Asian slut Akiko gets a white bump

As two of my very pregnant girls explained the playground rules, Akiko (my Asian order) quickly grasped them. Akiko looked at those massive, 8-month-swollen bellies and smiled, softly caressing them. She wondered how big she would get from my seed. She had resigned quickly to her fate and wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. I would be her first white cock. It would be a nice change, she thought. All those Japanese men she slept with were useless in bed. Not only because they had the penises of little boys, but they would shoot their little load by merely puffing at their tiny dicks. Akiko had heard good things about her new master; all the girls had confirmed that he had a big fat white cock with good staying power and two heavy, full balls—a big fat white cock with a good staying power and two heavy full balls to knock you up.

Akiko looked at herself in the large mirror, liking what she saw. Her long brown hair matched perfectly with her brown eyes, an opulent hourglass figure, and her magnificent 75E (34D) tits, and as she turned in front of the mirror, her ass had the same size as those magnificent boobs. Adding those full red lips with heavy lipstick, the package was very, very nice. No wonder those little Japanese businessmen with penises had come so quickly, as she would slowly undress for them. Many times, only undressing halfway had been enough to make them shoot their small load in their pants.

Now, for the first time, she was excited about a cock. She had stopped dating in Japan a year ago, each date being futile. In the small town where she lived, she would only find Japanese men, so dating made no sense. She had tried. And since she stopped dating more than a year ago, she stopped taking the pill too. It felt better anyway, having a natural cycle, sometimes her ovulation surprising her and making her horny, but those cucumbers always helped.

But the prospect of her Asian slit getting fucked by a large white cock made her dripping wet. Every girl in the village had confirmed it; he will fuck you like a machine.

She shivered again at the mere thought. Soon her white bull would take her Asian egg and breed her. Akiko was no fool; she knew her flat stomach would be soon gone, and automatically she rubbed herself there, enjoying the thought. And her tits would get even bigger too. And she was very fertile today. She just knew it. All the little signs—her horniness and the constant moisture of her pussy—indicated that she was ready to be jumped on without foreplay.

As she continued to daydream, she recalled the experience of being prepared for her first encounter with a white cock. The girl had shaven her pussy completely but left above it a nice triangle. After that first time, she shaved herself carefully every day. So different from those men back home, who preferred a bushy slit. And then they still didn´t stay hard. She thought. Both girls expertly fingered her soppy twat for at least an hour, not making her cum, keeping her on the edge. As she lay there with her legs wide open, tonguing the brunette who kept playing with her fully erect nipples, she begged to be released, but the girls ignored her pleas and suddenly stopped playing with her altogether and left her bedroom. From the sheer horniness, it took Akiko three hours to fall asleep.

I asked the girls how Akiko was doing, and they all replied with the same answer: She is ready for you.

“OK, thanks. Please wake her up at 5 PM and tell her to get ready for me. I want you to help her with that. I will visit my little Asian bride at 7 PM. "I told them.

Little was an understatement, I thought; together with Claire, she had the biggest tits of all.

Akiko was still daydreaming a bit as the two pregnant women, who had fingered her so well, showed up at her bedroom door. They were both smiling happily at her. This is it, she thought; I will finally taste white cock.

“Can you help me get ready?” She asked them, and they both nodded, one of them showing the famous shaver. She smiled. Akiko grinned.

“Will you finger me a little bit?”

“Of course!” the brunette answered. "We need to inspect the merchandise, don’t we, Giselle?”

“Yes, my dear Veronica, some licking is needed here.” Giselle replied, smiling, showing her beautiful white teeth.

“Thank you, Giselle. How is your baby bump?” Akiko asked her as she caressed the swollen stomach of Giselle.

“Good, thanks for asking! It is now four months, and all is well, my stomach stretching a bit more each week.”

“And your titties are bigger, right?” Akiko smiled as she lifted them both in her hands, weighing them.

“Much bigger!” Giselle replied. “And sometimes they already leak milk for my baby.”

“Or for me?” Akiko teased.

“For the both of you!” Giselle answered excitedly, right away taking those swollen tits out of her bra so she could offer them to the girls.

Both Veronica and Akiko quickly sat on their knees at the end of the bed, their wide-open mouths ready to suck on those beautiful teats. Just as Akiko was about to suck on one beautiful tit, Giselle told her not to forget the rules of the house.

“And that is?” Akiko asked, irritated by the delay and giving her a pouting face.

“You have to suck Veronica's tits too.”

…

Looking back at how I met Giselle, it made me smile. Giselle was a special case.

