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As much as Ren loved seeing his girlfriends get their backs blown out by other men, or scouting around for a guy to join them for a foursome, it was nice to just go out on a normal date with no intention of picking someone up. Hand in hand with Makoto on one arm and Haru on the other, the trio were just out downtown, having a nice time peeking around the windows and slipping into shops. Their relationship was a pretty unconventional one, and it wasn't one anyone had any regrets about, but to be there and just be normal for once was a bit of a nice change of pace. There was only so 'normal' their trio could be, of course, but it was a nice change of pace, almost sort of a relief to not be judging strangers they met for if they were up to the task of fucking them in a public bathroom while Ren watched.

It wasn't that Ren was a disappointment in bed. He was anything but, both Makoto and Haru very happy with his performance. Ren just liked that his girlfriends were both huge sluts. They slept around, fucked guys, sometimes ended up in foursomes with some dude they didn't know so both girls could get dicked dumb at the same time. There was a healthy factor to all of it that they were able to enjoy and have their fun with, an ever-changing situation where the one consistent thing was that Ren always fucked them senseless after they had the cum of a few men inside of them. Yes, he wanted to watch, but it was not because he fell behind in the least.

But this was a day for them. No foursomes, no gangbangs, nothing sexual but the occasional grab of Ren's hand against their bodies when he could get away with it. The greatest likelihood was what Ren would drag them to some alley and fuck them if he got too excited fort his own good, something that didn't bother them in the fucking least. Dates always involved sex, it was only ever a question of how it would, and what craziness they'd get up to in the process. It was only a question of how and where they'd be fucking, not if.

At least until the curveball of all curveballs.

They'd stopped for some street food when they noticed someone was paying a lot of attention to them. A bit too much attention for there to be any feeling other than that he definitely recognized them. Makoto and Haru both whispered in surprise to one another, trying to remember if they'd fucked him before, but there was no way. The man looked like a tourist, but more than anything, he was dark skinned. A black man, likely from abroad. They had never fucked a foreigner before, but he looked at them like he knew them. It wasn't something it was easy to overcome, the continued certainty lingering through them that he knew them somehow.

Ren finally caught notice of him too, asking, "You haven't seen him before, have you?" when he saw the stares.

"No," Haru said.

"Not in my life," Makoto remarked.

"Think he knows us from online?" Haru asked.

There were more than a few compromising videos out on the internet of Makoto and Haru both being absolute sluts. Cell phone videos of them sucking men's cocks, footage of them getting pounded in alleys, even a couple gangbangs in the park. If he knew them from anywhere, it would have been from a whole lot of amateur clips making it out onto the internet. It left them wondering what they were supposed to do, letting the constant gazes and the curiosity slowly get to them as they realized how much attention they were being shown.

They took in the sight of the man. Dressed like a typical American tourist with a button-up shirt and a camera around his waist, but he was dark skinned, heavy-set, with a hat thrown on top of his bald head and a certain air to him as he stood off in the distance, watching the threesome get their street food. The way he kept his attention up had a weird effect on the girls; there wasn't anything subtle about the way he looked at them. Usually, when they were recognized 'from the internet', it was a lot more bashful than this. But he looked right at them, steady and interested, clearly wanting something from them and their presence, which left them unsure of exactly how they were faced with these

"Do we talk to him?" Makoto asked.

"We shouldn't, right?" Haru's voice was a little shaky. "This is supposed to be a normal date."

"Yeah, yeah." Makoto sounded more than a little bit uncertain about that, if only by way of how interested she suddenly felt in his presence.

Ren could tell. "We can go see what he wants, maybe," he said. He had to admit, he had a certain interest in seeing what this was about, too. He couldn't deny that something about the way he eyed his girlfriends make him curious. Ren liked seeing men fuck his girlfriend, and they'd never fucked a foreigner before. It was something that held over him, something that deeply intrigued him.

"Really?" asked both of his girlfriends. It put a smile on Ren's face. He shared a kiss with each of them, and once they got their food, they set their eyes on the foreigner with intent.

They approached him slowly, not wanting to rush toward him or scare him off. It was a situation they had to balance out with the weirder march forward, trending their way slowly toward the ideas and the curiosities of a situation they were going to need to approach as best they could. But he was not going to be intimidated; as they drew toward him, he started moving toward them in turn, his bearded smile growing as he flagged them down. "I hope you don't mind being approached by a stranger," he said in surprisingly solid Japanese for a man who was dressed to the nines like a tourist, "but I saw you the other day. Both of you in an alley getting fucked while your cuck friend here watched, and I want to take you as my tagalong sluts for the week."

That was a lot to take in all at once. The brazen words hit them all pretty intensely, down specifically to the idea that he wanted to take them with him. "Boyfriend," Ren corrected, clearing his throat.

"Right, my apologies. Your cuck boyfriend." It was as direct and as blunt as it could be, and for some reason, that fascinated them.

Haru leaned in a bit closer to Ren, as if trying to signal a protective love for him, but she also bit down on her lip as she spoke. Makoto, beside her, felt her legs tighten up a little bit.

"I think I remember the alley," Makoto said. "I didn't know we had a voyeur, too."

"We love Ren a lot. He's more than a cuck," Haru said.

"But still a cuck," the tourist said. His smile grew. Their shivering, shifting excitement grew, too. The girls were stunned by how blunt he was, how forward he could be in going for that, and Ren was in turn getting wildly turned on by the idea of someone storming in and saying those sorts of things. "So what are your names, ladies?"

Dizzily, the girls gave them, even if they were a bit surprised to offer them up so blatantly to a man who hadn't given his own but wanted them for a week.

Ren liked his girlfriends being sluts. Loved it. Loved seeing them fuck other girls. Not because he was insufficient in bed, but because he loved seeing them get dicked dumb. He'd jerked off happily to the sight of plenty of men reaming his girlfriend, or having them show up late to dates with creampies for him to fuck after. It was just how their relationship was. But it was always with a loose, light excitement. It was different when a man was coming and trying to be the bull. real bull. To call Ren a cuck to his face and try to get the girls to spend time with him. It was different. It was oddly exciting. And Ren couldn't rule out that the man being black had more to do with it than he was happy to admit.

"Can we talk for a second?" Ren asked, feeling the heat rise inside of his cheeks as he pulled his girlfriends away from the foreigner, his body tightly clenched. He then proceeded to make some confused sounds as he sorted out the feelings inside of him, before spitting out, "What do you guys think?"

"Well, seeing you like this has convinced me already," Makoto said. "This is new for you."

"He's so forceful. It's very arousing," Haru admitted. 'I can't argue against that. He's very.... And I've always been curious about foreigners."

"BBC," said Makoto, her voice less than confident at admitting she knew about it. "But only if you're okay with it, of course." She turned back to Ren, the shiver of frustrations and heats she had to delve in to, falling apart with weirder heat, the lust that kept her confused and very intrigued. "I'm still your girlfriend, above all else."

"Yeah, of course! You get a vote in this, too." said Haru, even as her thighs pressed tightly together. She was frustrated and wound up, but she wanted to be a good girlfriend, and not sell Ren out so quickly. She just really, really wanted him to say yes. "I just really, really wanna go." She hoped that didn't come off like she wanted to guilt him with it.

Fortunately, Ren was tightly clenched and really, really wound up, his body tightening heating up. "I want pictures," he said. "And videos. Lots of them. If you're spending a whole week with him, then I should have something to keep me company, right?"

"You should," Makoto said.

Haru let out an excited noise and kissed him on the cheek.

They returned to the man again, and the girls were now pretty unabashed about how they approached him, smiling so brightly that he couldn't resist smiling, too. He could tell already how this was going to play out, and he was ready to see it through. "That was a short talk," he said. "That's either a very good or a very bad thing."

"We've decided that Haru and Makoto are going to spend the week with you," Ren said. He couldn't believe he was saying it. He didn't even know the man's name. He was flying blind here. A week! A whole week. But Ren was so turned on, and seeing how hot and horny his girls were getting at the prospect solidified what he was doing.

"I'm happy to hear it!" He offered a laugh. A deep laugh. "Especially from you. Handing over your girls to a bull. Seems like it's your first time."

"We've never been with a black man before," Haru admitted.

"Usually, it's not like this," Makoto said, "regardless of skin color."

"I'm gonna change both of those things." He reached his hands out, taking both girls by the wrist and pulling them from Ren's sides. Another stunningly forward gesture. One that made them sidle up beside him, his hands going for Makoto's ass and looping around Haru to grab her chest. Right in front of Ren. "Yeah, this is a lot better, I think." He didn't hide how he fondled them both, provoking shaking, wide-eyed excitement from both girls. Neither had been this horny with a stranger before. This was something special.

Ren looked somewhere between desperately horny and full of regret, lost to the reality and shivering through these feelings, caught in the realization of what he was agreeing to and the prospect of seeing the effect it would have on his girls. But not even while in the room with them. "Okay then," he said, brimming with nervousness. "I'll leave you guys to it. Love you."

"Love you," Makoto and Haru both said while another man palmed their best assets. Ren stumbled his way off in confusion and frustration, while the girls leaned in against the man. Bearded, bald, with a heavyset form, but there was clear muscle beneath the fat. He was deceptively strong, and the girls found themselves more than a little bit shaken by the utter wave of desire and interest upon them.

"Let's get you two girls in an alley so I can show you what you're in for this week," he said, giving the girls an even bolder squeeze, absolutely unrepentant about the control he held and the hungers taking him to the limit. He was completely shameless about how he touched them, about grabbing at their bodies and leading them away from the busy, crowded street, off to the side where he could have his fun with them properly.

With every step, Haru's head felt light. She leaned in to one side of him, not knowing his name but now set to spend a week with him. It defied belief a little bit, but as she marveled at his heavyset body, at a portly figure with underlying muscle. It made her wonder if his cock matched his frame, and the thought of that kept her eager. And it was her first foreigner! The prospect of seeing a foreigner's cock excited her beyond sense, the pleasures shuddering through her body, compelling her to need to explore this in full.

Makoto, similarly, kept running in her head every expectation about how big her first black cock in person would be. She couldn't stop thinking about it, left a little dizzy and frustrated by the sheer heat rising through her. This was going to be a lot. It better be. she wasn't sure she could even be excited about an ordinary cock that was black. In her head, everything was so built up. She couldn't wait to find out what she was in for, approaching toward this and letting something exciting take tight hold of her now.

He led them into an alley, continuing to fondle them every step of the way, stepping off to the side away from prying, public eyes. Then, he pushed them both gently against the wall and began to kiss them.

They'd kissed lots of men before. Never did it feel as possessive and assertive as what he did to them. He grabbed at them, pinning them to the wall under his considerable weight and shoving his tongue into their mouths. First Makoto, then Haru, then back, then over again. He stood between them, broad enough to be able to pin them both down while his hands got even more forceful about it. Every guy who fucked them in public was just out to have some casual fun. This was a man who knew his part. He wasn't just here to fuck some cute girls. He was a bull. A man who kissed other men's women like he knew he could do it better. Someone with experience in doing what he was about to do to these girls, who had never entered this world before, and weren't ready for what was to come with it.

"We don't even know your name," Makoto sighed, a dizzy and dreamy ache.

"I want to keep it that way," he responded.

"So mysterious." Haru fawned over him, unable to help herself.

The kisses and the gropes were just the start of what he had in mind for them, getting them that extra bit desperate, that extra level of hazy and frustrated so deep that they were going to give him anything he wanted. That was when he had them ready, locked down so completely in devotion to the lusts bubbling through them that they felt ready to give in to this, to melt against him and seek his touch. The two needy Japanese girls became weak in the knees, slumped back against the wall while a black man older than them adored them until finally their legs were ready to give out from arousal alone.

He guided them to their knees in front of him, and the girls came level with his baggy shorts, now tented with something that made them ache. Both of them had vivid mental ideas of what they were about to reveal, of what his cock would look like. Pure desire and obsession washed over them as they shared the chance to peel his shorts away and learn what they were in for. Both girls had a guilty interest in the thought of fucking a black guy. Ideas swirled in their heads, based on porn they'd seen and things they'd heard, about how big black men were, about what they were about to witness, and they tried not to get too specifically committed to any one idea of what to expect, lest they get their hopes up.

But what they revealed exceeded all expectations.

The first black cock either girl got to lay eyes on in person was incredible. Long, fat, utterly massive as it towered over them, intimidating and dizzying. The girls moaned out happily, their jaws trembling, and both pushed forward without even needing to speak. It wasn't the first big dick they'd shared. The biggest either had seen before, sure. By a lot. But they knew how to appreciate a cock, the girlfriends happily melting in to kiss and lick all over the sides of his shaft, eyes staring up with needy delight at him while they fell into these drowning desires, into an almost obsessive need to want to give themselves up to this. There was only pleasure inside of them, the burn of slavish, sloppy desire carrying them to want to fall apart, embracing these lusts utterly, needing it with unreal desperation.

Sloppy licks and kisses up and down the length of his cock offered the girls a desperate need to keep adoring it, keep lapping along it, desperate to give in to these desires. Makoto grasped hold of the shaft, marveling, "It’s so big," while her tongue slithered along it. "I've never seen something like this before." Her hands pumped along his base, caressing down here and there to his balls while she marveled up toward him, intrigued beyond sense and needing to feel the dizzying lusts start to drive her mad.

Haru decided to skip past saying anything to just jam down his cock, sucking his head down, trying to force it into her throat and give in to these wicked desires, the lust she needed more of. Gagging him down with sloppy, devoted delirium, she felt herself needing to lose herself, giving in to this and wanting to accept the burning lusts, the dizzier need to keep her falling deeper. Haru felt like she needed to do everything she could here, tending to the delirium-inducing heat that carried across her. She was fixated and intrigued, pushing harder forward, interested almost to a fault as she got to work on tending to his dick as best she could.

He was so thick! Haru felt her throat stretch out on his shaft, and she needed to pull back quickly, gasping for air and blowing spit bubbles while Makoto licked her way up his shaft to take his cock into her mouth next. "We're going to have to learn how to suck a cock like this," sighed Haru in a dreamy, dizzy throb of just as she leaned in close, licking down his shaft while her girlfriend did the work on his head. She got toward his balls, planting kisses all over them in utter reverence, prepared to give herself in completely to an unruly joy.

Makoto took her turn at choking him down, her fingers tightening on his cock through the utterly dizzy, desperate joy of wanting to go all out. This cock did things to her that made her dizzy, made her feel a lot of things that she'd never felt before, ready to keep slurping him down and adoring his cock, melting into satisfaction and chaos too hopeless and sloppy to take. Every push of her head made Makoto feel hotter, sloppier, pleasures that didn't bring her any stability or calm.

Neither girl had seen a cock this huge. A hung, black dick to lose themselves in worshiping, so completely unlike any double blowjob they'd ever felt before. It was an amazing heat, intoxicating in the pleasure it offered. The challenge of learning around how to suck him off was incredible, keeping them hazy, dizzy, wanting to lose themselves to the obedience and burning need that felt truly obsessive, senseless in the throes of these heats, so senseless and shaky and demanding. Unreal ecstasy pushed her to need more of this, pleasures she was happy to accept, the pulsating lust of an embrace that didn't feel sensible. They were desperate for this.

"Foreigner cock is so much bigger," whined Makoto. "We're going to have so much fun this week."

"Are black men just this big normally?" asked Haru.

All he could do was smirk, giving in to the utter joy of seeing these two Japanese girls experience black dick for the first time, winding them up for the blacked hotwives they'd soon be. "I wouldn't keep you girls for a week if I didn't think I could keep you entertained all week," he boasted. Everything played right into his hands, and he held utter power now over them, able to get what he wanted out of this situation, prepared to make the most of utter insanity.

They kept sucking, revering, tending to these pleasures with less and less sense, the unrestrained joy that kept them needing more. Their adoration of his cock continued in raw, sloppy joy, the ravenous excitement to keep pursuing, indulging in the utter wrongness of pleasures and joys they didn't want to hold back from. It was all so incredible, so potent in how sloppy it was. "Getting close," he warned. "I'm going to cum all over your face, and then you can send a picture of that to the cuck."

The words made them moan. It was outrageously said, and it put into a very different context the way they'd usually do these pictures. Haru and Makoto loved sending videos to Ren when he wasn't around to see them get fucked. It was foreplay for coming home and letting him pound them senseless. But they weren’t going home tonight, and their bull had done everything he could to vocalize a certain angle of control over them that spoke to some very different priorities. He was looking to lay a claim over them. To make them melt for him. It was incredible, and it drove the girls mad, rode them up the wall with utter delight as the pleasure tore across them and they accepted how far down they were falling. With hot groans and a wild slam of his hips forward, he blasted his load all over their faces.

Hot ropes of gooey spunk splattered across the, making a grand mess of Makoto and Haru's pretty faces. There was so much cum, his loads catching them off guard from the sheer volume of what he offered them, what he made them feel. The girls were lost to it, moaning in dizzy satisfaction, letting surrender bubble across their bodies and their thoughts. They gave in completely to these erratic joys, letting him cover their faces with cum, letting the pleasure compel them into deeper joy.

