Chapter 3 - Soiling Syanne

An experience that was the norm for Bill a month ago had become somehow strange to him when he woke up. There wasn’t a woman lying next to him. 
 
Sure, he had always slept in to the point where the two influencers would be up before him, but he could always be sure that by the time his eyes opened in the morning, at least one of them would be giving him head or naked ready for his taking. 
 
He groggily looked around, searching for Syd or Jodi, only to find the former mulling over two glistening dresses on cloth hangers beside the mirror. She was fairly fixated on the task, bringing them over her body repeatedly to gauge their appeal. 
 
Bill got up and yawned, walking over to her. Whilst still nude he slapped Sydney’s ass and posed in the mirror alongside her. It was a strange picture. A dolled-up, beautifully dressed African-American woman modeling next to a brutish, hulking naked man who hadn’t yet had the opportunity to take a shower yet. 
 
“Right one,” he advised. “Makes you look properly colonized. None of that skimpy, hoe stuff.”
 
Sydney smiled in response, turning her head up to look at him. “You got it, master.” She pecked him on the lips for a moment before dropping to her knees, pressing her face into his underwear to get a deep huff. “Sorry for not servicing you this morning. We can change that…”
 
Bill grunted in approval as Sydney slipped his enormous cock out of his garment. While she was busy stroking it and running her tongue up and down its length, Bill continued to question her. “Planning to go somewhere?”
 
“Gof a photoshoof. Gonna posht on Instagram later,” Sydney moaned, mouth stuffed. “You can haf me whil’ enjoyin' the picshures tonigh'.” 
 
Well, it was a given. Any time Sydney made herself pretty this month it was immediately torn away for Bill’s pleasure later that night. Hell, sometimes they didn’t even make it to the bed before he started ravaging her. A couple of Sydney’s shortened streams were due to this, as he simply entered and fucked her whenever he felt like.
 
“Just you doing the shoot? None of your friends? Jodi? Rae?” Bill asked slowly, gauging her response. The dark, Asian minx had been on his mind as of late, seeing as she’d been poking her head around his business.
 
“Nohe, ih’ll ohly be me,” Sydney responded. “The photogra’er ih sexy though.”
 
Sydney used her free hand to unlock her phone, scrolling to the photographer’s Instagram page.
 

 
 
Bill’s eyebrow raised, both at the sudden stimulation Sydney’s tongue granted him when she prodded around at the tip of his cock and at the lascivious women being presented to him. If this were the olden days and Syanne was just a plain girl, it wouldn’t be a surprise to him if an official raped her and made her into a concubine. Her body was perfectly molded to be a sex doll with a disgustingly fat ass and thick lips to violate. Looking further through her information, it looked like she had a boyfriend as well.
 
He scoffed. “Another little Asian boyfriend. No way is she satisfied with him. I might need to go with you and show this bitch her place with a superior man.”
 
“You’re so righ’,” Sydney groaned. 
 
Bill felt himself on the brink of cumming but didn’t warn Sydney. It wasn’t necessary either as Sydney felt the shudders ring through his body and parted her hair from her face before beaming up at him, posing for the incoming color spray. The semen fell heavily on her face, coating it with a delicious, white shimmer. 
 
“Get ready fuck meat,” Bill commanded, ironically being the one who isn’t prepared to head out at all considering his appearance, “I’ll head there with you.”
 
Sydney grinned deliriously, busy playing around with all the cum on her face by making webs of it between her fingers before placing it into her mouth. 
 
Just fifteen minutes later, they were on the road. 
 
The trip was uneventful and bland and, other than the road head Sydney had internalized to be expected of her whenever the two were in the car together (Bill would never let her drive if they were going somewhere, typically to convenience stores to purchase birth control), they reached their destination directly on time.
Syanne was already there at the shoot location. It was necessary to set up scene work and scout out potential angles. When their car doors shut and the two of them stepped out, a surprised expression dawned on Syanne’s face. She wasn’t expecting another person to come, not to mention some sleazeball who looked like they just came out from the sticks. Imagine the shock that overcame her when the two of them kissed before the creep clutched Sydney’s asscheek on their short walk over.
 
“Hey Syanne!”
 