The first time I saw her, she was walking along the road as I was driving on as I was going into town to buy supplies. It was summer, and the African sun was scorching hot, making it almost unbearable to be outside, unless you were driving and the wind would cool you down.

She must have been barely 18 but already had a sexy woman's figure. Just like all Black African women, she was small, perhaps 5.2 ft (1.6 m), with pitch-black hair and brown eyes to lose yourself in. Her butt beautifully matched her tits' size. Her pear-shaped tits were perhaps a 34D, and she had a slender hour-glass figure. She was not entirely Black but a nice mix of perhaps 70% Black and 30% White.

She wore a simple black T-shirt and cut-off jeans, which made it easy for me to judge if I would make her my next slut.

I stopped my Jeep beside her and asked her through the open window if I could give her a ride. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and gave me a knowing smile. Giselle already knew at her young age that white men do not offer anything unless they get to fuck you. She had always refused all those offers, thus remaining a virgin, but today the sun was getting at her. And she was horny, without a reason.

Well, Giselle knew very well the reason; a good friend of hers from New York had explained to her all the “womanly things," such as the monthly bleeding, the possible cramps just before that bleeding, how humans reproduce, who hunts and who builds a nest, and that often ovulating would make a woman be “in heat."

Oh, Giselle knew she was very “in heat” today. Very, very. A lot, to be honest. She even caught herself looking longer than usual at the guys from the construction site she just walked past. There was a weird sexual hunger inside her today, and she was not sure if she could resist it if the right man came along.

And now this white guy spoke to her. He only offered her a ride, but for horny Giselle, this was a kind of flirting. And she teased him as she answered him before she could stop herself.

“What can I ride, stranger?” She softly replied, her eyes locking with mine.

“Anything you like.” I smiled, teasing her.

“Are you going to let a Black girl ride with you without introducing yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Will I be safe with you, Mister?”

“Not entirely.”

Giselle smiled and felt her pussy get moist. Her brain was doing overtime. If she would get into his car, he would stop somewhere in the shade and fuck her on the flatbed of his jeep. If she didn’t get in, she was doomed to keep walking in this heat.

“Do you have AC?”

“Yes.”

Giselle nodded, smiled at me, and for the price of AC, she got in to get fucked by me.

…

As both Veronica and Giselle were preparing Akiko for me, Giselle didn’t even have the manners to first kiss or finger Akiko a little bit and dock her mouth straight in Akiko’s honey pot.

Veronica loved what she was seeing; those big Black lips of Giselle clamping on that yellowish-beige Asian pussy made her shiver. Akiko was writhing from pleasure under Giselle's experienced mouth. Veronica knew all too well what she was capable of. They shared a large cabin, and each night Giselle would crawl in between her legs, which she would open wide for her.

Veronica was three months pregnant and didn’t have a big baby bulge yet. As she lay on her back, she lifted her head and could watch in between her breasts how Giselle was punishing her pussy with her tongue. Giselle had both her hands on her thighs, making sure she was wide open for her. The sight of the Black hands on both Veronica's white thighs almost made her cum.

Veronica was from the Ukraine, and they didn’t have many Black folks there. She had met perhaps one or two once in her entire 24 years. She lusted after Giselle and her skilled tongue from the very beginning. Veronica herself was taller than Giselle but had slightly smaller breasts (34C). Her blue eyes combined with her brown hair gave her a killer look.

…

Slowly I began to think that my camp was a lesbian camp, seeing how the girls would munch on each other's pussies.

…

Preparing Akiko didn’t take long. Same as the choice of lingerie. Akiko looked more sexual without it. Make-up, mascara, and a whorish lipstick would be enough, they all agreed on.

At the end, my Asian slut walked into my cabin, and as she stood in the doorway, she was only wearing high heels and makeup, the rest of her young, 22-year-old juicy body on full display. She took a wide stance, placing her hands on her hips, challenging me to fuck her good. From where I was seated, I could see her protruding pussy lips and the dripping wetness of her cunt.

She stood there a moment, letting me drink her in. That was the thing about Akiko that the other girls hadn't quite expected—the shyness of a small-town Japanese girl had burned off somewhere in the last twenty-four hours, and what walked into my cabin was a woman who had decided to enjoy her fate. Her nipples were already hard, dark little peaks on those heavy 75E breasts, and they swayed with her weight as she crossed the room. Not once did she look at the floor.

"You have been waiting for me," she said. It wasn't a question.

"Since the day I bought you."

