Chapter 5 - Halloween Bleaching

Midnight
 
“Cheers!”
 
Clinks of plastic red Solo cups resounded (pitifully) through the house, though it was hard to make it out with the body-thumping music. Another streamer party, and yet the circumstances were so different. 
 
Bill made his downstairs, hand upturned to help his woman trot downward. Sydney’s arm was busy holding up her dress.
 
  
 
“Dress.” The word irked him a little bit. It was too regal for someone like her. 
 
Sydney yelped as Bill slapped her ass loudly. She bit her lip and looked at him coyly while rubbing it with her glove.
 
“Show some skin slut!” Bill growled. “What, you think you’re my lady or something?”
 
The others in the building took note of the exchange but were socially aware enough not to comment on it. It wouldn’t stop whispers from enveloping the house of a small streamer no one’s really heard of before in a relationship with Sydeon. 
 
Although they had a different idea of the word relationship than Bill did with Sydney. 
 
Sydney, blushing in excitement, pulls up her skirt until you could clearly see her ass imprint from her underwear whenever she turns around. Her chest cups come lower and lower until you could see her nipples by looking down on her which, by her short nature, was fairly often.
 
“Lose the underwear, I want your bare dark ass ready for me whenever I want.”
 
Sydney looked at him in surprise, thinking to herself for a moment as to whether or not she should ask him if she should do it here, in the middle of the room, or in a bathroom. Her ingrained manners, sculpted by over two months of repeated training sessions with Bill, removed that hesitation immediately as she cooly slipped the panties around her ankle and presented it to him.
 
Others on the bottom floor looked with flushed expressions at the utterly insane act. Was it a prank? With their prior knowledge of OTV and Sydeon, probably. They didn’t comment on it, which Bill expected as he took the garment and put it into his pocket. 
 
He wore his regular outfit, not bothering to get into a costume for the Halloween party. Funnily, because of his shabby nature and dusty clothing, others viewed him as a construction worker. It was an odd costume, sure, but a costume nonetheless.
 
Before Bill and Sydney even had the chance to make the rounds, a sharp voice cut through the thick ambiance.
 
“BILL!”
 
He perked his head up and raised an eyebrow. The voice sounded familiar, but he wasn’t sure where he remembered it from.
 

 
A tiny woman emerged from a crowd of people. It was almost impressive how someone of her stature was able to shove everyone aside, but demeanor carries more power than physicality in a social space like this. 
 
She walked up to the two of them, one hand on her hip and the other up in a bitchy, popular girl gesture. 
 
Now this was a costume Bill could get behind, he thought as he gave her a quick look up and down. She didn’t have any of the conventional “assets” in her chest or ass, but the skin shown oozed promiscuity. Taking one look at her toned, flat midriff, Bill wanted to see his cock bulge inside of her. 
 
“So this is why you moved to California? To get with this fucking skank?”
 
As Bill held more obscene thoughts, they called him back to where exactly he remembered this woman. Memories emerged of seeing her curled up in a fetal position, spasming as used condoms spilled over her waist. “Got no ass on you but you’re tight as fuck for a Jap.” There was another of him stepping on her cunt as she lay flat on the ground, cumming from just the sensation of it pressing down on her. “All Asian bitches like you need is a white man, doesn’t matter what part of them.”
 
How could he have forgotten about someone like her? Well, she wasn’t really a woman to him. Maybe closer to a toy he would break in whenever he felt about it. When you get a new toy, isn’t it expected for you to forget about the old one?
 
“Er, this is my, uh, ex?” Bill questioned the word mentally. It seemed a little bit too intimate to accurately describe their time together but for lack of a better word it would do. “Emiru, this is Sydney.”
 
“I know who the fucking bitch is, Bill.” Emiru scoffed, physically stepping through into the invisible personal boundary that separates normal conversation. “What, she your new toy?”
 
Bill frowned slightly at the invasion of space. He moved his arm out and latched onto Emiru’s thin neck. She gasped and moved both of her hands to try to pry it away, but it was an ironclad grip. The frail body part was nostalgic sinking between his fingers. She was pitifully weak, it was a wonder she didn’t break before when he fucked her on the daily back in Texas. 
 
“Hey now,” Bill softly shushed, “Remember who you are. An Asian whore just barely above a hooker I could get in your country.” 
 
Emiru’s eyes bulged as repeated “I’m sorries” were barely able to make their way out of her closing windpipe. It would’ve been a frightening display to anyone onlooking if it weren’t for the fact that a huge, delirious smile plastered itself over her face. She was crossing her legs, tippy-toeing, and shifting where she stood so that her thighs were rubbing against each other. Other partiers thought they were up to strange shenanigans. 
 
It was Bill’s turn to scoff. He promptly let go, and Emiru fell to the floor in a heap. She sputtered and coughed, drooling over the floor as happily as Bill had ever seen anyone drool over the floor. 
 
She got back up to her feet quickly so as to not make a scene. Then, to quell any concerns people might really have, she moved to Bill’s other side to mirror Sydney’s position. Pushing a leg up to his waist and rubbing herself over him while purring, she tries to coax the man she knew so dearly.
 
“C’mon Bill,” Emiru whined seductively in her husky voice. There was a deep allure to hearing the boy-ish tone contorted into such a sultry sound. “I can do whatever that cheap slut can do. Come back to Texas.”
 
Sydney took all of this in stride somehow. Despite the verbal assault she was receiving, she knew better than to speak out of line, especially during a conversation her master was a part of. It was only when Bill looked at her with a raised eyebrow she recognized her cue to speak.
 
“My worthless, black body is all yours master,” she swooned without worry. “You own me. It’s your right to do whatever you want, what I think doesn’t matter.”
 
“Well put,” Bill said. He turned to look at Emiru. Her pouting face was adorable. He wanted nothing more than to defile it right then and there, but he also didn’t want to move away from this den of sirens. 
 
“How ‘bout this?” He finally exclaimed. Bill just needed a way to have Emiru move here instead so he could have all of the women he wanted, but in a way that established he was the one in charge here. “You say you can do better than Sydney over here. Prove it.”
 
Emiru was confused at first. Bill walked over to one of the cabinets in the house and retrieved a marker. 
 
“Oh!” Sydney yelped happily.
 
