be there...can I stay here? I'll be good, I promise. I normally stay with Sammy when I don't want to be at home but she is at her boyfriend's place, you know...doing it..." 
 
 Despite being a hardened pimp, suddenly mentioning anything sexual to Nik made the Mulatto girl shy. 
 
 "It wouldn't be right, Suzy. You're my student and you still live with your mom." 
 
 "Fuck her, she is a dumb whore anyways. I make more money than her and I don't even spread my legs." 
 
 "I also have company coming over soon." 
 
 "Fine, I get it, you don't like me. Just come out and say it, Mistah Cracka-man," she spat at him, getting defensive again. "I should have known better than to cry over you. I wasted my time coming to apologize." 
 
 Suzy stormed out of the doorway and onto the front walk before a commanding voice called out to her. 
 
 "Who the fuck do you think you are, brat?" Gale said, walking after her. "The man saves your life and you get all pissy because he has a modicum of ethics?" 
 
 "Who the fuck are you, Chinagirl?" Suzy said, fronting off with Gale. 
 
 Although they were similar heights, the difference in physique stood out obviously. Suzy was thin and beautiful, despite being caked with Goth makeup, but her body looked much less like an athletics cover girl. She looked like she could run a marathon while Gale looked like she could punch a hole through a wall. 
 
 "I'm a close friend, and I sat by his side when he rested in the hospital. You think he doesn't care about you? One of the first words out of his mouth was 'How was Suzy doing'? Do you think he can just open his house to every student with a shitty home life? He'd have your entire ghetto high school living with him." 
 
 "But I'm different...I...I...li..." The word stopped mid-syllable before Suzy could finish, embarrassed. 
 
 Gale put an arm around Suzy's shoulder. 
 
 "Now, I have this apartment that is barely used. It is mostly a tax write-off but it is fully furnished, kinda like a getaway pad. If you walk back and apologize, like a proper woman, I'll think about letting you stay there for the night." 
 
 Gale acted uncharacteristically charitable. The first thing she did with anyone who got a sliver close to her Daddy was curse them out or throw a slur around, especially when it came to Michelle and Valerie. Suzy acted hesitant. She didn't know what to do and appeared confused, emotions running on high gear inside her head. Slowly, she turned and faced the doorway where Nik, Mistah Cracka-man, stood. 
 
 "I'm sorry, okay? I'm just confused about everything. I'll...I'll try to be better." 
 
 Nik nodded and waved the girl back inside. No doubt the shouting caught the attention of a neighbor or two by now, and the last thing he wanted was unneeded attention or the cops. 
 
 "So letting Suzy stay at your place won't be a problem, Gale?" 
 
 "Sometimes it gets a bit lonely at night. It'd be nice to have someone to girltalk with." 
 
 "We'll talk at school, Suzy, and sort through this whole mess. Everything will work out. Trust me on that one, and don't worry again about the war wound. I've had worse than you can imagine, and some punk trying to earn his bones won't get the best of me, okay?" he said to the young girl, cupping her chin sensitively to make sure she looked him in the eyes. 
 
 Suzy melted a little inside. Every part of her wanted to retreat, to run, to just go back to the shithole of an apartment. It felt odd that she was shown concern and affection, even if plutonic, fatherly affection. Year after year she had to look after herself, survive on her own, with only Sammy as a true friend. 
 
 "Let's go, Suzy, we'll pick something up to eat on the way. My treat," Gale said. 
 
 Suzy waited to leave, suddenly hugging Nik and burrowing her face into his hard, muscular, powerful chest. She could only start weeping again, causing the white man to stroke her long, straight hair to calm her down. Reluctantly, Suzy parted and left with Gale. Nik could only run a hand through his hair and take note of the insanity that his world had become in only a matter of weeks. 
 
 X 
 
 "Phase 2 of the plan will be to integrate the schools by the end of summer. There should be initial resistance but we have the standard left-wing media outlets on standby to write up dozens of race baiting articles to cower the average person. Those with more fight or clout, we'll just peg as being racist and put a stop to them that way," the black lawyer said in the boardroom. "Amanda, how is everything going with PS 69?" 
 
