bleached muriko

I mean, yeah, he was hot - and? A sexy dude with blonde hair and a muscular chest, that wasn't much of anything. Those came through the gym a dozen times a day. Getting to look at them was half the reason to keep going to the gym rather than training at home (getting the ego boost of guys trying to pick me up was the other half), but it wasn't like he was the sexiest dude alive or anything. Just another hot guy to get a look at.

I'm not a slut, let me be clear here. I like looking, but touching? Touching is gonna cost you a few broken bones unless I let you do it, and I'd only let a guy do it if I really liked him, like, a lot. So when we wound up finishing our workouts at the same time, getting in the elevator to head up to the showers together - sex was the furthest thing from my mind. His eyes went to my tits as the elevator started to move, but can you blame him? I'm hot as hell. I did spare him an appreciative glance myself, my nose twitching a bit at the smell of his sweaty bod. He had a really good damn smell. Most guys, when they work up the sweat, it's all that same thick thing, but his was thick and cloying in this way that reminded me of chocolate, more than anything else. Like he'd been dripped in hot fondue or something.

I was jarred out of my thoughts by a loud sort of winding electrical noise, the lights on the elevator going out, and it stopping altogether. I froze for a second, my ears twitching. Was this an ambush attempt? No, I had to conclude, as the lights came back on - just an electrical outage. "Nothing to worry about," he said, letting out a laugh. I guess I looked pretty perky at the moment - I let out a laugh of my own. "Last time an elevator failed lethally was 9/11."

I somehow doubted that was true, since that was like two hundred years ago, but I just nodded along. No need to rock the boat. "I thought it might be an attack."

"An attack?" He asked, seeming confused.

"You don't know who I am?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm the Number Five Pro Hero in Japan," I explained to him.

"Damn. That's impressive." He moved to the elevator, hitting the button for our floor - but it didn't start moving again. He tapped it a couple more times, then hit some of the other buttons, then... "Looks like we're stuck here," he said, leaning back against the wall and sighing. I let out my own noise of acknowledgement, leaning against the opposite wall of the elevator and crossing my arms. I took in a deep breath through my nose, and now that we'd had a minute or two to marinate in it, he smelled so good. It was like raw sex hit my nose. I couldn't help but keep sniffing, though I tried to keep my movements to a minimum, as we both waited for the elevator tech or whoever to come by.

I was getting horny at record pace, though. I could tell. Normally, you've got to wine me and dine me if you want me anywhere close to wet. Like I said, I'm not a slut, just a gym bunny. But right now I could feel my panties starting to soak with something other than sweat, my clit throbbing against the elastic of them. Even my nipples were perky, which I hoped he hadn't noticed, but given my top, there was no chance he wouldn't notice unless I did something - so I slunk down to the floor, hiding my nipples behind my knees.

Fuck. I couldn't help but look his way again, just drinking in that goddamn sexy form. How did I think he was just regular-hot? He was definitely more than regular hot. He was smoking hot. Drooling hot. Crazy hot. I finally tore my gaze away from his chest up to his eyes, and of course he caught me looking, wearing a cocksure smile that only an American guy could show off in front of the Number Five Pro Hero. Any Japanese guy would've been scared I'd knock his block off for getting smug.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked me.

"It's not my fault you're not wearing a shirt," I responded, admittedly a bit snappishly. I was feeling self-conscious. I was acting like a teenage boy (and believe me, I knew - last hero I mentored was a teenager with a horny complex up through the roof).

"I'm not complaining," he told me. He leaned up from the wall, taking a step forward, and my gaze went right to his dick. With my ass on the floor, I was a bit below it, and it was hard in those tight gym shorts of his. Despite my brain's valiant attempts to control my horny pussy, my eyes were inevitably drawn to trace out the size of the thick thing, which looked so fucking big in his shorts. Water bottle size? Bigger? That was what my thoughts were on. "I definitely think you're hot too," he said, stepping up towards me, placing one hand against the wall above me.

He just loomed over me. I could've kicked his ass, no doubt, but my brain wasn't thinking about that at all in the moment. It was thinking, Oh fuck it's so hot to have a hot guy like that looming over me like this. I licked my lips nervously. "Thanks. Lotta, uh, lotta guys, uh, think that, they, pale girls are more popular here," I said, stumbling over my words like a high schooler with a crush.

"Yeah? I always liked 'em chocolate." I guess that made sense. There were lots of black people in America, weren't there? "My name's John Bull, by the way."

"I'm Usagiyama Rumi," I told him. "Rumi's fine though." I didn't know why I said that. At the very least I could've said Rumi-san or something. I decided to just chalk it up to Americans not being used to that sort of thing.

With the hand that wasn't pushing against the wall, John reached down for my heard, placing his thumb in one of my ears near the base. I let out this throaty noise as he started to rub at it, seeming to find just the right way to massage it, but I couldn't do anything more than that. Complain? It felt good. I was getting an ear massage. I let my eyes drift back down from John's, finding his cock right there, looking positively huge in his gym shorts. I knew white guys were bigger (on average), but this thing looked like it was the sort of thing that'd make a whole football team feel inadequate. I looked away from it, my gaze going down to my forearm, mentally trying to compare the two.

"It's thirteen inches," he said, making me feel like the most obvious, gawking idiot ever.

Then I processed what he said. "No fucking way," I said. "Even porn guys have like, nine, ten inches, tops," I said, looking up at him.

"It is," he repeated. "Want me to prove it?"

"Go ahead," I said, though part of my brain mentioned that, hey, it's not like either of you have a ruler right now, so how's he going to prove that?

Anyway, that part of my brain got overruled by my throbbing clit, when he pulled his gym shorts down, letting that huge fucking thing just loom over me. I could only stare up at it in awe. He sure wasn't stuffing anything down his pants to make his dick look bigger. It was, yeah, maybe thirteen inches? Thirteen inches sounded fair. Hell, I woulda believed you if you'd told me a foot and a half. My mouth just fell open as I stared up at it.

The smell hit me as I breathed through my nose, making my head spin. It was so thick. It clung to the inside of my nostrils like the aftertaste of a soda clings to the inside of your mouth, just implanting itself deep in there, overpowering and overwhelming. Saliva started to pool in my mouth as I stared at it, my clit throbbing at the scent. I was so, so, so fucking horny in that moment. I had literally never been more aroused in my life before then. College-aged boyfriend I was crushing on back in high school ate me out for ten minutes before sticking it in? That didn't compare to how wet I was right then and there for this fat cock that was pretty much an inch away from slapping my face. It absently twitched in front of me, threatening me in the moment, the whole situation full of pregnant potential.

He pushed his hips just the tiniest bit forward for a moment, the tip of his cock smearing precum all over the tip of my nose, and the smell might as well have been a vibe stuffed to my clit, for the way my body reacted to it, a shuddering whimper of desire escaping my throat as my eyes stared at that thing. It was just... so big... I could only swallow at it. "H-hey," some tiny, resisting part of me managed to take control of my mouth to say. "Somebody could come in or something."

"They could," he agreed, and instantly, all my resistance melted away, as he took hold of the base of his cock, rubbing his dick against my lips, my mouth just falling open invitingly on automatic. "I guess you'd better take care of it fast, then," he told me.

Stupid as it was, nothing could have made more sense to me in that moment, and I wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling an intense, shuddering sense of relief as I did so, my whole body trembling in delight, saliva dribbling out over my lower lip. Only the very tip of his dick was in my mouth, and with how fat he was, I wasn't sure I could take it without gagging, but I didn't really care, just getting the dick in my mouth helped quench the inflamed lusts that I'd been experiencing from being so close to him.

John didn't push at that point, though. He just kept his dick inside my mouth, and my brain decided that the logical thing to do with that fat cock was to start licking it. It tasted fantastic, all that worked up sweat from his workout rubbing all over my tongue. It wasn't literally chocolate, but figuratively, it was the sweetest chocolate treat I'd ever had in my life, and my clit started throbbing desperately as I kept licking. Hell, I couldn't help myself - my hands went down to my leggings, starting to try to worm my way out of them, wishing I'd worn capris or something just so it'd be that little bit easier.

