Chapter 2 - Mizuki's Date

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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“Yeahhh… God damn… This feels fucking good, Chisato.” growled the buff black man leaning back against the pillows stacked up against the wall, legs crossed with his phone held in his hands. Chisato allowed him, or more precisely, had no issue with him recording her squeeze that huge ebony cock of his up and down with her opulent bosom. The engorged limb lurched out vertically and pointed towards the ceiling as the tamed ricebunny was fucking it and slapping it in between her tight cleavage, representing another country when clothed in this skimpy bikini with the colors and patterns of the American flag covering both pieces. 


“Honestly, you have no restraint, do you?” jokingly teased Chisato, bringing her face dangerously close to the dark purple cockhead, that nightstick shuddering within her chest’s grasp as her eyes focused in the middle of the black object obscuring her vision. Her comments are sarcastic because she was truthfully equally as complicit as he was for all of this. An obsession that went both ways, a natural attraction that couldn’t be denied. Chisato’s creamy white skin looked simply perfect when wrapped around that thick trunk who never failed to leave any woman in awe. 


“No, I don’t. How am I supposed to restrain myself when I’m with you? I’ve never met a cuter, thirstier little slut than you.” he retorted, grateful that she’d given him permission to film these monumental moments in their lives where they would get hot and heavy during their private time together. Chisato was working her beautiful tits magically, those pillowy orbs caressing him in a lewd embrace while she lifted her gigantic flesh in rapid, pumping motions. 


“That’s a fair point.” giggled Chisato, making sure to always keep this intimate eye contact that intensified their already potent sexual connection. She never even closed her eyes when she leaned forward, planting a feathery kiss of the lips that pushed the hard knob forward. Afterwards a huge droplet of precum squirted out of the engorged slit, detected by Chisato’s keen sense of smell she returned for an even wetter, hotter and sexier kiss that essentially devoured the delicious treat for her taste buds to savor after sucking her lips inward to drink it. 


They’d sneaked away after meeting up for one of these sessions daily. Oftentimes during her work breaks, or any time where Chisato wasn’t occupied or obligated to be somewhere. Hidden from view from the unseeing public on the nearby beach, taking cover behind a large rock that almost was able to hide them from every angle except behind where the calming waves of the water splashed against the sand on the shore. They have gotten dangerously close to getting caught on several occasions, but they didn’t care enough to take any greater precautions. When these two were together, there wasn’t anything in the world that was capable of standing in between them. A magnetic attraction to the other, a couple that couldn’t possibly be separated. 


Still, this was a safer compromise to the times when he fucked her from behind, making her moan loudly like a filthy slut, turning her legs into jello as they shook violently threatening to give out underneath her. He was cumming soon, having developed a sixth sense to predict when that wonderful black behemoth would erupt. There wasn’t anything more fascinating in the world then the moment where these giant lustful cocks belonging to these sexy, muscular and hung black men would shoot out that milky liquid. It tasted like a drug to her, not wanting to go a single day without it. Chisato, who knew for certain that he would soon ejaculate, being the ever so spontaneous one that she was, opts for the less ideal as it was clear that things would get messy. After all, she can’t resist being on the receiving end of such a perfect money shot. Simply moving out of the way, or having him finish elsewhere was probably what most women would do in her situation. She would be completely defiled by his virile musk, a state that only the sluttiest of them all wanted for themselves. 


“Shoot it out all over me already! All of that black cum!~” demanded Chisato, massaging the rock hard black rod in between her titties and squishing them together in a final effort to make him blast his semen all over her. Chisato’s assertive demands resulted in a series of viscous, long ropes of baby batter to erupt from his shiny meathead. It had the ferocity of a volcano, emptying the contents of his bloated balls hanging low in that dark satchel of flesh, plastering her inviting face and willful tongue that stuck all the way out like a kid trying to taste the rain falling from the skies. It’s a projectile that Chisato obediently and intentionally avoids dodging, only closing a single eyelid from the heavy rope of batter weighing it down. Worn over her visage like makeup, her lips were formed in the widest smile she’d made today. How beautiful and yet depraved a woman of her stature looked when buried under the painting sheen of superior cum produced by his supreme, colossally large testicles was something else. 


“Phew!~ That was a fat one, even more than usual. You really worked for that one, didn’t you girlie?” he teased, patting her on the head and watching Chisato clean his manhood with her silky smooth tongue, licking him like a popsicle and making sure to properly cleanse and consume her reward in order to look presentable before returning to the group. A dilemma so avoidable if only she weren’t dead set on eating his dense penis juice every time without fail. Taking pictures and recording wasn’t out of the ordinary for these two, the curvy asian girl and her tall, handsome black stud had built up a sizable collection of both photos and videos that were recorded primarily on her phone. 


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Meanwhile…


Mizuki let out a heavy sigh while scrolling her phone during the slow hours of the day, where there hadn’t been many customers visiting for an extended period of time. They had finally upgraded to an actual cafe, instead of that truck they were positioned in. Chisato was of course working the same shift as her, so they were both feeling bored during these mundane hours. Being the little devil that she was, always instigating something out of pure entertainment that she took from their interactions, Chisato started to prod Mizuki and bring up a sensitive topic that she would rather not discuss at the time being.


“Soooo… Mizuki, how is everything going? You know. With that guy that you’ve been seeing?” asked Chisato, never afraid to ask a question no matter how personal it was. Mizuki was usually quite open about her several attempts to find a man that could satisfy her on a date, always complaining about wanting a boyfriend. 


“Huh? Oh, yeah… Everything’s going wonderful, Chisato. Thanks for asking.” replied Mizuki, lying through her teeth. On the surface she wanted to make it sound like everything was going great, and that there were no issues whatsoever. However, this was an act that she couldn’t put up for too long. It’s already been two months since Mizuki had started going out with this man, someone who she'd met on the island. The reason for her dissatisfaction couldn’t have been his face, after all Mizuki did find him to be good looking as a member of the opposite of sex. When it came to their dates, on the other hand… They were mediocre. There was no other way to put it. 


He turned out to be more of a primadonna than expected. Mizuki was a woman that wanted to have a strong arm to cling onto. Someone manly. A man that would never stop making her heart beat wildly. A conqueror. An alpha male. She wanted someone that she would have no hesitation depending on. Someone that could ravage her, but also treat her like a princess. That was Mizuki’s fantasy relationship, a partner that she’d been searching for all of this time. She knew it might’ve been a little bit unrealistic, but that didn’t stop the constant disappointments that she’d encountered in her unremarkable dating history. Expectations that could never be met, it was truly a tragedy. 


“Is it really too much to ask for?” she pondered to herself, wondering if she had to make a compromise of sorts to find true happiness. 


If the dates were boring, the sex was worse. In bed, she was even tougher to please beyond romantic affection. It was so dull. Mizuki hated how it seemed like there was no guy that could ever make her cum. She was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with herself, and not the men that she was hooking up with. One shot and he’s out. That’s all it took. A few minutes of thrusting, the type of bland fucking where she had to fake all of her moans, lay on her back and pretend like she wasn’t going through the woes of an average Tuesday while he grunted and bucked pathetically while emptying out his measly load inside of her. Another uneventful night where she couldn’t even sleep peacefully after, rolling over the side without even feeling the yearning to face him. It shattered the hope that Mizuki had before moving to Hawaii from Japan. There was a common perception that foreigners would typically triumph over Japanese men when it came to sexual intercourse. There was a rumor that she remembered hearing that their genetically superior, athletic bodies resulted in them being better lovers. He was a good bit taller and a little more muscular than the guys that she’d spread her legs for back in her home country, but the two experiences between foreigners and letting this handsome white man smash her weren’t too far off. He was only a little bit bigger than normal, not that she believed that size meant everything. After all, Mizuki hadn’t ever taken anything beyond six inches. The differences had sometimes felt negligible, beyond the shape and thickness. From the bottom of her heart, she wished that things were different, and that that gossip was real. 


Even though Mizuki found black men to be crude, a notion that she’d shared with the other Lycoris ladies when having their delightful “girl talk”, she found herself experiencing a bit of a friendly envy towards Chisato for her own successful love life. 


“How good can things really be? I always had a feeling that Chisato leaned in that direction when it came to the debate we were having… Even after how much I talked up a storm about how much I liked the idea of dating white men, and that black guys aren’t my type, Chisato seems to be the one happier between us both.” contemplated Mizuki, skeptical of the extent that her happiness could really reach. 


Chisato initially tried to keep her newfound relationship under wraps in the beginning, but to no avail. They were naturally drawn to each other, and based on their conversations alone anyone could tell the type of bond they shared between them. Even Mizuki of all people found herself blushing lightly hearing the way they flirted with each other, whispering hushed provocative words to the other. Chisato was always leaning into him, hand on his chest, while his own perverted touch was constantly palming her ass. Mizuki didn’t take her to be the demonstrative type when it came to boyfriends, and yet they were always sneaking kisses behind the counter, briefly fondling his muscles or in turn he would be sneaking touches of her arse. 


Mika has been quite gruff about the whole situation, but at the end of the day only required the men to not be disruptive to their business as the only condition. If Chisato were to wear one of her suggestive bikini tops that she habitually wore, then she would have to cover it up. A perfect example of this would be the top that she was currently wearing, the one that had just cupped a pool of cum in no more than an hour prior to her return to the job. Mizuki can still hardly believe it. 


“There’s no way that she’s being treated like a lady, right?!” thought Mizuki, who was half-listening to what Chisato was currently saying as she held her phone out in front of them, scrolling through the photos of all the sightseeing that they’ve done together as a couple. It sounded like gloating at first, but she was also happy for her friend that genuinely sounded cheerful. The pictures ranged from the beautiful landscape of Hawaii, to the exotic food that they’ve eaten together, and of course cute photos she took with her man. Mizuki rolled her eyes at one where Chisato was planting a kiss on the cheek with her dark chocolate lover, not shy to voice her own opinion that white men were still probably the better option. 


Still.


The height difference between the guy and Chisato was truly jaw-dropping. She didn’t consider Chisato to be tiny, but she certainly seemed that way when standing next to him. That is, this particular size difference however was not as jaw-dropping as the impending sight. 


“It’s honestly been so amazing, Mizuki. I’ve never been so satisfied in my life. I can’t even think about any of the guys that I’ve been with before, I really don’t care about him. I have zero complaints about anything! We can go out anywhere together and have a fun time. We’re compatible as people, and especially in-... Ah! Maybe that’s a bit too inappropriate.” giggled Chisato, winking at Mizuki who was turning a bit red from her near accident slip-up, veering dangerously close to getting detailed about her mindblowing bouts with his big black cock. During this conversation, right after she cut herself off, Chisato accidentally scrolled to one of the plethora of selfies that she’d taken. This wouldn’t be an issue in the slightest, that is, if it wasn’t one of the dirty collaboration of images that was stored on her phone. Chisato’s eyes were completely blocked by the intimidating, dark skinned monster that looked solid as a pole, sprawling with veins as it looked so powerful and almost muscular from the unstoppable girth. On her face she wore the widest grin, and a classic peace sign posing for the camera. Her quick reaction time allowed her to scroll past it after only a second, but that one black blur was enough to register in Mizuki’s memory. How anticlimactic her introduction to sex with foreigners had been was an utter disappointment, but it was at this moment when Mizuki realized that she hadn’t experienced it all. Not even close. White men didn’t consist of every foreigner, after all. 


“Oopsies.” muttered Chisato, putting her fingers on her lips after being a bit shocked by the accident that she’d just committed, clearing her throat and trying to innocently play things off as she snuck her phone back into her pocket, making one of her signature cute derpy faces. 


That wasn’t fast enough. The imagery of the colossal size. The eye popping contrast between the darkness and Chisato’s paleness. The sheen of manly cum and thick spit had already burned into Mizuki’s mind. A spectacle that she wouldn’t be able to forget, even after only seeing it for a second. Her jaw was already hanging to the floor, still staring at the spot where Chisato was holding her phone previously, as if time had stopped for her. 


“...”


She was speechless. She didn’t know what to say, or think. Mizuki had never seen anything like it before. That thing couldn’t have been a penis, right? Never in the dozens, or maybe hundredth of male anatomies that she’d laid her eyes on had any ever resembled that. It almost didn’t feel correct to call it a penis. It deserved a more vulgar term. 


“Really big, I know, right?” nervously laughed Chisato, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead while she playfully patted Mizuki on the back, almost apologetically.


