Sakura’s sexual encounter with her co-worker Brian has awoken a part of her sexuality she is about to discovering the depths of. This story is influenced from true events.
Part 2: A long drive for sake
Sakura had never felt so conflicted before. She had only been in California for a year and now she found herself drawn to several men she liked all in one day. Brian, her funny and kind-hearted co-worker, had just ravished and dominated her at work leaving her mesmerized. He was not the typical type of man she would be attracted to, but their surprise sexual encounter at work had her rethinking the joys of sex. On the other hand, the three groomsmen she had just met and flirted with were exactly the type of American men she envisioned being with and they all swept her off her feet with their charm, wit, and attractiveness.
As she left work that evening, Sakura couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she thought about seeing the three men, and in particular Max. She had never felt so drawn to someone before, and the way he had flirted with her at the tuxedo shop had left her feeling giddy and lightheaded.
But as she walked towards her car, she saw Brian leaning against the car, waiting for her. “You sure you don’t want any company tonight at your private fitting?” He asked.
She shook her head no, curious why he asked her again.
He looked dejected, and Sakura knew that she had to face him and have a conversation. "Hey Brian," Sakura said, approaching him slowly. "I'm sorry if I hurt you by agreeing to go to the groomsmen's house tonight. We talked about it and I feel strongly about seeing through on commitments. It really shouldn’t take a long time and I know how to take care of myself. I will be fine, I promise"
Brian shrugged, looking down at his feet. "It's not that, Sakura. I just...I… I like you and want a chance to take you out on a date. I know you thought those men were attractive but you also have a potentially good thing here… I just wanted to tell you how I feel."
Sakura's heart sank. She had suspected for a while now that Brian had feelings for her, but she had never wanted to acknowledge it. She didn't want to lose him as a friend, and she also knew that she didn't feel the same way about him.
"Brian, I care about you a lot," Sakura said softly. "I need some space to figure things out. I would like to take you up on that date but I can’t let our amazing sexual experience define us - not right now. I'm sorry."
Brian nodded, looking up at her with a sad smile. "I figured as much. It's okay, Sakura. I just wanted to tell you how I felt before you left…. You did say the sex was amazing though?" His eyebrows lifted and a large smile widened across his face. He feared the thickness of his chode might have scared the small Japanese girl off as it did to many girls he liked before her. It was a relief that she wasn’t scared off and that he still had a chance with her.
She grinned, glowing. She was still sore from their romp just an hour earlier in the back room of the tux shop. She was thankful he was gentle with her but his thick member nearly ripped her apart. As she thought back to the event all she could remember was the massive orgasm he gave her which continued to make her body prickle with satisfaction. She had never experienced anything like that before. “Absolutely!” Sakura hugged Brian tightly, wrapping her arms around his large belly which reminded her of hugging a large cuddly teddy bear. She felt a sense of relief that he was taking it well. She knew that their friendship would never be the same, but she also knew that she couldn't force herself to feel something that wasn't there.
As she drove towards the groomsmen's house, Sakura couldn't help but feel nervous. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she didn't know what to expect. The drive to Hemet was long. It was an hour later, around 8 pm when her GPS told her to get off the freeway. On suburban streets, she meandered from one street to the next through new construction dotted with stretches of farmland before turning off to her destination, a single-story ranch home with a large front gate. She buzzed the intercom to gain entrance. “Hello, hi it’s Sakura from Gary’s Tux shop.”
A familiar voice spoke back, “Sakura! I was worried we wouldn’t see you tonight!” Sakura could tell immediately that it was Max that responded on the Intercom. “Come in!” Then the intercom buzzed. His confidence radiated from the speaker commanding her to his will and immediately setting her fears at ease.
Lit palm trees and manicured hedges led her up the paver stone driveway. She parked next to the four-car garage in a spot where she felt her car wouldn’t be in the way. The home was much larger than it had appeared from the street. She stepped up to the large wooden door with frosted glass and rang the doorbell. She felt a sense of excitement wash over her.
