Chapter 4 - Arisu Sakayanagi's Black Cock Corruption pt.1
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.
Tags - Interracial, Harem, Creampie, Orgy, Impregnation, Raceplay, Slow Burn, Build-up! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, an academic institution who prides themselves in cultivating their country's young talent and developing them into elites.
A prestigious establishment who produced some of Japan's finest citizens, their potential far exceeding the graduates from their other competitors.
That's exactly why it was unthinkable the level of debauchery taking place behind closed doors…
This depravity extended not only from a few stray students, or what should've sounded even worse—an entire classroom—but several classrooms. It wasn't just a few of the women either, Albert's tyranny extended to the whole populace of Class C, AND D!
The female students weren't his only targets, either, claiming the absolutely stacked brunette bombshell of a teacher in Sae Chabashira, too. His reign of power infiltrated even the school's upper ranks, granting him unequivocal access to their classroom—enabling the lustful man to host tons of vulgar, filthy orgies right in the venerated place where the inferior Class D could only struggle to improve themselves, to futilely hope that one day they could surpass their peers above them.
Albert's giant, meaty black cock.
That was the cause of this school's downfall.
His influence didn't solely extend to the beautiful women of this once honorable school, but it also negatively impacted the men, too. Albert single-handledly ruined many relationships that had once formed before his rise to conquest began, leaving the men in his grade with limited options for romance and lovers. Depriving the young horny males who craved sex more than anything but left with no avenue for release…
This predicament earned the scorn of men who could only look at Albert with envy and hate in their heart—powerless to stop his run. His unmatched physical prowess and ruffian demeanor ensured that overthrowing him wasn't possible, earning the protection from Sae Chabashira, and possibly other teachers, too.
The stage was set for Albert's Class C to aim for the stars, taking first place through sheer force and seduction.
In that case…
It was only natural to target the woman who stood at the top of the mountain, right?
Class A's leader—Arisu Sakayanagi.
A petite young woman at the tender age of eighteen with lilac-colored hair that reached down to her shoulders, a pair of dazzling iridescent violet eyes that captured the gaze of anyone who looked upon them. Despite her small stature and innocent appearance, Arisu was a confident woman who was proud of her intellectual abilities, a haughty woman that carried herself as if she were all-powerful regardless of her contrasting appearance.
She hadn't yet fallen.
If it was through sheer luck, or what some would coin as misfortune, Arisu hadn't yet crossed paths with Class C's new ruler and lustful leader.
That fate would soon change, as it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed.
A powerful figure like her had only been standing his way.
A small, portable figure like hers had only one purpose to serve, and there she stood—in front of the path where Albert's amazing, animalistic cock would soon reach.
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"Have you noticed something odd with the behavior of the other classes lately, Masumi?" Arisu asked, the sound of her cane touching the floor echoing in the relatively empty hallways.
"Oh, yes. It would be much more strange if someone didn't notice that something's amiss," she replied.
Strolling the school grounds with her trusted aide at her side, Arisu never once believed that she could ever lose her rightful place as Number One.
That's exactly why the farce that has been going on behind the scenes didn't bother her… No matter what it is, she truly believed she was immune to such foolishness.
"It's no issue. If anything, it just further guarantees our victory at the end of graduation. Outside of him, Class D are a bunch of failures. They pose no threat to us, and while Ichinose could be considered quite exceptional on her own—I fail to see how she can be a threat with style of leadership."
"I see… What do you think about Class C?"
"Them? That group of delinquents?" Arisu laughed, raising her hand to cover her slim lips as it stifled a light chuckle. "I don't believe in ruling through physical force, either. All brawn and no brain—that class. Their skillsets are insufficient to claim victory too, I gather."
"…I'm not so sure it'll be a good idea to overlook them, Arisu. With Ryuen usurped, they pose a different kind of threat. I've heard some rumors, and I believe there's credible evidence that a certain man from that class is responsible for the erratic behavior being observed recently."
"Do you truly believe so? If I'm not mistaken, isn't the person you're referring to—"
Before Arisu could finish that sentence, the small girl was rounding a corner when something incredibly rugged, immovable, and gigantic stopped her in her tracks. It felt like she'd walked straight into the wall, the already frail woman bumping off of the sturdy statue of a frame and falling onto the ground, landing on her pert behind.
"!!!..."
There was nothing more that Arisu hated than showing weakness, refusing to let out any sort of reaction that would've suggested such. Regardless of her poor mobility, whatever she walked into would've been a force that very few would be left standing after colliding into.
Ouch, ouch!...
With her hand gripping her cane and gently rubbing her butt that she'd so roughly landed on, Arisu slowly opened her eyes, raising her head to see what sort of unit she happened to crash into.
It was none other than the very man she was about to speak upon—Albert Yamada.
The usurper of Class C, an enforcer—a foreign student whose thuggish behavior had steadily become renowned throughout their entire grade, the awareness of his presence becoming difficult to ignore for anybody that attended the school.
She had trouble believing that someone her age could have such a contrasting appearance to herself. In a sense, Albert was the complete opposite of herself. Unbelievably tall for an eighteen year old; a colossal frame packed with fibrous muscles that stretched out the thin fabric of shirt flaunting the definition and shape of his physically imposing virile body; dark melanin skin that resembled the shade of dark chocolate; and possessing excellent athletic capabilities that ranked him at the very top of the statistical leaderboards for this category.
The beret she always wore fell off her head upon impact, and splayed out beneath herself were Arisu's premium soft, slender legs clad in those white garter-belt stockings—a rather unexpectedly erotic choice of clothing for a woman of a prim and proper demeanor like Arisu.
She didn't catch it, but Albert's carnivorous gaze roamed the plushness of her thighs. Although in lacked in overall size and thickness compared to some of the many voluptuous women he's fucked, there was something about those pretty, skinny legs that made him feel aroused.
Without a word, Albert reached out with those huge, mammoth hands—a gesture Arisu didn't think much of until her smaller, slender hand had been enveloped in his enormous, stronger pair. His grip exuded power, almost instinctively communicating to the physically weak woman that no matter how she tried, there was no use struggling against a beast like him. He pulled her up without exerting much of an effort at all, like he'd been picking up a piece of paper off the floor, it felt like a second had barely passed before Arisu was helped back up on her own two feet, placing her cane down onto the floor to help stabilize her shaky form.
"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to knock you over," Albert apologized, his gigantic mitts still fully enveloping her own, the feeling of his calloused fingers lingering on Arisu's softer, paler skin—finding it difficult to utter words in response to this perplexing feeling.
What is this?...
Thanks to her prideful attitude that she was simply better than everyone, that sharp, merciless tongue whose words could sting like venom—the physical contact she shared with men was incredibly limited. To even touch someone of the opposite sex had been an occurrence that hadn't happened much in her life, and she couldn't help her mind wander to a place of curiosity. Staring at the sight of Albert's hands consuming hers whole, there was a slight pause before Arisu trepidly retracted her own hand, feeling a strange stirring forming her lower abdomen area.
