Just after I had finished eating dinner the night I took Todd's cherry from him, there was a knock at my door. When I asked who it was, they said they were friends of Todd's. I opened the door and there was Todd and the two buddies I saw him with the previous day. "Hi, are you Miwa?" the biggest of them inquired. "Yes I am," I smiled. "Did you really have sex with Todd here?" "Yes I did." I guess he was expecting me to deny it in the name of modesty or with the idea that Todd was lying. He kind of did a double take when I confirmed Todd's story. "How was it?" the guy suddenly blurted. I smiled and countered, "he has an eight inch cock. How do you think it was?" "Todd has an eight inch cock? For real?" "Yep." I looked at Todd and he was grinning from ear to ear. "Come here Todd honey," I said. I shared a long kiss with him then scolded him that maybe clowns like what he was calling his friends weren't all that good for him.

Todd showed up at my door the following day. I told him that he might want to have his mom teach him to cook because girls love it when a guy can do that. We kissed for a bit after that and it was nice, but I kept thinking about his big dick and couldn't resist the urge to lean over, unzip his pants and suck it into my mouth. I played with his balls, too, and he didn't take long to unspool a nice warm load that would see its final destination in my tummy. I then told him that I had things to do and ushered him out the door. I never saw him after that, but through the neighborhood grapevine the reputed story with him was that he took my advice and then eventually decided to go to culinary school. He also reportedly has a girlfriend now, though God forbid he be allowed to reproduce. But at least I apparently gave him a shot of confidence as well as some advice he really needed to hear and I'm glad he took it to heart.

The day after that, I met John again and we had sex. I revealed that I liked being denigrated while I'm being fucked, so he really went to town on me, calling me a bitch and a slut  and making me loudly declare my fondness for cock while slapping my ass hard and reaming my wet pussy. When we finished, he asked me for a favor. Most women, I think, would have been insulted, but since I was a former guy, the idea kinda turned me on. He had a Japanese client he was meeting the next morning and he wanted me to service him in his office. I asked what the Japanese businessman looked like and he seemed presentable by John's description. He said he would pay me my standard book rate for a translation job, which was $40 an hour with a three hour minimum. Now I have no idea if that is what real interpreters charge, but John went for it, not that I needed the money since I was a billionaire anyway.

The next morning, I got dressed in a stereotypical Japanese office lady's uniform, a white blouse with a light blue skirt that came to just a hair above my knees, a light blue vest, white stockings (I decided to wear thigh highs rather than the more typical panty hose) and chunky white heels. I looked pretty damned fabulous, if I do say so myself. I drove over to John's office building and announced who I was to the receptionist, who shortly after told me to take the elevator to the 24th floor. I exited the elevator and knocked on the door to John's office. He let me in and gave me a quick kiss (I didn't want to smear my lipstick doing some major face sucking). Mr. Shimadayama, who was actually the president of his company, was already there and was sitting across John's desk from him. I made the usual demure Japanese formalities. Mr. Shimadayama's english was actually very good, putting the lie to the ostensible rationale for my being there.

John's phone rang and he told Mr. Shimadayama that he had to attend to a small emergency and that Miwa-chan would keep him company while he dealt with the sudden (and actually non-existent) issue. I started making noises about how difficult and stressful Mr. Shimadayama's position is, which, of course, he concurred with. I asked him to remove his blazer so I could give him a shoulder massage. He let me take it off of him and I put it over the back of an adjacent chair. He was a decent enough looking guy. Wore glasses, probably in his early 50's, a little gray in his hair. After about five minutes of kneeding his shoulders, I bend over him, my head only about two inches from his face. I parted my lips and kissed him. I tasted cigarettes on his breath, which was kinda gross, but being the trooper I was and because I had larger goals in mind, I continued to swap spit with him.

I pulled away from him and, moved around in front of where he was sitting. I unbuttoned my vest and my blouse and unhooked my bra. "Ne, shacho, nameteminai (Uh, Mr. company president, would you like to try licking my nipples)?" He grabbed my left boob and my panties were quickly becoming damp. I pulled his head into that nipple and moaned, extolling his ability to make me feel good. I felt his hand go up my left thigh and soon land outside of my lace panty covered snatch. I had my eyes closed and was really getting into this. He then informed me, "ireru zo! (I'm going to put it inside you)," and he got up from his chair and gently spun me around so that I was looking out the windowed facade of the building with my breasts hanging over John's desk. Shimadayama-san pushed my skirt up on my back and yanked my panties down to about mid-thigh. I heard him undo his pants and then his cock weaseled its way inside me. I let out a long sigh and he asked, "kimochi ii darou (I bet that feels good for you)," to which I answered affirmatively. He didn't really care about my pleasure, though, as he was soon slamming his prong into me for all he was worth. A few minutes later, I started cumming while telling Mr. Shimadayama to give it to me hard and fast (hageshiku yatte!) before I heard a shudder in his voice and a long grunt, spewing his dick snot into my soft, wet cock comforter.

I demurely thanked him after he pulled out and then asked him to allow me the pleasure of cleaning his spent rod off with my mouth. I heard the handle of the door to the office turn and both he and I scrambled to get our clothes back in order. John strode in after checking to make sure we were decent so as to avoid any embarrassment. "So did Miwa-chan keep you entertained while I was gone Mr. Shimadayama?" John asked pleasantly. "Oh yes. She is very nice, very beautiful woman," he complimented. I bowed and then thanked him for the kind words while my panties caught the runoff from my pussy in them. "I'm glad to hear that. Thank you for that Miwa. He is a very important client of ours." "Yes Mr. Cravelle," I chirped. I stood there while they negotiated, Mr. Shimadayama staring at my boobs a lot in the meantime.