“...”


“Sorry.” coughed Chisato. 


Mizuki entered some type of nervous panic after returning to her senses, glancing around her as if to find someone to confide in. 


“W-Where’s Takina? I wonder what she does on her days off?” asked Mizuki, trying to change the subject and not acknowledge the comment she made about that humongous monstrosity being “big.” 


“That wasn’t just ‘big’. That was fucking enormous! What the hell was that thing?!” Mizuki’s voice angrily echoed in the back of her mind, not exactly certain what it was that she was mad about. For a woman that claimed to not be interested in black men, it was certainly looming in her head quite a bit. 


“Oh, Takina? Well… I bet that she’s probably having a fun time right about now.” cheekily answered Chisato, peeking at her messages. Visibly reaction to a video clip that had been sent to her by one her of chocolate lovers friends, the thumbnail of the video was of Takina covering her own eyes posing like the ricebunny slut that she is, her slim lips puckered around his beautifully engorged cockhead. Her fingers tapped quickly on the screen, responding that she couldn’t wait to watch them in person, and cheered him on to take proper care of her. 


Mizuki tilted her head in response, wondering what exactly Chisato was suggesting. 


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A couple weeks or so ago…


Takina noticed that Chisato’s apartment door was unlocked, and being the responsible friend that she was, made it a point to enter to remind Chisato that it was a little bit of a safety hazard in this day and age. Chalking up this mishap to her usual carefree slob tendencies, nothing out of the ordinary for her airheaded comrade, Takina was feeling particularly bored this day and thought that it would be nice to storm in and nag her for a little while. 


“Hey, Chisato! You left your door unlo-” yelled Takina, swinging that very door she was talking about wide open, and her words immediately failed her when her eyes registered the absurd sight that stumbled into. It was a reminder that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to walk in on somebody unannounced during their time to themselves. In front of her was Chisato, down on her knees, blindfolded with a group of black men circling her. Takina will never forget the day where she first laid eyes on those magnificent, dangerous members. Despite how far away from them she was standing, those dense, virile cockshafts jutted out so menacingly with their gigantic size apparent. Chisato was stuffing her cheeks full with their sex organs, mouth watering with thick saliva bubbles foaming around her lips, thrusting her head back and forth into the crotches of not one, two, but three guys at once. The way that it stuck from their groins and bobbed obscenely was tantalizing, a noticeable sheen of her spit left behind, Chisato was clearly affectionately making love to these men with her mouth, impaling it with their cocks. 


“Mmmm!~... Mmmm… Tastes sooo goooddd~... That’s what makes it so hard to guess!” giggled Chisato, smacking her lips together before parting them again and inhaling that barbaric prick to the best of her ability, downing it with exceptional skill. 


Takina was aware of their relationship, the most obvious being the one that she went out on a date with first. She’d even heard them having sex behind the bedroom door before, and while those vile sounds rattled her, Takina was not prepared for this. 


Covered in the tar-like sludge of cum, the sticky white fluid clung to her skin, with Chisato only turning her head to wave at her friend only after properly satisfying the mammoth inches that plunged the wetness of her salivating maw. 


“Oh, shit.” 


“Yo. How’s it going, Takina?” 


“Fuuuck. She gets better at sucking my cock every time.”


Since they were still speaking English, Takina wasn’t able to fully grasp what they were saying, but understood the important bits. Living there for a while, she was finally starting to pick up on the language, reaching an acceptable level of understanding. They all greeted her with familiarity, because the three black guys that were currently feeding Chisato their thick cocks that she treated as if they were so beloved were none other than the same trio that frequented their shop every day. Takina was aware that they’ve had their eye on her since the beginning, but never did she think that Chisato would end up getting down and dirty with all of them. Apparently, they didn’t need to fight over her, because she willingly serviced the men that she found so unbearably attractive. 


“Takina! Hi, hi!~ I can’t see where you are right now, I hope I’m waving in the right direction, haha! We’re all playing my favorite game! I have to guess whose black cock belongs to who, and I can’t fully deepthroat it to guess with length. So I have to figure out by either the smell, the shape, the thickness or the taste.” explained Chisato, sticking her tongue all the way out and flattening it against her chin, grabbing the base of the two ebony clubs to her side, and smacking all three of their fucktips on her sloppy tongue. 


“W-What?!..” murmured Takina in disbelief, she wanted to turn away and shut the door to give them their privacy, except that she couldn’t even budge. She couldn’t fathom how Chisato wasn’t panicking in this current situation, it was taking all of Takina’s might to even keep her eyes open with the debauchery unfolding in front of her. 


“Hmm? Wanna give it a try, Takina?” invited Chisato, casually asking her as if it was the most appropriate thing to do when being barged in performing a three-man black cock blowbang. 


To describe herself as shocked was an understatement, she was beyond that, a flurry of mixed emotions and thoughts that she wasn’t even able to process. Naturally, she didn’t respond right away, a couple moments of silence apart from the wet sucking and humming noises coming from Chisato to decide it was alright to continue feasting her meal, nearly forgetting the plot of even attempting to make her guesses. 


“That’s an amazing idea! Takina’s the only woman that rejected me so many times before. I know damn well you’ll start coming around once she starts to learn the taste of my cock. Ain’t that right, Chisato?” he cockily boasted. At this stage of their lives in Hawaii, Takina has practiced her English communication skills that sufficed for basic interaction, mostly excelling in listening rather than speaking given that she was also normally the quiet type regardless. The one that spoke out to her was the man out of the group that had talked to her the most. In terms of his build he was on the leaner side compared to the other two, still maintaining a muscular physique, sporting 8-pack abs that glistened under the lights they were currently in. He had the body of an athlete, standing at a height of around 6 foot and either two or three inches, still towering over Chisato and Takina despite being the shortest of the trio.


His elicit words inflicted a pronounced effect because Takina had actually learned what the word cock meant all thanks to Chisato herself, who told her when she asked after overhearing one of the conversations she was having with her assumed lover. The one that was currently hitting on her had a habit of pursuing her after mostly every visit, his interest in the long-haired Japanese beauty was apparent. He complimented her bewitching purple eyes, and was a fan of her hard-to-get personality, having not cracked for even a second after his multiple failed attempts at hitting on her. She wouldn’t even show a glimpse of interest, this was the first time where he’d ever seen Takina visibly shake, no longer that calm, expressionless look on her face. 


“A-Are you kidding me?! What do you mean, I should give it a try?! And where do you go off saying such d-dirty things? T-Taste your co-?! Unbelievable. I can’t believe you, Chisato. And especially you!” scoffed Takina, pointing her finger at the man that had been pestering her all of this time. Whether one were to ask her if she was fond of this person or felt disdain, the answer surely would’ve been the latter. They’ve never once gotten along, their personalities clashing as if they were polar opposite. He was exactly the type of loudmouthed, disrespectful individual that Takina would never consider to be her “type”. The haphazard response of anger was all that she could gather, chastising them for this utter lewdness, glaring at him in particular, blaming this type of immoral behavior from Chisato on him. 


“Hmm? What’s the matter? You seem so angry, Takina. You know I love the look in your eyes when you look like this.” he said, approaching her with confidence. Takina for the first time was incapable of masking her reactions, seeing his glistening toned body heading in her direction, she was so embarrassed seeing that dangling cockmeat hanging between his legs. Instead of covering up anything at all, he let his junior proudly swing around to catch her eyes following them. No matter what Takina said or did, she could never deny the fact that she had hormones much like any other girl. Deny her inhibitions as she may try, it ultimately failed when facing such a compelling foe. 


“Go away… I’m not interested in you or anything!” sputtered Takina, trying to sound as fierce as she could, but only coming off as adorable for the black man that laughed in response. Her little outburst wasn’t very convincing, and turned her head as she’d try, her eyes doing all of the speaking. One last final defiant pushback, that was the extent of her rebelling, a valiant effort through and through. Chisato simply smiled, knowing that this act was all but worthless in the end. 


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Hours later….


On the brink of passing out on the couch, Takina is laying with her face-down, ass perked up, fucked silly to the point of operating literally brainless. Her naked, slender frame was littered in used, cumfilled condoms that were carelessly discarded all over her. Those perky breasts topped off with the nipples that were the hardest they’ve ever been, the twitching she’d do every handful of seconds the only movement so far, the virgin having been blown out of this world and her insides left under the impression of nearly being broken and dismantled. 


“Hahaha!~ Maybe we overdid it for her first time, boys?” nervously laughed Chisato, rubbing the back of her head as she looked over her friend that had a wicked, lewd smile on her face. Eyes half-lidded, in a state of pure exhaustion slumped over on her side, the pooling semen soaking into her beautiful clear skin. 


“Shit, maybe we did.” one agreed, laughing while drinking down a bottle of water.


“She deserved it. Always nagging us around and shit at the shop. I didn’t expect her to feel so good, though. Her pussy is tight as fuck.” said the man that was her conqueror, having been the one to unleash on her the most. The other two definitely plunged into her wet, quivering folds and pleasured themselves to a ripe, asian virgin pussy for the first time but he’d always been eyeing Takina since the beginning. Chisato and her hubby always had the fiercest sex, the other two still alleviating themselves and able to make the busty blacked bimbo blonde cum buckets, but there was always a distinctive difference in her intimacy and orgasms when doing it with the broad BBC carrier that sexually owned her. 


“Yeah, she wasn’t so bad. Not as good as fucking Chisato yet, though. Never met an slut that can take dick like her. You been treating her well, huh?” said the largest man of the group, his voice noticeably the deepest, simply sounding like an enforcer. He technically wasn’t the “leader” of their trio, with the guy that Chisato had been fucking the most, and now cuddling technically being the one. This man was the most intimidating, for sure. He was a literal unit, nearly 270 pounds of pure bulked muscle, close to standing at an insane seven foot tall. It was a miracle that Takina was even able to be penetrated without getting completely destroyed, but that was ultimately because he’d ended up getting bored of her. Takina didn’t hold the candle to the black cock succumbed veteran in Chisato yet, and in truth his carnivorous eyes were tracking another gorgeous, supple piece of meat that frequented the Lycoris Recoil cafe. 


Since then…


This iconic moment in Takina and Chisato’s sisterhood as closest friends skyrocketed their shared carnal experiences, with Chisato having added numerous photos and clips of the Lycoris BBC-loving duo snowballing their potent, juicy cum together. Having always been on borderline questionable terms, making out while sliding gouts of sperm from their tongues. An album's worth of cock-on-face selfies. They were sending clips and images to each other constantly, having become obsessed with the glorious fucking of fulfilling their obligations as women to properly serve these three horny, sexy and gigantic black men. 


Takina never lost her reluctant front, not allowing logic to do its speaking when showing up to their place after every single invitation, taking priority over anything else in this world. By now, the guys all enjoyed conquering her over and over like it was a game, and one that Takina lost every single time. Always claiming that she wasn’t losing to black cock, only to end up as blacked out as she was during her cumslut introduction. 


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A few days later…


Mizuki’s constant sighing throughout the day was worsening over every one that passed. Adding another flop of a date to the list, this pretty-boy boyfriend of hers wasn’t stepping up to the plate. She was left in charge of the Lycoris Cafe on a day where both Mika and Takina had booked off, for their own individual reasons. It was becoming a habit for Takina to be present less often than usual, and Mizuki was noticing a difference in behavior coming from her recently, too. 


“Everything all good on your end, Mizuki? I’m going to step out real quick to help Kurumi close up, alright?” said Chisato, waving at her friend to snap her out of her trance, walking by. 


“Y-Yeah! Everything’s been going amazing! Just as usual, haha.” sarcastically laughed Mizuki, giving Chisato a thumbs up. When she passed by, Chisato left her phone on the counter table where Mizuki was standing at, and when she noticed Mizuki was about to pick it up and remind Chisato that she left it there, until she noticed that it was unlocked and on her homescreen. Stopping herself before the words can come out of her mouth, she paused at this golden window of opportunity. 


“...”


“One look won’t hurt, right? I-I’m just a little bit curious, that’s all. I don’t know what the secret is behind Chisato’s successful relationship!” thought Mizuki, the urge to satiate this boiling curiosity that gnawed at her brain overpowering her sense of morality. This cellphone was the property of one of her cherished friends, scrolling through her private conversations was something that a real friend would never do. Her hand was trembling a bit, but once they clutched the device she’d already given into the prying, convincing herself it was just be this one time. Understanding that there’s a time-limit to this, and that Chisato wasn’t going to take her sweet time closing up shop, Mizuki rushed towards finding that image in the gallery of familiar photos that Chisato was showing her on that fateful evening where that mysterious, dark figure of tremendous proportions graced her intrigued, mesmerized eyes. From that moment, Mizuki had always wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her, if the glasses that she wore caused some sort of phenomenon that led her to seeing things. There was no way that a monster stemming from a man that daunting exists, right? 