Haru and Makoto both fished out their phones, needing to take pictures of this. Their jaws shook, breath heavy, drool dripping from their chins. They were ruined, spent, overjoyed by these lusts, and they knew they needed to give in to this fully. They snapped some pictures of themselves, together and solo, before both going for the real picture: one where they both went cheek to cheek with the still-rigid monster of a black cock, letting Ren get a nice view of just how hung a bull was here to fuck his girls. Amazing desire surged through them as they took it, as they realized what they were doing, and realized they liked it that way.

"Can we get back to the hotel now that you can fuck us?" asked Haru.

"I'm not waiting," said the bull, grabbing the buxom heiress and pulling her up pushing her against the wall with a rough shove meant to spike up a cute response from her. Haru found herself shoved in tight, her skirt coming up and his hand getting in under her tights, down into her panties. "I'll take it right here. I'm going to black you."

The touch and the word 'black' made her moan out harder. "Black me," she moaned. It just spilled from her lips. Haru couldn't really deal with the weird weight of these lusts, pleasures she tried to make sense of while falling into hotter, deeper frenzy. Haru reached down, pulling her tights down, pressing back against herself, while Makoto grabbed hold of his cock, guiding the black dick up to her girlfriend's entrance. Makoto was happy to help her along without a word, letting the moment be Haru's. She guided him up against her entrance, and with a confident push, he began to fill the heiress up with black cock.

A fluttering moan rang from Haru's lips as she took the biggest penetration of her life, jaw trembling through the wild surrender and excitement of being filled, lost to the trembling desire and lust of needing to just give herself in to all of this. "So much cock," she whined, bracing against the wall for stability while his strokes started in earnest. Deep, long strokes that let her feel his length, let her deal with the sensation of it sliding along back and forth, making a mess of Haru with just how much he had to work at. The pleasure was direct, cutting to the core of something rabid and needy inside of Haru, something that called for her to want to lose herself. She loved the feeling of it, and she craved more.

Pumping greedily along to wear Haru down and keep her lost to the drunken ecstasy behind these lusts, the bull did his part, letting his hips get reckless in the way they pounded forward. His thoughts were set only on the shameless, vulgar use of Haru's body for his own pleasure. The shameless thrusts were a reckless burn of pure excitement, sensation and momentum all driving him forward, his body caught up in the shameless use of Haru's body. He got a hand up her sweater, pawing at her breasts while he pounded into her. "Can't wait to feel them wrap around my cock," he groaned.

"I hope they're big enough," whined Haru, her body tightening up hotter through the joy upon her. "This feels like so much cock for me to have to use my breasts on."

"We'll make it fit," he groaned, hammering on steadily into her. The power he carried was direct, efficient. Rough not as escalation but as a standard; this was just how he fucked, proving so much more intense than the typical Japanese man they fucked. Intense, forceful, wielding his huge cock effectively to melt her down. His hands were all over her, fondling her tits and gripping her waist, using them for leverage while his whole body moved, the weight of his whole form coming crashing madly down onto Haru with the intention of melting her into sweet delirium.

"Black cock is amazing," Haru gasped, grabbing Makoto's arm tightly. "So big. So good."

"I can tell," Makoto said. The arm Haru held slid down into her pants, and she felt herself burning with incredible need, an arousal growing sloppier and hungrier by the second. There was no escaping it. The pleasures all felt so outrageous, forceful and sloppy in how they demanded she gave in, torn asunder by pleasures and excitements that felt truly beyond sense. "I can't wait for my turn. You look so hot getting fucked right now."

"Kiss," the bull groaned. They did so happily, still girlfriends of one another as much as of Ren. They loved seeing each other get fucked, too, and they continued to sink into the molten bliss of gooey desires truly beyond reason. His thrusts grew harder while he watched the girls kiss, appreciating just how hard he could drill into Haru, and knowing Makoto was going to be just as receptive, just as open. He loved it, pounding on harder forward. "I'm used to picking up girls for my vacations, but never two who are so good around each other. That cuck's really lucky."

As far as Haru was concerned, all of the luck was hers. her body surrendered in shivering delight to the joy of hard slams into her tight cunt, and she accepted being pumped to the brim with cum as she howled out through her orgasm, head rolling back as maybe the best climax a strange man fucked her to in an alley surged across her. It was life-changing her pussy remaining snugly down around his cock while she shook through these needy aches. There was nothing but pleasure to be given in to here, the desperate and ravenous sweep of every lust she craved all surging across her. Hot shots of gooey seed filled her to the brim, drove Haru up the wall with need and hunger, desire leaving her completely lost to the bliss of how far she had fallen.

Fingers jammed into Makoto's mouth before she could even say she was next. The bull grabbed hold of her and pushed her up against the wall. Makoto nodded, her eyes widening, hands reaching for her pants and pushing them down, while he shifted his way on top of her, greedily lining himself up to get to work at utterly fucking using her. He slammed into her, getting hard to work at the relentless obsession and greed to keep indulging in. Deep strokes trying to fuck her brains out that let Makoto feel everything Haru felt.

Full, first and foremost. Full of hard, throbbing, black dick that got to work at drilling so madly into her and making her melt in sweet devotion. There was no way to contain these pleasures, her moans ringing out dizzily around the fingers that she obediently sucked on, letting the dizzying devotion get the better of her, letting obsessive lust carry her to just lose all fucking control. Everything Makoto had just watched be done to her girlfriend now bore down madly upon her, and she was happy to take it, riding out the obsession and chaos of these lusts, finding it impossible to contain herself or control her thoughts now.

"Feews sho goob," she moaned around the fingers, staring up into his eyes as she let herself go, the most hopeless fuck-me expression she'd ever flashed a man she didn't know. And she adamantly did not know this man, no matter how many inches of him were inside of her. Strung out on the cock recklessly claiming her pussy, Makoto felt better and better about being taken by every stroke he laid into her with. It was truly remarkable, the dizzying fascination of needing to get taken down deep. Her legs shook as she received the attentions, one of her legs pulled up and to the side for a better angle, trying to fit his portly body in and find the right way to fuck the tight hole begging for this attention.

Her hips lifted off the wall a little bit to help, and as he pulled the fingers out, smearing her drool across her cheek, Makoto grew even bolder and more vocal in her wild crash into this pleasure. She was committed completely now to anything she could get, the dizzying need tearing across her body, keeping her reedy to fall to pieces, loving every hazy, needy second of these lusts now. "There's so much cock, I can't believe it all fits," she gasped, staring down at the thrusts into her pussy, the intense and insistent force of pleasures pushing her along, keeping up the almost deranged pleasures behind all of this. Unrelenting thrusts carried him on, the indulgence of keeping these pleasures up.

"It always fits," he said. He said it with the confidence of a man who had blacked lots of girls, and they wondered how many of them were in relationships. They wondered how many were in relationships even half as open as theirs, a thought that only turned them on harder. The energy he exuded, the enthralling confidence and the sexual certainty he wielded, left them so drunk on his presence, intoxicated by the desire of ideas that felt truly potent. Now, it was Makoto's chance to feel and learn about, giving in to these ever-stranger lusts, the indulging need and pleasure of what she was powerless to resist now. With every push forward, he drove so much cock into her, made her melt down in hazier joy. She was ready to give in, losing herself completely and wanting to completely lose herself.

Makoto burned hotter and happier. "I've never taken a cock this deep before. Is this what.... is this what taking BBC feels like?'

"Every time." He palmed her breasts recklessly, loving the way she shivered through this. Of course he had plenty of reasons to try and sell that idea to her. Makoto understood that. But she knew what she felt and all of her interracial curiosities finally being sated left her excited to believe in blindly, just taking it upon herself as truth and as pleasure. As something to continue pressing against while her thoughts fell to pieces and she accepted the utter bliss of giving up to all of this. Makoto was ready to accept every word of it.

His thrusts picked up harder, Makoto flush to the wall once more, ass squished down against the cold building's side while she took every inch of him into her, let his big, black cock teach her pussy about what counted as big. It was amazing, leaving her drowning in delirium and want, lustful to the point of breaking down in the name now of how deep she gave up to all of it. There felt like no other hope. No other point. The pleasure kept her needing more, embracing everything about the pleasures that demanded she give everything to it. She was ready for this, and only the creampie remained.

With a confident grunt and one last, balls deep slam, he filled Makoto to the brim. Her climax was an outrageous burst of satisfaction, the kind of pleasure that could change a girl's life. Makoto realized it now. Understood. She was absolutely unashamed about it, and left to simply savour how deep into the ecstasies she could go. Makoto knew she was ready for more of this as fast as she could get it, melting into the dizzying, delirious devotion of this all.

"What next?" Haru asked.

"More sex," Makoto hoped. She wasn't far off.

"Next we get back to my hotel room."
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"Harder, harder! Own my ass!" gasped Makoto, face-down and ass-up in a hotel room bed trying its best to survive through the relentless fucking going on right on top of it. Makoto was a cross-eyed wreck as she took her turn at getting her ass fucked by BBC, a sensation that left her gibbering in utter desperation, an almost mad pleasure that she struggled to deal with amid every noisy slap of her body.

"First thing I noticed about either of you was this ass," he said, giving it a hard, confident smack while he continued on at these pleasures. He didn't hold back the persistence of thrusts wearing aggressively down at Makoto's focus. "I didn't want to wait to fuck it."

Makoto clutched at the sheets, happy to be taken so hard, happy to give in to the sloppy joy of completely losing all restraint and sense. Uncontrollable flares of lust carried her on happily, slamming her hips down to meet the deep, rough thrusts from behind. The bounce of her cheeks and every noisy impact that inspired them felt so much more dramatic than normal, a good, deep pounding from a huge cock, and Makoto was learning just how much she could fit into her back hole. The low position was the only one she could muster while taking the pleasures on this fucking hard, struggling to deal with the overbearing thrill of giving up. She needed this so badly, and she felt herself happy to embrace it.

Haru came back into the hotel room and made a beeline for the shower, everyone exchanging a greeting in the midst of the hard sex going on on the bed. Makoto was keeping him busy while Haru cleaned up, and then Makoto would get in the shower and Haru would keep him busy. The huge, inexhaustible cock they were faced with seemed like it was going to keep firing off loads all night, what was certainly a nice thought, but neither girl was prepared to find out what that actually entailed, more and more confused by the second about what they were starting to inch toward.

For the time being, though, this felt so fucking good that Makoto decided she just had to take it in stride. Everything about how hard he fucked her was meant to unravel her, and he did indeed make Makoto melt into these outrageous pleasures, finding it impossible to think straight while she succumbed to these ideas. There was a lot of burning want to have to seek out here, the indulgence that drove her up the wall with hunger. Makoto's greed was intense, the overbearing satisfactions she needed more of. Slamming back against his thrusts and embracing these wicked lusts made her feel everything she could have asked for. The incredible pleasure tore across her with shuddering, throbbing delight. Pure desire that wore down at her, that made her thoughts fall beautifully, hazily apart.

Makoto came hard, writhing in sweet delight under these heated, hopeless joys, the lustful want she could give in to fully. Unrestrained pleasure swept across her hotter, happier, wanting to lose herself to the satisfaction of giving up. Her head rolled back, ass squeezing around the huge dick she was drunkenly committed to giving up to. He gave her what she wanted, slamming forward to flood her full of cum, to make Makoto call out in writhing, wild joy as he rammed forward, pinning her down to the bed and flooding her ass with cum. Her legs trembled, kicking back into the air a little bit as the full brunt of these pleasures came bearing down upon her.

"Yeah, this ass is one of the best I've ever fucked," he groaned, grabbing her hips and yanking back on them, dragging her off of the bed. Makoto went with a wild shriek as he pulled her so effortlessly around. His fat frame betrayed jut how strong he was; Makoto was certain his day job must have been something really physical, but she had no idea what it was; he continued to play cagey about any information about himself, leaving her to speculate and to surrender deeper to all of his mystique. It was part of his charm, in some fucked up way, and Makoto just had to accept that as he lined himself up and drove himself back into her ass again.

Now hanging off the edge of the bed, Makoto took on the deep, mad slams with a shaky, earnest desire to give in. There wasn't anything sensible to do here but give in to it, shuddering under the weight of dizzy embarrassment. "My legs aren't working right now," Makoto noted while they hung limp over the edge of the bed, dragged along the floor from the motion of her body being worked back and forth.

"That's fine, you don't need 'em," he told her, giving her as a hard smack for good measure, keeping Makoto utterly powerless under his touch, too enthralled by the desires he trapped her under for her to have a prayer of pushing off of him. Everything he did to her continued to undermine her focus, asserting the sharp dominance over her that Makoto was coming to adore. He leaned over her, letting the deep, hard slams rattle her thoughts and wear down at her focus, forcing Makoto to surrender to his cock and every wicked shove he offered her. "I'll carry you around and fuck you all over this hotel room."

"So dominant," she whined, never having gotten this worked up by a man being in charge so much before. Makoto decided to shut her brain off and just accept the wild pleasures in full, abandoning nay pretense of restraint or calm to give up to the erratic lust upon her. "Keep going. Keep using me." Her voice rose hotter, the unwinding, unraveling relief making her feel better and hotter, lost to a kind of pleasure too messy to be able to resist. Makoto wanted to submit to it in thorough obedience, to stop thinking for a week and let this pleasure rip her asunder.

Relentless slams kept up their mad attention on Makoto, forcing her to wail and thrash about in unraveling heat, loving her rapid decline into chaos and confusion, needy almost to the breaking point under this intensity now. She loved every second of how hard she fell, and each thrust so deep into her guts left her shuddering around in pure desire, the devoted heat of wanting to give in fully. There was a beautifully hungry lust behind these desires, and Makoto wanted all of it, finding the strength to shove back against his thrusts and show some effort in meeting him. She wanted this so badly, refusing to slow down the erratic, desperate lust carrying her along.

Makoto didn't have any option but to unravel again, cumming hard and howling out in sweet delight, surrendering to the clumsy fever and the embarrassing chaos of just giving up to this. She needed it, and she needed to lose herself, happily moaning through the erratic lust and the throbbing desire she was powerless to resist now. This was worth everything to Makoto, the right way to give in and fall apart, unraveling in gleeful ecstasy, surrendering herself to it. "Cum in me again!" she howled, her head rolling back with a sweet embrace of this lust, collapsing under the burning ecstasy and indulgence she needed now above all else. It felt like precisely the plunge into erratic, hungry need that she needed, proving to be everything to Makoto now.

With a good, deep slam forward, her black bull pumped another load into her ass, pinning her to the mattress again, his insistence and his dominance not wearing thin on her at all. Makoto was enraptured once more, focused happily on the hazy joy of giving in to this, letting him completely own her, and feeling good about doing it. Makoto writhe over the edge of the bed, a smile spread wide across her face and all gooey satisfaction leaving her atop a cushion of clouds.

As he pulled out of Makoto, Haru emerged from the bathroom, hair wet still as she stepped forward, completely naked. "Okay Makoto, you can rest and wash up now." She inserted herself into the fun again, sliding forward and getting up flush against the bull, going for a kiss while she grasped at his cock. "It's my turn with him." Happy and dizzy as she pressed in to his body, she was eager to ask, "What can I do to make you feel good?"

Rather than tell her, he pushed Haru down onto the bed and climbed up on top of her, straddling her chest and getting his cock nice and snug in between her plush tits. "Open your mouth," he told her, and as he slid his cock into her cleavage, he pushed happily forward, his cock easily overcoming her plump breasts and pushing up further to press against her lips.

Haru moaned happily. "I don't need them to be big enough to tame a black cock, I just need to serve it," she moaned, understanding now as she put her chest to work like never before. Haru loved giving titfucks, but never had she dealt with a cock that her breasts couldn't fully handle. If they didn't consume the dick outright, it was close. This had her licking at the cock head rubbing against her lips while he thrust into her cleavage, leaving her stunned and overjoyed to be melting into this, loving every second now of pleasures she was going to need to succumb to utterly. "I can learn."

"Yeah, you can," he told her, watching the cute heiress tend to his cock while he loomed on top of her, straddling her midsection and focusing his thrusts on using her with direct, intent insistence, pushing on with a careless, reckless delight that knew no sense. He wanted to go all out on this, wanted to adore everything about this pleasure. "Tits like this are made to handle cocks like these, got it?"

"I get it," she whined. "Big, black cocks. That's what my breasts need." Licks and kisses adored his cock in earnest, letting herself melt into the sweet delight of going all out. She watched out the corner of her eye as a bow-legged Makoto stumbled off to the shower, and seeing her girlfriend clearly needing a break made her even happier to be spending this time with him and take the weight of this off of her. Sloppy obedience and an almost obsessive hunger carried her to really need this, letting every second of indulgence carry her forward, losing herself to the needy pressures heavy upon her. Excess proved clumsier, dizzier, too hot to be able to resist.

She wasn't even getting fucked! It didn't matter. Haru felt incredible, and she worked her plush tits along his cock, tending lovingly, getting her mouth open to suck his cock deep into her mouth and just turn the whole thing into a reckless expression of pure devotion now. Desire kept her lit up, carried step by step toward maddening ecstasies and wants that felt hotter by the second. She couldn't wait to get his dick properly inside of her, and focused for the moment on just making him feel good, throwing on all the devotion and the passion she could muster, allowing her thoughts to slide into deeper, undermined delight, into a lust electrifying and demanding in its heat now.

