Chapter 1 - Ai Hayasaka Blackmailed

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 


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Tags - Blackmail, Interracial, Original Character, Bondage, Dubcon, Threesome, Harem, MILF. 
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Shuchi’in Academy is widely recognized as one of the top establishments for education throughout the entire country of Japan. It is not outlandish to claim that each and every single one of the students that attended were remarkable in their own way, or are the son or daughter of some of the most important people in the country. 


That is precisely why any and every achievement earned at this prestigious school was astounding. For the first time in the school’s history, a foreign exchange student had climbed the ranks and joined the Student Council, assigned to the role of “General Affairs”. A school where the middle class and outsiders were treated like rejects couldn’t deny the man’s talent. Even if there were people that had a problem with him, his intimidating appearance generally rendered anyone that would give him trouble silent. Coming from a rich family overseas in America, with his parents having made connections in Japan through business, the young man didn’t look anything like his fellow students. Foreigners in general were scarce in the elusive school, and he stood out for a myriad of reasons. For one, he was built like an athlete, burly and muscular while also standing at a towering six feet and six inches tall. Even where he was from, he was considered large. At Shuchi’in Academy, he felt more like a giant. The dark complexion of his skin stood out alone, but despite his differences he was warmly welcomed by his fellow students. 


One fateful day, he’d accidentally forgotten the keys to his house back at the student council room, and unfortunately had to make the trip all the way back and recollect his belongings after school hours. He didn’t live conveniently close to the school, and he’d stayed over later to complete his student council duties. 


“This sucks, I’m gonna kick back and relax once I finally get home.” he sighed, opening the grand doors towards the Student Council Room, which for some reason had already been unlocked. The doors swung open, and he instantly made eye contact with an unfamiliar face.


“Huh?”


“Ah.”


Nobody was supposed to be in the room, and yet there was a mysterious woman wearing a skintight catsuit in front of him. The youthful lady was a beautiful blonde with a captivating set of blue eyes, although the student council was filled with cute girls, whoever she was belonged right up there with him. Her fabulous curves and slender waist were accentuated by her tight-fitting outfit, and he couldn’t help but check her out before questioning what she was doing. 


“U-Um, why are you sneaking inside of the Student Council Room? Are you trying to steal something?” he asked, seeing that Hayasaka was currently searching through some shelves.


“Well, I wouldn’t say that I’m here to steal something.” responded the woman.


“Are you a student here?” he asked, noticing that they seemed to be around the same age. 


“I am… My name is Ai Hayasaka. I’m a second-year student.” 


The air was awkward between both of them, namely because of the fact that he wasn’t sure if he should scold her or not for whatever it was that she was doing. Hayasaka didn’t expect a man built like a bodyguard to catch her red-handed, in the middle of taking up a tedious request that her master Kaguya Shinomiya thrusted upon her.


He wasn’t exactly the righteous type of person that was going to immediately report her to the schools authorities for infiltrating the Council Room, but that possibility existing is what made Hayasaka become weary. Although she was an expert at lying and putting up a front, she couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by the huge hunk looming over her as he walked in the room.


“You could get into a lot of trouble… If someone found out about this.” he mentioned, although his intentions weren’t harmful, it came off his deep manly voice as a threat. Hayasaka flinched and realized the potential danger this could have on her school life and her job. 


“W-Wait, please don’t tell anyone.” pleaded Hayasaka, dropping her cool attitude for a moment, the severity of the situation causing her to panic a smidge, enough to rely on her other cutesy personality that she’d adopted around her school friends.


“!!….”


Hayasaka was an attractive woman, his heart skipped a beat from her display. Although he didn’t originally have any plans on blowing her cover, on a whim he felt the need to subjugate her, or at least tease her that way. 


“I won’t, if you tell me the truth, and why you’re in here.” he asked, standing right next to the pretty blonde. There was always the option of violence to silence the man, but standing right next to him, even Hayasaka wasn’t confident in her ability to take him down. With a disappointed sigh, Hayasaka came clean and confessed the reason why she was searching through the Student Council’s room.
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Hayasaka figured that honesty would be the best policy to avoid worsening the situation any further, and she came clean about the silliness of the entire situation. Although she asked him kindly not to repeat what he was about to hear, Hayasaka told him all about the fact that her real job was to work as a personal maid for the vice president Kaguya Shinomiya. Her identity was to be concealed, and at school the two wouldn’t be seen as nothing more than acquaintances or friends. It was a necessity, or else he wouldn’t believe the fact that she was actually scavenging through the President’s belongings for any signs that he was meeting other women, it was nothing more than a childish request by her master that was overreacting to nothing yet again. 


“Y-You’re a maid for the Shinomiya family?” he repeated, exasperated. He didn’t expect that a fellow student could be working such a job, and an important one at that. Although he was relatively new, even he could understand the type of power that Kaguya’s family possessed. Still, it was a huge blunder that she was caught, and the catsuit get-up was supposed to conceal her identity, but Hayasaka removed the mask because of the hot temperature in the room, causing her to sweat. 


“Yes. I take it that we’ll have no more problems then, correct? I’ll go home now, and we’ll both go our separate ways.” 


“...”


He’d never held such perverse thoughts before, but he couldn’t shake off the temptation to take advantage of his newly acquired knowledge. Ai Hayasaka was one of the sexiest women he’d ever seen, and even though he wasn’t inexperienced when it came to women, considering that he was a relatively handsome guy, tall, strong and muscular, there were tons of ladies that were interested in men like him, he couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused just talking to her. It didn’t help that her clothes inadvertently showed off her shapely bum as well as her nice rack. He wasn’t the type of scumbag that wouldn’t feel some level of guilt for what he was about to do, but he couldn’t help the urge. 


“Nah, not yet. I agreed not to tell anyone that you had broken into the Student Council room, I never agreed that I wouldn’t tell anyone that you’re working as Kaguya Shinomiya’s maid.” he said, just moments after Haysaka took a step past him.


“What?...”


“You heard me.”


“...”


“Fine… What do you want?” she asked, flinching slightly when his eyes were already hinting at the answer. The power and control that he had over this woman was making him act irrationally, Hayasaka highlighted the importance of the fact that her identity wouldn’t be leaked to others. 


Instead of speaking what was truly on his mind, at the very least he redeemed himself somewhat by toning things down a notch. 


“If you agree to help make my stay here at Shuchi’in more enjoyable, then I’ll keep your secret.” the sexual implications that this had didn’t go unnoticed, and Haysaka shook slightly. 


“Make your stay more enjoyable?... What exactly do you want me to do?” 


“Just like with Kaguya, I’d like for you to listen to whatever I ask of you. In a way, you’ll sort of become my maid, except you won’t be living with me.” he said, reminding Hayasaka of her position by merely staring down at her. Even if he wasn’t trying to appear frightening, he was way too big to appear anything but scary when making demands like this. 


Hayasaka wasn’t dense, although she was a complete novice when it came towards actually sharing any sort of relationship with a man, the implications were glaring. Her friends loved to gossip, and as a result she was far more knowledgeable for a virgin than most girls were. The way that this man looked at her, and the faint signs that he demonstrated when subtly licking his lips while eyeing down her voluptuous figure as if she were prey, Hayasaka had a feeling that these requests weren’t going to be anything as trivial like the ones she would receive from Kaguya. 


“I bet some of my friends would kill to switch positions with me right now.” muttered Hayasaka to herself, having overheard their conversations about that “hot foreign student” that transferred. He couldn’t help the fact that he stood out amongst the crowd, it was the first time Hayasaka had ever seen a black man in person, combined with the fact that he was pretty good looking, he was pretty popular with the ladies, although none of them had the courage to approach him. 


“Hmm?”


“I-It’s nothing. I’d rather not have the whole school find out about Kaguya and I, so I guess that means I have no choice but to accept your offer, no matter how crazy it might be.” shrugged Hayasaka, pulling out her cellphone and handing it out to him.


“Add me on Line, we’ll keep in contact that way. Please remember that I’m quite the busy person, I’m always working on a schedule.” said Hayasaka, hands on her hips as she couldn’t believe her absolute failure of a mission. The tall black man entered his contact details and returned the phone, unable to hide the grin forming on his face. It was almost too good to be true, it was just like one of those perverted fantasies in porn, except for him it was real life. 


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The day after, at the school rooftop…


Hayasaka didn’t respond to his text messages from the previous night, mainly because they didn’t contain any orders. At this point in their relationship, she felt no need to respond to him unless necessary. After all, it would be odd to have a friendly relationship with a guy that was essentially blackmailing her. She kept to her word, however, and when he texted her to meet him at the roof of the school in the middle of class, she excused herself with the excuse of going to the bathroom. 


“Did you really have to call right now? We’re still supposed to be in class, you know?” sighed Hayasaka, making sure that nobody was around her to see where she was going. 


“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” he responded, deciding it would probably be better to hide the fact that he’d called her up here because he was feeling horny. It almost didn’t properly register that Haysaka agreed to do whatever he would ask of her, like a fantasy come true. 


“What couldn’t you help?...” 


“That doesn’t matter… I’ve got my first request for you.” 


“And? What is it?...” 


“....”


There was a suffocating tension in the air, and for good reason. Hayasaka once again found herself alone with the humongous foreigner that clearly held elicit intentions, constantly dangling the fact that he knew her secrets in front of her to get what he wanted. If he weren’t so helplessly horny, maybe he would have changed his mind and dropped the entire thing. It was almost unfortunate that Hayasaka was simply too sexy for him to give this up. 


“I want to touch your body.” 


“……”


“Shit, I said it.” he thought, knowing fully well that there was no turning back now. 


Hayasaka was usually calm, cool and collected. There weren’t many obstacles that she’d feared she couldn’t conquer. One of her only weak points was when it came to intimate relationships with men, she’d never even had a guy friend once in her life. She had every right to hate this guy's guts, but the one saving grace was that he wasn’t some ugly, creepy slob. Still, she had a disgusted look on her face when he said that. Her face was flushed red, however. Feeling uncomfortable about the situation, she pondered for a few seconds, and crossed her arms around her chest, almost as if to subconsciously cover them. At school she dressed like a gal, with fashionable earrings and fingernails, and a wonderfully scented perfume that made her all the more alluring.


“Are you serious?” she asked, almost hoping that this was some type of cruel, twisted joke. Hayasaka fully understood the sort of thing men would do if they weren’t going to be judged or found out by other people, and what type of salacious beast they could become under favorable situations like he was. Still, she’d hoped that he was a better person than this.


“There’s no backing down now,” he thought. 


“Yeah, I’m serious.” he said, stepping up to her. Hayasaka felt like a little girl standing in front of him, his entire shadow covering her whole body. 


“You’re lucky that I don’t have much of a choice.” muttered Hayasaka, feeling her heart race wildly as she weighed the consequences of refusing this man’s request. 


If people knew that Hayasaka was Kaguya’s maid, they might try to exploit their relationship for their own personal gain. They might see her as a way to reach Kaguya, her mundane school life would become troublesome. The fact that their connection wasn’t out in the open allowed her to carry her tasks out with less trouble. There were a plethora of roles and identities that Hayasaka had, revealing one of them might cause a ripple effect with the others. Maintaining silence was best, and she had no other choice but to grit her teeth and accept her impending fate.


