Chapter 14 - Backseat Fun in the Parking Lot

"Fucking gape open that tight asshole you fucker!" Sakura shouted, digging her nails into Nik's shoulders.

She bounced atop of his huge cock with reckless abandon, trying to get as many inches possible inside her tight, Asian ass. All the lube she spat and gagged onto his cock did little to stop the pain. A few years of porn did not prepare her for the monster stretching out what she thought was an experienced hole.

"You wanted it, so be a good slut and drain my balls," Nik grunted, giving her ass a hard smack.

"You're going to ruin me for anal scenes."

"I don't remember telling you to start with anal. You ruined yourself."

"Fuck, it feels too good though," Sakura moaned.

In the back seat of her car, half naked, the experienced pornstar needed her co-stars cock inside her. The handjob ignited a burning curiosity to taste the monster, to scale the Ivory Tower. Sakura bit off more than she could chew. Every thrust, every bounce painfully stretched out her ass. She accepted every inch would be impossible to physically fit inside her, so if she could scale half the size it'd be a victory.

A pair of booty shorts hung around her ankles, and a tight t-shirt started turning see-through from the sweat and heat generated in the back of the car. Nik sat there, pants pulled down, trying to match her frantic bouncing.

"I need you in me on camera," she screamed out. "Fucking hell, this feels too good. Right there, keep pistoning right there."

Nik did as ordered, keeping the same pace and power as his cock opened up her tight ass. Every thrust felt good, felt real unlike the mechanical fucking for the camera. Reaching up, Nik grabbed some of her long, luscious hair, yanking on it to her delight.

"Fucking good. Don't be gentle. I don't need a weak ass man. Make me feel the roots stretch until they strain out of the skin," she grunted.

The hair yanking kept Sakura from leaning in for a lewd kiss but at the same time delighted her more. He kept a tight rein on those locks, something she never felt in a long time.

"Japanese guys are too timid to give it to me how I like it. You're not afraid to get rough during sex, are you, stud?" Sakura moaned, not letting up on his cock.

"You wanted it like a slut, that is how I'm going to treat you, Sakura. You're some Jap hooker happy to take gaijin cash for a good time," Nik commented back. "You're not afraid now that you're getting exactly what you want?"

"Not for one instant. I won't charge you for the dent in the hood. It made me fucking wet."

Nik let loose his grip, finally allowing Sakura to plant that kiss onto his lonely lips. Hot, intense, passionate, they swapped spit in the backseat of her car like a couple of horny teenagers, hormones raging through their bodies.

"How can you fuck so good?" she asked, resting her forehead against his.

"I had a lot of good practice," Nik replied, trying not to let Anri's memory flood his mind.

"She must have been a great fuck. I don't think I'll be walking tomorrow."

Both her hands dug into his shoulders, nails trying to pierce the skin as her body shook from the imminent orgasm soon to hit. It built up slowly, starting with them making out all over the hood of her car. Hands explored their bodies over clothing, under clothing, through hair, as lips touched each other and body skin. He laid atop of her, she laid atop of him, rolling around, uncaring if a random person walked on by to enjoy a free show. Maybe they'd gawk, stare, pull out a camera or walk on by. Both cared little.

After a good, long five minutes of making out, Sakura started out the foreplay like any nasty slut did, squatting down behind the open back door, sucking off his huge cock. Long, slow sucks, taking in every inch down her experienced throat. Slut, whore, skank, all those nouns could describe Sakura. She preferred professional, learning the trade for cash. It helped when she found a man totally for pleasure, and pleasure alone, like Nik right now. Even her experienced throat did not train her, prepare her for the length and girth. The first half of the cock looked lathered, spit shined, as if it came fresh from a wet cunt. It glistened under the car park lights. 

Loud, lewd sucking echoed into the empty facility. Sakura, like during the makeout session, did not hide the intensity. Sucking the thick, white cock made her cunt drip through lacy panties. It filled her throat. In her mind she knew she could spend all night sucking him off, draining those heavy balls of load after load of jizz. The need inside her drenched cunt sent a signal to her brain to stop the oral fun, and push Nik inside the back of the car.

