Chapter 1 - Sayuri

“I’m waiting for you with dinner,” her husband, Arata, said through the earpiece.

 Sayuri sat on the armrest of the sofa in her boss’ office with legs crossed, one luxury heel about to slip from her dainty foot. The rest of the businessmen she worked with were trying to focus on their meeting, but she could catch them looking at her occasionally. She barely weighed a hundred pounds yet she loomed as the most important presence in the company. Every single one of her co-workers towered over her, yet even the most powerful among them still stuttered as they glanced down at her chest and saw the stretched ribwork of her sweaters. Her breasts would’ve looked big on just about anyone, but they were obscenely large on a girl with such a delicate frame, swaying under her clothes with the tiniest movement.

 Sayuri raised a hand to her mouth to cover it up. “Did you get me that beer?” she asked quietly.

“The one for your friend?” Arata asked. “I did, honey!” 

 That made her smile. Her boss was looking at her from the end of his desk and Sayuri held his gaze with her narrowed purple eyes. Her skirt was so short that from the way he was looking at her sitting there from the side with her legs crossed it was easy for him to see the warm flesh of her pale thigh and bit of her ass, oh so soft as the black garter straps cut into them. 

 Sayuri could see her boss’ imagination running as his eyes bore right into her. She ran a hand through her long dark hair and sighed. 

“Honey?” Arata said desperately, longing to hear her voice.

“We’ll speak at home.”

 The boss cut off one of the branch representatives. “Let’s call it for the day. We’ll start fresh Monday morning.” 

 As the miserable businessmen made their way out of the office, Sayuri could see each and every one of them sneaking a glance at her long legs. Once the door closed, the boss leaned back in his seat and yawned. “Sayuri, Sayuri…” he started, as if he were about to say a rhyme.

 She stood up and sashayed over to him in a slow, sensual way, letting him watch her soft boobage move under the sweater and hear the satisfying click of her Italian heels. After all, why shouldn’t he? He was paying for all of it. 

“Do you mind if I take off?”said Sayuri. 

 He loosened his tie and stared right at her thighs. “Husband waiting for you?”

 Sayuri tapped a long nail against the tiny silver watch on her left wrist. 18:19. “Less than two hours until he goes to work.”

“What a lucky bastard he is. God. Go, I guess. How can I ever say no to you?”

 Sayuri smirked. “You can’t?”

“I could. But then I’d have to stop hoping that you’d say yes to me one day.” He grinned. “One more thing.” He opened a drawer and pulled out an elegantly gift wrapped box. “This is for you.” 

 Sayuri had mentioned the perfume she wanted on Monday and wondered how long it would be until he got to it. “Thanks, I’ll check it at home.” 

 As she left the office, she almost felt bad for her boss. Spending so much money on a woman he wasn’t even going to fuck. How could guys be so pathetic? And Japanese guys were the worst in that regard. He could’ve paid for a hooker; instead he was paying to jerk off to her wearing his perfume when someone else fucked her.

 Sayuri put on her coat and went home as quickly as she could. It was 19:11 by the time she got there, but Arata was waiting for her with the dinner table ready. He came up and gave her a quick kiss. “Welcome home.” 

 They ate together quickly and Sayuri could tell that he was eager. There was only half an hour left until he had to go to work on his night shift and Sayuri could sense his giddiness. Though he was awful at fucking and never got any better in the five years that they had been together, her husband never lost that virgin’s enthusiasm he had with him since college. It made sense, because to a guy like him just being in the presence of a girl like her must have been awe-inspiring. 

 Sayuri checked the beers he had bought and was pleased to see it was the type her lover ordered. “Why does your friend like beer so much anyway? I don’t know many girls that drink as much as she does.” 

“It’s her favorite,” Sayuri explained, trying to suppress her knowing smirk and failing. 

“Well, it took me the whole day to find this brand. Apparently it’s really popular with foreigners. They like to get drunk and go wild.” 

 Sayuri’s head snapped to him. Her judgmental eyes were watching him from under the fringe of her hime cut. “Are you implying something?”

 Arata blushed. “Of course not…” 

 Sayuri stood up from her seat and went to him. “Is that little thing in your pants troubling you again? That useless worm?” 

 No matter how far she went in her humiliation, the smile never faded from his face. No matter how many times she said it, Arata still thought it was all a joke, a big act. He genuinely thinks I could like that pathetic pencil dick. 

