Part 3: The final fitting
Sakura stared at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. She grabbed the hand towel closest to her and patted the fresh water off of her beautiful smooth porcelain skin. Reaching into her bag she reapplied her eyeliner to highlight her large almond-shaped brown eyes. Next, she found and applied her favorite bright red lipstick to her puffy full lips. She puckered her lips to appreciate how the bright color made her feel like she was a geisha in Japan. A sex worker who identified and fulfilled the fantasies of men in the elite class. To her, the analogy seemed fitting. Like a siren, she has used her innocence, submission, and flirtations to fulfill the lustful fantasies of the men around her.
She wasn’t always like that. As a foreign exchange student from Japan, she was generally shy around people afraid of saying the wrong things. She sought adventure but found it difficult to find her role in this new world. At least until today. Her sexual desires have been opened up like Pandora’s box, insatiable and thirsty to find the depth of her passions. Sakura realized that she wanted to wear her lust like a badge of honor. Whatever Brian did to her, opening her up to this new world, has changed her forever. After taking one final look at her outfit in the mirror, straightening her pleated skirt and her thin white blouse, she left the bathroom.
As she walked out of the bathroom she was surprised to bump into Max. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled chin. She felt a connection with him instantly at the tux shop and had fantasized about meeting him here ever since. If she was honest with herself she resolved to deliver his pants to him personally because she hoped to seduce him.
“Oh hey, I was looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?” Max said. She thought back to the past two hours where on not one, but two occasions, friends of his had accosted her and had their way with her. Thinking about her recent orgasms causes a familiar wetness to build on her pantiless clam. “Do you mind checking my suit pants for me? I think they are too short now.” She couldn’t say no to him. She placed her tiny hand in his and he led her into the living room she was in earlier with Dave. The room was vacant.
“Let me go put my tuxedo on real quickly, do you mind pouring us some drinks? I prefer scotch.” Max said. “No problem,” she said, walking over to the bar. She dropped two balls of ice into a glass and poured some 18-year McCallen scotch into the crystal glasses. Max walked to the middle of the room where his tuxedo was laying on a table and removed it from the bag then, to Sakura’s surprise he began, taking off his clothes in front of her. She watched him, like a voyeur, taking several sips of her drink. Its initial bite was sharp to her upper pallet but gradually the oak flavor settled radiating warmth throughout her. With his back facing her, the fireplace casted shadows that danced on his muscular back allowing her to see each defined muscle group, his narrow waist, and his tight smooth butt. As he bent over to pull his pants up she could see his long penis swing side to side before being housed into his fitted tuxedo pants. She felt aroused. He turned around, locking eyes with her, pulling her attention back to his tall dark, and handsome smile. His gorgeous tan skin and rippling six-pack danced with the colors of the dim fireplace light. She walked up to him and handed him his ice-cold drink.
He gulped the oaky scotch and lifted the glass to take note of the ice balls and rich light brown color. “Mmmm, I love scotch…it reminds me of sex.” He said looking deep into her deep brown eyes to ensure his suggestive statement resonated. She put her empty glass down and placed her now cold hands against his chest. He smiled down at her. She slowly descended to the floor, taking a familiar position in front of him… on her knees… recreating where they left off at the tuxedo shop. She looked and checked his pants to confirm that the length was good.
“These are perfect!” she said to him.
“So are you,” he said. He looked down at this beautiful girl in front of him. His hand caressed her cheek. Her perfectly round ass and B-cup breasts matched her body perfectly. He stared down into her exposed cleavage which allowed her breasts to jiggle with every movement. Her straight black hair contrasted sharply with her creamy smooth skin.
She looked up at him, her red pouty lips stirring his manhood awake. She was instantly reminded of their encounter earlier. Her body betrayed her as her hand returned to the long snake in his pants rubbing his rod and then looking up to his eyes. His smirk said it all to her – he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Her hands moved to the adjustable tabs on either side of his tuxedo pants, unlocked the tabs, and pulled his pants to the floor. Released from its prison, his long uncircumcised cock grew outward and bounced up and down next to her face as if it were a short sword seeking to knight her for her good deeds. “Show me that you want it,” he said, staring at her.