“So you’re ready?” he asked, practically panting like a horny beast, his hands already reaching out to grope her.


“J-Just for a few minutes. I’ve never been touched by a guy before, so… Not a word to anyone else, either.” 


“You do know that I’m the one in control, right?”


“Yes, but… Tsk… Whatever, just hurry up.” conceded Hayasaka, dropping her arms and keeping them to her sides. The way everyone else talked about him, they made him out to be some sort of saint. He was popular with the guys because he was outgoing, funny, and good at sports. The girls on the other hand found him hot, with a few of them expressing their interest in black guys. Hayasaka’s perception of him couldn’t be more skewed, seeing him as the type of sleazebag that would do whatever it took to get what he wanted.


He was always a big guy, and his enormous black hands easily cupped Hayasaka’s soft breasts. She jumped slightly at the contact, and tried to avert her gaze, trying her best to remain totally motionless. They were standing so close to one another, and his thick fingers lightly squeezed the supple flesh of her clothed tits. With his thumb, he rubbed along the underside of her boobs, unbuttoning her shirt to see more of her cleavage pop out. 


“A-Ahn!~…”


“That’s quite the feminine voice you got there, not like how you normally talk.” he teased.


“Shut up…”


Hayasaka stood perfectly still as he lifted her weighty jugs, seeing them drop and the ensuing jiggle. His slacked trousers began to form a noticeable bulge, never once had he ever been this turned on from merely touching a woman’s body. The longer he fondled her, the more his confidence grew, and the more daring he’d get. Squishing her firm tits with more firmness, he made her squeal while he began to tease the area where her nipples might be with his fingers. 


“Are you enjoying this?” he asked.


“No, I’m not.” mumbled Hayasaka, breathing heavily and trying her best not to make eye contact with him. 


“I see, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure at some point, you’ll learn to start loving to spend time with me.” he growled,  grabbing her by the hips and turning her around. Of course, Hayasaka was wearing a short skirt, meaning he couldn’t see what he wanted without lifting it. The cold breeze of air that Hayasaka felt when her panties were exposed caused her to yelp and reflexively pull them back down.


“That's not what we agreed on! Y-You said you were only going to touch.”


“Hayasaka… You don’t want me to tell the whole school about your little job, right?“


“Tsk… You’re really an asshole, you know that?” sighed Hayasaka, bent over against the wall submissively, this time managing to prevent herself from resisting as he held her skirt high in the air, flashing her surprisingly round buttocks. 


“I hope we’ll get along better soon.” he said, wasting no time in diving into the smoothness of her doughy asscheeks. Her premium soft skin felt delightful against his molesting fingers, and he noticed the defined shape of her rump that was most likely a result of the physical training that she did. They were both athletic bodies in their own right, and he couldn’t help but think they were a good match for one another. Perhaps if he’d taken a different approach and tried his luck, they could have formed a sexual relationship naturally. Nevertheless, it was too late for troublesome thoughts like that, and he thoroughly caressed the curvaceous globes of the blonde’s dump truck. It was something that he’d noticed when she wore that skintight catsuit, but Hayasaka was packing an ass that didn’t deserve to be hidden behind the school uniform’s skirt. 


“Have you had your fill already?” asked Hayasaka sarcastically, disgruntled as she couldn’t shake off the feeling of humiliation. Although she didn’t look like it, Hayasaka always longed for a romantic relationship, where sexual intercourse was something that she planned for the man that truly loved her. 


At any point in time, someone could open that door and walk in on them. Hayasaka felt a cold chill down her spine at the mere thought of it. Having her ass completely massaged by his burly fingers was an interesting feeling, it wasn’t awful but her heart couldn’t bring her to accept this. She wasn’t a depraved woman, one that was driven by her sexual urges. Hayasaka wasn’t as easy as the other girls, who’ve already started to flock around the foreigner, constantly boasting about a rumor surrounding black men especially. 


SMACK!


“Ow!” yelped Hayasaka, grunting slightly as she turned her head in frustration, watching the motion of the dark-skinned man reaching all the way back with his arm, his palm facing outwards, and then swinging with all of his might to strike Hayasaka’s half-naked butt in an upwards motion, the force creating a resounding meaty slap, followed by a pronounced jiggle as Hayasaka whined and jumped slightly. 


“You’re really a perverted bastard, you know that?!” yelled Hayasaka, blushing immensely at the fact that she was just spanked on school grounds. She didn’t know what would horrify her more, someone witnessing this debacle or finding out about her secrets. 


“Sorry, sorry. I got a little bit too excited.” he chuckled, having a blast with how much control he had over such a powerful woman. It was true, most times when it came to girls, he didn’t actually need to put in much effort to make them smitten. His natural good looks and macho figure already made him a hot commodity, but it seemed like Hayasaka genuinely didn’t care about such things. She looked at him with scorn, but he could tell that she wasn’t familiar with a man’s company. A twisted thought crept into his mind, thinking that he wanted to break her down, and turn her into one of those sluts that he didn’t need to work for. He was confident that if he even showed any signs of interest, even a girl with a boyfriend would give him the time of day. 


“W-What are you doing now?” exasperated Hayasaka, feeling something extremely hard and thick push up against her plush rear. 


At the crotch area of his pants wasn’t a bulge, but a massive tent. It pointed straight outwards, and the size of it was absurd. Hayasaka felt the pointy black club that was separated only by their clothes push and sink into the flesh of her buttcheeks, flustered by the odd sensation. 


“I-Is that your?!-…” gasped Hayasaka.


“That’s what your body does to me, Hayasaka.” he said, powerfully mashing his crotch into her glorious backside, keeping the skirt lifted so that he could see her pale booty bounce from his thrusts. Demonstrating the capabilities of his strong, athletic frame, the fucking motions he was replicating made Hayasaka weak in the knees. He dry-humped her and easily palmed her slender waist, pulling her towards his forward shoved, with Hayasaka tilting her head down towards the floor in submission as her arms carefully held out against the wall. For some reason, this was the most silent she’d been, as if her thoughts were preoccupied with something else.


“W-What the hell is that thing?! There’s no way that’s his penis, right? It’s hard like a brick, and I can’t even tell how long it is!…” contemplated Hayasaka, exhaling and inhaling oxygen heavily as her back naturally arched as the pace of his fervent thrusts ramped up in speed and intensity. Hayasaka grinded her butt slightly against him almost as if to confirm what she was feeling, and her jaw practically dropped. Penis size was a topic that some of her girl friends engaged in, of course Kaguya would never speak about such a vulgar topic, it was probably irrelevant to her. They’d always talked about having a preference for bigger cocks, with some preaching that it would probably hurt less with a smaller one. Hayasaka had never touched or felt one pressed against her like this in the past, but even she knew for sure, this guy wasn’t just big, he was monstrously big. It was a common belief in Japan that foreigners in general are genetically superior to Japanese men in terms of their bodies, athletes in professional sports served as a primary example. The chatter amongst some of the younger ladies mentioned genetics in another department, rumored to have also been significantly larger when it came to dick size, too. 


Hayasaka had just confirmed the rumor herself, although against her will. She found it ridiculous that one of the reasons the girls fetishized the man was because of something like the length and thickness of a man’s cock, still failing to see why girls preferred it this way. 


“Agh, shit. If I keep this up any longer than I’ll-...” he muttered under his own breath, holding her by the hip and huskily whispering into her ear.


“Grind it against me. Roll your hips and rub your fine ass on that dick.” 


“Ggh…”


If anything, the hot gargantuan tube that was placed on her asscheeks intimidated her more than anything. She didn’t see it, or feel it in her hands, so she couldn’t make out the actual size. The only thing she was certain of was that it was immense, and just imagining what it looked like had Hayasaka short of breath. Listening to his commands, Hayasaka slowly moved her hips in an up and down motion, scrunching up her panties as it dug up against her asscrack, wiggling her ass from left to right afterwards for good measure, maintaining the grinding movement for several more seconds until he reluctantly pulled back. 


“Damn, that felt good. You’ve got an incredible body, Hayasaka.” he said, cupping her chin after she turned around, making sure she looked directly at him. Hayasaka’s arms were behind her trying to fix her skirt into an appropriate position, meaning that her front was completely vulnerable, before she knew it, the man leaned down and placed a firm kiss directly on her lips. Hayasaka whimpered against his mouth and immediately closed her eyes, feeling his full, thick lips slide over her sealed, puckered ones. He held their position for a couple seconds, then pulled back. 


“I’ll see you around another time, good job today, Hayasaka.” he said, clearing his throat as he hurried away. The truth of the matter was that there was something urgent he had to deal with, which was none other than his painfully erect boner. 


Hayasaka paused and watched as the door shut behind him, leaning her back against the wall, she slid into a fetal position on the floor. 


“What did I get myself into?” she wondered, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Her first kiss, the first time a man had seen her half-naked body, the first time her breasts had been touched by one, the first time her ass had been groped. In just the span of a couple minutes, Hayasaka had become a dirtier woman. Her lips quivering from just remembering the hardened object she felt wedged in between her buttcheeks. 


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The day after…


“Are you serious?…” muttered Hayasaka, glancing at her cell phone as she read the text that was sent from the exchange student that had been tormenting her with his insatiable libido from the instant they’d met.


The instructions were simple, it didn’t require them to meet as soon as possible, but it was a set of rules that she apparently had to follow from this point forward.


“Whenever we meet, you can’t wear any type of underwear.” 


“What a hopeless pervert…” sighed Hayasaka, covering her face in her palms, realizing how perverted a request that was, considering that she had to wear a skirt to school. 


A few hours later…


“Bzzzt!”


“You’ve been texting a lot on your phone recently, Hayasaka. Have you managed to find yourself a boyfriend?” asked Kaguya, blushing at the mere imagination of her closest friend finding a lover. 


“No, Miss Kaguya. That’s not true.” responded Hayasaka, feeling a lump in her throat as she couldn’t even bring herself to mention the man's name. If Kaguya knew the truth, surely he would be kicked out of the student council. If only it were that simple, she thought. 


This time, a new requirement had been added to her daily activities. He told her that every night before bed, he wanted her to send him risqué pictures of herself, requesting that she remained in her maid costume for today’s picture. 


“Excuse me, Miss Kaguya.” apologized Hayasaka, leaving the room meanwhile Kaguya’s imagination ran wild. 


“Who could it be?“ she wondered, having never seen Hayasaka even interact with a man outside of class before. 


Meanwhile…


“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” sighed Hayasaka. She knew that he had a favorable impression of her arse. The first picture she took had her back facing the mirror, snapping the photo with her phone while exposing her thick butt by lifting up her maid skirt the same way he’d done it on the rooftop. 


Hayasaka hesitated before sending the message, working up the courage to yet again surrender one of her highly valued “firsts” with a man. From the surface, Hayasaka seemed like an invincible woman that could perform any task that her master so desired, but in reality she was still a young woman that yearned for excitement, a boyfriend, and falling in love just like any other ordinary student would. Clicking send was one of the most difficult challenges she had to overcome, unable to even look at her phone when she needed to store it elsewhere for the time being.