He had popped the cap and began writing crude, offensive remarks all over Sydney’s body. It was a little bit hard to see contrasting with her dark skin, but anyone looking directly at it would be able to make out phrases like “Dumb Slut”, “Bill’s Slave”, “Fuck Meat” and other obscenities like it all over her arms, thighs, and tits. There was even an arrow on her cheek pointing to her mouth that said “Bill’s Toilet.”
 
Emiru watched in extreme eagerness throughout the entire decorating session. It looked like she was excited about the prospect of having these adorn her as well. As expected from a former toy of Bill’s; this alone wouldn’t be enough to put her down. Bill admired his handiwork in beating sense into the formerly bitchy Asian. She looked up at him like an eager puppy as he inscribed the same terms onto her abs, forehead, and legs. He put a tally mark on her thigh, putting one down for each time he remembered fucking her. It nearly wrapped around a soft limb. “Rape Bait”, “Cheap Whore”, and “Oriental Fuck” were just some of the many terms on her body. 
 
The three of them walked around the first floor of the OTV house, Bill smugly walking with a slutty woman in an equally slutty costume in each arm. Stares of the crowd reading the derogatory comments on their skin weren’t enough to get Emiru to give up. She relished in the thought that the crowd would know that she belonged to Bill as much as Sydney did. Bill would have to up the stakes a little.
 
“Let’s get more skin showing,” Bill commanded.
 
He took off Sydney’s gloves and hat, tossing them aside onto the floor, before doing the same to Emiru’s. Since Emiru was practically already showing everything off in her Jinx cosplay, Bill made Sydney match her by taking off her skirt so that her underwear was showing. 
 
This was a small hurdle for the two women. Emiru lost hardly anything and Sydney had been so corrupted that Bill could probably have her do anything at this point. This was proven a couple of minutes later when Bill got bored of the change.
 
“Take the top off. Both of you.” 
 
Emiru looked at him with a slight expression of shock mixed with concern, nervously glancing at all the people in the room they were in. Sydney, however, without a moment of hesitation began to undo the latches on her corset to unzip it. Seeing her competitor start to strip hurriedly placed the pressure on her to do the same. Bill took these articles from them. Fun for later, he thought. Soon the both of them were topless in the middle of the crowd, placing their arms in front of their chest in order to hide their breasts.
 
“Slow on the draw there Emi,” Bill noted. “Game heating up too much for you?”
 
“No way.”
 
Emiru's voice was solid and without trembling, but her wavering face told a different story. 
 
Bill shrugged and dragged them off to continue meeting people around the house. Reactions varied from other women empowering the two sluts by praising their boldness to men looking away to not get canceled by anyone catching them staring at a view of a lifetime. Bill obviously didn’t fall under this category. Every so often he would grope their ass or tits while walking, forcing them to take their hands off of their chest.
 
Still, Emiru was holding out longer than Bill expected. Usually he didn’t like letting others see his property, but it was time to show her the difference between Sydeon and her. 
 
“Lose everything,” Bill ordered. “Get on all fours while I walk you by your hair. Both of your kind take good care of it, right? It’s like they’re leashes for me to use and walk you sub-humans.”
 
Sydney once again committed without hesitation, but this time Emiru faltered for real. Even once Sydney was on her hands and legs like a dog, Emiru hesitated on even pulling her shorts down.
 
“C–c’mon Bill, you can’t be… serious…”
 
She timidly pleaded with him, not sure if he was being serious or not. 
 
Bill didn’t bother answering her. If she had to ask, she was already out. Emiru dropped the question from her mind once she saw Bill drag Sydney by her hair up the stairs, letting everyone in the party see her bare skin and body writing clearly as they returned to their room. Sydney still moved with the little grace she was given, not allowing anyone else to see her pussy or nipples as she hid them purposefully while crawling. 
 
When Bill and Sydney came back to her room upstairs, Bill thought that was the end of it. The difference between the women was made clear with this act. It’s a shame really, but Bill knew if he ever really wanted to fuck Emiru later he could just call her up and she’d giddily be on the next flight to California. He was planning to fuck Sydney like an animal for how much of a tease she acting like before resuming the party before a knock came at their door.
 
A little bit irritated that he was getting interrupted, he opened the door with a grump.
 
Emiru stood, naked, on the other end with her hands on her hips. 
 
Bill raised his eyebrow. Maybe he didn’t break her in as much as he thought; she still had some fight left in her.
 
“Okay I know I should lose,” Emiru started, rambling to make her case, “But I think I should have one more chance. Come on, I know you’re not satisfied with this.”
 
“What would I be satisfied with?” Bill asked mockingly.
 
Emiru wavered. Her aggressive manner of speaking hid underneath it a layer of insecurity. Bill was smart enough to pick up on that.
 
“Fuck me. Master.” 
 
She added the last thing as an addendum, remembering her place.
 
“I know that I’ll do better than that bitch over there.”
 
Sydney was lying on the bed touching herself in preparation for Bill. One of her hands fondled her tit while the other rubbed her clit, both actions getting her aroused for her master. 
 
“We could try it,” Bill said like an asshole. There was a woman practically prostrating herself in front of him and he was pretending to be nonchalant about it. It was better not to let these Asian sluts get ahead of themselves. You give them an inch of praise and they think they’re your wife or something. 
 
He grabbed Emiru’s twin tails and started dragging her. She let out a gasp of surprise as she was brought down to her knees and forced to crawl forward on the floor. Sydney, already knowing what her master had planned, got down to the floor and raised her head toward him so that he could reach out and grip her weave (Bill wasn’t sure what the distinction was between it and her hair) to bring them both out to the balcony. 
 
“Keep going,” he said off-handedly to Sydney. She continued to play with herself while looking down at everyone in the backyard of the house. Bill then brought up Emiru and bent her over the railing. 
 
“Hey–!”
 
Her exclaim was cut short as Bill ripped her panties off. He didn’t bother taking the time to pull them down, already thinking that it was insulting for the Asian woman to rebel against his order to go commando earlier. 
 
“O-OH FUCK!”
 
Emiru’s screamed as Bill’s cock rammed into her pussy. She clenched her teeth in a daze, eyes blurring as she reeled from the intrusion. He didn’t give her any time to become accustomed to the piercing blows.
 