So that is where they ended up, her on top of him, riding away, to this moment where the orgasm hit her like a hammer. Never before did she feel an orgasm such as this one. She did solo. She did spitroasts. She even did gangbangs and trains for some films, and while she enjoyed a plethora of orgasms, something about Nik made her brain want to melt from overloaded pleasure. Was it the size of his cock? Was it his tongue flicking on her nipples? Was it one hand yanking on her hair, or the other stroking her leg? Truth be told, she did not know, nor did she care about the how, just that it happened.

Sakura plopped forward against Nik's shoulder, moaning like a whore in his ear, the same anyone would hear from a typical Japanese porno film. Even when the cameras were not rolling Japanese women moaned the same way. Weakly, she kept moving her hips, trying to stroke off the Ivory Tower with her tight, Asian cunt. Every additional sensation kept the orgasm rolling, seconds more to enjoy the new sensation.

"We're not done yet, Sakura," Nik commanded, his hips bucking upwards to keep thrusting inside her. "Don't tell me you're all talk and can only last one orgasm?"

"It's too good. Fucking gaijin cock, why did it have to be so good? Keep ramming into me. I'll milk you dry with my tight, Asian holes. Is my ass warm enough for you?" Sakura slurred out.

The orgasm ripped through her body. No fakeness, no pretend, she could barely keep herself from falling over more.

"You wanted my gaijin cock and now you got it. Don't get shy. Show me the hot shit, in charge nurse you were an hour ago," Nik complimented her. "I've got all this shaft needing some tender loving care. Are you going to provide it, nurse?"

"Fuck me, keep fucking my nasty pussy. Spear my tight asshole. I'll be the best nurse you ever fucked," she moaned into his ear. "I want it so fucking much. I knew once holding it in my hand that I needed to feel it inside me without getting paid. The salary is a bonus. Fucking right there, you fat cocked foreigner. Fuck my cunt right there. Mmmm, it feels so good. You're going to make me orgasm again so soon."

The words kept flowing from Sakura's mouth, especially after she felt a hard smack to her ass. She moaned out, enjoying the masochistic treatment.

"You like that, Sakura? You talk a lot but also want to be spanked like a naughty nurse," Nik stated. "Want your patient to spank you and fuck you as his recovery treatment?"

"Mmmm, harder, please. Spank me harder. Leave my ass red. Palm that firm ass. Grope me all over. I love it when a man fucking takes me. You want to fuck me like a nasty slut? Is this why you came to Japan, to fuck some tight, Asian cunts?"

Sakura hugged Nik tightly, moaning and talking nasty into his ear as he kept fucking her tight cunt, having slipped out of her ass to taste another tight hole. He did not cum yet despite the wonderful, gliding feeling he got inside her pussy.

"I didn't need to come to Asia to fuck girls, but where else am I going to have an easier time meeting Asian girls than in Asia?" he joked back.

Nik followed up by licking Sakura's cheek lewdly, as if to mark his territory. The act should have degraded her, made her feel like a cheap toy, but it performed the opposite. She said it herself, she loved when a man used her.

"I might keep you so I can get fucked like this all the time. Shit...shit...shit...," she moaned, fingernails digging into Nik's upper body. "I'm cumming, I'm going...I'm going...going..."

Nik smirked. Unless she acted and faked orgasming off the clock, he knew he melted her brain momentarily. He learned the subtle differences in Japanese dirty talking. In English people say coming but in Japanese they use going to mean the same thing. It can lead to some funny moments for first timers, but Nik had experience with Japanese women losing the ability to speak English during sex, reverting back to Japanese.

"Don't tap out just yet, Sakura. I've not cum. I can tell you're not the good girl type, so instead I'm going to tell you I'm fucking your cunt until I fill it full. I want to fill you up like a fleshlight, an Asian flavored fleshlight. Fuck, your tight cunt is gripping me so tightly. You on the pill?"

"Every day. Let it rip inside me. I need it too. Fill me up, stud."