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A week later… 


Hayasaka’s duties accumulated over the past few days where she had to work for two masters, and by now she was completely overwhelmed. Whenever he wanted to, he would touch her, and Hayasaka would catch a glimpse of his incredible boner. She had to send him pictures, meet with him after class without panties, flashing him with her beautiful tits, and even make homemade lunches and eat them with him. After showing him her hectic schedule, he would fill out each and every opportunity possible to spend time with her. Even in between classes, Hayasaka was called to meet him. They were currently sitting besides each other under a staircase, and the gorgeous blonde babe looked tiny while being embraced from the side. 


“What if someone sees us?…” asked Hayasaka, nervously blushing from the feeling of his arm wrapped around her back. Grabbing her by the cheek with his huge fingers, he brought their faces uncomfortably close, only centimeters apart with the feeling of his lukewarm breath tickling her glossy lips. Hayasaka flinched slightly and pursed her lips, closing her eyes and already mentally preparing herself. He’d informed her earlier that he wished to practice making out with her, boasting about his skill and bragging about how he’s already done it with several women at the school already. Hayasaka wouldn’t say that she was jealous, but she felt a sharp sting at the mention of other girls, having to shake the feeling out of her head. 


Her sweet, pink lips tasted delicious as his fuller, larger ones smothered them. His upper and bottom lips sliding over Hayasaka’s, the surprisingly innocent maiden struggling to respond, failing to properly return the kiss as he rubbed her upper thigh, dangerously close to her pussy. Hayasaka reflexively squeezed her legs together, awkwardly placing her hand against his chiseled body. It felt like every single one of his body parts were fantastically muscular, he felt as sturdy as a brick, and his exotic masculine scent was one that she wouldn’t ever be able to forget. 


Hayasaka whimpered slightly when she felt his mouth angle deeper over hers, eventually promising to french kiss him after he constantly texted her the previous night for them to do it. 


The bigger black man was permitted to have his hands wander towards Hayasaka’s ample bust, grabbing and holding her huge fun bags, tweaking her nipples cheekily resulting in Hayasaka’s mouth opening up. His warm, large slithery tongue slid past her trembling lips, his wet muscle lifting Hayasaka’s smaller tongue with ease, her eyes widening at the perverse contact. She could smell and taste his breath, which had been sweetened with mints and gum. Hayasaka’s inexperienced tongue hardly fared against his talented, more dominant one. The wet lip-smacking noises that they were making echoed throughout the stairwell, and Hayasaka closed her eyes as tried to keep up with his energetic pace. This was nothing like the kisses she’d seen in movies, it was a more adult kiss, a dirty one. Hayasaka flicked her tongue against his as their lips parted, and then closed to finish with a firm smooch. They repeated the cycle several times, with Hayasaka licking his tongue, learning how to make out on the fly. 


“T-This isn’t so bad…” she thought, perhaps the only non-degrading act they’ve ever done, and if she were telling the truth she’d admit that he was a skilled kisser. 


“Mmm~…” he huskily growled as their wet mouths remained open for several seconds longer than usual, twirling his massive tongue in circles around her tongue, intertwining them together as he shifted his palms underneath her wonderful ass, with Hayasaka taking a seat on it. 


“She tastes so good.” he thought, his straining appendage painfully trying to poke a hole through his pants. 


Hayasaka peeked one eye open to stare down at it, her curiosity piqued by it. She definitely didn’t like him as a person, but Hayasaka was starting to see the appeal for the sexual prowess of black men, melting into the gradually sloppier kiss. Their mouths pressed together, with his tongue entering her orifice to explore to his heart's content. Hayasaka felt short of breath, and a tingling sensation flaring up in her crotch, the foreign sensation confusing the virgin girl, who hardly had the time or privacy to explore herself sexually. 


“O-Oh god…” thought Hayasaka, watching as the man’s thick lips slanted over hers and wiggled deeper within her mouth.


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The following day…


Meeting somewhere in the school was beginning to become monotonous for the adventurous man, who invited Hayasaka during one of her rare times free to watch a movie at the theaters with him. His ulterior motives were clearer than the blue sky that day, but Hayasaka had already become used to adhering to his perverted desires. 


“Did you even bother choosing which movie we would be watching? Knowing you, you’ll probably be a lot more focused on something else.” said Hayasaka dryly, seeing how the theater wasn’t packed, and the fact that he had so conveniently chosen the uppermost corner seats, without a single person sitting in their row. 


“You’re so perceptive sometimes.” he teased, lifting the neighboring armrests to create more space for his massive bulky body. Hayasaka sighed and took the seat next to him, no longer reacting whenever he would rest his arms around her shoulders, drawing her near. 


Only several minutes passed by during the movie, and he’d already started rubbing her thighs, feeling her immaculate figure just like he’d always done. Hayasaka wondered when exactly it was that she’d started to become accustomed to his touch. 


“Don’t you think that we’ve been getting along better, Hayasaka? Whenever I used to touch you you’d always try to slap my hand away.” 


“That’s not the reason why. I’ve just started to get tired of having to put up with you day in and day out. I’m exhausted, you know.” sighed Hayasaka, trying to hide the faint blush on her cheeks. 


As if he’d totally ignored everything that she just said, he immediately continued flirting with her. 


“I feel like making out with you right now,” he said.


“....”


“Can’t we watch the movie for a few seconds at least?” exhaled Hayasaka, knowing that his perversion knew no bounds. She knew that most men his age were complete horndogs, but it was almost as if there wasn’t a time of day where he wasn’t trying to actively get in her pants. 


“Hayasaka… Look what you do to me. You said you’d help make my stay here in Japan more enjoyable, right? You should take responsibility for the problems you cause me.” he whispered hotly against her neck, licking her earlobe. If she didn’t know what he was referencing, Hayasaka figured it out soon after when he’d gripped her slim wrists, and placed her gentle fingers directly on top of his straining bulge. 


“A-Ah!~...” gasped Hayasaka, retracting her fingers as if she’d just accidentally touched something piping hot. His words and touching didn’t affect her as much as they used to, but when it came to his oversized dick Hayasaka was as flustered and shaky as ever. 


“Don’t you think it’s time? You keep making my dick so hard ever since we met, I think you owe me this.” 


“Ugh…”


“Come on, Hayasaka… Don’t make me feel like a bad guy. I don’t want to tell everyone about you.” he said in a mocking manner.


“Fine… What do you even want me to do?”


“Give me a handjob. I want to feel you jerk my dick.” he growled, a voice that he’d only used when he was excessively horny. 


“Are you serious?! We’re at the movie theaters right now, in public!” she scolded him. 


“Don’t be so loud! Do you want people to hear us? Come on, nobody will find out if you don’t make so much noise.” 


“T-That’s not the issue, the problem is doing it in the first place. I’ve never even touched a guy’s dick, either. Don’t you have any other girls that’d do a better job for you?” stammered Hayasaka, pressing her fingered against her forehead as if she were stressed. 


“Yeah, but I’d rather have you do it for me, Hayasaka. I’m so turned on right now, I’ve been thinking about what your handjob would feel like. You promised you’d follow my orders, didn’t you?” 


“God, you’re such an asshole.” sighed Hayasaka, shooting him a piercing glare, the sheer disgust she had in her eyes didn’t deter him in the slightest. He felt thrilled seeing that fire in her eyes, loving the gradual descent into submission. 


“You know, a lot of the girls at our school beg to see this big black cock of mine. Aren’t you curious, Hayasaka?” he teased.


“I don’t care about that stuff… Just hurry up already and take it out. I don’t want to get caught.” spat Hayasaka, putting on a mask that was difficult to uncover. He couldn’t determine whether her eagerness for him to whip out his member was out of anticipation to see it for the first time, or she genuinely wanted to rush her way through this to avoid being caught. Hayasaka was skilled at deception and lies, and she demonstrated that skill yet again. 


“I want you to do it for me.” he commanded, with Hayasaka rolling her eyes. Even though her tongue was sharp, he could clearly see her hands trembling as they approached his crotch, her uncertain fingers struggling to find the zippers of his trousers because of the dark theater. Fiddling with it, Hayasaka tugged down on it roughly, successfully pulling down his jeans, which he helped lower for her in order to slip himself out of his boxers. 


She was trying to gather her thoughts moments before seeing a man’s anatomy in person, the sudden black blur that whipped out and lunged at her felt like it’d nearly smacked her across the face. Hayasaka gasped and pulled back, the dim lights from the large movie screen made it difficult to see every fine detail of the astounding, ebony cock, but the size was apparent. The large organ left Hayasaka’s heart pounding in her chest, staring at the thick, charcoal black, long cock as if it were a weapon. She never knew that dicks could look so powerful, and even Hayasaka had underestimated the length, the term big black cock didn’t do it justice.


“Fuck, feels good to have some air. The big guy’s always trapped in my pants whenever I meet with you, I always have to rush home and jerk it off myself.” he confessed, albeit a dirty confession that Hayasaka probably could have gone without hearing. 
“...”


“What’s wrong, surprised by how big it is? You’re probably thinking about how sturdy it is, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m used to you girls fawning over it.” he boasted confidently.


“Y-Y-... Shut up. Let’s just get this over with.” muttered Hayasaka, her voice weak. Just like her master, Kaguya, Hayasaka was stubborn. Instead of showing just how awestruck she was by the proportions and stiffness of his extended black hose, Hayasaka focused her intense, judgemental gaze on his face. They were staring right at one another, meaning that she didn’t have much of a chance to sneak a gaze at his immense penis if she’d wanted to. Hayasaka’s womanly fingers easily found their way towards the base, only looking at it through her peripheral vision, it was still a tough target to miss, considering how much space it covered. 


“Oooooh, yes… You’re finally touching my dick, Hayasaka. The wait was worth it.” he groaned, leaning back in his chair as her fingers were remarkably unable to wrap a full circle around the girth. It felt like it’d only reached halfway, if anything. Hayasaka bottled her thoughts and comments concerning his monster black cock in the back of her mind. 


“I can’t believe you’re actually making me do this. How Miyuki or Kaguya even thought you were acceptable to become a Student Council member is beyond me.” snarkily responded Hayasaka, trying her hardest to seem completely repulsed, despite the fact that her hands had already begun their pumping motion. 


At first, she only managed to stroke a couple inches, anxious of the turgid member, taking the time to become familiarized with it. When it came to men, Hayasaka had always been curious, and it showed in her inexperienced but discreetly enthusiastic handjob. Deep down, she wanted to know how to make a man feel good, and she didn’t even realize that the sharp glare she was shooting at him was making the heart-throbbing experience even more pleasurable. Wishing to test the toughness of the fully erected, towering dark cock, Hayasaka squeezes with her fingers. 


“Use both hands, baby. I’m dying to feel them.” he commented, delighted when Hayasaka started to use two hands to drag up along the length, unsettled by the tremendous journey it took before fully reaching the underside of the mushroom-shaped head, stopping at the ridge. 


“Yes… Just like that, you’re doing great.” he encouraged her, leaning in to sneak a quick kiss on her lips, Hayasaka inadvertently stroked him faster and harder, mixing up the tempo of her hands, turning them in opposing directions as she handled the black giant. 