 He stood up and kissed her shyly, then took out his clitty of a dick. Sayuri easily grabbed the whole thing in her hand and felt it throbbing wildly. Just tugging on it a few times was enough to get him moaning like some school girl during her first time.

“Oh, Sayuri… It feels so good…” 

 His wife maintained her bored expression as she jerked him. “You’re so pathetic,” she told him. “You can’t even keep from being horny for a day.” 

 He laughed and closed his eyes, then rested against her shoulder as she finished him off. A few more strokes and his pitiful dicklet trickled watery cum all over the living room floor. 

 Arata was breathless. “Thank you, honey… Thank you…”

“Clean up that mess. I have to go get ready. I told you my friend is coming over.” 

 He kissed her again and bashfully tried to communicate his affection. “I appreciate you greatly. Don’t worry, I’ll leave it spotless. Enjoy your shower.” 

 Sayuri took her time showering and washed herself thoroughly for tonight’s date. She came out with the wet hair hanging down her back and a towel wrapped around her body, ready to rush through the preparations. Her husband was still there, smiling at her innocently. It was 20:19. 

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” she snapped.

“I should, but I told them I’m having an emergency.” 

 Arata got up and came to her. “Can’t we just do it one more time? Like half an hour.” 

 Sayuri pushed him off. “You have to go to work. Seriously. I work my ass off all day for us, and this is what you do? You risk losing your job? You said you would get promoted over a year ago. Stop being such a jerk!” 

 Arata gulped but still kept up his hopeful smile. “I’m sorry…” 

“You should be. This is my one night to see my friend when she’s not working. And I’m already late. Please, let me get ready in peace.” 

 He nodded. “You’re right. I’ll go. Can I kiss you goodbye?” 

 Sayuri sighed and rolled her eyes. “I suppose.” 

 The two kissed briefly on the mouth. The blush in her cheeks and the flutter of her long lashes was enough to satisfy him. “I love you. Call me before you go to bed.”

“I love you too,” said Sayuri. “Now go.” 

 The moment the apartment door closed for good, relief washed over her.

 Sayuri only had half an hour till David arrived and she wanted to be ready for him. She rubbed the luxury skin cream over every inch and blow-dried her hair till it took shape, then finally put on clothes and did her makeup. David liked the office type, so she wore the white sweater vest she liked to take to work and tucked it tight down into the miniskirt. There was more fabric around her neck than there was stretched around her chest, and it was easy to see the exquisite lace bra through the see-through ribs of her top. Her co-workers loved to stare at her boobs that way, so she was sure David did too. Though, unlike them, he’d be doing a lot more. 

 Sayuri finished her makeup just in time and topped it all off by spraying some of the new perfume her boss bought for her. A predominantly sweet and warm scent. Perfect for the occasion. When her phone rang, she was feeling great about her chances.

 The unknown number told her everything. “I’m downstairs,” said a deep and gravelly voice, speaking English in an American accent. 

“Waitu,” putting up a dummy, thickly-accented English of her own. “I come.” 

 Her English was flawless, of course. She had graduated from one of the best universities in Tokyo and held a master's degree. But that wasn’t what these Americans coming to Japan wanted. They didn’t want some Westernized Asian woman that knew more about their own country and European culture than they did - they could get plenty of those at home. No, what they came here for was the meek Japanese girl that struggled to put together a basic sentence and just wanted to serve and make her people proud by worshiping American cock the proper way.

 On their knees. 

 Sayuri went downstairs to greet her date, hearing the echo of her heels down the staircase. She opened the door and saw him standing there like a giant. A black-skinned, muscle-wrought giant that had come here to destroy her tight little pussy. He wore a leather jacket and kept his hands tucked in the pockets.

“Sayuri-chan,” David said upon seeing her, a huge grin spreading over his face. She could see the streetlights reflecting in his bald head as he got closer. He put a finger under her chin and lifted it up for a kiss. “Good to see you again.”

“Please, come in…” said Sayuri, almost bursting in laughter at her own broken English.

 She could feel David eyeing her butt on the way up to the apartment. He groped it as soon as they entered, his huge black fingers sinking into her toned flesh. “I see you’ve been working out like I told you to. Good. Keep it up. Your husband likin’ the change?”

“My husband not know.”  

 David moved his fingers under the skirt and gave her full lips another kiss. “I bet he doesn’t. Dumb cuck.” 