Fingers tapping like crazy, she clicked on the Image Gallery app and hardly needed to scroll anywhere until that striking, heart-piercing sight struck her. Drawing an audible, exaggerated gasp with Mizuki covering her mouth from the pure cockshock that impacted her ten times greater than that preview from a few days ago. 


“No way. There’s no way that thing is real. Holy shit! Look how much bigger he is than Chisato. Wow. He’s so much darker than her, too. Their skin complexion is the complete opposite. U-Uwwaaahhh?! How does she look so comfortable l-like this?! It’s so veiny… And really fucking gigantic! There’s no way that can even fit inside of a pussy, right?! O-Oh! That look on her face… She’s enjoying it so much. She’s sucking on it like it tastes so good?!...” the internal monologue derailing the more immersed in this erotic images that vividly encapsulated the sheer amorous nature of Chisato’s fuckings seemed to absorb Mizuki until she couldn’t stop tapping the screen and swiping over to the following picture, the gallery far more plentiful than a single image. A mere glimpse didn’t do it justice, Mizuki was now completely engulfed in the story that these series of dark, girthy cock imposed pictures were telling. Resting on Chisato’s soft, pretty face. Her kissing the spherical purple tip, tongue flexing and lapping at the protruding vein. Several shots of Chisato sluttily fellating the menacing anatomy, Mizuki had never encountered in her entire life something like this. Chisato looked like she were in heaven, the way her dewy, lascivious eyes regarded that erection she made love with in any shape or form was something that she revered like a god. Point of view videos of Chisato on all fours, getting plowed down in doggystyle, wrapping her generous tits around the pitch black pole, a facial splattered all over her unrecognizable face. 


“Jesus christ, look at all that cum! How much did he produce?! Chisato almost looked possessed in some of these pictures… I’ve never seen a woman act like this before. I’ve never felt like this for a man, either. These dicks are fucking massive. Are all black guys like this? I always figured that they did look bigger than others, b-but I didn’t know that applied to the size of their dicks, too! Does it actually feel better if they’re this huge? White penises did feel a little stronger than Asian guys… B-Blacks look completely different… I mean.. I-It’s almost terrifying.” thought Mizuki, her eyes having never been opened so wide, there was a cottonmouth sensation in her mouth, tongue dry and her breathing slowly becoming hot and shallow. 


Chisato buried beneath all that cum, wearing a Queen of Spades choker around her neck, nails noticeably painted the darkest shade of black, something that only now Mizuki recognized as a symbol of something. It was a sworn loyalty to men of African descent, only now was she able to properly comprehend the vast canyon between them and the other “foreigners”. Lumping them up together in the same category was a disservice, Mizuki now believed the rumors about their superiority, as shameful as it would be to admit. They were just on an entirely different stratosphere, Mizuki had never been reduced to such an ogling mess, heart pounding in her chest like she’d been stricken by the arrow of cupid, staring at the thick, long and black penis like it were divine. Still, her stubborn personality wouldn’t allow her to openly acknowledge it, or even confess to herself. Mizuki silently scrolled through a series of photos of Chisato being a servant to three enormous black cocks, blindfolded, surrounded at every side, all of them pointing to her face. 


“T-Three?! All at once?.. Oh, god. It’s probably those three. They’re those scumbag friends of Chisato’s boyfriend. She’s fucking them too?! B-But!.. How is there one that’s even bigger than her man?! I almost didn’t realize that outrageous thing was a cock! I-It looks thicker than my arm… Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit! I can’t stop looking at it! How long is it?! That has to be over twelve inches, no?! Is that even supposed to happen?! God, it looks like a black battering ram. Some type of huge snake, or something. Literally looks like a flexed muscle, the thing is that strong… What a huge, meaty looking dick. Is this the appeal of black men? S-Stupid… Stupid big fucking cock.” swore Mizuki, frustrated that these whirlwind of emotions was affecting her, always believing in her ironclad stance on “tastes” in men, believing that she was never the one making the wrong choices, that there was no way that black men were the better choice, that they were well-suited to one another. 


Mizuki didn’t even notice how her tongue was slipping out and moistening her lips, licking them as she sensually caressed the image of the biggest, blackest member she’d ever seen. Mizuki’s mouth was watering, her plump chest heaving with every breath, fingers trembling as she zoomed in on the preposterous, grotesque, law-defiant organ. It shouldn’t exist. It shouldn’t be real. It shouldn’t have this stranglehold over her. She’d always tried to ignore or blow away this group, wanting nothing to do with them. Mizuki never considered a relationship with a black man, they simply didn’t fit her type as someone she could get along with. Caught up in that whole fiasco of white men being the pinnacle, having always been one to hold onto her strong opinions, having a specific type that she liked. It almost hurt her that these immense, gigantic schlongs belonged to those three that she practically hated. Bickering constantly, always denying the advances of one man in particular that always hit on her no matter what, making disrespectful comments about her appearance, learning the vulgarity of his words after acquiring knowledge. Ashamed to have learned some particularly dirty terms from when she asked Chisato their meaning after overhearing the black guys talk about her. 


“Mmmhh. What the fuck… It literally looks like it should belong on a horse or something. It probably belongs to him, too. I bet. He’s fucking huge, it’d make sense that his cock is huge and fucking black too…” stammered Mizuki, gulping and zooming into his particular column of virile ebony fuckmeat, left in absolute awe. Mizuki was experiencing heavy symptoms of a size queen, the temptation of confirming the theory of bigger being better, of black being better. A tsunami of emotions had her breaking out in an anxious, lewd sweat. Time that was slowing down had now come to a complete stop, freezing as she took in every meticulous detail of this image. How long she could’ve stayed standing like this, fixated gaze upon this miraculous manhood… The answer was indefinite. That is, until Mizuki was startled by a certain sneaky and conniving Chisato sneaking up on her. 


“Kyaa!~” squealed Mizuki in the most feminine voice she’d ever made, dropping the phone on the table in a panic as it slipped out of her clutches. Her cheeks were noticeably red, and her body temperature was hotter than normal, like in the beginning stages of a favor. Chisato had a smug grin on her face, poking Mizuki with her elbow who shyly cowered away out of pure embarrassment. Readjusting her glasses while coughing, trying anything to paint the image that she wasn’t doing exactly what she had been doing. Mizuki was a little afraid that Chisato would get angry for this, and she had no idea how to respond because she was so distracted by that ginormous, black beast that she’d forgotten all about the time limit and the consequences of being caught. 


“Oh-ho. I never thought that you would stoop this low, Mizuki. To look through my precious gallery. I thought you said you didn’t like black men, hmmmm?~ I wonder why you were staring so hard, then. I saw that you were definitely fancying my man, but there ended up being someone else you’ve taken more of a liking to, isn’t there? Staring a little too hard, don’t you think?” teased Chisato, who wasn’t the least bit upset, smugly bumping Mizuki’s arm while she was turning her head in whatever direction away from Chisato. 


“H-Huh?! I have no idea what you’re talking about, Chisato. I wasn’t looking at anything! I-I don’t like black guys, I thought I told you that! I’m not judging you, or anyone!... P-Pervert.” stuttered Mizuki, losing composure of herself. It was as if Chisato had noticed that day the ill effects of catching that glimpse of that BBC was doing to her. Everything was transpiring like it was a part of her little plan, and that she did this on purpose. Mizuki, who was beyond flustered and jittery, finished putting everything away in a hurry. 


“Yeah? A pervert? Why would you call me that, if you didn’t see anything? Hehe. There’s no need to be so shy with me, Mizuki. We’re friends, you know? I can tell when you’re lying.” giggled Chisato.


“I’m not lying! That’s just your imagination.” responded Mizuki, almost fumbling a cup that she was trying to stash away. 


“Really? Hey, you know that cup you’re holding? I’m pretty sure that the three of those guys can fill that up.” commented Chisato, that extremely unwelcomed and perverse comment baffled Mizuki. 


“Fill up?! What the heck are you talking about! T-There’s no way… That’s too much.” scoffed Mizuki, like it was nothing more than a myth. 


“Mhm. Sometimes it’s like I’m taking a shower in it.” casually commented Chisato, like this was a natural topic to discuss with a coworker. 


“So shameless!..” gawked Mizuki. 


“Admit it, they’re so big, right? I’ve never once had sex with three guys at once. The only reason why I wanted to was because black men are just… Bigger and better… Your date hasn’t been satisfying your needs, has he? I don’t mean to pry, but I can tell that you’re bored, Mizuki. Aahh, if only you’d consider black guys. Have you ever cum so many times in one night that you passed out? Do you know what it feels like to have your womb slammed by a huge cock?” whispered Chisato, crossing a barrier in typical girls-talk that was already too personal or lewd to be sharing in public. 


“How can you talk about these things, C-Chisato?! You’re the only one becoming degenerate, not me! Okay?! Y-You’re obsessed with them. I can’t believe you’re doing it with all three of them… They’re bad influences on you! And it’s my choice who I decide I’m attracted to or want to date! I-I’m just not that into black men like that…” murmured Mizuki, losing the strength in her voice towards the latter end of her response, like she was doubting herself. 


Bzzt!.. 


The loud vibration caused Mizuki to instinctively look over, and coincidentally Chisato’s phone had just received more photos and video messages from Takina’s contact. Showing Mizuki everything. It’s full of English written words that were typed by none other than Takina’s king, having found herself a special boyfriend amongst the trio that shared her. They naturally belonged to all of them, but the girls and the boys seemed to settle in with one partner that the rice bunnies submitted to more than the others. 


Progressive shots of Takina covering her face like the previous time, only to reveal the lewdest face that she’s ever made, her lips sucking in like a vacuum the way she was insatiably eating the chocolate cock in her mouth, a used condom strapped to her nose. That distinctive fashion choice again with the black-painted nails, Mizuki saw their attire was almost like a uniform, or a proud statement to the world that told all women and men alike who they belonged to. 


“Ahaha. Takina’s having a blast. I should join her after I’m done wrapping things up!” exclaimed Chisato while stretching, the way she was so brilliantly proud like this was a completely normal relationship was bewildering. 


“Takina, too…” muttered Mizuki.


“Yep! And maybe soon, you too?...” said Chisato sarcastically, giggling to herself with a sheepish smile showing her teeth. 


“W-Wha?! No way. Stop that. No! Stop trying to suggest that I want to get with black men! I am dating someone, you know! I am definitely-... Perfectly happy.  They’re just not my type, okay?! I like more refined gentlemen. I’m sure there’s some out there, but your group of “fans” are way too rude!” spat Mizuki, trying to blow off any implications that Chisato was insinuating. 


She nodded her head like she was listening, but all of Mizuki’s complaints were entering one ear and out the other. Instead of responding with words, Chisato clicked on her phone and let the video play. 


“Aahngh! Hoogh! Hhgguu! Yuunghh! Kkkk!~” 


Takina’s unhinged screams spilled out into the room despite the video being played at a low volume. Mizuki could clearly hear every single one of her uncontrollable moans, accompanied by the boisterous slapping noises. Chisato presses buttons, and Mizuki receives a cruel reminder of how dull her sex life has been. These… Vile noises had never once been replicated by her in bed. Takina sounded like she was screaming for her life, Mizuki could hardly even let out a moan. Her insecurities were now more apparent than ever, almost glaring. 


“How can you know they’re not your type if you’ve never given it a shot, Mizuki? This can change your life, you know? I’m not going to get intimate with anyone not black now, because I know my worth. Why settle for less, when there’s so much more. You’ll never go back, once you’re blacked.” hushed Chisato in her ear, the conversation now becoming serious and less abundant in teasing. 


The bells on the door jingled when they opened, still having not been locked during closing hours the familiar faces of the three dark-skinned men welcomed themselves in, walking like they owned the place. Mika would’ve shouted at them, but he wasn’t here. Takina used to glare at them, but now Mizuki realized why the looks she’d given them had changed. They used to be so cold, but now it was a look of self-convincing defiance. 


