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secretlpaca · 9 days ago

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Hitomi: Rough

Part of my St Marius island series, see my masterlist for more chapters. 2.1k words. Hitomi Honda, interracial, breeding, public sex, big black cock, black male x asian female.

Hitomi stepped out onto her front porch with her round and soft cheeks blushing slightly red, her pretty lips feeling plump as ever, soft brown hair topped by a straw summer hat, wearing a thin white summer dress that matched her beaming smile. The workers knew her well, she paid them more than anyone else on the island and would often let a couple of them spend the night at her place if they wanted some "overtime", which they rarely, if ever, turned down.

She walked down the front yard with her pale bare feet brushing the soft grass, entering the garden out back with a breeze rolling over her pale skin and up her dress. She went about greeting the workers as she did every day before she'd skip her way down to the river to sit and watch the clouds and natives in their canoes roll by.

Today, though, she took one of the workers by the hand, one she wasn't as familiar with. He was a tall black man, shirtless with his skin glistening in sweat, his abs dripped in it and his arms were overbuilt from many days spent working as one of the islands landscapers.

Hitomi always loved his thick dreadlocks and the sound the many colorful wooden beads he had in them would make. "You deserve a break," she smiled, pulling him away to a clearing in the middle of the nearby wheat field where few could see them as Hitomi turned to him with her encouraging smile.

Her small, soft hands began to caress his broad chest and shoulders, running themselves down to his palms and lifting them to her supple backside. She looked up at him, staring deeply into his eyes as they silently locked into a deep kiss and traded tongues in each others' mouths. The sun had come out from behind the clouds and was now shining on the wheat around them, basking in the golden glow as the two kissed passionately, Hitomi lifting her leg up between his thighs to feel a rather weighty black cock resting between them.

She pulled away from his kiss, biting her lip as her tiny hands slipped button through loop and pulled his trousers to his knees. In shock she gasped loudly, his cock was so massive she went wide-eyed and took a few moments to collect herself before turning back to him, staring intently down at her as she giggled and began to stroke him with both hands, her thigh providing a resting place for his low-hanging balls.

He found himself lost in pleasure and moaning deeply as Hitomi stroked him and licked the sweat from his chest, his calloused black hands running all over her dress until his fingers rolled up the hems and his hands grabbed at her bare asian ass with a firm squeeze.

She instinctively dropped her dress as she always did with black men and revealed her small perky breasts, her pink nipples being instantly engulfed by a pair of thick hungry lips. She was now trapped in his embrace and could feel herself gladly surrendering to it, giving in as the sun kissed her naked body.

She felt both anxious and immeasurable satisfaction from the thick and throbbing black cock in her hands, she had never felt one so large, so engorged, so powerful, she was more than pleased with her decision to choose this one. They carried on for what felt like eternity, kissing, stroking, rubbing, teasing one another.

She could feel every pulsing vein in his thick African cock without needing to look down, moaning in pleasure as her pink nipples were sucked and her now dripping pussy was teased by two rough fingers.

The worker grunted and grabbed her roughly, bending Hitomi over a water barrel nearby and inserting two fingers into her swollen vagina. With a loud moan she begged him softly and bluntly, "fuck me", but he continued, inserting a third finger which forced her to yell followed by a giggle. She was now beyond just needing his cock, she was craving it, drooling for it, her pussy swollen red and coating his rough African fingers in sticky juices.

With a deep, ragged breath, she closed her eyes and felt his hands grip her hips, her dress lay on the ground nearby, feeling the sun on every inch of her pale body as his gigantic black cock penetrated her without care. She yelped, screaming and clawing at the wooden staves of the barrel, her face was contorting and her legs were up in the air already as he slid inward.

Her tight pussy had felt many of the workers inside it, but this one was stretching her widely, so wide he wouldn't have been able to fit if not for how soaking wet it was. His thick and swollen head parted her walls, pushing deep inside her as it oozed potent African pre-cum all over her insides like a faucet someone hadn't fully turned off.

With time it began to hurt less, but Hitomi still couldn't give up her clawing and scratching at the barrel as he inched deeper and deeper, drawing his hips back to push it in a little more until he was sure he'd bottomed out.

With a long deep breath he gripped her tight hips and pulled back until he could feel her pussy lips around his glans then he pressed back in deeply, repeating the motion over and over until he had built up a pace. Within a couple of minutes he was pumping her long and deep, his hips carrying on and feeding her ridiculously tight pussy the big black cock it craved so much, making her scream as his natural instincts overwhelmed him and he started pumping her harder.