Tending to his cock brought him all the pleasure he wanted so much, every deserved expression of gooey, throbbing delight that saw him erupting all over her face, giving Haru something to appreciate as she took on the heavy flood of gooey spunk with a smile spread across her face. He made a mess of her, and she got to take on her first facial without Makoto around. He came so much. "Do you ever run out?" she asked, planting some lingering kisses onto his cock head as it went through its little aftershock throbs.

"Never," he told her, and yanked her up off of the bed.

Haru went in dizzy surprise, dragged up and pulled onto his cock, his hands seizing her and using every bit of the deceptive strength he held in his wide frame to start slamming her down onto his cock, powerful thrusts bouncing her upward with reckless intent. There was no holding himself back from the utter madness here, a lust pushing him to want to go all out on these lusts, making sure that with every shove of his hips, he was blowing Haru's mind. No restraint, no calm, just the unhesitating chaos of making sure that she fell to fucking pieces for him.

"Fuck, it's so big, it's so big!" she shrieked, given a wild reminder of that fact while mad slams up into her pussy sent her head spinning off into dizzy joy. Having her cunt stretched out once more by BBC brought her crashing into the realization again of just how good this week was going to feel, with her body lit up with need, desires surging across her in single-minded sweeps of obsessive lust, pushing her to want to give up to them in full. She needed this on a level that simply transcended sense, Her body was bounced by the sheer force of powerful thrusts up into her, a sensation so much further removed from sense than she knew how to handle, but she was desperate for all of it.

The drunken lust surging through Haru kept her happily moving along, every motion of her body feeding the excitements and the wants that tore across her. The bounce of her curvy body brought with it the burning excitement and satisfaction of just having to lose herself. Gravity dragged her down onto so his cock every time, pulling her down onto it to leave her feeling the incredible weight of desire and obsession that kept burning across her form. The shuddering desire that came from giving in to all of this kept her lit up, kept her craving black cock as much as she could get it, and she knew she was on the path now to finding something truly incredible.

"I love being a girl's first black man," he groaned, groping madly at her ass while holding her steady for this, the stability and passion of pleasures all melting away at her thoughts, compelling Haru deeper into ecstasy. Her legs braced against his sides, and she jerked about in maddening delight, trying to ride out the obsessive heats tearing across her, keeping up pleasure she knew she could fall deeper into, lost to the overbearing satisfaction of simply turning her thoughts off and giving him what he wanted.

"Cum in me, please cum in me!" she whined, surrendering to the desire and the lust upon her, finding it too senseless and hazy to make any sense of. With the pleasures tearing harder across her body, she wanted to accept the pleasures fully, needing it on a level too hazy and merciless to wrap her thoughts around now. Haru was committed, blinded by desire and devotion, lost to ideas that didn't make a lot of sense, but were everything that she could have asked for. Her body clung to him tightly, dizzily seeking to embrace these pleasures. There was nothing as compelling now in all the world as this absolute delight.

Happily slamming her down onto his cock and holding her in place, he gave Haru what she wanted so badly, fulfilling all of her pleas and her begging to give her what she craved. Hot, gooey cum pumping into her womb, making her howl out in bliss, thrashing against him with a certainty that this was everything she'd ever dreamt of and ever wanted. The unraveling of these lusts left Haru slumped in his arms, leaning in against him with a shivering desire, the utter bliss and surrender of what felt truly divorced from sense now. It was incredible, everything she could have hoped for sweeping across her body in a deluge of obsession and delight, lusts beyond reason to keep pushing her into the throes of satisfaction.

Makoto came out of the shower, marching over to him, pressing her naked body to his and going for a kiss. "What now?" she asked.

"Now, you two join me in the shower," he said, keeping Haru impaled on his cock as he walked her into the bathroom. With each bounce up and down on his shaft as he waddled along with her on him, she squeaked in hazy delight. "You can clean me up, I can make you both need showers again, and once that's done... Maybe a movie."

"A movie?" gasped Makoto.

"Like a date?"

"Yeah," he said. "Of course like a date. You two are mine for the week."

"We've never hate a...." Makoto's cheeks lit up.

"Say it," he said. "Say it."

"We've never had a date with a bull before." Makoto looked down nervously.

Haru was way more excited than she wanted to be. "Only with Ren."

"Only with the cuck," he corrected. It made Haru's pussy squeeze down on his dick. He didn't need to hear another word of it, getting the girls into the shower with him and getting down to the work at hand.
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The movie they went to see was of very little actual consequence or purpose; it was clear from the start that the theater was a lace for them to get dirty in more than anything, and before the knew it, both Makoto and Haru had their heads in their 'date's' lap to service his cock without hesitation, an unquestioned desire and devotion pushing them to want to make him feel good, to push along for this with less and less calm. His huge cock begged for their attention, and the girls knew to lose themselves to this sweet indulgence of sucking him off in public and leaving the movie behind.

Leaned over their seats in the relatively empty theater, they had their asses up high for their bull, letting him reach over their bodies and jam fingers into their asses, toying with them with his thick digits while they lapped at his cock. The silhouettes of their bodies could have drawn some attention, but the girls didn't care about that, letting their ravenous worship of the long, black cock they tended to play out all the same. Any one who caught could enjoy the sight of their bodies in motion. That was good enough.

This was new. The girls really hadn't ever been on a date with another man before. Only them and Ren together. They didn't 'date' the men they casually fucked. They were just little exciting little flings with guys they usually never saw again. The closest they'd ever gotten was bringing a few guys home for a gangbang with Ren. This was new. This was new and insane, and the fact he was so territorially playing the role of bull in how he used them only made it more exciting. They were turned on beyond sense, finding new dimensions to what had just been the loose sluttiness of a relationship where fun was more important than faithfulness. This was something else, and the continued indulgence of pushing for more pleasure kept them ravenous for more, giving in to the joy of servicing his cock with inexhaustible delight.

Their tongues worked more confidently along it this time. The cock shock had worn off. A little, at least. They were still amazed that he could be so big, still learning how to handle the biggest cock they'd ever sucked, but they were able to understand a bit more of these stranger pleasures, the insistent heat and the burning lust of wanting to just give in to all these feelings. They were at least more certain now that they could handle his cock, that they could push down and deepthroat it so hard, that the pleasures could compel them to keep indulging and servicing his needs. Their turns at throating him down or making out with his head all kept his cock well tended to and kept up pleasures that they were all too happy to lose themselves to now.

All while, the fingers kept probing at them. Not doing much to actively get them off, but warming them up for everything to come, for the wild delights of a pleasure much too forward now for either to handle. Haru and Makoto just melted deeper and deeper into this pleasure, leaving a marked lack of sense to all of this. They were really cheating on Ren this time. With his permission, sure, but all those other times never felt this dirty by comparison, never thrilled them in quite the same way that going on a date and sucking black dick in a movie theater now did. This was a new kind of dirty, a raw pleasure and a commotion to keep chasing, leaving them both hanging on his every response, desperate to make him feel good and to know they could lose themselves to this mess now too.

"Gonna cum," he warned, and this time, the girls had a decisive plan of action. Haru pushed down his cock, wrapping her lips around the head while Makoto went lower, kissing his balls and trying to 'warm them up'. All four hands held onto his shaft to try and stroke and milk out every drop of his load. Together, they savoured and praised this all, ready to delve into the pleasure and guiding them mess into pure ecstasy, into the sloppy obsession that they needed most. It was incredible, the sweeping satisfaction of wanting to fall to pieces, needing to embrace the senselessness behind this now. "Mm, fuck, you two are something else."

His erupting cock gushed his promised load into Haru's mouth, and the hands made sure they got out every drop from his fat shaft they could. Haru held it in her hand, holding steady through these pressures, making sure he retained all of it as she drew up from his cock and pushed toward her girlfriend. Makoto was right there to share in it, giving up to the sloppy, hazy kiss and melting into the satisfaction it offered, pleasures now much too grand to be able to resist. Restraint was distant dream. A joke. They wanted this so badly, and nothing would hold them from it. The girls shared a whisper, trying to decide who was going to fuck him first. Makoto got the privilege, and climbed out of her chair, very certain that someone would notice, but absolutely not caring about that as she got herself to work at riding her date hard.

She'd have done it if she was with Ren. Why not do it when she was with her bull?
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Ren received little snippets and pictures from his girls while they were away. They kept the updates flowing and that meant a whole lot of material to enjoy, until the third night, when they said there'd be a surprise and then otherwise left him waiting. It took until late for him to get the files. Three videos. Three videos he couldn't wait to open up, tense and shivering with excitement. He'd gotten off to plenty of videos of his girls fucking other men. But they'd always come home after. Not this time, and that drove him wild with excitement. Sitting at his computer, he loosened up his jeans, leaning back in surprise and preparing himself for everything he was about to witness.

"I bought a camera," said Haru's attached note. "Just for this."

If there were ever a reason to enjoy this, Ren fucking had it.

Haru had her hands around the base of the huge, black cock she worked at, stroking clumsily along it while her head bobbed in dramatic motions back and forth, tending to him with the utmost desperation. She'd learned now how to take him down deeper, now having the practice needed to really make something of this situation. Back and forth her head worked to tend to these pressures, embracing the chaos and all of the sloppy excitement of going all out, drool dripping from her lips and her attentions coming on stronger, stranger, desperately fixated on making sure she served as hard as she could. Her throat was ready for his cock. It had to be, if she wanted to be a good girl.

Even more drastic in her situation, Makoto was behind him, spreading his ass cheeks apart and burying her face in, letting the camera capture her head shifting around while she slobbered all over his ass hole. She was committed, desperate, shoving madly into his ass to keep devouring him, letting her eyes roll back and letting her selfless needs to make him feel good carry her further along. Makoto didn't bother to say a word, just focusing on rimming him as hard as she could, drunk on the utter insanity of letting these pleasures carry her down.

The two girlfriends labored over their bull at either end while he stood steady, his huge cock standing impressive while Haru worked to handle it, and he looked into the camera. "If I knew your girls ate ass, I would have been even pushier," he groaned. He didn't need to move much or rock around while receiving all these sloppy spectacles. He was confident in place, letting the mouths praise his cock, adoring him with the most sloppy and ravenous of delights, the pleasures that continued to push him along harder, indulging in the wilder lusts. "I really hope they do this for you too, cuck, so you're not missing out. We'll see if they still want to!" He laughed at the thought, seizing hold of Haru's head and jerking her down onto his shaft harder.

They had, but it was still insane to be directly addressed in a video like this. Ren shook in frustration, his hand on his cock while he watched Haru and Makoto tag team this fat black man, staring at how deep Haru had to take down the huge dick in front of her. Hew was enthralled by the video, enthralled by the obsessively strange desire that he wanted more of. This was a strange pleasure to embrace, but it was exactly what he craved. The girls were having a blast, and he was voyeur to their indulgence from afar, beating off and admiring the shiver of hopeless lust gradually building up inside of him, the thundering across his body that turned him on in ways he struggled to explain.

Spread out on the bed, Haru took every thrust with a wild delight, the momentum of his attentions all bearing down upon her. "Black cock is so big. It's so much!" she squealed, her breasts bouncing madly from the fever behind this, her legs spread out and her eyes dizzily focused up the bull drilling into her. 'Ren, we've never--we've been missing out. I can't believe we wanted to fuck random guys on the street, and never went black. If I'm cheating on my boyfriend, I want it to be with the best, biggest cocks imaginable, and I think we've found out which ones those are!"

Makoto leaned against the bull, making out with him while he groped her ass, and she turned toward the camera, fluttering her eyes. "A black bull really changes how it feels to fuck other men, and I hope you're getting off so hard to seeing Haru taking every inch of this fat, black cock. It's ruining her. It's ruining both of us."

The bull pulled Makoto back in for a kiss, refusing to keep her talking when she was supposed to be making out with him. His body moved harder forward, looming over Haru with all of his size making it feel threatening for him to be so intense and so forceful. The pleasure was direct, harsh, drilling with intense, throbbing desire forward, making the utter most of these desires. His focus was on making sure both girls were melting under his touch, focused on pushing them to feel the outrageous, dizzying throb of pleasure making their heads spin and making their minds shut down. Brainless, dumb pleasure. Submission to cock.

"I've never felt anything like black cock before, but it's amazing! Thanks for being such an understanding boyfriend, Ren, we're having the time of our lives!" Haru continued to twist around, fondling herself and gasping out in delirious want, letting the pleasures drive her mad with hunger. She never could have imagined feeling this good, never could have understood the idea of just needing to want to give up to this, and she felt herself unravel where she lay, awash in cravings and wants that she knew she could continue to break down under.

The bull pulled back out of Haru, and Makoto dipped down, sucking it into her mouth and moaning around it a moment, head bobbing up and down while she stared into the camera set up near the bed, wanting to make sure Ren saw her at work and met throat eye contact, before she pulled away and guided him back into Haru's pussy, now leaning over her, diving in to suck on her girlfriend's clit while the moment escalated, while every semblance of sense began to melt away from them. He was getting closer, pounding madly away, making the most of delights much too forceful now for anything to hold them back.

Bursts of noise and desire showed off Haru at the most fuck-drunk she'd ever been, smiling for the camera as the bull slammed into her and pumped her full of cum, sending her voice high up in volume and register as she came. Her voice rose and twisted around, the obsessive collapse of reason carrying Haru to prove just how lot she was. She took every drop of his cum, and as he pulled back, the heavy load he'd pumped her full of began to ooze out of her. Makoto brought the camera over so she could marvel at the close-up of Haru's leaking creampie.

"Ren, he cums so much," moaned Makoto. "Every time. Every time."

Ren nodded along, his hand pumping along his cock as the second video finished. "Wow," he groaned. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel seeing his girlfriends getting blacked, fawning over this bull like they didn't fawn over any other man but him. He didn't feel like they were being 'stolen' here. He knew they loved him still. But he was also enthralled by this, finding a lot of weird arousal in the depths of realizing how much he liked seeing his girls taking black dick. it invoked a lot of unhinged feelings inside of him, the weird derangement and clumsy, exhausting shame of knowing how hard this turned him on. This was a different kind of watching; it felt more voyeuristic, felt more like he was being pushed into the role of watcher rather than the eager boyfriend seeing his girls be sluts for him. This was all about their pleasure.

He started the final video.

"Oh, fucking myself down onto this huge, black cock feels amazing!" gasped Makoto, her hands up in the air while she rode him reverse cowgirl, her big ass bouncing wildly about to keep up a wild treat for the eyes. Makoto was thoroughly unashamed of these pleasures and of the excitements that came with them, and she wanted only to keep throwing herself into this, riding harder and greedier atop him, making sure she gave up everything to it. "Do you like fucking needy little PAAG sluts like me?"

"It's the best," he said, smacking her ass with one hand while the other pulled Haru's tits in to his face so he could suck on one of her nipples. "Especially when they record themselves for their cuck boyfriends bouncing those cheeks on my fucking lap." Another smack. He was having a blast, thriving in the chaos and fire of being in total control, wanting to make these girls give up to him in full, pushing them along without a shred of control now. He had everything he wanted, and needed only to keep applying that pressure, keep working Makoto along his cock. Powerful thrusts helped a lot there, keeping him in motion, keeping up the pressure and persistence of lusts that couldn't stop.

Makoto made sure her bounces covered a dramatic length of black cock, flaunting the wild up and down pace of pushing for these lusts, keeping up with ideas of pure indulgence and sloppy, obsessive want. "This show is for you, not for the cuck!" she gasped, throwing on a little bit of extra spiciness as she went. Yes, this was for Ren, but it felt so nice to delve into the game, to play along and indulge in the throbbing joy and heat of wanting to go deeper. Makoto was having too much fun to possibly stop, keeping up the indulgence and the pace more fiery and frenzied than she knew how to handle. It made her feel good, made everything hotter and messier, and she was prepared to seek it out, prepared to throw herself into this deep end. It made her feel better, stuffed full of dick and able to slam herself dumb onto him. It was worth everything, and she was able to make the most of it

Every grope, squeeze, and smack against her ass kept Makoto lit submissive and eager, working with all the speed she could muster to tend to his cock, losing herself to the spectacular spiral downward into ruin that kept her feeling hungry and sloppy. Lost to these heats and to the way they took hold of her, Makoto knew she was on the right path, throwing all she had into the senseless euphoria of bouncing on this dick, flaunting her ass and how well she could take such a huge dick into her cunt. It was a pleasure to keep riding out, an indulgence she threw herself all too happily into for the sake of giving up to this, and she knew she was going to make the most of every bounce on his lap.

Seizing hold of her hips and slamming her down onto his cock, he caught her off guard with the suddenness of gooey excitement, pushing on hard and rough, shamelessly seeking to make her fall to pieces. Makoto squealed, her head rolling back, everything pushing her to feel the maddening lusts that she wanted more of, embracing the pulsating heat and desire of these pleasures, something she was able to fully lose herself to. Hungrily embracing these pleasures and letting lust tear across her, Makoto was happy to feel so good, sluggishly rising up off of his lap when he was done filling her up, and letting the cum drool out of her pussy, right back into the cock.