“Ah… What the hell happened to me? Since when did it become normal for me to do stuff like this?...” pondered Hayasaka, subconsciously leaning into the huge burly man, resting her cheek against his enormous pectoral muscles, breathing raggedly while her infuriated gaze showed hints of solicitousness, darting between his face and returning to his manly rod. It definitely didn’t belong to that of just any man, it exuded unparalleled virility, competing or surpassing the dicks in adult videos and pornography online. 


“You like touching that black cock, don’t you?” 


“H-Huh?!...”


“I mean, you’re so eagerly masturbating it for me. It’s pretty obvious, especially with how you keep looking at it.” he teased.


“I’m just trying to make sure you finish quickly so that we can get this over with!” snapped Hayasaka, shooting him an angry glare and nudging him with his elbow. 


“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” he laughed, patting her head and purposefully pushing it down slightly, ensuring that her head was facing his crotch.


“Oh, wow…” 


Hayasaka felt it was best that she stopped talking or else their conversation would never end, internally tricking herself that his claims were false and completely baseless. There’s no way that she was the type of perverted woman to love black cock, right? Hayasaka snapped her wrists back and forth as she dedicated her full attention towards pumping the lively meatstick with great energy. Neither of them paid a sliver of attention to the movie, everything else was merely background noise as the two were enveloped in the company of one another. Hayasaka spent the next twenty minutes tirelessly and furiously jerking him off, always meeting his taunting smirks with a death stare. 


“Fuckkkk, I’m gonna blow…” she heard him groan above her, Hayasaka’s chin was tucked and she looked down onto the pointy erection. 


“He’s going to ejaculate?... Ah, isn’t he going to make a mess? With a dick as huge as this, he’ll probably-...” wondered Hayasaka, receiving her answer in mere seconds. All of a sudden, she felt the veins her sweaty palms had been sliding against pulsate, followed by the miraculous sight of a white geyser stream of sperm shooting straight out of his engorged piss slit. The distance it traveled seemed impossible, some of it grazing Hayasaka’s bottom lip and smearing across her chin, half-consciously licking the stray shot that managed to hit its mark, the rest trickling down and creating a mess over his lap. 


“Ooohh, shit! J-Jesus-...” he panted, lifting his hips slightly off the chair to thrust in between the grip of Hayasaka’s slim fingers, the erotic blonde mesmerized by the momerable event that transpired, feeling an odd sense of gratification from having successfully making this attractive, muscular black man ejaculate. Her clutches remained glued to the middle of his shaft, watching as thick liquid poured down and spilled over her hands, even from where she was sitting, she could faintly smell it. 


“S-Shit, Hayasaka. That was fucking amazing.” he praised, assertively grabbing her by the hair and shoving their lips together for a fast but wet kiss, Hayasaka mumbled against his lips. 


“Kiss my dick, too!” he urged, still riding the adrenaline waves of his ejaculation. 


“What?!”


“A quick one, that’s all I ask!” he yelped, desperate for pleasure. If he’d talked any louder, someone might’ve turned around and looked at them. Hayasaka clicked her teeth and shut her eyes, diving down and pushing her pursed, velvety lips against the flared helmet head. A profound, exotic smell entered her nostrils from inhaling a mere breath, pressing a strong, firm kiss onto his tool. He’d always been fond of making out with Hayasaka, but feeling her warm, sexy lips grace his manhood sent him over the edge, a final but less copious spurt splashing her sealed lips. Hayasaka retracted her head instantly, accidentally hitting the man on the chin. 


“Ouch!”


Hayasaka spat and wiped her lips with her forearm, a crimson-red blush on her cheeks.


“What the hell?! You never told me you were going to do that! I almost drank it!” shouted Hayasaka, but in a hushed voice.


“I wish you did, damn…” 


“Idiot!… Stupid…” muttered Hayasaka, inhaling a deep breath to ease her rampant nerves. 


Needless to say, they both needed a quick bathroom break, where they cleaned themselves up and were barely able to concentrate for the rest of the movie. It was probably the longest time they’ve spent together without something sexual occuring between them, apparently the fat load he shot out was substantial enough for the time being. 


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Later that night…


“Honestly, I never thought things would go this far…” said the man, thinking back on the day of his irrational decision to blackmail Hayasaka. The entire debacle seemed so unrealistic that he was honestly uncertain he’d even get anything out of it, if anything he believed that it would just be some harmless fun. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that Hayasaka’s loyalty for Kaguya surpassed her pride and dignity. There was a part of him that was disappointed in how he’d actually managed to persuade Hayasaka to cooperate with his selfish, revolting lustful desires, but after the handjob he’d received today, there wasn’t much room for regret. 


At first, he could sense Hayasaka’s seething rage behind her eyes, having always managed to suppress her true emotions without creating a fuss out of them, a trick that she learned working as a personal maid for a Shinomiya. Now, after spending day after day with each other, he could tell that Hayasaka’s reluctance had began to wear, and she was starting to view him as an opposite member of sex. It didn’t matter if he’d practically forced her to touch his dick, from the way that she longingly stared at it on occasion, and from her impassioned masturbating of his length, he could tell all the signs of a woman interested in him. Hayasaka was significantly harder to seduce, but never once did he doubt himself. His hard work was paying off, if she were truly disgusted with him, there was no way that Hayasaka could continue to put herself through these daily meetings, it was always an option to report him to the school’s authorities. 


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Over the course of the past few days, Hayasaka’s responsibilities persistently grew in tandem with her black master’s sexual hunger. Instead of only touching or seeing naked parts of her body, what happened at the movie theater started to become a routine. Hayasaka made him ejaculate with her smooth fingers and talented hands every single day, it didn’t matter if it was before school, during class hours, or afterwards, he would find a time where Hayasaka could sneak away from her everyday activities to jerk him off. It was mentally exhausting, the panic and rush she felt from constantly putting herself in danger from being caught was frightening, but nevertheless, she would spend her time furiously stroking him off. 


Later in school, after classes…


“I can’t believe you want to do this again, I already did it for you this morning!...” sputtered Hayasaka, clearly annoyed. They reunited in an empty classroom that was in the less populated areas of the school, with Hayasaka sitting down in a chair meanwhile her sex-crazed owner took a seat on the desk in front of her. It didn’t matter how many times she’d seen it, each and every time she would become more perplexed by the sight of the miraculous black cock, never failing to impress. 


“No way… It looks even bigger than last time…” thought Hayasaka, gulping as she secretly admired the spectacle before her. A thirteen-inch cock was something near impossible to achieve, there were probably only a minuscule portion of people that sported a black beast like the one before her. Hayasaka did some research online, and came to the conclusion that he was special, it wasn’t normal for men to be like him. The gargantuan tube of onyx always felt so massive and heavy in her hands, and beneath the towering, ebony cockshaft was his grapefruit-sized testicles. They were carried in huge, hanging pouches of leathery skin, and the positions they were sitting at left very little distance between them. This was probably the closest Hayasaka had been to his dick, and the frequency of her snarky remarks or her aggravated insults decreased, fascinated and hypnotized by the vigorous cock, paired perfectly with his dark macho body. 


“I can barely control myself when I’m around you.” he admitted, staring at Hayasaka’s immaculate features. His attraction towards Hayasaka matched or exceeded her implicit interest in his stupefying cock. He noticed her glamorous, porcelain skin, staring down at her cleavage; meanwhile Hayasaka performed her now traditional hand-jerking session. A minute, then a couple more minutes passed by. They normally didn’t talk much, but he’d noticed that Hayasaka stopped looking away, instead she was practically gawking at it. 


“Hey… Why aren’t you cumming?” asked Hayasaka, more so confused that he hadn’t shown any signs of busting in over twenty minutes. 


“I must be getting tired of handjobs.” he suggested, shrugging his shoulders. 


“Really? That’s good then, I can finally stop doing this then.” smirked Hayasaka. 


She didn’t notice, but his eyes were gazing at her perfect lips. It wasn’t that her handjobs were lackluster, in fact they were fantastic. After receiving several previews of pleasure, he couldn’t help but crave something greater. 


“Your lips…” he muttered aloud, remembering a thought that’d always cross his mind whenever they were kissing. Hayasaka’s pretty mouth tastes phenomenal, her lips had a nice thickness to them, they were sweet and smooth, a faint glossiness applied with her lip balm. 


“Huh?”


“I don’t think just your hands will be enough anymore, Hayasaka.” 


“Hold on, you can’t say that after this morning. What are you implying?” retorted Hayasaka, her voice shaking because she’d already known what this was leading up to. 


Before she could inquire further, he nudged her head forward abruptly, tapping his engorged tip against her bottom lip. 


“What the hell are you doing?!” gasped Hayasaka.


“I was just remembering what happened at the theaters, I couldn’t forget what your lips felt like… Shit, I really want you to suck my dick right now.” 


“Uugghh, come on!…” complained Hayasaka, backing away only to be pulled right back in, his gigantic hands easily palming her head like a basketball. 


“Fuck, I really don’t think I can cum without it. We’d be here all day, Hayasaka.” he grunted, turned on from being this close to her face, her warm breath tickling his sensitive member. 


“You’re just trying to make me give you a blowjob! N-No way, I definitely won’t. Just touching it is pushing my limits. There’s no way I can-… You know…” muttered Hayasaka, it was amazing how much of an innocent girl she truly was deep down past that tough exterior. She was covering her lips to hide them away from his lecherous gaze. 


“Yes, you can. You can’t tell me that you haven’t ever thought about it. I know you’re starting to like black cock, Hayasaka.” he teased, but in a serious manner. He was pressing the issue, scooting forward and holding the circumference of his boner.


“I-I never said that!” stuttered Hayasaka, trying to deny it, turning her face away so that poked the thick crown against her cheek. 
“But you want to, right? You don’t like making my huge cock cum, Hayasaka? Come on… If you wouldn’t suck it, at least let me rub it on your lips for a little bit.” he demanded.


“You’re not going to give up, are you?” she asked, a rhetorical question considering she already knew the answer. He shook his head in response, tapping the brawny cock against the back of her hands.


Hayasaka begrudgingly complied with a prolonged sigh, pushing her lips outwardly as if she were expecting a kiss. Instead of the pair of lips that she’d might have grown fond of, the hard-headed peak of his black stiff rod connecting with her closed mouth. He then proceeded to  purposefully rub his sweaty, smelly member over her facial features like a black wand. Hayasaka’s pupils trailed its movements obscuring her vision, the inconceivable musk left her salivating at the mouth. Radiating unbelievable heat and a perverted stench that she couldn’t explain, Hayasaka naughtily loved the smell of his huge black cock. 


“Yeeessss….” he growled, handling her head and changing the angle of her lips as he pleased. Dragging them along the side of his cockshaft, letting his manly moans slip as Hayasaka’s eyes became clouded with lust. Compared to her fingers, his beautiful lips felt so much better, they were softer and warmer, and a faint wetness that her handjobs were missing. The sight of her alluring face and her pale skin turned him on, the contrast in skin complexion arousing him. 


“You’d look so much prettier with my black cock in your mouth, baby.” 


Hayasaka felt the tiny hairs standing on her body as goosebumps scattered across her skin from his words, lifting the meaty schlong with her gentle fingers. Rubbing across her nose, he felt her purposefully sniff his raw, pungent dick. 