She shifted her body and let her knees spread wide apart, allowing him to see her drenched pussy from behind her pleated skirt. She wrapped her tiny hands around his long veiny penis and pulled back his sheath to expose his large bulbous helmet with a curved bumpy ridge. From under his glorious cock, the tip of his penis created a heart shape that connected to the tip of his warhead which oozed a white creamy liquid the same color as the unfiltered sake she drank earlier in the night.
Sakura opened her small mouth and wrapped her red-stained lips fully around his girth, engulfing his engorged manhood and welcoming him into her wet, warm, and soft mouth. His pre-cum tasted rich and salty. With his helmet in her mouth, she expertly curled her tongue around the base of his head and sucked on the tip of his prick to earn more of his milk. The breaking in suction caused by Max’s rocking motion resulted in a wet sexy slurpy sound. “Mmmm, that’s a good girl.” She loved the positive affirmations. As he backed out fully she opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue, letting long ropes of saliva bridge the gap between his cock and her drooling mouth. He pushed, roughly, into her agape mouth again.
“Sakura, deep throat, all of my cock!” he commanded. She looked up, her large almond eyes glowing from the dim flickering fireplace light. She was so attracted to him she wanted to please him, but she had never done that before. She decided to try. She opened her mouth willing to be his courtesan. He watched his tiny Japanese sex toy consume inch after inch of his 9” cock. His hands wrapped around her head, holding her straight black hair, and he guided his long cock to the back of her throat and then released her. He started gently but as the minutes passed he became more aggressive and frustrated. Her tiny hands moved back and forth along his long veiny manhood praying he would release his seed into her belly.
Her lips opened and he shoved his dick into her cramming through the narrowing in the back of her throat. Her throat hugged his spear tip tightly. He held his cock in her mouth for 30 seconds before allowing her to come up for air. Each time he pulled out he was excited to see the long ropes of saliva and pre-cum that connected the two.
She gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes watered, drool dripped from her lips, as he penetrated her mouth again seeking to punch past the back of her head. “Fuck, Sakura, open up!” he yelled. She wanted to please him but he was so rough. She protested the assault of her mouth. “You’re too long! I can’t take it all!” Tears streamed from her eyes. She gasped for air feeling like a failure. She wanted to play along. Why wasn’t he being nice to her anymore? They had a connection, didn’t they?
“Get off your knees, you lazy slut, and open your throat!” He barked. His statement lacked empathy but she was drawn to his confidence and followed his command… She rose from her knees, bent over parallel to the ground, giving Max more leverage on her tiny mouth. “Fuck, you are hot! That’s a good girl!” He said as he leaned forwards grabbing her ass and impaling his rod into her over and over until her nose was finally at the base of his cock. She quelled the gag reflex as her neck stretched tightly around his manhood like a latex glove. “Fuck Sakural”, he yelled, “You did it! Good girl!” He let her go and pulled out of her mouth allowing her to gag and gasp for air before he returned for more.
His loud moans summoned the other groomsmen from the party who watched Sakura from behind deep throating Max’s log and treating her like a whore. She did not realize she had an audience, with her eyes shut, impaled on his cock, her ass up high in the air. Her beautiful long legs spread apart for balance narrowed to her glistening cunt that was being serviced by her spare hand. Dave, Bill, and Chris closed the door behind them quietly and took off their clothes.
To Sakura’s surprise a stranger’s hand wrapped around her body, intertwining together with the hand she had between her legs, pressed against her wetness, and rotated in small gentle circles on her little nub. Their fingers created a natural ribbed surface that shifted from her soft dainty fingers to her new partner’s rougher hands. She was elated that someone was there to help give her pleasure as a respite from the abuse. The new sensation sent waves radiating from her sensitive zone exploding with fireworks of pleasure. “Ohhhhhh” she cooed. She felt her pleated skirt being unzipped and allowed to drop to the floor.
Sakura opened her eyes to identify her new partner and was shocked to be surrounded by the naked groom and groomsmen. Three very different rigid cocks we erected next to her face. Bill’s curved 6” penis pointed upward to her left. Chris’ massive thick beast hung down low. His familiar ebony tool engorged for another cock sucking. She had never been in a gangbang and fear flashed across her face. “Sakura, listen to me! You did this! You came here for these cocks, now you have to take it like a big girl! Don’t be a cock tease!” Max scolded her in a cold and distant voice. She didn’t want to disappoint. She knew she couldn’t back out now and she suppressed her fear and prepared for their joint attack.