A cock that Haru dove in to begin licking Makoto's cum off of.

"Say bye to your cuck," the bull said.

"Bye, cuck," moaned both girls.

Ren lost himself. He came hard, grunting, shivering, letting ropes of cum blast across the underside and edge of his desk as he lost control. He'd never gotten off this hard to seeing someone else fuck his girlfriends before, leaving him wildly baffled and burning with a need to just lose himself. dizzy, earnest, hungry in ways he couldn't wrap his thoughts around, but he loved it. He ached in frustration, the burning lust and shiver of desire, giving up to the excitement and to the very outrageous weight of just how badly he needed to give in. Ren felt incredible, and as he slumped back in shivering excitement, he felt like he was really only getting started on understanding what this opened up for him.

He felt good. Not aching or bruised or like his ego was ruined. He felt really, really fucking good. His cock ached, the twitching excitement of realizing that he really wanted more, and he didn't know how to handle it.

His messages dinged.

"Did that feel good?" Haru asked.

"I bet you liked that a lot," Makoto said.

It did. He did. And he felt like that fact was going to have repercussions that he wasn't as afraid of as he probably should have been. He felt too interested, too strangely committed now to the realities awaiting him, and he wanted to see what they'd do next.
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Haru's pockets were deep enough that the whole trip was a little more lavish than it would have otherwise been. Expensive lunches, shopping trips, lots of time out on the city to have fun. Lots of idle groping in the street to go with it, of course.

But the real fun came when they slipped away from the mall to fuck in a bathroom stall. Haru was taking a phone call outside the bathroom, while Makoto was in a stall with him, sitting on his lap and slamming herself greedily down onto his cock, hammering along with maddening excitement.

"So good," she moaned, grabbing at his body, making out with him in dizzy satisfaction while she took his cock down, delving into the ever-sloppier joy of being fucked around the clock by such a huge dick. They'd gone almost three hours without fucking while they wandered the mall; it felt like she was going through mild withdrawals from the frustration behind that, now having to keep up the insistence and the hazy chaos of bouncing atop him, riding his lap to get what she wanted, moaning harder through these attentions and through the delight that came from continuing to give herself up to all of this. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm so horny just being around you."

"Yeah, I can tell." Groping her ass and tugging at her hair while he pulled her into his kisses, he was absolutely reckless on the frontier of taking charge. Makoto's confidence in bouncing on his cock had only become more dramatic as the days went on. He was happy to keep up the pressure, keep bouncing her on his lap without hesitation. He didn't need to do anything to guide Makoto now. She did all that work herself, hammering madly atop his lap, proving herself with each slam down to be committed and hazy, losing herself to pleasures she was unapologetic about pushing for more and more of. It was incredible, the pleasures much too brilliant and sloppy to deal with now.

The pleasure was outrageous, and Makoto knew to keep riding it, taking him down harder, hotter, embracing sloppy fanaticism with every motion of her body. Makoto was desperate to keep riding, to keep bouncing atop him and making the most of these pleasures, tending to everything sweeping across her. She felt the sweet sweep of confidence that came from being in control of this mess, taking charge herself to ride hard and fast atop his cock, throwing all sense away in the name of getting the dick she needed. Makoto let the ravenous lust sweep across her, let the burning desire carry her further and further into weird joy, and she felt powerless against the allure that begged her down deeper. This was outrageous, a commitment to pleasure and hunger that kept her feel good, and kept her hooked on this.

Capping it off with another creampie only made it better. Makoto melted against his kisses, against the press of his tongue jamming into her mouth, against the utter satisfaction that came from abandoning sense to get off as hard as she could have ever imagined. The pleasure kept her hungry, set in her ways and melting under the possibilities. Hesitation had already long since been shut out, and the steady flow of unprotected loads filling her up kept Makoto feeling amazing as she writhed up against him, unable to stop kissing him and lingering atop him. She felt too good to contain, a burn of desire and hunger keeping her trapped in a hungry, hazy place. It felt too good to fathom.

But they did finally step away, and as they went to wash up, Haru into the bathroom, tucking her phone away. "I'm back now!" he said. "Just telling Ren what we're up to."

Mentioning Ren, especially by name, was something Haru knew was going to get her into some trouble, and indeed, the bull responded by seizing her arm and dragging her over to him, jamming his tongue into her mouth before he bent her over the sink counter. "Makoto, record this to send to the cuck," he said. His cock came back out, Haru's skirt came up, and he sank his cock into the curvy girl, yanking her arms behind her back to fuck her prison guard style while drilling harder and madder forward, the pleasures to seek harder, desperate to tend to these pleasures, something ferociously senseless and forward, driven by the singular need to wear her completely fucking down.

"Mm, I love my boyfriend, but this big, black cock fucking me is so amazing," whined Haru. She milked this moment for everything she craved, melting into this sloppy chaos, hazy and relentless in the delights she could give in to, seeking the pleasure in its maddest, sloppiest form. Haru got just what she wanted here, the pleasures too insistent and too chaotic to resist, all in the name of embracing the hunger and the haze she was happy to lose herself to. This all felt so crazy, the outrageous, sloppy desire and heat carrying her to want to give up to this mess now, falling hotter into the pleasure and the utter mania of losing control. Bent over the counter, she was able to stare at herself in the mirror.

"Put that smile on for your cuck," said Makoto, who abruptly video called Ren and let the first thing he see be the sight of Haru getting fucked senseless. "Hey cuckie! Haru said she got off the phone with you, and I don't think she really mentioned what we've been up to, or that I was riding his cock while you spoke. But we're always taking this big, black cock this week. You can just assume we are."

Ren was put on mute specifically so they didn't hear him. Playfully shutting him out just to make the moment dig in a little nastier, a grinding pressure that kept everything hotter and fiercer, keeping Ren in a very specific place. All in good fun, but she was happy to drive him mad, ruthlessly tending to the heat of pushing for this moment, the throbbing heat and the chaos to keep chasing, the insistence of making this all work out. Haru's moans echoed all around the bathroom, even louder and sloppier than Makoto's, and freer to ring out and bounce around. But it came amid the sound of their bodies crashing together, of Haru with her arms yanked back, taking slam after slam into her tight pussy, the squeals of deranged satisfaction carrying her to keep wanting more.

"I know I said I miss you, Ren, but I'm loving being away!" Haru moaned. She and Makoto were digging in deeper, playing along with their bull's intentions. Ren had intimated how much he was enjoying the utter callousness of it, and that had them wanting more of, delving into these satisfactions, keeping the pleasure fierce and sloppy, a forceful delight to keep giving up to, indulging without sense and finding it harder to contain the outrageous delight tearing across them. "When the vacation is over.... Ren, I think from now on, the only guys I want to cheat on you with are going to be foreigners. I love you, and we'll always have sex, but you're the only non-black man who's allowed to touch me now!"

"Yeah, there we go," the bull said. "You're so crazy for black cock that you're never going back. Never seen such loyal girls to a cuck before. It's really beautiful. Not gonna stop me from knocking you both up."

Those words pushed Haru over the top at the thought of it, a realization so intense it made Makoto's thighs pressed together too, the girls surrendering to the sweep of desire and a maddening lust that hit them both head-on. It wasn't something they could do anything about, melting into this panic and finding it impossible now to contain these feelings. They felt incredible, surrendering to the cloying, clumsy glee of losing themselves, and it was all a fiercer pleasure to need more and more of. Haru's head rolled back, and she let the escalation follow.

"Breed me!" she squealed, and the bull was all too happy to give her what she wanted, slamming forward and pumping her full of cum, sending her over the edge with a beautifully reckless lust, the excitement too sloppy and senseless for Haru to do anything but surrender fully. Her body shook in wild satisfaction, the shiver and the obsession of pleasures that left her a bit ragged and completely lost to the joy upon her. It felt too good to be able to wrap her focus around, the insistence and the shameful joy of taking his load in deep, shivering through the almost bragging joy that had her completely losing her mind.

The bull pulled out, and Makoto happily zoomed in on the sight of cum once more dripping out of Haru. "I hope you're prepared to deal with the risk we get pregnant," Makoto said, happy to marvel at the mess being made, the leaking, dripping, gooey wreck that he'd left Haru in a state of, knowing her own panties were drenched in cum, too. "He's been cumming raw in us this whole time."

"I'm sure he does," moaned Haru. "You love us so much, Ren. We miss you!" It was bait again; Haru was turned around and the bull's cock rammed down her throat. But it kept things light as Makoto ended the video call. They hoped they weren't being too hard on him, just having so much fun in the throes of this that they didn't know how to hold back, they loved every second of this black bull using them, loved throwing around their aggressive dirty talk, and loved escalating the openness of their relationship in new avenues. They just hope Ren was serious when he said he liked it as much as they did.

Because their week wasn’t over yet.

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Ren's phone buzzed with another video from his girlfriends, and he felt himself tighten up under the rawness and embarrassment of this, something that absolutely nothing prepared him for. Every time he got something from Makoto or Haru he felt like he was losing his mind a little bit. It was always so much, always an insane escalation on top of what he'd already seen, and it was starting to impact him. He had more spank material than he had time to spank it, and all of the videos of his girlfriends taking the bull’s big black cock had him absolutely in a spiral. Not one he wanted to stop, but one that had him impatiently stuck in a place of watching his girlfriends getting blacked every free moment he had

This new video was something else, though. From the way the phone wavered, Ren could tell whatever blurry footage he was looking at wasn't taken by either of his girlfriends. Which wasn't too unexpected; the bull was the 'cameramen' for plenty of videos from their phones. But as the blur came into focus, Ren realized just what he was looking at, and he almost dropped his phone in the process.

"Decided I wasn't gonna ask your permission about selling these girls' holes for some extra cash to a few of my brothers. They're my girls for the week, after all."

Haru lay on a hotel bed with one black man reaming her cunt, and another fucking her plush tits. The buxom brunette moaned her way through sloppy delight, clutching at the muscular stud riding her chest and moaning, "How good are my boobs? I've loved giving titfucks so much more since I got blacked, it's so... Mm, keep going!" She was encouraging, sweet, a bit dizzy as she lost her fucking mind to this satisfaction, but the pleasure kept her drunk on this satisfaction, spiraling into deeper ecstasy and an unrelenting sort of madness as she gave up to it. She wanted it all so fucking badly, and the pleasure continued to sweep across her in burning satisfaction, igniting the most reckless of feelings, a desire and an excitement that knew absolutely no depths. "Just don't tell my boyfriend I'm getting double teamed like this. He doesn't know the guy he's letting me cheat with is selling my tits!"

In a similarly scandalous position, Makoto was bent forward over beside the bed, shoving her big ass back against one black man's lap while gorging herself on the cock of another. Almost obnoxious in how noisy she got and how ruthless she was in seeking it, she threw everything she had into the madness of submission, a chance to lose herself with uncontrollable fire to the inevitable and the brilliant. She didn't have any time to speak, too busy gagging down the big cock she had to tend to. Her head bobbed along in a frantic and sloppy expression of utter obsession, the panicked bliss that came from throwing herself hard into this and letting all sense melt away. Makoto rammed forward in stubborn and aggressive delight, indulging in the almost forceful bliss guiding her down. She couldn't contain it all, throwing herself deeper into the confusion and the drastic pleasure awaiting her.

Ren watched in awe at the way that new black men double-teamed his girlfriends. The bull had pimped them out! Even Ren never collected on anything, but here, before his eyes, four black guys had been called in and apparently put money down on the chance to fuck Haru and Makoto. It was everything about Ren happily letting his girls fuck other men twisted into the most perverse and yet most fascinating sort of situation, a pleasure that had him losing his absolute fucking mind with awe at the way this was going on.

His hand went right to his pants, legs shivering, burning embarrassment leaving him in a state of absolute frustration as he jerked off to this. He wanted to be helpless and confused, but he knew what he was doing, knew his reaction and how it was already happening, and he felt himself plunged into something utterly mad as he watched it play out, beating off and letting himself be stunned by the disrespect. It was a new level of craziness, these men who had no permission from Ren, but permission from the bull. Territorial. And Ren lost. Ren lost in the fight for territory, too engrossed in seeing his girlfriends taking black dick to even think about complaining now about what he was looking at. He couldn't help himself.

Haru's moans and Makoto's gluks drove him wild, but it was the bull's explanation over all of it that really clinched this for Ren. "Wasn't hard to find some guys who wanted a piece of these juicy little Japanese sluts. I know lots of guys from back home who come to Japan looking for action exactly like this, and they're happy to pay. Maybe since you enjoy being such a cuck, you can think about that in the future."

There was no way Ren would whore out his girlfriends, but to know they had been, to know another man had done it and he was just stuck holding his dick, powerless, in the face of it, was fascinating. He felt everything rain down on him, the potent satisfaction of needing to keep stroking his cock, groaning his way through the bucking and heaving obsession of what took him. Ren had never felt better, never felt hungrier, and he wanted to lose himself to the burning ecstasy of what he needed most. He wasn't even 'letting' the bull do this to his girlfriends. He had lost all power now, and for a guy who was used to seeing men rial his girlfriend, it was something else entirely when these big, black cocks fucked his girlfriends' holes like they wanted to get their money's worth. It fascinated him, broke him down in a fit of pure lust and satisfaction.

The harder he stroked his cock and the more he moaned, the deeper Ren fell into what he knew was absolutely not good for him, but he couldn’t control himself. He kept stroking, harder and needier, faster while he watched the quickening thrusts rail both girls. He was fascinated, enthralled by how hard they fucked, how big their cocks were, by the contrast of dark skin against their bodies. It all held his attention too tightly, captivating Ren and inviting his gradual downfall, his hand working faster along his cock and his body shuddering into a fit of wild satisfaction while he beheld the utter wrongness guiding him in. It felt too good, and he was losing so much to the unfocused haze of lust it offered him. Every second passed him by with an increasingly drastic and frustrating need to lose himself, and he didn't have it in him to contain these unreasonable feelings. He was just giving in too deep.

Pulled down to her knees, Makoto took slaps from both men's cocks as she whined and cooed. "Cover me," Makoto whined, head rolled back, drool dripping from her chin, red eyes holding a crazed look. "Black cocks are... Mm, fuck, show me all the cum in those heavy balls. I'll worship them after they cover me." She was delirious, sloppy, awash in the kinds of pleasure that could dull out her thoughts and drive her to lose her mind. It felt too fucking good for sense, an unreasonable sweep of lust and excitement she was ready to commit to losing herself to. Makoto's hazy and overwhelmed noises spilled out in sloppier, all-consuming bursts of desire, a delight and a lust that swept over her body and made her fall completely to pieces, loving every second of the hot ropes “of messy jizz making such a grand mess of her. She took the double facials in stride, mouth watering with need so hard that she dove herself right in to work at sucking on their balls, just as promised.

Haru had been rolled over, heavy breasts swaying over the lap of the black stud who groped and grabbed at them, holding them in tight together so he could hammer up her cleavage and ruthlessly claim the wild pleasure and satisfaction to pursue hardest. She got railed hard over his lap, and the titfuck gained a frantic pace, made all the sloppier by Haru melting into the fever of licking all over the man's chest. "Black cock," she whined, falling into a frustration of deeper hunger and confusion of having to contend with these pleasures, deeper confusion that she felt herself losing focus under. It was all a bit too much, pleasure hotter and greedier, wild under the exhausting lust of deeper need. It made her feel so good, the shivering madness and ecstasy of what pushed her to the breaking point.

Ren beat off even harder, watching both his girlfriends in frame, lost to interracial ecstasy. His hand could not stop moving with frantic strokes along his cock, fishing for indulgence and satisfaction in the throes of his overwhelmed and overly needy plunge into excitement. He felt too confused to make sense of it, lost to the mess of madness and passion that brought him to lose all control now. He was in too deep over his head, struggling through the utter rawness of deeper excitement. He was fascinated, unable to stop beating off, growing hungrier and more frantic while these feelings all guided him down. He was in way over his head, finding it impossible to contain the throbbing pleasures taking him deeper, a strange and fanatical excitement to keep giving himself up to. It felt too good, like he was opening himself up to an increasingly frantic and overbearing sort of pleasure.

"So good," he groaned, finding it impossible to contain himself. He stroked faster in a fit of wild urgency, so close to cumming while he watched his girlfriends fall to pieces. They were having so much fun. So much fun without him, specifically, which didn't do anything to scare him like it should have. Ren wasn't sure how he was supposed to emotionally recover when the girls got back, but he knew he was deep into a mess that he couldn’t come out of, frantic and hungry and throbbing through pure desperation while he beheld the sheer scope of lust and insanity taking him deep now. He wanted more of it, fascinated beyond sense and captivated to a degree that left him stunned by how hard he was falling.