“O-oh, uh, h-hey,” she stuttered back. His lecherous stare was throwing her off. She felt small, mocked within his vision. Anxious to get away from it quickly, she took Sydney’s hand and began walking off, praying that it would pull her away from him so that just the two of them could talk.
 
“S-so yeah, I’ve got some good spots marked. Let’s go check them out so you can tell me what you think,” she nervously rambled. 
 
Her nervousness wasn’t marked by Sydney as she cheerfully walked off with her. Bill, however, was a bit more astute. He grinned and slowly stalked them, excited to fuck around with another colored bitch. 
 
“There should be perfect…” Syanne trailed off. Sydney sexily posed on top of a rock structure, squatting with her head turned. “Hold right there. Let’s get the camera zoomed in so we can…” 
 
That white speck on her hair couldn’t be what she thought it was, right? In a state of mind flickering between unease and excitement, she zoomed in. It was a tiny splotch of semen. 
 
She glanced over at Bill to see if he noticed. A feeling crept over her that not only was he aware, but he was proud of it too. Surely that couldn’t be the case? Regardless, she went over to her subject and whispered into her ear for privacy.
 
“You have… um… a little something in your hair.” She pointed it out to her. 
 
“Ah,” Sydney said sheepishly. Syanne was in the process of bringing out a cloth to wipe it off when she looked back to see what Sydney was doing. She had wiped it off with the back of her hand, before running her tongue across the spot where it was cleaned off. 
 
 “Oh. Ok.” Syanne blushed furiously. She stiffly walked back to her camera, uncomfortable. 
 
“I’ll have to punish you for that later slave,” Bill yelled out to her. He was on the sidelines, admiring his property.
 
“Of course master~” Sydney flirted.
 
The initial reaction is always the same. Syanne was aghast for a bit before ultimately respecting the choices of her friend. The excessive PDA was a bit much, but it would only be for today. She never explicitly said that she was against bringing in other people to a solo shoot, so it was sort of fine. That’s how she reasoned it in her head at least. 
 
A pressing heat was gradually building up in seeing the blatant disregard the couple had for morality. What would normally seem like vulgarity felt like illicit suspicion instead. A short step up, but still one up. She was getting a little horny. 
 
While they were wrapping up the final shots of the photo shoot, Bill spoke up for the first time toward Syanne. When his mouth opened, Syanne thought that nothing good could possibly come out of his mouth. And she was right. To some degree, at least.
 
“Could I take some pictures?”
 
“Sorry?”
 
“You’re gonna edit them later right? I want to get some personal pictures for us,” Bill continued, “You know, to remember us as a couple.”
 
This wasn’t really part of the standard procedure but Bill unnerved her so she let loose. 
 
“Sure. Only a couple though,” she tossed in for good measure. 
 
“There won’t be that many.” Bill flashed a grin and took the apparatus from her hands before walking up to Sydney. 
 
* slap!* 
 
Bill struck her on her face, leaving an ample red mark. Sydney giggled at the pain, relishing her new marker. 
 
“That was for not grooming yourself you whore. I thought one of your good traits was keeping good care of your hair.”
 
Syanne put her hands around her mouth, initially horrified. The way it played out slightly eased her concerns, however.
 
Bill grabbed a fistful of her hair and bent her head back. “Sell yourself to me. Show me everything you’re good for.”
 
Sydney pulled her top down so that her tits spilled out and let her tongue fall out of her mouth, gazing slutty into the camera. Bill snapped a picture of her doing this while she was on her knees, then released her. She fell to the ground while moaning.
 
Bill made his way back over to Syanne. She froze, unsure of whether she feared him or wanted him. She was conscious of every breath she took, every pulse her heart let out. It wasn’t until the warm steel fell on her outstretched hands that she grabbed ahold of herself. 
 
“Just fix this one up, sweetheart.”
 
The two left her there as they made their way back to their car, Sydney holding him arm-in-arm without even bothering to fix her exposed cleavage. Syanne just stood there, mouth agape.
 
—
 
Sydney exited the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and hair. Steam wafted from the hotel bathroom as she opened it to let Syanne in.
 
“All yours.”
 