"I'll fill you so you'll leak all over your front seats driving home, and have to explain to your friends who your new fuckbuddy is."

"They'll get jealous I've got a white boy toy filling me full of tireless, foreign cock. Am I your yellow fever cure, stud? This nurse's pussy writing you the perfect prescription to cure that horrid disease?"

Both moaned and grunted as they talked dirty to each other. Sometimes in English, sometimes slipping into Japanese. One extra reason why Nik got called in at the last moment to fill in for the scene. Sakura spoke English allowing for them to put on a more believable show for the interracial fans overseas. It gave an extra edge to the product for the local market too, something more taboo. Nik did his other film scenes in Japanese, and with the mask it made it hard to prove the interracial angle. Now, speaking English, it would generate more buzz in the media and forums.

"I'm going to blow my load soon. Want it deep inside?" Nik asked.

"I want every inch of it. Stuff me full. Stretch my holes so I can be the best star. No one else will take more inches of your cock inside their cunt than me."

Nik gave Sakura's ass another couple smacks. Despite sitting on his lap, lots of shaft remained outside her professional pussy. Try as she could but it hurt too much to take the entire shaft. A co-star definitely needed to help out. Both hands now gripped and pulled apart Sakura's ass, spreading her tight hole open more. It helped Nik's cock glide in and out that much easier, sending him over the edge. Grunting loudly, loud enough to escape the car confines, he shot stream after stream of hot, creamy, thick jizz into her needy cunt.

Sakura did not allow Nik the luxury of resting though, shaking her hips more to keep stroking off his super sensitive cockhead. The nasty nurse helped prolong his pleasure, showing she gave as good as she took. The extra stimulation coaxed, milked a couple more shots from his balls. More importantly, it caused a pleasurable haze to cloud Nik's mind.

Jizzing felt good. Jizzing always felt good but this time it felt like a pleasurable punch to the gut. He sucked in air, audibly, suddenly tired. He wanted to roll over and soak in the feeling, even if Sakura kept working her hips for a few moments longer to keep the pleasure going. She sensed it too, feeling and hearing his breathing, and how his hands suddenly went limp over her ass. No words left her lips to ruin the moment, only slowing her hips until they stopped moving entirely. For a couple minutes they rested there, bodies syncing up their breathing, as they came down from their orgasmic highs. Nik never felt this feeling in a long time.

X

Sakura licked her fingers, stepping out the back of the car. Copious amounts of jizz leaked down her leg. Wobbly knees barely kept her upright as she got the fucking of her life.

"I'm definitely going to call in sick tomorrow and postpone the shoot. I don't think my cunt could handle even those small Japanese cocks after I got reamed out by yours, stud," Sakura commented. "I hate to cut and run but I do have other plans to get to. You gonna be fine without me sucking off that throbbing cock of yours? Fuck, how is it still so hard?"

Nik sat at the edge of the backseat, putting his shirt back on as his pants were still down. His Ivory Tower shone from all of Sakura's cunt juices. After all the jizz he pumped into her, it deflated a little bit but still looked huge to the naked eye.

"Experience or I am a stud," Nik replied. "My car is parked nearby. I can handle getting out of here myself. Guess I'll see you around then."

"Damn right, you will."

Sakura opened the driver's door, sliding inside to get at the glove box. If Nik stood up, he'd get a good look at Sakura's ass again. So tight and firm, even though he railed her for an hour in the backseat, it had the right angles to re-inflate him to full power. Sliding back out, she stuck her hand out, holding a card.

"Here, my business card. Send me a ring sometime when you need to drain those balls. I rarely let coworkers fuck me off the clock," she winked at him. "I might have to become an ivory hunter because of you, stud."

"Stick to porn. Aren't all the cocks bigger in porn than outside the industry?" Nik rebutted.

"Sure, but I burn out my coworkers too quickly. I said it before, they can't handle I'm a mouthy slut. Japanese men want their women to lay back and moan. I'm too bad for that."

"Right...thanks."