She liked that. Her lips curled, that thick red lipstick making her mouth look like a wound, and she reached up and undid nothing at all, because there was nothing to undo. High heels, mascara, and red lips. That was the whole outfit.

She pushed me back onto the mattress with one small hand flat against my chest, and I let her. That surprised her, I think—that I didn't grab her, roll her, or mount her like the other girls expected. No. Tonight she wanted to be the one who did the taking, and I had all night to teach her what happened to girls who got ideas.

She straddled my hips, knees wide, and the heat of her cunt landed on the underside of my shaft like a pressed coal. Wet. Not damp, wet, the kind of wet that had been building for three days of edging by Veronica's fingers and Giselle's tongue. She ground her hips forward once, dragging her slit along the length of me, and her breath caught.

"Ohh… so big," she whispered, half to herself. "So thick."

She lifted up onto her knees, reached back, and took me in her hand. Small fingers, pale against the fat white shaft, and she steered the head of me up between her lips. She held it there, teasing herself, letting the blunt crown kiss her entrance, and then she did something that made my hands grip the sheets.

She looked me dead in the eye.

And she sank down.

Slow. Deliberate. One long, unhurried descent, her jaw going slack as she impaled herself inch by inch on my cock. The first stretch pulled a shudder out of her and a soft, cracked moan, and she didn't stop, didn't flinch, just kept going down and down until her thighs were flush against my hips and her ass settled onto my balls. She took the whole length in one stroke, like she was proving something.

"Fff… fuck," she breathed. "You are inside my belly."

She stayed there a moment, impaled, adjusting. Her cunt clutched at me in little pulses, gripping and releasing, learning the shape of me. Her belly was flat against mine, and I could feel the head of my cock pressed up hard behind her navel. That was the thing about a small Asian girl—there's nowhere for a big white cock to go except up into the soft wall of her stomach.

She began to move.

Not fast. That was the point. Akiko rode me with the patience of a woman who had spent a year with boys who finished in three minutes, and she was going to take her time with a real one. She lifted until only the head stayed inside her, holding it there, her face tight with the effort of not dropping, and then she slid back down, slow, feeling every ridge of me drag along the front wall of her cunt. Down to the hilt. Pause. A slow grind of her hips. Then up again.

"Uhn… uhn… yes…" she hummed with each stroke, that small voice gone breathy and low. Her tits were right in front of me now, swinging with the rhythm, those hard dark nipples cutting through the air, and every time she dropped onto me, they bounced and settled and bounced again. I reached up and took one, thumb dragging across the stiff peak, and her whole body clenched around me.

"Ahh—!" Her eyes flew open. "They are so—sensitive—"

"Keep going."

She did. She found her rhythm, hands braced on my chest, hips rolling in slow figure-eights, grinding down and around every time she bottomed out. She was sopping—I could hear it, that wet slapping sound growing louder, and feel the slick running down over my balls and between her thighs. Her mouth had fallen open, lipstick smeared at the corners, and she kept moaning the same word over and over like a prayer.

"Thick—you're so thick—uh—thick—"

She was in heat, genuinely in heat, and it was pouring out of her. Her skin had gone flushed down to her chest. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful. Every time the head of me knocked that spot up inside her, she'd shudder and lose the rhythm for a stroke, then find it again, stubborn, refusing to give up control.

"You are not going to cum yet," she told me, panting. "Not yet. I want to feel you for a long time. Long time."

She leaned forward, changing the angle, and this time when she sank down, she did it with her full weight, driving me up into the soft mouth of her womb, and she let out a real cry—high, surprised, delighted—and ground there, grinding, grinding, letting the thickness of me press and stretch her while she chased something she could feel building low in her belly.

"This is what I needed," she gasped against my mouth. "A white cock. A real cock. Inside me. Ahh—I can feel you in my throat—"

Her hips picked up, just barely, still slow but harder now, and I knew she was close. Her cunt was fluttering around me in tight little grabs, and she was looking at me with those brown eyes wide and glossy, riding me like it was the last cock on earth, sinking down on me again and again, deliberate, in control, taking every inch of her first white man all the way to the root.

And I let her. For now.

She kept me buried to the root and started working me with her hips instead of her knees—short, tight little grinds, her pelvis rolling against mine in slow circles, and every rotation dragged her clit across the base of my shaft while the whole length of me stayed jammed up against the front wall of her cunt. She'd found the spot. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Mmh… mmh…" she hummed, eyes half-closed, that red mouth slack. "Like this. Like this."