"You're horny, huh?" He teased me, grinning down at me. Any other guy, any other time, I would've been mad as hell at his smug-ass treatment of me, but I didn't even feel the urge to argue or fight about it. I just nodded. It was true. I was horny as fuck. My hand went down to my pussy, starting to frantically play with my clit. "You know, while I've been here in Japan, I've banged dozens of chicks. Y'all have a lot of hotties. I think a couple of them were even pro heroes," he added, his hand moving down from the wall to my ear, so that he was massaging both his ears, fondling them like they were my tits and he was an incompetent teenage boy, except it was soooo good. "But none of them had these cute, fluffy bunny ears - I love them," he said.

It was so crude it couldn't be anything but sincere, and I took it as a compliment without hesitation, continuing to lick at the tip of his cock. I was pretty much going cross-eyed from how tasty it was, how horny its flavor was making me, my hips pumping at the air as I stared up at him.

"I love how easy Japanese girls are," he told me, and I just nodded along, not even really processing it as an insult. In my foggy, horny brain, it was just like a guy saying he liked calligraphy, or kimonos, or how everybody was polite, or nobody littered or something. He was expressing a thing he liked about Japanese culture, so of course, I was happy that he liked it. "They're so obedient, too, once I have my cock out," he continued. Obviously. Who wouldn't, with a cock like this?

"Speaking of obedient, stop touching yourself," he said, and I whimpered around the dick in my mouth, sucking harder on it to try to get him to not try to make an argument about that. "If you want to feel my cock in your pussy any time soon, you're going to need to take your hands out of your pussy." My pussy throbbed with desire, feeling suddenly empty due to the absence of his cock inside it, even though I 100% had never even used a toy that was close to this big around or long. I pulled my hands away from my cunt, my fingers drenched worse than they'd ever been while masturbating before. He shifted his weight at that point, moving his foot up towards my cunt. I took the implied command, starting to rub my cunt against his shoe, the pleasure of it shockingly intense. "Good girl," he told me, cooing. "Have you ever had a cock this big down your throat?"

I shook my head. I hadn't. I started to gingerly inch forward, my lips stretched wide, knowing that was what he wanted and wanting to do whatever he wanted. It hurt a little, keeping my mouth that wide open for the first time, but it also felt good, my arousal climbing ever higher as I slid my way further and further down his cock. When I hit my gag reflex, I stopped, sputtering, but he took a firm grip on my ears to keep me from pulling back off. I just held him there, licking as best I could, sucking and slurping on his cock, looking up at him with lidded eyes, my hips still brainlessly humping his foot.

My hands reached up for his legs, needing something to do, since I wasn't allowed to touch myself. He just grinned at that point, smiling down at me. "If you can take it down your throat, then I'll give you a real big reward, you horny bunny," he told me, the word feeling like a sweet pet name rather than some degrading dirty talk. I just nodded, closing my eyes for a moment, pushing myself down his cock, his head hitting the back of my throat and making my gag reflex act up.

Somehow, though, that sensation that should have felt awful actually felt kinda good. Not just in the sense that I was pushing against my own limits, feeling the burn - also in the raw, physical sense. Each little pump against my gag reflex was like a teasing movement on my clit, and I could see it coming, feel it coming. If I managed to take that enormous cock down my throat, I'd come. I knew it. I rubbed my sopping wet cunt against his shoe more frantically as I pushed against my gag reflex, opening my eyes but not really being able to see much of anything thanks to the tears streaming down my cheeks. I could tell he was smiling down at me, as he rubbed my ear. "That's good, you horny breeding bunny," he told me, and I just nodded around his dick, an automatic response - and that movement actually served to let his cock start slipping into my throat.

Don't get me wrong. I took like two inches of his cock into my mouth before my gag reflex stopped it, making me sputter, saliva dribbling out of my mouth, running down my chin to splash on the ground beneath us both as I shivered and jerked. But that was enough, and I came hard, moaning around his dick, my eyes peeling back in the most powerful, the most amazing orgasm in my life, my whole body trembling in place, my hands squeezing down on his thighs. "Ohhh, fuck, did you come already, my horny breeding bunny?" I nodded in response, completely happy to hear the term 'my' applied to me, the first time he'd done it. "Your orgasming throat feels so nice and tight on my cock," he said, his fingers gripping at my ears tighter. "Do you want to actually deepthroat me, though?"

I nodded again - and he forced his way into my throat, taking advantage of my orgasm, just dragging my head right down his cock until my nose was mashed up in his pubes, the sweaty curly things filling my nose with the most obscene scent. As it did, my eyes felt as if they were rolling even further back, and a second orgasm hit me still in the midst of the first, even more powerful than the previous one, lewd choked moans stimulating his cock in my throat as I shuddered in place, just spasming in delight underneath him. I choked and sputtered, but I didn't complain. Partly because I was too fucking horny to do so, partly because I had a cock in my throat, but also because he'd said something about a big reward if I was good for him. That last one was the most important thing. Whatever it was, I wanted it. It was probably something to do with his cock in my cunt.

My orgasm didn't finish right away - no, in the midst of the second fellatio-induced orgasm of my life (I'd never come while sucking a guy's cock, that's only in hentai), I had a third! It was also fucking insane, my hips just grinding away desperately as saliva dribbled out of my mouth, as my sopping wet juices formed an increasingly huge puddle underneath me, every part of me trembling in place. When I finally stopped coming my brains out, he pulled me off his cock, letting me gasp for air, remaining kneeling and trembling in place, his huge cock looming over me.

"Did you, cuh, come?" I sputtered out. He just shook his head, and I couldn't help but feel inadequate at that. "Sorry."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll make it up to me, right, Rumi-chan?" That little affectionate nickname sent a shiver of delight up my spine.

"Yeah," I agreed, nodding readily. I could guess what it meant to 'make it up to him.' It meant sex. It meant he was going to fuck me with that massive, huge, throbbing, white cock, the one that right at that moment was right in front of my face and oh-so-very distracting.

"Great," he replied. He just looked down at me for a long few seconds, his fat cock bouncing in front of my face as he contemplated my half-naked, kneeling body. "Take off your top, I want to see your tits," he ordered, and I immediately moved to obey, wiggling my way out of my top in record time, his cock twitching as he saw them. "Nice. Bet they'll get even bigger once you're pregnant, right?"

"U-uh, yeah," I said, not entirely comfortable with that comment but also definitely not wanting to ruin the experience that way. He grabbed me under the shoulders at that point, hefting me up to my feet - then he squatted down. For a second I thought he was gonna eat me out, which I absolutely did not want right then (I wanted his huge cock inside me), but instead he grabbed my thighs and rose back up with that grip, hefting me up that way, making me squeak in surprise as he pointed his fat cock at my cunt. He just rubbed the tip against my sex, which sent waves of pleasure up my body, but also was the most teasing thing I'd ever experienced. "Cuh, come on," I pleaded.

"I can't, my hands are busy," he told me, with this smug smile. "You're the one who has to put it in."

"Oh," I said, feeling like an idiot, my hands going right to that gorgeous, enormous, fat white cock, pointing it right at my pussy, and that time, when he moved his hips, it slid inside me, filling me all the way up, making me moan.

It felt so amazing, the feeling of being really, truly full - and then I looked down at his dick again, and realized it wasn't even halfway inside me. I swallowed, my eyes going wide, and John just chuckled in response to my reaction. "You're very cute, Rumi-chan," he told me, making me feel a heat in my cheeks. "Give me a kiss."

I didn't hesitate. There wasn't a single tiny part of my brain that suggested I shouldn't kiss him, so I did exactly that, my lips finding his own, swapping spit immediately. He drooled into my mouth, shifting our bodies so gravity did the work of filling my mouth with the saliva, and his spit was intoxicating, making my head spin and my pussy weep on his cock. My cunt muscles relaxed, letting his dick just shove itself an extra inch inside me, which promptly caused me to orgasm, spasming in place, moaning into his mouth in sheer, pure, delight. He broke off the kiss at that point, smiling at me as I shivered and jerked on his cock. "Rumi-chan, it's hard to fuck you if I have to keep your whole weight up," he said.