Nik stood up, his cock flopping around before pulling up his pants. He noticed Sakura couldn't keep her eyes off it.

"Should I let the powers know you want to co-star with me for a full movie then?" Nik asked. "I keep scaring off some of the talent they had me fuck so far."

"Find me the right script, stud, and we'll work our magic for the silver screen. Don't jerk off tonight thinking of me. Call me instead."

Making a call sign with her hand, Sakura winked then got into the driver's seat. Nik shut the back door before heading off to his own car. Each step pressed into the hard cement with a renewed freshness and bounce. Part of the despair inside him lifted. Not much but even a small ray of light cut through the depressing darkness. Finding his own car, he got in and drove off back home, tired and needing sleep.

X

Sitting in the small restaurant, Nik gobbled down his second bowl of rice and pork. Fucking Sakura after doing the porn shoot made him hungry. He needed to keep up his strength with the hard schedule coming up. One rumble down, and one more coming up, he hit the weights hard between sessions at Barbaydas' dojo. He had years of fighting experience to catch up on.

Barbaydas scared the shit out of Nik sometimes. The guy talked tough but could actually back it up. He acted like a movie drill sergeant, barking away like a mad man, but when challenged he put people in their place. One sparring session saw him manhandle a five-on-one situation, leaving those five, physically fit men on the ground in pain. Pinpoint strikes, sweeps, kicks, he worked mercilessly. Nik made sure to listen and learn. Nowhere else advertised battle-hardened soldiers for private training. If Musashi paid for it, he would be a fool to turn it down.

"One more bowl, please," he asked the cashier.

The small counter did not have the room for the chatty types, people looking to talk away the afternoon while eating. Busy businessmen walked in and out, inhaling their food like they'd be missing an important meeting if they chewed. Moments later the cashier brought over the fresh, piping hot bowl, slipping a new receipt next to it.

Sitting there, chewing his food, Nik noticed a few goons enter the shop. He saw the family emblems on their lapels, an instant signal they were yakuza. Casually, they sat down and ordered, chatting openly. No one else paid any attention to them, nor did they pay attention to the clientele. Without his mask on, Nik looked like a foreign teacher or tourist, just a gaijin face that'd stick out for a moment then ignored.

"The next rumble is going to be great. I can't wait for the ride to Osaka," yakuza one commented. "The road trips are always the best part of the event. The bosses pay us to go travel. Can't beat that."

"Okonomiyaki is always the best in Osaka. I'm going to gorge myself when I'm there. I know a good shop near the red light district. We can hit up the clubs too."

"Some of those Osakan girls..."

Nik listened in, curious what others thought of the upcoming fight. He hated having to read Shakespere growing up, like all kids needed to do in the English speaking school systems. However, one moment from Henry V stuck out in his mind through listening to the men speak. Without the mask no one knew Nik. He could slip in and out of conversations, listening in like a ghost, a shadow, to hear the real truth people spoke.

One disadvantage being Musashi's golden boy, a reality not ignored by Nik, was people spoke the truth and 'the truth'. Some told Musashi what he wanted to hear, or covered their discontent for fear of reprisal.

"I don't see what is special about that gaijin Yamato found. I know our boss wouldn't stoop so low as to hire strays or foreigners," yakuza one mentioned. "Does he not have any pride in his own people?"

"You're talking about the wrong person. He is a half-breed anyway. I heard his mom is Chinese, Korean, something, not Japanese that is for sure. He looks like us, and talks like us, but he is not us," yakuza two replied.

"That is for sure. We need to play nice with those fucks cause they are in the same alliance as us but why did they have to run the smut business? We would make a killing if our boss had total control of it instead of the gambling zones."

"He even hires foreigners for his films. He caters to outsiders. I don't get it. Shameful."

The cashier brought the food to the two gentlemen. A civilian, he cared not about what the customers talked about. He took orders, served the food, and that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. He let them talk as long as it remained just that, talk. Nik kept eating and listening, picking up every juicy detail, every line of gossip. He slowly ate the last bowl, milking it without making it obvious he wanted the gangster conversation as dessert.