“God, Hayasaka….” he moaned, sliding the underside of his dark pole up the middle of her face, the sexy blonde's hot lips leaving a slight trail of saliva. 


“I want you to suck me so bad!… You like the smell of my cock, don’t you?” 


“Mmnph…”


“Hayasaka. I know you want this.” he said, pushing his circular helmet head that lifted her upper lip as the stink that permeated from his pre-cum leaking piss slit. 


“…”


“Suck that black cock.” 


His words shook her to the core, his dominant voice telling her to listen to her inhibitions. Hayasaka dropped her bottom lip as her pink flesh slithered out, flicking its smooth muscle coated in a sheen of spit along the hard ridge, caressing the taut skin with her lips as she planted a wet, dirty kiss on his dick. 


“Uggghhhh!” 


Hayasaka couldn’t stop smelling him eagerly, licking and making out with his salty tasting organ. She couldn’t explain why, but it seemed to flip a switch inside of her, a fire ignited that caused her to thirstily slobber her way down towards his bulging nutsack. The sexually enchanted woman stared at his round, oversized black balls. 


“Hayasaka?” 


“Ahhhnnnn….”


The lewd sound escaping her parted lips before they swallowed the more prominent right squishy ball, rolling it along her tongue that swiped out of her mouth, breathing simultaneously from her nose and mouth in passionate tandem. They were oval shaped and extremely heavy for a pair of testicles, pulling on them through their skin as she messily sucked one into her mouth, cradling the other in her hands. Hayasaka’s luscious lips secured them into her oral cavern, the bitter saltiness had her drooling from the mouth. 


“Holy shit!! Hayasakaaaa!…”


The large black spheres bulged within his leathery pouch, smacking his bobbing length against her pale, blushing face. Carefully suckling with her cheeks hollowing from the intensity, Hayasaka felt her panties soaked through the fabric, never reaching this heightened state of arousal before. Her mind wouldn’t respond to reason, instead acting upon her animalistic cravings, weeks worth of pent-up affection for the man’s awe-inspiring genitalia. Lathering the entire circumference with her tongue in broad motions, letting him go with a slick pop. 


“I can’t take it anymore.” he panted, sticking his prick helmet into the soft, succulent resistance of Hayasaka’s dampened lips. 


There was no avoiding it now, they both consensually wished for the same thing. Hayasaka could deny all she wanted, but her body wouldn’t listen. Her glittering eyes were locked onto the monstrous black cock, her agape mouth engulfing the impossibly fat, virile fuckmeat. It stretched out Hayasaka’s lips in a way that caused discomfort, struggling to even be able to slide her full lips around the broad cocktip alone, sliding it against her wet, willing tongue. She could already feel him pulsing in her hands, Hayasaka spellbound by her salacious lust. If this was the first order he’d ever had for her, there was no chance in hell that Hayasaka would even consider doing it. The truth of the matter was, somewhere along the way the prideful blonde had fallen for black cock. The thick blackness literally stretched her slutty mouth to its very limits, an elicit moan slipping from her gradually filling mouth, rubbing the inside of her both of her cheeks, Hayasaka gripping his muscular thighs as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, feeling each and every vein pumping with blood across her lips. 


It was just like the interracial videos that she’d watched at home, Hayasaka didn’t dare tell anybody about her closet fetish, not even to the man that was the root cause of it. Constantly teasing and boasting about how superior black cock was, Hayasaka wouldn’t believe it for a second if she didn’t have to treat one on a daily basis. Even compared to the adult videos online that she’d curiously checked, all of the other men’s penises paled in comparison to the dark behemoth that she’d sucked into her mouth. Hayasaka felt a jolt of electricity through her body, her vagina was sopping wet, practicing her techniques from the nighttime fantasies she’d had of performing fellatio on the cheeky, tremendous cock. 


“Oh, fuck!... Oh, god Hayasaka!” 


Hayasaka’s elation was difficult to restrain, smiling briefly although her jaw was becoming sore from maintaining its hanging position, her eyebrows furrowing the deeper she attempted to take him. It was a challenging cock to suck, incapable of seamlessly fitting the rest of his sloppy inches into her slimy orifice. Hayasaka gagged after becoming overzealous in her capabilities, managing to inhale him until around the halfway point of his insanely lengthy appendage, choking on it as she coughed profusely around him. 


“Ooooh, you’re such a good black cocksucker, aren’t you, Hayasaka?!” he grunted in a deep, manly voice. Hayasaka needed to free her airways for an instant, never making eye contact with the man, something that may snap her out of her trance, a stubborn woman to a fault. Instead, her eyeballs never left the terrific truncheon, playing with it, after removing it from the wet clutches of her thirsty mouth, she slapped it against her cheek, rubbing and slapping it against her outstretched tongue. He was right, she was a perfect black cocksucker. Sandwiching her prim and proper lips around him, instead of masturbating him with her fingers, Hayasaka was using her mouth. Stroking his thick pillar of black man-meat, slipping and sloshing in her drooling cavern, her tongue wriggling around the base of his cock. 


His bulky legs spread as far apart as they could, with Hayasaka resting her arms on top of them. Her head thrusted on his cock faster and harder, inhaling passionately through her nostrils, trails of spit leaking from her lips as they splashed around her chin, white frothy bubbles forming and smearing her neck and cleavage. A messy, sloppy blowjob was the product of Hayasaka’s attempt to swallow the entirety of the thirteen-inch titan, an impossible feat. Sniffling as some of her drool ran out of her nose, the wet, gurgling sounds echoing in the empty, silent room. His hips would twitch ever so slightly, on the brink of ecstasy as he felt Hayasaka’s pace quickening, making him moan loudly. His slight thrusts would push more of his obscenely fat cock into her sliding, pistoning mouth. Hayasaka’s throat spasmed upon the invasion of his pre-cum leaking peak. 


“Damn, girl. You’re already going to make me cum! You want to drink it, baby? You wanna drink all that cum?” he taunted, creating a ball of hair within his fist as he lifted her head to receive a clear look at her seductive, and yet beautiful face. Hayasaka looked so filthy, but somehow was still as pretty as ever. 


She’d tasted his cum once before, back in the movie theaters. There was even a time where she snuck a lick of it that landed on her hand during one of their handjobs. His freshly produced nut tasted absurdly sweet, and Hayasaka wasn’t in the state of mind where her needless honor would prevent her from doing what she truly wanted. 


“Mhm!~” she groaned gutturally, nodding her head in agreement, making her slick lips trail in an up and down motion, draping her slim lips all over him.


“Fuck, then here’s your meal!” he announced, slamming both of his palms onto the sides of her skull, pushing and forcing it down into his groin. Hayasaka sputtered nonsensically as she breathed erratically, the brutal face fucking impaling the back of her throat, tears filling her eyes as Hayasaka’s painted fingernails scraped onto his thighs, shuddering as she endured a couple of harsh, pain-inflicting thrusts before receiving her ample reward for her devoted work.


“Cuummiiiinnngggg!”


His creamy gunk bursted from his bulging sack and traveled all the way up towards his engorged knob, the utterly captivating sight that was Hayasaka’s cumhungry face while his viscous goo splashed past her lips, her swan-like neck gulping down the potent, thick slop visibly. He felt so powerful watching Hayasaka shovel his heavy load into her gullet beneath him, gulp after hungry gulp, it was breathtaking. Her two-hand stroke aided in the milking of his sperm, her head bouncing back and forth in his lap as he continued to ejaculate, the two moaning uncontrollably. A whole minute passed by until Hayasaka failed to finish her meal, nearly hurling the incredibly sweet substance out of her mouth as it felt like her esophagus had been clogged with the slimy jizz, opening her eyes halfway and slowly moving up, disconnecting her mouth from his hosing penis, coughing out the remaining semen in her mouth, receiving a facial of stringy sperm. The final spurt painted the lower half of Hayasaka’s face white as she moaned, swimming in erotic bliss as her senses would thoroughly dominated by his stinky cum, jaw-slacked as the liquid dripped down her opened lips. 


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A few days later… 


Hayasaka served him dutifully, as if he were just as important as Kaguya Shinomiya herself. Never once did she ever question when or where she would provide him with pleasure, happily providing him with sloppy, delicious blowjobs. Consuming every drop of his sperm, improving upon her technique with every meeting, orally servicing and worshiping him. They both instinctively knew that this wasn’t the end. Her reluctance had nearly vanished entirely, that sharp glare she would also give him had turned into one of a voracious lust. That was precisely why she was both mentally and physically prepared when the location he’d instructed her to meet him at after school hours didn’t surprise her in the slightest. 


They were going to a love hotel. She was going to be alone with the muscular hunk foreigner, and they were finally going to go all the way. Out of any of the other women he’d ever slept with, Hayasaka made him wait the longest. His raging libido was at the strongest it’d ever been, and considering he would have found it anticlimactic to merely push her down and have his way with her, he ordered Hayasaka to roleplay for him, playing the role of an airheaded schoolgirl that was going on compensated dates for money. She didn’t expect to be playing a role, but it was in her expertise to act, and she honestly would do anything if it meant that her aching, quivering maidenhood could finally be fulfilled. Masturbating alone wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy her, Hayasaka’s womanly urges had been screaming for a mating session. 


“You’re finally here. It’s not nice to keep your date waiting.” he said, sitting completely naked on the bed with his dark chocolate, massive frame. His dark muscles rippled in their glory, clearly pumped up with energy. 


“Hi!~ It’s nice to meet you, my name is Haysaca!~ I don’t normally do this on every date, but tonight you will be using my p-u-s-s-y~.” teased Hayasaka, flashing him a bright smile as she talked in a cutesy, adorable voice. His dick twitched in its massiveness, his lurching black cock fully prepared to handle business. 


“That’s right. I already paid to rent you out for the entire night, so let’s get to know each other better, Haysaca.” he chuckled, holding his arms out as Hayasaka walked towards him, an innocent sway to her hips. The schoolgirl outfit she wore consisted of a short white top that exposed her flat belly, with a light blue trim. The skirt that she wore barely fit her erotic body, her long luscious blonde hair was no longer tied up and freely flowed, reaching down to her back. 


“I hope you’re gentle with me.” giggled Hayasaka, the man gripping her waist securely before he pulled her onto his lap. It was amazing that despite sitting on top of him, she was only face-leveled with his durable chest. His body’s physique was top-notch, and Hayasaka was grateful that she would be forfeiting her chastity to such a masculine, sexy man. She didn’t look at other guys as potential lovers any longer, it was almost like she’d now become exclusively interested in black men only. 


“No promises.” he grinned cockily, slowly stripping her off her intrusive clothes, as if they offended him. 


“What a strong grip… H-He’s so strong… Ah, he’s really going to fuck me, isn’t he? Finally, with his black cock…” thought Hayasaka, lifting her arms in the air for him to properly take off her clothes. Soon enough, she was entirely nude from top to bottom. Hayasaka rested her face against his black-skinned chest, marveling at his figure. 