Max answered the door and greeted her with a smile and a hug, and Sakura felt a sense of warmth spread through her body. She knew that she was attracted to him, but she didn’t expect the butterflies she felt staring at him in the doorway. Unable to speak, Sakura held up his fixed pants with a shy smile expecting him to grab them and be on her way. “Would you like to come in and say hello to the rest of the guys while you're here? Also, I would appreciate it if you reviewed all of my tux equipment with me to ensure I am all set for tomorrow.”
Hesitantly, Sakura agreed. “Sure.” She said with a sweet little smile. She felt safe but had trepidations about giving away how attractive she thought all these men were. She knew she felt a connection with all of them and was curious where this would go.
In the kitchen she was greeted by all of the men gathered around the island. The kitchen was grand with a beautiful brown marble countertop resting on white cabinets. On the island, were a bunch of drinks including an unopened iced bottle of unfiltered sake. She was unfamiliar with the brand but the frosted white bottle and its cloudy milk looked expensive. The men all look like they had been drinking for a while and seemed looser and more friendly than she remembered. “Hey, it’s Sake!” a round of cheers boomed around the kitchen. All of the men she met earlier and a few strangers were there celebrating Bill’s last day as a bachelor.
Dave, the handsome surfer dude, rushed to her to hug her and kiss on the cheek. His sun-kissed hair and tan skin glowed in the warm kitchen light.“I got this, especially for you for saving the big day! It’s my favorite sake from Japan. I figured because of your nickname it might be something you would like.” The sentiment was so kind and generous. Sakura smiled and said, “That is so sweet, thank you!”
He opened the bottle and poured her a glass. The creamy sake swirled in the glass inviting her to take a sip. Its rich sweet rice taste added to the appreciation of the artisan craft of her home country. As the night went on, Sakura found herself laughing, flirting, and joking with the groomsmen. They were all so different, but they each had a quality that she found attractive. Chris was strong and protective, Dave was carefree and adventurous, and Max was calm and collected. They couldn’t be more different in both appearance and charm.
After several cups of Japanese wine, Sakura could feel herself loosen up a bit. Sakura settled on a seat between Max and Dave on the island to join their conversation. She climbed onto the metal bar stool and sat down. Her pleated skirt billowed around the cold stool seat sending a chill against her bare skin. The industrial-inspired black brushed copper tractor seat had a unique urban design that was rounded and raised in the back to hug her bottom and lifted slightly in the front molded to separate and hug the space between her legs.
Until that moment she had completely forgotten that she wasn’t wearing underwear. A flashback of her earlier sex with Brian mixed, reminded her that he ripped her favorite lace panties just before he made love to her. The ice cold reawakened the tingling sensation of her post-orgasm sensitivity making her blush. She made a small yelp causing everyone to laugh out loud. She bit her bottom lip and tried to mask the immediate sensation of her horniness. Sipping on her sake, she leaned forward enjoying her bare pussy pressed against the metal seat. Her enjoyment did not go unnoticed.
Dave leaned in, “Sakura you look amazing tonight. Do you like the Sake?” He said as he poured her another cup. She had to admit that it was some of the best sake she has had. She normally didn’t drink more than a few cups but this one was sweet and went down easy. They had a great conversation about Japan and his work. She loved his stories and stared into his gorgeous hazel eyes. His sense of adventure reminded her of the reason she came to America. To experience something new.
“Hey, do you mind if I talk to you in the other room?” She didn’t see the harm, grabbed her cup, and scooted off the bar stool. She took his hand and he led her away.
Dave had taken her to a living room with a fireplace and sat her down and a red ribbed chaise couch that matched her lipstick. She sat upright next to the backrest with her legs crossed. Her dainty body leaned against her right arm, her black hair hanging exposing her long silky neck, while her other hand swirled around her cup of sake. She was warming up to Dave, but curious why he brought her to a secluded room away from the party. They sipped sake together and the room grew silent. Dave was staring at her, taking her beauty. His eyes drifted along her body, undressing her, and sending a chill up her spine. “You know, I think you are pretty cool and would love to take you surfing or paddle boarding with me at the beach. Would you like that?”