Makoto kept up her promise, hands wrapped around two girthy, black cocks that she lifted up and stroked with mad desire. Her mouth was all over the heavy balls begging for her attention, and she sank into the hotter fascination of what she needed, eyes crossed while she rubbed her face up against the meaty shafts, letting her tongue do the work on their heavy sacs to keep raising them without any real focus or control. She was awash in the sorts of fascination that stopped making sense in full, captivating her with the sheer downfall of her own dignity that this invited her into. Her cross-eyed ball worship and the completely unhinged desire within her made for a grand show of pure delirium, a gleeful detachment from anything resembling sense or goodness, all for the sake of a hotter spiral down.

Haru took her rutting, squealing in pure pleasure as the eruption of cum into her needy cunt sent her into thrashing joy, taking a load on her tits to add on to the chaos and commotion with a grand burst of joy. Haru felt incredible, the lust taking her down into pure obsession and delirium, a cloying spectacle of greed and lust and joy that made her feel so good and so gooey. she loved everything about being taken this deep and was left simply needing to melt down into greater debauchery and relax into unraveling joy. "Cum in me! Cum all over me! I'm such a slut for interracial sex." Her wails were brilliant and sunny and overwhelmed, and she let every drop be something to savour while she rubbed her cummy tits all over the cock she was sure to suck clean after her mess was made.

It was at those sights that Ren lost himself. He hollered out in pure bliss as he came, legs kicking about and his body shuddering through the utter satisfaction and delight of giving in completely. He came all over his lap, shaken by the sheer weight of what he'd just seen and how utterly baffling all of this was. His girls were being given to other men without his permission, even sold off for money. Prostituted. And he liked it. He liked that the bull did the things he thought were too over the line and then made him have to watch.

"I don't need the money," the bull said, still holding the phone, "but I'll use it to take your girls out somewhere nice tonight."
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Sae had grown concerned about the long-term absence of her sister the past few days. At least, she had been when she stopped by Leblanc, expecting her to be with Ren, only for Ren to be wiping down tables and saying she was staying 'with friends' for a few days. That put Sae on alert, and led to her bombing her sister's phone with a plethora of panicked calls and problems, concerns that raised big alarms while she paced around in a panic, furious with her sister and wanting to know why she'd said she would be with Ren. Because that was what she'd heard, only for Ren to seem embarrassed to even be talking about it.

After an hour of searching, traveling, and piercing past all of excuses, Sae's fat ass was high up in the air while the spade tattoo on her cheek jiggled for her stunned sister to watch.

"I'm so glad you're finally cucking that little runt with a real man, like this black stud!" Sae railed, taking the bull’s cock up her ass in a wild fit of throbbing fascination, the mad pleasure of losing herself to this lust, burning up with unreal desire and accepting the sweet bliss she needed most. Back and forth her body jerked in a fit of unrestrained obsession, awash in need and heat that all built up with unreal delight across her body. Sae took the bull's cock right up her ass without trouble or concern, flaunting her ability to handle his hard, deep poundings like a fucking champ. Sae seemed utterly capable, almost frighteningly ready to handle his dick and to prove herself, heaving about in thrashing ecstasy and moaning loud through the sweeping joy that hit her, like she was out to really sink into this and prove herself on a scale that seemed more than a little bit crazy.

Makoto lingered by the bed, rendered speechless by her sister's interracial indulgences and the howling delight ripping across her. She watched her sister taking this fucking like a pro, watched the spade on her ass without any real idea how to feel about what she was looking at. It invoked a mess of confusing emotions inside of her, things that Makoto wasn't ready to feel, but which were a burning mess all bearing down on her with vicious, burning attention, a throbbing glee meant to unravel her focus and rip her apart.

"I didn't know your sister was a ricebunny," groaned the bull. "Surprised it didn't rub off on you."

"I've tried to keep my family life and my love life separate, but that's over the second that I have your cum in my ass. Makoto, I have always fantasized about holding you down and making you choke on a black man's cock until you learned how good BBC is. I will be doing that once I've cummed." She was insistent, stormy, ruthlessly hammering back with a single-minded and obsessive need to keep fucking, showing off a downright fearsome insistence that made Makoto shudder in wilder panic, the throbbing worry that she was doomed to have to succumb to. Sae's hips crashed back against Makoto's bull, proving with every motion she threw back with that she was committed utterly to losing herself to. It felt so good to have her ass stretched with BBC on a day where she hadn't been expecting it at all.

Fucking her sister's bull was a bit much, sure. Over the line, maybe, but she didn't care. She spouted all the vulgarity and the filth she could, moaning on and on, "Cheating on Ren with black studs is right. It's the only adultery I condone. Keep cucking him; he looked so broken and embarrassed when I went to look for you at the cafe. Finally, you're doing what you're supposed to do. Get a spade tattooed on that fat ass and mark yourself as the queen of spades you are; I'll even pay for the session if you want it." She was harsh, snarling her way through the vigorous delight of her intense and hateful screed, pleasures all building out of control, reckless and fascinating in how they built up within her. Sae threw around all the filth and the fury she could, and she pushed this situation to a moment of blissful insanity, shutting down all sense for the sake of deeper pleasure that she was doomed to have to give up to.

Makoto couldn't help but slip a hand down her shorts to it. "You look good taking black cock," she admitted. She was embarrassed by all the talk trying to throw Ren under the bus, but she was so caught up in the shaky rapture and excitement of what she was looking at that she couldn't find it within her to argue against it. "I wish I knew you were doing this..."

"So do I. Fuck, I've been judging you for dating that useless Asian boy so hard." Sae threw it around gleefully, not realizing the nature of Makoto's relationship at all. Nor, even, that he was also dating Haru. Makoto didn’t want to explain it for fear of admitting the ways she fucked men in public for her boyfriend's excitement; it left her walking a frustrating line where Makoto's only real option was to let her sister keep running her mouth. "But cucking him is such a brilliant idea. Taking a black bulls' cock while he pays for the dates. I should have known you'd be smarter than to go for a weak boy like him." She was noisy, brash, committing herself to being as obnoxious and as noisy as possible in her commitment to losing control, the sweet unraveling of bliss keeping her throwing everything into ruin. Sae knew only the harshness of throwing around all the most insane things about this pleasure.

The bull reveled in every second of it, throwing himself into pounding Sae and her very round ass, just like her sister's, but with a spade on it. "I love a woman who knows how to appreciate the right men," he groaned, pushing on with reckless delight to keep up the pace on her, fucking her with unstoppable delight and a greedy burn of desire carrying him forward. He was unstoppable, throwing all that he had into the vigorous lust of taking her, plunging away with unstoppable desire, with a greedy bliss that kept him moving without a care into using her. He was having a blast pushing her limits, imposing upon Sae these hotter pleasures, a deeper excitement pressing her limits, and she was doomed to want to give up to fucking all of it. He smacked Sae's ass, drilling into her hard, not sure what her deal was or who she was, but she came in very well dressed and had to be some kind of important. He just worked with what he had.

Sae's total collapse came hard and came fierce, the pleasure burning across her without restraint, senseless and loud and brilliant. Her anal orgasm was fierce and it proved just how shameless a buttslut she was, giving in to the burning, beautiful excitement of pure relief, the kind of satisfaction that she couldn't help but want to fully succumb to. It made Sae feel amazing, made her body burn with outrageous relief and a throbbing satisfaction she could really get behind. He pumped he ass full of cum, hot spurts of molten seed flooding into her, pushing her to brilliant satisfaction that she was eager to fully embrace. She needed it so fucking badly, succumbing to the purity and the fascination of just losing herself. Uncontrollable, reckless, and burning up with an unreal, unstoppable throb of desire, she let herself fall apart, and was happier for it.

"So, that facefuck," said the bull, pulling out of Sae's ass.

"Yes, I want her to choke on it. Makoto!" Sae grabbed at her sister's direction, shoving her hands out and moving with unreal, unstoppable excitement. Makoto wasn't given much choice in this matter, dragged in close. Makoto went with her hands flailing about, dragged into position facing the bull, halfway sitting on the edge of the bed while her sister bent her forward and shoved her down onto the cock.

Facefucks weren't exactly too much for Makoto. She’d been in this hotel room with the bull plenty already. But to have Sae gripping her hair and jamming her forward with a burning rush of extra harsh attention was something else entirely, a throbbing burst of focus and frustration, deeper craziness and insanity keeping her melting now. Makoto was stuck confused and frustrated under all the sweeping attention descending now upon her. She was confused, frustrated, melting into wilder confusion while the hard efforts took her deeper. Choking down his cock wasn't anything new, but the wicked storm of pressure upon her was still a frontier of chaos she wasn't prepared for, sputtering and choking down the thick cock that stuffed into her throat, and she realized fast just how reckless and perhaps slightly vindictive and deranged her sister was.

"Choke on it!" shouted Sae, tugging Makoto back and forth with truly unreasonable and unstoppable attention, forcing her to struggle and gag and sputter on the oversized dick she was forced down. Makoto took it all as best she could, even as the realization set in of just how much confusion and frustration was about to take her now. She had no choice behind all of it, the burn of ruthless chaos and endless frustration. She had no control against the weight of this all, struggling and sputtering while her sister did to her things stormy and insane enough to leave her frantic and scrambling. Makoto was in over her head, eyes wide and body lost to shivering bursts of lust while she received this attention. "You're going to learn to take black cocks down this throat and to get the taste of it in there so much your shrimp dicked Japanese boyfriend never tastes anything fucking else."

"He's already jerking off to the videos I send," the bull said, dancing around the Haru topic deftly. He could tell what that might have been a bit much to bring, but it was such an insane sweep of pure insanity, and he was happy to keep up the pace of throwing himself into all of it. "That cuck is learning a lot about where he stands, don't worry. I'm teaching your sister right."

"That's a good man," purred Sae. "I'm glad Makoto is in your hands." She worked Makoto harder down his cock in turn, the reckless, ruthless attention pushing with careless joy forward, ensuring that this moment became all the more insane and reckless, seeking to completely overwhelm her. The pleasure was steep, and she felt herself savouring the madder satisfaction, pleasures that continued to push her along. She stared up at him, leaning up and kissing him while she forced her sister to hold her breath harder and keep taking this black dick. It was a storm of pure madness, a disrespect escalating with ruthless intensity, with a sick and vulgar insistence that kept pushing the limits of goodness or reason. She was ready to really commit to all of this, a darker excitement and a deeper bliss to continue shoving along with.

"Gluk gluk gluk," was all that Makoto could offer to the conversation while she got used, but she was happy to be overwhelmed like this. It made her feel foggy and fuzzy pleasures rushing up through her body to keep her indulging in hotter and stranger needs. This was a mess, but it was a mess Makoto continued to fall in to, her body convulsing through hotter and sloppier insistence, the pressure she was eager to fully surrender to. His cock in her mouth had her completely lost to this sweeping desire, a shivering bliss and a lust she was powerless to ignore. The sweep of purer desire, the need and the hunger she was ready to give up to. This was a lot to have to chase, but she took it all to the best of her abilities, plunged into shakier ecstasy and trying her best to manage the weight of all these busy, buzzing feelings.

Being jerked back and forth along the thick, black cock left Makoto flailing about, falling victim to deeper madness and a burn of pleasure she felt lost to, powerless under the crushing excitement and the throbbing ecstasy that made her want to really lose herself. She had to keep sucking, following her sister's brutal motions back and forth, loving the ruthless and sloppy attention it all offered her. Her sister's roughness was so much to have to give in to, the sweeter and hopeless lust that made her feel completely lost to the frustrating satisfaction and the bliss this invited her to give up to. It was all so demanding, sloppy and ruthless in the name of hotter indulgence. She felt good, and didn't hide the hand that slipped between her legs to start madly melting into these feelings, the pleasure that made her body shudder even harder while she sucked.

"That's it, you little ricebunny whore, choke on this big, black cock. Choke on it and think about how much better it is than your cuck boyfriend's. He can't hit the back of your throat, can he? He can't dominate you like this bull can. Service his cock. Worship it!" She was a bit out of her mind, but the pleasure remained so bold and forceful, keeping Sae shameless in the throes of all this pleasure, unashamed of the deeper indulgence to keep soaking in. She was out to see her sister lose herself, and she wouldn't take any other answer.

But Makoto felt so good that that didn't matter. She needed this all so fucking badly, awash in the obsessive and fraying need to lose herself that continued its dark efforts to wear her down. She accepted it, eyes rolled back, body shuddering through the complete satisfaction and surrender that made her have to lose her mind. This was getting the better of her, and she was happy to continue receiving her sister's dirty talk and even accepting how outrageous and extreme it was. She got off to it, briefly slipping into a world where it could be true, where the darker reasons for cheating on Ren with the bull could all be true and all blow her mind. She was lost to this all, fascinated and hungry and finding it impossible to contain herself, loving the utter wrongness that invited her lower. She didn't care about anything but the sweet wrongness of losing herself utterly.

This was all so much to have to give in to, pleasure that she felt ruining her, so beautiful at such a deranged cost, and she felt herself melting now into acceptance of it. The bulls' cock was so much to coke on, to struggle with, unable to even breathe while she got taken. But that was okay. Makoto didn't need to breathe, she needed to make him cum, and she needed to please her big sister at her most fucking ruthless. The pleasure all seemed a bit much, excessive and sloppy in ways she had no control over, doomed to a downfall of frustration and panic that made her melt into utter bafflement. She was so happy to want to succumb to it, the deeper wrongness and the desire she felt ready to embrace completely. It was too much, all of it gradually overwhelming her, escalating without a care or a thought, leaving her to melt into pure submission.

When the bull came down her throat, the pleasure washed over her just as hard, her thighs clamping over her hand. She came hard, writhing and shuddering through pure relief and release as he groaned and slammed forward, pounding into Makoto's face and letting loose. She took every drop, shuddering through mad pleasure, embracing these hopeless satisfactions without a thought and letting it consume her. She was doomed to unravel so fucking hard, lost to this pleasure while staring up in gooey, dreamy joy at the man whose cock had basically become all she was thinking about lately.

"Good girl," said Sae with all the throbbing condescension she could muster, and Makoto shivered in joy because of it. This was so much to want to lose herself to, and she melted into this gooey relief without a thought left in her fucking head. Being called a good girl by Sae triggered something inside Makoto that she was not sure how to handle.

"I wanna see you two sluts kiss," said the bull. "You willing to kiss your sister?"

"Am I?" gasped Sae, keeping her grip tight on Makoto's hair and twisting it a little in the process of turning her head over. She forced Makoto into a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss that made Makoto's eyes widen in shock and made her shiver with a strange sort of glee. She was lost to so much throbbing joy, a weighty mess of lust that left her utterly confused, out of her mind with a distinct need she had no choice but to submit to. Makoto melted into the kiss, ready and frustrated and unable to help herself.

"Fuck," groaned the bull. He slipped his cock up against their faces, his hands finding the backs of both their heads. He was fully unafraid of imposing himself on this, getting in between the sisters. "I've got an idea, gimme a minute." Makoto and Haru did have a few sex toys they'd brought and he moved to grab the double-ended dildo they'd occasionally played with. He tossed it between them while they lingered just out of the fringes of their kiss. "Get on this," he said, getting his cock back between their mouths.

Sae and Makoto didn't hesitate to grab either end of the dildo and start to work it into their cunts, feeding it deeper into their holes and pushing in together, melting against one another with a newfound burst of greed. Makoto couldn't believe this side of Sae existed, and the more that she gave in to this, the deeper the shock ran. Her sister was absolutely too straight-laced to be a tatted-up black cock addict, and the incestuous efforts to prove herself were only more baffling. It confused but enthralled Makoto, and as their pelvises pressed together and they got their mouths united on the big, black cock between them, it felt like she was breaking ground as strange and as wild as anything she could have imagined.

Their sloppy kisses were even more enticing with the bull's cock in the middle. Both girls were happy to give in to this, licking and slurping all over the cock still dripping with Makoto's drool, their singular focus set now only on giving in to the pleasure tempting them down, a smouldering satisfaction built on something truly dizzying. There was so much to this pleasure to have to succumb to, the deeper sort of need to keep giving in to. There felt like only satisfaction in the throes of this mess now, dizzier hunger keeping her out for more, keeping her giving in with rapturous satisfaction. Makoto loved tasting her sister's lips, loved the stray caresses of their tongues meeting in the dizzying bliss of pushing in for more of this. It was an unreasonable and unreal burn of pure desire. Sae was active, overbearing, so aggressive and ready and needy in how she gave in to this too, just as demanding and forward.

"Sharing a black cock with my little sister is what I've always wanted to do," confessed Sae.

"It's so good," whined Makoto.

Their hips ground back and forth in eager acceptance, fingers laced over the middle of the toy while they inched down further onto it, swallowing up more and more on their way to meeting together and melting into this euphoria. There felt like nothing but wild bliss to be given in to here, a satisfaction and a chaos too bold to deal with, and both sisters accepted how badly they needed it, how hungry they felt giving up to these unreal and outrageous pleasures. There was no escape, no restraint, only pure satisfaction to keep being invited in to. She felt so good, and she continued to surrender to it with less and less sense. The unreal pleasure made her feel better, made her crave giving up deeper to all these sloppy and erratic lusts now. It felt too good, guiding her to feel better and weirder, pursuing the unrelenting sloppiness and excitement of deeper desire, satisfactions that had a funny way of making her have to lose all control now.