Hitomi felt that her body may actually break from one of his brutal thrusts deep inside her, then she felt his hand grab the back of her neck and his sweaty ebony body leaned over her slender asian frame, she felt his breath on her cheek as he kissed her and gave her a few seconds of rest, listening to her moan with his heavy dick pulsing deep inside and her walls contracting around his girth.

Even the tiniest twitch or movement of his dick made her squirm and scream, her nails clawing into the hard wood with her knuckles turning white and sweat dripping down her forehead and cheeks. He gripped a handful of her hair and tugged gently, enough to make her keep her head up as his hips began to pump her full of dick again, rolling them as he fucked her and gave her pale asscheek a stinging slap.

Then she began blurting out words incoherently, finally getting it together long enough to helplessly cry out, "you're so fucking big, I love your big black cock!", in her soft, sweet, sultry voice, the sound of pure defeat in every word as he pulled his dark hips back and pushed them forward to meet her pale cheeks.

He could feel the pre-cum leaking into her, he hadn't had sex in weeks and hadn't had privacy to masturbate in almost as long, he was backed up and feeling borderline animalistic, unable to control himself as he grabbed the back of her soft neck and grunted into the open air. The sweat now dripping off the both of them as they pleasured each other.

Hitomi finally caught a momentary break as his hung cock flopped out of her long enough to turn around and sit herself on top of the barrel to spread her legs wide open for him. It was at that moment she slid her fingers into her ruined snatch and felt just how much her had gaped her, she again lost herself to pleasure as she was taken again by his massive hung ebony cock.

Her screams of pleasure echoed across the fields, endlessly he fucked her, pounding into her with a dark hand around one thigh so tight it would leave bruises and the other hand on the back of her head, Hitomi was curled up against him, being conquered without care as their sweaty foreheads pressed together.

Hitomi felt her eyes go cross and her tongue flopped out, blurting out random words that made no sense as she threw her head back and screamed into the open air with her own orgasm violently releasing in creamy squirts all over his lower body, prompting him to find a second wind in himself and throw her gently onto a pile of harvested wheat.

Hitomi watched on her back as he mounted her for the last time, the soft wheat beneath her as her eyes rolled into her head and she wrapped her pale legs around his midnight black waist. She stared up at the clouds rolling by, moaning deeply with this African bull pumping her, she was in pure bliss and her brain drew a blank on every thought that wasn't wanting him to cum deep inside. His heavy body smothered her tiny frame, bouncing on the wheat with every strong and deep thrust, caressing his strong back and arm muscles until she couldn't take it anymore, she needed him to cum.

"Please cum," she moaned lowly into his ear, *give me your seed," she continued, encouraging him to pump harder and deeper with everything he had. He was close and she could feel it, moaning into his ear as she whispered to him, "I want your African seed inside me, fuck me with your big black dick", and with that he raised himself up, his hands wrapping around her fragile throat, choking her until she went red in the face while he clenched his teeth and growled.

Then, unable to hold back any longer, he stared down at Hitomi, her face now a light shade of purple as he choked her brutally, tiny hands around his strong wrists begging him to let go, her cheeks puffy and gasping for air, he felt so dominant and she felt so helpless. He could also feel the biggest, strongest orgasm of his life coming. His eyes closed, teeth clenched, Hitomi was practically out of oxygen now, slapping and trying to escape.

Then she felt it, like a hot coal shoved inside inside her she felt him release an orgasm so deep it was almost in her guts, it felt unending, twitch after twitch, rope after rope, he just kept erupting more cum inside her until it began to spill out the sides. She'd begged him over and over for his cum, for his seed, now she was facing a tsunami of potent African nut deep inside her while staring up at him with half-closed eyes as his grip relaxed and she could finally catch her breath.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, "thanks, Miss Honda," he said simply, his black cock still buried deep inside her as they panted and held each other on the soft pile of wheat and traded kisses back and forth. "Anytime, stud," she moaned to him, kissing his cheek before he finally got off her tiny frame, his dark hands still roaming her pale reddened body. He wrapped a hand around her chin and looked down, watching as she smiled and sucked his thumb. "Good girl," he said simply, standing up and extending a hand.

He lifted her up and handed her the dress, helping her put it on and straightened it out as they kissed one more time, Hitomi lovingly pulled his pants back on and gave his slick cockhead a deep kiss before she pushed it back inside its fabric prison and zipped him up. They walked back up to the house where the other workers were still tending to the garden, whenever she came back from the wheat field with someone they knew she'd been fucked and probably cummed inside of.