“You’re skinny as a bag of bones but you’re still a good piece of fuck meat,” Bill complimented. Slapping noises resounded as he continued to slam her narrow waist into his crotch. Emiru crumpled lower and lower with each thrust, eventually relying on the railing to keep her up.
 
The high-pitched shrill gathered the attention of the people below. They looked up to see Emiru grinding on a man topless, her blue twin tails flailing in the air. Not aware of the outright debauchery taking place, they cheered for her before resuming their activities. They didn’t know the party was getting this crazy.
 
Emiru, feeling the pressure of the watchful eyes, frantically pushed up against the railing to try to at least hide away her exposed tits. Bill’s overbearing pressure didn’t allow it. She fell back over the railing, giving everyone a nice view. 
 
“Make yourself useful monkey, eat my ass,” Bill grunted over to Sydney. 
 
“Yes sir,” Sydney said without complaint.
 
As her tongue crept into his asshole, Bill thought about how much she had morphed into his perfect sex sleeve. Even while lapping up his disgusting butt, prodding for his g-spot, Sydney couldn’t help but do it with a dreamy smile on her face. It was only a couple of months ago that the dark-skinned slut was crying while being planted face down with his cock stuffed inside of her, and now she lived to fulfill his every desire. 
 
“God, p-please, you’re going to break me!” Emiru yapped quickly. 
 
Her old form reminded him of how Emiru was acting now. Unconfident, frightened, and not equipped to handle his white cock. It made sense, he had only been with her for a week or two before attending the party which changed his life. He thought Asians were supposed to be fast learners though. Sydney was able to understand her place beneath him in under a week, why didn’t Emiru get it yet? He guessed it was her hot-tempered attitude that hindered her instruction.
 
“F-FUCK! O-OH MY GOD,” she managed to say to interrupt the steady stream of gasps and shrieks she was letting out from her rough fuck. 
 
Objectively, Emiru was going far beyond what a normally obsessed ex fuck buddy would be willing to do, but Bill’s ideas on what women should do for him were a little warped. She was still clamping down on his dick, letting out squeaky moans, and generally going along with being publicly fucked. It took some time but, with the new sensation of a tight pussy he hasn’t fucked in a while, Bill felt like cumming. 
 
“The fuck–?”
 
Just as he was going to blow his load inside of her, the stress Emiru felt from voyeurism and the intense pounding finally got to her. Her legs gave out on her and she fell to the floor. Bill didn’t bother catching her on the way down, mostly being disappointed in her instead. He reached behind him to grab Sydney’s hair, pulling it so hard she thought it would come off her scalp. 
 
“You’re up next bitch, show the oriental how it's done around here.”
 
Sydney excitedly got up to her feet. Her heels gave her an extra bit of height and, combined with being taller than Emiru, when she bent over the balcony everyone below was easily able to see her large breasts. There was still the body writing on her for all to see. Emiru watched from the ground as Sydney beamed down at the crowd below her as Bill resumed his pounding. She stared in disbelief at the streamer she thought she once knew. Her euphoric smile, constant demeaning of herself (“Yes, fuck your slave master, breed me, paint my black skin white with your cum!”), and shamelessness transformed her into someone she couldn’t even recognize anymore. And yet only one thought filled her head.
 
How could I be like her?  
 
“Fuck! You’re a damn good piece of meat Sydney,” Bill approved. 
 
“Thank you, master,” Sydney humbly replied, “But I’m just doing what I should as a white man’s whore.”
 
“Damn straight,” Bill grunted, pulling his cock out. “Now turn around and push those tits together for me.”
 
Sydney got to her knees and followed his orders. Soon enough, Bill bent his knees and pointed his cock at her chest, fulfilling her wish for him to spill his white semen all over her dark skin. The ropes and puddles of cum on her tits and face were like night and day when contrasting her complexion. All Emiru could do was watch enviously, though she knew she lost.
 
Bill walked over to Emiru and pressed his cock, still slimy with some cum, into her cheek. 
 
“Chin up,” Bill loftily told her, “Just ‘cause you lost don’t mean you’re out of the game. You’re still goin’ be my Asian sex toy.”
 
He slid his dick across her cheek to her lips. 
 
Emiru, being given the smallest bone possible, still greedily accepted it and wrapped her mouth around the rod, relishing the leftover cum.
 
Bill moaned in approval, grabbing both of her twin tails and pulling them back so that Emiru deepthroated it. Once he hit the back of her throat and Emiru started gagging on his length, he pulled out.
 
“It’s a white man’s privilege to have multiple ethnic sex slaves. You’ll get there.”
 
Emiru couldn’t help but feel her heart race from hearing the racist remark. She wanted nothing more than to hold that title. 
 
Hand not releasing from her hair, Bill grabbed onto Sydney’s as well and began walking back to the bed. 
 
“Let’s finish this on the bed then.”
 
The two women almost purred in delight as they were walked once more like animals to the bed. Bill then lifted them each up and threw them on the mattress. 
 
“You ready to try again?” He asked Emiru. 
 
She nodded. “Yes. Master.” They both knew that he was going to fuck the shit out of her regardless of her answer. 
 
Bill, now in the mood because of earlier, grabbed onto her twin tails and wrapped them around her neck, pulling it like a drawstring to constrict her.
 
“You’d never see any white woman with hair like this,” Bill scoffed, “They’re like reins on a horse or something. Fitting for a slutty brat like you.”
 
Emiru, drooling from having a noose tightened around her neck, could only deliriously flaunt her ass while trying to pry the choker centimeters out to get some breathing room.
 
“Ride me like the bitch I am,” Emiru whined, “Just fucking wreck my holes with your white cock, master!”
 
Her shrill wail burst out once more as Bill plowed down on her pussy, letting his full weight fall down to press her into the mattress. Emiru’s vision nearly blacked out as the full force of his fucking shook her entire body. It was already overwhelming for her to handle him earlier when she’d gotten used to having sex with other guys. Bill was different. White men were different. As Emiru gripped the bed sheets for dear life as her eyes went cross. Despite feeling like she was being split wide open, she continued throwing her ass back to help Bill get off faster, serving her purpose as a sex toy.
 
“Gonna cum, tighten up for me whore,” Bill demanded. 
 