"You sluts look so hot sharing my cock," the bull said, admiring the sight of the sisters' sloppy kisses all over his cock. Sae sucked it into her mouth first, but Makoto was quick to take charge, too, both of them happily taking turns with his dick. Those turns being broken up by bursts of affection they could share together. Drooling all over one another’s lips was almost as fun as drooling over black cock together. It was a bonding exercise neither realized they needed until they were giving in together to the utter wrongness of losing control like this. There felt like nothing better than this burst of pure ecstasy, an obsessive and smouldering glee that they were doing for reasons less and less singularly about the bull.

Sae threw one of her legs over Makoto's lap, and Makoto did the same, letting them find a good angle as their mounds met and they embraced the joy of being filled together by the toy, bodies wiggling and shuddering against one another in a fit of wild lust. The double-ended dildo connected them even when they weren't kissing, when one of them was gagging down black dick and the other was left to kiss his base or his balls or his thighs. They were both committed to sharing this incestuous moment, to letting him enjoy the sweet of desire and the lust that made them so hungry and so frustrated. Pleasure overwhelmed them and these tandem satisfactions continued to swirl around through their thoughts, inviting them down slowly deeper into the progressively stormier and stranger bliss of giving in. They wanted it so fucking bad, needing to explore their way down into this, needing to lose all control and accept the lust behind it.

The pleasure rapidly pushed the limits of all sense, both sisters ravenous and forward, so sloppy and excited in the lust taking them, so eager to melt into this euphoria, and they couldn't hold themselves back. It felt too good to, with their bodies shuddering harder together, surrendering to this lust with single-minded focus and a joining need to give up, lost to the spiral down into ruin that kept them loving every second of these feelings. This was so perfect, so ruinous, and these sloppy, stormy joys became too much to handle, a pleasure drowning out their thoughts and leaving them to succumb to shaky, unfocused joy with no idea what to do with all of it. They just gave up completely, loving every second of giving in to this mess, allowing it to unravel them completely. It was just too fucking much.

The bull came happily all over their faces, groaning his way through yanking back, cock in hand, to blast rope across the scissoring sisters sharing their dildo. He was happy to ride out everything wicked and vulgar about this depraved situation, to make a grand mess of their faces. Sae and Makoto came hard while they took their joint facial, bucking against one another in a wild fit of delirium and satisfaction, crashing down into the depths of bliss with their bodies entwined and a distinct sense of euphoria sweeping across them now. They loved every second of this surrender, every moment of burning ecstasy and fanatical lust they could get. They needed all of it, loving the pleasure and chaos it offered them on their way into pure madness.

Makoto and Sae fell to the bed, Sae on top, and licked his cum off of one another's faces. This new side of Sae was much better, and left Makoto to wonder if perhaps this was the sign of better things to come. Of a stronger relationship between the two of them. One that was going to rely a whole lot on black cock.
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Maybe Sae being a ricebunny was a big shock to Makoto, but she and Haru both knew that one of their closest friends was anything but secret, and after Makoto had some wild threesome fun with the bull without her, Haru wanted to get some action of her own. So she rang up Ann with a video of herself getting bounced on the bull's cock, and she didn't even have to ask Ann if she wanted a ride; the model was throwing herself right at it, demanding their location that precise second.

Ann had a lot of tattoos all crammed into the places her normal modeling gigs would cover, breasts and ass and inner thighs all inked up, a spade womb tattoo proudly worn, while she bounced her hips on the bull's lap like it was the only thing she knew how to do.

"I can't believe you went black and didn't tell me for days!" gasped Ann. "I've been trying to get you to do this for so long, Haru. Remember? Ren asked me out and I turned him down because I only date black guys, and you two consoled him and ended up as his girlfriends? But look at this fat cock splitting me open!" The blonde was peppy and chatty and completely focused on fucking herself dumb on the bull's lap, unable to contain the sweet delights sweeping across her body now. She was happy to give in to all of it, surrendering with all she knew to the mad indulgence it offered her. "Look at it. Look at me take it. This is what a modern Japanese girl needs; black studs wrecking their holes!"

"I love Ren, but I've been cumming my brains out all week," moaned Haru, holding onto one of Ann's tits and sucking on it. She knew Ren had long fantasized about getting Ann into the bedroom, but no, it was the bull who got to enjoy a threesome with the gorgeous model and her. Of course it was the bull. Her phone was set up on a little tripod to record it just so Ren would know one of his fantasies was utterly fucking gone. But she was glad to play into it and to get her lips around one of the blonde’s sweet tits at last. Not as plump or round as hers, but still nice, big, bouncy, and in need of attention.

The spades all over her body were a special sort of overkill. There was the spade on her breast, the ring of spark circles around the opposing nipple, the 'NO ASIAN BOYS' tattoo on her left ass cheek and the 'CERTIFIED BLACK BREEDER' tramp stamp. Her ornate spade womb tattoo was her favorite, though, one that any bikini was always in danger of flaunting, that repeatedly stood at bold risk of being exposed. Plenty of people had to airbrush out peeks of her liability tattoos to avoid the scandal involved, but Ann was gaining enough attention with her career to be able to keep doing it, boldly and shamelessly inking herself up and leaving it to be other peoples' problems.

Ann's legs spread out wider while her reverse cowgirl bouncing picked up its madder pace. Ann knew how to go all out, riding faster and harder, not wanting to slow down or behave in the slightest. She was on fire here, throwing herself into these beautiful delights with less and less control over her downfall now. Riding a black cock was great, but riding a black cock that had finally broken in two of her closest friends, arguably the two closest who hadn't already gone black, drove her crazy. "Futaba's been comparing the cocks of every black guy she fucks to her forearm, and Sumire's been sleeping with black gymnasts who come over for international meets. I can't believe you two were the last ones to go black, you're the ones who were supposed to join me! Ren got in the way too long, but now that he's a total cuck, I think I need to introduce you to some of my friends."

Caressing all over Ann's sleek body and appreciating the moment before her, Haru let the blonde talk, continuing to appreciate just how deep into this sloppy mess she could go, melting into hotter excitement and deeper, throbbing lust. She felt a bit unstoppable here, going all out on touching her, groping her, and working her way down toward her pussy, licking along her labia while the big, black cock spread them open. When the bull pulled Ann up off of his dick, Haru was right there to suck him down, moaning around his cock and slurping it clean before she guided it back into Ann and let the pleasure continue. All of these messy satisfactions grew more outrageous and intense the deeper she fell into them, allowing these urgencies and these lusts to take her ever deeper into euphoria.

"So! Fucking! Big!" Ann gasped, hammering hard onto his cock, shaking her ass back against the bull while she took him down. "Fuck, you're the luckiest man in Japan, getting to break these two prime sluts into ricebunnies. Haru's tits and Makoto's ass make me more jealous than the perfect bodies I see during shoots. And now they're all yours." She couldn’t help but keep riding. "Nothing more attractive than a man with some mystery and the perfect women at his sides." She was needy, hopeless, and on a stream of consciousness burn of pure insanity, throbbing deeper through pure satisfaction, indulging in the needy aches and the confusion of something meant to completely fucking ruin her. His cock filled her up so deep, hardly a surprise for an experienced black cock slut like her, but she was still completely lost to all of the mad satisfaction and the need taking her down.

"You wouldn't even believe me if I told you how it happened." Haru remained down low, licking all over the bull's balls and up to Ann's clit, adoring them both and acting in an enhancement role to increase their enjoyment. She was hungry and greedy, seeking the pleasure deeper into the wilder satisfaction, a pleasure that she couldn't possibly resist. Unignorable passion carried her to give in deeper.

"I don't care how it happened; I want you to say Ren can't compare to black cock. GO, say it to the camera. Say it while this bull pumps a load into me for him to see. Tell him he can't compare!" The tatted-up girl was shameless, falling into deeper chaos and simply refusing to behave. "Say it now, I'm cumming. Fuck, fuck, cum in me now, you can knock me up for all I care. Making black men wear condoms is racist!"

Haru found herself compelled to throw herself into this satisfaction, turning to the camera and moaning, "Ren, you can't compare to black cock," while Ann's wild screams rang out in a fit of mad obsession, sloppy and reckless, building up utterly out of control now. It felt impossible to help herself, and as Ann howled her way through sloppy satisfaction and the bold, bright bliss of losing control, it all came together into something perfect, a senseless but beautiful expression of wild glee, brilliant and sloppy and only getting better with each second ticking away. She felt the invitation into ruin, and loved how far she could fall now into it. Ann came and howled and thrashed about, the phone capturing the perfect view of his huge cock pulsating and firing off a load deep into Ann, making her thrash about in wild glee, satisfaction inviting her to have to give in to these pleasures, the burning and wicked lust that hit her now, a deeper satisfaction she couldn't ignore at all.

The bull groaned his way through filling her up and embracing all the satisfaction that had him craving this mess. He wanted to really throw himself into it, pumping a load into this blonde as a fun detour. "I'm fucking a model," he groaned, satisfaction hitting him and the throbbing joy leaving him wanting to really give in to this, deeper lust inviting him to want to fully give up to the lust. He filled her up with every shot he could, grabbing her arms and yanking them back while he admired her body in full. All her tattoos. All her curves. Her perfect body for bikinis and full page spreads and covers. He liked it.

"You're fucking a model, daddy," giggled Ann, not above playing up a little bit for this fun.

"Oh, that's fuckin' it!" The bull threw Ann forward onto the bed and started to rail her cunt from behind, bursting into action and relentless excitement. "Haru, I want you eating my ass while I fuck a baby into your friend." He was blunt about it. Shameless. Forward. He didn't want anything but the absolute control he sought, wanting to get right to work at the pleasure that threw him forward now. There was nothing but mad lust to throw himself in to, the pleasure that he wanted to succumb to, committing himself to the unraveling and deeper lust taking him down.

"Yes, daddy, fuck me, pound me raw. I love fucking big, strong, black guys who throw me around and treat me like their little whore. I'm a quarter white, you know. I'm already mixed, but you can make sure that my babies are half black, and I'll make sure their babies are three quarters black. The Takamaki family is going to be blacker with every generation!"

Her wails were a bit more than Haru was sure about, but they made her thighs quiver with an awe and a hunger she couldn't exactly fight off. She was awestruck, hungry and frustrated and having to step into this mess, advancing forward with burning lust to get at anything she could. That meant climbing onto the bed and getting behind the bull, shoving her face into his ass and giving up to what he wanted most. Rimming him as he ordered was the right way forward now, a pleasure she melted right into, sinking with unstoppable commitment to decadence that had her totally lost. Her tongue slithered around his ass hole, dragging with clumsy licks to satisfy him while she dealt with the thrashing motions and aggressions of what he wanted. She was in deep, but she felt truly incredible, and needed only to keep sinking into this now.

Working with senseless, ruthless greed to pound into this blonde and ream her, the bull held nothing back, save for the arms he pulled behind her back. Holding her down against the mattress and fucking her into it was his only goal now, a forward and sloppy rush of pure bliss to seek out, one that had Ann growing ever louder, the throbbing satisfaction of deeper pleasure and chaos she was able to fully succumb to. There was no restraint to any of this sense now, the pleasure she was able to succumb to deeper. The mess of throbbing pleasure and satisfaction kept up the wilder heat she was ready to give in to deeper. This was such a beautiful wreck, but that was half the fun, the place where all these desires melted her down into madness and satisfaction. He was happy to keep up these mad desires, a pleasure to keep chasing and wearing her down with. There was nothing that he was able to contain, burning forward with relentless lust and a wicked greed he was ready to really commit to.

Ann's tight cunt squeezed down around the bull's cock without reason, a senseless and fascinated sloppiness she was eager to take hard. She wanted to really lose herself, giving in with unstoppable desire she was able to really succumb to, a commitment of lust she was eager to give in to. This was so much to let take her, a deeper obsession she felt herself ready to commit deeper. She couldn't do much with his heavyset body upon hers so heavily, the insistence and greed of the wilder attention, pleasure and frustration she continued to surrender to now, a deeper insanity she felt ready to lose everything to. It felt like too much, but it was precisely the excess that she needed most. Every craving burned through her with unreal joy, the pleasure and satisfaction she wanted to really give in to. Melting into the lust and the frustration kept her in a fit of wild urgency, one where all she could think about was the huge cock laying waste to her.

Spreading his cheeks out and really throwing herself into the mess of wicked lust upon her, Haru felt Like she was losing her mind. She had to keep rimming him, throwing herself into the erratic and sloppy joy with less and less sense, unfocused and unrestrained, loving the idea of simply giving up. She had to get him off and have him pump Ann full of cum; like a good friend, she had to commit. It felt too good for her to do anything else, the deeper and wilder mess she was doomed to. It felt like everything she could have wanted, the madder and wilder need she couldn't fight off. Her tongue jammed forward and slithered around, clumsy thanks to all the wild and erratic back and forth motions he offered, but she rode it out as best she could. She needed it so badly, and she was unable to do anything but fully commit to this insanity.

Hard thrusts and heaving bodies rocked the bed, a wilder insistence and insanity that kept Ann squealing with utter obsession. She'd never felt better about the wild lust that took her, a deeper sort of craziness she had to accept and surrender to, succumbing to deeper pleasure in the name of wanting to lose all fucking control. Ann's body continued to twist in wilder and hotter kinds of ways, the sweeter indulgence and insanity that she needed to really succumb to. Ann was so happy to let go of all control, all inhibition melting out so she could really let it go. She was so hungry, so needy, and she just could not contain the burning sensation and satisfaction she felt take her. The huge, black cock filled her so perfectly, invited her to lose control to the unrelenting joy that hit her so perfectly. She was needy, awash in hunger and in passion that made this into something utterly wicked.

"Cum in me again! Harder this time. I want every fucking drop." Thrashing about in mad desire, Ann let herself surrender to all of the sloppiest and most obsessive of pleasures, feeling of unrelenting joy that invited her to lose control now. She wanted to really let go, and the pleasure breaking er down felt perfect, like she was falling to pieces in the name of hotter satisfaction, to the joy of having her pussy pounded into fucking oblivion now by this black stud and all of his weight bearing down on her so intensely. She fell to pieces, screaming loud and hot, staring into the phone camera while the pleasure broke across her face and she melted into euphoria once more.

The bull was all too happy to bury his cock to the hilt inside of Ann and pump her full of another load. Groaning, heaving, grunting in the name of fitful obsession, he let himself surrender to all of it, awash in the kinds of pleasure that Ann came to know as the utter essence of interracial bliss. He didn't hold back anything in filling her up to the brim with his cum, holding her down against the mattress and pumping her full to the brim in a show of wild joy, needy and hungry and making sure he flooded her womb with every drop he could. It was all so much, the throbbing satisfaction of needier, deeper pleasure that hit him, pleasure that he was absolutely unashamed of deeper bliss now. He wanted it, and he didn't have any control over the downward spiral that hit him. "Fuck!" the bull groaned, and Ann was in total agreement right behind him, completely lost to the madness of pure satisfaction, the deeper need to slide into, deeper and wilder and thoroughly unrepentant.

Ann stared up at the camera, licking her lips. "Ren, now that I know you're a cuck who likes seeing girls you know fuck black men who are better than you... I'm gonna send you a little something."
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Ren wasn't sure how permitting his girlfriends to go ride a black bull's cock in a hotel room for a week led to him getting videos from Ann, Tae, Sumire, and Hifumi, but he didn't exactly mind, either, cock in one hand and phone in the other while he appreciated this flood from women he knew who had gone to the 'dark side' permanently.

Down on her knees, Ann purred, "I've never had a black cameraman for one o my shoots before," like it was the raciest thing in the world, but not without reason; she undid his pants and fished out his cock, a long but half-flaccid shaft she made vanish with her mouth in almost an instant, sliding forward to suck him down and appreciate the burning lust that took her along, a deepening praise for his fat shaft that she felt fully confident in giving in to. The pleasure compelled her deeper, beckoning the lust from her while her head bobbed obediently along the shaft in a hazier show of pure need. Her eyes burned up with bubbling desire, the sloppier pleasure and excitement of deeper indulgence, a delight pulsing across her while she sucked him to life. He hardened in her mouth, making her choke and have to pull back in a fit of wilder need, the pleasure dizzier and stranger, inviting her to have to commit to the stranger passion, pleasure she wanted to really commit to here.

"Fuck, I didn't think I'd find a blacked slut like you at this shoot," he groaned, the burning desire keeping him wanting more, the pleasure he couldn’t fight off now, a satisfaction he could really throw himself into, and he wanted to make the most of it. He recorded everything about her sloppy focus, the desire and attention that focused right onto his big dick and on the pleasure of her steady back and forth, the sensation of wild lust he felt happy to really sink into. "And you're taking it all down." Ann was a good slut that way. Back and forth she worked in wild, sloppy satisfaction, head bobbing along his meaty prick, her throat relaxed to accept every inch of his black cock past her lips' she was prepared to do anything it took, melting into sweeter satisfaction, allowing the pleasure to invite her into stranger satisfaction and to shut off all critical thought now.