They all smiled as she sent them home early for the day with full pay, each one grabbing her pretty pale ass and giving her either a kiss on the cheek, the forehead or on her bruised neck as they left. Hitomi slumped over in her porch swing and grabbed the pillow, curling up on the cushion as she took a nap in the cool afternoon breeze with a look of satisfaction and bliss on her face, feeling the cum slowly dripping out of her used cunt.

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secretlpaca · 7 months ago

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[Toon x Mobster] Chapter 1: First encounter.

Jack Desmond was running under the heavy rain with a bag over his head as he had given his umbrella to an old lady on his way home, an act of generosity that wasn't out of place in the whimsical place of cartoons.

He had almost missed the dark shape sprawled out in an alleyway. Nothing too unusual, maybe some ne'er-do-wells or a goofy character caught in some mishap, but somehow, his gut told him that it felt different. Disturbingly out of place.

Hesitant yet worried, he trudges closer, his shoes being tainted with red as he knelt down beside the dark figure. “Hey, buddy, you alright?” he called out, voice full of concern. His fingers tentatively touched the man’s shoulder.

Jack gasped, pulling his hand back quickly. His fingers were smeared with something deeply red and thick. His brain blanks out as he processes what he's seeing. Ketchup? Paint? No, wait-

His spine crawls at the sight and he jolts up, gripping his wrist as if he'd just been burned by fire, confused eyes shaking yet staying transfixed on the injured person as he stumbles backwards. He takes a closer look at the man's face- or, just his entire self for that matter. Staring back at him was his face twisted into a harsh scowl, unconscious. Deep scars crisscrossed his face, making him look rather villainous.

This guy wasn’t a Toon. The thick dark coat, those scars- the blood. This man was from another genre, one that didn’t belong in their streets of lighthearted fun.

This was when Jack's mind remembered the news he'd been seeing lately. Reports of dangerous men, bad guys, causing unease in the city. His eyes caught sight of the gun tucked into the man’s coat, confirming Jack’s fears.

The Guktav, one of the biggest and most influential criminal syndicates in the Grim genre where this gloomy-looking person probably came from.

He wasn’t just hurt, he was dangerous. There were already plenty of news about these people doing serious harm to the citizens of this city, not even including the ones that's not covered by the media yet, and this man here was probably one of them.

His heart pounded in his chest, unsettled. “...S- serves him right.” Jack muttered, more to convince himself than anything else.

But the more he stared, the more the puddle of blood spread.

Jack’s stomach churned. He’d never seen anything like this in his life. The slapstick gags and violence he was used to always ended with a quick laugh and a bounce back. But this? This wasn’t funny. The sight made his insides twist.

Jack glanced down at his hands, still stained with blood. The rain hadn’t washed it away, no matter how hard it came down.

He slowly starts to walk away, ready to head home and call the authorities…. when his heart pounded in his chest, the conflicting battle of his mind and heart finally crashing down on him.

"Oh-! Applesticks!" Jack curses, turning back with a huff and stomping to the man. “This is a bad idea.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he bent down again-

Jack's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when the man's gruff hands grabbed unto his arms and pulled him down, bloodshot eyes glaring straight at him. Jack's legs felt weak, his knees buckling and harshly hitting the bloody floor, terrified as the man's stare told him all he needed to know.

Do anything bad and he'd kill him.

The man's eyelids twitched, pupils rolling back. His large body collapsed on top of the smaller man, making Jack stutter as he fell on his bum, unable to balance himself. Jack lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, staring at the unconscious man lying limp on his stomach, staining Jack's suit with his blood.

Jack Desmond swallows hard, his heart wavering. Was he really about to do this?

[Context:]

Gavriel Huffman had been sent out to manage some business on a different country when, in the middle of his trip, he'd been attacked by a rival Guktav branch that had been following their car secretly.

Gavriel's group were chased into a secluded road before eventually crashing. Without the rival group seeing, Gavriel snuck out of the car, trying to take his men with him but being too injured to do so. His men managed to convince Gavriel with difficulty to flee on his own. He hides, watching bitterly as they get gunned down by the rival group.

Not being too far off from a city, he sneaks inside where the toons reside, collapsing on a random alleyway where he passes out from blood loss where Jack Desmond sees him by pure chance. Feeling sorry for the man, he brings him home with him, guessing that taking him to the hospital would probably get him interrogated by authorities and imprisoned. Jack doesn't know why he cares so much but the sight of Gavriel's dying body on the dark alleyway left quite an impact on Jack's psyche.

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