He didn't even have to ask. Didn't have to specify what I should do. Even in my orgasmic state, I could figure it out, my arms wrapping around his neck, my legs snapping around his hips, ankles lacing together behind his back as I looked up at the gorgeous white fuck-god. He hadn't even gone all the way inside me yet, and I'd already come. I'd had a multiple orgasm from deepthroating his cock. Some part of me suggested it was a Quirk, but the rest of me didn't give a fuck - the sex was too good.

"Goddamn, you're so hot," he breathed out, sending another shiver of pleasure right up my spine in response to the compliment. "I love the bunny ears, the muscles, the tits, the ass, the chocolate and the ivory hair, and you've even got a cute bunny tail - I just want to knock you up and make you my woman."

I moaned at that thought, something delirious and base inside me telling me that was exactly what I wanted most in the world right now, my pussy clamping down on his dick, earning a chuckle from the man in question as I tried to wring an orgasm out of him right then and there. Then my orgasm finished, and as a shivering thing atop his cock, his whole length pulsing inside me, I spoke. "Ah, ahm, it's not a safe day, the pill makes me nauseous and I'm not in a relationship," I spat out in a stream of consciousness, "so, uhm, don't come in me," I said, knowing rationally how fucking stupid that was.

The withdrawal method was like, a maybe thing, if you were super into the guy. I should have made him take his cock out and stick a rubber on. Except there wasn't a rubber anywhere in this elevator, we were trapped in here for who knew how long, and the simple feeling of his fat white cock rubbing along the inside of my tight cunt was sending delicious shivers up and down my body, his sweat seeming to make my pussy lips grow puffier, my cunt wetter, with every single gentle sawing motion he made inside me. "Sure," he told me. "I'll tell you when I'm about to nut, and you can tell me where you want it, alright?" I nodded readily, glad that he'd agreed so easily. At that point, he leaned down, kissing my tit - and I promptly orgasmed all over again, squirting on his cock, moaning as he dragged me another inch down his length while my spasming body just jerked and held him tighter against me.

He wasn't even all the way inside. He was close, but he was like, eight or nine inches in, there was still a good third of his dick that had yet to plunge into my depths. I didn't even know if it'd manage - something a lot of people don't realize about me until they meet me in person is that I'm. 5'2.5", not counting the ears. You can imagine what a bitchbreaker like his can do to a small girl like me. "Don't worry, we'll get it in," he told me, as if he could read my mind. "It always gets in. You Japanese girls are more stretchy than you know."

I just nodded in response - and he took that as permission, ramming his hips up against mine, making me promptly orgasm all over again as his cock slammed the last few inches inside me. It felt like getting punched in the gut, only good instead of bad, and my head swam as I glanced down at where his cock had hilted me - except it hadn't hilted me. There was one inch left. I whimpered as I saw it, and I started to try to grind my way down it, brainlessly pursuing my own pleasure. Throaty moans escaped my lips as I experienced a wild, intense pleasure, my whole body trembling on his dick, and eventually, impossibly, I managed to get that whole cock inside me.

"Good girl, Rumi-chan," he told me, and I smiled at that. "You're definitely the hottest girl I've fucked in my time in Japan. You make me want to keep you. Make you my personal horny breeding fuckbunny." His nickname had gotten more elaborate, but it just made my clit throb, a little grind of my hips against him making me come. "I was going to ask if you liked that, but I guess there's my answer, huh?" I just moaned into him, clutching him tighter against me, pressing my naked tits into his bare chest. "You want to be mine, don't you?" I nodded. I absolutely wanted to be his. I didn't really even consciously think of what 'his' meant. If you'd asked, I probably would've said 'personal horny breeding fuckbunny,' but I didn't know if that meant side piece, wife, whatever the fuck. I just shivered against him. "If you want to be mine, do your best to be a good Japanese fuckbunny for your new white master."

I actually came to that. Fucked up as it is, that was what drove me over the edge (again). The idea that he was my white master. He just let out a soft noise of pleasure as my cunt continued to massage his enormous white cock inside me, and he started to work his hips. On instinct, I moved to help him along, managing to use my legs to push him back a good six or seven inches before I just slammed his whole length back inside me, moaning as I did. "You know, I have to say, Rumi-chan, that you're super cute..." he said, leaning in to kiss at my neck, the affectionate touch making me shiver in bliss. "I also have to say, I think being a hero is a waste of a girl like you. I think you should become my full time personal horny Japanese breeding fuckbunny. Don't you?"

I came the hardest I had so far to those words, moaning in place, thrashing in delight on his cock. He chuckled at that, kissing me on the lips again, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, starting to tease my palate as he pumped his hips at mine. I lost all track of time. Of everything. The elevator could've restarted and I wouldn't have noticed. It could've started going up and down floors and I wouldn't have given a fuck. A bunch of guys could've walked in and photographed the Number Five Pro Hero in Japan, Mirko, bouncing on a white guy she'd just met's fat cock, and I wouldn't have even cared enough to shoot them a v-sign, much less complained.

I don't know how many times I came like that. It felt like every time he pushed in and smacked against my womb, making my body beg for his child, I came. Every time he pulled back, my pussy feeling like it was being turned inside out, I also came. So I came twice every stroke, I think. I wasn't keeping track or anything, by any means.

"I'm going to come soon," he told me, making me let out a mewl of delight, any concern about pregnancy long forgotten by the crashing waves of pleasure. "Where do you want it? Where do you want my white cum?" He asked me, his voice giddy with arousal.

"Inside," I breathed out.

"Are you sure? It's not a safe day for you," he said, teasing me like that, and that's all my brain processed it as - teasing.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me with your white cum and knock me up, impregnate me, breed me, breed me, Master! Breed me with your thick, veiny, white cock!" I wasn't thinking about the words, what they meant, the future - I was thinking about what would get him to do it, and that was what would get him to come inside me. At that, he slammed inside me and erupted, copious amounts of cum getting deposited inside me, my eyes peeling back as an unbelievably intense orgasm happened. I felt like I could feel his sperm splashing their way right up to my eggs, each little embryo that was being formed being a future half-white child, my whole body spasming continuously at that reality.

When I was finished coming, he gently cupped my cheek, smiling warmly at me, giving me a quick kiss on my lips. I experienced a tiny little orgasm at that. "You're cute," he told me again.

"Danks, you foo," I slurred out, making him chuckle. He just gingerly pulled out of my pussy - I came again as he did that - letting me down on the ground. I was naked, sweat-soaked, cum leaking out of my cunt, and the guy reached into his gym shorts to recover his phone, taking out out to shoot a few shots. I gave him a lazy smile and a v-sign on automatic, making him laugh again.

"You're very cute," he said, squatting down next to me, his hand caressing my ears for a moment before sliding down, rubbing at my neck, my shoulder, then pausing to pay particular attention to my tits, his fingers softly running along the flesh there in a way that gave me goosebumps. "Cute. Fuckable. Mine," he said, and I let out a faint whimper, that word - mine - making me experience a tiny little orgasm. "I'm keeping you for sure," he said, hands sliding around to my back, caressing their way down before one of them located my tail, starting to grope and play with that. I moaned a bit in response, legs rubbing against one another awkwardly at the feeling. "Hm. With a sensitive tail like this, you're definitely meant to get bred doggy style," he said. "Sorry."

"'sh okay," I slurred out.

"I'll make it up to you later. We're going to your place after this, got it?" I nodded along, not even quite thinking about what we'd do once we were at my place. He pulled on his gym shorts, glancing down at me. "Get yourself dressed, Rumi-chan," he said.

My brain wasn't fully restarted, but my legs could move enough to grab my panties and pull them back on, then my leggings, then my top, just sort of rolling from side to side as I limply obeyed. The first thing I thought of, when my brain restarted - was how fucking stupid 'thanks, you too' was as a response. Then the fact that I absolutely shouldn't have begged him to come inside. I'd have to go get some Plan B or something.