She got into a good groove. Ann knew her part and how to give in to this, moaning around his fat dick and letting these satisfactions invite her down, something she knew she was able to really throw herself into. She treated such a huge dick so casually, proving her ricebunny cred with the deeper lust and excitement that kept her needing more, guided along with unrelenting lust, the deeper pleasure and the urgency behind neediness she was able to really sink into. It made her feel better, and her gluk-ing kept up a nice, steady storm of passion to keep chasing, riding down the lust and keeping up her hungers, needier and more wicked while she let her desires consume her. She couldn't stop moving back and forth, bobbing along to suck and slurp and obediently plunge into madness. She was unstoppable here, moaning around his meaty dick and accepting the sloppier need now, deeper lust she was happy to fully embrace.

Her expert head worked him over to the breaking point, with Ann jerking back, both hands seizing his huge cock. "I'm done shooting for the day, so you can shoot all over me," she purred, letting the mess erupt all over her, a grand spectacle of gooey bliss that made her feel utterly overjoyed. She took every drop of his cum all over her pretty face, moaning out louder and allowing herself to sink into utter madness, the purity of this lust leaving her to give up completely. It felt too good to do anything else, and she felt it consume her thoughts as hot ropes of his jizz blasted across her. She let it made the biggest, gooiest mess of her she could, shuddering in shaky, wicked satisfaction, melting into pure lust and allowing herself this chance to fully surrender. It was too good to ignore, a need she felt swell madly across her, and she was just too far gone to be ashamed.

Hifumi's video had her bent over the table, her tights ripped open to the giant, ornate spade tattoo over one of her ass cheeks. "I always lose at shogi to black men," the video was captioned. "Can't think around them. I turn into a dumb slut."

"Fuck me as hard as you can, take your victory lap, use my hole as your prize!" she howled. Her body was awash in throbbing, burning delight, a bliss that ripped across Hifumi harder while she got taken. The shogi pieces fell off the table and clattered onto the floor, but having her cunt reamed by black dick was all she cared about, a blacked slut happy to offer her body as the stakes to black men in shogi games only to 'lose' to utter novices to the game, a pretense for her to get her tight, teen body impaled on their cocks with the added layer that men fucked better when they felt they had 'won' her. She just had to feed into that sentiment and ride it out to the absolute breaking point.

So her moans were loud and dizzy, a shameless, senseless burst of desire keeping her giving in, thrown back and forth in the name of something that felt inescapable and brilliant. Hifumi gave up to the desire completely, finding it impossible to ignore the sensations that swept across her, their maddening results leaving her feeling better and better about just how far she fell. No restraint or control, no care for anything but being fucked by a huge, black cock and having it recorded to save for another time. Another anonymous Japanese girl with a nice ass getting claimed from behind by foreign dick in a video sure to make its way online. This was such a delicate mess of pure brilliance to give up to, and she felt herself melting into the throbbing satisfaction of letting her thoughts shut down. She only needed dick, nothing else.

"Never played shogi before in my life, but I must be a natural," he teased, fully aware she threw the game, but happy to play along as he smacked her tattooed ass cheek and continued his reckless thrusts deep into her pussy. He stuck her full of cock, reaching up to the limit inside of her with each thrust and savouring the degree of wild control that he exerted with his thrusts. Hifumi melted into gooey bliss for his dick, unravelling without control or sense while he had his fun with her, and all she needed to do was collapse under it, a breakdown so grand and so baffling that it ceased to make sense any longer, the wilder excitement he knew could carry him along and knew could bring him utter indulgence now.

Hifumi’s crash into orgasmic need was perfect, sweeping with senseless joy through her, an invitation to lose control and collapse for the sake of madder need, and she couldn't contain the burning bliss behind it. Pure satisfaction tore across her, and she knew the simple satisfaction of losing herself to it as the only imaginable outcome for these obsessive needs now. "Cum in me cum in me cum in me," she whined, looking back toward the phone, eyes going cross while he pumped his load into her and sent her crumbling into pure obsession. She loved every second of this sweet wrongness, the collapse of dignity and of sense that brought her to fully lose herself. It was pure pleasure, an indulgence and a passion she felt herself needing to fully unravel under.

Doing a standing split with her lean, fit body, Sumire wanted to impress with more than just her flexibility. While standing there with her leg up, she was being double penetrated by a pair of huge, black cocks that she took at once. "Flexibility is about more than just how I can move my limbs," she explained to the phone she held, 'but in being able to handle these huge, black dicks fighting for all the space in me they can. I'm not very big, but I'm taking so much black cock right now!" She shook through the wild satisfaction, a hazy bliss burning across her, inviting her deeper into confusion and stormy bliss while the thrusts wore at her. She was unstoppable, forward, lost to the molten satisfaction inviting her deeper. She didn't know any self-control or restraint here, allowing these deeper needs to break her down.

The two muscular, black studs were clearly fresh from a workout and blowing off steam in the tight holes of the teenage gymnast, fucking her hard and quick with bodies already worked up and driven by pure lust. It was easy to get into this with how wound up they were. They seemed just as surprised by how much black cock Sumire could fit inside herself, her ass and pussy accepting every inch they fed into it, and her moans certainly flying into the upper registers under this overbearing attention, but she was not deterred or intimidated. She took every inch of it, moaning in confident lust under these sweeping attentions, a downright feverish burn of lust to have to give in to, melting under these wicked desires and all of the hotter pleasure getting the better of her.

"It's just so good. Black cock really challenges my body so much; I don't think I can fuck any other kind of guy. Mm, I'm not even old enough to get a tattoo on my own, but I'm just as blacked as Ann is, and she's covered in them. But guys can tell. I just carry myself like a ricebunny gangbang slut, and I can take more cock than Ann can. We tested it!" She was proud of that fact, always happy to share it with guys who knew them both, or with their other ricebunny friends. Now, Ren got to know, too. Sumire's moans did plenty, but so did bringing her phone in to show off the fat cocks railing her tight holes, stretching them out and pushing her limits, testing her body with what seemed like no trouble for Sumire to take. She was committed, giving in deeper and hotter, allowing the weight of this passion to get the better of her a little bit in the process, she was happy to roll with it.

The burn of her orgasm and all the pleasure behind it kept her ready for more, moaning in deeper bliss and throbbing satisfaction, unable to contain herself now while she melted into this mad delirium. Sumire held her stance and her standing split while she came, both legs trembling, but the strong bodies of her gym buddies kept her in place. But when they pulled out, she held her pose and let them take the camera to show off the cum leaking out of her well fucked holes; Sumire had done a great job, and she wanted to flaunt it real bad, showing off just how much she'd done and how fucking good she looked in the aftermath.

The last video from Tae featured her face-deep in a black ass with both hands on the man's huge cock. "It is important that you stay still for this test," she said while her face and his cheeks alike glistened with saliva. Tae spat onto his ass hole and dove back in for more of the sloppy, relentless pleasure, obsessively focused n making the absolute most of the moment before her, jerking his cock off over a beaker placed below so she could collect the cum she worked to milk out of his cock with her tongue and her hands in tandem. Everything she did was a hazy show of pure attention, devoted almost to the point of losing her mind as she pursued this pleasure, sloppy and forceful to keep him giving in. She had him shuddering, groaning, twitching through absolute surrender as she worked him over, knowing confidently how to make a man lose his fucking mind for her tongue.

"Fuck," groaned the man she rimmed, who did little but simply shudder in pure surrender to these attentions, the burning satisfaction to give in to deeper. He couldn’t hold still at all, the pleasure making his entire body ache with pure delight while he received this attention. Tae was unstoppable, ruthless, and committed to devouring his ass like it was all she cared about, holding her face in snug and letting her mouth do its magic, working him over with more and more outrageous delight, focusing in on lust at its most deranged, at the sweep of satisfaction and desire she knew she could keep working on with only one goal in mind. She brought it all raining down upon him, beautifully unhinged and almost manic in her focus on eating ass and nothing else.

She made sure to pull back every now and then, spitting on his ass and flaunting for the camera how messy she got, practically drooling all over his hole while she rubbed her face in there. She ate ass with a passion that seemed like a pure excuse for utter madness. Not just an interracial porn video, but one focused on her obsession, a fetishistic love of black men’s asses that drove her into a state of madness she was not coming out from. It felt too good for her to care, embracing these relentless passions and allowing these needs to break her down. She knew it was all worth it, and she knew what awaited her at the end of this insane procedure, that she was going to have to give up to fucking all of it. There was no escaping this decadence, no fighting the truth behind the burning excitement she pushed on with.

When he came, he did so with erupting, burning bliss, gushing right into the beaker while Tae milked his cock for every drop she could get. She held in tight, tongue working its unseen magic, but her hands in clingy, writhing delight as she took him to the limit, kept him blowing his load right into it. She made sure to get everything she could from him before finally she drew back, taking hold of the beaker, and drinking down every drop of his load. she couldn't even pretend it was for any sort of medical reason, all pretense abandoned for the sake of pure cum love.

Ren had no idea what the women he knew were up to, but Ann's involvement had opened him up to a whole lot of videos and a whole lot of insight now into his friends' sex lives. He was getting too deep into watching girls take black cock for his own good, and even as new Makoto and Haru material came through, he found the time to cum to each one of these four videos out of 'respect' for the women he knew and their newly ignited desire to send him their sluttery, too.
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Their last night together, the bull decided he was going to take the girls out on the kind of fun they had with Ren, but not to share. Haru and Makoto showed him a park they liked to fuck Ren in sometimes, and then stripped down naked to just their sneakers so they could hang off of his sides while they had their walk, his hands on their asses and fondling them while they walked. There was no shame in the sheer delight they opened up to for him, nothing but absolute satisfaction at the idea of one more night of fun before they had to pack it all up. The idea of pure satisfaction and intense desire within them was at its most beautiful, and there felt like nothing to do now but roll with it.

"I'm going to fuck you both completely dumb," the bull promised, groping their asses harder, unable to keep his hands off of them while he strode forward, burning with wicked hunger and a wanton glee that had him ready to make the most of this. "No holding back, I've got to make the most out of tonight while I still can."

"Ruin us," purred Makoto.

"Make sure we never forget you," cooed Haru.

They continued on down the park path, a moment of calm and of normalcy before the bull simply grabbed Haru's breast and dragged her back, making her squeak her way through being pressed up against a tree. Her legs kicked up in surprise, and she felt his cock ram right into her. No warm-up, no oral, just pure aggression and the molten lust that had him wound up and unstoppable now. There was nothing but utter wrongness and spectacle here. "So big!" gasped Haru, her body shuddering in pure satisfaction. She felt overwhelmed, lit up with the unreal and unreasonable bliss that made her feel utterly hopeless, the shuddering lust and the desire she had no idea how to contain, but which she knew had to be let out.

The bull didn't leave Makoto wanting, though, his hand on he ass and his tongue in her mouth while he fucked the busty brunette up against the tree. 'Mine," he growled, the obsessive hunger rumbling through him and his overbearing attentions proving to be so much more intense than either girl was ready for. It was cold and dark and quiet and he was fucking her in a park. They'd done so much in risky public places, sure, but the sensation of being naked in the cool night air with black cock on the menu finally merged their usual sluttery with being blacked, something that rocked through them with intense results they were a bit stunned by.

"Deeper, please," Haru moaned, her legs wrapping as best they could around his waist to receive the mad attentions bearing down on her, the throbbing, pulsating urgency behind lust and attention meant to make her lose her mind. The bull's cock had become such a normal ting for her, an all day treat for her week here with him, and she realized now while clinging to the tree how much more intense this was. That this was their last night. She couldn't contain herself, moaning brighter and hotter through all of the dizzy satisfaction that got the better of her now. She was unstoppable, reckless, finding deeper indulgence in the madness of cloying satisfaction. Every stroke into her cunt was there for her to appreciate, and the words, "Knock me up," couldn't help but spill out of her lips in an expression of wilder bliss.

"Fucking right I am," he groaned. "These cunts are getting knocked up, and your cuck can deal with the rest." He hammered quicker into Haru, and the hand groping Makoto's ass slipped down a little lower, reaching for her pussy and jamming a finger up into it with a burning excitement, an insistence and a passion he was ready to really go in on. "You too, Makoto. I'm leaving you girls something as thanks." He was unrelenting, the ruthless attention and burning, throbbing pleasure he wanted to really go in on, deeper pleasure to keep pursuing, chasing these wild desires harder. This was such unreal pleasure to give in to, deeper insanity and fever he was able to push on with. It felt too good, like he was ready to really burn up under thrilling satisfaction. He needed to really push or the deeper indulgence, pleasure and obsession he was ready for wilder and greedier pleasure.

"Give me a baby to bring home to my cuck and I'll make him raise the bastard!" gasped Haru, her body shuddering in weak, panting bliss. Maybe she'd taken a bit too much of Ann's advice in what she'd said, and she was hungry for the throbbing pleasure, a burning and wicked joy obsessive and confusing enough to leave her hungry for more, the madder and more obsessive chance to lose all control. She needed to give in to all of it with less and less reason, uncontrollable passion she was eager to really give u to. It felt too good, like she was doomed to melt into this surrender completely, like she was able to explore her way now into hotter pleasure, a deeper and more drastic satisfaction. Haru's cunt squeezed madly around the fat, black dick she was hungry for, the embrace of wilder desire and needier lust. She welcomed it, giving in to all this throbbing satisfaction, a madder delight and excitement she was eager to really give in to. It felt too fucking good not to.

The bull relentlessly laid into her, throwing himself into wild lust, into the need of desire and heat to keep chasing, his body moving with unstoppable fever and making her melt into pure desire now. It was lust at its hardest, his hips moving with unstoppable aggression guided her to really melt into this desire, into pleasure she was doomed to have to succumb to. Haru couldn't believe he’d been holding out on some insane escalation on her, the whole time waiting for the moment to lay into her with an unreal storm of wicked and sloppy vulgarity. She wailed out for his attention, the pleasure ripping across her with unreal joy, and she needed simply to accept it for everything it was. Haru wanted to get off, and she was happy to let the bull do to her whatever he wanted in the name of attaining some even higher level of pure surrender and obsession now.

"Knock her up," whined Makoto, melting into this attention with burning excitement, wanting to see this play out just as badly, needing to see Haru bred so she could get her turn. All the pleasure built up so wildly out of control, and the utter insanity behind these outrageous ideas became simply too much now to be able to process. This was grand, so wrong and so wild that it all stopped making sense to her. "Breed her, then breed me, so we can take our black babies back to Ren. He's too much of a cuck to do anything but shut up and raise them."

"I need a black baby so badly!" Haru's squeals turned to electric bliss, her body thrashing about in convulsing, shivering excitement, the kind of deeper insanity that she became utterly incapable of controlling. She needed it all so fucking badly, and she wasn't afraid of letting it take her, conquered by the absolute joy of losing herself and losing control. The lust consuming Haru was just too much, a burning rush of obsession and sloppy joy to need to give in to, all of her thoughts melting into pure obsession and euphoria now. She craved the relief and release that came from being pounded into oblivion like this, her moans bolder, louder, messier, and she just had to accept the downfall in full. Her cunt begged down around the bull's cock, and she wanted to cum more than she wanted anything else, finally able to connect to this bliss and lose herself.

With a confident slam forward, the bull let the pleasure consume him, a groaning, aching rush of satisfaction that had him burying his hips forward and sinking his cock deep into Haru's cunt, filling her with all the cum he could muster. Groaning, rocking, giving himself in to this pleasure, he knew he was able to make the most of this, and the sounds she made were of mindless, shaky pleasure that consumed her so completely it stopped seeming fair or sane. Haru came hard for him, just as expected, and then slumped down in a shaky, electrified burn of wild, hungry need. She felt incredible, and as he held her there, she shook in the dizzier need to lose herself. 'So good," she whimpered.

"That's right," the bull said. "Get your feet down so you don't drop when I pull out."

Haru nodded and shook and tired her best to bring her feet to the ground, but did not have anywhere near enough balance when he slipped out of her, making her lean back against the tree for stability. She didn’t need to worry about holding herself up for long, though, because Makoto was quickly thrown onto the pile, shoved forward up against her girlfriend and claimed from behind.

"Breed me breed me breed m--mmph!" Makoto's frantic screed didn't last, silenced by Haru pulling her into a kiss while the wild strokes reamed the fat-assed girl from behind. Makoto was stuck sandwiched between them now, and it was precisely where she wanted to be, caught up in all this attention and burning decadence, a sloppy rush of all the pleasures she needed to give up to completely. It felt too good, all inviting her deep into the excitement and smouldering fascination of losing herself to what she craved most. It felt too good, like everything was finally coming together.

A week of fucking this bull non-stop fed now into complete surrender to the idea of letting him knock them up. It wasn't even something they had to think about, the unhesitating beauty and obsession of letting him do this to them. They were lost to this hunger, so deeply entrenched now in pleasures that became too much to think about, and each second ticking away felt like the freedom they needed, a chance to fully unravel for this attention, for the pleasure and the greed that hit her so hard. Makoto threw herself back into the needy and urgent bliss with less and less control, eager to lose herself and stop thinking for the sake of utter surrender to this indulgence. She needed it so badly, and she couldn’t even begin to pretend she was able to hold it together. Her hips slammed back, big butt crashing against the bull's lap while his cock filled her cunt up to the brim with all of his cock.