It was no surprise that a man should possess more physically dominant qualities, but something about the colossal gap between them was resounding, despite raising to her feet the towering height that he stood at still seemed just as insurmountable. Arisu's head needed to tilt as far back as it could to take a glance at his chiseled face, his jawline sharp enough to cut through steel, and his defined facial features that only accentuated the bulky appearance of his stalwart body only further exuding his confidence.
His apology was brief, and so was the time it took him to leave. Arisu hadn't even given him a verbal response by the time she was silently gazing at his broad back moving down the hallway, his shoulders lifted and head raised with such self-assurance.
…
There was no way for her to know, thanks to her limited knowledge of his character, but this entire meeting had been orchestrated by Albert in the first place… The belief that he was solely brawn and no brain would be a severe misjudgement that would cost Arisu everything.
"Are you okay, Arisu?" Masumi asked, quickly returning back to her class leader's side.
Arisu quickly tidied her appearance, wiping the dust from off the back of her skirt, readjusting her thigh-high stockings with a snap that echoed off the walls. "It's him, is it not? The newly appointed leader of Class C, Albert Yamada," Arisu asked, recollecting herself in an attempt to mask the peculiar thoughts currently running through her head.
"Correct, that is most definitely him."
Evidently, there was no way that it could've been anyone else. Albert was the only African-Japanese person in the entire school. It was almost unthinkable that at one point he hadn't become the center of attention. During the first few weeks, he remained quiet and mysterious. A stark contrast to the commanding presence he exerted now, walking through the school like he owned it.
With slight reluctance, Masumi appeared to be dwelling on something before finally managing to speak up, "Concerning that man, Albert Yamada… I've heard some rather vulgar rumors," she said.
"I would expect such behavior from someone like him," Arisu scoffed. Though, I suppose his actions just now were rather surprising. "What exactly do these rumors entail?" She asked.
"…"
"Well… Please excuse my language, as I do not know how to explain this without sounding crude," Masumi prefaced, trying to put some separation between herself and whatever rumors she was about to unveil. "I've heard some talks from a few women from other classes that he's been… claiming many of the girls in the first year."
"Claiming? What exactly do you mean by that?"
"I-I'm trying to say that he's seduced the majority, if not all the women in the lower-ranking classes. It's not only Class C that he rules, but supposedly every girl in Class D, as well," Masumi explained.
"S-Seduced?" Arisu spat out, trying to mask her shock by faking a few coughs, before continuing to gather important information on her competition. "Him? How? He's hardly someone I'd strike as charming, or especially good-looking. If anything, he's just a brute that only knows how to get into fights and cause havoc around the school. It's alarming that the teachers haven't dealt with a thug like him. What type of women would be attracted to that?"
"Supposedly all of them… Including their leader, Shizune Horikiya, and perhaps the most popular women from their class, Kushida Kikyou."
Arisu laughed, "What? Those two?! Don't be ridiculous. Kushida is one thing, but Horikita? They match like water and oil—she's too stubborn a woman to be with a man like him," she said, as if the claims she heard were utter blasphemy. The longer she thought about it, how could a prudish woman like Horikita ever do something more than hold hands with someone of the opposite gender? Arisu hadn't been one to talk, considering her severe lack of experience herself, but it was still hard to believe.
"T-There is probably a reason," Masumi replied.
"Yes, and I haven't the faintest clue what that could be? He's hardly a distinguished gentleman. I would hardly think he could be anyone's type," Arisu laughed. "Oh well, rumors are just rumors, after all," she said, dismissing the tales of Albert as nothing more than mere, baseless gossip.
In her youthful imagination, Arisu's type had been closer to someone with the looks of a prince, or the intelligence of Ayanokouji.
Right, there certainly was nothing attractive about Albert… That massive muscular frame, how much larger and powerful he was compared to everyone else, none of those qualities are something that I could find attractive or arousing.
"I guess so…" Masumi responded, sounding rather unconvinced.
Arisu shrugged her shoulders, tapping her cane on the floor with more emphasis as she spoke, "Anyway, that man has sealed his fate. Regardless if he's managed to pull off such an impossible feat such as charming every woman he sees, for putting me through such embarrassment, I shall be the one to personally crush him."
And so, Class A's analytical leader and her trusted sidekick continued to move forward, striving for excellence.
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Later that evening…
"Unghh! Huuhnn! Wait a second! You can't do it that hard! I'm going to break!" Masumi squealed through empowered moans, bracing herself against the wall as the large, brick-like body slammed flush into her pussy from the back.
Albert chuckled, his lips curling into a devious grin. "I'm the one who decides how hard you're going to get fucked. You can just stay there and be a pretty face, while I give this pussy the pounding it deserves," he said. The man's hips crashed against her rather ample behind, causing the flesh of her buttocks to ripple as every dark inch slammed into her defiled pussy.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"O-Okay, I get it! I'll be a good girl, so please stop spanking me!" Masumi wailed, the pale flesh of her ass jiggling profusely as it was being slapped by that same pair of gigantic, dark hands that left even Arisu rattled. His hand struck from those long, sculpted arms like a whip, the friction of those cruel smacks leaving the meat of her cheeks burning a flushed red.
Albert leaned in and whispered into her ear, his thick fingers circling around her neck, "You really couldn't hold yourself back after seeing me for the first time ever? It was only a matter of time before someone from your class became aware of what was going on, but still… I underestimated how truly slutty the supposedly smartest class in the grade could be." The combination of his palms striking her wobbling behind, and the unforgiving thrusts that wrecked her pussy so hard it became challenging to even stand—proved far too much for Masumi, who wasn't graduating from Class A, but graduating from being a virgin.
The odd behavior she displayed before when Arisu questioned Albert's attractiveness… The reason now became crystal clear. Unlike Arisu, Masumi's thoughts were that of a healthy, adult woman—who acknowledged the value of a man possessing such virile qualities.
What Masumi failed to mention to Arisu, someone so innocent and maiden-like as her—was Albert's famous big black cock. What Arisu described as his negative qualities was actually his appeal, he was manlier, stronger, taller, and possessed more sexual experience than the entirety of his grade combined. The absolutely enthralling erotic stories Masumi heard about Albert is what led her to this bathroom stall today, ignoring her leader's wishes to do something as irrational as try and challenge Albert, the gall to even suggest crushing such a fierce opponent made Masumi want to switch over to the other side.
The seeds have already been planted, and now it was time to nurture them before the harvesting season arrived—and in the end, perhaps the season for breeding awaited them?