"He did smash up those Osakan fucks during the last rumble though, and I hear he got a Muramune," yakuza two stated.

"How'd you hear that? A Muramune? Our lieutenant tried five years to get one of those irezumis. Never got a single whiff, always rejected immediately. How'd the foreigner get one of them? This country is going into the shitter if the legendary Muramune is degrading his work by tatting up foreigners."

"It is what the guys were saying after drinking it up with the Yamato boys after the rumble. One or two fought next to the gaijin. Roid rager, he put pro wrestling moves on the Osakan leader like some kind of TV special."

"We don't need him. How hard is it to lift some pieces of metal and put them down?" yakuza one scoffed. "You lift the bar then put it down, lift up then lower it. Nothing to it."

"I wonder if the Highlander will hear about him?"

"Shit, right, I forgot about that wacko. Honestly, I think our lieutenant is lucky to get rejected for that tattoo. It is more hassle than it is worth if needing to deal with a psychotic like the Highlander. He drank the Kool-Aid way too much that guy."

"If he shows up for the next fight, we won't need to deal with him at least. Let the foreigner be a fucking decoy for us to get that guy off our backs. We lost the last few fights cause he showed up in our zones. I'll be happy to get a win so the lieutenant will cut us some slack."

"Highlander?" Nik thought to himself. "Who the hell was that?"

X

"The fucker has a Muramune. No way can we allow a maggot like that to show up and wreak havoc on our streets," the fat man said.

"We don't have a choice of him showing up but we can break his face the moment he steps out of the car. He only won last time because he roid raged. Where did the Yamato clan find a gaijin to join their dumb ranks?" the skinny man replied.

"Their leader is a half-breed so of course he'd sleep with fleas. The guy is a pimp. Probably whored his girls out to him. Why else do foreigners come to Japan? Bunch of losers can't find women in their own country so they come here to raid ours."

"We'll make sure the moment he steps foot on Osakan soil, no one will give him a second look after we're done with him. I bet he wears that mask because he is ugly as a truck, so ugly not even his mother could stand to look at him as a child."

The pair of yakuza laughed. They were sitting in a bar inside their clan territory in Osaka. Both had gotten the shit kicked out of them during the rumble in Nagoya, and by the look on the bartender's face, they did not shut up about it since they returned.

"Another pack of ice?" the bartender asked, cloth draped over his shoulder.

"Make it snappy. I'm going to give that gaijin fucker all this pain back at him."

"Times two!" the skinny man added.

"The next rumble is soon. I'm going to get all the sleep I can get to be at full power. I should go see the girls too."

"Good idea."

"Didn't you mention how the gaijin was a loser for coming to Japan to get girls?" the bartender observed, cleaning glasses with his rag.

"What was that?" the fat man asked, aggressively.

"Yeah, what was that?" the skinny man added.

"Nothing, just talking to myself."

"Come on, we are going to pay the girls a visit to tend to these wounds," the fat man ordered.

"Right behind you."

The bartender looked at the pair leaving, letting out a small sigh. Another man in the bar placed his empty glass on the counter, sitting down on the stool.

"Tell me more about this new Muramune..."

X

"Thanks for the short notice call up," Musashi commented, waving Nik over to the empty chair.

"It got me out of the apartment. A handjob is nothing. I sat there and did nothing but breathe. I'll have enough energy for the rumble coming up."

"I thought so. You've got an open mind," Musashi continued, tapping his head. "Before I give you the details of the rumble, I heard you hit it off with Sakura."

"Are we a bunch of high school girls sharing notes?" Nik responded, defiantly.

"Now, now, just two guys talking about girls. She is a fiery one. Every film the sales get better and better. If we see good results from your cameo, expect a whole film paired with her."

"It is a means to an end."

"Is that what people call backseat fucking these days?" Musashi smirked.

"What are you talking about?"

"I own the parking lot attached to the studio building, Nik. Don't be dense. I don't plan on spying on you, but when you so blatantly makeout like horny teenagers against the hood of a car, then slip in the back, it is hard for the camera not to catch the action, well, in action."