 Sayuri never really got off to humiliating Arata herself, but it made her wet to hear another man talking about him this way. Especially a black stud like David. Many Japanese were uncomfortable with just how many black guys were coming to Japan. It was one thing if they kept to their American bases, but those like him that chose to settle here were viewed with total suspicion. 

 To most, it made no sense that people that looked the opposite of the natives would choose to make the country their home. Especially when their attitude was so different from that of Japanese as well. Even white Americans were way too pushy for the Japanese to tolerate. Even most generally-shy Europeans. But black Americans? They were the worst: too friendly, too open, too pushy. 

 Sayuri knew from the start that she loved that about David and black men in general. She knew from the moment he kissed her without asking permission and put his massive hand over her perky Asian butt that he was the type of man she wanted to take inside and in her bedroom at home. The type of domineering man that many Japanese women desperately craved.

 David wrapped his arms around her as she took comfort in his strong chest. “Time to have some fun?”

 Sayuri looked away with theatrical shyness. “What want you?” 

 He moved his thick fingers over the ribbing of her sweater and kneaded her breasts. His hands were so strong and rough that it made her weak in the knees to have her flesh get treated that way. Sayuri gasped weakly and tears came to her eyes. 

 She took him by the hand and led him to the armchair in the living room. David sat down and pulled her after him in his lap. Sayuri could feel his cock throbbing against her ass as the two made out intensely, his finger toying with her garter straps as his palm went over her lewd chest. She was so happy to once again have a real man to touch. The hard muscles tensed under her fingers and she couldn’t wait for them to work in fucking her. 

 Sayuri got up and grabbed one of the beers that her husband had brought. She opened it and meekly offered it to him. “My husband buy. For you.” Then she knelt before him and put her hands on his spread thighs. 

 David took a sip from the beer and wiped his mouth. “Mmm, that’s some good shit. A king’s welcome, huh?” 

“Are not my king. Kami. Are my god,” she emphasized. 

 David tilted his head back and sniggered. “Good to hear, baby.” 

 Sayuri could see and feel the big black cock throbbing down his thigh, pressed against it by the tight fabric of his jeans. It was different than what she would ever feel with her husband. Arata’s cock could barely be felt at all, especially if he was wearing some hard fabric like denim. The tiny thing was just too weak to be able to impose itself on anything, even the cotton of his shorts. But a mighty big black cock…

 David moved his thumb along her lower lip and shoved it into her mouth to suck on. “Go on, baby. Your husband ain’t here. It’s time to enjoy yourself. You’ve got a real man to take care of you tonight.” 

 You are a real man, she thought, sucking obediently on his finger. And enjoy herself she would. Sayuri could still remember her first time with a strong black bull. It was a November evening after the business deal everyone at the firm worked on for months finally went through that her boss decided he would take out the staff for celebration. Sayuri reluctantly went with them, knowing she would be bored. After all her co-workers got smashed and slurred their every word, she ended up moving away from the group table and sat down at the bar. She was slightly buzzed herself, but not nearly enough to sink down to their level. All she wanted was to get home, crawl in bed with some good Russian literature and nu-jazz playing, and relax.

 Even now, she could remember the discomfort she first felt when the random black foreigner sat next to her at the bar. Sayuri considered standing up and going back with her drink; but he smiled at her and she ended up entertaining it and smiling back. Ten minutes of glancing at one another they began to speak. And after twenty minutes his huge hand rested on her leg, caressing her inner thigh and stroking up towards her pussy. He gave her goosebumps and laughed at how transparent her desire was. “My hotel’s not far from here,” he told her. 

 Sayuri had left her co-workers there and went with him to the hotel and got ravaged for that entire night. They all thought she had gone missing since she never picked up Arata’s calls and he ended up trying everyone she worked with to track her down. Sayuri’s excuse was that she had taken a break on a bench to rest and ended up passing out - not entirely believable, but Arata was forced to work with it. The truth was that she spent that entire night screaming her throat hoarse and coming so much that she and her lover left the bed soaked with her juices. 

 For the uptight lawyer’s daughter that thought sex was mostly for degenerates and that people that associated with foreigners did so out of desperation for attention, the night was one that shook her to the core. Even later that day, her legs still trembled out of nowhere and shudders wracked her lewd body. As it fully sank in that a big black cock had dominated her more thoroughly than she ever thought possible, Sayuri began to feel empty without it, realizing in less than a day that her lack of enjoyment for sex had been Arata’s fault all along. I do like it, she thought. It was just that none of these Japanese men gave it to her the way she wanted it. Certainly not her husband.