He hit the buttons for the elevator, and it started to move again. "Great. It's working. You're gonna want to stand up, Number Five Pro Hero Mirko," he said, giving me a wink, making my cheeks burn in embarrassment. He must've looked me up. God. Why had I introduced myself that way? It came off as stupid arrogant. "I need a place to crash for the night, so I'm gonna stay with you, that cool?"

"Yeah," I agreed, not even really thinking about it. I wobbled a bit as we both exited the elevator, going to the men and women's showers. My pussy was fucking... something. He'd wrecked it pretty hard with his cock, but it felt fine. Well, no, I felt weird walking at the moment, but it didn't hurt or anything. It was sort of pleasantly numb instead. Once I got in the shower, though, washing away all my sweat and all the scent of him, I started to seriously rethink what had just happened.

Fuck. I never acted like that. I had acted like a total, complete whore. He seemed nice enough, assuming you ignored the dirty talk, and then that meant nothing since we'd barely talked before we started fucking. I'd acted like a total slut. Fuck. I bonked my palm into my forehead repeatedly. So stupid! He'd fucking taken pictures of me, even! Agh! And I'd said he could stay at my place, which was... well, that part was like the least of my worries but it also was probably a bad idea too!

I turned off the shower faucet, getting dressed in casual day wear that I'd come in wearing. I'd just talk to him, be polite, let him down easy. I opened the door and pretty much immediately smacked into his chest, my nose winding up buried in a t-shirt that I wondered if he'd washed since coming to Japan. Not that I minded if he hadn't washed it, because he smelled soooo good. My nose twitched wildly as I sniffed at it. He gently caressed my ear, making my pussy throb all over again. "Hey, let's get to your place, Rumi-chan," he said. "We can hang out. Maybe watch a movie, get some pizza - you'll have to pay, though, my card doesn't work here."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Sounds good." I wasn't thinking about how pizza sounded, or a movie sounded. I was thinking that if he hung out at my place, he'd fuck me like that all over again.

It was a quick bus ride back to my apartment, him joining my in the elevator. "Hope this one doesn't break too," he quipped. Then he let out a chuckle. "Or maybe you'd rather it did?"

My clit throbbed against my underwear, and I swallowed. "Ah… it'd be better against a soft surface," I said.

"Yeah, probably," he agreed, as the elevator opened. He placed his hand on my ass, giving it a squeeze, as we both walked towards my apartment - I soon took out my keys and was fumbling to open it, the two of us stepping inside.

I needed to go get some Plan B. "So, I kinda need to step out anyway, and I can pick up some pizza while I'm out..." I started, while his hand went to my ass, groping and squeezing it, making me let out a soft whimper of pleasure in response.

"No way," he told me. He was so dominant, and it got me wet, my clit throbbing against my underwear. "I know they have pizza delivery in Japan. No need for you to leave the place at all."

"I, um," I started, as he leaned over me. He was fucking tall. 6'10", as I found out later, but in the moment, I just thought, so huge that I don't even come up to his collar bone, unless you count my ears. His hand slid around to my tail, giving it a squeeze, and I actually came at that point, my knees knocking against one another. "Okay," I breathed out, pitifully.

"Great. Get naked, Rumi-chan. I want to see that gorgeous body of yours - the body of my personal, full time, horny, Japanese, breeding fuckbunny. Don't you want to show it off to me?"

I swallowed. I did. I really did. Mostly because if he saw my naked body, he'd be more likely to fuck me again, so I grabbed the base of my own t-shirt, throwing it aside, leaving me in a sports bra that he clearly didn't approve of. "I understand wearing a bra like that for exercise," he said, "but honestly, for daily life? Don't you want to wear something a little sexier?"

"Sorry." It's not like I knew I was going to be bringing a guy home! That was all the rebellion I had for him, though. That plus maybe a tiny pout as I pulled my way out of the thing.

"You want to say something?" He asked me, his voice firm. "Come on, Rumi-chan. Tell me. Tell the white master who knocked you up what you're thinking."

"I didn't know that we'd... meet," I told him, as I wiggled my way out of my shorts, panties going right alongside them, which had gotten drenched on the way here.

"I guess that's true," he said, idly reaching out for my tit, groping it in his palm. I let out a soft pant of pleasure. "Well, keep it in mind in the future, alright, Rumi-chan?" I just nodded. "I'm not a bad guy," he told me. "You can tell me if I do something that bothers you, and I'll correct that," he told me, his other hand groping my other breast, playing with them both at the same time, making me shiver in pleasure. He was insanely good with his hands - no other guy touched me and got that much of a response. "Mm... how sensitive are your ears?" He asked, one hand sliding up to grope it. "About as sensitive as your tits?"

"Ahm, it, nnn, a little massage, it's..." My toes curled in place as he worked me over, just playing with my ear with one hand, giving it a firm massage.

"I see. They're about as sensitive as your tits, but they like a hard massage there, while your tits just want some groping, right?" I nodded, panting softly as he pulled me into him, making me flush as my face got buried in his chest again - and then moan softly as his thick scent just filled my nose. His hands, though, went down to my ass, groping my bare butt, one hand finding my tail. "Now I couldn't help but notice just how sensitive this little thing was," he said, grabbing it and pulling on it - which promptly made me come, whimpering as my knees knocked against each other, having to grab his shirt to avoid tumbling to the ground. "Definitely super sensitive. Does it do anything besides look cute?" I shook my head in response to his question, and continued to play with my tail, clearly enjoying himself a lot. In fairness, I was also enjoying myself, my clit throbbing against his thigh as I was played with in that position. "How about your ears? Normal hearing, better than normal?"

"My s-smell and hearing are better than normal," I told him, my voice hitching from his work on my tail.

"Oh, your smell's better than normal?" I nodded. "I guess that explains why you like smelling my dick so much, my personal horny fuckable breedable Japanese fuckbunny. Hm..." he looked me over, up and down. "Do you have a choker anywhere?"

"Uh, yeah, I don't really wear it," I told him, not quite sure what he was getting at.

"That's fine," he told me, gently patting my cheek. "Go get it and order some pizza for us," he told me.

I did as he said, going to my bedroom, taking out my phone and ordering some pizza - I called out to ask him what he wanted, which was some weird thing with cheese, pepperoni, ham, bacon, and alfredo instead of marinara - as I searched for the choker. By the time I found it, I'd finished ordering the pizza, and I put it on.

He chuckled as he saw me wearing it. "Good girl, but I actually wanted the choker myself," he told me, making me blush, taking it off quickly. He took it, stuffing it right into his pants for a second in a move that made me think he was an enormous asshole. Then he took it back out. "Here you go," he said, holding it up to my nose, and all was forgiven as the gorgeous scent of his cock hit me like a jackhammer to the clit. "Put it back on."

"Alright," I said dreamily, pulling the choker on over my head for the third time.

"Great. Let's find something good to watch," he said, flopping down onto my couch. "You have a real nice apartment, by the way."

"I'm a top hero, my endorsements are worth a lot," I responded, and he just nodded, patting the seat next to him. I plopped my butt down in it - and he promptly hefted me up and put me in his lap, making me squeak and blush.

"Big hero, small body, I like it," he said, a grin audible in his voice. "Like my Japanese pocket pussy." He rubbed his pelvis against my naked pussy, making me get that little bit wetter. "You paid on the phone, right?"

"Y-yeah," I agreed.

"Great. Let's watch something good." As it turns out, his idea of 'good' was some fanservicey anime about girls getting in sword fights that made all their clothes fly off. I wasn't a huge fan of the show, but I was a huge hand of his hands on my tits, or playing with my tail, or rubbing my clit, or anything else - I wound up coming three or four times, feeling his hard-on through his pants, before the doorbell rang. He hefted me up and off his lap, going to get the pizza. "Oh, a pizza delivery girl," he said, sounding surprised and interested for a moment. Then he let out a grunting noise that suggested he was giving up on whatever idea he'd had. "Have a nice day," he said, giving her a quick brush off, coming back to the couch with the pizza, placing it on the coffee table. "Were you really enjoying the show? Be honest, Rumi-chan," he told me.

"Ah... no, not really. I'm not really into that kind of stuff," I admitted. I was worried he'd get pissed or something, but instead he just gave my head a pat.