“Yes master! Fill my Asian womb up with your white seed,” Emiru howled, legs kicking back as she felt herself get rutted into the bed. Warm splurts of semen splashed inside her womb as Bill granted her wish. Emiru flailed a couple more times, each weaker than the last, before the dopamine and lack of oxygen left her limp on the bed. 
 
As Bill huffed, Sydney crawled over to him. She cooed at the sight of her master finishing rubbing one out using an Asian cum rag.
 
“She did pretty good,” Sydney murmured, kneeling over Emiru’s body to swallow his fat nuts, “Lah’ed lohn’er tha’ ‘e.”
 
“Couldn’t get to her ass,” Bill complained. He turned Sydney over and laid her stomach first on Emiru. “You’ll have to do instead.”
 
Sydney purred and moved her hands to gape her asshole. With one fell swoop, he went down on her ass. Despite having her hole stretched out dozens of times by the same girthy cock, Sydney still reeled against the feeling of having a majestic white dick inside of her. Bill had no complaints but wanted her to demean herself for his pleasure.
 
“What are you?” He growled.
 
“Your slave! I’m just your slutty slave, your Black cum dump, I’m nothing more than a bitchy animal when in the presence of your white cock!”
 
Bill came once again, stuffing Sydney to the brim with his BWC as it shot streams of his white seed into her hole. Sydney moaned loudly, spasming like a wind-up toy that fell on its side. Her orgasm was so frantic it ended up jolting Emiru back to consciousness when she hit her. 
 
He checked the time. Still early in the night…
 
“One more time! I want to be your cock warmer, I won’t pass out this time,” Emiru called out, realizing what was going on.
 
“Master please~ we’re both up for you…” Sydney seduced.
 
Why the hell not? He turned them both around, ass up. He might not get the chance to get a threesome like this for a while. As he looked at the two of them in their slutty Halloween costumes, Emiru with marks around her neck and Sydney leaking cum out of her puckering asshole, he cockily grinned. All women love a good white cock.
 
—
2 am
 
“Hi Master!”
 
“Hey Bill…”
 
He hadn’t even reached the last step of the stairs on the way down to the first floor when he was greeted by two familiar women.
 
“We got here earlier but… you seemed a little busy,” said the woman with curves in all the right places. 
 

 
“I wanted to join in but knew better than to interrupt your session sir,” continued the clown who looked like a Victoria's Secret model.
 

 
On their own, they each would have garnered the attention of everybody there despite this being a party for other famous influencers and streamers. Together, they were dazzling. They emitted an aura of brilliance, of heavenly abundance. 
 
And they were both Bill’s. 
 
“Hey,” Syanne whispered, moving behind Bill to rub his shoulders. “Our boyfriends are playing a drinking game outside for the next hour.”
 
Jodi awkwardly rubbed her shoulder off on the side. She knew what Syanna was going to propose. And although Syanne was eager to get right into things, Jodi didn’t want to be so upfront about cheating on her boyfriend. It didn’t stop her from finishing the other girl’s sentence, though.
 
“Is there… anything we could do during that time?” Jodi’s voice quivered as she said it, and Bill saw her lip tremble. They were so enticing. He wanted nothing more than to bring her to her knees and shove his cock between her thick, plump lips. How good it would feel to just shove it all in there, feel her wet tongue press against it, coil around it, and squeeze. Syanne, standing next to him, tugged her top down a little bit, pulled her shorts up a little bit. The minuscule action sent her fat ass and tits jiggling, a testament to just how curvy she was.
 
He put an arm around both women, making sure to get a nice handful of their tits. A child-like delight overcame Syanne while a bashful blush spread over Jodi’s face. They were treading dangerous water. If any of the others saw this, or worse, took a picture of it, their relationship and maybe even their careers would be over in an instant. 
 
“Could we pleaseeee, go back to my room,” Syanne swooned. “I wanna do stuff for you I don’t want anyone else to see.”
 
Bill chuckled. He had just come down and he’s already going to get right back into it.
 
“You’re no better than cheap prostitutes from Nam,” Bill joked, “At least once they’re done selling out their bodies they go back to their partners. Y’all are just giving everything up for a taste of a real white man.”
 
They said nothing in response, just taking in how wet hearing it out loud made them. 
 
“Let’s go upstairs.”
 
—
 
“Y-YES! O-OH MY GOSH OH MY GOOOOOSH!” Syanne screamed ecstatically. She bounced her fat ass repeatedly on him, twisting her hips forward, pushing down deeply, gasping for every bit of air she could get, riding him to wring everything out of him. “YOU’RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY LOSER BOYFRIEND.” 
 
She was like a hyena, squatting on his dick while putting both hands down on the mattress like a sitting dog. Bill had a face full of ass while she was turned around, though it was hard to see at times since Jodi was deeply making out with him while he was being straddled.
 
They had already gone a couple of rounds, as shown by Syanne having a white shine over her lips that didn’t come from lip gloss. Jodi similarly had a necklace of jizz over her collarbone, as well as some leaking out of her pussy.
 
“His small Asian dick could never compare to this,” Syanne whined gleefully, “Thank you so much for showing me what it’s like to be bleached, all the Asian women in the world should know what it’s like!”
 
Syanne was going off her rocker, spouting terms and ideas that Bill never even had time to ingrain into her head. He heard about “bleached” before but thought it was a very Zoomer thing to say. He agreed with what she said about all Asian women needing to submit to white men, but he would go further to say all ethnic women rather than just Asian. Still, her corruption was impressive considering him only having one night with her. It’s almost as though they were latent thoughts she was holding in being released rather than anything to do with Bill’s treatment.
 
“Knock me up! Breed me!” Syanne begged. “Give me a white baby that my inferior boyfriend will have to take care of thinking it’s his!”


“Take it then fucking whore!”
 
His cum jetted up like a fountain, filling Syanne’s womb with his precious, fertile seed. Syanne fell forward twitching, joyful shocks traversing through her body. A small moan (small in comparison to the sounds she were making earlier) trickled out of her as Bill’s cock fell on her the back of her fat ass, still shooting a couple more jets of semen onto her cheeks.
 
“And you?” Bill pulled away from Jodi’s lips. “Got more for me?”
 
“Of course, master.” 
 
She took Syanne’s spot but faced forward toward Bill this time. Her hand reached under her to pull her cheeks open, preparing her for the rough fuck she knew was coming.
 