 Amanda only half-listened to the meeting. Her head still floated in the clouds from yesterday. At first she felt ashamed of how long she watched the dirty porno videos, and how many different ones she watched. So many white cocks, so many white men hung like horses, she couldn't admit her pussy wanted to be stuffed full, creamed, left drooling galleons of white seed. 
 
 "Amanda?" 
 
 "Yes? Yes...yes, the principal at the school is a hard case to crack. She is fully behind her staff and won't give up the white teacher at all. I've tried talking to her on a professional level and as a proud black woman but she won't budge. She supports him fully." 
 
 "I heard rumors that others on staff support him too, one of them being your wife, Ty," Jerome said from across the table. 
 
 Ty fiddled with his necktie, hesitant to reply. 
 
 "They work in the same department and have to coach together. Nothing out of the norm there, Jerome. Trust me, their relationship is only professional." 
 
 "It better be, Ty, especially with her bitchy attitude at lunch last week," Jerome countered, embarrassing the young law partner in front of the others. "Any loose ends would ruin all we've built here, especially if that loose end was close to home. Understood?" 
 
 Ty nodded uneasily. He guessed something was going on with his wife and the new white teacher, and if not him someone else then. He wasn't stupid, or a cuckold like his wife thought he was. The gay man just pretended to fit the role so as to not arise suspicion about his own sexuality. Being gay was one thing but being a gay, submissive black man with a lust for dominant white men was a scandal in itself. He'd become even more of an outcast among the black community than he already was. 
 
 "I'll have a talk with her tonight," Ty replied. 
 
 "You better tell her who is boss and that you wear the pants in the relationship," Jerome said, glancing towards his own wife. 
 
 Amanda still only half paid attention to all the bravado, her mind filled with anticipation for watching more videos the moment she got home. A few were bookmarked from last night just before Jerome got home, and she wanted to enjoy them to the fullest. One about a black protestor getting gangbanged by a posse of white cops had made her pussy moist. 
 
 "Well, if that was all on the agenda, we'll end that here for tonight. We have a lot to get planned and finished for phase 2. Oh, before you go, Amanda, I need you to do something for me today," Jerome said as the others were leaving. 
 
 "Yes, dear," she commented, looking at her watch. 
 
 "Is there a problem?" 
 
 "No, no, just wanting to get some paperwork finished before I forget about it. What do you need?" 
 
 "There is a person you need to pick up for me at the prison." 
 
 "The prison? Seriously? You can't get someone else to do that?" 
 
 "The feminine touch would smooth things over more with the warden, show off that feminist charm." 
 
 "Fine, I'll pick the person up. What is his name?" 
 
 "Jimmy Jack." 
 
 X 
 
 "So you're a friend of Mistah Cracka-man's?" Suzy asked, getting back into the groove. 
 
 "Funny name. And I'm Chinagirl, eh? Do you always name everyone with a racial slur?" 
 
 Suzy shrugged her shoulders. "I'm a bastard Mulatto, half-cracker and half-nigger. What does it matter to anyone else, Chinagirl, if I call them like I see them? So why are you being so nice to me? You don't know me." 
 
 "Nik cares about you so that means I should try and help him out. He is a good soul, a nice guy, but looking after the emotional train wreck of a teenage girl is outside his realm of expertise at the moment." 
 
 "And you know how to handle the emotional train wreck of a teenage girl?" 
 
 "I am a girl, and I was a teenager. Makes me a better expert than a man." 
 
 Suzy laughed at the comment. More so, she laughed at where she was right now, in the passenger seat of a car worth more than her life. The teenager could live in the backseat and it'd be nicer than her entire bedroom. 
 
 "So this place far away?" Suzy asked as they pulled through a Chinese takeout. 
 
 "Nope, closer than you think," Gale said, ordering for the two of them. 
 
 "You know how stereotypical it is that you took me to a Chinese restaurant?" 
 
 "Would you have preferred KFC?" 
 
 "Racist." 
 
 "Takes one to know one." 
 
 Suzy crossed her arms. One night. It wouldn't be that bad. Just one night to get her act together. 
 
 "How do you know Mistah Cracka-man?" 
 
 "Call him a family friend," Gale replied, taking the food from the window and driving off. "He was friends with my brother years ago." 
 
 "Huh, I didn't know he was that old." 
 
 "He is not. It is a long, complicated story." 
 