"No worries. Cute Japanese girls like you don't have to watch stuff they don't want to," he said, then hefted me up under the shoulders, carrying me over to the space in front of his widespread legs and placing me down on the ground. It put me pretty much eye to eye with his dick, and the tiniest sniff gave me a huge whiff of the powerful scent of his dick, thanks to the choker around my throat. I reached up, unzipping his pants, and he just pulled the pizza over to the seat I'd been in a second ago, removing a slice of his pizza and feeding it into his mouth as I stared at his hard cock. He hadn't even needed to tell me what to do, and I was about to suck him off all over again. What's more, I was incredibly turned on by the thought - both the dominance he'd expressed over me, and the idea of that fat white cock plunging into my throat all over again.

I wanted to take it slow this time. Some part of me noticed how my brain had fried so hard from deepthroating his cock earlier, so instead I just gingerly leaned in. The scent hit me hard, as my nostrils flared up near his base, drinking in his obscene, powerful, scent, making me salivate just by being so close to it. I kissed at the base of his dick, my whole body faintly trembling as I did, my hand coming up to run along his cock. I slid my fingertips across it, staring at the fat, massive, gorgeous white rod as it towered over me, fingertips trailing across veins as I stared.

I started to lick, then - not to suck, to lick. I slid my tongue slowly along his length, his flavor absolutely intoxicating and arousing, my clit throbbing at the flavor of it, as I kept moving up and up his length. He just started to eat, one hand on the pizza, the other reaching down and rubbing my ear, as I slid my tongue slowly up his cock. He wasn't even looking down at me, just watching the show. I guess it was kind of sexy (if you were that kind of guy), but I still felt a tad annoyed. I decided to take advantage of his distraction, sliding one hand down in between my thighs.

"Ah ah ah," he said chidingly. "You're sucking cock right now, my cute breedable Japanese fuckbunny," he said. Somehow, those words were just the thing I wanted to hear - or maybe it was just his voice speaking. "This is about my pleasure. You can't go getting distracted like that. You should concentrate on my pleasure, don't you think? If I was eating you out, would you want me jerking off?"

I wouldn't really care - but I brought my hands up to his knees anyway, making him smile down at me warmly, as I slid the rest of the way up to the tip of his cock, running my tongue along the ridge of his cockhead. "Good girl, Rumi-chan," he said. "You're such a natural submissive, just like all Japanese women," he told me, and I could only blankly nod, my lips coming up to the tip of his cock, starting to lick and slather it all over with spit. It was so tasty. "Just remember that I'm in charge. I'm your white master," he said, squeezing on my ear a bit harder, making a soft groan of pleasure escape my throat, my hips pumping fruitlessly at the air. "So horny. That's part of your charm, though, my charming little cocksucking fuckbunny," he told me.

He gingerly tugged on my ear, pulling me forward towards himself - I hardly required him to say what he wanted. I just opened my mouth wide, taking his cock into my mouth, starting to slowly slide down. My fingers gripped and squeezed at his knees as his cock hit my gag reflex, as he finished off the slice of pizza he was eating, chomping down even on the bone before he spoke again. "You've got a fat white cock in your mouth that just knocked you up, Rumi-chan," he told her, his dick twitching in my throat. "Are you excited to have a whole host of half-white babies?" I just nodded around his dick, too busy trying to choke him down to do anything else. "I'm excited to breed you lots too," he said, reaching back over to the pizza box, his focus completely leaving me.

I started to sputter around his dick, but he just shifted his leg, the thing hooking around my neck in the process, holding me in place. I could only just choke on it, sputtering in place, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gagged wetly around his cock. He didn't even glance down at me. I didn't try to push myself back. I didn't even try to attract his attention. Instead, choking on his fat white cock - I came, letting out a strangled noise around it, my hips pumping fruitlessly at the air, my eyes going cross-eyed as I sputtered on his dick. All the while, he kept massaging my ear, treating it like an absent thing that didn't require his focus at all.

It made me wet. My clit throbbed in the air, and I wanted so badly to reach down and touch it, but I also wanted to show that I could be a good girl for John, so I didn't. My fingers instead clamped onto the cushion beneath him, as I remained in that position, not able to take his dick any deeper, not able to pull off, tears running down my cheeks as I sputtered in place, pleasure coursing through my body in a way that didn't make any rational sense. As I came for the second time in that position, spasming in place, and at that point, I actually passed out.

When I came to, it was with John holding me halfway up by the ear, saliva having dribbled down my chin. He inspected me closely, just staring directly into my eyes as I sputtered my way back to life. "You're such a dedicated cocksucker, Rumi-chan," he said, making me smile. What a sweet compliment, was all I thought, my clit throbbing in the open air as I trembled in place. "You know just how to worship your better's cock, don't you? Just like all Japanese women."

"Yes," I breathed out, agreeing with him. It was half sincere at that point. No Japanese guy had ever made me feel one tenth as good as that powerful, virile white cock, after all.

He chuckled at my behavior, then let go of my ear, and I didn't require any more guidance than that, starting to slam my face into his cock, going cross-eyed as I gagged wetly on his dick. I'd get used to it, I knew. I'd force myself down. I just pounded away, ramming my lips up and down what of his cock was easy, then grinding myself further and further down what of his cock was hard. My mouth was forced wide, but it didn't even hurt, any more, just a pleasant little tingle. My vision grew hazy on each downward grind, before I pulled back to suck in air. I didn't let his dick leave my mouth even then, though, keeping my lips wrapped around the first couple inches, breathing in and out through my nose, getting a powerful dose of his scent in the process.

He ate and watched the show, not paying attention to me, but that just made my clit throb harder. Made it so tempting to touch myself. I wanted to. I wanted to, not because I had to, to come - his cock can make me orgasm just by sucking it, obscene and insane as that is - but just because I was a horny Japanese fuckbunny with her white master's cock in her mouth, and I couldn't think of anything besides how horny I was. Eventually, that arousal overwhelmed the part of my brain that remembered that John didn't want me to touch myself, and I slid my hand down towards my cunt, making him let out a "tch" noise of disapproval.

That was all it took - my hands quickly moved away from my cunt. "Better," he said, and I nodded around his dick. "I'm finished with my pizza, but I'm still hungry - mind if I eat yours?" I'd ordered him a large, but he was apparently famished, so I just nodded around his dick, not even getting off his cock. He idly tossed the empty pizza box towards the center of the room, then grabbed mine. I'd gotten mine with jalapenos and chili peppers as toppings, and he just started to eat, not even seeming to care. In my cockdrunk state, I just thought, What a man.

In between eating, he gave me a bit more attention, though, so maybe it did affect him a little. "Do you want to get fucked after this?"

The question was nonsensical, to my cockdrunk brain - I was already getting fucked. It was my throat that was getting fucked, as his fat cock wedged itself ever deeper inside my throat. He let out a sigh at that. "Look at you, you horny little Japanese fuckbunny. You can't even answer my question, can you?" I whimpered limply around his dick - and promptly came. He just shook his head in affected irritation, my clit pulsing with every little degrading act he did. "How could you ever be a hero in the first place?" He asked me. "You stammer and stumble over your words every time you talk, you get down on your knees for a guy you don't know, you buy me food and put me up... you just seem like a docile, obedient, submissive, all-natural slave," he told me.

I came to that degradation too, a second orgasm hitting me in the midst of the first. I went cross-eyed with pleasure. "I don't know how no guy has already put you in your place like this. I guess Japanese men are just all tiny dicked pussies." I nodded around his dick in response, and he dragged me up so that just the tip of his cock was in his mouth - then promptly erupted, spraying the inside of my mouth with the thickest, creamiest, tastiest, fattest load of cum I'd ever received. I came a third time in the midst of my second orgasm, and it meant that some of his cum wound up shooting out of my nose, the intense scent of him absolutely mind-numbing, making me shudder and jerk at how powerful it was.

When he finished coming, he pulled me off my dick, and I just caught my breath, the smell of his cum in my nose making my whole body tremble, a horny, needy, Japanese fuckbunny, unable to even think to ask to get bred by her white master.