 After that, she was desperate to try it again and knew just the partner: there was a white guy that came to see her boss every so often and he had actually asked her out for a drink many months before. Some Swede that spoke decent Japanese. Sayuri always thought him attractive but thought it was bad to mix work and romance. This time, she was the one to propose to him and they ended up fucking that only half an hour later in one of the stalls at work, skipping the drinks entirely to take full advantage of her lunch break. 

 It was good, certainly better than it was with Arata, but it did not compare with how the black guy had taken her. The Swede wasn’t as big - more importantly, he wasn’t nearly as aggressive or demanding about what he wanted. Sayuri knew that no matter what she may have said to her black guy during that first night, he would’ve done whatever he wanted with her the moment she entered his domain. And that alone turned her on. The responsibility of having to consent to things and ask for them was an unbearable weight on her shoulders. This was not to add more stress to her life. This was purely for enjoyment and liberation. 

 So it happened on the Saturday of that week, she went to the same bar where she celebrated with her co-workers, this time with her Arata. Sayuri was afraid that her lover wouldn’t show, since he had mentioned he was a usual; but he did. They exchanged glances and he sat at the bar, knowingly waiting for her. When it was finally time for Arata to go to work, Sayuri told him she would take some time to finish her drink and be off as well. It was after Arata took off that her black stud grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up impatiently. “Where are we going?” 

 Sayuri did not want to take him to a hotel. Not anymore. She brought him home to her comfortable, huge marital bed and let him fuck her as Arata never could. With the framed pictures of her boring marriage shaking by the nightstand, the bull took her over and over, destroying her little Japanese pussy till she howled in pleasure. The next day two of her neighbors avoided making eye contact with her - at first Sayuri was shocked, offended, even hurt; but then she grinned realizing that she and the bull must’ve kept those lifeless husks up all night long. You’re welcome.

 Of course, being the typical Japanese they were too withdrawn to dare bring it up with her husband. Arata never suspected anything when he got home the next day, and that was how her new life began. Him being away at work during the night made it the perfect time to fuck all the black guys in Tokyo. The funniest part about it was how her husband thought it must have been something he did that made her happy. He could sense that her mood had changed, and it did. Only that it wasn’t due to her marriage...

 Sayuri thought about Arata now as she prepared to suck BBC yet again after he took off. Arata who bent over backwards to get a job that would afford them a comfortable lifestyle, and who sacrificed his health to work night shifts just so he could make as much as possible for her to spend on minor luxuries. On some level, she almost felt bad for him. But it couldn’t be helped. He was just so small and so helpless. Whose fault was it that he was born with such a tiny cock? Not mine, that’s for sure, she thought. Sayuri knew that she needed this. And, probably, Arata would’ve agreed with her if she got a chance to explain it. What else could she do when he was useless in bed? This wasn’t even cheating so much as sparing him unnecessary pain. Better for him to believe that he’s the one making me happy than to suffer as he deserves.

 Sucking on her bull’s thumb, Sayuri unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the meaty cock immediately grabbed her attention as it rested between his legs. It was thicker and longer than her wrist. Just lifting it up in her grip filled Sayuri with a sense of awe and amazement. To think that such a thing was real… Not only that, to think that it was real when so many men had it that much smaller! To have a micro penis like most Asian guys should have been a crime. It would be a mercy when generations of breeding would wipe out their shriveled up clitties for good, and Sayuri was proud to think that she would be among the first generation of women to put in a helping hand in raising Japan’s genetic stock with African seed. Japanese women may have been too ignorant for millennia to know exactly what was out there except maybe for a lucky few, but now with the internet and foreigners moving in it was only a matter of time before they realized that big black cocks were vastly superior. A blacked Japan would be a stronger Japan. That the sex could feel good - great, actually, was a plus. Big and powerful black bulls were the real men they always needed and wanted. Luckily, they also loved tight Asian pussy and the meek and submissive type of women they were raised to be.

 It was a match made in heaven.

 Destiny for everyone involved. 

 And Sayuri’s blessing was to be the slut wife the foreign bulls all wanted her to be. 

 Sayuri sucked him off submissively as she gazed up into his eyes. Her tongue rolled across the veiny shaft and left it dripping with her spit, her worshiping gaze never once leaving David’s dark eyes. He kept sipping from his beer and tilted his head back as she lapped up the precum coming from the pulsating head of his cock. “You like, sir?” she asked in her dummy Japanese accent. 