With his rugged grip clawing at the base of her slim neck, Albert took out the cellphone from the backpocket of his sagging trouser hanging by his knees. The black man aimed the camera down to the reckless mashing of dark, brawny mass and the soft, white feminine cheeks of the supposedly honorable and studious student. He recorded the monumental scene proving that even the elites were suffering from a case of insatiable arousal.
"Ahhn! Hhuhhn! I can't believe this! I'm losing my virginity inside the men's bathroom!... I know this is wrong, but why am I so turned on?!"
"Because that's what it means to be a true slut!" Albert roared. "It doesn't matter what class you're in, that doesn't matter to me! In the end, you're just going to become my bitch like the rest of them! Your leader included! I'll stretch out Arisu's tight little pussy that she'll be facing life or death by the time I'm through with her!"
The man's proud proclamation followed an eruption of sensations that left the purple-haired woman trembling in place, squirting heavily through her cunt with the force of Albert's hands gripping her long ponytail extending the spectacular orgasm that surged through her core.
You're next, Arisu Sakayanagi! I thought that I wouldn't have much interest in a woman of your physique, but I was wrong. There's something about you that makes me want to ruin you… It doesn't matter if your tits are tiny, those thighs have some meat to them, and I can only imagine what it's like inside of that pussy.
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The only place where Arisu could drop her guard and truly relax was in the comfort of her dorm room. It was tiring enough moving about during the day, relying on a cane to help her navigate around, Arisu much preferred to remain stationary and lie down in her bed than to spend time hanging out when there weren't important matters to attend to.
Victory is everything.
That was the motto she lived by.
The creed that fuelled her desire to succeed.
"I still can't shrug off what happened earlier today. Was there something wrong with Masumi? It sounded to me as if she were considering taking that man's side," Arisu grumbled to herself, distracted in her own thoughts while flipping the page of one of her many books that had been waiting for her in a pile, sitting nearly atop her desk.
How utterly foolish. What did she mean by 'claiming' them? To hear her speak such a foul term is disheartening. Seducing? How in the world could a brute like him manage that? All that he's good for is violence, disrespecting women, and using them for his selfish needs.
BZZT!
There wasn't a long list of people who Arisu trusted enough to give her phone number, meaning it was very likely that when somebody reached out—the message would be coming from someone important to her, or of something with great substance.
"A notification from an anonymous number? How strange. Who could this possibly be?" Arisu said, closing the book without needing a bookmark—one of the perks of having near photographic memory. If she were in a normal state of mind, ignoring a random message would've been her typical course of action, but the events that transpired today seemed to leave an everlasting effect on her—even if she hadn't realized it yet.
Arisu's little fingers tapped the notification, and after seeing a video attached, she clicked on the screen. Mysterious enough as it already is, what sort of video could she receive from an unknown number?
Huh?
Immediately, upon opening the thirty-second clip—Arisu was greeted by the sight of something obscene. It didn't take long at all for a small blush to spread across her lily-white face, those violet eyes opening wide at the debauchery that played on her phone.
What is this?
The video was shot from the point-of-view of an exceptionally tall man, who undeniably boasted an absolutely enormous, dark and muscular body. If the exposure alone of those rippling muscles glistening in a layer of sweat wasn't enough to leave her flustered, then the incessant ramming of that powerful build demolishing the smaller, paler, and frail body of a woman.
It didn't even look like the pleasurable experience sex was described to be—Arisu's lips quivered at the sight, concerned for the safety of whoever this woman was.
How obscene. Who would ever send me something like this?
These animalistic thrusts were befitting of a true savage, focusing on the sight of the lady's rear-end rippling upon absorbing the impact from the man's colliding hips. There was no sound attached to the recording, but Arisu could only manage how vulgar it must've been. In her romantic fantasies, sexual intercourse resembled nothing like the carnage she witnessed now. A slow, sensuous and loving act between two intimate lovers… that's what Arisu always naïvely assumed.
If Arisu looked into the mirror, she would've seen the slight blush warmed across her cheeks. But of course, she would've denied its existence altogether.
After all, she would never admit such a farce would affect her.
No, Arisu Sakayanagi wasn't feeling aroused, or anything…
The recording played on her phone for a few seconds longer, until she finally pressed the pause button. It hadn't even reached the full duration of the short video before Arisu decided that she's seen enough, going as far as tapping on the anonymous numbers contact and promptly blocking it.
"Hmph. What was that about? Some sort of stupid and distasteful prank?" Arisu pondered, shaking her head in disapproval and placing her phone face-down onto her bed. "Was there somebody that overheard our conversation from earlier? Or had it been purely coincidence, and this is how those disgusting rumors spread in the first place?"
The truth was, while Arisu didn't directly hear about the fables of foreign black men and their absolutely gigantic cocks—the sight of that burly body naturally filled her mind with such perverse thoughts.
I bet someone must've looked up a video of some interracial porn they found online, or something… Who would be interested in such lecherous behavior? That man looked far too large for a woman so much smaller in stature. Is there truly a craze about black men due to their size and aggressiveness? If that's the case, then that must be the cause of what Masumi has been talking about, about how the women of Class C and D have been 'claimed' by that man…
In that faint moment, a brief memory of her encounter with Albert flashed across her mind.
It made her think back to how miniscule her hands felt in his enveloping hands.
How hard his skin felt touching her own.
The dark complexion of his melanin build.
His deep, commanding voice that he used to order and boss his underlings around—as well as supposedly, the harem of women he had by his side.
Then, Arisu thought of the sight of his thick, strapping chest stretching out the buttons in that plain white shirt that looked ready to rip…
That big, black burly body.
Albert loomed tall above everyone else, standing at an absurd height of six feet and six inches, a height that matched professional athletes from Africa and America—not in Japan. It wasn't even superstition, but a grounded fact that black men possessed stronger bodies, greater athleticism, and apparently—equally as enormous manhoods that jutted out from their groin like a third leg.
For a moment, Arisu was slowly immersing herself in that thought, before pausing altogether and dismissing it.
No. It can't possibly be true. I doubt all of them are built the same. I've heard that everything's exaggerated in porn, like a romantic fiction story. I shouldn't pay any attention to it. Anyway, what does something as trivial as 'penis size' matter? Only immoral women would be hung up about such topics. What matters is the person's heart and their mind… That's how you value a man.
Like nothing had ever happened, Arisu picked up the book she was reading and continued from where she left off, failing to notice the small, flustered blush that still lingered on her pretty face.
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The next day…
Once again, at the exact same time as the day before, Arisu was enjoying her daily routine of reading in bed—stimulating the brain and feeding it treats through information—when she received yet another notification. This time, from a different anonymous number.
"Again?... I can't believe this," Arisu sighed, staring at the notification for a short while longer. "I'm sure I know exactly what type of video this will be… It's too obvious. But, I should check just in case, right? Perhaps it could be of some use to me," Arisu reasoned, convincing herself that there was nothing wrong with opening the video.