She nodded yes and her face lit up with joy. Her porcelain skin reflected the light from the fireplace accentuating all of her curves and highlighting her strong legs which drew him closer to her. The thought of having an adventure with him alone sounded amazing. “I don’t know how to surf or paddle board though. Will you teach me?” She said with a soft voice as she watched him descend in front of her on his knees. His hands traced her long smooth legs from the floor to her knees. “Mmmm,” she mewed to his touch. “It will be… hard… but with these….wonderful strong legs…. just stay loose and enjoy the ride”, he said. The low calm voice sent a chill down her spine, with his emphasis on hard, she wasn’t sure he was talking about surfing. His hand paused on her knee then circled the outside of her thighs and back down her calves.” Her body tingled with excitement. She loved his gentle caress. She was unclear if it was alcohol induced, but in that moment she decided to surrender to his every whim.
His strong hands wrapped about her toned calf. He slowly lifted her left leg from the back of her calf, uncrossing her legs and separating her thighs. She could feel the cold air against her wet hole. He positioned her foot to rest on the chaise next to her ass, her knee bent and her legs spreading further and further apart. To his satisfaction, he revealed her manicured straight black pubic hair framed her velvety wet labia. Her cunt was a rich pink color and like a bee, he was drawn to its sweet nectar.
As he moved forward she watched him with lust. The arm she was leaning on collapsed slightly so she was now leaning on her elbow. Her back arched allowing her B-cup breasts to form small wonderful mountains behind her thin white blouse. His hand moved up her legs pushing her pleated skirt back against her chest and then slid behind her to grab ahold of her round firm butt to hold her close to him. His wet tongue glided from the depths of her salty pussy up to her rosebud which was fully erect with excitement. His tongue lapped her clam rapidly as if the all-you-could-eat buffet was almost over. “Oh, yesssss. That feels soooo good,” she moaned. Charged by her obvious enjoyment, he spread her legs further apart, lusting to cram his tongue further up her twat.
His hot breath heated her hungry honey pot making her womanly nectar flow down the crack of her ass onto the couch. Like a bear, his long tongue curled all around her sex to collect all the sweets in her picnic basket. “Yes, ohh, like that..”
Sakura writhes around in pure pleasure opening herself up to him. Dave’s fingers unraveled the petals of her pink moist flower and slid several nimble fingers into her. “Mmmm,” she moaned, calling on him to do more. With his hand palm up he beckoned her to cum curling his finger expertly to pet the puffy flesh in the side of her where her g-spot lived. She purred like a kitten for her lover. “Oh yes. Uh, that feels amazing!” She moaned. The sensitivity she had from her prior sexual encounter mixed with Dave’s gentle touch drove her into ecstasy. She let her empty cup fall to the floor and grabbed a fist full of Dave’s curly brown luscious hair driving his nose into her clit as his tongue broadened out and licked her cunt clean in long broad strokes. She couldn’t take any more. “Aya, Aya, aiiiiii….Yessss!” Her floodgates burst open and she released a gushing torrent of liquid into him. Her legs shaking with satisfaction and narrowing down in Dave’s head. Like a hungry dog, he licked her clean.
She was so incredibly horney for him and yearned to be penetrated. She looked down at this amazing man with her wetness spread across his face and a broad smile.
From the other room, they could hear one of the groomsmen yell, “Hey where’s Dave? He has to tell you that story about the bachelor party!” Hearing his name alerted them that their time was short.
“We better get back to the party before they suspect anything. We will pick this back up later okay?" he said. Sakura pouted and pulled him into her for a long deep kiss. She held his hand as they left the room. Her heart was beaming. His cheek smelled like her salty nectar and he wore it proudly like cologne. “Just in case…”, he said and he quickly wrote down his number on her phone and gave it to her and they walked out together to join the other groomsmen.
Chris watched Sakura and Dave leave the room and rejoin the party together. He observed the notable change in their demeanor as she walked by his side attached to his arm. Chris was a military man and worked in the Navy to eventually become a lieutenant. He first met Dave in Japan a decade ago at a bar in Tokyo during one of his few days of leave. Unlike Chris, Dave never had to work a day in his life, even his current job if you can call it that was given to him because of his father’s connections. Dave was the son of an admiral and was able to travel, surf and experience all of the cities that Chris didn’t because he was too busy working. He hated the thought of Sakura getting wound up around his silver-spooned finger and then dropping for the next sun-kissed blonde he typically dated. She deserved better than that.