 David grabbed her hard by the jaw. “I like? Yeah. I like it a lot. But I think I’m going to need a lot more than just that sweet mouth.” 

 His fingers gripped the sides of her head and he suddenly brought her down and made her deepthroat his cock. Sayuri was unprepared and gagged, eyes tearing up from the BBC rammed down her throat. He let her go and she fell back, coughing, but he quickly scooped her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder. 

 The power of his body alone made her giddy to get fucked by him, and Sayuri was more than ready once he took her to the bedroom and threw her on the fresh sheets. They smelled like peaches. The bull took off all his clothing and showed off his titanic physique with bulging muscles and arms thicker than her midriff. Compared to Arata, he looked like a god. 

 Sayuri took off her clothes, too, till she was only in the pair of lingerie, teasing him by stroking her garter straps. “Is this what you want?” she asked, letting go of the bimbo voice for a moment.

 David wasted no time and jumped in bed on top of her. He kissed her roughly and groped her tits, squeezing hard enough that she knew it would leave bruises for her husband to see. Then he yanked off the bra and tossed it aside and slapped her heavy breasts. 

“Japanese girls like you shouldn’t have boobs like these. You know that right?” 

“You no rike?” 

 He slapped her tit again hard enough that she shuddered and grinned. “God, I love it when you talk like that. I always want to hear you talk like that.” 

 The bull turned her around and lifted her ass up. His fingers took a few moments to admire how round and supple it had become after she trained for him constantly at the gym. He let his throbbing head move up and down against her panties, then brought the shaft up between the buns and fucked her hotdog style for a couple of moments, laughing. “Can your husband even do this? Is his dick big enough?” 

“Iie…” Sayuri admitted. Arata could barely put it in. It was way too small for anything else. 

 She reached back and moved her panties. “Please give it…” 

 David slammed into her recklessly and drove his big black cock up her tight little pussy from the first thrust. Sayuri shrieked happily to have his monstrous shaft gloriously filling her up again. All it took was a few times to leave her dripping. As she glanced at the night table, she could see the pictures of her and her Arata smiling on a date and she cooed in pleasure. If only you knew how good I’m feeling. I bet you’d be happy for me. 

 The bull spanked her ass. Hard. “Quiet down, you dumb bitch. You’re going to wake all your neighbors.” 

 But Sayuri knew he didn’t actually want that. She kept squealing at a high-pitched tone like a person being tortured as he fucked her, just as so many girls did in JAV. She could’ve taken him for a day straight, but it was fun to pretend that it was just too much and his cock hurt her. Truth be told, the big black cock was the perfect size for what she wanted. 

 David took her thoroughly from behind and smacked her ass until it was red, the sounds of their fucking filling up the entire room. Of her tight sensitive pussy struggling to wrap around that big black cock and her flesh slapping against his as he pummeled her into oblivion. One thrust after another, Sayuri could feel herself slipping into a haze of endless pleasure, grateful to be able to surrender her body entirely to such a superior man. 

“Oh shit!” he said suddenly. Sayuri felt him pull out and lashed out unhappily. She looked at him over her shoulder and he quickly turned her on her back and came all over her chest. Rope after rope of thick cum landed on her tits. “Fuck…” 

 Sayuri rubbed the hot seed into her massive chest - they were so large that they barely fit on her ribcage, and David stared at them, fully mesmerized. But she was still confused. “What was that?” she asked, letting go of the accent for a moment.

“I forgot the condoms.” 

 Sayuri wrapped her arms around him and gave him a loving kiss. “Let me grab them.” 

 She got up and padded away from the bed, then came back with the beers for him and the pack of condoms. The bull gulped down almost an entire beer and tossed the dregs and the can on the floor. He grinned mischievously. “You’ll clean that up, won’t you?”

 Sayuri bobbed her head slavishly. “Of course.” But in truth, she would probably make Arata do it tomorrow. 

 The bull patted his abs teasingly. “Come here, you yellow bitch. Come on.” 

 Sayuri took off her panties completely and crawled on the bed to his cock. She could tell that he was looking at her huge tits and little waist and it made her happy to know he was so turned on by her perfect little Asian body. Though he had come moments before, he was already throbbing and ready to go again. From the last few times, she knew David could last for the whole night. He was one of the best bulls she ever had. 