The thumbnail of the video clearly showed that same, hulking black figure, but this time with a different woman. Arisu's finger hovered over the 'play' button for quite a while, noticing that the pacing of her breathing had started becoming unsteady, taking the time to close her eyes and calm herself down. This doesn't affect me in the slightest. Not one bit. These videos have no effect on someone like me. I'm better than that. I have more control over my own urges, and I'm certain that I find nothing appealing about black men, or their huge, intimidating penises.
"Alright, here we go," Arisu said. After steeling her resolve, her slim pointer finger tapped the button.
"Unngh! Auuhn! Hhuooh! Hhhmmpphh! Hhhuuaarrghh! I'm cuuhmmiiing! You're making me cum so much! I can't breathe! Mmmhh! Any more of this and I won't be able to walk!"
As soon as the video started, her room was bombarded by the sounds of loud frantic moans of the woman, howling in pure ecstatic bliss at such a raucous volume that made Arisu's heart leap in her chest.
SCHLAP! SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! PLAP!
It wasn't just her screams, either. Arisu had no idea that the sound of flesh colliding could be so vulgar, accompanying the already arousing sight of a thick dark cock thicker and longer than anything she'd ever imagined shoving every inch into a different, but equally as submissive woman were the salacious noises that made the experience that much more enthralling. Of course, for other women who weren't Arisu, and lacked the discipline that she had!
W-What? He's doing it so rough! Doesn't he hear her screaming? She even warned him several times that she's in danger. Is this man forcing himself on these women?
"Hhhnh! You're fucking me up so good! But, I can't stop cummingg! Ouuhhnn! They weren't kidding! Big black cock is incredible!"
As if to disprove her thoughts, the loud voice blaring from her phone's speakers raised in volume. Another searing blush bloomed on her face, this time—the temperature harder to ignore. It was a lot heavier than yesterday, no doubt due to the added stimulation of hearing the video, this only heightened the immersiveness of the scene, allowing Arisu to imagine what it would be like to be in that room, to feel exactly how hard those thrusts were that reduced these ladies into a heap of jiggling meat.
Lasting several seconds longer, Arisu had already exceeded that halfway point before managing to pause the hectic scenes. There was a moment of deep contemplation, where she wouldn't even want to acknowledge her own thoughts that were creeping into her mind.
No. This isn't exciting at all. There's nothing appealing about black men, or what that woman so adamantly referred to as 'big black cock'.
…
Arisu happened to see her pair of headphones resting on the drawer, scanning around her room as if she would find someone there, she then reached out to pick them up and place them over her ears.
It would be problematic if someone heard this.
And so, the video resumed again.
This woman was far bustier than the previous video, and this time, the color of her scattered, long and blue hair was visible, too. The giant, vascular black man mounted the curvaceous woman from above. The camera pointed down at the visceral sight of her voluptuous melons bouncing around, the throbbing, veiny nightstick lathered in vaginal essence as it thrusted in and out of her sloppy hole with supreme precision and strength—Arisu was able to hear the illicit contact even clearer through her headphones.
Bright blue hair, and an incredibly well-endowed figure?… Have I seen a girl like this before?
Arisu had to catch herself, why was she trying to put a face to these random women who were surely complete strangers to her?!
It was as if her mind wanted to reject the possibility of those rumors being true.
Her pride not allowing her to admit when she was wrong.
"Gghh!… Hhrgg. Gghhhh! Grrhhh!"
The only sounds coming from the humongous dark-skinned hulk were his virile groans, and his scorching hot breaths—the lenses focusing on the most erotic scene Arisu's ever seen in her young adulthood life.
Her attention focused on the woman's flat stomach glimmering with sweat, Arisu audibly gasped at the slight bulge forming at the apex of the black brute's vicious thrusts.
This rough, barbaric style of sex was beginning to feel fascinating. Using her meticulous, calculating eyes, Arisu studied the reactions and emotions written on that woman's body—watching her writhe in place with her pair of huge, mountainous lumps of flesh jiggling all over the darned place and slapping together loudly—playing a sinful chorus of sex.
Are they not using a condom? How careless! Don't they know how likely it is that the woman would get pregnant?
Especially, considering the fact that a ruthless cock that heavy, girthy, and black surely produced highly fertile seed… with those strong, powerful genes.
Arisu hadn't once lost confidence in her abilities, but if there was something she rarely felt self-conscious of—it had to have been her lack of 'womanly attributes'. It was no secret that her body hadn't quite developed to the extent of some of her peers, and sometimes that reality would disturb her ever so slightly. To refer to her chest as 'modest' sounded like a compliment, she was rather flat with the only substantial meat on her body being located in her slender albeit plush thighs, with some of it hidden beneath her skirt, present in her surprisingly pert ass.
Not that she'd ever considered showing her body off to any man…
The last thing Arisu would want is to end up being like one of the women in these videos, their naked flesh exposed and spreading around like wildfire. She had no reason to believe that she'd been the only target of these videos, Arisu assumed there were others who were seeing the same short videos of various women being slaughtered by that tyrannical black man's unstoppable cock.
Is it going to be a different woman every time? I was mistaken to think the first one was his girlfriend. Are there even more than these two?
The seeds of curiosity had started to sprout, pausing the view only to rewind a certain scene when the man started to snap his hips so sharply—raising the volume as loud as it could go as the blue-haired bombshell succumbed to many lurid moans.
I can't believe this… Can you even call this 'sex'? It looks so one-sided, like the woman is completely at his mercy. She's powerless to do anything but moan like a common whore, allowing her breasts to freely jiggle all over the place as she takes his heavy thrusts. Everything about this is so… primitive in nature.
"Uuohnn! I get it! I understand now! I thought it was all bullshit but it's true! Black cock is just better! Cumming! I'm cumming again!" Her screams sounded so close to Arisu's ears, the headphones making her feel as though she were right next to the interracial couple.
The woman in the video grasped at the thick forearms belonging to the beefy stud pinning her down in place, and upon hitting her climax, her entire body shuddered and trembled uncontrollably—the waves of something spectacular flowing out of her pussy, visibly gripping that enormous ebony length like it refused to let him go.
She's having an orgasm! Even though it looks so long and painful, it feels good enough that she'd let herself go completely? I didn't know that sex could be like this…
…
Something weird started happening to Arisu's body.
A feeling she couldn't quite explain.
One she hadn't properly experienced.
The pattern of her breath changed, becoming more frantic and unsteady.
Look at how the veins pop out!… They're pulsing so strongly, brimming with strength. I bet they're carrying so much of his sperm, ready to be released.
Arisu shouldn't have been thinking about him, but the lone person of African descent that she's seen in person was Albert, and with their encounter fresh in her mind—she might've imagined this meaty, muscle bound body belonging to him…
It wasn't intentional, but it happened nonetheless, her subconscious creeping in as Arisu's intrigue progressively morphed into fascination.