"Nothing saying I can't have any fun."

"Right!" Musashi suddenly shouted happily, smacking the table with his hand. "I tried setting you up with Madaonnas and college girls to no avail. You could have told me you wanted a porno girl to help ease your troubles."

"It is not like that," Nik sighed.

"Fill me in. You two steamed up the car for an hour, off the meter. Get her number, her real number?"

Nik hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

"The truth?" he asked.

"Always. I like it straight-up. I had a picture of Paula Abdul on my bedroom wall."

"I didn't want a pity fuck smelling of your wallet."

"Can't get more straight up than that," Musashi smiled. "You think I would have paid some of my workers to seduce and fuck you?"

"Maybe, or maybe I'd charm their panties off without the help. Point is, I didn't want the thought, even for an instant, that it'd be fake. I'm fucked in the head and what I need is a piece of realness. I need to know one hundred percent those moans, the nasty words, every grunt is authentic. Sakura is a pornstar. She gets paid to fuck. She can get fucked any time she wants, so yeah, it felt good to feel wanted even if only for a good lay."

"For the record, I'm never paying your whore bill. The account I set up for you can pay for it. Any woman I say wanting to ride your money maker is one thousand percent legit. Just don't break the goods, yours and hers. You've got a lot of money to make for us."

"You're not pissed I insulted you?" Nik asked.

"That is what you consider an insult? You've never seen Ryuji and me debate policy. He makes me feel like I got the tooling. Look, I don't need a sycophant, Nik. We both know the game. Now, with the girltalk out of the way, here is the deal for the rumble. I hope you enjoy road trips because we're going to Osaka, and you better fucking believe it will not be a warm welcome."

"The same assholes as before?"

"Definitely, and don't think for one moment they have not put a target on your head. The new golden boy, some gaijin who wants to play yakuza. You humiliated one of their lieutenants. You think they'll roll over and take it? Not on their turf. Expect a lot of resistance."

"I'd expect nothing less, it is their home turf after all."

"Be careful though, there will be tougher competition. A lot easier to get the heavy guns to show up on the home court than needing to travel by convoy cross-country. Not everyone in the organization enjoys these pressure valve moments. However, they'll need to make an appearance to save face."

"Do you get to fight this time, or are you going to sit on a chair and overlook the procession with a fan?"

"Always the teacher, no, I won't be sitting down to enjoy the show. Ryuji and I will be talking shop with our counterparts from Osaka. We're too high up the chain of command to get our hands dirty, but it is still a good opportunity to discuss business and hash out any grievances."

"Do I get another busted car?" Nik laughed.

The joke caused Musashi to laugh too before reaching into his pocket for a card.

"See this card?"

"I see it but I can't read it."

"You ensure victory over your zone and this card is yours."

"And that is?"

"A surprise."

"What if I don't like what the surprise is?" Nik retorted.

"Trust me, you'll love this surprise. Enough talk of incentives though. I have every faith you'll handle it. You've got the same crew as before, and I know they'll be up for the challenge. They saw what you can do and know you're in it with them. You're one of the team after that."

"One of the team..."

"Oh, before I forget since Ryuji is not here to break the news. Got another Ueno wife for a video after the rumble. Hot thing, great rack, and no clue how she fell for the loser who stuck her with the bills. Your Ivory Tower, as we're trademarking, will have a real bust for some paizuri action. I know, I know, I gave you total control over these types of films but a little friendly advice."

"If she has the gear to handle it, got to give the fans the obvious. How good does she look?" Nik asked.

"Like I said, a beauty. Pretty face. Tits to die for. A sweet ass. Perfect porno material. Don't worry, enjoy the fun and make money at the same time."

The pair talked shop for the next while before Nik left. He never traveled to Osaka before but he did not expect to do much sightseeing on this trip. Mentally, days were checked off during the week to maximize his training schedule with Barbaydas to be at peak performance for the rumble. He intended to win again, and a piece of him looked forward to it.