“Yo, baby. I’m here to pick you up.” said Chisato’s man, the first to walk in with the other two following right in. Mizuki’s heart nearly stopped beating as jumped at seeing them so soon, after having only been a couple seconds removed from witnessing their godsent, breeding phalluses moments ago. Having to pretend like nothing of the sort ever occurred, Mizuki was almost trembling with bashfulness, her cheeks crimson. The others were hard to look at, but the unbearable one was the giant amongst the trees, who had to lean down to bring his head past the door, a stud tall enough to become a professional basketball player. Failing to realize the sultry look she had in her eyes that gazed at him hungrily, she’d normally verbally disapprove of them entering but instead she’d grown quiet. Mizuki didn’t even look at the faces of the other two right now, almost haunted by a certain man. 


“Appreciate you, Chisato. Just like you said, sexy ol’ Mizuki is still working her shift today. What you saying, sweet cheeks? How you been? I’ve been hearing about you.” said the tallest, most physically imposing man that she’d ever seen. 


The charcoal-black complexion of his skin was the darkest, wearing a black bandana and strolling in without a shirt, his bulky mass of muscles were out on full display. Rock solid in toughness, his magnificent biceps looked bulbous and round like bowling balls, carrying those boulders around with every step. His masculine voice made every word sound like a command. Mizuki’s breaths were trembling, and deep. This indecent man was flirting with her again, except now she was letting it get to her head. There was a cloud of tension that made it challenging to even look at him. His English was always harder to understand, because of the way he would speak and his accent. Mizuki’s head tilted back when he approached her, now standing right in front of her.


“U-Um. Nothing. I’m okay.” stuttered Mizuki, cutting the conversation short and trying to pull her eyes away from him. It was helpless, she was now digesting every one of his defining features. His massive dark frame was glossy from sweat, and he was exuding an exotic aroma that was pleasant to her nose. His physique was truly peculiar, not even the strongest fighters that Lycoris encountered in the past was built like him. He was not only buff, but extraordinarily large. He took up so much space wherever he walked, making everyone around him look small. Remembering how every shirt he wore stretched because of how jacked this man was, boasting incomparable strength, with her stare dropping towards his crotch, where she visibly saw the outline of his flaccid snake resting, bulging outwards inexorably. Mizuki bit her bottom lip, undressing him with her eyes smoldering with hidden lust and passion. Putting his personality aside, his chiseled face was pleasant to look at, too. He didn’t have the youthful, shiny and dazzling look that the white man she was dating had, his look more rugged and rough. 


“Behind those shorts is that ridiculous, stupid huge thing..” 


“So you’re free? You’re looking hotter than ever by the way, Mizuki. Your tits are really popping today. Let me treat you right, baby girl.” he said, his sexual harassment taking a while to register and comprehend because he wasn’t using easy English, only piecing things together when trying to reflect and remember what words like “tits” meant, which was answered by Chisato a few days ago. 


Mizuki blushed mightily at his advances and struggled to piece the words together to tell him to “fuck off” like she used to, her hands sticking out in front of her almost like to try and stop him from getting too close, panicking as her eyes kept darting back and forth to the sexily scrunched up hose packed beneath those shorts. 


“Let’s get drinks together, Mizuki. Chisato told me you don’t got enough spice in your recent dates. Not happy with your boyfriend, yeah?” he gloated, teeth showing white as he placed his hand on Mizuki’s shoulder, his mammoth fingers wrapping all over them. His English simple enough, Mizuki looked offended when bringing up her dissatisfaction with her current dates, and turned to scold Chisato for leaking their private conversations to others. 


“Chisato! You!-” 


Only to choke up when seeing the lovey-dovey blonde in the middle of a sloppy, wet kiss. Chisato’s lips were being attacked at angle, and her pink tongue visibly flicking out of her mouth licking his own was out in plain view as Mizuki looked lost staring into the distance while hypnotized by their display of affection. A french kiss of this intensity was too smutty to be done in public, Mizuki watched how Chisato’s tongue moved as they made out, even able to hear the sounds of their lips smacking and wetness mixing together. They were so energetic, hearing how their hot breaths hitched out of their mouths, wrestling for over a whole minute until it was completed with a stringy saliva trail connecting their tongues when their faces eventually separated. The lewdness of this “kiss” was so brazen, even if the store was empty and closed. Chisato knew that Mizuki was standing right there, and yet she had no qualms in relinquishing herself to this feminine urge. 


“That was a really steamy kiss..” thought Mizuki, accidentally. She hadn’t kissed anybody with that much passion in her life, and that was when they were trying to make “love”. This was just a greeting for Chisato and her man. 


“Come on. Let me win once. It’d be a waste for a woman like you to keep wasting her time on those losers. Just a quick drink, me and you. Let’s get to know each other, baby. I’ll give you the treatment you deserve. I’ll change your mind. I’ll show you how a king treats her queen. Stop messing around with them white boys, let a real man show you what’s up.” he said, gently caressing her sides and holding her waist, feeling her hourglass figure and reminding himself why he found this voluptuous beauty the sexiest of them all. His intention to fuck her so badly showed with how his meat was lurching in his boxers, stiffening ever so slightly as they talked. 


Mizuki twirled her hair and leaned on one leg, having done nothing to move his daring hands. She clicked her tongue and looked back and forth between Chisato and this mountainous dark man. 


“I have a date tonight… In a couple hours.” sighed Mizuki, like she couldn’t believe she was even entertaining this conversion with a response. Usually she would just flick him off with a middle finger, or appear disinterested and go on her phone. She was even speaking English directly to him, although her speech wasn’t the best. 


“Oh, come on, Mizuki! Give it a shot! Even if it’s only for an hour, or less! Oh, I know a pretty nice hotel bar nearby! My hubby brought me there a few days ago, you’ll love the drinks there and everything!” cheerfully encouraged Chisato, trying to push her friend in the same footsteps. 


“...”


“S-Seriously?! Ugh, fine! You win. I-I’ll go try out those stupid drinks with you. I just want to put this nonsense to rest.” stammered Mizuki, reluctantly agreeing to his invitation for the first time in months under the convenient pretense that she was only doing this for these troublesome “accusations” from Chisato to end, and for his constant flirting to stop once she’d at least satisfied him with one little date. 


“Looks like she agrees.” says Chisato, because Mizuki had just been speaking Japanese. 


“That’s what I’m talking about, beautiful. You won’t regret this, trust me. Drinks on me. You’ll have the time of your life.” he growled, caressing her face and swiping his meaty thumbs across her cheek, teasing her. Mizuki’s face was so red that he couldn’t help but laugh at her, which infuriated Mizuki who batted his hand away, clutching at her purse and storming out the cafe.


“I’ll send you the time and location, Mizuki! Have fun, girl!” shouted Chisato while waving, Mizuki didn’t dare look back in her flusteredness and kept stomping forward. She couldn’t believe herself, she actually accepted his date! With the guy that she convinced herself she despised. Mizuki always talked badly about him especially! His crude nature and the sexual comments he would make about her body, she didn’t like any of it! It made her feel objectified, and he was persistent no matter how badly or many times she rejected him. If that was one positive quality, it was that he wasn’t quitter. 


“Whatever. It’s not like we’re doing anything but sharing some drinks together. It’s merely a pit stop before my actual fun begins, with my gorgeous model of a man, who is so sweet and treats me like a princess! Once I actually start getting serious with him and settle down, I’ll have no more doubts.” thought Mizuki, coping to herself. 


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Mizuki returned home to dress appropriately for her date, for which one however was a different question. She’d never felt this nervous before meeting with someone, this gargantuan black man’s presence alone shook her to her core. All that was planned too was a few drinks, she shouldn’t have been feeling like this. Mizuki knew all too well the reason why she was thrown so off balance, the imagery of his night baton pumping with life, large powerful veins coursing with energy. The biggest, blackest cock that she’d ever seen. Mizuki was fanning herself off while changing her clothes, her ample cleavage damp with sweat in the middle. Looking at herself in the mirror while she contemplated her actions, she was already booked with a romantic date with her good-looking, model man in a short while from now. Instead, Mizuki was first going to some random hotel bar to drink with a brutish black man that had done nothing but disrespect and try to seduce her, knowing that he didn’t care about romance. 


“Geez, what am I doing?! I-I’m wearing this for my date, that’s all.” sighed Mizuki, disappointed perhaps in herself. Changing into her black thong and wearing a matching bra with skimpy, frilly laces and a large cup to support her hefty, springy breasts. What was hidden underneath wasn’t outdoing what she wore on top, either. Hugging her stimulating, womanly curves was the sexiest black sparkling dress that she owned. The tight-fitting garment highlighted the shape of her round butt, the most extravagant piece that she could possibly wear, shining like the starry night. Mizuki puckered her lips while applying a gorgeous, fiery shade of red lipstick. Her plump, full lips looked so inviting, alluding to her mature aura. Mizuki gave herself a little wiggle to see if her bountiful tits would spill out, recalling the numerous times where he mentioned how big and heavy they were. Mizuki’s eyes looked hazy, gently feeling herself up, nodding her head in approval at their softness and buoyancy. Astonishing herself from how dolled up she ended up being, the final piece to top it all off was a black choker that made her alluring neck even sexier. 


“Hold on, I’m wearing all black! Wouldn’t that make it seem like I’m-... Oh, whatever! It’s too late now! It’s just a stupid coincidence, that’s all!” thought Mizuki, remembering how Chisato and Takina painted their nails black to send a message. 


Later…


Mizuki checked herself out in the reflection of the hotel lobby’s window before steadying her breath and entering the establishment, fixing her hair and dress to ensure that everything was in the right place. Begrudgingly meeting with her pre-date, arriving with an unamused, harsh expression on her face like this was their last place she wanted to be. Mizuki made a mental note to try and prove that black wasn’t right for her, and that all of this should be swept under the rug once they’re done drinking. 


“Well well, you actually showed up. And look at you, I’ve never seen a more tempting woman in my life. Mizuki, you fine piece of ass.” he praised, openly checking her out with a whistle, looking up and down on her from head to toe. A lot of his attention was distributed between her eye-popping bust, showing off a ton of cleavage with her bouncy pale flesh. Mizuki huffed and flipped her fashionable hair, hand on her swaying hip that was sticking out. 


“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” responded Mizuki, swiftly. 


I guess I’m mildly impressed that he’s at least dressed somewhat presentable.” she thought, in comparison to his usual attire. Mizuki felt her thighs tremble when the mental imagery of the swinging club of manmeat that belonged to this behemoth of a black man continuously popped up again, like a fog looming over her. Shaking her head to try and rid herself of these thoughts, afraid by the fact that she was warming up to his positives, his hunkiness had her chest thumping loudly. 


“Come sit that thick ass of yours down right here next to me, hottie. I’ve saved this spot just for you.” he said, sliding over a glass of red wine to his side. Mizuki hesitantly accepted his invitation, and used her hands to flatten her dress against her backside before taking a seat. 


Mizuki was more than capable in handling her alcohol, so she wasn’t worried. 


“This will be a done deal. Then I’ll move on, that’s all. Just a few drinks and chatting.” she thought, steeling her nerves. 


Half an hour later…


The alcohol didn’t leave her plastered or drunk. Mizuki did loosen up quite a bit, however. Instead of keeping her distance and dryly responding to his questions if responding at all, she was actually holding a conversation. The towering, domineering man was showing her pictures from his vacation in Japan, and it ended up striking a chord with Mizuki as she saw a few spots that she’d been to and spoke radiantly about, and others she’s planned to go to but hadn’t yet. For a moment, Mizuki completely forgot about her “actual date”. She wasn’t ever that excited about it, and she was feeling a little depressed and guilty for not being gung-ho about seeing him. Right on cue, he pressed her on the topic. 


“You still gonna go see that white boy, Mizuki?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her waist, and holding it. 


“Mhm. Don’t call him ‘white boy’. It’s not nice.” responded Mizuki. She had to pretend for appearance’s sake that Mizuki was thrilled to see him, in fact she shuddered thinking she’d have to go and waste her time there.


“What’s the point? You clearly don’t give a shit about him. You wouldn’t have gone out on a date with me instead. Bitchy ol’ Mizuki finally gave black a chance, never thought I’d see the day. Chisato always told me how hooked you were on white boys. They don’t know what to do with all that.” he scoffed, licking his chops while fearlessly ogling her shapely frame. 


Mizuki understood about half of what he’d said, but mustered well what he was saying about black and white men. She didn’t know how to refute, because he was completely in the right. 