I've never felt like that before. An orgasm… Does it really make you lose all control? Would I be able to feel even an inkling of that pleasure?
Fighting through bated breaths, Arisu's uncertain grip grew together on her phone, rewinding the longer video and starting from the best parts. The innocent maiden didn't even feel comfortable completely acting without inhibitions in her own dorm room, biting her soft, pink blankets to stifle the ensuing moans she would potentially make.
"If I remember correctly, all I need to do is this…" Arisu muttered to herself, reaching down beneath the hem of her skirt, brushing her little fingers against the fabric of her clear white panties.
I'm only doing this because I want to learn, that's all! Plus, I need to do something about this unbearable heat I've been feeling since watching these videos. I'm sure I'm just pent up, after this, I'll cool back down.
Her feeble excuses and dismissing any accountability for her lustful actions, Arisu's fingers pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing the tiny, pink entrance of her pussy.
This wasn't the first time Arisu's ever touched herself; but it was a rare enough occurrence to say the least. The prodigious first-year woman was entering the age where her sexual hormones were supposed to be running at its highest, yet masturbating had been far from a habit for her. If memory served her correctly, she'd barely managed to cum the last time she desperately tried and failed, curious as to what it would feel like after hearing some chatter amongst her friends.
Immediately, she could tell this was different.
Her eyes were glued to the screen, watching intently as the massive black cock pounded that pussy to a milky pulp, indulging in the mass of flesh jiggling which she could never experience. Arisu's nimble fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, pushing apart the slim lips that resisted even against her slender digits, feeling herself plunge into a wetness that she's never encountered.
"Mmmm," she whispered, biting her lips. "I don't understand… Does it really feel better if it's so big? Something that thick, powerful, and black… How isn't that painful?"
The angle at which she watched this blue-haired vixen get pummeled by that absurdly sized monster was barely able to remain still, shaking through the tremors of his frantic thrusts, even Arisu could tell these two were quickly building up to an enormous climax. Almost to match their rhythm, Arisu's fingers thrust into her wet pussy, failing to acknowledge that her wetness was a sign of arousal, treating this as nothing more than a pastime to alleviate herself, the steady rhythm she followed was nothing like the intense, virile bashing of the man's hips slamming that lady's womb like a drum.
Arisu's thumbs pressed against her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub as she exhaled breathlessly, "This is where it supposedly feels even better, isn't it?" In the video, she could tell how that gigantic girth brushed against the lady's inflamed, turgid tip, closing her eyes and imagining what it would feel like to have something so hard and thick rub against it. "Haahhnn… She doesn't have any control of her own body anymore, does she?"
"I'm a black cock loving bitch! Mnnhh! Ouhhnn! I'm yours! Do whatever you want with my slutty body!"
The sound of her tits slapping together grew even louder when the man's humongous hands aided in its fluid jiggling, smacking those voluptuous balloons around while maintaining the hectic pace of his pussy-crushing snap of the hips.
This was so wrong…
So improper.
A dignified woman such as Arisu should've never succumbed to such otherworldly bliss.
Masturbating was out of the question!
It brought shame to the Sakayanagi name.
She knew this, was aware of everything—too smart not too, but right now—she didn't care.
Arisu reached up with her other hand to grip the headphones around her ears tightly, pressing them closer to better hear the clarity of the blue-haired woman's shameless moans. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Arisu was trying to live vicariously through her—this woman who had the body she didn't, taking the first giant black dick she's never had.
"Oh no…" Arisu whimpered, sucking in some spit with her body tensing against her will, pelvis rolling in the rhythm to the wild rhythms of her slim fingers being squished by the tight clamp of her virgin snatch. "This isn't good!… I'm… I might cum!~"
The faster her fingering became, the harder it was to keep composure, using the remaining strength in her body to chase after this tantalizing haven of a release. Arisu's face planted onto the mattress, her cheeks coincidentally pressed up against the phone while the screen displayed an impeccable, ebony phallus dripping in vaginal cream, wearing an expression afflicted by pleasure as she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the video, "I'm going to!..." Before she could finish that sentence, Arisu's small back arched off the bed, the tightness in her body becoming undone with a healthy surge of juices leaking out of her pussy—the hot liquid disappearing into her clear white, soft as silk bamboo sheets.
This blinding heaven lasted only a few seconds, but in that delicious instant—Arisu was able to forget about everything. The pride that she had, the responsibilities she needed to withhold, the expectations of being the best, and her motivation to prove to her father, and the folks at the White Room that natural talent triumphs over 'artificial' talent. The weight that she held on those tiny shoulders for years was finally lifted, if even for only a few moments—it felt so… gratifying.
"Mmmm," Arisu moaned softly, cherishing the taste of this spectacular moment. As her eyes drifted back to the screen, watching the dark-skinned goliath continue to pound that thick bitch ruthlessly, the familiar heat building in her core revealed the answers she was searching for.
From a physical standpoint, the act of masturbation didn't change much from her first session to just now, apart from the idea of teasing her clit after watching that pussy stretch around that humongous prick—what separated them was the mental aspect of it, the erotic visual of a black man's spectacular body pummeling that softer, weaker body into submission sent jolts of perplexing pleasure scattering through her tiny body.
Big black cock…
Arisu's heavy breaths slowly started to stabilize as she slumped over her bed, exhausting herself after orgasming only a singular time. There were no shortcomings under her power of control she was willing to let exist!
Tiring out after cumming once?
How pathetic.
Arisu vowed to build up her sexual stamina, because if she didn't… how could she even last a second under the barrage of sensations that woman did?
No. That wouldn't ever happen. A delinquent thug like him and myself? Perish the thought. I'm simply working on myself for my future lover. Yes, that's exactly it.
It didn't even cross her mind, currently plagued by lust, that she'd associated that black man's build with Albert Yamada.
Although she was already pushing herself well beyond her physical limits, doused in an unfamiliar feeling of sweat, Arisu's pussy clenched as the video replayed again.
"One more time?…"
…
Unlike the previous day, this time—Arisu didn't block the anonymous number.
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Following that night, the picture and videos flooded her phone without an end in sight.
Like clockwork, at the designated time—a notification would surely reach her phone.
At first, she didn't think much of it. Now, Arisu was beginning to anticipate them. Was it truly by some coincidence that these messages always arrived during her leisure time?
Surely, somebody close to her didn't inform whoever the sender was of her daily schedule.
As the leader of Class A, the class closest to graduating with the utmost honor—Arisu felt the pressure of needing to diligently improve from within, and take the necessary course of action to ensure they all remain victorious in the end.
This persistent pressure of course leads to stress, but being the prideful woman she is—Arisu would never show it.
These now daily masturbating sessions were the perfect form of escape from Arisu's everyday challenges, and handling that accumulating stress.