Both Bill and Chris’ hands roamed Sakura’s chest. Their fingers unbuttoned her blouse, squeezed her breasts, and twisted her nipples to her elation. With so many hands, her body tingled and warmed. Her shirt and bra fell to the floor – they were now all naked. Her breasts swayed freely for a few moments until being mauled again more aggressively by her assailants. “Ohhhhhh” she moaned, enjoying their attention. Her hands reached up to beat on each of the cocks to her side as Max’s straight member pressed against Sakura’s open mouth muffling her moan. His hand returned to her head and pushed her down onto his cock.
From behind, Dave continued to rub Sakura’s clit, spreading her juices liberally, allowing her wetness to smear down her upper thighs. With his right hand, he positioned his 6” penis in front of Sakura’s inviting hole and plunged in balls deep. She yelped as much as she could with Max’s full length again rammed down her deep cavernous throat. Her sore pussy welcomed Dave’s cock, she needed the pleasure to offset the pain. She tightened her asshole and flexed her kegel muscles to grip him, hoping to make him cum. Upon feeling her tightness close around him he rapidly pistoned double-time into her penis fly trap allowing his abs to slap against her beautiful round ass rocketing her again and again down Max’s long manhood. “Oh, fuckkk – take it all slut!” Max bellowed. He held Sakura’s head to his cock and let ropes and ropes of his salty seed shoot into Sakura’s mouth and down the back of her throat. She swallowed what she could, relieved he was done.
Sakura watched Max recoil his long-spent fuel rod out of her mouth and guide Bill to replace him. But she didn’t care – her focus, now, was on the pure joy radiating from her pussy. Dave continued plowing his nice thick bear cub into Sakura’s buzzing nectar pot while rubbing her clit. “Ohhhhh…Uh, uh, uh,” she panted with each thrust. Her body was radiating electricity. Sakura felt so good.
Bill continued to twist her nipples with one hand while he aimed his penis at her open mouth with the other and then forced her to suck his cock too. Her soft tongue cradled his curved lad and with each thrust, he too slid deeper and deeper to the back of her throat.
At that same time, Dave’s moans got louder. “Damn it Sakura, your so tight!” He howled fucking her furiously as he approached his climax. Dave made one final thrust into her and screamed, “Fuck yeah!!!!” As he deposited load after load of his giz into her sopping wet hole. She could feel his warm liquid spurt into her in waves, deep into her cavity, and spread its warmth throughout her body.
Hooting and hollering erupted as a loud slap from Dave’s high-five with Bill happened above her. She didn’t care…at last, all of the wound-up tension Sakura had built up culminated into a massive release of her own. “Ohhhhh…” Her body released its prisoners like Chinese handcuffs letting go of both of her captured cocks at the same time. Electricity vibrated all around Sakura, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Aiya!!!!!!!” She howled. “Oh god…. Yess…I’m cumming!”. Sakura’s knees gave out beneath her. Her tiny sweaty body rolled from one orgasm to another orgasm. “Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, yesssss,” she moaned.
Using Chris’ hard rigid cock she held herself upright. He stared at her shaking body watching the most incredible sexy orgasm he had ever witnessed in person. Is cock leaping in excitement? His lust overrode any sense of compassion he should have had for her and instead of waiting he immediately grabbed her mid-orgasm to service his needs. With his other hand, he lifted Sakura completely off the ground, spreading her legs to straddle around his waist, and lowered her wet loose opening onto his large black snake. “Ohhhhh, ow… you’re too big!!” She yelled as Chris’ soda can thick dick slid into her loosened cunt.
It hurt, and burned, she knew what we had to do. She bore down, opening up her cunt muscles and opening her sphincter. Allowing him to penetrate her deeply, a strategy she learned fucking Brian earlier that day. But this was different. Chris wasn’t just as thick as Brian but also several inches longer. Sakura closed her eyes and bit down on her lips. She could feel the veins on his massive cock, stretching her wide apart, as his one-eyed jack pillaged deep into her love tunnel inch by inch. Each time he hit a barrier, he slid her up his cock and dropped her down allowing gravity to help move her all the way down his flag pole. “Ohhhhhhh godddddd!… Oh” is all she could say as her fortune cookie split open, the intense pain of being ripped apart erupted into another orgasm. Her pussy was burning sore.