“John always wanted to do anal but I never let him,” Jodi moaned, “You took my first time that day… and I’ve never let him use it ever since. It’s your own Asian anal hole master.”
 
Her ass wasn’t as regal as Syanne’s but her cowgirl was far sluttier. She knew just how to pose to get you horny, a skill she picked up from her long time pleasing her viewers before. Jodi’s face contorted when the first inch of Bill’s pushed into her. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes tearing up, and nose scrunched, she had to consciously stop herself from just going dumb on his cock and letting her tongue fall out like an animal. 
 
“That other hooker had these too,” Bill noted, grabbing hold of her pigtails. “They’re growing on me, Asian sluts like you should always come with handle bars.” 
 
He yanked them down, causing her to collapse fully on his cock. He felt it shove past her tight walls and groaned at how good anal felt with her. Jodi’s discomfort only added to the experience as all of her intelligence got fucked out of her. Her tongue spilled out in an ahegao as she audibly started choking and sputtering on air. Being completely filled up, it felt like each breath she took wasn’t enough.
 
* PLAP * * PLAP * * PLAP *
 
Without remorse, Bill gave her no time to recover from the sudden asshole rape and pounded her like she was nothing more than a fleshlight. The tremendous thrusts coming up from his hips combined with the force of him pulling her back down made Jodi feel like she was going to split in two, and yet she hadn’t felt this good in her entire life. 
 
“BREAK ME! STRETCH MY HOLE OUT WITH YOUR BIG WHITE COCK SO THAT JOHN’S MICROPENIS CAN’T EVER USE IT, MOLD MY ASS AND PUSSY INTO HOLES FOR YOUR PLEASURE ONLY MASTER!”
 
Going as hard as he was, it wouldn’t be surprising if it ended up being the case, disregarding the impossible anatomical feat it would require to get her to be that way. Still, hearing Jodi trash on her boyfriend while deliriously being broken in caused Bill to desire to top her asshole up with cum.
 
The gap in Jodi’s attitude before and honesty now (combined with her sexy body, seriously that woman was living sex meat) gave Bill an erection like never before. Filling her up was something he had to try not to do just to enjoy the feeling of fucking her longer. The moment his focus wavered, he felt his cum welling up.
 
Jodi slumped over and fell on her side, vivaciously groaning because of her battered ass. She was leaking cum from both of her holes now, drops of it trickling down onto Syanne’s ass since the other girl was lying prone on the bed.
 
He glanced at the clock in her room and saw that the hour was coming to a close. He didn’t really care if their boyfriends figured out that the girls were cheating on them with him, but he did want to at least mark them so they wouldn’t forget who one who wore the pants in the relationship actually was. 
 
“Get up and lie on your back bitches, need you sluts to do one last thing for me,” Bill ordered, “Gotta show off to your boyfriends and everyone at the party what the best look for Asian prostitutes like you are.”
 
They tried to get up to their feet but Bill kept them down on their knees. He turned them to him and then pulled Jodi’s top up a little bit, leaving a small hole underneath her tits. He didn’t need to do it for Syanne since her crop top already had it for her 
 
Jodi’s tits already had some cum smeared over them from earlier and combined with how drenched he made her asshole, fucking her boob pussy felt as good as using an onahole. Jodi had to lean back so that Bill’s cock could slide up at an angle that stimulated him but kept her head down so that his tip would reach her lips every time he shoved his cock in between her breasts up to his crotch. He switched back and forth between her and Syanne. Because the both of them had slutty outfits that covered up the lower valley of their chest. He could be as rough as he wanted without worrying about his cock coming out. Their clothes, massive tits, and wet kisses worked in conjunction to give him a good double titty fuck.
 
“Look at me. Close your mouths,” Bill instructed quickly, favoring conciseness over dirty talk with how close he felt to cumming.
 
They did as they were told, and soon both Jodi and Syanne were looking up at him with the biggest smile they’d had all night, ready to collect their reward.
 
“Fuck!”
 
Bill shot out thick shots of cum all over their faces and hair. The batches of semen were so large they splatted over their face, actually making a noise as they landed on their features. Drops of it stuck to their extended lashes and streams of it ran down to ruin their carefully adorned make-up. None of that mattered, though, as their close-lipped smile transformed into flashing-teeth grins. They tilted their head as though posing for a picture, joyful to receive their new look.
 
“You’re finally looking like how you’re meant to,” Bill complimented. “Let’s get you back out there.”
 
They beamed and turned to the door, putting their high heels on. Watching them walk to the door from behind, Bill could see each step bouncing their curves sexily. He felt another hard-on coming.
 
Syanne put a hand toward the knob, freezing just before she reached it when a firm hand landed on her shoulder. Jodi experienced a similar gesture, biting her lip since she knew what was coming.
 
“Actually. Let’s have your boy toys wait for a little bit.”
 
—
 
“Hey we’ve been looking all around for you guys!”
 
John and Eugene spotted the women coming down the stairs. Their steps looked wobbly, and they almost fell upon reaching the floor.
 
“Woah,” John said, “Had too much to drink?” 
 
“No, we’re completely sober.”
 
He was joking around, but something about the way she responded unnerved him. He tried to wrap his arm around her but she stopped him.
 
“Sorry, it’s a little hot,” Jodi replied. “Let’s keep walking around?”
 
John slowly nodded and glanced over at Syanne and Pobelter. It looked like a similar situation was happening there. He noticed a little splotch on his girlfriend’s face.
 
“Hold on, it looks like you got–”
 
“Don’t!”
 
She batted his hand away quickly. 
 
“It’s style, babe, you wouldn’t get it.”
 
John squinted. Without beating around the bush, it really just looked like someone came all over her face. Syanne had a similar look. He laughed uneasily.
 
“I don’t know Jodi, it just looks like someone dropped a fat load on you.”
 
John’s never been the one to shy away from dirty jokes, but this one fell flat. Jodi just smiled in response. She did not deny it. He looked closer and saw a similar substance over her tits and hair. Was it giving off a musty smell?
 
She’s just playing around, right? 
 
Bill watched the two go off with his personal mark on and in them. If they were going to get any action, which they wouldn’t tonight, they’d be in for a good surprise.
 