“What an attractive, fuckable body you have. So dirty for a schoolgirl.” he growled, clearly in the mood thanks to the erotic roleplay. Hayasaka yelped when her firm bum was rudely spanked, as if she were being punished for having such a seductive body. The blonde vixen’s personality had changed extravagantly in comparison to what she was like prior to their meeting. In fact, she didn’t bat an eye when she was informed that they would be using no condoms, because he believed that he wanted to fuck her raw pussy no matter what. Luckily, he promised to provide her with birth control pills if worse came to worse, with no guarantee that he would possess the mental capacity to pull out of her divine cunt once he’d submerged inside of it. They’ve known each other for several weeks now, and the unbearable sexual tension that formed between the two was suffocating. The natural gravity of their bodies collided together as Hayasaka carefully, and anxiously lowered herself onto his black towering cock with wanton eyes. 


They intentionally avoided seeing each other throughout the day for the sole reason that neither Hayasaka or her sexual master could contain themselves, sacrificing one blowjob session in order for his boiling hot nutsack to accumulate as much of his potent seed that they possible could. Hayasaka admitted over Line messaging that she wanted this night to be special for both of them, and that she didn’t treat giving her virginity away lightly. 


“Mmm, this’ll definitely hurt at first, but I promise once you get used to it, you’ll never want to even see another guy’s useless dick again.” he growled huskily, his meaty fingers squishing Hayasaka’s soft thighs, hearing Hayasaka’s high pitched whimpers sending him into another realm of horniness. He wanted her to give him her maidenhood on her own accord, merely angling his black tube perfectly with her parted nether lips, moist and lubricated with her own pussy juices for the task. She hissed through her teeth as she tried her best to push the fat ebony cock into her spreading folds, having trouble remaining in-character as a lurid moan escaped her at loud frequencies, throwing her head back in wonder as she felt herself being split open in an enigmatic way. 


“A-Aaaah!~ O-Oohnngghh! W-Woow! I-It’s too big. It won’t fit!...” mewled Hayasaka, latching her arms around his muscular back as far as she could, scraping her fingernails along the broad muscles as she wiggled her hips trying to find the best angle to properly stuff her vaginal cavity. Dropping her weight onto his cock by recklessly slamming down onto him, nearly fainting from the intense pleasure, her face enrapt with arousal as a drop of spit leaked from the sides of her lips, panting like a bitch in heat as she accepted her first black cock into her soaked, sopping pale folds, hungrily swallowing the pillaging inches. On her own she managed to reach around seven inches of the beast, giving herself a moment’s reprieve for her muscles to relax as he cozied up into her skin, adoring the sweet aroma of her body. He didn’t even feel like seeing his other girls anymore. Hayasaka was simply prettier, sexier, smarter than all of them. However, he admitted that there were a few of his girl friends that he thought would make a perfect fit for bbc like Hayasaka. 


“Your pussy is so tight, Haysaca!~ I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck it for some cash!” he grunted, grinding his teeth as he only allowed herself to slowly adapt to the turgid size before putting his own imprint on their first and memorable time engaging in sexual intercourse together. It almost seemed like the whole blackmail situation never existed in the first place, Hayasaka was wearing a face that was lost in the miasma of passion, sweating and grumbling incoherently as she impaled herself with his black spear. It almost didn’t feel real, the manly object somehow capable of reaching all the way up to her womb with relative ease, hitting her cervix which sent explosive signals throughout her entire body, a fresh sensation escalating within her belly as Hayasaka was nearly brought to tears as she grinded her crotch against his front, her inflamed clitoris a result of her desperately trying to fit the entire capacity of his thirteen-inch lady killer inside of her. Stuffed to the brim as she swore that she could feel a bulge forming in her stomach, hyperventilating to the point where it almost felt like a chore to breathe. 


“A-Aahhhnnn!~ Aaaahhnngghhh! Oooooooohhhh, fuuucckkk! Y-Yeeesss!~” screamed Hayasaka gutturally, stemming from a place deep within the recesses of her loins, having never experienced a vaginal orgasm before, Hayasaka nearly lost consciousness when her limbs spasmed with her body rocking against his black chiseled frame, squealing adorably as her flooded pussy gushed in heavenly pleasure, her thick butt jiggling from the ruckus of her movements, unable to stop herself from giving into his unyielding libido and strength, experiencing a repeat chain of orgasms as she already found herself climaxing after her first handful of thrusts, palming and kneading the doughy flesh of her rump as his big black pouch flopped against the mattress underneath him.


“Yeah, take that black cock, Hayasaka! Come on, harder! Keep fucking cumming on that dick. Call me daddy!~” he ordered, her creaming pussy completely sheathing his throbbing monstrosity from top to bottom, the both of them hugging together in an air-tight embrace, their sweaty skin sliding against each other as the chorus of taboo genital-slapping reverberated off of the sound-proof walls of the private room. Hayasaka no longer cared for romance, or her fantasy world where the love of her life would slowly and intimately claim her first-time on their marriage bed. Instead, she much preferred perverted debauchery instead, realizing that she’d wholeheartedly turned into his willing, loving black cock slut. 


“Y-Yes, oohnghh! Unngghh! D-Daddy!~” vehemently moaned Hayasaka, tearing up as she recognized the pulsating sensation from a mile away. 


“G-Gah!..”


“Give it to me! Give me that cuumm! Fill me up with your black cock!~ I want it! I want itttt!” pleaded Hayasaka, thrusting her whole body in his direction while rolling her womanly hips, her nervous system on fire as their empowered fucking was accompanied with sweet, womanly cries and his aggressive, primitive roars. They were both smashing together like a pair of animals in heat, the searing hot build-up of cum that he’d purposefully produced specifically for her traveled upwards his foot-long hilt and erupted immediately after burying himself as far as humanly possible inside of Hayasaka’s melting wet canal. Hayasaka felt the virile spunk slam against the back of her womb, her tiny little hole soaking it all up like a sponge, holding it deep within her body and accepting his superior seed, a stupefied, drunken expression on her face from the divinely stimulating fashion that she received her first BBC creampie. Their mixed love juices spilled messily over his groin and created a pool that drenched the blanket’s fabric, Hayasaka resting her chin on the foreign exchange student’s brick-wall like chest, their lips sealing together hotly as they both simultaneously rode out their fervent orgasms. 



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It was a night that neither he nor Hayasaka would ever forget. The life-altering experiences exacerbated their surging lust that bound them together, hardly mentioning nor even thinking about the original promise that inclined Hayasaka to submit to his every demand. The non-consensual blackmailing sexual extortion had transformed into sensuous black cock loving, with Hayasaka becoming obsessed with it, never once going a day without seeing him. Their sessions increased in volume, and happened before school, during school hours, and outside the school where they constantly met together like a pair of horny teenagers that had just discovered what sex felt like for the first time. 


Their sex-life was worlds better than any couple or fuckbuddies, never a mundane time together as they constantly spiced things up through the form of role playing. 


Currently… 


Ai Hayasaka had never considered herself the type to take overwhelming risks, casting aside her sense of security when she’d accepted his request for their daily mating sessions to take place in the Shinomiya mansion. If it weren’t for this place, and Hayasaka’s relationship with Kaguya, then they might have never met. However, the immense danger that potentially awaited the both of them was heart-wrenching, but eerily thrilling, too. Hayasaka and her black lover took the day off from school, although there were other maids and workers at the household, Kaguya wouldn’t return until after classes finished. 


They managed to sneak inside and locked themselves within Hayasaka’s room, both letting out a sigh of relief when they managed to complete the journey unscathed and hopefully unseen. 


“I never thought you were lying, but damn… You make one hell of a maid.” he commented, rubbing her shapely backside through her skirt. 


“Hmm, I don’t have to put on an act for tonight. I’m a real maid, after all.” said Hayasaka, twirling in a circle and allowing her dark-skinned stud to check her out. He whipped out his cellphone and snapped many pictures for memories, something that Hayasaka permitted him to do, having a tendency to revisit some of their older memories through pictures he’d taken and sent her himself. 


“That’s right… You don’t have to put on an act, because you truly are my dirty, slutty little maid.” he growled.


“Is there something you require of me, Master?” asked Hayasaka in her dutiful, serious voice. 


“Damn right there is, do what you do best, suck the cum out of my black cock.” he snarled, hopping onto the edge of her luxurious mattress, the weight of his muscles easily caving it in. 


“As you wish, Master. I will tend to your needs with your favorite lips.” smiled Hayasaka, grabbing a pillow and tucking it under her knees, her hair already tied up to perfection, allowing her smooth tongue to coat her thick lips with a coat of saliva. 


“You’re so arousing when you’re this obedient, Hayasaka.” splaying his legs further apart to allow Hayasaka to work her magic. There was no need to force himself upon her, because Hayasaka was going to provide him with the stimulation that he needed, no matter what. Undoing his belt, unzipping the fly and clasp and watching as she pulled down his slacks past his muscular thighs, Hayasaka might as well had hearts in her eyes as she playfully rubbed the object of her affection across her jawline, on her cheek bone, even allowing her silky hair to rest upon the ebony phallus, before once again sliding it down the opposite side of her cheek, softly rubbing her blushing, white face with his jet-black cock. 


“It’s so incredible, Master.”


“What is?”


“Your black cock.” 


“Damn right it is, you love-”


“I love it so much… Ahh, Master. It’s an honor to serve your huge, manly cock. It’s so strong… It’s beautiful… Black cock is the best.” murmured Hayasaka, staring at the oversized tool as if were a God. Hayasaka’s worship of it wasn’t artificial, her words weren’t exaggerated in the slightest, it was the truth. If words alone weren’t enough, then her actions ought to suffice. 


His extraordinary manhood was throbbing with heat and every beat of his heart, gasping and trembling with excitement was Hayasaka as she plugged her throat within a heartbeat, expanding her esophagus until he was able to bottom out entirely to what felt like the warm canyon walls of her throat. She expressed her unhealthy love for bbc through squeezing every possible inch with her slimy, watery gullet. Hayasaka had become the type of depraved woman to feel pleasure flooding through her system from performing on his cock alone, her entire body jerking against her will, rubbing her inner thighs together to help ease the tightening of her anxious pussy. 


Although his stamina already seemed limitless, he was now able to last several rounds, their sessions no longer ending after just one or two ejaculations. Hayasaka spent the next half hour slobbering, spitting, swallowing over her Master’s sweaty, tangy-tasting meat. He gently caressed her face and gorgeous hair in sensuous fashion, running his fingers through them. She refused to even pull him out for a breath, swirling her tongue in spectacular fashion while not even bothering to swallow the excess spit she generated, creating a fantastically erotic mess, fondling his nuts with each hand that were hardly able to contain the sweaty, leathery skin. There was no longer a need to communicate when he’d ejaculate, because Hayasaka could figure out all of his tendencies by now, and treated his heavy, chunky loads like they were routine meals. Caking her face with the milky liquid as she spasmed and came her panties slightly from the torrid waves splashing in her mouth. Hayasaka wasn’t curiously exploring his beautiful cock any longer, knowing where his most pleasurable spots were after countless blowjobs, deepthroating and facefucking. Of course, she slurped everything up without a trace, an accomplishment that Hayasaka was only capable of recently. 


“Wow… You’re better every time we do this.” he praised, leaning back and watching Hayasak rock back on her haunches, tilting her head back and gargling the glue-like sperm in a tantalizing fashion. It was a perverted move that she’d witnessed during one of her late night clitoris-flicking sessions, and she’d been wanting to try it out for her beloved sex friend, smiling when she’d caught a glimpse of his awestruck face. To provide the perfect finale, Hayasaka gulped the rest of the contents down in one final gulp, opening the wet cavern her mouth and showing off the spotless, slutty orifice, sticking out her tongue with had thick strings of saliva attaching to the roof of her mouth. 