Her pussy was working me like it had a job. Not just gripping—milking. Every time she ground down, the muscles deep inside her flexed in slow waves, pulling from the base up toward the head, like she was trying to draw something out of me, and every time she lifted those same muscles, they relaxed and let me slide back down into a warm, soaking fist. She had no idea what she was doing technically. Her body just knew. A fertile little Asian cunt that had been empty for a year, and it was doing its best to keep a big white cock where it wanted it.

She'd press her clit flat against me and hold it there, grinding, grinding, breathing through her nose, and the slick just kept coming—I could feel it running down over my balls, dripping onto the sheets under us, and every downward push made that obscene wet squelch loud enough to fill the whole cabin. She liked the sound. Her breath hitched every time it happened.

"Listen to me," she whispered, and then she proved it—lifted and dropped hard, once, twice, and the slap of her wet thighs rang out, and she laughed, breathless. "You hear? That is your cock in my cunt. That is the sound of a white bull fucking an Asian girl."

Her tits hung right over my face now, heavy and swaying, the nipples so hard and dark they looked carved. She dipped one down to my mouth, and I caught it, and the second my lips closed on it, she let out a long, shuddering sigh, and her whole pussy clamped down on me so hard I nearly finished right there. She held my head there, one small hand in my hair, and rode me while I sucked, grinding slow and steady, using my mouth on her nipple like it was connected straight to her cunt by a wire.

"Aahh… yes… keep… keep that…" she sighed, that soft rising note at the end of every breath. She was dripping now, genuinely, her thighs slicked all the way down, and she reached back with one hand and spread herself wider where we were joined so she could feel the stretch of me at the rim.

"So thick," she moaned, almost dreamy. "So thick it makes me full. Full here—" she pressed her belly, "—and here." She pressed two fingers to the top of her cunt and rubbed slow circles over her clit while she fucked herself on me, and that was it; that was the picture—a 22-year-old girl taking her first white cock, one hand on her own belly, two fingers on her own clit, riding me at her own pace like I was a toy she'd been saving up for.

She changed tempo again. Slower. Crueler to herself. She'd pull almost all the way off—just the head stretching her lips—and hang there, quivering, thighs burning, sighing through it, and then let herself sink back down in one long delicious slide, feeling every inch of me push the walls of her open. Down, down, down, until her ass met my balls with a soft slap. And every time she bottomed out, she'd pause and just breathe, impaled, letting the thickness sit inside her and stretch her while she got used to it again.

"Ohhh… ohhh… it is so deep…" she'd sigh. "It touches the top of me. It touches where the baby will grow."

She was talking herself into it, and I could see it working. Her eyes had gone glassy. She was grinding on me now in earnest, hard little circles, both hands flat on my chest, using my cock like a pole to swing her hips around, chasing her own pleasure and taking it, not asking, and her cunt was squeezing in fast rhythmic pulses, up and up and up, her breath coming in quick little huffs through her nose, that red mouth open, tits shaking, sweat on her collarbone.

"Ah—ah—ah—don't move, don't move, let me—" and she drove down hard, buried me to the root, ground her clit against my pelvis, and just shuddered there, grinding through it, and came with a long broken sigh that turned into a moan, her pussy clenching and rippling around my cock in waves, milking, milking, soaking us both.

She rode the last of it out, slow, hips still rolling, sighing, her head tipped back, and when she finally opened her eyes, she looked down at me with that smeared red smile.

"I am not finished with you," she said. "You are still hard inside me. Good. Now you can move."

She was still grinding slow little circles on me, savoring it, when I decided I'd had enough of being ridden.

I got a fistful of that long brown hair and the other hand flat on her hip, and I rolled us both over in one motion—staying buried the whole way, so she felt me turn inside her, the head of me dragging a slow half-circle across her front wall while she scrambled to get her arms under her. She landed on her back with a gasp, and I was already on top of her, both her thighs shoved up and open, her heels hooked in the air, and I hadn't slipped out once. She looked up at me with those wide brown eyes like she'd just realized what she'd gotten herself into.

"Ah—wait—" she breathed, but her cunt was already clamping down on me, greedy, welcoming. She wasn't asking me to wait. She was warning herself.

So I fucked her.

Not slow anymore. I pulled back until just the head stayed in and drove home in one long stroke, all the way to the root, and her whole body jolted up the mattress. Then again. Then again. I found a rhythm fast and heavy and kept it, hips snapping, my balls slapping wet against her ass with every stroke, and each time I bottomed out, the head of my cock punched up hard against the soft mouth of her womb, and she let out a sharp little cry like I'd knocked the air out of her.