As soon as an opportunity became available he wanted to scuttle her away to make sure she knew what she was in for to protect her. As the night went on, in typical fashion Dave took center stage on another one of his long-winded stories. Sakura drifted away into the hallway, wandering looking for a bathroom and he saw his chance.
“Eh hem..” he said from behind her, startling her. “Are you lost?”
“Oh, uh, yeah I was looking for the little girl's room.” She said meekly.
“Oh, it’s right this way, I needed to use it too, let me show you the way.” His dark black skin, broad imposing shoulders, and large muscular chest navigated around her in the hallway and led her down a labyrinth of doors until she saw the loo. “You go first,” he offered like a gentleman. She felt very safe with him.
As soon as she was done he opened the door. “Wait, before you leave can we chat for a second?” At 6’8” he towered over her by two feet looking down at her with intensity. For each step he moved forward she naturally moved backward until they were both in the bathroom. Then he closed the door behind her.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled up in fear. Had she misjudged the situation? Was she not safe after all? The tall dark figure put his large hands on her shoulder. “Look, I just wanted to let you know that you can do better than Dave. He is a good guy but is pretty flippant when it comes to the girls in his life. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” His kind words disarmed her and she immediately regretted thinking the worst of him. She looked up at his imposing figure and kind eyes and could see the compassion in his eyes. She came in for a huge hug. “Thank you.”
His strong muscular arms hugged her back. She could smell his manly musk as her temperature rose in his warm embrace. He had never been with a black man and the thought of it excites her unexpectedly. At her height, her hands wrapped around his tank top where she could feel valleys that separated his strong back muscles. Her hands trace down his muscles, down his narrow waist to the top of his thin track pants.
He followed her lead. His large black hands roamed her back like wild buffalo seeking greener pastures. His fingers gently traced her silky skin. Finding her backbone his thumbs took the valley down to the small bend of her back, his fingers sprawled forward gently massaging her stress away, migrating down past the top of her pleated skirt and finding their resting place holding her firm round butt. He stared at the mirror in front of him at this tiny Japanese woman he captured in his arms. Her firm large ass, her short pleated skirt womanly, her long slender legs. A naughty thought crossed his mind and his fingers slowly crept up her skirt to see what color panties she was wearing underneath.
Their embrace seems to last forever but in reality, was just a few minutes. She felt safe in his arms. It reminded her of their meet-cute in the tuxedo shop where his strong hand steadied her. With his hands on her ass, she decided she too was welcome to explore further letting her claws drag down from the middle of his waist, over the top of the tracksuit fabric to grab his rock-hard ass. She had never felt anything like it, so strong and thick it flexed as she explored. Her head nestled between his large pectoral muscles, his manly musk enveloping her senses like an aphrodisiac spreading warmth to her loins. She listened to his heart beating faster with excitement.
In the mirror, Chris stared intently at the hem of Sakura’s skirt which his fingers carefully lifted. Beneath the hem, he watched the space between her thighs get narrower until it exposed the bottom of her toned round ass and her bare glistening mound. He was pleasantly surprised to see she didn’t have any underwear. His cock lurched in excitement. His mind raced to one conclusion, she came here expecting to be with one… or all of us.
Sakura could feel the breeze of the cold room blow on her exposed wetness.
Against her chest stirred a massive bulge in Chris' pants. The massive black anaconda felt alive, aiming down, snaking its way to her hips from the inside of his loose pants. It had to be as thick as a bat and almost a foot long. Her hand glided down his muscular chest, to the protruding base of his cock and followed the veiny rod to find its head.
His large hands cupped her tiny round ass from beneath her skirt, spreading her butt cheeks apart and releasing the smell of her now fresh and fragrant sex. She still yearned to be penetrated by Dave, not this man. And she feared she wouldn’t survive a piece of meat his size… again.
The thought of it made her sore, bruised, peach release more of her juices which saturated the space where her thighs touched. Almost as if it were luring the snake into her womanly gardens. She was frozen, unable to move. A part of her prayed he did not pull down his pants.