 Sayuri raised herself over the cock, then brought it up against her pussy, ready for impalement. She gave him a slutty look as she lowered herself bit by bit, taking every inch of the massive dick until she could feel it beating against her tummy. 

 His huge black hands gripped her tiny waist and helped her start to move up and down. David was so much bigger and so much stronger than her that without the tits her silhouette could’ve passed as that of a child. But as the sweat gleamed off her big pale tits while she rode him, Sayuri knew exactly what she was: a perfect toy to pleasure a perfect man. 

 David grabbed his phone and casually filmed her as her tits slapped against her chest and she fucked herself silly on his dick, rolling her eyes and stretching her nipples. He was not the first to take such embarrassing footage of her and he wouldn’t be the last. She knew that there were probably hours upon hours of porn out there of her getting blacked, it just hadn’t come out yet. Maybe it never would. But either way, it turned her on to think of how many people were enjoying this. It amused her just to think of Arata coming across it one day and then convincing him he was crazy. 

 David took her by the hands and locked his fingers with hers, watching her. Sayuri rode him wildly, grinding his cock against her insides till she could feel herself coming. He was so big that she was stretching her pussy near the tearing point to hold all of him in and that was what made her feel so good. I’m taking all of it… she thought proudly. Any real woman should’ve been able to take a BBC at its full extent. 

 The sweat dripped down her back and rivulets glistened on her tits but she did not stop. She bounced up as far as she could and fell down painfully back on his dick, impaling herself brutally, the sound of her tits slapping against her chest so loud that she knew her neighbors must have been able to hear it all over again. Sayuri tilted her head back and coeed, letting them all hear what fun she was having... 

 Sayuri wasn’t sure how long she rode him but she came at least five times doing it. The bull had discarded two of his filled up condoms and threw him on the floor where they were waiting to be picked up along with the half a dozen beer cans. He just lay back and relaxed as Sayuri did most of the work, a black king being worshiped on the marital bed that belonged to her Japanese husband.

 She switched it up and rode him reverse cowgirl, feeling his fingers kneading her ass as she dropped down on top of him. One time she came down on his cock with so much force that he grunted and laughed grimly. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her arching down towards him. “I love the way you ride that dick,” he whispered. 

 Back arching along his torso, Sayuri let her hips grind against him as the heavy flesh of her breasts wobbled down the sides of her visible rib cage. “Arigatōgozaimashita,” she said with a smile.

“Or as we say in English” - David slapped her face gently - “keep fucking going.” 

 Sayuri finished him off with a little more grinding and let him come again. She got up and collected the filled-up condom and tossed it aside, then lay down in the crook of his strong arm and nuzzled against his chest. “Will fuck me, sir?” she asked. “I so tired.”

 David cracked open another beer and took a sip, then a can slowly into her mouth as Sayuri held her wet lips open for it. “I guess so. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m lazy.” 

 The bull left her lying there and got up instead. He lifted her ass up to him again, but this time he pushed her face down into the pillows. It was only her ass that interested him and he wanted to watch those beautiful glutes flexing as he took her. 

 David started fucking her gently at first; but he picked up in intensity as he went. Sayuri could feel each thrust into her coming harder and faster until one made her spine tingle so hard that she felt it all the way up in her teeth. The bull wrapped her hair around his arm like a leash. His hand caressed all the way from her fine ass to the soft big tits. 

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” He thrust into her once and made her tits heave forwards and slap against her ribs. His finger sanked into both of them hard enough that Sayuri yelped, but he went on fucking her that way. He used his legs to spread hers wide, then positioned himself to thrust violently as his hands mercilessly molested her tits. 

 Her husband could not have dreamed of being allowed to treat her like this.  This Sayuri only allowed for strong black men. Real men.

 This time, he was giving it to her hard enough that her squirming was real. He rammed into her so brutally at one point that she came instantly, her legs quivering behind her. Sayuri shuddered and could feel her nipples getting pinched hard by him, and the pain intensified the orgasm that much more. 

“Is this what you want?” 

“Hai! Please give it to me, black man…” 

“Black man? Don’t y-” 

 The sound of David’s voice was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Sayuri could hear the whole night table shaking from it and she reached to pick up. 00:36 It’s already past midnight? she thought. She barely noticed the time going by. Arata was calling to check up while he was on his first break.

“You want to get that?” the bull asked. 

 Sayuri put it on silent and let it vibrate. “No, sir. It not important.” 