At this point, her gallery was filled with many different interracial porn content to masturbate to, using the following sessions after making herself cum to the newest video to revisit some of her favorites from before.
She didn't want to admit it, but Arisu did feel extremely naughty for touching herself to these depraved videos, especially considering it was exclusively of this one black man and a plethora of different white-skinned women.
How couldn't she?
Those incredibly stimulating videos…
Those unbelievably slutty pictures…
They were too much for her poor virgin brain to handle.
Arisu even tried to search up other forms of porn to ease her urges, but it never hit the same. Although she could never see the face of this man equipped with that 'Mandingo' missile capable of ruining any woman, Arisu admittedly felt herself gravitating to him—the embodiment of manliness and sexual virility.
There were so many different videos and pictures to choose from, that choosing her favorite would be impossible.
Arisu noticed that sometimes there were repeat appearances for certain women, in particular, one with long, lush black hair and a shapely ass; a woman with short, beige-colored hair worn in a bob hairstyle with a fat rack, thick thighs and a meaty butt; and finally, a taller, more curvaceous brunette beauty that clearly looked older than the rest of the other girls who appeared to her her age.
These three were the superstars of the show, but with them came a supporting cast that Arisu derived just as much pleasure from masturbating to.
The other day she came to a picture of a fashionable looking blonde, squatting down on her heels, posing right next to that giant, dark slab of meat. Her fingers struck a trendy peace sign, taking a selfie with that black beast casually rubbing against her cheek. "I love BBC!"
Their bodies were always left untouched, but their faces had been blurred and censored, edited in a way to mask their identities. If Arisu had spent more time examining the physical features of these women and comparing them to her peers, she might've noticed that some familiar faces were co-starring with this magnificent, mighty black beast.
Maybe she didn't want to know?
Not yet, at least.
There were so many different videos to choose from, but Arisu had definitely picked out a few favorites.
A threesome with the black-haired woman with strong moans, with the shorter, bustier bob-haired buxom stacked on top of her. Arisu would always suck on her fingers to stifle this outrageous arousal when she'd watch that tremendous length slap across the pussies positioned vertically from one another, loving how he took his time warming their holes up for his dominance—especially loving the dirty talk they shared.
"Ouhh, Daddy… You want to fuck my pussy more, don't you? Mmm, come on! I'm the one who wants your babies more, so I deserve it!"
"Tchh! Be quiet, ____! It's clear that Daddy prefers fucking me more, give it up already. Didn't he ask for your help in seducing me?"
"Alright, bitch! Let's see which of the two of us can make him cum more today!"
The evident embers of competitive rivalry between these two added another layer to their depravity, something Arisu much appreciated, with the intensity of her masturbating sessions rising following every consecutive orgasm she experienced.
"Ouuhnn! Hhuhhnn! Give me permission to take me off the pill, Daddy! I want your black babies already!"
"Mmhnn! Hhnghh! If she does it, then I will too! Huohh! It doesn't matter to me anymore! Hnnh!"
"Patience, you horny sluts. We still have two more years ahead of us."
At some point, Arisu started to play these videos through her speakers, on max volume without shame. Slowly but surely, like a concealed disease—she was gradually changing.
"B-Big black cock!" Arisu mewled, speeding up the thrusting of her own fingers while a pair of the black man's favorite bitches begged for his seed.
Before, such a stimulating eruption seemed more like a fantasy than reality—but now, Arisu was regularly bringing herself to a point of climactic release. The effectiveness of big black cock and slamming what appeared to be any woman into submission turned her on more than she'd like to admit.
Their surroundings weren't always the same, sometimes they would take place in that disheveled bedroom that already looked stained by the countless solicitous acts that fostered on that mattress—and during others, they'd be engaging in their debauchery in various classrooms, the washroom, or the locker rooms.
Some of them even looked familiar to Arisu, but she played the fool—acting none the wiser. Perhaps Arisu's mind was protecting her from itself, knowing that not even her unwavering pride could survive this onslaught of lust.
Another recording that was filmed in a classroom featured a tag-team of differing personalities. A silver-haired babe whose quiet nature was obvious to even Arisu, who had only a few seconds of dialogue before determining such. Standing right next to her, with her arms straight and palms flat against the wall, was a tomboy with short blue hair and a sharp tongue.
They both were of more modest builds compared to the other women, but such a revelation struck a cord in Arisu's heartstrings—this man didn't discriminate no matter the breast, hips, or ass size.
I still have a chance.
The thought crept into her mind as quickly as it vanished.
Despite her lacklustre portion of meat, Arisu still remained confident in her feminine appeal!
If she so desired, not that it was the case at all… I'm sure I could have him begging for me. He'd do whatever it takes to lay those huge, dark lecherous hands on my impeccable body.
Arisu particularly loved how the calm, cool and collected women broke down into a howling, creaming mess by the end of the video.
"Please be gentle with me," she said. "I'm not like the other women you have wrapped around your finger. Sex doesn't particularly interest me. I'm only doing this because I have to…"
From treating this like a chore, to then screaming like a wanton whore with a voice louder than she's ever made, the progression of her corruption happened so quickly that it left Arisu in awe. The same could be said to the other brutish woman, whose aggressive tendencies were fitting for a delinquent, turned from hostile to meek equally as fast.
"I don't believe all that shit I'm hearing for a second! All you guys ever talk about is sex, and you just think with your dick! If you think that I'll turn out like one of your other whores, you've got a whole other problem ahead of you!"
Their courage was certainly admirable, but a quarter through the video, that bravado amounted to nothing.
"Hhrrkk! Oouhnn! God damn, you're slamming that huge cock into my guts! Hhnh! Fuck me up then, you big brute!" The blue haired woman shrieked, her athletic body tensing in rhythm to the brutal pace of their bodies mingling.
It almost became a habit for Arisu to try and time her own orgasms with the dark-skinned hunk in the videos, progressively allowing herself to unravel more in her undulation without inhibitions the more she masturbated. When she'd cum, Arisu preferred to stifle her moans by either biting down onto her finger, the blankets, or her pillows—until a mark of drool would be left behind.
Now, she felt courageous enough to allow those high-pitched squeals to bounce off the walls and echo back into her ears.
"Ha!… Ahnn!… Me too! Shove that black dick in me!"
Arisu had started to build up quite the collection of lewd images and films starring this black man ruining any and every woman who dared cross his path.
Before this pattern of lechery started, Arisu's tendency to alleviate herself through masturbation was limited to once or twice a month… It didn't take someone experienced to conclude this was a paltry amount compared to other women her age, entering the stages of adulthood where the urge for sex ran at its peak.
The reason for this had been none other than her sheltered upbringing, and Arisu's insurmountable pride. She genuinely believed that nobody was better than her, and that treating herself through masturbation was a colossal waste of time. It doesn't even feel that good, anyway.