To her relief, he lifted her easily off the ground away from his large cock, scooping her up by her bare ass. She sat on his arm against his chest raised nearly two feet, staring at his broad smile. He kissed her with a peck and then she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to be the first to penetrate her. Now, spread eagle against his chest, her bare sex leaving a snail trail along his abs, his other hand explored her hole. His massive meaty pointer finger plunged into her repeatedly. The sloshing sound of his finger moving in and out of her, followed by rhythmic gasps of breathing from Sakura, echoed against the walls of the bathroom. “Fuck Sakura, you're really wet,” he said with excitement, immediately plugging with a second finger.
Wetness flowed liberally out of her, coating his invading hand with her juices. Her body gyrated with excitement, as she moved with his rhythm. Their open mouth kiss becomes more sloppy, their tongues lashing out and one another in passion. His hand briefly withdrew from her causing her to whimper, “Oh, please don’t stop”. She was so close, she needed to climax.
She felt his two fingers slowly slide into her pulsating honey pot followed by a third, slippery, finger press against her puckered asshole. Gradually, she slid down his pinky like a fireman down a fire pole. “Oh, fuuuccckkk!” She groaned. With two in the pinky and one in the stinky his fingers rapidly pumped into her repeatedly plundering her treasure. His bulging biceps flexed with each push of his hand against her welcoming holes. She let out a long loud moan. “Ohhhhhhhh, god, I’m cumming… ohhhhhhh”. Her body stiffened through her orgasm until she collapsed on him into a soft whimper.
Her orgasms were notably getting closer together as her body rippled sensitively to each incremental sensation. He removed his fingers from her sopping cunt and gaping butthole and sat her down on the cold wet counter to rest. She looked up at Chris, smiling in exhaustion. He could tell she didn’t have any more to give - but he wasn’t done. His rod strained against his pants and he couldn’t return to the party in that state.
He dropped his pants and exposed his thick black horse cock. Peeking behind it, his large hair black balls hung low that seemed to me moving up and down in excitement. Sakura's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open with astonishment. His curly bush was cleanly manscaped back and the engorged rod glistened with sweat and rose from its tracksuit prison to greet her. She reached out for it with her hands and gilded her hands up and along his shlong. Lifting the large tapered circumcised snake head to her mouth she licked the bead of salty seed bubbling from it and all around it before sliding as much of it as she could in her mouth. His massive head filled her mouth with little room to spare. Her red lips fully wrapped around and sealed the head and some of the neck of one-eyed Jack and she bobbed her head loudly sucking and slurping on his tool.
“Oh, yeah - suck it, baby!” He said, watching this tiny girl's mouth consume his monster.
Her hands jacked his shlong at first slowly in long twisting motions but as her excitement rose she pumped faster and faster. The stank of his sweat, the smell of a man after the gym, blinded her senses with lust. She wanted to satisfy him the way he did to her. Her moans vibrated around his sensitive head and her arms kept up their jacking pace up and down his full length. Then his ass tightened together pushing his cock deeper into her and he growled “Garrrrr”. Sakura's charmed snake finally spit the venom she so desperately desired. His salty warm seed invaded her mouth, pumping load after load into the back of her throat. Her constant sucking action turned into swallowing as she gulped cup after cup into her belly. “Oh, shit girl, take it all!” He yelled, letting his hoots echo around her. And she did take it all, down to his last drop when his manhood finally softened. She opened her mouth to show him she was a good girl and ate all of her meal before licking her lips to ensure she completed the task. His clean penis fell between his legs and he moved closer to her to kiss her one last time before getting his clothes on. Before leaving he gave her his number and said, “I would love to take you hiking to some remote place in the mountains with me one of these days. Call me okay?” She nodded obediently.
After he left, she sat in the bathroom alone in silence, the voices in her head trying to make sense of the day. She couldn’t believe what just happened. She was shocked with herself and her insatiable appetite for sex. This was different from her addiction to porn. She was not just a willing accomplice but possibly the architect of the grand scheme.
She could have stopped any of these guys…all of these guys… at any point…. but she didn’t. She teased them to encourage it to happen. She came here alone so it would happen. She loved the attention and played submissive to be violated. She liked being dominated by them. She sat, smiling broadly, about her amazing back-to-back orgasms. What exactly did Brian awaken in her?