John just rubbed my ear softly, continuing to massage it pleasantly, and reached into his pocket to collect his phone, pointing it right at me. I smiled, locking eyes with it, and he just chuckled as I brought up my hands to give the double peace sign, cum still dripping from my nose and fogging up my brain. "Cute," he told me. "I want you to talk, can you do that for me, Rumi-chan?" I nodded, willing to do anything for him. "I want you to say that you, the Number Five Pro Hero, Mirko, are actually nothing but your white master's obedient Japanese fuckbunny, and that all Japanese women should be just like you," he explained to me.

Some part of my brain stuttered enough to think about how extreme what he'd asked me was - but them I breathed through my nose, my clit throbbed, and I almost came from the scent. "I, the Number Five Pro Hero, Mirko, am actually nothing but my white master's obedient Japanese fuckbunny. All Japanese women should be just like me," I continued, giving a smile at the camera, just wanting to satisfy him in that moment, just wanting to make him happy so he'd fuck me some more, not even thinking about what he could do to my career with a video like that.

"Just so you know, Rumi-chan," he said, as he stood up, his big fat cock slapping me in the face in the process, "I won't show anybody that video. It's just for fun between us," he explained, and I let out a soft sigh of relief. "As long as you're a good girl, that is. But you're a good girl, aren't you, Rumi-chan? An all-natural fuckbunny, born to get bred by your white master? If you agree, come on, I'm going to fuck you on your bed."

"Yes, John," I said, actually crawling after him as he headed towards my bedroom, my eyes on his cock the whole way. He just laughed seeing me like that, but it was a happy laugh - he was pleased with me. And that's what I wanted. I wanted him to be happy with me, because then he would fuck me, and I wanted him to fuck me.

"Now, hop up, my adorable little pet fuckbunny," he said, patting the bed, and I did exactly that, bounding atop the bed like I was nothing but an animal. I was wearing nothing but his collar, so I guessed I was, leaning forward to present my ass to him, raising it into the air, wiggling it back and forth temptingly. "Good God," he breathed, before just slamming his cock inside my cunt without the slightest hesitation, making me howl in pleasure. He slammed his entire massive cock right all the way inside my cunt, and I went cross-eyed and hypoxic with how intense the orgasm that caused in me. He groaned in delight as my muscular pussy spasmed around his cock, my body doing everything it could to wring out another load of cum from him, so that I could get even more pregnant than I already probably was.

As I came on his dick, John just held himself inside me, his hands groping and squeezing my ass. "Let me make one thing clear, Rumi-chan," he told me, his dick throbbing in my cunt as he felt me up in that position. "You're going to stay in shape. I want this ass just as muscular after you've popped out twelve half-white babies, as it is right now, got it?" I nodded brainlessly, unable to do anything else. I was still coming, and yet my only thought was that I wanted him to start pumping his hips, to slide that fat cock back and forth inside me.

My nodding apparently functioned to accomplish that goal, as he began to slowly slide his cock backwards inside me, making me feel like I was getting turned inside out by his dick. He gave my ass a swat, which made me pant in pleasure, my whole body trembling. "This ass really is amazing. All that pro hero stuff is worth it for a woman to do, but only so that she gets an ass like this," he said, starting to push his dick back inside me, making me moan and quiver as his dick stretched me out and I came all over again. "I definitely think you could do better than being a pro hero, don't you agree?" He leaned over me, two fingers sliding into my mouth as he spoke. Just the feeling of them - the taste of his bare skin, as it polluted the inside of my mouth, my nose still absolutely drenched in the smell of his cum - was enough to make me let out a little mewling orgasm around them.

As I came, he used his grip on my mouth to twist my head up and down, forcing me to nod in agreement with whatever lewd and degrading thing he'd just made me say. I barely even processed what it was, my tongue being far too busy tasting every inch of those fingers of his, relishing the taste as I quietly jerked and jiggled in place. "That's right. You'd be spending your time a whole lot more productively if you just became my full time, personal, Japanese, fuckbunny." He didn't have to twist my head that time - I nodded on my own, making him chuckle.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth at that point, starting to gingerly pump in and out of my cunt, his whole length shaking up my brain. He was gentle with me, but since his cock was so fucking big, it was still a mind-numbing sensation, feeling like I was being turned inside out through my pussy, hot pants escaping my throat as he laid his claim to me. His hands gripped my ears, earning a moan from me, the feeling intense, making me pant on his cock - and then he started to ram away.

I came, hard. So hard. I saw stars, my vision blurring at the edges, drool escaping my mouth as I just moaned and thrashed in place. If he wasn't pretty much a white sex god, sent down to this world to put Japanese fuckbunnies like me in their rightful place, then my insanely muscular, tight pussy would have made him come too. Frankly, I was surprised he could move, but maybe his dick really had loosened me up, back in the elevator, because he was just rutting away without a care in the world, enjoying listening to my howls of pleasure as he fucked me.

I couldn't tell you how many times I came. I only know that when he let go of my ears, I collapsed completely onto my shoulders and cheek, my ass raised high into the air, his body something I was dimly aware of out of the corner of my vision. When he reached for my cute little bunny tail and just grabbed and squeezed it, I came all over again, spasming and squirting on my own bed, making him laugh in triumph. "You are so cute, Rumi-chan," he told me, and I just trembled in place, nodding along, ready to accept anything he told me as the gospel truth. "Just the cutest. You know what seeing you like this makes me want to do?" I shook my head as he continued to pound away. "It makes me want to buy lots and lots of posters of the badass heroine Mirko. Just so we can both compare and contrast that silly idea to what you really are: an eager little Japanese fuckbunny, happy to get pounded by her white master."

I came from that, too. Not just the rough treatment. Not just that massive cock. Not just his smell and flavor and feeling. No, also from the thought that I was being debased and degraded by him. It felt so right, my clit throbbing furiously, practically taking a jackhammer to any sense of reason that might have been momentarily quiescent. I was an eager little Japanese fuckbunny. I was eager, yep, no doubt about that. I was little, yep, he had more than a foot and a half on me. Japanese? No doubt. Fuckbunny? Inarguable. I was an eager little Japanese fuckbunny. I was his eager little Japanese fuckbunny, and just completing that thought made me come all over again, moaning into the bed.

He pulled out, making me whimper at the sudden absence, drunkenly turning my way around to look at his cock. It was drenched in my juices, that glorious, thick, massive white rod. My brain offered up, the cock that put me in my place as a woman. And there was no doubt in my mind that that's exactly what it was. Did he want me to suck it again? I'd come a hundred times or something, from that. No. He was just standing there, admiring me, stroking himself, my pussy presented and ready.

He wanted me to beg for it, I realized, as my brain started to restart. I took in a breath through my nose, the mind-numbing sent of him like a shot of aphrodisiac and vodka mixed together, my inhibitions cratering, and then I spoke up. "I'm your horny, eager, fuckbunny, John-sama!" His cock twitched at that. "It's natural for a Japanese woman like me to submit to your superior white cock! Please, let me service it, it's the only reason that a girl like me even has a pussy, even has tits, even has anything!"

"Good girl, Rumi-chan," he said, then rammed himself balls deep inside me, making my head spin as an overwhelming orgasm hit me. "That's a very good girl. Are all Japanese female heroes like you?" He asked me, and I just nodded in response, too busy coming to talk. "Got any friends in the biz?"

"Yesh," I slurred out.

He spanked me. "That's Yes, John-sama, to you, slut," he told me, and I nodded rapidly, glad to accept his guidance on that front. I was glad that I'd called him John-sama, in fact, the thought that I'd have to call him that name for good making my clit throb. "You can introduce me to them later," he told me.

"Ahmmmm..." I mewled, squeezing on his cock. I didn't want to introduce him to them. Then he'd fuck them, put them in their place, and then I wouldn't get fucked. "Fuck me inshtead," I slurred out, as he rutted away inside me. "John-shama!"