 Suzy shut up and watched the car speed through a more affluent area of the city than she was used to. It was surprising how quickly a city can change as the squalors of her ghetto were replaced by the tall, glimmering towers of opulence. Inside of Gale's tax write-off apartment was the same, all shiny, new, clean, and quiet. No one batted an eyelash when they walked in the front doors, no hoods hanging around pimping or selling dope, and no cries of business. 
 
 "Take a load off and make yourself at home," Gale told the girl as she went to get plates. 
 
 "If you're not living here, I'm curious how much richer your other apartment is," Suzy asked. 
 
 "I don't live in an apartment. I own a house." 
 
 "Rich kid, huh." 
 
 "You could say that, but a lot of this I earned myself." 
 
 "Still must have been nice to grow up without a worry." 
 
 "I had lots of worries," Gale shot back, "Money just wasn't a big one. I had expectations put upon me, family obligations." 
 
 "Maybe, but not having to worry about where your next meal is coming from or not getting beat up by a crazy customer shifts the column a lot." 
 
 "Is that why you have such a huge chip on your shoulder?" Gale said, the table all set. "I grew up in the hood so I get to act like a punk and no one can criticize me because everyone had it easier?" 
 
"You wouldn't understand, Chinagirl. Look at this place. Your couch is worth more than my entire life." 
 
 "Get over yourself." 
 
 "Huh?" 
 
 Suzy looked shocked with how Gale talked to her. 
 
 "Boo-hoo, I'm poor. From what I hear you're an enterprising diva. Turn those street smarts into something useful and you'll get out of the hood." 
 
 "Pfft, like you'd understand," Suzy replied, sitting at the table. "This entire meal might...might be affordable once a year, if that." 
 
 "Then eat it all. I can't get into details, Suzy, but I know better than you realize. Yes, I never had to worry about filling my stomach but I did have other worries, deadly worries." 
 
 "Yeah, and next thing you're going to tell me is you're a Triad." 
 
 Gale gave Suzy a serious, stern glare that could cower a hardened street punk. 
 
 "I'm giving you good advice, Miss Mulatto. You can take it or ditch it, but don't ever stop listening to those taking the time to give you advice. Knowledge is power." 
 
 Suzy reluctantly ate the meal given to her, chewing on the words Gale said to her as much as the food on her fork. 
 
 X 
 
 "So we need to do a fund raiser for the girls to get new cheerleading uniforms, as well as pay for the transportation to all the games," Michelle said to Valerie as the two women walked into Nik's house. 
 
 "Last year you only managed to raise a couple hundred. I don't know if we'll top that," Valerie said. 
 
 "We've got to try. Some of the girls have potential and talent this year." 
 
 Valerie tapped Michelle on the shoulder and pointed to the couch. Nik laid fast asleep, the soccer game left on the TV, and still fully dressed. 
 
 "He looks so peaceful," Valerie said. 
 
 "Who the fuck moved all this junk in here?" 
 
 "You really know how to break the mood, don't you, Michelle?" 
 
 "I know Massa looks cute and cuddly on the couch, but seriously, did that chink move in her entire house and just dump the boxes on the floor?" 
 
 "Just don't make a fight with her tonight, okay? At least not in front of Massa." 
 
 "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as her, so she can forget that," Michelle commented. 
 
 "Anri...Anri...no...don't...don't touch her...don't..." 
 
 Nik's sudden commotion alerted the girls. Valerie rushed over and held her Massa by arms, cradling him as he tried to swing violently in the air. 
 
 "No...no...don't!" he screamed out before waking up. 
 
 "Shhh, it is okay Massa, relax," Valerie said. 
 
 "A dream." 
 
 "More like a nightmare," Michelle said, concerned. 
 
 "I'm sorry. I was just having a bad dream. It's nothing. Don't worry about it." 
 
 "Is it the same Anri you told us about, Massa?" Michelle asked. 
 
 "Yes...the same one...but don't worry about it, okay? Just, get me something to drink please." 
 
 Michelle nodded and Valerie let Nik back up. Sitting on the couch, he looked at his hands. Fingers rubbed together and knuckles cracked as he tried to forget the past. 
 
 "So where is Gale?" Valerie asked. "Those are her boxes, right?" 
 