“What does he mean? Doesn’t know what to do with all that.. Does he mean that white men can’t handle my body? And he’s suggesting that only black men can…” thought Mizuki, piecing it together.


“Well…” murmured Mizuki, chin tucked down because she was cowering away once more, the pressure turned on. 


“There’s no need to be so stubborn, baby. I’m gonna show you the fun that them white boys couldn't. I’ll make you a changed woman.” he said huskily, tilting her chin upwards with his finger that had felt so assertive when angling her face up to look at him. Mizuki resonated with those words, and her blush deepened seeing how intently he was looking at her lips. Almost as if to instinctually prepare, Mizuki swiped her tongue across her ruby red lips, pausing for a moment and turning in her chair more to face him. She was hopelessly bashful, silently conceding to her internal struggle when Mizuki finally stopped refusing. He was so much bigger than her, Mizuki jerked slightly when she saw those huge, thick and purple lips come crashing down on her. Mizuki closed her eyes and puckered her own, sticking them out to receive it. Exhaling heavily upon contact, Mizuki held their lips together for a generous few seconds longer, feeling how moist and large his lips were while kissing him back. Pushing her thick but smaller, slimmer lips against his own. They finished the seconds-long kiss with a wet pop, then they pulled back looking at each other's face, reading their expressions. Mizuki’s solicitous eyes looked so enchanting, and the kiss felt so firm, enjoying how his big lips smothered her own. 


“…” 


She didn’t say anything, but he could tell that Mizuki was in the mood to keep kissing. Letting out a squeal when he picked her up off of her seat, then sat her down on his lap. Mizuki’s back was arched and she sat snugly into his groin, sliding her butt left to right and comfortably sitting on his crotch. He caressed her sexy lower back, something igniting in Mizuki who didn’t dare utter a word while grounding herself onto his package. Hard to miss when bunched up in his pants that failed to contain it, nothing could possibly hold a cock that triumphant. She naughtily sat down on top of it and moved her hips to massage it with her doughy flesh without thinking, humming a light moan feeling it smoothly brush against the supple bubble of her plump butt. Mizuki’s eyes darted wide open when he cupped her face, and smashed their lips together. 


“Mmm!~” happily moaned Mizuki, holding onto his massive chest with her face tilted backwards, panting through her mouth after his slimy tongue demanded entrance. Mizuki’s core was set aflame from this whimsical, adrenaline-rushing naughty kiss. She had a date in under an hour and instead Mizuki was swapping spit with a huge black guy, smacking her silky pink muscle against his slightly salty tasting appendage. She tasted the alcohol on his tongue, opening her mouth wide to dance with his hot, wet tongue. Closing her lips when his own rubbed over top hers, fully engulfing them. Creating a filthy, slick wet popping noise when their sealed lips would break their contact, followed shortly by Mizuki’s enthusiastic tongue wiggling around his. Mouths tightly pressed together, his bigger lips slanted over hers as he overpowered the kiss. She could only taste his saliva, the busty bombshell bouncing in his lap and teasing his gigantic black cock by grinding it against her firm butt. He growled and manhandled her hips, lifting her and slamming her big butt down against his clothed prick that was beginning to feel like a steel rod painfully running down his leg. Mizuki swallowed his demanding tongue and grabbed the back of his short-shaved head, throwing herself at him with her enormous milky tits pressed against his burly chest. 


“I got a room for the night. Come upstairs with me.” he ordered, no more fooling around in his voice. Mizuki weakly nodded her head, closed her eyes and pushed her lips out demanding more. She quickly fell in love with his huge, thick kissable lips. Everything happened so fast that her brain barely had time to process. Mizuki felt like this was all a dream, and one she didn’t know she wanted to wake up from. 


“Mmph!” 


One final kiss for good measure before they went up to his room, Mizuki’s head was forced back when their mouths collided, noses bumping together. He tilted his head left and right with their lips twisting and sliding together, planting several kisses repeatedly to make her happy, then licking a trail over her sealed lipstick covered lips. Tasting Mizuki’s hot breath while she wrapped their tongues together once more, moaning into his mouth when he clutched her soft rear, wiggling her hips and smothering his growing tent with her tantalizing asscheeks. 


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“Woah, woah, woah. Where am I heading?! There’s no way I’m actually going through with this, right! This is a mistake. Ahhh!~ What am I doing?! I really let him kiss me. It was such a dirty one, too… It did feel good, but I have a date for crying out loud!” thought Mizuki, the internal panic she was enduring was somewhat visible on her slightly sweating face. 


Mizuki succumbed to his command to enter his room with such little resistance it was almost scary. Experiencing all sorts of doubts and conflicting feelings, Mizuki yelped when her black sparkly dress rippled from the hard spank that landed on her curvy bubble meat. He not only slapped but palmed it like a jiggly basketball, giving it a firm shake as he tested it out. Mizuki saw his long tongue stick out of his mouth, almost licking her face through the reflection on the elevator mirror. 


“You made the right choice. After making me wait this long, though. There ain’t no way I’m holding back. You might end up black-bred by the end of this. A little baby growing right here.” he growled, fondling her flat belly, hearing her pant so frantically with her legs slightly wobbling. She had her back curved and took a step back to push her buttocks flush into his aching groin, dry humping the bodacious beauty in the middle of the elevator. Mizuki’s thighs were soaked, and she stumbled while holding onto his brick-like arms being guided by the rough fondling of her ass. He kicked the door open, acting viciously horny when he shoved Mizuki inside, and slammed the door behind them. 


“Wait!.. I don’t know about this. I have a-“ weakly protested Mizuki, she was shut up in the span of a second when her final gauge of defiance was depleted. Her heel was turning to run before he swept her into the sloppiest kiss they’ve shared yet. Fucking her sweet, saliva-covered mouth with his lengthy, meaty tongue. Mizuki tasted like sweet candy to him, drinking her spit and moving his giant, wet and juicy lips like a man starved. Mizuki’s back bent and her hips thrusted forward when he aggressively squeezed her peach-shaped dump truck, sinking into the velvety, doughy skin as he lifted her slightly in the air from her ass alone. Her opulent, endowed mammaries groped heavily and worsened the tightness of her lower lips. Mizuki’s pointy, erect nipples sticking out as he teased and flicked them through her bra, tugging down on the dress to let her big babies breathe. Mizuki struggled to keep up with his molesting tongue that slithered through the depths of her oral cavity. Simply keeping her jaw opened wide for him to essentially suck the spit out of her mouth, their difference in height staggering. He cuffed her neck and choked her slightly with his vice grip, saliva ropes and droplets of spit leaking down her chin. Mizuki’s whole body being touched by his ravenous hands, flexing her buttocks with her pussy squeezing together from this dangerously stimulating kiss. Drenching her thong in her arousal’s juices, rolling her tongue in circles and stroking his built abdomen with her fingers. For the first time maybe forever, Mizuki felt so minuscule in the formidable hands of such a powerful man. This black bull was making her vagina squirt from this excessively wet, tongue-loving session. He can tell from where her hands were grabbing and holding that she wanted to reach down there, the area where the very tool that convinced Mizuki to go black resides. This all started when she discovered his genitals. Clamping his wide grip around her wrist, he guided Mizuki’s hands to where they belonged, palms sliding against the brutal ebony pillar that spanned a ridiculous fourteen inches long. 


“So biggggg~…” gasped Mizuki, breathlessly. Head backed against the door while he choked her and rubbed his wet puckered lips together, spoiling her salivating tongue with his own. Mizuki brushed her palm all the way along the length, circling her slender fingers around its girth and feeling its tremendous presence. Stroking him through his pants as she moaned in mesmerization, hips bucking as she was being driven to a visceral orgasm. Laying claim on her feathery soft lips, gigantic tits and jiggly ass, he hiked her dress up and exposed her stained undergarments. It was impossible for Mizuki to keep her hands off of the dangerous, captivating mandingo schlong that stole her away. Fighting herself not to cum when she couldn’t even if she tried with those unremarkable white men. Mizuki swiped her thumb across the fat knob leaking precum through his pants, reaching low and cupping his dark, clenching balls while being mouthfucked to a saliva-clutters mess. He peeled her thong down her shapely legs and then impaled her puffy, moistened and essence spilling pussy lips. His thick, rugged fingers alone felt like dicks entering her squelching hole with a burst of passion surging through Mizuki’s nervous system. Finger blasting the slut into submission, rapidly thrusting two of his digits, rotating and flicking his finger around her G-spot. 


“Mnngh! Mmnnnhhh!~ Hhnnmphh!” moaned Mizuki against his suctioning lips, buckling in his grasp while she obsessively fumbled with his meat. Fucking her with his skillful, girthy hands Mizuki had no shot at surviving. Pent-up from fiending for his ginormous black chocolate cock from the moment she laid eyes on it, Mizuki’s clit hardened like a stone and within moments her sloppy, slutty quim gushed her vaginal juices in a thick, heavy spray. Mizuki screams her orgasm into his mouth and he holds onto her neck even tighter preventing some air to reach her head, light headed and dazed he humps her hand mindlessly groping his meat through the fabric of his pants. She doesn’t even know what’s running through her head, momentarily concussed from that refreshing orgasm, stumbling down onto a knee after releasing her neck and spitting in her mouth. The trails of spit dangling from her chin, and circling the outline of her lips where he’d sucked. Without being told, Mizuki dropped to her knees. 


This was it. 


The moment she was secretly waiting for.


“I want it! I want to see it. Take off those pants already. That huge thick monster black cock!” shouted Mizuki in the back of her mind. At an instinctual level she knew this is precisely what her body needed. An unhealthy craving that had to be tapped no matter what. 


“You wanted to see it so bad, didn’t you? What convinced you to go out on a date with a black man that you were so certain you didn’t wanna mess around with was because of this. Don’t worry, Chisato already told me you’ve seen it. Now I’ll show it to you up close and personal.” he boasted, wasting no time in hauling what Mizuki believed was the World’s Greatest Cock from out of his pants. The damn thing didn’t look like a penis, more like a freakish weapon. Lunging out from his lower half, the monstrous dark black veiny dick belonging to this giant slapped Mizuki across the face. Landing over her awe-stricken beautiful face, rocking back on her haunches with her tits wobbling as collateral. 


“Aah!~ Haaa.. Whhaa!… No wayy…” panted Mizuki, sounding gassed from her erratic, shallow breaths as the half-hardened, sweaty beastly bull cock flexed obscenely and clung to the porcelain skin of her pinkish blushing face. The mighty breeding organ wasn’t even fully erect and yet it looked powerful enough to kill. Mizuki had never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life, an anomaly amongst every sexual partner she’d ever had. Its shade resembled that of a bitter dark chocolate, it glistened with sweat and the dark purple head was creamy with precum bubbling from out of the distended slit. Exuding heart wrenching virility as the pang of guilt for cheating begins to completely vanish away. A shadow eclipsing her whole white face, the strong odor of his raw, semen-rich gravid orbs dangling low carried in his massive pouch. Mizuki’s purr-like moans came out when she took a purposefully hard whiff of the heavily masculine smell, jaw craning wide and her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets from this ultimate cockshocked expression. 


“Ohh, fuuuckkk!…” groaned Mizuki, eyes slowly rolling back with his meaty python sliding against the bridge of her cute nose, sniffing as hard as humanly possible, acting like a total cockstarving nymphomaniac. Her womb was screaming for attention and her pussy flooded beyond belief, shivering after a particularly lengthy inhale. The resounding slap that it made whipping across her face was almost as if to have her wake up from her delusions of settling for white men. Mizuki’s original date’s penis was pathetic in comparison, the gulf between this vigorous, throbbing black organ and that pale measly member was greater than night and day. Covering over half of her head, palpitating heart beating so loudly that she could feel every single pump. Preposterous heat radiating off of the superior stud fogging her glasses, even shifting them around crooked after he plopped the incorrigible, vein-pulsing python back down onto her stunned, glazing face. 


“You waited a long time for this didn’t you, girly? Enjoy it.” he snickered, adoring the concentrated gaze in her simmering eyes that watched in pure awe as it hardened in real-time. Mizuki couldn’t fathom that it was even bigger, already preparing to worship this worthy, grandiose phallus with everything that she had. A wet goblet of the leaking pale spunk splattering over her lens, covering it in its residue with Mizuki trembling beneath him. 


“Oh my god.” mumbled Mizuki, in English. 