Her hands settled onto Haru's body, fondling and groping her girlfriend, accepting the position in between them, allowing these burning passions to become even more senseless and frustrating, a burn of obsession she felt overjoyed to be losing herself to in full. Makoto couldn’t stay quiet even with the kiss locking her in; she felt happier, hotter, hungrier, melted into the state of gooey obsession and frustration that begged her to just let everything fucking go, and she was utterly without restraint in surrendering to it. She needed it too badly for that, allowing her thoughts to become mad ecstasy and to tear across her in a singular fit of pure joy. Haru offered her a good balance to press back against, throwing all caution away for the sake of deeper, hotter indulgence, and she knew that surrender was rapidly becoming something it felt too good not to give herself to completely. The pleasure was there, and she felt it impossible to contain herself now; Makoto needed this.

The bull needed it too, smacking her ass while he hammered so harshly forward. "You should take up your sister's offer, so the next time I'm in Japan I can see a spade on this perfect ass." The pleasure carried him on in the fit of pure obsession and desire he wanted to roll with, needing to see how far he could take this, growing hotter and hungrier with each shove forward. He didn't want to let up on her, pursuing all of the sloppiest and most reckless of delights, burning with pleasure he knew he could commit harder and harder to in the name of sending her crashing over the line. There was no resisting the pure pleasure Makoto succumbed to, the wilder pleasure and deeper fever she was able to surrender completely to now. Tireless thrusts carried the bull forward in a fit of wild satisfaction, the messier and greedier excitement he was happy to really commit to. It felt too fucking good, the brilliance and passion of these obsessive lusts, something to really commit himself to as he proved himself so fucking unstoppable.

Makoto was louder, needier, committing to the utterly outrageous obsession of these deeper lusts, pleasure pulsing across her without a care for anything but the joy of losing herself. Uncontrollable passion and deeper obsession invited her to lose it all now. So much gooey pleasure overwhelmed her, the deeper lust and obsession of deeper excitement, the madder excitement she couldn't possibly ignore. She loved everything about the pulsing ecstasy and obsession that kept herd active and overwhelmed, the deep excitement that didn't leave her with much room for anything but pure obsession. She melted into this madness, loving the wild pleasure that hit her harder, a wilder indulgence completely senseless and confused now. Makoto loved every second of getting drilled into, the deeper obsession of her interracial bliss, with Makoto seeking the wicked bliss of flaunting bliss, the wilder hunger and the fierce joy she was prepared to commit to fully.

Yanking on her hair to break her out of the kiss, the bull loomed over her. "Beg for it like your sister would."

"Please knock me up with a little black bastard to make my useless Asian boyfriend have to raise!" she squealed. The words were so simple to say in the throes of this pleasure, so deep into the madness and obsession of just having to lose herself. Makoto came so hard, screaming out in the dark of the park at night, letting the pleasure consume her with obsessive sweeps of surging ecstasy, a delight and a fever she was ready to give in to fully, unable to control the madder indulgence that brought her this satisfaction She loved every second of giving in to all of it, awash in the burning realization of all the pleasures she couldn’t do anything but accept completely. It felt too good, like she was opening up now to the grandest of satisfaction, and there was nothing she needed more than this moment to simply fall to fucking pieces. There was something so beautiful and erratic about losing all control like this, the hotter indulgence and satisfaction he was able to coax from them.

"On your knees," he told them both, and the girls dropped down in an instant, Makoto's legs nearly giving out. The bull faced them with his huge cock, and they knew their role immediately, deeper obsession and mad pleasure, embracing the sloppiness and frustration of giving in to this. They got to work at sloppy and confused fever, an obsessive satisfaction that could only be tended to by worshiping his cock. Their mouths latched onto it, flaunting just how well trained they were, obedience and obsession and ab broken surrender to push them to want to give in completely to this, and it just felt too grand now for them to do anything but give in to this.

Sloppy aggression started them up with burning desire, a delight and an excitement that became absolutely too much to deal with. The pleasure swept across them, deeper indulgence and satisfaction to give in to now. Haru and Makoto’s mouths got to work t tending to the fat, black cock they had been seeded cum, cum dripping out of their well fucked holes while they praised him orally, giving in to the obsessive and dizzying passion they needed, allowing all this wicked satisfaction to become their undoing. It felt too good to do anything else, embracing the demand and allowing pleasure to carry them deeper. It was too good, too wicked, too perfect. Even sucking his cock was amazing, and they were needy to the point of losing their minds while licking and kissing all over the bull's mighty shaft.

'Cock worship' was an easy thing to say they were doing, but never before had they felt quite so committed to true worship. To reverence. TO the idea that what stood before them was special in ways so far beyond what they had felt before, the burning obsession and ecstasy smouldering within them while they laid all their praise upon his shaft. They felt it burn with unstoppable glee through them, the most obsessive and most outrageous of pleasures taking deeper root now, inviting them to have to give in completely to this lust. It was all just too good, demanding that the pleasure become their undoing and that they embrace that which no longer made any fucking sense. There was simply too much satisfaction here, the burning excitement of needing to lose control and needing to accept these madder joys.

Haru grabbed his cock and sucked it down her throat first, her eyes going wide and her body shuddering with joy while she clogged up her breathing with black dick and let the pleasure sweep hotter through her. Her head bobbed madly back and forth, drool dripping down her chin while she gave sloppy head to her bull right there in the park, loving the rawness behind it and the overbearing obsession that left her feeling utterly incredible. She had no control over it, no thoughts, no restraint. She just craved black dick, and she was happy to gorge herself on it, to slam down and keep up the pace of sloppier and more obsessive joy. She couldn't contain the lusts ripping through her, couldn't slow down the pace that felt better and better the more she let it take her down. She just needed it!

But she also needed to share, pulling back from his dick holding guiding it toward Makoto's mouth, slapping his dick down on her outstretched tongue before letting her girlfriend slurp it down just as hard and just as hungrily. The storm of mad desire kept everyone involved melting into hotter pleasure, having a blast with these outrageous attentions and the sloppier lust to continue to chase. Makoto gagged him down just as hard, in a fit of wild satisfaction while she revered his cock with unstoppable passion, a deeper desire carrying her to keep losing herself. It all felt so fucking good, guiding her to have to lose her thoughts and lose all control to these insistent feelings, the burning and outrageous obsession that made her head spin harder. Makoto was ready to do her best with this, prepared to face these feelings and to simply let go of herself, unashamed of the depths she was sinking in to and just how mad they were getting.

Both girls threw themselves with all they had into this lust, committed with unstoppable joy to simply losing control to all of this. They felt happily lost to this pleasure, needing to submit with deeper indulgence to the outrageous and the obsessive. They felt too good, taking turns passing his cock back and forth, but also just sharing in messy kisses together.

"You sluts are down on your knees in the first for me. For black cock. You'll never be able to enjoy a day out to the park like this again." The bull boasted his way through seeing them staring up at him with their needy eyes and their hungry delights. The girls looked so powerless, cut off from any semblance of dignity or sense now while they revered his cock, embracing so many feelings that all bore down wilder and hotter upon them. These two sluts had sold out so much to get his cock, and they weren't ashamed of throwing themselves even deeper into the calamity and the chaos, proving with each passing second just how madly obsessed they were with his cock. They moaned and they slobbered all over it, focused on him and on making him feel good, always ready to meet whatever he asked of them. He'd trained them well over the past week for this, and the moment to indulge was finally here, the grand payoff to utter depravity.

"Cum all over us!" they gasped, begging with overlapping glee and dizzy delight, throbbing in pure satisfaction and eager to surrender to all of these ideas. There was no sweeter a bliss than that, the satisfaction they were happy to really commit to. Pure surrender and indulgence got the better of them, smouldering delight unraveling whatever lingering shreds of decency remained. They took him on, and they weren't ashamed of how much of a grand, gooey mess they could offer themselves up with. It all just felt too good for them to worry now about fucking any of that. There became nothing to do but fully give in, commitment and obsession unraveling them both as they locked their fingers around his cock and begged for him to blast rope all over them again, shivering through the hazy glee and the burning, unrelenting bliss of just letting him do whatever he fucking wanted to them.

Hot ropes of jizz splattered across Makoto and Haru's faces. The girls gave up to the wild thrill and throb of wilder pleasure, a greater sort of insanity they were able to fully submit to, burning with outrageous and wicked need while they got the grand mess made of them. They wanted it so badly, and the bull was eager to oblige, hitting them with a massive facial that they could moan in appreciation for, utterly fixated on how in control he remained, coolly and confidently doing whatever he damn well pleased to the girls while they fell progressively deeper into obsession with him on the final moments of his presence here.

"Let's walk," the bull said. More orders. Direct and purposeful, he knew what he was doing and where he wanted to take them, and like they had from the very beginning, all Haru or Makoto could do was follow the strange magnetism he had about him and let him order them around some more. Fixated and obedient, they did exactly as they were told and gave up to this pleasure by letting him lead them off to where they wanted to be most: by his side. He got his hands onto their asses again, but this time, they walked down the park path not only naked, but with cum leaking out of their cunts and worn all over their face. True sluts marked up by their bull and led along the path.

It was late enough for there to be almost no people, but 'almost' no people was still very different from no people. They did pass some late joggers and some very startled people on the way. Ren often propositioned the people who came across them and offered his girls up to them. The bull had no such interest, groping his playthings in front of them as a means of power play, one that further excited and overwhelmed them. They were on display, feeling like meat, feeling powerless, feeling so horny they were going to fucking break.

And yet all the bull did was lead them along. Down the path, walking with the cum and the cool air and the feeling that they were his playthings. His cum continued to leak out of them, and they were stunned by just how big their creampies were, shaken to the core by realizations and obsessions that left them in a fit of mad passion, unable to comprehend just how deep these insanities ran. They felt incredible, and they were only hungry for more of it, unsure how to process these feelings and not wanting to let anything get in the way of the deeper indulgence that rocked them. They were obsessed and overwhelmed and felt so fucking good, and there was no escaping that fact.

"You have given me the best week I could've had," he told them. "Your bodies are perfect, your friends are crazy sluts, and your cuck boyfriend is pathetic. Couldn't have asked for a better pair of sluts to make mine. But I've got places to go now, and I think it's time I left you girls to go running back to the cuck." He gave both girls a final pair of smacks across the ass.

"Wait, here?" gasped Haru.

"You're not even going to take us back to the hotel to get dressed?"

"No, come by tomorrow for your stuff." The bull pulled away and headed back down the path in the other direction, leaving Makoto and Haru both stunned by the audacity behind it. He left them there in nothing but their shoes. It was one final disrespect, one final moment of powered over them. It was late, it was dark, and they were stuck in the park now, naked and having to find a way back to somewhere. It didn't scare them, though,. They’d be fine. It turned them on something fucking fierce to have him deliver this one final blow to their dignity, and to leave them scrambling about in search of a way to get in touch with Ren or get home.

Eventually, they sucked off a guy to borrow his phone, and Ren rushed over to the park as fast as he could with some clothes for them both. He brought them home, a bit touch-starved and a bit overwhelmed, and to his girlfriends' credit, they were happy to drop most of the cuck stuff real quickly and focus on what mattered: giving their man some of the best reunion sex he could have asked for.
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Their week with the bull changed a lot about their relationship, but not its openness, and certainly not their love for Ren. He was the most forgiving and most understanding boyfriend, and they fucked like animals even still. Sometimes even more when Makoto would invite Sae over to take some black cocks in front of him and she'd play at getting all mean toward him. Ren wasn't even exactly opposed to the tattoo offer Sae would push into her sister's face every time. The interracial spice added some insane colour to the relationship and to the ideas behind it, and he was happy to lean into them. His porn tastes changed real hard, but that all seemed pretty acceptable, too, something to continue to savour while they explored this new territory together.

Over the months to come, Makoto and Haru realized they were in fact very pregnant, and everyone knew in their hearts who the father was. Ren wasn’t the least bit deterred by any of it. No, with the steady flow now of private videos he got from his other friends, he did seem a bit more into seeing his girlfriends taking black cock specifically, and certainly liked it a bit more when he was forced to watch instead of partake, called a cuck in the process. But he did still like the normal action of spitroasting Makoto with a jogger or fucking Haru's tits after a bunch of guys used them. Everything settled into normalcy, into the idea that this was okay, that the three were still in love and still secure in that love, so the rest didn't matter. The rest was just something to live through and get off to, keeping up an attitude healthy enough that they all felt certain they could face anything if they really wanted to. It was perfect, and it wasn't a problem they couldn't face.

"Maybe once we give birth, we'll head over to American and get knocked up again," Haru teased at one point in the middle of sex and Ren went a bit crazy. There was absolutely no denying the impact they had on him.

Fucked up part was, he was kind of looking forward to the kids.
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It was two years after the visit from the bull down to the day. Haru and Makoto had no idea it was the case while they hung around downtown, out in the city and having a nice time just as girlfriends. Ren was watching the babies to let them have a nice day out, and indeed, the kids came out black. A boy and a girl who were not Ren's children by birth, but he was happy to raise them regardless. Two moms and a 'dad' for their black bastards. It was all so insane sounding, but it was precisely the sort of energy the couple needed and thrived under. It all felt normal by now to them, a groove everyone was part of and everyone was happy to be involved in, and there was nothing to do but accept it, to work with it, to thrive under what it did for them together. It was all so beautiful, and it left them ready to give in to the enjoining satisfaction of what their lives had become.

"I needed that lunch," sighed Makoto, stepping out of the restaurant with her arm locked in Haru's. "It was so quiet in there!"

"We need to go out on these little dates more often," Haru remarked, happy to be part of something that felt so relaxing. It was a day out, sure, but the cost of taking care of their kids made things a lot more straining than they necessarily had to be, and the sheer weight of being able to just avoid those concerns let them feel something greatly needed: peace.

What neither expected was the surprise coming up behind them, hands grabbing their asses and a familiar but long-missed voice going, "Did I knock you up, and is my cuck watching my kids right now?"

Neither girl knew what to say, melting into the familiar, strong hands of their heavyset bull, who they had no idea was on their side of the world again. They were awestruck, shaken, melting into obedience and turning around to bury him under sloppy, slutty kisses. They didn't hold back their appreciation or their adoration, surprised but eager to give in to whatever he wanted. Putty in his hands.

"The cuck is watching them," Haru moaned. "I had a boy, Makoto had a girl, they're--"

"I don't really care," he replied. "Not my problem to raise, that's the cuck's job." Both girls shook a little bit as he said it, finding his confidence to be outrageous. "I didn't think I'd run in to you two sluts again; I'm on vacation again, and figured I’d look for some more Japanese girls to steal away from their men and knock up, but I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the two of you."

"We never thought we'd see you again," Makoto said. "Or your cock..."

His smile widened. "I can fix that for the two of you, if you wanted.” He watched as the two wide-eyed Japanese girls reached their hands down over his lap, hiding with their bodies crowding in close that they were going for his loins. They grabbed hopelessly at where they knew his cock would be, and even just slipping their hands along his lap to feel the outline of it half-hard in his pants was enough to make them dizzily recall their past adventures.

So much came rushing back at once, an almost impossible to resist burn of excitement and desire that left them both burning. They’d fucked lots of black guys in the two years since that week, but something about the magnetism he held over them, the confidence and the firmness with which he spoke and ordered them around… All of the intoxicating excitements of what they’d done came rushing back to them, made them dizzy, made them horny. Their hands idly slipped into his pants on pure impulse, sliding toward the desire to jerk him off right there on the street corner.

The only thing that shook them out of it was the sudden boom of thunder overhead, that made them gasp and recoil back, surprised and embarrassed.

“Looks like the weather’s about to get pretty bad. Come back to my hotel with me, you can pick up where you left off up there, and see if your cuck feels like taking care of my kids himself all week, while I pump you full of new ones.”
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Ren put down little Hitomi for her nap and heaved a sigh, leaving her and her brother in the cribs with the baby monitor while he headed off to go sink into the relaxation of taking a break. The babies were a bit of a handful, but he wanted the girls to enjoy a nice date day out. It was fine. He was able to handle it, a happy and proud father readily doing his part to take care of them, and all he needed to do was work through it. With the babies asleep, he felt like he could take a nap, too. He headed off to the bedroom, figuring he could snoozed the afternoon away until Makoto and Haru got back.

He sank his way into bed, only for his phone to buzz to life. Ren groaned, wondering if it was the girls warning him they'd be coming home earlier. He could see the weather getting pretty bad outside, and he worried it might dampen their date,

What he got instead was a picture of Haru slammed down onto a huge, black cock while Makoto leaned in to get a selfie with the penetration, captioned with, "Guess who we ran into!"

A video followed featuring Haru's wild moans and Makoto moaning, "We're going to come home pregnant all over again, get ready, Ren!"

Ren was ready. Ren was so fucking ready, and he whipped his cock out, ready to relive what had started his interracial cuckolding obsession, and hopefully to expand their happy family even further out.