3 am
 
“Go girl, go girl, go girl!”
 

 
A rhythmic chanting caroled around the room as Rae pranced in the center, throwing it back and pushing her hands up like it was no one’s business. She laughed once the song came to an end and moved over to the outskirts. She’d been partying like there was no tomorrow for the last three hours. Maybe it was time to take a break, get a drink or something. 
 
She looked over to the kitchen and a sense of dread washed over her. In the corner of her eye, near the entrance, was Bill. Of course she was expecting him to be here, he practically lives here with Sydney at this point, but the party had been going so well and she hadn’t seen him here all night she was just hoping for one good thing. Rae took a step back slowly. Her heart was racing, fear, lust, something else entirely, she wasn’t even sure. All she knew was that the overpowering feelings welling up inside were paralyzing her. And then he noticed her, in the midst of the crowd. 
 
Rae couldn’t help letting the rosy blush fill her cheeks, something almost unnoticeable with the vampire makeup she had on. She felt like she could feel each step Bill took toward her as though it shook the very ground she was standing on. As the gap closed between them entirely, Bill took a suave step toward her and put his arm on her shoulder. He meant it as an endearing gesture, but Rae took it as him not letting her escape.
 
“Hey Rae, how come you haven’t said hi to me yet?” Bill asked genuinely. 
 
“Oh…” Rae started nervously. “I just, you know, haven’t seen you yet.”
 
It was true, she hadn’t. But it wasn’t as though she was actively looking for him either.
 
“You should always greet your benefactor when coming to his place, don’t you think? It’s something we do in America,” Bill chuckled, thinking that the reason she hadn’t come up to him was because of incorrect traditions from an Eastern land Rae wasn’t even from. He continued on speaking about misconceptions about her country.
 
Rae completely glossed over what he said, eyes glazing over because just the feeling of his hand on her shoulder was causing some pent-up desires to reemerge inside of her. If she didn’t know it was impossible, she would’ve thought her breaths were coming out as steam with how heated up she was. Her underwear, below her silk leotard, must have been absolutely drenched as Bill continued talking without bothering to take his arm off of her. 
 
“I’ve always meant to visit one day and try out some of the hookers,” Bill thought aloud, “Heard you can get what people consider a model here to blow you for twenty bucks. Don’t really need that now that I got you and everyone else though.”
 
Bill slapped Rae’s arm and took notice of her state for the first time. Her eyes were clouded and she looked away from him. She was physically squirming where she stood, biting her lip and looking up at him so that he had a great view of her cleavage. 
 
He raised an eyebrow. 
 
“You look tired, maybe we should take a rest stop in the bathroom,” he cooly suggested. A bedroom would’ve been preferable, but Sydney’s and Jodi’s were already taken and he hadn’t gotten the chance to break Lily in yet. Plus, it would be a good reminder of how he got to be here in the first place, a sexual encounter in a public bathroom.
 
Rae gulped. Her eyebrows narrowed as she thought for a second. If she were to go,
 
“Ok.”
 
Who was she trying to kid?
 
—
 
“MMMPH! MMMMMPH!”
 
A raggedy assortment of home items bounded Rae as she was getting fucked into the bathroom door. Her outfit was nearly ripped to shreds, some of the fabric being used as a makeshift ball gag. It would’ve been easy for her to take it out if it weren’t for the fact that her wrists were tightly tied together with a pair of handcuffs Bill found as a prop for Halloween. They weren’t the cheap plastic kind either, and Bill wasn’t too concerned about the fact that when he found the cuffs it didn’t come with a key. As though that weren’t enough, he fashioned one of the handtowels in the stall to act as a blindfold.  
 
“NGH, GUH!”
 
Rae squirted all of the floor already wet and slippery with all of the slick she’s dispensed onto the tile before. She came one more time, mixing her juices and Bill’s cum together as they landed with a splash on the floor. It was a mix of his fresh spunk and spunk that was shoved deep inside of her the first time he came inside her pussy. Considering the short timeframe he took to rut her multiple times, the difference may as well not have been there. 
 
“Hookers can’t do this,” Bill commended, taking a step back after dumping his umpteenth load inside of Rae.
 
She fell to the floor in a heap, covering herself with the mixture of her and Bill’s juices. As though that smell and liquid weren’t demeaning enough, Bill pointed his cock down at her. He had quite a bit of beer tonight and hadn’t had the chance to use the restroom yet. 
 
* ssssssphhsssssss *
 
A golden stream arced beautifully in the air before falling down and coating all the parts of Rae that weren’t wet with some body fluid yet. She continued cumming on the floor, basking in the warm liquid while remaining in the fetal position. Deprived of her senses, all of the wet sensations coating her heightened. She nearly came another time from having Bill piss all over her. 
 
Bill took a handful of her long, soft (it was, at least, before he washed it with all his spit, cum, and piss) hair and pulled her toward the toilet. Rae could only crawl on her knees since her hands were cuffed. She could only hope for him to lead her on the right path. If he let go of her hair at any point, she would fall face-first onto the hard ground. Once they reached the toilet, Rae sliding over the floor like a newborn trying to crawl, he tilted her head up and pulled the cloth, dripping with saliva, out of her mouth.
 
“Open.”
 
She did, going above and beyond by sticking her entire tongue out and down. She wasn’t sure if he was going to piss more, give her a facial, or facefuck her, but she’d need to keep her mouth wide open if it was the last possibility so that her jaw could handle it. 
 
Fortunately for her, although maybe it was a whore skill Rae was picking up by learning what her master wanted, she was right. He slid his already slimy cock into her mouth, taking up nearly the entire space. Rae knew better than to have her teeth touch it on the way down and kept her maw as open as she possibly could despite the ache she was feeling in her mouth.
 
“Sydney and Jodi already know how to do this, it’s time for you to learn too.”
 
“ GLKH ?”
 
Bill helped her by having her make less conscious decisions. He wrapped his leg around her head and pulled her in all the way to his crotch. Rae got a face full of pubic hair, once again heightened because of her inability to see anything. He kept her like this, having her breath through her nose, not even bothering to move her head back and forth for a deep throat or anything. Having his cock just nestled, lodged inside of her throat, constricting down as her natural instincts try to expel it for air, was enough. Rae, never have been in this position before, panicked while trying to breathe out of her nose.
 