“Shit, clean that up for me. Lick that black cock you love so much.” he taunted, a simple command that Mizuki followed like the obedient little cockslave she was voluntarily becoming.  


Mizuki’s trembling hands grasped the curvature of the dense shaft and angled it vertically, brushing her nose against it the entire way, stretching her slickened pink organ from her mouth and flattening it against the bottom of his mushy, gargantuan black ballsack. A slow, sensuous lick causing his testicles to flinch, the hotness of her oral cavity with Mizuki’s loving eyes remaining open admiring the dark horse cock with the long, hungry lick of her luscious tongue leaving behind a clear shine of spit. 


“Sooooo loooonnnggg!~”


It stood over her like a tower, due to its immense size she couldn’t complete the lick in one smooth motion, having to raise herself a little higher and lean backwards to reach the flared ridge of the head. The pungent taste of a virile man’s bull cock ingrained into her taste buds after wiping the hardness against the velvety softness, the slimy muscle dancing around the turgid pole. Orally stimulating her salivating tongue, erotically rolling around the engorged bulb at the top, a lascivious stare from her eyes.


“Kiss it.” 


Mizuki leaned forward and gathered her glossy red lips together, puckering them firmly and then planting a highly intimate and prolonged kiss directly over the mammoth fuckhead. 


“Mmm! MMMUAH!~” 


Showering it with tender kisses, Mizuki’s glamorous, wet lips smacked over top of it with her hot tongue swiping out to lap at the creamy sperm oozing out of it. 


“That’s enough. You can start enjoying yourself now, slut. Do what you've been dreaming of. Eat that big black cock, beautiful.” his authoritative voice clutching at her heart. Mizuki had never looked happier in her whole life, intoxicated with some drool even creeping past her lips, her appearance disheveled and unkempt contrasting from her usual refined, mature look. She didn’t care what she looked like, not with this delicious, savory beef stick preparing to be sucked. Breath trembling from the round, daunting dark crown aimed at her awaiting mouth. Mizuki’s eyes sensuously closed as she fully gave in to her carnal desires, welcoming the fantastic pillar into the velvety warmth of her luscious, full lips. 


“Hhmmpphhhh!~ Mmhhhmmm!~” squealed Mizuki, squatting on the floor with her shaking hands gripping his muscular thighs. Wine red lips clamping over the taut smooth skin, swirling around the helmet numerous times, trying to slacken her mouth to fit inside of her stretching orifice. It was the most difficult slobbering of her entire sex life, incapable of even throating it which she usually performed with ease. The characteristically sweet and tangy flavor had saliva pouring out of her mouth, dripping onto his inner thigh with Mizuki sniffling with her amorous stare, opening her eyes after coughing. Excessive drooling allows him to slide more of his meat rod inside of her heavenly lips. 


“Wooo!~ From the moment I saw you, I knew you’d give me an amazing head. You’ve got a pair of natural black cock sucking lips, girl.” he growled, his obscene organ twitching with every heartbeat, creating a vacuum in her oral tunnel with the thick girth completely filling out the entirety of her mouth. Rubbing the insides of both of her sloppy cheeks, clumsily slipping from her lips tight grasp with her jaw uncomfortably craning. Threatening to develop a case of lockjaw, Mizuki perseveres solely because of her dedication towards pleasuring the hottest being in existence. Treating this absurdity like an entirely different entity, the fact that it belonged to this utter scumbag was null because it allowed Mizuki to realize her purpose. Struggling to even fully close around him, gurgling messily while thrusting her head almost angrily in up and down pistoning motions, choking herself on the dark invader. Mizuki had fallen completely in love, written all over her slutty face, her broad tits sporting stiff, erect nipples as she leaked all over the ground. Slurping shamelessly like a whore, he clawed at the top of her head and further ruined her stylish hair, having wasted all of that effort to look pretty because instead she was going to look like the sex-crazed harlot that she truly was deep down. 


“How the fuck does this feel so good?! I’m so wet right now, it’s dripping all over me. I’ve never been so turned on sucking a cock before, I might just cum! The taste of this thing is unreal! There’s something about its scent that just smells so good. Nobody else has ever compared. I can’t get enough of this massive black fucking cock! I wanna fucking swallow it!” thought Mizuki, becoming an even cruder girl, fucking that sexy dick with her mouth with such enthusiasm and lust that it was a literal oral lovemaking. 


“That really all the dick you can take? Damn, you never had to work harder? That’s some tiny dicks you been sucking.” he scoffed, berating her for only being able to take half of what he was offering. Mizuki responded in a muffled whimper and invigorated her to take on the challenge, slacking her jaw painfully wide and performing deeper, more passionate sucks. 


“I love this beautiful black dick!” she thought, jerking her head at an electric pace. Mizuki’s efforts caused his toes to curl and the monumental bucking shaft to lurch. Reaching below her squatting ass and furiously brushing her stimulated cunt, gargling all over the unstoppable black stake. A virgin to handling the enormous cocks belonging to these genetically superior men, Mizuki failed to appease him. Losing his patience, and having stood there for a handful of minutes, watching her constantly make the mistake of slipping out of her molten hot cavity, kissing her gorgeous face with his spittle-drenched truncheon. Mizuki’s neck bent back, her entire body alarmed when his bulky fingers cradled the back of her skull, pushing it down with his thrust shoving him forward and slipping into her quaking trachea. 


“Haahngh?! Gglrk! Gglcch! Scchll! Schhloorp! Shcclllk! Hhnghh!” mewled Mizuki, throat bulging unnaturally wide with her passageways for oxygen blocked as was her esophagus. The slimy, warm canyon of the walls of her throat seizing around the madly thrusting engorgement. Showing no regard for Mizuki, abandoning any sense of sympathy staring down condescendingly to the woman that easily ditched her date to have her white face bashing into his sweaty crotch. Mizuki’s sore throat was utterly dominated as her eyes went crossed and moved wildly from the brutal skull fucking. Eyes helplessly red and watering as her source of oxygen was cut when fully throating the damned member. His chiseled buttocks clenching when he drilled her succulent, submissive oral channel. Repeating this action over and over, refusing to give an undeserving skank like her a break, not even when she was weeping and bubbles of oral spittle and filth came out of both her nose and mouth. 


“GLUG! Gglurk! Ggllorp! Gglrrppp!” 


Her brain emptied out with her mind reaching its breaking point, stifling all emotions and exacerbating her breeding instincts to the maximum. The outline of his assaulting black breeder visible on her bulging neck, humping her ruthlessly with his swinging satchel of flesh slapping into her chin. Hitting deeper down her oral depths each time, nearly losing consciousness until her adapting onahole of a throat loosened along with her entire body. Showing zero concern for any resistance, watching the dirty bitch undulate and edging her towards an orgasm with her thick marshmallowy thighs shaking with her butt twerking. 


“Hahaha! You’re a total slut, Mizuki! This hot fucking mouth of yours belongs to me.” he snarled, playing around with her before extracting himself out of her abused, defiled fuckhole of a throat. Mizuki taking deep, desperate gasping breaths to survive amidst her erotic panic, hardly recovering from her oxygen-deprived spasming before being stuffed again within seconds. 


“Guuugggh! Gllloopp! Hhwaarkk! Hhllkkk!” 


Echoing in the bedroom was her guttural, sloppy noises. Head locked in place, eyes red from exertion, body shaking and writhing with excitement. Mizuki continuously fell in and out of a concussed, delirious slumber. Plugging her penetrated cavity to its upper limits, yanking her down into his catapulting groin and slamming her lips all the way to kiss to his hefty base. Mizuki’s fat, curvaceous butt stuck out behind her with the choker around her neck about to snap, each manly stroke causing her pheromone-invaded brain to deteriorate. 


“B-Black c-cock! Fucking my t-throat! Crushing my windpipe! I’m losing itttt!~Black cock! Blackkkk!~… Cooo!-…” 


Those final coherent words residing in her train of thought until her own awareness vanished, the lewd sounds being produced drowning out her own inner thoughts. She wanted that black choker to snap. The beginning stages of becoming his property! 


“Ungh! Ugh! Fuck yeah! Eat that fucking cock! Gonna cum all down your throat! Drink that shit, bitch! Better enjoy that meal, it’s all you’re gonna be able to taste for the rest of the night! 


Ecstatically retching and coughing with her eyes rolling all the way back to her sockets from this vicious orgasm. Mizuki’s expanding throat snapping the choker in half, as if to signal she was already broken. His vein-bulging prominent black cock unleashing torrent waves and consecutive blasts of virile, potent salty sperm directly down her throat in a wicked deposit to her stomach.  Officially ending any hopes for not only white men but all men who weren’t black to end with Mizuki, filling her up to the brim and splattering all over her caressing, tender lips whose lipstick was completely ruined. Leaving thick spit and red marks on her lips covering his dark chocolate cock, this wondrous ejaculation lasted for over three minutes as Mizuki gulped the goopy, warm stuff down her working, aching throat until her stomach felt full. Twitching violently with her voracious pussy squirting underneath her, a veritable pool of both their cum and her saliva mixing together in an erotic concoction. 


“Ggllaacckkk! Gllhhooo!” 


Nastier, disgusting grotesque noises escaped her ravaged throat when having to forcibly pull himself from out of her constricting maw. Forcing out another loud, expressive gasp for air with life returning to her eyes, tears and makeup streaming down her face. The savory liquid drooping in clear, thick streams spilling the pasty, viscous black cum all over her once splendid face, covering her glasses in its goo until she physically couldn’t see through them anymore. 


“God damn.” he whistled in approval, feeling Mizuki’s tiny hands clutch each of his flexed, buff asscheeks with his everlasting erection and hard-as-steel girth sloppily sliding across her forehead. Mizuki didn’t need to be told any further, gargling on his meaty, round and squishy testicles while sniffing his even sweatier, damp genitals to her cumdrunken heart's content. Splurting out a wet steamy load over her forehead with a pronounced groan and webbing in between her hair, woven like strings from a spider. Stray shots landing all over her expensive dress, caking in between her abundant cleavage, bra-covered tits freed and enjoying the breeze. 


“Mmmmmmm❤️❤️❤️❤️~….”


Mizuki humming deeply while feasting on his shaven, bulging scrotum. Inhaling the virile aroma through her hitting all the way to the back of her skull, hitting a sexual high from it while swallowing his oversized jewels.


“I wonder what your lil boy toy would think of you if he saw the look on your face right now. You stood me up all this time just to give in the moment you saw my dick? You’re a shameless black cock slut, aren’t you?” he grinned, cockily insulting and berating Mizuki that had no fight left in her. That cold glare that she would always aim in his direction was no more, his harsh words only making her want him more, lips forming a smile when he lifted his stiffness and smacked the black club over her face. 


Tugging on the leathery, swampy skin with her suckling lips while the loose hose sprayed thick jizz all over her painted face. Lavishing the circular orbs with her wet, fleshy tongue. If she weren’t stopped, Mizuki was preparing to suck on those grapefruit-sized black balls all night. They tasted absolutely delicious, overjoyed to finally find the man that she’d been waiting for. One that could make her submit without question. Those fantasies of being treated like a princess meant nothing anymore, she didn’t care for that type of flowery lifestyle. Turning into the convenient and dutiful cocksleeve for this black hunk was more than suitable for a woman like Mizuki. 


“Aight, that’s enough fooling around now. I’ll give you a proper fucking baby girl. That’s what you came here for, right? I know damn well you knew how this night would end up the moment you agreed to show up.” he sneered, not a single lie spoken. Mizuki’s indecent body and libido were kicked into overdrive, pussy weeping when the tough-looking brawny man easily lifted her up from off the ground with one hand, scooping her up like she was weightless, carrying her high in the air. This impressive display of strength was only outshined by the scolding sensation of her dampened nether folds hovering over the astronomically-sized erection. Mizuki clung around the back of his neck with her arms wrapped around it, chin tucked in and her eyes looking directly below her with a surge of adrenaline coursing through her increasing her blood flow. 


“Pleaseeee fuck meee with that big black cockkkk!~” screamed Mizuki, having spoken the most fluent English during her entire stay with that singular request. Having heard those exact words from Chisato and Takina’s videos, learning the context and figuring out the meaning with her acquired knowledge. Using his perpendicular pike like another fully extended limb, his thick African cock pushed her skimpy black thong panties aside, nearly shredding it apart with her steaming snatch quivering at the tantalizing contact of raw manmeat. Mizuki always laid down the ground rules to always use condoms no matter what, however she had no authority over this man, knowing that any word that she spewed was worthless. And yet, she didn’t feel regret. Mizuki fell victim to her own undaunted lust, biting her bottom lip so hard that she was close to drawing blood. Having never desired someone, or something so severely. 