 "Gale? Oh, yeah, she took the initiative to move in as both my nurse and bodyguard." 
 
 "Bodyguard? Seriously? I outweigh her by twenty pounds." 
 
 "She is quicker." 
 
 "I can't believe we are having this conversation," Valerie joked, stroking his hair. 
 
 "What can I say, I'm lucky to have three hot, sexy bodyguards." 
 
 "Here you go," Michelle said, returning with a glass of milk. 
 
 "So anything at school I need to worry about?" Nik asked, downing the drink. 
 
 "Nothing out of the ordinary. Your substitute hightailed it after the morning periods, more fights in the hallways, and Suzy never showed up for school today," Valerie said. 
 
 "I know about Suzy. She showed up here to apologize." 
 
 "Did she now?" Michelle said. "And that was all she wanted?" 
 
 "No, she also wanted to stay the night here." 
 
 "And what did you say?" Valerie asked, nervously. 
 
 "Don't worry, Val, I didn't let her stay. If I was going to sleep with a student, doing it at my house is just dumb. Gale is letting her stay with her tonight." 
 
 "Gale!?" both black women said in unison. 
 
 "Shocked me too. I don't know, I think I understand it. I can see a little of Gale in Suzy." 
 
 "Great...You know, Massa, this whole situation gets crazier every day," Michelle commented. 
 
 Nik wrapped an arm around both girls. 
 
 "If I didn't trust Gale then I wouldn't have let her help out. Now, enough doom and gloom. Come cuddle with me, or are you going to be bad nurses when you've got a VIP patient?" 
 
 "I don't have my nurse's uniform, Massa, but this nigger will always take care of her only patient," Michelle purred, rubbing her hands carefully along his body. 
 
 "Gale didn't wear you out too much? You can still get that fat, white cock hard for a couple of safari surfers?" Valerie cooed in his ear. 
 
 "For you two girls I have a problem not fucking you in school." 
 
 "Too late for that," Michelle said, pulling his cock free. "Looks like I can still smell some of Gale on you, Massa. Good thing I'm such a dirty, depraved slut that I'll suck her off of you." 
 
 With one gulp, Michelle took as much of his long cock as humanly possible. It jabbed the back of her throat, testing her gag reflex. Valerie's hand stroked off the base, making sure every centimeter of his white pipe glistened. 
 
 "Look at that dirty negress sucking you off, Massa. Gale might have a tighter cunt than us, but we both know black girls were bred to worship their white masters. Fucking cum down her throat, Massa. Give her a stomach full of cream. I want to taste it off her tongue all night when I lez out with her for your pleasure," Valerie said. 
 
 Nik listened on as he suckled from Valerie's tits. Both hands explored the principal's body as he nursed in her tender loving care. Ebony tits shined in the fading sunlight poking through the window, as Nik slobbered and drooled all over her. She moaned at how aggressive he sucked, her tits feeling as if they would lactate even though she was incapable of the feat. Michelle's lewd slurping and gurgling only turned the pair on more. The two black teachers were a powerful, sexual tag team. 
 
 Assertively, Michelle lifted Nik's butt up and put his asshole on display. Eager, hungry lips left the massive fuckstick and delved deep, delved into the delicious confines of Nik's ass. Her greedy, wet tongue licked in and around the nub. In her mind she thought the chink would be depraved enough to do such a feat as well, but it didn't matter to Michelle. Whether it was fresh or sloppy seconds, she wanted to taste his yummy asshole. 
 
 Not to be outdone, Valerie broke away from Nik's hungry lips to slide down and rub cheeks with Michelle, dancing her tongue along the puckered hole as well. 
 
 "Does this turn you on, Massa, seeing two hot, horny Negresses suck on your butthole like a couple of ghetto sluts? We'd have made good slaves for you two hundred years ago, so happy to seduce you while you're walking through the fields. We'd put our bodies on display for you and suck you off in the fields to prove we'd be perfect house Negresses," Michelle said with a slutty tone. 
 
 "You two wouldn't ever leave my bedroom. I wouldn't even need to chain you to the bed. I'd walk in every day to see you two making out to prep yourselves for me," Nik said, close to cumming. 
 
 He wasn't on film anymore. Stamina wasn't needed. He wanted to cum fast and often, painting his girls as white as an Oreo cookie. 
 