He grabbed my ears in one hand, my tail in the other, yanking me up by both, twisting me until my head was pretty much just resting on his shoulder, his fat cock wedged inside me, making me shiver and jerk quietly in place. "You know, if I fucked some other pro heroes too, maybe you could all keep your jobs," he told me, a certain sadistic grin on his lips. "After all, one of you could just arrange to be home to satisfy me, and the others could go around doing whatever it is you heroes do. Don't you want that? To protect the innocent? Or is my cock more important than that?"

"White cock!" I declared, with gusto and without hesitation - and he promptly erupted inside me, spraying out a copious load, my vision exploding in stars as another, even more powerful, orgasm hit me, wiping out any higher thoughts as he let me collapse onto the bed, just flopping forward and jerking on his bed, constantly twitching blissfully.

After enjoying the feeling of my twitching body on his big fat white cock for a minute or so, John pulled himself out of me. I just moaned at the absence, turning my head around to look up at him, at his gorgeous naked body. He grabbed my ass cheek in one hand, the base of his cock in the other. "Spread them," he said, after hesitating for a moment, and I obeyed without hesitation or thought, one ass cheek in either hand, spreading my butt wide for him. I didn't even think about why he might want me to do that - obedience got me orgasms, orgasms were what I wanted, therefore I obeyed.

He didn't warn me - he just stuffed his cock right into my asshole, groaning as he dove that fat cock of his ever deeper into my asshole, making me twitch and jerk. I'd avoided anal pretty much forever - I'd tried it once or twice with my finger or a toy, not wanting to miss out on something if I'd wind up enjoying it, but it had always been uncomfortable and unpleasant, not really the kind of thing I'd do for a guy. Even as a 'thank you' gift it'd be painful more than pleasant, so I always just used blowjobs for that anyway.

That wasn't true this time. This time, when his enormous cock started to push inside me, it felt fantastic, my brain turning pink with pleasure as I quietly twitched in place, utterly submissive to his virile white cock as he claimed another one of my holes, leaving me trembling in place. He was taking his time, letting my body get used to him, but despite that, he was barely two inches inside of me before I felt an orgasm rapidly approach.

As if he could sense how close I was, he reached down and gripped my tail in one hand, just giving it a sharp squeeze - and I promptly came, moaning on the bed like a whole, my asshole squeezing down on the tip of his cock, making him groan in pleasure at the sensations my body was putting him through. He grinned at the show I was giving him. "You've got a great ass," he told me, squeezing my tail again for emphasis. "Nice and big and muscular for groping, and nice and tight and muscular for fucking," he said, pushing his cock ever deeper inside me, making me gasp on the bed as he worked to fill me up. "The perfect ass, really."

"Thansh," I slurred out, genuinely happy to receive such a positive compliment from him. He just chuckled at that.

"I like how you're small, too," he said, reaching for my hips, pulling me up by them, halfway lifting me up off my own bed, leaving me trembling in the air for a moment, his cock three or so inches in my ass. I could feel it teasing its way ever deeper, gravity working to make my body slowly but surely slip and grind my way down, John's grip on my hips purposefully imperfect. It felt amazing. "You might have super strength, but you're still light and tiny. Perfect size to get used like an onahole by me." I mewled at that, feeling another orgasm approach, and he pulled me down his cock another inch, making me orgasm as I finally had taken him halfway inside, squirting on my bed in piteous pleasure, my eyes peeling up.

He just laughed at me at that point, a friendly, gregarious chuckle. "There we go. You really can take it like a champ. I guess that's to be expected of a pro hero, isn't it?" I nodded, not even really understanding what he was implying, but also not caring, too busy coming on his cock to do anything but jerk in place. He kept dragging me ever further down his cock in that position, keeping my eyes spinning, my mouth moaning, stopping me from forming any coherent thought beyond wondering how he'd feel when he was all the way inside me.

Then he was all the way inside me, his massive cock wedged up my ass, my body suspended in place, my mouth panting desperately for air. "Thansh you," I slurred out. For a moment, I was suspended by one hand, wobbling in place, feet suspended over the ground as I desperately tried to keep balance, and then I got a sharp smack on the ass before he grabbed my hips again. "John-shama."

"Good girl," he told me, making me smile and come, moaning on his dick as I just let pleasure wash all over me again. "You are just too damn cute, Rumi-chan. I can't let you go," he breathed out, nibbling on my ear for a moment. I nodded dumbly, happily - what he was saying sounded great. "I want to keep you. Make you mine for good," he breathed out. "Not just fuck you the once. Make-" he punctuated the words with a thump of his hips, "-you-" another thump, "-mine!" I squealed as another orgasm hit me, and he let me flop forward onto the bed, though this time, my legs were left to dangle over the sides, John having to hunch down a bit to get at my asshole in the new, even lewder position.

As I came down from my orgasm, my mouth worked fruitlessly. I don't even know what I wanted to say at the time - probably something like, I want to be your personal Japanese breedable fuckbunny, but I couldn't even put together those words in my head.

John took mercy on me, though, as he saw my burbling in my own drool. "If you can't talk, at least make cute bunny noises," he told me, starting to pump his hips back and forth in my asshole, pulling halfway out before ramming it right back in, making me squeal.

"Pyon! Pyon!" I did my best to make the appropriate onomatopoeia. Before John, any time a guy asked for that, I pretty much immediately broke up with him, or at least put him in the dog house. I wasn't some fetish monster girl from a hentai, I was a person, a human being, with feelings and thoughts, not a way of jerking yourself off to thoughts of complete domination of a sex-crazed woman, so carnal she was bestial in her mannerisms. But with John, that's exactly what I was: a sex-crazed bitch getting dominated and fucked. There was no point hiding it or getting offended. "Pyon! Pyon!" I squeaked as he rammed his cock hard inside me again, trying to hold back an orgasm - not for the sake of my pride or anything stupid like that, but just so I could keep letting out the words he'd asked of me. "Pyon, pyo~on!" I squealed the last word as I came from his pumping away inside my asshole, making him groan and laugh at that.

"That's my cute little fuckbunny," he told me, making my heart soar at the degrading nickname. "My cute little Japanese fuckbunny. Is this your first time having anal sex?" I nodded, and he grinned at that. "How, fucking, cute," he told me. My hands started to slide down towards my cunt, wanting to play with myself, but he just grabbed my wrists, pulling me up by them and thrusting away, putting me in a lewd and obscene position as he thrust away. "No masturbation, Rumi-chan. Any time you need to come, you just ask me, and me and my big, fat, white cock, will make your brain melt. A good fuckbunny like you can come with any of your holes, can't you?"

"Yesh, John-shama!" He pulled my hands together at that point, gripping them with one hand, the other going down for my ass and giving it a sharp spanking. I had no idea what I'd done wrong, but took a wild guess: "Pyon! Pyon!"

He just laughed at that. "No, your ass is just very spankable, Rumi-chan," he told me, grabbing my tail tight and yanking on it. I came all over again at that point. He bottomed out inside me and erupted, a second, even more powerful orgasm hitting me in the middle of the first, making me go cross-eyed with blissful pleasure, my whole body trembling in the moment. When he finished nutting inside me, he let me collapse onto the bed, a panting, drooling, mess, the only thing I was wearing being my choker, the one that stunk of his cock. My whole body twitched every time his cum sloshed around inside me, every drip and trickle seeming to set my body alight with pleasure. "I'm gonna grab something to drink, babe. You want anything?"

I just burbled fruitlessly, the drool next to my face bubbling with air as I did so.

"I'll get you a water bottle." I nodded. Whatever he planned to do was best, since he'd brought me so much pleasure at this point. He came back a few minutes later, gently hefting me up onto the bed, laying my head against the pillow, curling up next to me and just handfeeding me the water, like I was a baby who needed a bottle. Given the loose behavior of my arms, I guess I was.

After he finished hydrating me like that, I drifted off to sleep, resting my cheek against his bare chest, breathing in the thick, overpowering, scent of his sweat. It drilled into my brain and hit me like a jackhammer that was driving down a single thought: I like John. It was every sense of like: I like how he looks, how he feels, how he smells, how he tastes. I like his personality. I like his behavior. I like how he treats me. I love him. Desire him. Want him. It was to those thoughts, constantly filling my sleepy brain, that I finally fell asleep, drifting off into a pleasant dream of an idyllic life.