He flashed his bright white teeth at her which contrasted with his melanin rich skin, and with his massive palms he caressed her curvy sides, hoisting her up even higher and more precisely over his impending, piercing monstrosity before slamming her down with emphatic force. 


“!!!!??!!”


“Kkhhuuuu!~ Gghhaaa! A-Aaahhhh!~ A-ah!~ Hhaahhhh!~” squealed Mizuki in the highest pitch of her slew of dirty moans. Each muscle of her body tensed up when the immense pressure breached her divine fuckhole, face turning pale as a ghost as she screamed from the pleasure drowning her from within the deepest recesses of her loins. The indomitable pleasure released with the incessant spraying of her own pussy cream ejecting from the vicious penetration, skewering over half of her inflamed insides with a single drop. Her wide, swinging breeding hips used as leverage as Mizuki was fucked like a dangerously functioning piston. Head jerking back and forth with her limbs flexing, sexy slim legs kicking out wildly with feverish, wanton moans boisterous as ever. Like a locomotive, his speed accelerated at a rapid pace, barely allowing the drop-dead gorgeous brunette to recover as her introduction to black cock was the most savage eruption of sensations that she’d ever dreamed of experiencing in her life. Surpassing that of even her dirtiest wet dreams, drilling that fine cunt to a squelching pulp, pumping in and out of her with reckless abandon. Cleaving at her adjusting, flooded tunnels that struggled to maintain the width that his girth was splitting her wide open with. 


“Eek!~ Huuhngh! Uunnghhh-huuuh! Hhaaannghhh!~” 


Mizuki necks arched backwards, head facing towards the ceiling as she was bounced up and down with the most erratic fucking of a lifetime. Pushing her to survive with sharp inhales of air as her guts were being pounded by the full, bulbous spearhead hammering against her womb in this tempestuous rush of euphoria. Sawing in and out of her defiled cunt, Mizuki was lost in a barrage of stimulating orgasms that left her in tears. Obscene, revolting sounds were being produced from this inexhaustible studs prominent fucking. Ramming into the broad with unstoppable strength, the love hotel’s room mirrors reflecting the view of their ardent mating spree. Mizuki’s fleshy, snow-white bubble butt jiggled provocatively with every thunderous thrust. Folded like a pretzel, her voice could only howl the loudest and most incoherent she’d ever had. This reaction wasn’t from just any ordinary sex, but a reawakening at the most carnal levels. Having met her mate, already acknowledging her holes to be abused at his every heed and call, belonging entirely to him. He owned Mizuki. No dick had ever come even close to granting her the otherworldly, mind crushing orgasms that she suffered from now. 


“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about, baby! Cum all over that black dick! You’re so fucking wet! Filthy black cock slut!” he growled, ravaging her innards with a bombardment of his hips propelling her towards the sky. 


“Y-Yyeeesshhh! Mmnnnhhh! I’m a filthy b-black cockkkk sluttttoo! You’re m-makinghhh me crazzshhyy!~” screeched Mizuki, slurring the words all over with her terrible English.  


They went at it like a pair of animals in the wild, both sweating profusely in heat. Fourteen inches of his purely virile onyx plunging into her leaking wetness, her flailing limbs convulsing with her toes curled, Mizuki’s delirious face ahegaoing with saliva dripping past her lips, tongue protruding, rolled heart-eyes and a crimson red face. Blossoming flawlessly into her new role, drowning in the ecstasy of her big black cock reckoning. Minutes, or maybe hours could have by, that’s how limited her brain functions currently were apart from her body signaling her own tempestuous climaxes. The muscular, hulking frame of this seven-foot beast made love to her with unmatched intensity and virility. An alpha male that knew no competition. Mizuki’s soul was being binded with this phenomenal outburst of mind-numbing elation. 


“I l-loooveee b-black cooocckkkkkk!~” announced Mizuki before her jaw dropped to the floor gawking, silent gasps when Mizuki’s most awe-inducing manhood in existence spasmed relentlessly. Mizuki’s sloppy, sponge-like cervix peaking with the lips of her womb opening hungrily, grinding her flushed mound against his pubic bone when all of her senses pleaded to be pumped full of his scrumptious, dominant genes. Her harrowing screams leaking all the way out towards the hallway, the soundproof walls failing their objective, undulating down to the very inferno of her core. She had never felt more glad to be alive. This life changing moment was almost forgotten from how vigorous of an orgasm she was having, blanking out momentarily. Mizuki drooled all over his shoulder, glasses hanging off her nose from the sheer havoc of their mating organs. With a cocky grin, he clutches his thick fingers around her waist and lifts her HIGH in the air, slipping his curving bullcock out of her inflamed, gaping folds. Mizuki’s freshly creampied canal was left dripping a river of black baby batter, gushing out of her along with constant squirting of her own love juices following shortly after. It was ejecting out of her like a fountain, panting incorrigibly with her mind's rationale barely in-tact. 


“How was that? You like em big, huh? Big, better and black.” he snarled, amusing himself with the corruption of the woman who openly exclaimed that black men were not her type, and white men were instead. Mizuki had been devastatingly defeated. 


“Y-Yes!~ I love black so much! Black men better than white!” exhaled Mizuki, having even greater troubles with her vocabulary when concussed from the aftershock of a series of orgasms. Not afraid to confess, those words resonated with the man who grinned in victory. 


“Damn right. Don’t you ever forget that, bitch. I’ll make you regret ever thinking otherwise.” he promised, callously throwing her onto the neatly assembled bed. Its presentable appearance was going to be ruined, Mizuki eyeing him seductively while her salacious figure smelt of pussy juice, sticky cum and sweat. 



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For the rest of the night… The arrogant, prideful black man unleashed himself on Mizuki. His Herculean physique demolished any girl that spread their legs for him, but not even Chisato had gotten it this savagely. Her previous rejections piled up a frustration within him that needed to be released. All of that talk backfired on her, swearing that she’d never want black cock and biting her tongue the moment she tasted it resulted in her total sexual obliteration. 


That spectacular black dress, scandalous thong-underwear and lacy bra had gone completely missing. Disappearing somewhere, perhaps torn apart, or thrown away. Her glasses luckily fell onto the counter, bathed in even more thick gooey cum that they were impossible to see through. Mizuki’s phone had been ringing over the course of the entire night, most probably her previous “man” calling her repeatedly, perhaps upset that he’d been stood up without warning. This was supposed to be “their” big day together, and yet Mizuki’s plans were thwarted due to her own unquenchable thirst. A woman that knew her worth, who had no other choice but to crumble at the capable hands of this utter asshole of a man. If she didn’t, Mizuki had the feeling that she would regret it forever. There was no turning back now, and Mizuki didn’t want to return, either. She didn’t have a care in the world for that mediocre man. A good-looking face was hardly enough, Mizuki preferred to be treated like nothing more than a living cumdumpster if it meant being able to bask in this freakish pleasure. 


“Ohhngh! Gghhkkk! Oh!~ Oohhhhh!~ OOOOHHHH!~”


Her cell phone’s ringing was completely drowned out, incapable of reaching Mizuki’s ears. All that she could hear was her own primal moans of pure ecstasy. His virile, ferocious grunts that competed with the merciless sweat bathed skin-slapping chorus of their smashing bodies colliding together. Mizuki, the seductive buxom brunette that had the looks to charm, and the body to entice any man had finally met its match. A marvelous, chiseled figure of this genetically gifted mountain of a man that sported an even greater cock that turned any woman that it touches into his obedient servant. Her whole naked, full-figure had been scattered with several marks and light bruises from the remorseless copulating. Having made an example out of Mizuki in spite, what they did couldn’t even be called intercourse. It was so one-sided in control that Mizuki collapsed into a lump of flesh by the end of the strenuous, stamina-draining marathon. 


There wasn’t a single intelligible word that resided in that skull of hers, almost like Mizuki was fucked to a shred of her life. Of course, there was no fear of her not surviving, but the intense romp had ended with that type of climactic finale. Mizuki’s curvaceous, velvety milkers were positively abused from his manhandling grasps, powerful suckling on her teat as if he were a giant muscular baby, and from how violent her bouncing had become with her balloons of meat slapping against her chest. Mizuki’s experience of turning into a black cock lover differed from Chisato’s, greatly. There was no interracial lovemaking and lewd and witty quips that she and her boyfriend shared. This was a man asserting complete and indisputable dominance on a woman that not only knew but cherished her place beneath him. Mizuki never even had the voice to suggest bringing out the pathetic-sized condoms in her purse, a box that would eventually be thrown in the garbage for providing no further use for her. A flimsy piece of rubber like that couldn’t contain this savage cock. 


“Whhaa… Lluuhvv… C-ccuhhmmm…. B-Babbyy..” mumbled Mizuki, breathlessly. 


The aftermath of this whimsical date was glorious. Mizuki would never be the same. 


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Throughout the night…


Mizuki’s back was arched sexually to properly receive the juicy load provided by the enigmatic black muscle that she was indebted to. Hardly able to keep herself upright on her own trembling knees, that sweat-glistening dump truck mooning him while Mizuki’s black owner humped her with aggression from the back. Arms locking behind her as he pulled on them. 


“God damn fucking whore! You can’t even live without my cock now, can you?! You’re so hooked on black dick now that you wouldn’t even think about getting in bed with anyone without one! You don’t give a fuck about that white boy! You never did! You were built for black cock!” he yelled while rocketing his mammoth length inside of her grasping, engulfing womanhood. Her brain seemed to move inside of her skull from the lethal pounding. Thrashing under the erotic throes of passion, Mizuki wailed and grunted while her BBC milking labia gripped at his behemoth with taut elasticity. White fluid almost permanently poured out of her whether it belonged to him or her. Lips quivering, tears on her cheeks with her face so intense, so enraptured with arousal. The veritable river of potent cum seeping out of her, pushing more of it inside of her womb while grunting like a wild beast. Generating air with his invigorated lunging, contorting her back sexually while crying from a euphoric high that only one man had ever granted her. His enormous muscles rippled in their darkness, her flesh flopping endlessly with her asscheeks taking the brunt of the abuse, having gone from a smooth silky white to a bright pink. 


“Nuh-uuuh!~ Need it!~ Hhngh! Want black c-cock!~” spat Mizuki, her ample mammaries hanging loosely while they swung and plapped together creating even more depraved sounds. 


Mizuki shook her head in denial in vehement agreement with his points, only able to understand some of it but never being in a position to disagree with him. Hooking his thumb within her sloppy mouth, tugging on her cheek while using his other available hand to keep her arm stretched backwards, his swollen orbs that were shining with Mizuki’s spit from her famished ballsucking clenching before dousing her velvety pink tunnels in a sea of sperm, pulling out and finish off by painting all over her white asscheks in his glutinous, dense cum sludge. He finished himself off to completion by hotdogging himself in between the crevice of her fat asscheeks, using her booty cheeks to smother, caress and sandwich his hardness to his very limits. 


They fucked and swapped to so many different positions, recycling some of them, too. Mizuki had rarely encountered a second round, they could’ve been on their sixth or seventh by the time the sun started to rise, she couldn’t tell. The busty bombshell was nearly on her wit’s end, depleted of energy and resting on her back after chugging down refreshments only for a few minutes. A break wasn’t even possible, because Mizuki was still getting drilled to another dimension while drinking. 


“You’re going to love this, Mizuki. We really might end up with a baby when I’m done with you.” he grunted mightily with a stranglehold over Mizuki’s throat. She immodestly screamed her amorous moans, what her voice allowed with the tight grip he had on her neck. The voluptuous queen was wholly dwarfed in size, buried beneath his black bulk that she was practically hidden with the mattress sinking with the indent they created in the bed. Wood creaking as the high quality material felt like it’d taken damage from the sheer ferocity of their tenacious mating. Mizuki’s thick legs were folded in a mating press with her ankles dangling above her head, tongue hanging out as he gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and spat it directly into this BLACKED bitches cavity. 


“Mmm!~” hummed Mizuki, closing her lips after the taste of his thick saliva slid down her throat. Hyperventilating while receiving ramrod-like thrusts driving that dark shaft into her receptive hole.