* knock * * knock *
 
“Are you almost done?” A voice called through the door. It was familiar. Bill’s definitely heard it before. “... I really need to pee…”
 
The cadence in which the woman outside spoke rang a bell inside Rae’s head. Bill recognized it too after that sentence. The child-like dialogue really solidified it.
 
“‘O, ‘EASE,” Rae choked, shaking her head, or at least shaking her head as best as she could for someone in a leg lock and also being near asphyxiated. 
 
The more the merrier, Bill thought. Tonight was going so well, he might as well add some new women to the mix. 
 
“Come in,” Bill responded cheerfully, “I’m just about finished.”
 
In typical Bill fashion, he left the door unlocked. He didn’t really care if anyone walked in to see what was going on. Would you be embarrassed when someone walked in on you training your dog? 
 

 
The door opened and Tina walked right on in, her usual happy expression lighting up her face bright as day. It fell almost as quickly as the time it took for her to open the door. 
 
“Ew, ew, ew!” Tina screamed.
 
It was a familiar scene, seeing Rae being abused like this. She thought that by going out, she’d be able to avoid seeing it again, but it seems to follow her wherever she goes. It was a serious sense of deja vu to have it occur in a restroom. From now on, she’d make sure to just go whenever there was no one inside. It’s obviously not working otherwise.
 
“You joining?’ Bill offered.
 
As she felt before, Tina found Bill and what he was doing to her disgusting, but a new feeling was welling up inside of her. It wasn’t the euphoric delight Rae had from being handled this way, but how she looked while she was being fucked. Even though Rae was railed and ravaged in the same way before, she still looked presentable the entire time. This was a different side of Rae. This Rae was manhandled, clothes torn apart. This Rae was dirty, a rank smell coming from her. This Rae was, to Tina, the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen.
 
Tina’s fixation on Rae didn’t go unnoticed by Bill. He traced where her eyeline was going and made his own conclusions. So she swings both ways, huh, Bill thought. 
 
“She likes it, just do what you want. Be my guest.” Bill pushed her to act on her urges.
 
Tina scowled at Bill, but didn’t say no. Timidly, as though reaching for a side of her she never knew she had, she got on her knees behind Rae and moved her hands to her breasts.
 
“ ‘INA? ‘HAT ‘RE ‘OU ‘OING?”
 
Her sentence was cut short as a jolt ran down her entire being. Tina pinched her nipples with her fingers and started kissing her neck. Rae was already having a difficult time focusing on not losing her air supply. That stimulation combined with Tina’s groping proved to be too much as her eyes rolled into her skull. Bill noticed this and decided to cut her some slack. He didn’t just bathe his cock in her throat pussy; he simply face fucked her like normal. 
 
* GLHK! * * GLHK! * * GLHK! ** GLHK! * * GLHK! * * GLHK! * * GLHK! *
 
Without warning, Rae started squirting all over the floor again. She had never been abused like this before, especially not by a close friend. When Tina spanked her ass when she started squirting, it only strengthened the force of her stream on the floor.
 
Tina gasped as she did it. She looked at her hand. Was this what she was really like? Someone who enjoyed mistreating her friends? Her hand still retained some of the warmth from Rae’s ass, and she could see the imprint of it on her brown skin. The sight of it got her hornier than she’s been her whole life. 
 
That’s another woman I’ve led to a sexual awakening, Bill thought to himself. Better capitalize while I still can. 
 
“Want her for the rest of the night? I’m basically done with her,” Bill asked Tina while not relenting in facefucking Rae. 
 
Tina glanced at Rae and saw what a pretty mess she was. She nodded at Bill.
 
“Yeah…”
 
“Do me a favor and she’s all yours,” Bill said while standing up, “Rim me while I fuck her mouth and she’s yours when I blow my load in her.”
 
Tina scrunched up her nose at the thought but wanted to get off too. And to do that, she needed Rae. 
 
“Fine.”
 
Bill stood up and turned them around so that Tina had space to stick her cute, small tongue into his dirty asshole. Tina hated the feeling and taste of eating him out, but thought it was better she did it for a white man instead of some other person. It was Bill’s white cock that turned Rae into the disaster she was now, so she had to thank it.
 
Bill heaved, thrusting forward and shoving his entire cock down Rae’s gullet. Since Rae’s outside was already a mess, and her holes were already filled with cum, he wanted to get the spot he hadn’t reached before. These Asian sluts needed white seed everywhere, and Bill wasn’t going to disappoint.

“Swallow it all slave, don’t spill a drop.” 
 
Contrary to his spoken word, he came directly down into Rae’s stomach, not even giving her the chance to spill anything. Rae let out grimy, slutty sounds as she was practically force-fed his semen. The perverted, indecent swallowing noises she made were so unlike her, that Bill couldn’t help but get another erection. 
 
Still, a deal was a deal. Tina pulled her tongue out of Bill’s asshole after he finished up and wiped her mouth. Bill used Rae’s hair as an impromptu cum rag, wiping his dirty, wet cock all over it until it was reasonably clean. The black, formerly silky hair was dotted and stiff with cum all over. 
 
“She’s all yours for the night.” Bill tipped an imaginary hat off to Tina and began walking out the door. As he glanced back, he was left with the image of Tina eating her out while Rae’s cuffed hands wrapped themselves around her neck. 
 
4 am
 
The party wasn’t exactly dying down but it had certainly thinned out a little. Bill was taking a beer break in the living room, still a touch horny after seeing what Rae had in store for him.
 
“Oops!”
 
Bill felt a splash of cold liquid press against his neck. It continued dripping down, reaching the back of his shirt and going even further.
 
“What the hell–”
 
“Oh my gosh, I’m like so sorry!”
 

 
Bill’s indignation died down fairly quickly when he noticed that it was a white woman, and a gorgeous one at that. 
 
Emma was wasted at this point. Call if fate, call it luck, call it unrefined drinking practices, but she was practically willing to sleep with anyone at this point, and even Bill’s musty smell and dirty look weren’t enough to deter her. It was a time to let loose and “girl boss,” sleeping with someone like him was a real option that drunk, partying Emma had access to. Catch these two meeting on a different day in a formal occasion, and she wouldn’t so much as even bat him an eye. 
 