 "Stroke my cock like a couple of good bitches should," he told them, grabbing them by the hair tightly. "Stroke me off onto your face. I want to paint you and see you make out over my cum." 
 
 The two women gladly stroked him off, hard and fast, drooling copious amounts on his shaft to let their fingers glide along the veiny cock. Within half a minute he jizzed all over their faces, mouths open to collect any wayward sperm. Even though Gale had been draining him dry, those fat balls kept refilling, as evidenced by the white streaks along the black teacher's ebony faces. 
 
 Michelle and Valerie leaned in to kiss each other over his cock, tongue swirling, and snowballing all that delicious cum. Their lewd moans kept Nik hard as a rock. He didn't deflate an inch as they colonized his shaft with their faces. Every time they kissed the other, they made sure his cock was somewhere touching their face. In their mouth, on their cheek, sliding along their forehead, it didn't matter, they kept his glorious Ivory Tower of cock hotly pressed against them. 
 
 Nik looked on like a voyeur, enjoying the show. The sexual stimulation kept his mind off the pain. The wound still felt tender from surgery, and Dr. Rai said the pain might last another few days if he doesn't get into any more fights. 
 
 Sticking a finger forward, both girls attacked it instantly, sucking on the entire length in perfect tandem. Their cunts were dripping wet, leaving small puddles on the floor. They needed this just as much as their Massa. Not just the wanton, depraved sex but also the love and control. There were no worries when they were together, no judgements, no condemnation about what got them off sexually, just pure bliss. 
 
 Valerie gave Michelle a hard slap to the face and it only got a smile and purr from the Amazon teacher. Michelle returned the favor by grabbing some of Valerie's hair and sucking a glob of cum from the principal's glistening neckline. They didn't need to ask or double-check, the three of them had natural chemistry. They could feel, sense what the other wanted, needed, and just gave it. No dominant or submissive bullshit, no ego or worry of having to be in total control lest the other become disgruntled. Every action and reaction performed naturally to the trio as if they were fated to be together. 
 
 Two hands on the back of Valerie's head, Nik lined his throbbing cock with her mouth. The principal just opened her mouth, tongue out, and stared up at her Massa with love and adoration. He thrusted into her throat like it were a pussy, making the woman gargle, drool, and cry from the intensity of the fucking. Michelle, like a good bitch, slurped on Valerie's tits and abs, sucking down all the slop that splashed down. 
 
 "I'm going to fuck your face, Valerie. I'm going to dump a bucket of cum down your throat. Cry more for me, babe, let Michelle lick up your love tears," Nik told her. 
 
 Valerie couldn't help but finger her needy pussy. Soaked and so close to orgasm. All her holes belonged to him. Even a simple face fucking got her edging badly, and Michelle's licking didn't help matters. But unlike Gale, Valerie wasn't a 'good girl' who waited to be told to touch herself. She fingered her cunt deeply, let her long fingers rummage around to find the perfect spot to hit a sweet climax. 
 
 The black principal tried to say something but it only came out garbled, her body seconds away from orgasm. But Nik knew, he understood, he could feel it and notice subtle signs from her body language. Prepped from years of experience, the white man timed it perfectly to cum down Valerie's throat the exact moment the woman climaxed. 
 
 Valerie tried to scream, to moan in pleasure but it only caused a choking hazard, coughing all the delicious cum back up into her mouth. 
 
 "Don't swallow, dirty girl. Give Michelle a kiss. Feed it to her. She looks so jealous to not have gotten a fresh cum meal." 
 
 Michelle didn't wait for Valerie to comply, instead taking the initiative to kiss her instead. Cum dribbled down their chins as they swapped spit and sperm. Valerie's mind floated on cloud nine, kissing passionately, exploring her co-worker's body. Feminine muscles glistened from the sweat and juices of sex, and their ebony skin shone brightly. They laid back on the floor, making out like lovers. Nik could tell the two of them were a perfect pair, and in a parallel world would probably be a lesbian couple. 
 
 After taking a tuft of Valerie's hair to wipe his cock clean of sperm, the white teacher walked off to his bedroom to check his email for word from his contacts in Japan. Looking back, he smiled at the delightful sight, finally feeling able to find happiness.
 