“A-A baby?! Oh noo!… Mmmm, that can’t happen! UNNGH! Hhggkkk! Feels so good!~ Mmmm!~ What if I end up getting pregnant with a black baby? I would-“ 


Her train of thought cut off when his rampaging thrusts crushed the sweet spot between her dangling legs, Mizuki shrieked and her eyes went crossed, feeling her body melt against the body of this fine, fertile specimen. Exploding in the delirious taboo of it all, the pleasure. Mizuki’s tongue swirled in circles around her mouth catching all of the disgusting spit that he flung at her numerous times while holding her neck in place, her soaking wet clitoris engorged and erect to the point that the tip felt diamond-sharp. His broad, muscular back dripped with sweat as he worked himself to another copious insemination. 


“Haauughh! Yyeesshh! Gghhuu!” choked Mizuki, coughing and gasping dramatically for air while he plunged into her queefing, flooded snatch with his blistering black cock. The thought of pregnancy that flashed in her mind was terrifying yet thrilling. She didn’t even lift a finger to oppose him, letting nature run its course as a handsome, gigantic black stud made love to her fuckable body. His teeth grinding together while Mizuki thrashed uncontrollably, the burning hot friction of their conjoined sexes that felt like there was a magnetic force pulling them together. Having the wind knocked out of her from this relentless chokehold and plowing, until his prominent, highly fertile seed flowed through his bloated, throbbing cumvein. The entire world disappeared around them in this moment, meeting Mizuki’s affectionate eyes that were clouded with lust with his own. 


“Fuck yeah! I’ll show you what it means to be black-bred! Take that shit! Gonna pump that thirsty pussy up with all of my cum! Get pregnant, bitch!” he shouted, pummeling the powerless girl that his giant body weighed down, heedless and entirely intent on fulfilling his promise. Mizuki’s guts felt thoroughly rearranged as she creamed and exploded all over his fourteen-inch lady killer, locking her legs around his waist and holding him tight. Succumbing to the final, binding kiss filled riddled with sloppiness. In Mizuki’s pheromone-intoxicated state, she accepted everything as her womb was flushed out with his virile seed. Lips locked together with their tongues intertwined in the middle, hidden from plain view as their mouths were smashed in an heart-squeezing embrace. 


“H-Huh?!… What just happened.. Ahhh!.. I’m so full of cum.. A baby?… He mentioned one, right?… Black-bred… Does that mean?…” lazily thought Mizuki, coherent thoughts difficult to string together for a period of time. If there was a moment where she was successfully impregnated, it would’ve been here. 


“P-Pwegnant~.. Love your black c-cockuu~…” 


Mizuki’s long, dampened sweaty hair sprawled out behind her head while their spit-glazed lips and slick tongues battled for dominance, with the victor clear as day. Her highly functional cervix soaking up his dense, slimy seed like a sponge. They shared a mating kiss that lasted for over thirty minutes, still completely burrowed within her erotic electricity-jolted pussy and grinding against it in slow, shorter bursts. The rest of the room was so quiet that the sound of a pen dropping could be heard, only the wet, sloppy sounds of their lips smooching. 


Later…


The morning sunrise amplified the glistening sweat shining off of their naked, lewd bodies with the thick scent of it creating a moist atmosphere in the room that had been turned into their breeding nest. Mizuki succumbed to one fingerbang after the other, forcing her down to her knees after successfully turning her into the incessant squirter spraying her fluids all over the damn place. Furniture, bedsheets, the walls, everything was spritzed with her sweet nectar. Mizuki wasn’t given any real breaks in the action, if it weren’t his enigmatic sprawling black hog jammed in between her aching folds, then it was either his fingers or tongue demolishing her clitoris. Other men couldn’t even find it, and yet he was already an expert at making her climax blast out of her within minutes. 


“I can’t believe itttt! Ohnghhh! Black cock is tearing my ass apart! He’s wrecking me! He’s going to break my butt! Mmnph! I’ve never felt sex this pleasurable! I love it! I’m really owned by a black man!” 


Mizuki’s nonsensical babbling was difficult to comprehend, her limited English causing her to sputter out the only vulgar words that she knew. 


“B-Big black cccooockkk!~ Good!~ Breaking my butt!~” spat Mizuki, legs flailing in the air while being spread apart by his colossal hands palming at the soft squishiness of her underthighs. That sexy, untampered puckered hole of hers spread almost painfully but certainly pleasurably apart as that dark invader forced her apart. The unyielding, fascinatingly shaped meat tip was so large for her virgin asshole that it felt threatening to turn her big butt inside out. Having never gotten anally fucked before, only allowing this spear within her back entrance because he was the only man to have complete and utter control over her. Mizuki, who was lightheaded, spasming freakishly and eliciting banshee-like screams in a fit of uncontrollable, soul-seizing orgasms. 


Having the unfamiliar hole explored to the very bottom of her anus sent her into a spiral of emotions, her tight anal cavity providing a tightness different but comparable to her pooling, flooded cleft. Not nearly as wet, it clenched and suffocated the broad pillar with exuberant strength. Mizuki panted with the glorious cock and his gigantic hips slapping against her perfect white, mouthwatering ass. Mushing up against it, consuming every ounce of manly affection left inside Mizuki, shattering any of her prior experiences. Impaling her rectum while keeping her supported by his chunky thighs, Mizuki was escalated into another realm of ecstasy while walking around the room. She was carried by the mega-sized appendage over towards a cumstained mirror that exposed Mizuki for who she really was, down to the very bottom of her core. Helpless, locked in place without any power to budge an inch of her muscles, the full nelson hold over Mizuki left her powerless and vulnerable to his anal assault. Hissing while thrashing that swelling, giant African cock that was making love to the curvaceous beauty. Slamming her down into his hugeness claiming each and every single one of her holes as his own.


“You like that shit, yeah Mizuki! You filthy fucking buttslut. You love it when I fuck you in the ass and treat you like nothing more than a fuckdoll. That’s all you are to the black guys that you were so sure you didn’t want to fuck!” he cursed at Mizuki, ravaging her with an uncanny fervor. Strong hands applying pressure to the back of her neck while holding her down, having Mizuki flail from the vicious assfucking, squeezing that fat ass down making her writhe in pleasure. 


“Uhh!- Uuhnnghhh! Yeshhh!~ I am!~ I am a BLACKED slut!~ I only want black cock!~ No white penis! I want this only! I want black!~” pleaded Mizuki, shaking her head and wailing like a child with a tantrum with her vehement declaration. There was no use for any other inferior, weak, infertile and regular cocks. She’d set a standard for herself that only a certain demographic of men could ever match. Mizuki watched herself devolve in front of a mirror, seeing the spitting image of herself. A former fan of white boys, now turned into a loyal bitch for black men. Awe-stricken with her mind devoured by the enthralling euphoria, knowing that her whole existence was forfeited to him. How adamant she used to be about disliking their type left her looking foolish from how addicted she’d already become. 


“There’s no way I can live without black cock!~ Hmph!~ Chisato’s been hogging this to herself all of this time?! No wonder she’s always surrounded by black guys! This is sex at the most primal level! This is the best! If I get pregnant, or he tears through my ass, I don’t care anymore! I’m cumminngggf!~” cried Mizuki, convulsing and jerking with the pumping hot blackness gushing out from within her posterior, streaming out in a thick flow of white as Mizuki’s gawked in her arousal drunken state.


The deluge of heavenly pleasure almost never seemed to have an end in sight, fucking Mizuki’s breedable, cock-sheathing holes to its greatest extent. Turning her into a cumbathed, twitching and severely orgasmed skank. Hours into the morning, the bed sounded like it was dying on its last legs, about to break from the loud thumping and scraping across the floor. Until their bodies broke down and gave out, not him, nor Mizuki was able to control themselves. 
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The following noon..


Chisato Nishigiki was living the life that she’d always wanted, laying down and snuggling against the all-powerful arms of her macho man, the interracial-addicted couple on the couch together enjoying some quality Netflix & Chilling. They were taking a brief rest after their own morning session, leaving her pale ass sore from the beating, having lasted several dozen rounds themselves carrying over from the last night of pounding. 


“Honestly, I can barely even see the TV to know what’s happening in this movie.” chuckled Chisato, her vision obscured by that sprawling black obelisk sticking straight out in the middle of her face. Still dripping man cream from the slit, with the sounds of Takina’s fierce moans in the background. She was getting drilled bareback finally after experiencing it once. This household that was almost permanently used for triple-teaming and black breeding Chisato and Takina that slept her every night, felt swampy and smelled like defiled pussy.


In a chain of messages, her phone blew up vibrating a few seconds after the other. Chisato picked it up while lightly scraping her shiny teeth along the energetic veins of her favored cock, already grinning to herself knowing what this wonderful flurry of texts was going to be. 


“Ufufu!~ Looks like Mizuki finally came around. It would’ve been a waste if she kept being so stubborn! I guess we really can’t help but all love tasty black dick.” hummed Chisato in a husky tone, kissing and slobbering over the meat while delighting in the point-of-view clips that were taken from Mizuki’s phone. The blonde started touching herself to the absolute scenes of her seniors' corruption, watching her view while getting smashed from the back, head buried in her pillows and screaming louder than she’s ever spoken before. 


He’s mounted on her chest, smacking and slapping his dark club in between the sweaty crevice of her marvelous titties. They were literally proportioned for the sole usage of black men, almost brainwashing Mizuki with the constant reminder how slutty her seductive, bootylicious figure was sculpted for milking their cocks. The bloated head of the snake poked out from over the top, melting within her squishiness with Mizuki slowly lifting and sliding her supple bust over and nearly enveloping him whole. Swallowing the brutal organ momentarily before immediately replacing the silky titflesh with her lips, kissing and licking it passionately, masturbating him agonizingly slowly with the firm squeeze delighting the heavy, huge stud sitting on top of her. Those mommy milkers puffed up in his grasp, fondling her naked breast meat while they spilled out amply to receive his impatient thrusts, hitting the bottom of her chin and rubbing against the corners and sticking onto her glossy lips. The plush cushions drove him feral, humping and moaning crazily for the whole duration of the video. 


A sloppy, messy titjob that had precum spewing all over the curvy, buxom flesh like molten lava spilling on top. Glazing all over Mizuki as she kept wrapping, squeezing and pumping her tights tightly around the black battering ram. Its persistent eruptions didn’t stop her from basking in the fury of ejaculations that spurted from it, the warm liquid forming a runny pool within her cleavage. Thick lumps of it clung onto her delicious breasts, coating her slippery tits in the excess batter. Fucking her cum-greased cleavage hard and smacking them against her thighs, wringing him dry with her ultimate bust that enveloped him to completion. Easily sliding back and forth between the crevice, they were tailor-made for this type of dirty fucking. They were serving their purpose, flat on her back with a massive black guy grunting emphatically and pistoning himself in between the space that his schlong resided in, the meaty slaps echoing loudly as he treated it like another pussy.


“He especially loves those big boobies of Mizuki’s, haha!~ He always told me how badly he wanted to fuck her. I knew that Mizuki always wanted it, too. We’ve all got something in common, us three. We all love BBC.” snickered Chisato, sticking her tongue out playfully while swiping to the next picture of Mizuki’s excited face that was plastered in that thick, gloopy musk. Her glasses were completely ruined, a permanent stain of white on them. 


Chisato erupted in joyful laughter once more from the cock-shocked expression on Mizuki’s face, the cocky dark-skinned brute balancing his gigantic charcoal black cock balancing over her cum soiled huge erect milkers, supported by her arm and traveling across the entire length of her bust. Mizuki was truly stupefied, not a single reaction ingenuine. 


“She’ll never find a bigger cock ever!” commented Chisato, arriving at the final provocative photo that celebrated Mizuki’s revelation. The cock-wrecked broad holding up her snapped choker with a proud smile on her face, cum-soaked glasses fogging her vision, and posing beside the godsent phallus that was responsible for it all. Throwing double peace-signs like a Japanese whore. If Mizuki’s eyes were visible in any manner, they would’ve been glazed over certainly. There was a massive, charcoal-black pulsing member covering her whole face like a black-bar censor. Covered in both a mixture of clear, thick saliva and coating of sperm. Mizuki’s wet, steamy mouth was hung open, breath smelling of the pungency of his ejaculation that she throated and consumed meticulously to the last strand. Her hair and parts of her gorgeous face are stained in his jizz. Mizuki had been completely BLACKED, not leaving a doubt in her mind in the decision that she made. This is what Mizuki had always wanted. It’s the life that she chose, and one she’d never get back. 