In the dream, I wore nothing but an apron as I cooked for my husband. My belly was swollen with his children, and I was interrupted in the cooking by John playing grabass with me, then forcing me to my knees to suck him off - again, my brain provided. I had obviously sucked him off this morning, too. That was my duty as his wife. After a delicious lunch, he fucked me and recorded me, and I uploaded the video to my blog, where I proudly told everybody I was John's bleached bunny. Everyone supported me, of course, happy to see how happy I was. Women in the comments pleaded for the taste of that wonderful white cock, but I wanted to keep it all to myself, just so I could enjoy it more.

It was the happiest dream I'd ever had in my life.

When I woke up, John was missing. I felt his absence like a shock, jerking to life, looking around the room as if he was just hiding somewhere in it. I hurriedly rushed out, stumbling out of my room, still naked - and found him on the couch, watching more fanservice anime. I let out a sigh of relief. Part of me felt guilty as I approached him. In the dream, I'd given him a morning blowjob, and I felt like I should do that in real life too.

"Oh, hey, babe," he said, glancing back over the couch at me. "You were pretty tuckered out, so I decided I'd help you out by picking out some clothes for you to wear, but all your clothes are really boring and not sexy." His words just felt sweet and generous rather than degrading in any way - he was trying to help me out. "Don't worry, I know a place, I got your sizes - you sleep like a log, by the way. I could've fucked you while you were out." I wished he did, a certain trickle of my juices escaping my sex at the thought. "They're hanging in the closet, your choice."

I went back to my room, obeying his implicit command, opening the closet door to find... two bunnygirl costumes. One the classic, one the reverse bunnysuit type, with pasties for my nipples and cunt. Both of them made my clit throb, despite the fact that I used to find the entire idea deeply annoying, people fetishizing me to the point that their fetishes predated the existence of anybody actually looking like me. Like going to a new planet only to find out everybody there has been jerking off to you since before you were born.

Now, though? Now it was romantic. All that was so that John could jerk off to me before we even met. It was fate.

I chose the classic bunnygirl outfit, pulling it on and marching on out. "Is this good, John-sama?"

He looked over his shoulder at me again, a smile on his lips. "It's great, Rumi-chan."

I approached the couch, seeing that he was wearing a pair of underwear and nothing else. I wasn't even sure if he'd showered since last night, but I didn't care - I wanted the sweet, tangy, cloying smell of his sweat to cling to the couch so I could smell it every day. I wanted to wear the choker he had stuffed in his pants to work, or just around the house, everywhere, if it meant I got to smell him all the time. I trembled in quiet delight as I gripped the waistband of his underwear and he raised his ass up an inch or two, to make it easy for me to pull it down, his fat length bouncing up in front of my face. Huge. Towering. Virile. White.

I leaned forward, kissing at it, his taste once more so delicious and sweet. He turned off the TV, which made my clit and heart both throb at the attention he was giving me. "While you were out, I was thinking about you," he said, which made me smile, my tongue gingerly sliding over the tip of his cock as I waited for his explanation. "What, exactly, I wanted to do with you. Not just in the bedroom, though plenty of that," he said, idly reaching down to grope one of my tits. "Just in general."

I suckled the tip of his dick into my mouth, and let out a quiet, "Mhm?" Whatever he decided, I'd have to go along with. I couldn't live without this cock. I knew that. I wanted it. I wanted him. I loved him, even though I knew nothing about him.

He wrapped one hand around my ear, urging me to take his cock further into my mouth, which I promptly did. "First off, you're going to get bred, a lot, and you're going to be the one taking care of them," he explained, as I slid his dick all the way into my mouth, my whole body trembling as his dick made my throat bulge. My clit throbbed frantically against the bunnygirl outfit I was wearing, but he'd trained me well enough by that point - I didn't try to masturbate, despite the overwhelming temptation. "Kids can be fun, but they're a lot of work, and I don't want to do that work. At first, you're going to be cooking, cleaning, doing all the chores around the house, and paying all the bills. In return, I'll fuck you regularly, satisfy that breedable cunt of yours, the one that wants to have all my white babies. That okay with you?"

I nodded around his cock - it sounded more than fair. I could pay for a chef or a maid or whatever, but I couldn't pay for somebody to fuck me like John had. That meant that cooking and cleaning were of finite value, but sex with John was of infinite value. My hips worked at the air fruitlessly as I deepthroated his cock. I was glad he was talking like that, honestly. It meant he was thinking of the future.

"Now, you won't be doing all the chores forever, obviously. You have better things to spend your time on," he said, idly groping and fondling my ears as I kept deepthroating his cock, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. "Like what you're doing right now, for one. Can't suck my cock and clean at the same time, right?" I shook my head around his dick, and the motion promptly made an orgasm hit me, powerful and intense, the man in question quietly grinding me into his pelvis to make me choke on his cock. "Yeah, luckily, you have that position as a hero. Number five hero can no doubt find some teenage heroine-in-training to mentor, right?" I nodded around his dick, not caring that I couldn't breathe, just continuing to orgasm. "Right. So you'll mentor her a bit, then bring her over to your place to eat a homecooked meal, and then I'll fuck her into a senseless little cocksleeve just like you. She'll have to quit her studies and give up on her dreams of becoming a pro hero and another feminist icon to become my bangmaid, but you don't care about that, do you?"

I shook my head around his cock. I only minded the presence of another girl because it meant I'd have less time with his cock, but I understood - somebody had to earn the money. It was natural that his powerful, godlike white cock would put a natural Japanese sex slave like me in her place, completely and totally. Plus, he might fuck me unconscious, and while he could have sex with my unconscious body, that might not make him as happy.

"We'll also get legally married. That's just so I can stay in the country, though," he told me. "We won't be equals, no matter what the law says." I nodded around his cock. How could a docile, submissive, Japanese girl like me, ever hope to be equal to a dominant, powerful, white man like him? It was natural that I'd be in this position. I was sure he'd never be caught dead eating me out. "You're the slave, I'm the master. I make the decisions, you obey them. Got it?" I came at that point, spasming in place, leaving me unable to answer, just making him laugh, tightening his grip on my ears, which only intensified my pleasure. "Guess that's my answer," he told me, as his cock throbbed in my throat.

I hadn't been let up from his cock to breathe, but I didn't care at all. If I passed out on his dick, he'd pull me off. I trusted him. He made the decisions, and he'd make the right ones. "Oh, and your clothing choices are god-awful. Jeans? They aren't even the tight kind. And those baggy t-shirts - blech. What's the point of a body like that if you just cover it up?" It's for my job, some tiny, dim part of me mentioned - but I squashed that thought immediately. "We're definitely going clothes-shopping for you. You have a hot bod, and I want to see it. We'll be replacing that whole wardrobe of yours with nothing but sexy stuff." I nodded around his cock, trembling in place, another orgasm hitting my brain, hard and fast. If I had a sexier wardrobe, he was more likely to fuck me, after all.

At that point, I passed out in bliss and hypoxia. My short lived dream followed everything he'd said, the submissive, feminine lifestyle I was going to display at home, the way that I would make my fellow heroines into my fellow Japanese cocksleeves for our white master, no matter what it meant for our careers. It wasn't just one girl in that short lived dream - it was dozens of sidekicks turned fucktoys. It was my own daughters. Everything just served his white cock, as was natural, and I orgasmed during the dream itself, before I woke up.

When I woke up, it was with cum coating my face, and the TV back on. "Didn't even notice you'd passed out for a bit there, Rumi-chan. Guess I'm the first guy to KO the number five pro hero Mirko, huh?" I nodded, still delirious from the sex and my dream, the thick scent of his cum covering my face filling my brain with all sorts of lewd thoughts, my body quietly trembling. "Don't get up off the ground until you've cleaned off your face, but when you do, you can watch TV with me." I started to scoop cum off my face, and I glanced quietly up at the TV - it was more fanservice anime, not really my style. He chuckled as he saw my expression. "Well, if you don't want to watch, I've still got a hard-on," he told me.

I started eating his cum off my face even faster.

I wanted to suck him off all over again.