The meeting broke up and Mr. Shimadayama left to get on with the rest of his day. "So how was it?" John wondered. "It was fun. He bent me over your desk and drilled my brains out," I giggled. "Sounds hot!" "Yeah, I can't complain (giggle)." "Fuck I'm hard just hearing about this. Why don't you sit in that chair, Miwa" John invited. I did as he asked and then John moved right in front of me, pulled my cum smeared panties off and slid his cock inside me, fucking me for the next 20 minutes as I enjoyed one orgasm after another. 'Can I shoot on your face," he asked. "I moaned out a, "yes" and five minutes later my nose, forehead and one of my eyes were given a sperm veil.

"That was definitely worth the $120 bucks Miwa and you'll get a little bonus besides. Thanks," John expressed. I took some tissues out of my purse and wiped the ejaculate off of myself. "See you later," he waved as I skipped off to the elevator.

I arrived at home, changed and took my dogs out to the park. It was around noon by that time and so while I was eating lunch, I began looking at sites for women who wanted to meet black guys for sex. I decided to leave an introduction of myself on one such board. "21 year old Japanese-American female, 5'3" 100 pounds, seeks clean, well hung, circumcised and dominant black man for NSA fun in ___ county. Please be non-smoking and in shape. I am into cocksucking (I can deep throat and swallow), regular vaginal intercourse and I will only do anal for black guys," I wrote. I also left several pics of myself, one fully clothed, a bikini shot and then two others that exhibited just my pussy and boobs. Furthermore, I filled out a profile that requested my phone number that would only be used by the site administrators.

A couple of days down the road, I got a phone call from the website owner who wanted to ensure I was an actual female and not a guy masquerading as a girl. We had a pleasant chat, but he was based back east, so probably wouldn't be making it to my enclave anytime soon. There were few blacks in the entire county in which I was now residing. However, a day or two later, I got a private message from another guy who sent a pic of his cock, which, he said, was nine inches, wanting to meet me.

He showed up on my doorstep in the early afternoon the following day and he was built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He wasn't that tall, probably about 5'10" or so. I welcomed him into my home, where we hugged and kissed. "Okay bitch, let's see you show some appreciation for a black man's dick." I went to my knees and unzipped his pants. Oh my God, it was fucking huge! I couldn't get my fingers around the girth and I would say that the nine inch claim was on the money. I looked at it for a bit thinking about how I should approach it. I was definitely not going to be able to get this monster all the way into my mouth, that was for sure. I slid my mouth over just the head of his cock and sucked on it while my lefthand fingernails lightly grazed his ball sack. I relaxed my throat and slowly began to force my mouth over his enormous fleshpipe while I stroked the base of it with my righthand. The enormity of his manhood was beginning to obstruct my airway and I pulled my head off to gulp some air before trying it again. I bobbed my had in incrementally longer and longer excursions while my lips traveled over his meat stick. I could now get it about three quarters in my mouth, but that was going to be about it due to the considerable girth.

He grasped my head on either side and decided to force the issue, as he started jackhammering the fat penis in and out of my mouth. When he pulled out, drool followed, quickly dowsing my chin and chest with saliva. "Come on bitch, suck that dick," he willed, as my lips continued to be used to satisfy his need. This was complicated by the amount of precum he was secreting, which I had difficulty keeping out of the wrong pipe as it dripped out of his cockhead. My little mouth just couldn't keep up and he finally pulled out and asked me where my bedroom was.

We went upstairs and he pulled my t-shirt off and I undid my bra for him, my breasts shaking as they popped out in front of him. "Wow, those are some nice titties for an Asian girl," he remarked. He felt me up and then unsnapped my jean shorts, too and then we told me to get into bed. He was on my nipples like sugar on candy, sucking hard and distending them, which sent all kinds of glorious feelings into my brain. He slid his hand into my panties and found my slit and forced two fingers into it. "Oh yeah, this was more like it," I thought to myself as he strummed my g spot with his digits. I reached over with my righthand and played with his cock. He absolutely devoured my nipples, lightly biting them and pulling on them with his lips. A wave of wetness drowned his fingers inside me and then I felt a wall of heat burrow through me from his fingerbanging me. I guess he felt that was his cue to fuck me and he rolled me over on to all fours and knifed his pole into my sex, the walls of my cunt struggling mightily to be pushed apart to that extent. But shit, did it feel good! He was surprised that my pussy was able to stretch enough to get all of that dick inside me and, to be honest, so was I!

He began to pound that heavy sausage in and out of me and commented how he had never had been in such a tight pussy before. I was almost immediately in full moan and thrash mode due to the intense friction and the sounds his cock made as it was transported to the deepest regions of my being and back were kinda embarrassing. "God girl, I don't know how long I'm going to last in this motherfucker," he sighed. I was already close anyway and went off like a fourth of July fireworks show. "Yeah, you love that black dick, don't you bitch/" he teased. "Oh God yes," I croaked. "You're a black man's slut now. You ain't gonna get dick from white boys like this shit," he claimed. I was scratching at the bed sheets while he plowed me and then I came the hardest I think I ever did as a human being, let alone a female, making me scream in ecstasy as one orgasm followed another before he injected dose after dose of sperm into me. He  pulled out of me with a gloppy "pop," said only, "see ya later bitch!" and dressed as he walked out the door.

I was just left there with a veritable creek's worth of semen running out of me and wetting my sheets. I was also hot and happy but not sore, surprisingly, even after the hammering I just absorbed. "With the exception of choking down such ridiculously huge cocks, I think I could get to like being fucked this way." I thought to myself. It did take me about half an hour, though, before I overcame my orgasm induced torpor to finally get up and clean myself up.