“Y-yeah, thanks.”
 
Syanne gingerly walked around her to the shower with her stuff in hand. She was still a little perturbed by what she had seen earlier.
 
The three of them had to stay at a hotel since it the shoot ended later than expected. Neither party wanted to make the drive back home in the dead of night, so they agreed that this was a better idea. As a sign of their friendship, Sydney offered to room with Syanne so that she wouldn’t be lonely. That was the pretense, at least. Syanne had the sneaking feeling the Bill had put her up to it, seeing as he whispered something to her just moments before the invitation. 
 
She shut the door behind her and sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror. There was a bit of a blush on her cheeks, even more than the usual amount that she put on using makeup. What was this feeling stirring inside of her? It felt… good, but wrong. It wasn’t something she had ever felt during her relationship with her boyfriend.
 
* creak* 
 
The water slowly began pouring down. Syanne had a routine for her shower, and it was fairly long. That was partly why she offered to let Sydney go first. 
 
“ ...ah… oh…” 
 
Syanne perked up. What was that? It sounded like it was coming through the walls.
 
 “oh!...OH!... MASTER! PUNISH ME! USE MY SLAVE HOLES… I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!” 
 
Syanne blushed. She couldn’t even escape from them even from all the way in here! Bill’s voice also made its way through the hotel walls, but his tone was much stricter and quieter, so it was difficult for Syanne to make out exactly what he was saying. She thought this to be for the best.
 
“ ...AH!... FUCK… ME… mASTER!...” 
 
Sydney sounded so happy despite being with a gross guy like that. Syanne felt unsure. Instinctively, her hands began to reach down to her lady parts. A finger made its way into her folds and she gently started to prod inside. She leaned her head against the shower wall to stabilize her weak legs. Why was she doing this? When she imagined Bill’s hard, long cock compared to her boyfriend’s, it sent her into a frenzy she’d never been in before. 
 
She continued like this for as long as they had sex, which was a very long time. Syanne forgot all about her regime for the night as she focused on pleasing herself. She edged and edged herself, not allowing herself to orgasm. She felt that if she did, something would break inside of her. But she couldn’t help herself. It was getting close…
 
“ ...paint my… dark skin… with your superior cum… master! ”
 
It was so wrong, Syanne thought as her fingers rubbed herself in a flurry. Right as she teetered the edge, the noises stopped. It looked like they finished. Syanne kept masturbating long after the noise had died down but without the added stimuli, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get off anymore. 
 
Fine. This was fine. It was probably for the best. Syanne, reaching a sort of half post-nut clarity, was mortified at the fact that she was fapping to her friend having sex with a racist white man. She quickly wrapped up her shower, not even bothering to finish her routine, and left the restroom. 
 
Right as she did, she bumped into Sydney apparently coming back from her nightly duties. Syanne gave her a look over, a little bit in disbelief. Sydney’s sleek hair was all fuzzed up with sweat and other liquids. She held her clothes in front of her to cover her private regions, but even at the edges and the gap Syanne could see the exorbitant amount of cum that was plastered across her torso. Bill delivered on his promise to dye her white, it seemed. 
 
“Oh, you’re done? Perfect, I, uh, had something to do so I might need to go again,” Sydney laughed. Syanne just dumbly nodded.
 
“With Bill?” Syanne blurted out, surprising even herself.
 
“Sorry?”
 
“Did you, um, go over to Bill’s?” Syanne repeated, flushed.
 
Sydney looked at her coyly. A grin crept on her face. She sensually, slowly walked over to her, getting close enough to kiss. Bill’s stench was emanating from Sydney, incredibly overpowering all of Syanne’s senses. Her lips moved past Syanne’s mouth (Syanne didn’t move away) to her ears and whispered to her.
 
“I’m open to sharing.”
 
A sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. That was all Sydney said before she got back into the shower. 
 
When Sydney finished, the two of them found themselves in the same bed, though it was looking to be a long night for Syanne. Neither one brought up what the other had talked about. Sydney was gently snoring next to her while she lay on her back, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling above. It was certainly impossible, but Bill’s scent seemed to linger in the air, driving Syanne mad. Just ten minutes after Sydney had dozed off, Syanne couldn’t take it any longer. She got up and walked over to the next room.
 