“Woah. That was fucking sexy, Hayasaka..” 


“Mmm… Was my performance satisfactory? I believe that I did a pretty good job.” smirked Hayasaka, rubbing her cum-glazed lips with her thumb, and sucking on her digits. Applying what she’d learned their entire time together, she finished off with a loving kiss planted directly on his oozing slit, performing a quick clean-up blowjob as he thought about his answer.


“Damn right, you did. I wouldn’t expect any less from my lewd maid. I trained you so well, didn’t I?” he said, stroking his own ego.


“Yes, it’s all thanks to you, Master. Maybe your lewd maid deserves a reward from her kind Master, don’t you think?” winked Hayasaka, wrapping her hands around his girth and playfully wiggling it from left to right.


“Oh, you’ll be getting a reward, all right.” 


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Hayasaka’s back was laid completely flat on the mattress, heart aflutter from the clear dominance of strength that this virile man was displaying. The mattress sank heavily underneath their combined weight, his big black body casting a huge looming shadow that covered her whole body as she was pinned underneath him. Hayasaka’s maid uniform remained equipped except for her frilly skirt that was nearly ripped to shreds, yanking her sullied undergarments down her pale legs. This was only the second of many times they were going to fuck, it was inevitable. Hayasaka’s fascination with his black member, and his preference for her pale pussy, were like a match made in heaven. 


“A-Ah… This is a little scarier than before…” thought Haysaka, referring to the fact that she hadn’t taken the bottom position yet. Foreigners, especially black men tend to be larger in sheer mass compared to Japanese men, so there weren’t many women that she knew that could relate to the sight that she was witnessing, or the nervousness she was feeling. Hayasaka was far from a weak, timid girl. She definitely felt like one underneath the humongous mass that was his athletic, dark brawny body. She was completely dwarfed in size, trembling in delight as she wondered what his stupendous muscles and gifted genetics were capable of, only receiving a minor preview during the time that she took his great fuckstick for the ride of a lifetime. 


“Are you ready for your rough cockfucking, my whore of a maid?” he taunted, lifting her womanly, silky legs up with her knees rising closer to her face. Hayasaka was no longer the prude that was dense when it came to sex, they were assuming a mating press positon, one that was popular in pornographic films online, especially in the videos that she watched that featured powerful black men conquering smaller, Japanese women. Hayasaka weakly nodded her head, bracing herself for the impact. She felt her body coursing with a type of pleasure she thought not possible, the entrance of her flowing tunnels being probed by his massaging tip. 


“Please give it to me. I want your black cock in me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think of anyone but you, Master!” yelped Hayasaka, completely forgetting about the need to keep her voice down, nearby fellow maids or houseworkers potentially hearing the commotion happening upstairs. Nevertheless, she swiveled her hips upon feeling the breaching of her splashing cunt, feeling her pussy begin to coil around the invading shaft, silent gasps leaving Hayasaka’s lips as she once again felt rejuvenated in womanly bliss. Entering the throes of passion, her juicy pussy allows his hulking black cock to rub against the inner folds of her velvety pussy.  Their lips locked together in a near-romantic kiss, despite the raw, unadulterated fucking of their primal bodies. He snuck his arms underneath her rump to tightly hold her ass cheeks, pumping into Hayasaka’s aching, narrow cleft like a playtoy. She was enthralled as Haysaka creamed so copiously on the veiny shaft that it was hard to believe they’d just started, her toes curled up tightly as her back straightened out with her hips pushing forwards, waves of rippling pleasure soaring throughout the entirety of her naked body. 


“Mmmnph!~ Mmmmnuuaahh! Mmmmnngghhh!~”


It felt like everything else in the world seemed to disappear. Her duty as the lead maid of one of the Shinomiya households, her everyday school life at Schuchi’in Academy, it all felt so irrelevant in comparison to the fleeting, dream-like pleasure she felt now. The rugged slamming of his horse-cock left her pussy clamping around him for dear life, her eyes slammed shut with the wide head pistoning in and out of her sex, the immense pressure sliding in and out of her with reckless abandon. They weren’t fucking on equal terms, it was a total one-sided obliteration, Hayasaka mewled and cried as her “reward” came in the form of a visceral, carnal breeding. The rigid darkness driving Hayasaka to otherworldly nirvana, waves of satisfaction exploding down every limb of her body, lips freed from the tugging, lip-sucking kiss as his mouth was replaced with his broad chest, grunting against it as Hayasaka squealed and lost control in mind-boggling pleasure.  


“W-Whhaaa?! A-Ahhh!~Aaahhh, yeeess! Unnghh!.. L-Looveee black c-cockkkk! L-Love i-ihddddd!~” panted Hayasaka, screaming her orgasm underneath his heaving body as he  constantly slid and stretched out her wedged-open fuckhole, grunting like a wild beast as he consistently rocketed his incomprehensible length within her grasping, constricting pussy. Her pussy lips stubbornly refused to let him go, forcing his swelling, massive black cock to eject every bloating shot of sperm into her receptive pale pussy, once again her body working tirelessly to soak up and consume as much of his black seed as she possibly could. If there was ever a time where Hayasaka would abandon the usage of birth-control pills, her pregnancy would practically become inevitable. Covering her body with his enormous black frame leaning over hers, she was hardly visible beneath him, folded and crunched in half as the vile noises escaped from their room and echoed out into the hallway. Her grinding cervix shuddered as Hayasaka was manhandled, driving into her to finish off his ejaculation with linear, ramrod-like thrusts into her sluttily popping, queefing cunt. 



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A few days later…


They were having the time of their lives, their entanglement knowing no bounds, picking and choosing intimate and risky locations that only served to accentuate their already stupefyingly awesome sex. His creative ideas and his infallible perversion led to numerous stimulating situations, where this time they decided to replicate their initial meeting, at the fated room of the Student Council, during the evening on the same week day that they’d met. Hayasaka dressed properly for the occasion, sneaking into the room using the same methods she’d used on that fateful day, wearing her erotic catsuit that hugged tightly around her hourglass, curvaceous figure. 


“Shit… She looks even better than the first time we met. It must be because now I know what it feels like to be deep in her guts.” he commented, clearing his throat before immersing in his role. 


Hayasaka was told prior to their meeting that she were to act as if she were a spy trying to complete an intel-gathering mission, and just like the day where this all began, her mistake was to forget to lock the door. 


“Hey, what are you doing?” he said, opening the door and being greeted to the sight of Hayasaka’s big, round butt swaying from side to side as she pretended to search for something underneath the desk. 


They went back and forth, their conversation proceeding as if the situation was the real deal. Neither of them broke character, the two making steady improvements in their respective role-playing skills. Hayasaka was a spy caught red-handed, which usually meant termination for a role that required complete camouflage and anonymity. If her identity was exposed, then her fate was sealed. Almost like when they first met, Hayasaka offered to give him money, to which he vehemently denied, having his eyes on another set of prize that was worth far more than any wad of cash could have secured him. 


“I want a taste of that delicious looking ass of yours.” he responded, which were words that he truly wanted to say to her back then. Deep down, he knew from the very beginning that he wanted to turn Hayasaka into his plaything, but never did he anticipate becoming so attached to the euphoria they’d given each other. 


“Are you serious?” she retorted, perfectly replicating that disgusted, disappointed tone in her voice that she used to regard him with. 


“You’re damn right, I am. If you don’t think I’m serious, I’ll rat you out to every single person I see.” he threatened, a faint smile forming on Hayasaka’s lips for a second, a minor blunder.


“I guess I really have no choice then.” she sighed, turning her around and bending her wrists back on the table to support her, with her available hand she tugged down at her skin-tight pants, sliding them over the curvy balloons of her fantastic assmeat. Hayasaka had already kissed him, jerked him off, used her tits to make him cum, performed an insufferable amount of blowjobs, and had her pussy pounded numerous times. There was only one of her virgin holes left, and Hayasaka required some convincing before she eventually gave in to temptation. After all, as his personal maid, her master’s word was absolute. 


The skimpy black thong that she wore made his cock twitch in his pants, the fancy fabric separating a clean line straight down the middle of her crack, sticking out her butt and presenting her fat, thick white ass in inviting, welcoming fashion. They were going to have anal sex. 


Hayasaka admittedly never found interest in taking a penis up her anus, in fact the thought had never crossed her mind. Everything that she learned about herself sexually was thanks to him, the foreign exchange student that blackmailed her into becoming his personal cumdumpster. If she were able to receive her cock in some shape or form, then Hayasaka didn’t care what she needed to do. 


The minuscule fit would prove to be their greatest hurdle, which is why he’d properly lubricated his black truncheon, understanding that the anus wouldn’t nearly be as simple to penetrate as Hayasaka’s heavenly pussy. If it weren’t for the skirts that she wore to school and at home as a maid, then more people would have been aware of the dump truck she was carrying behind her. Hayasaka’s marshmallow-white bouncy cheeks were the pinnacle of asses, he’d never met a woman with a finer set of cheeks in his life. Not in America, not in Japan, Hayasaka was exceptional. 


“Then it’s time for you to start paying up, you slutty spy!” he roared, raining down a barrage of triumphant smacks that shook her naughty buttcheeks like jello. He wanted to keep her revealing thong as an accessory, peeling it down her fine legs and unveiling Hayasaka’s dripping wet pussy, groping the dough-like flesh of her bubble butt before spreading them apart, introducing himself to her bright puckered hole. It was nearly as tiny if not smaller than Hayasaka’s pussy prior to its blackening, lately her absurd tightness had eased somewhat, loosening after the rampant, brutally manly poundings that she had received. 


Hayasaka was playing a role, meaning that she couldn’t allow all of her true feelings to show, feigning resistance by trying to avoid his grasp. For some reason, it didn’t feel like the first time she’d done this. Has Hayasaka been putting on an act all of this time? From when? The start? Maybe Hayasaka always wanted this from the beginning. It didn’t matter anymore, whether Hayasaka wished for this to happen, or dreaded the thought of it, the end result was the same. 


There was always something extra special when it came to conquering one of Hayasaka’s holes for the first time, each session with her was memorable, but he’d never forget their firsts together. He’d slept with countless women, but none of them left him smitten like this. 


“I hope you’re prepared, cause you’re in for a rough time!” he hissed, striking at the peak of his arousal, his elongated cock having already reached full mast without any direct stimulation, the spectacle of Hayasaka’s gorgeous ass alone was more than enough to get him riled up for the task. Hayasaka’s booty flesh clapped when his hands possessively palmed them, nudging and pushing his viciously large cock against the entrance of her anus. 


Hayasaka eyes widened as her arms started shaking against the table, the black battering ram propelled from his hips in scintillating fashion to power its way through her sphincter, a scorching hot, intense pain as a result of the painful stretching. The excess lube coating his mandingo was the only thing that rendered penetration from such a mismatch in proportion possible, and Hayasaka’s booty was being shoved to its limits. 