What stimulated Arisu her whole life had been to feed her brain useful information, developing her mind to the best it could be.
That iron wall of determination hadn't ever been penetrated, until now…
There were all sorts of couples and secret flings happening across the campus at one point, but now—a lot of the sexual trysts were now funneling to a single man…
The absolutely gigantic black man, with a body buff like a body builder, yet somehow the same age as someone as small, skinny, and delicate like Arisu.
One month following the first video, she'd only been masturbating twice a week, when her mental fortitude against this lustful assault faltered.
Now, two months after receiving daily updates of this man's carnal conquest, Arisu massaged the deepest parts of her loins she could reach using her fingers and other tools daily.
There had been an underground market for illicit sex toys and pornographic content in the school, where a hefty sum needed to be paid due to the inherent risks of running such a secret business under the teacher's stern supervision. Nobody knew who was running it, but people like Arisu couldn't have been more grateful. Sexual activity was officially banned on school grounds, but evidently the number of students who followed such aged rules was dwindling.
Arisu provided herself with a humble array of toys, ranging from normal vibrators, nipple clamps, and other naughty outfits to spice up her nighttime fingering sessions.
During these past few months, she was becoming more and more corrupted—the seeds of interracial lust soon entering a season perfect for blossoming…
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It was just another day for Arisu Sakayanagi, nearing her favorite hour that loomed near.
She'd actually acted too hastily, rushing home ahead of time to lock herself in the room, laying down in bed, and indulging in this smoldering period of weakness that whittled down at her senseless pride.
This was truly despicable, degenerate behavior. Deep down, Arisu knew this, but she would never admit it—not even to herself. No matter what perverse words or statements left her mouth, her stubbornness prevented her from acknowledging any of the effect this insatiable lust was having on her.
Even now, as she stripped herself completely bare of any clothing—tossing aside the uniform that carried so much pride and elegance like it were nothing but a dirty pair of rags—Arisu rested on her bed with her weak, slender legs splayed apart, the pink flesh of her maidenhood spread and waiting to be pleased.
Why isn't it here yet? What's taking so long? Arisu hadn't even expected the slightest delay, the text message was sent at the same time, every day—without fail.
Her perfectly trimmed pussy was already soaking wet, juices trickling down in the clear white bedsheets, kicking her pink fluffy blankets to the side as her fingers traced the outline of her soft, smoldering pussy lips—keeping them warm. The brewing of feminine heat starting to build up on her, the delicious taste of forbidden pleasure on her tongue, all of it made Arisu feral with lust.
"Mmmhhh… Mmhh… I want to see them get wrecked by that huge black cock!..." She yelped impatiently, her toes curling underneath her small feet. Her breath hitched as she continued to yearn for this desire that was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, feeling the heat of her own lust from her throbbing labia, in the back of her mind she knew that it was slowly consuming her—but as she's continued to do, despite all of her intelligence, Arisu turned a blind eye once again.
Her eyes closed as she allowed her imagination to take over, stimulating her thirsty cunt that needed its daily dose of spectacular relief. In this darkness, she saw him, the tremendous black body that was entirely to blame for this incurable arousal. That dark, hulking figure etched deep into her memory. She was able to conjure up vivid images of his chiseled abs, his broad chest glistening sexily in a bask of sweat, those big biceps bulging as he gripped the hips of whatever bitch he was fucking that day, his forearms covered in thick viens.
His skin looks so tough and hard, but I wonder if it would feel smooth and warm?... Mmm. I bet it smells incredible. Arisu bit her lip, her left hand finding the small bump of her chest, gently rubbing them while her tongue slowly crept out of her mouth—wondering how it would taste? And that cock. Oh, god. It's so huge… Black, thick and perfect for sex.
Arisu's imagination ran wild, picturing that big, strong sexy black man's body fucking some lucky girl with that monster dick. Her hips bucked involuntarily, a rush of heat flooding her core as her body prepared itself for the ensuing pleasure soon to come. Who will it be this time? Look at them, turning into his little whores. Screaming 'Daddy' as loud as they can, begging for more… It's almost as though they can't live without it anymore. They want nothing more than to be pounded so hard that they forget everything they've ever believed in. A bunch of cockhungry, black cock loving sluts… ♥️
Filling the space of her pussy with her slim fingers, the feeling of being stretched alone was rather pleasurable, but Arisu knew… My pussy would be stretched so much more than this around that, I'm sure. He would try and break me like his other bitches, but I'm better than that. It doesn't matter how sexy he is, how much strength he's packing in those muscles, or how many inches it is, I won't lose to that big black cock♥️
Bzzt!
There would be nobody who could pull her out of this trance, except the familiar vibration of her phone receiving a notification. Arisu's hands moved away from her tiny tits immediately, picking up the device and opening the attached video as fast as she could.
"?!..."
The mental defenses her brain had been setting up this entire time were taken down with a single look, what she assumed to be the usual porn video, with the woman's identity concealed… didn't happen this time.
She should've known.
Perhaps, she always has.
The conditions made it possible for Arisu to trick herself, to pretend that she didn't know.
That way, she could've kept her head high on those small shoulders as she walked down the hall—like there was nobody who could be her equal.
To feel lust for her competition would be an admission of weakness. Something that could be exploited to steal her reign at the top.
Her mind blanked when she saw the face that belonged to the woman with long, dark and silky hair—the favorite of the black man's horny harem of sluts. A face she recognized quite well. Someone who she's been directly competing with to graduate at the top of her grade.
"Suzune Horikita."
The leader of Class D.
Arisu stared at the screen in shock, her grip shaking slightly as she held onto her phone, her heart pounding wildly in her chest—drumming in her ears. Those vibrant violet eyes that could see through any feeble plan to take her down, to analyze any impossible mathematical equation, were instead fixated on the sight of her fellow peer, drowning in ecstasy that shouldn't exist.
Arisu whispered to herself, disbelief coloring her tone. "It can't be…" But, it was. There was no mistaking those familiar features, contorted in deep-rooted pleasure as a gargantuan black cock pierced deep inside of her.
Hardly with any time to settle down from the shock dawned on her face, it didn't take much to piece the puzzle together.
That huge black guy, with those bulging, brawny muscles had to be him. There was nobody else in the entire school that it could've been. The only man who ever affected her to this extent—the mysterious identity of the foreigner who tormented her with the appeal of forbidden pleasure. It was impossible to fully defend her ego at the harrowing realization, the man who she supposedly felt disdain for bumping into her, a direct obstacle for her to overcome by the end of Year Three—was the same person she'd been fervently masturbating to for the past two months.
"Albert," Arisu breathed, the name slipping from her lips like a prayer. Her mind raced, trying to process the implications of what she was seeing. "He's actually fucking Suzune… And she's loving every second of it,"
The rumors were no longer rumors.