* knock* *knock* 
 
“Come in.”
 
He was still awake. She turned the unlocked knob and walked in. Bill greeted her by lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, massive cock erect. 
 
Syanne stood there, unsure as to what to say. Luckily for her, Bill was used to situations like this.
 
“What are you waiting for?”
 
—
 
Syanne slobbered her thick, luscious lips over Bill’s cock as though there was no better treat in the world. Bill groaned as he felt her plump mouth wrap itself around his tip, smoothly making its way up and down as if it were a prime sex sleeve.
 
“Good God, those lips were made for sucking,” Bill complimented. Syanne doubled her efforts in response, slurping and choking herself willingly on his dick. 
 
“ GLUHK! GLUHK! GLUHK! ”
 
The sloppy sounds of her slick throat filled the room as Bill’s cock repeatedly pushed past her throat. Each time Syanne lifted her head webs of thick saliva mixed with pre-cum would dangle from her lips to the cock. Eventually, stimulated beyond degree, Bill tightly gripped her hair.
 
“Stretch your eyes open for my load,” Bill insulted, ignoring that Syanne didn’t fit the caricature of having small eyes. “It’s the best thing an Asian like you is ever going to get in her life.”
 
Syanne looked at him, eyes widened to make contact with his. Her long, coiling tongue spilled out past her posh lips, ready to get painted by his seed. Bill used his other hand to move his cock into position before ejaculating all over her dainty face. 
 
“F-fuck!”
 
Syanne moaned profusely at the churning liquid making its way onto her face. The semblance of a delighted smile could be made out underneath the heavy load of cum Bill left on her expression. It was no wonder Sydney licked the back of her hand earlier without hesitation; Syanne couldn’t imagine anything better she could receive as a yellow bitch.
 
Bill didn’t move from his spot even after he dropped a fat nut on her face. He still had plans for her in this position.
 
“Now turn around and twerk on my cock. I want to see that ass.” 
 
“Y-yes, sir.”
 
Syanne was unfamiliar with twerking, but she had seen it before. She’d just never done it. Hesitantly, feeling conflicted between following Bill’s commands and not wanting to do a poor job, she turned around and started bouncing her ass on his cock.
 
“They should just teach this to all of you orientals,” Bill strung along while watching Syanne struggle to keep up. Her legs were already feeling like jelly just two minutes in. “It’s all you people are good for in America, anyways.” 
 
His comments were unfairly pervasive considering the pleasure he was feeling from her less-than-ideal riding. Even though Syanne wasn’t proficient at her job, her fat ass more than made up for it. Bill wasn’t the type to just let some Asian skank finish him off, though. Once he reached the boiling point, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around onto her stomach. 
 
“Cheating ass bitch, you fucking Asians jump around from guy to guy, it's no wonder you guys always got some harem thing going on,” Bill grunted as he thrust into Syanne’s fat ass. Her head was planted firmly into the pillows hard. It was a wonder she was able to get any air at all. He pinned both of her hands back with one arm, leaving the other free to slap that jiggling rear. Syanne was a woman that looked best completely naked, no lingerie to get in the way of her glorious ass. The other sluts he had fucked were sexy and all but Syanne was a different breed. She was curvy in all the right ways, with an ass that would put those female rappers to shame. 
 
“I didn’t know they made people like you so damn sexy and curved,” Bill complimented. “You’re always hella skinny.” 
 
Syanne agreed profusely. “I was bred for a huge white cock. My boyfriend could never reach as far as you.” Her voice was greatly dampened by the material blocking her airway, but still intelligible nonetheless.
 
“Damn straight.” Bill slapped her ass hard. Syanne yelped as her back arched further, showing her innate talent as a bitch in heat. “It’s not even really cheating when you got a guy like that.”
 
Syanne said nothing although she internally agreed. All she could focus on was the glorious, superior dick that was sliding in and out of her. She had never felt anything like it before, and it was breaking away at her sanity. When Bill gave her the brief slip of letting go of her hands, she opted to bring them behind her to spread her ass more for him to use. 
 