“Aggghhhh!~… Unnnghhh! S-Slower! I-It feels weird!” gasped Hayasaka, sputtering nonsensically as her eyes went cross-eyed, an odd taste on her tongue with her mouth becoming dry. Bent over in submission, Hayasaka lost her breath, the extended black hose dominating its way into the crevice of her anal cavity. It sank deeper within uncharted areas with every purposeful, forceful shove. His copious grunts would occur with every grinding feeling against Hayasaka’s uber-tight anal walls. Wishing to also convert her into his black cock buttslut, a fiend that desired anal sex amongst other forms of intercourse, Hayasaka’s vibrating howls of ecstasy sent a delicious chill through her spine. It felt like her small butthole was being crushed by a heavy, impaling weight that left her thighs trembling and threatening to give out underneath her. The meathead located somewhere in her flat stomach, an absurd sense of fulfillment ushered through Hayasaka’s veins as she felt his dangling nuts mush against the softness of her lily rear. 


THUMP! THUMP! WHAP! WHAP!


He didn’t treat her like an anal virgin at all, fully immersed in the act of a man that could do whatever he wanted to this captured spy, without consequence. The way he’d totally destroyed Hayasaka’s bum hole with a flurry of fervent thrusts lacked sympathy and rhythm, reckless smashing that left the euphoric blonde grumbling and groaning incoherently. Her pussy weeping from the elicit fucking of her butt, nipples hard and erect like diamonds, smushed against the table as she was folded on top of it. Hayasaka’s fat, curvy butt wobbled as he retracted his outstretched hand, arced it downwards, and collapsed onto her pliable rear. The piercing pain that he’d inflicted upon her was wickedly pleasurable, in a delirious expression of mind caused by mind breaking ecstasy. 


“C-Cumminnng! Cuuhminnnggg!” squealed Hayasaka following a sharp intake of air, twerking on his hips while he bounced back and forth on her pillowy cushions, ramming the entirety of his tremendous, slippery shaft that anally dominated the unfortunate spy. 


Hayasaka mindlessly left her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, the sensitive skin of her ass turning red from the abuse, lunging back against his earth-shattering thrusts. It didn’t matter if he fucked her mouth, pussy, or asshole, her gaudy moans never failed. She tried to exclaim her love for black cock, which comments would have come straight from her heart and not the character she was playing, but her voice failed her, instead leaving her throat was a chorus of shameless, wanton moans. Hayasaka no longer felt guilty about her inherent desires, this is what she wanted- No, it was what she needed. 


The front of her catsuit fully slid down her front, leaving Hayasaka completely naked as he yanked on her long straight locks. Getting her ass beaten by the bulky black cock hurt, but it was a pain that brought out the darkest depths of Hayasaka’s inner perversion. Corrupting the once prideful lady, exhilarated by his accomplishment, watching as her back was covered in a sheen of sweat. Slamming all the way until her bum smashed against the base of his trunk-like shaft, his strokes deep and hard, the gigantic cock replacing her most vivid and heartwarming memories of her life at Shuchi’in Academy, harrowing moans sounding off the entire room, erupting from deep within her gut. 


“Ohhnghhh! Ohhhhhh! Oohhnnnnggghhh!”


Hot, slimy fluid blasted into her rectum as her head was pulled backwards from the grip of his strong, powerful hands. Hayasaka’s vaginal essence secreted out of her quivering pink folds, her anal surrendering causing an incessant orgasm to erupt from her core. Her buttocks shaking violently in twitching, erratic motions as he deposited his filthy seed into her gaping hole, not a word exchanged between the both of them as they completed their taboo, “non-consensual” fucking. 


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A week later… 


His cell phone was blowing up with unread text messages and missed calls, all coming from numerous women that he’d started to ignore ever since meeting Hayasaka. They didn’t excite him any longer, and they were becoming desperate with the lack of black cock in their lives, relying on him to take care of their womanly needs. 


“Look at all of these sluts… So clingy and desperate….” he thought, beginning to ponder if Hayasaka would respond similarly to them if he’d given her the same treatment. 


It was that thought that formed an idea in his head. Breaking Hayasaka into becoming his personal black cock slut had taken several days and weeks of dedication, but if he wished to truly break her, he felt the need to change his strategic approach. This whole time, he’s been pulling Hayasaka towards him, always the one setting up the dates, telling her where and when to meet. It was something he’d never done with the other girls, because they’d always come flocking to him, like a group of hungry animals. Now that he put some thought into it, Hayasaka hadn’t yet admitted that she was now serving him without their “deal” in mind. He wouldn’t allow her to use an excuse for her obedience, wanting to make her follow his orders on her own accord.


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“Huh?…” mumbled Hayasaka, her heart sinking as she read the text message that was just sent to her by her Master. 


“Yo. You can treat your side of the deal fulfilled, I won’t tell anyone about your secrets or what I saw that day. I’ve gotten bored of you now, so I won’t be fucking you any more.” 


Her heart sank, and Hayasaka’s fingers trembled as her mind went blank and she couldn’t type a response. This is what she was supposed to be celebrating, right? Then why did she feel so depressed, she wondered. Her daily life had changed tremendously since she’d become sexually active, day after day, night after night she was guided towards life changing orgasms. The cruel treatment of being casted aside like garbage left Hayasaka in a terrible place, she had come to be dependent on him, dependent on his fantastic black cock.


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“Fuck, should I text her?… It’s already been a few days now, and she hasn’t said a word. I haven’t seen her in school either. No, I can’t back down now. Hayasaka will come, I know she will. They always do.” 


As if his thoughts triggered an event, Hayasaka finally messaged him. 


“Please don’t leave me. I need you to fuck me. I beg of you, please come over to my room tonight.” 


His plan succeeded, and he bursted out in laughter at the change he’d induced in Hayasaka’s personality. It was fascinating how being deprived of addicting pleasure could affect a woman’s sanity. 


He’d obliged to Hayasaka's offer, and on that night he showed up at the location she’d texted to his phone. The door was unlocked, and he walked right in, immediately greeted with an astonishing sight. 


The biggest miscalculation he’d made was how thoroughly wrecked her mind would become, behind her stoic facade Hayasaka was a dangerously depraved woman. In order to regain his interest, and once again have that black cock all to herself, she could sell off even her own mother. 


An older woman that he didn’t know, but could already tell was related to Hayasaka was none other than Nao Hayasaka, Ai’s mother. Ai bashfully loved Nao to bits, and yet she’d done something that she could never take back. Her arms were bound behind her back, and she visibly seemed out of it, drugged with potentially an aphrodisiac that heightened her arousal to unbearable levels. 


“Oh, wow. Is this your way of trying to win me back?” he asked, already unbuttoning his shirt as he kicked the door shut behind him.


“Yes… Please don’t leave me. I can’t-… I can’t live without your cock. I don’t give a shit about that deal anymore, I don’t care if you tell everyone my secret, just let me serve you once more!” begged Hayasaka.


It was an offer that he couldn’t refuse, Hayasaka’s mother was an equally as charming woman that he wouldn’t be able to seduce under normal circumstances. Any girl at the Academy he was confident he could seduce. It didn’t matter if it was the innocent Chika Fujiwara, or the dutiful Miko Iino, or the ever so popular Tsubame Koyasu, and even the Vice President of the Student Council, Kaguya Shinomiya. They could all fall for him, just like Hayasaka did. 


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“Yes, mother. Just like that. You shouldn’t fight it. You should be thankful that you’re able to serve such a superior man.” spoke Hayasaka into her mothers ear, guiding the bobbing motions of her head as she practically shoved Nao’s slobbering mouth until she’d nearly managed to swallow up until the hilt. 


“Mmnph!~ Mmmnnnhhh?!” a panicked moan left her lips, confused as to why her body hadn’t been responding like she’d wanted to. The effects of the drug left her at the point where she couldn’t think straight unless someone dealt with her outrageous hormones. 


“That’s right, Hayasaka. Black is better, right?” he said.


“Yes! Black cock is the best, don’t you think Mom? I bet it tastes better than any dick in the world. Ohhh, I want it. Please fuck me when you’re done with her!” pleaded Hayasaka, falling to her knees grabbing him by the thigh pathetically. Joining her beautiful mother as the two performed a double blowjob, dragging their hot tongues on opposite sides of his energetic dick.


“Be a good girl and wait your turn patiently until then.”


“Yes, daddy!” 


Nao looked at her daughter like she didn’t recognize her, and after receiving a mouthful of viscous sperm, after sucking black cock for the first time in her life, Hayasaka’s mother was granted the same fate as her daughter. He picked her up off the floor and untied her arms, locking his own past her armpits and securing an ironclad grip behind her neck, holding her in a constricting full-Nelson hood that became sweaty and steamy quickly.


Ai Hayasaka watched in mesmerization, squelching noises escaping from her mothers noisy pussy, having never quite envisioned a scene more erotic than what she was seeing. Her plump motherly flesh jiggled profusely, as Ai watched as her mother lost her wits, seeing her momentarily become limp after swiftly being defeated by the godly black cock. 


After she was finished, he dropped Nao on the floor carelessly, proceeding to pounce onto Ai who'd done a fine job waiting. They had a long night ahead of them, and Hayasaka came furiously in the matter of seconds, backed-up after suffering through days of black cock and cum deprivation. It had become a necessity for her to function, valuing it over anything else in the world, even her own mother. Nao didn’t fight it, instead succumbing to her urges brought to life with the drugs. He’d stacked them up against the wall, hammering them from behind as he distributed his sperm evenly between them, shooting his load out and decorating their butts with his dripping jizz.


The mother daughter threesome sent his body and libido into overdrive, having never fucked a pair of women as beautiful as they were at the same time. On every piece of furniture, and in every room he’d rigorously pounded their weeping vaginas to a wet pulp. The women of the Hayasaka family had both surrendered to black cock, stacking Ai’s mother right on top of her, as he spent several minutes pistoning in and out of their holes, slapping their bums like he were playing a set of drums.


“Mmnph! Mmnnghhoo! Gggh! Ggkkkhh!”


The whole house was filled with the stench of raw, unprotected sex, lingering with the smell of virile sweat. Nao Hayasaka was the first to pass out in a concussive state, her rude awakening to black cock fascination resulted in over five orgasms, hips twitching in the air as her motherly cunt squirted like a fountain in the air before giving out. 


“Never say you’ll leave me again.” moaned Hayasaka, biting his bottom lip as her hips lunged forward and impaled itself on his obscenely thick darkness, staring into each other’s eyes as they embraced, hours into the sexual marathon, the two of them having built each other’s stamina. 


“Are you mad at me, Hayasaka?” he huskily whispered, licking her bottom lip as he stirred himself deep inside of her stomach. 


“God, yes. I hate you, but I love your black cock so much.” mewled Hayasaka, crunching her abdomen as she was plowed against the bed creaking underneath them. 


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The morning after…


After a satisfying night, he contemplated on who were the next ladies that he’d wanted to add to his collection. Ai Hayasaka reignited his flames for sexual dominance, and especially after owning her mother, too. 


“Fujiwara’s tits are pretty big… Maybe I’ll start with her.” he thought, rubbing his chin. 


Perhaps his newly developed relationship with Hayasaka had broken something inside of him, but it’s not like he’d cared much about it. 


To be continued..