"Ah!—ah!—ohhh—" Her hands flew up and grabbed my forearms, nails biting in. "Yes—yes—like that—"

Her tits were bouncing hard now; that heavy sway turned into a violent shake, the dark nipples whipping side to side, and I ducked my head and took one in my mouth and sucked it while I pounded her, and she screamed—a real one this time, thin and high—and her pussy gushed a fresh slick all over my shaft, so wet it started foaming white where we joined.

"Good boy," she whispered. Right up against my ear. Voice shot, breathless, half-croaked. "Good boy. Just like that. Fuck your little Asian slut. Do me."

That went straight down my spine. I picked the pace up again, harder, and she took it—legs wide, cunt open, everything on offer. Her pussy was pistoning along my cock now, gripping on the way out like it didn't want to let me go and sucking me back in on the way down, over and over, a tight wet sleeve working me stroke for stroke. Every time I slammed in, she'd clench and ripple and moan that low cracked moan, and every time I pulled out, she'd clutch at the empty air and whimper for it back.

"Do me—do me—ah—harder, please—" She was babbling now, that little-girl English falling apart. " Fill me—you are so deep—I feel you in my stomach—ah, ah, don't stop, don't you dare stop—"

Her cunt was talking to me. That's the only way to put it. Fast little flutters when I hit the deep spot, a slow squeeze when I ground there, and a long rippling contraction every few strokes that felt like she was trying to pull the cum right out of me. She reached down between us and found her clit and rubbed it fast, matching my rhythm, and her eyes rolled back.

"I'm going to—again—oh—" she gasped, and her heels dug into my back, and she came on me with a long, shuddering sob, cunt milking in hard waves, soaking my thighs, and she kept saying it through it—"good boy, good boy, good boy"—while I kept right on hammering her through the aftershocks, deep, hard, steady, in and out of that wet, willing cunt, the slap and squelch and her moans filling the cabin.

She'd stopped being in control about thirty seconds in. But she was still getting exactly what she came here for.

She was still trembling through the last of it when I felt it start—that tight, drawing pull low in my gut, the one that says there's no stopping now. I buried myself to the root and held it there, grinding, and let her cunt work the last of it out of me.

"Ahk— Akiko—" was all I managed.

And then I came.

The first shot hit her deep and hard, right up against the mouth of her womb, and I felt her whole body seize around me. The second came right behind it, and the third, thick and hot, pumping in long heavy pulses into that tight fertile little cunt, and every pulse dragged a broken sound out of her like I was ringing a bell.

"Oh—ohh—" Her voice cracked. She went rigid under me, head thrown back, mouth open, and her hands clawed at my back.

She felt it. All of it. That's the thing she'll remember. Not the cock, not the stretch—this. The sudden flood of heat spreading deep inside her, filling her up where it matters, in the place that decides things. She went still and quiet and just felt it happening to her.

"Ahh… it's warm…" she whispered, barely audible, eyes closed. "You are… you are filling me up. So much. So much of you."

She pressed her own hand flat on her lower belly and held it there while I kept coming, spilling into her in slow heavy waves, and she made a sound like she might cry. Then she did.

"Oh… ohh… a bastard baby," she choked out, and I don't think she even knew which word she wanted, only that it was true. "You—you put a bastard baby in me. Ohh, yes, put it in me, all of it, don't waste it—"

Her legs came up and locked behind my back, ankles crossed, heels dug into my ass, holding me in. Not letting her breeder go. She rocked her hips up into me in tiny desperate little pulses, working the last drops out of my cock, squeezing and squeezing like she could milk the very last of it up into her womb by will alone.

"Stay," she panted. "Stay inside. Don't you pull out. Not yet. Keep it in me."

She lay there under me, sweating, flushed down to her chest, with that smeared red lipstick all over her mouth, and slowly a smile spread across her face—dazed and a little drunk with it.

"I am a mommy now," she breathed, more to herself than to me. Then her eyes found mine, glassy and bright. "I am a mommy now."

She ground down on me one more time, feeling the full, plugged stretch of me inside her, her own cum-soaked cunt holding all of mine where it belonged.

"I am an Asian whore now," she said, hips rolling, sighing the words out on a soft high note. "With your baby. Oh—ah—ah."

And she pulled me down onto her, held me tight between those soft thighs, and kept me right where I was—deep inside her, breeding her, both of us still joined and breathing hard, while somewhere down in that small tight cunt of hers my seed was already swimming toward her egg.

To be continued.