Certified BWC

It all ended when Demian finished the third load in examiner's mouth. Then he felt his balls drained enough for another stroll.

"How did I do?" asked the Griferson, looking at the Japanese woman's cum-ravaged face. Demian always had quite a large load; at university, Japanese students loved to bring him their bento boxes in the hopes of getting one or two loads in his mouth.

They called it the best milkshake of their lives.

"You did great," the Japanese woman said, swallowing another stream of cum. Her lips, nose, mouth, cheeks, forehead—her entire face was smeared with the guy's white fluids.

"I'll definitely add you to the BWC database. The license is ready to be issued. Shall we finish?"

"Yes, your mouth is nice and all, but I have a host family waiting, so let's leave it at that."

The Japanese slut didn't bother washing her face and went to the archives to get her license. When she returned handing it to Demian, she wished him fruitful communication with Japanese women.

"Can I call you if I want to fuck you?" Demian asked.

"Sorry, but as one of the BMAF department agents, I'm required to wear chastity belts to ensure my oral skills don't become dull and I don't get distracted at work. If you need a blow job or a cumshot, don't hesitate to call me. I'm a certified specialist, and like any Japanese woman, I know hundreds of other ways to satisfy you even without penetration."

After that, she handed over her business card.

"Should I walk you home, Demian-Sama?"

"I'll call a taxi, don't worry. See you soon, cocksucker."

"You do me an honor, Demian-Sama," she said, bowing deeply and not straightening her back, even as the guy turned and began to walk away.

She only raised her head a minute later, when the door closed.

The guy's journey to the host family was uneventful. He simply called a taxi and gave the address. But continuing his experiments, when ordering a taxi, Demian indicated that he was the owner of a license from the WMAF.

The Japanese women's perversions went beyond the general fetish; it was documented, had its own department, and even a service industry.

The taxi driver was a young Japanese woman, dyed blonde and wearing a light sundress that revealed her toned stomach.

The entire ride, she continued to slowly jerk him off while driving. She drove smoothly and carefully, just as she worked her hand.

She kept hinting at more, but Demian wasn't interested. He'd literally just fed a government employee sperm directly into the government employee's throat five minutes ago.

Arriving at the right address, Damian finally met the owner of the house where he was supposed to live.

This yet another eager Japanese girl greeted him at the door wearing a white bikini and a heavy white sundress, revealing her delicate white skin. She looked angelic.

"A nice view."

"Excuse me?" she asked, perplexed, batting her long eyelashes, pulling her sundress up slightly, hiding her plump breasts.

"I'll be staying here. I'm Damian Grifferson," he said, then showed his newly obtained license. Stepping inside, he said, "It's been a busy day. Could you prepare some food and a bath?"

She continued to look awkward, shy, and quiet. It was quite sweet. She let him inside.

Dinner passed quietly, conversation was impossible, as Griferson was actively eating to regain his energy for fucking this sweet and sexy woman.

She didn't have that MILF vibe; she'd long since left her youth behind, but her beauty showed no sign of fading. On the contrary, it seemed at its peak. She looked young, maybe 25 or a little older.

"So, should we take a bath?" Damian smirked, his eyes devouring the girl.

"Together? But..."

"No buts, I don't know how to use a Japanese bath at all, and I thought you'd be happy to help me."

Gulping, the woman nodded.

*30 minutes later*

"Come on, try your best. This is a little warm-up. You introduced me to Japanese methods, and I'll introduce mine. Shaking your soapy ass is a must for a guest." Demian lay relaxed in the bathtub, enjoying the demo version of their sex.

There was no penetration or even caresses, but he was sure to appreciate Rei's body. She looked stunning, though very quiet and not pushy, unlike other Japanese women he'd met.

*1 hour later*

"Come on, Rei, don't hold back. I knew you weren't quiet. The quiet ones are always the wildest."

The guy's hips continued to thrust into the young Japanese woman, while her pussy held him inside and squeezed him with utmost intensity.

Her hips and legs shook with pleasure, and her moans had long since turned into screams, which awakened something primal in the guy.

The Japanese woman was tight, with a curvy body, small but pleasantly squeezed breasts, and her ass made a wonderful slapping sound.

Damian Griferson was planning to fuck this Japanese woman as spectacularly as possible to make a good impression. He'd have to live with her for at least a few months.

It's just a shame the foreigner got his house mixed up, and his adoptive family waited for him in the house next door while the innocent neighbor bore the brunt of his attention.