“FUCK ME HARDER! DEEPER!” She screamed hysterically. It was no wonder Sydney couldn’t contain herself. She couldn’t see how anyone could when presented with a cock like this. In fact, Syanne respected Sydney for only letting out soft moans at first. When Bill fucked her, it felt like her virginity was being taken away a second time. 
 
“Gotta use all of your assets,” Bill muttered, still roughly pounding her without reservation.
 
Bill turned her over and began fucking her again. His hand wrapped around one of her massive tits as he went down to lock lips with her. Syanne was surprised at the normally romantic gesture, but it was different when Bill did it. Kisses with her boyfriend were pleasant and short. Kisses with Bill felt like a violation. It felt like he was taking her, using her, abusing her. And she loved it. Her eyes rolled back as her arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. Her legs followed suit, locking him down.
 
“BREED ME!” Syanne deliriously shouted. “KNOCK ME UP SO I CAN RAISE A WHITE BOY!”
 
Bill would normally go on for longer than this, but who was to decline a woman’s request? Especially when the woman was so aware of her lowly position as an Asian sex slave. 
 
“Thank me whore,” Bill slurred, “I could go to Thailand, knock up a bitch like you, and they’d be paying me for bringing in better genetics.”
 
“THANK YOU SIR! I’M JUST A FUCKTOY FOR YOU TO FILL UP WHENEVER YOU WANT!”
 
“Time to fix the declining birth rate,” Bill said ignorantly, unaware that Syanne wasn’t from a country with one. He grabbed onto Syanne’s round, firm asscheeks under her and pushed up, exploding inside of her. Although the amount was less than the amount he sprayed on Sydney earlier, due to the consecutive ejaculations that he had gone through all day, it was more than enough to completely fill up her womb. Excess liquid seeped out of the linings between Bill’s cock and Syanne’s pussy, coating her ass with a sleek shine. 
 
Syanne loosened her hold, sprawling out like a wind-up doll that reached its ending. She spasmed every so often, cock drunk from the feeling of holding Bill’s seed. 
 
“Your ass is fucking massive,” Bill commented. “Break up with your boyfriend. I won’t get with you but I’ll call you when I want.”
 
The proposition wasn’t in her favor but Syanne had already agreed to his term halfway into her womb being splattered with thick, heavy semen. Her boyfriend only dished out a small, watery amount. 
 
“Yes…sir.”
 
“I reckon I’ll get you properly trained soon enough,” Bill grunted, “Let’s get your other hole introduced to me before we end the night though.”
 
Syanne eyebrows furrowed as she realized what he meant. She had never let anyone down there, much less her boyfriend. How would she–
 
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!”
 
Her lips puckered as her abs tightened, gasping for air at the sudden impalement. Her hands reached around her to grip the sheets, nearly tearing them, as her body vibrated. 
 
“What, never taken it anal?” Bill huffed. “With a body like yours, you had to have been tossed around in your homeland.” 
 
Syanne was born and raised in America, but she didn’t have the will to correct him. She was simply struggling to not pass out at the sheer mass that was stretching out her asshole. She could feel her walls expanding to accustom themselves to Bill, her body turning into a sack of flesh designed to wring as much cum out of him as she wanted in every slutty way possible.
 
“Let’s get that second hole filled up.”
 
It was a mind-breaking sensation, feeling cum splash inside Syanne’s anus while she was already carrying such a heavy load inside of her womb. Her survival instincts seemed to kick in as she tried to get away. If she fucked him any longer, she’d turn into his slave bitch forever.
 
Syanne rolled over to the side of the bed and attempted to get up. Bill caught his breath, leaning against the head of the bed. 
 
* splat* 
 
A small puddle of cum fell to the floor as she stumbled, legs weak from a pounding she had never experienced before. Suddenly, the door opened, and in came a familiar face. Sydney walked to her and shushed Syanne’s whimpering empathetically, leading her hand-in-hand back to the bed. Syanne nervously gulped, staring at the still-erect cock.
 
“The walls are thin,” Sydney winked. “Congratulations on being another slave to white cock.”
 
With that, Syanne succumbed to temptation, forgetting forever about trivialities such as her boyfriend and her original identity as they continued on into the night.