The proof was right in front of her.
There were no questions left to be answered.
No skepticism to be had.
"Uhnnh! Uuhnnh! Yesss! Albertttt!~ ❤️❤️❤️ I love you so much, Daddy!"
Her voice didn't even sound like it belonged to the same person anymore, sizzling with fervor in her affectionate speech, but those undignified moans sounded like that of a wanton whore.
SMACK!
Arisu watched as Albert slapped her ass so hard that the entire meat of her ass jiggled, affecting even her perky tits that bounced slightly in response.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Un-huh!~ Spank me harder, Daddy! Mmh! I'm your little cockslut! Fuck me!..." Suzune whined, impaling herself with that charcoal-black cock. "Break me with your huge black dick! I can't get enough of you! Every day just fucking, fucking, and more fucking!… And I wouldn't change a thing."
To think someone as proud, cold, and antisocial as Horikita would stoop so low to willingly degrade herself like this for another man was unthinkable. Apart from her reliance on Ayanokoji, Arisu always assumed that Horikita strayed away from male interaction unless absolutely necessary. Supposedly, receiving her fill of big black dick was categorized as a necessity.
As if a spark of jealousy enraged her, Arisu's body moved like it possessed its own will, her fingers plunging into her wetness amidst this ambush of shocking reveals and sensations.
How unfair.
All these other women in her grade, from classes beneath her—were relishing in the lustful taboos of sexual intercourse—with the physical embodiment of virility itself.
You dare call yourself a rival to me, Horikita? All the while you were sneaking around behind my back, giving your body to that man who's trying to take my spot?
These complicated, infuriated thoughts coursed through her mind—but the effects spreading through her body were that of unparalleled arousal. Arisu flicked her fingers in her shamelessly wet pussy, bucking her hips against her touch, gathering two of her slim fingers together to imitate the girth of a cock and plunging her exhilarated cunt, "AAHHHNN!~"
For someone who was judging Horikita, and apparently every other bitch for their depravity, Arisu was doing a terrible job removing herself from the equation. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, salivating heavily while she humped her fingers, producing filthy, sloppy sounds that bounced off the walls in her room.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SCHLLK! SCHLLKK!
"Albert's big black dick!…" Arisu shuddered through frantic breaths, spit trickling down her chin as she let out a slew of horny moans, "Mmnaahh!❤️That huge, stupid cock!"
Bringing her phone as close as she could to her face while still being able to properly watch the video, Arisu's tongue draped over the screen where Albert's shining, pussy juice dripping ebony cock resided—thrusting into Horikita's bruised quim like a relentless piston.
Arisu's fingers were digging out the spritzing juices, producing nasty noises competing with the volume of her spirited cries, "Put her in her place then, you brute! Ruin her like the total slut that she is!"
Something primal within screamed at her, a life absent of sexual pleasure was now being overcome with carnal desire. This time, as that chocolate cannon destroyed Horikita's plump pussy that remarkably took the beating of this black beast—Arisu pictured Albert's chiseled face, those full, thick lips that spoke with such a deep, masculine voice.
Her toes tensed while her body spasmed uncontrollably, she started flicking her tongue and licking it over the dark object taking up the entirety of the screen, watching from an angle below both Horikita and Albert's colliding bodies. The stark contrast between his skin as dark as night—hers as white as the snow—it all fuelled her wildest imaginations, envisioning how the shade of their bodies would look pressed up against together like theirs did.
"Hhuoh! Hhhuohh! Mmnnhh! I've been waiting forever for this! I couldn't care less about the stupid exams, I just wanted to feel you inside me again!" Horikita's voice wailed, the vibrations of her screams coming through the speakers could be felt tingling on Arisu's tongue—leaving the screen of her phone appearing fogged by the condensation of her hot, horny breaths. "I'll send you every last point that we have, I don't care!… Just please, don't go without fucking me for that long again!"
You're just a woman who loves fucking black men, aren't you, Horikita?! Ha! You'll even sell out your entire class for something as fleeting as womanly pleasure? I can't believe I expected more from you. Unbelievable. How could you fall for something like this? Even if it feels incredible, I won't submit!…
The precision and speed that her slender fingers were pumping in and out of her tiny steaming snatch with was a testament to her lustful dedication—exerting the limited stamina she's been strengthening through diligently training her pussy each and every night.
"Ahn!~ C-Cock! Hhuhnn! Cum inside of her, Albert! Do it! If she wants it so badly, then give her a baby! Let it all out! Every single drop of those powerful black genes!" Arisu mewled, the wetness of her tongue leaving behind trails of saliva all over her phone, her hips flexing and lifting high as they could, aiding in this special release that felt different than the many others almost instantly—once she saw Horikita's face.
This erotic dream no longer felt like a mere fantasy.
Once she stopped looking away, and stared back at the abyss of her carnal cravings bearing its fangs to consume her—Arisu's body spread with inconceivable heat.
It was no longer out of reach.
Horikita could be considered her neighbour, and there she was, having her wet pussy obliterated by the most sexually enticing body she's ever seen—Albert Yamada's superhuman physique.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the sixty or so odd times that Arisu made herself cum watching him make love to multiple of her classmates confirmed it—the fact that she was helplessly attracted to him.
That ruthless thug.
A foreigner from overseas.
Arisu was expected to carry out the honorable Sakayanagi name.
What would her father think if she ended up dropping out of this school breeding elites, because she was bred by this insatiably aroused black man?
It would be unprecedented in her family's history.
The White Room.
With Albert's natural physical gifts and his dominant genes, complemented with her own prodigious intellect—would their child be able to compete with those superhumans?
That wicked, troubling thought culminated in the fiercest orgasm Arisu has ever experienced in her life. With her jaw craning wide open, the veins in her neck popping with the underutilized muscles in her body flexing as hard as they could, she let out a symphony of serenading moans as she imagined Albert's gigantic load drowning her aching womb in a bath of his seed.
"I neeeddd itttttt!~"
Through the sheer force of a life-changing orgasm, Arisu managed to press through the balls of her feet enough to slightly raise her pert bottom and lower back off the mattress—squirting volleys of her thick, vaginal essence that came out of that small hole like a spray gun ejecting her fluids all over her cream-covered bedsheets.
"I need Albert's big black cock!!!!!❤️"
…
A cry straight from the maiden's heart could reach even the heavens themselves.
On that night, nearly drained entirely of energy, slumped in the comfort of her own bed—Arisu Sakayanagi awakened.
A huge, mind-numbing orgasm she could never replicate again.
Not without him.
Albert Yamada, and that body which looked built for breeding.
They were to blame for everything.
As she drifted to sleep, the image of his face flashed in her mind, along with that mammoth-sized, dark Goliath that took their entire grade by storm.
A black bull with every intent to conquer.
To be continued !!