“You’re completely fine miss,” Bill assured, touching up the spill with a napkin he had on hand. 
 
“I don’t knowwwww,” she replied, slurring her words with a flirty tone as subtle as a ten-ton vehicle crashing into your home, “I think I need some punishment, sir…” 
 
Emma unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the fact that she was going commando underneath. She then wrapped her tie around his neck and lifted his head up, leaving her tits tantalizingly out of sight.
 
“What do you say?”
 
The pair didn’t even make it to another room this time. Bill hoisted her over to the front of the sofa and plopped her directly onto his lap. Emma let out an amazed “ooh!” as she was lifted so easily. The men around here were usually skinny and weak, so Bill was a nice change of pace.
 
* SPANK! *
 
A loud slap echoed in the room, gathering the attention of everyone there, as Bill taught Emma a lesson. Bending her over his knees, he firmly hit her behind. 
 
Emma elatedly relished in the pain, loving the burning sensation on her ass as a huge masochist. 
 
“Tell me what you did wrong,” Bill barked. He brought her upright again and moved his hand under her skirt.
 
“I wasn’t paying attention, daddy,” Emma whined, giving him a new title. Her opinion of him grew, but still not by enough for them to interact again once she sobered up. That was something that would change once Bill unzipped his pants. 
 
Emma stared, mesmerized by the divine cock that was inches away from her thighs. As a young and carefree spirit, fear wasn’t on her mind at all. The only thing racing through that empty head of hers was what it would be like to have that inside of her.
 
Bill, having a feeling this would be the case, already pulled the panties underneath her skirt a little bit to the side to make space for his cock to thoroughly fuck her cunt. 
 
Emma looked at Bill, speechless at his nerve and his size. Were they really doing this? She had no idea what was going through his head, and it excited her. She shuffled closer to him to show her consent.
 
That was all Bill needed as he scooted her up a little bit and angled his cock forward. Emma whimpered as the tip pressed against her folds, anticipation almost knocking her up before Bill could. She slowly slid forward, allowing inch after inch after inch of it to make its way into her. Even as a renowned slut, her used cunt couldn’t handle Bill’s entire size.
 
“Oh you feel so gooooood, Daddy,” Emma whispered into his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck. Since she was riding him on the sofa, she was trying to be secretive. However, anyone looking at the scene for more than two seconds could tell what was going on, albeit would not be able to see the actual action itself because of Emma’s drooping skirt. “Your white cock fits my pussy perfectly, it feels so gooooood inside of me.”
 
Fucking a young, drunk girl was a first-time experience for Bill. Emma was as old as most of the other women he’s had in the past, but the schoolgirl outfit combined with her heavy makeup made her look like a college slut. Emma was taking it in stride. Bill had no reason to believe she wouldn’t; white women were used to the magnificence of white cock.
 
“You can cum anytime, ok Daddy?” Emma sweetly murmured into his ear. “Just knock this little school girl up!”
 
Emma continued riding him cowgirl, pulling her shirt off entirely to press her small, perky tits into his face. Everyone walking around the party at this point could obviously tell that they were having sex, but they just skirted around them when they noticed. It was reaching the late hours, it wasn’t that odd to see a hook-up happening at a big Halloween party (it was the fact that it was in the living room between a boring white guy and a woman way above his league that made it weird).
 
“Give Daddy a kiss,” Bill called out. Emma lovingly listened, going in for a deep French kiss right off the bat with a man she’d met for less than fifteen minutes. 
 
Bill accepted her offer and said nothing when he came. His hard-on from Valkyrae earlier ensured that this batch was just as thick and full as all the others. Emma straightened up her spine when she felt the first of it enter her womb like a cat getting its spine tingled. A great e-girl smile came out of her as she shivered with each subsequent rope of cum piling up inside of her pussy. 
 
“You’re so good to me daddy,” Emma whined. This was the best sex she’s ever had, and it was with a complete stranger. She was sad that it was over. “Call me sometime…”
 
“Who says we’re done? You still need proper punishment,” Bill growled. 
 
Emma went wide-eyed in surprise and Bill flipped her over onto the sofa face-down ass-up. He rutted her deep into the pillows as Emma squealed. 
 
“You’re my last fuck of the night so we’re going until morning,” Bill assured.
 
Emma felt the cock rub against her asshole, a place no one’s ever touched before despite her sexual escapades, and gulped. For some reason, she felt no anxiety, just a sense of calm. If anyone was going to take her anal virginity, she wanted it to be a man with a big white cock since it was the best way it could possibly go. She felt as though if she went along with Bill right here right now, she’d be changed forever. So there was really only one thing for her to say.
 
“Yes Daddy.”
 
—
 
Morning
 
Bill woke up to the sounds of birds chirping. He groggily tried to get up before feeling a weight on his chest. Opening his eyes, he made out the figure of a naked woman. He clutched his head in a groan. Last night was coming back to him in bits and pieces. 
 
The woman on him was Emma, but you’d hardly be able to tell if you saw her last night. Her make-up was ruined, eyeliner completely smeared and blush taken off in patches, replaced by dried semen. Her outfit had been torn off and tossed to the ground, damp with a liquid even Bill wasn’t sure about. Emma still had Bill’s cock inside of her, and he assumed it was how they fell asleep. 
 
He pushed her off and she fell in a heap on top of her clothes. A squelching sound could be heard as she made contact. Maybe there was more liquid down there than he initially thought.
 
The morning sunrise peered in through the windows, telling Bill that the time was “way too early to be awake right now.” He yawned and made his way upstairs. 
 
Looking into the bathroom, Rae and Tina were gone. The sadist probably took her back to their place and had her way with Rae until now. 
 
Peering into Jodi’s room, she was sleeping soundly with Syanne. Looks like she stayed the night. John was there too, but he was left on the ground without a blanket. 
 
“Mm, thank you master…” 
 
Jodi talked in her sleep, calling out for him before reaching for Syanne and kissing her. 
 
“My boyfriend will see Bill,” Syanne replied desperately.
 
He closed the door on that, smiling at the development. Yawning and stretching once more, he entered Sydney’s room. They were lying side by side on the mattress, although they left a space in the middle big enough to fit another person. 
 
Well trained, Bill thought to himself, as he comfortably took his place between them. 
 
And with that, he went back to bed.
 