 He gave her ass another slap. By now it was so red and raw that just touching it made her gasp. “That’s right. What your husband wants isn’t important.”

“No, sir. He small. He stupid.”

“That’s true. Just another dumb Japanese beta. He doesn’t deserve this pussy.”

“I only like American man. Black man.”

 David raised her up and then slapped her tit hard enough that she teared up. “Good girl,” he said.

 The phone ringing seemed to turn him on, because he fucked her from behind and pistoned her at such an intense pace that they both came at the same time. The bull pulled out and once more took out his cock and threw the condom away. “Fuck,” he said. “We’re empty.” 

“Already?” Sayuri giggled darkly. “Well, sir, I clean up after. You take what want.”  

 He arched his brows. “Sayuri-chan. Are you inviting me to fuck you raw? And possibly impregnate you? Leaving your poor tiny-dicked husband to raise a child of superior genetic stock? You know, that would require compensation.” 

 Sayuri traced her nails down his abs. “Please…” 

 David sniggered and this time turned her on her back. He slapped his huge cock against her stomach where her womb would be knowingly a couple of times, then slapped her tits again. “Let’s do it, then.” 

 Sayuri shuddered as his big black cock entered knowing it would be her first chance to get her womb filled. Not a drop of cum had ever touched that most holy of places. Certainly not her husband’s. But she wanted David’s - or any black guy’s. She had considered it before many times but always decided against it. Not because of Arata - he would’ve accepted a dozen black babies if it meant staying with her. Sayuri just didn’t want to lose her figure. But with enough effort, maybe that would never happen. 

 She gasped and groaned as the cock went all the way in and wrapped her dainty arms and legs around her lover. He was so much bigger that she couldn’t connect either around him the entire way. His black body covered her up almost entirely, and Sayuri could smell his sweat and taste it as it dripped down into her mouth. She licked his hard pecs and kissed them. “Fuck me, please.” 

 David took her in a firm and potent mating press. Sayuri just held onto him and moaned weakly as he moved against her, driving his dick up all the way regardless of her reactions. It was far slower than how he had fucked her before, but he directed his cock with such perfect awareness of her pussy that every single movement was pure bliss and made her shudder and cry. 

 Sayuri came but she just cried happily and kissed him as he stretched her out in every direction. Whatever spots there could have been left hidden in her pussy, she knew that he had found them all tonight. 

“I love you…” she whispered. “I love your big black dick.” 

 There was no response from him, only the worked-up grunts as he exercised every muscle in his body to breed her properly. At one point the phone started ringing again, but Sayuri let it. Who cared at this point?

 The moment his seed flooded her womb her nail dug into his back and Sayuri braced for what was to come. Not just the pleasure of feeling him inside and the heat of his cum, but the knowledge that there would be a black baby growing inside there. 

 Her father-in-law always wanted a baby. Arata could be happy.



 The next morning she woke up groggily, David long gone. 

 The room was a complete mess and she knew it was only a matter of minutes until Arata arrived. As she rose to go to the shower, she took a long look at the floor - empty beer cans, used condoms, even some of the bull’s dried up cum.

 She left it that way.

 Last night was good enough that her spirits were fully uplifted - to the point that she found herself singing some pop song off the radio as she showered.

 Once she came out, she found Arata in the middle of the bedroom. “W-What happened?” he asked her instantly.

“Uhm, good morning?” she said indignantly. “Have you forgotten your manners, Arata-kun?”

“What is all this? Is this… Is this a condom?...” 

“Oh, that.” Sayuri giggled. “My friend asked me if she could bring a guy with her last night. So I allowed it. I slept on the couch and let them have our bedroom.”

 His heart fell and the concern was written plainly on his face. “A guy?”

“Come on, don’t be so dramatic,” said Sayuri. She padded over and put her arms around his neck. “It’s not like I had sex with him. So what’s the problem? I never even saw him.”

 That seemed to appease his worries. He gulped and looked at the condoms. “It’s so dirty. Everything is a mess.”

“Will you clean it up for me? Please? I’ve got such a busy day. I really don’t have time for this.” She could already picture him on his knees wiping the cum from the floors and it took all her trained self-control not to burst out in laughter.

 Arata did not want it. But he lacked the strength to say no as she looked into her eyes. “Okay…” 

 Sayuri gave him a kiss on the lips. “Perfect. Then I’m going to change. You start cleaning up.” 
 As she grabbed her clothes from the closet, she could see him picking the first of the filled condoms and giggled quietly.