Bill, focused on Sakura’s opened and quivering butt hole. He smeared his dick with lubricant, aimed, and fired his manhood past her puckering firewall. The head of his penis, bigger than any finger that invaded her before, popped into her ass sending a searing pain through her.
“Owwwww….nooooooooo! I have stretched apart too much…. Ooowwweee!” But it was too late. Chris lifted and dropped her down again driving Bill’s curved member balls deep into her butt hole and into the stiff black anaconda. Her body’s natural response was to release any available air in her butt to make room for Bill’s big greasy sausage resulting in a loud and massive, “brrr”. She didn’t have time to get embarrassed, as she gritted her teeth and focused on the pain of being jackhammered in her virgin asshole and sloppy wet burning cunt.
Chris leaned back and plopped, suddenly and swiftly, onto the chaise couch. His and Sakura’s legs were spread wide apart. Sakura, now fully adjusted to his size, rocked her hips first slowly and then more quickly. Being in more control, her hips pumped rapidly up and down his black hard anaconda making slapping sounds against her sweaty skin. “Sakura you are so fucking hot!” He said, twisting her nipples as she rode him.
The other men, now hard again, gathered around Sakura rubbing their long rods to the voyeuristic erotic sight unfolding before them.
Brian watched as Chris’ black cock slid out and into Sakura’s pink wet pussy and porcelain yellow skin. Her red-rimmed, open asshole moved up and down quickly like a target in a shooting range. In his new position, Bill had a lot more leverage now, he aimed at the target and plugged his slimy rod deep into her butthole, opening up Sakura even further than she thought possible. “Owwwieee!!” She chirped. With his knees slightly bent and his upper body looming over Sake’s back he pounded his hips into her so fast it looked like he was leaving the ground. Sweat from his body flew forward into her… “Oh god, ow, ow, ow!! ” She screamed. He trusted into her violently, punching into her tight ass so rapidly that he looked like a rabid drooling dog fucking a bitch in heat.
Sakura’s scorched asshole stung with pleasure and pain. “Oh god!!! Uhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Her body clenched up tightly. Bill’s rapid thrusts slowed down as her asshole bit down at the base of his cock, “Yaaaahhhhoooooo!!! ” he hooted as his cum shot load after load out of his cock into her once virgin asshole. He continued to plow her as his cock softened allowing her shitter to milk his cum clean from his tool.
Chris, enjoying his front-row seat to her orgasm, held down her hips and increased the speed of his thrusting thick manhood. Her sensitive exposed clit rubbed against his tight curly pubic hair. Her body shook uncontrollably as he pistoned faster and faster into her, slapping her ass with his big black balls, “oh yeah, oh yeah!” She whined and then he made a long satisfied growl, “rawr” before his massive load shot deep into her reaching his climax. His balls gushed a torrent of giz deep into her cunt mixing with her cum, but filled so completely by the two men she could feel his cum rapidly jet out around his massive log and shoot out of her twat. “Ohhhh”, Sakura moaned, with her mouth wide open, as her orgasm eased.
The sight of it all was too much. Max and Dave, in synchronization, released their seeds rope after rope onto Sakura’s closed eyes and open mouth. Her face was covered in their goo.
Clapping and hooting, the spent men roared in celebration as Bill, Sakura, and Chris collapsed on top of each other. Bill’s floppy cock fell out first unplugging Sakura’s butthole allowing his sticky cum to ooze out of her dark cavern and drip down her butt cheeks. Sakura could feel Chris’s dick go flaccid but it was still incredibly big and thick. He slowly lifted her off him and she could finally feel his large snake slither away from her hole.
They all left her on the couch, alone and abandoned laying in their pool of cum. The men gathered at the bar, high-fived, and celebrated their conquest. Congratulations went around the room and stories of how tight the little slut was and how much cum they deposited in her seemed to echo in the room for a long time. “Max, I can’t believe you got her to do a gang bang! You won the bet! You deserve this $1,200 bucks! It happened just the way you said it would. Best wedding gift ever, worth every penny!” Bill congratulated him.
Sakura was spent. Her legs were jello and she didn’t have the energy to move. She stayed laying for several minutes alone on the leather chaise, in a puddle of cum, letting the cream from her intruders naturally ooze out of her. Through the cum dripping from her eyebrows she stared at the men, all naked and joyful. She felt used and discarded. This isn’t what she wanted. To these men she liked, she was just a slut.
Dave returned after 5 minutes with an ice pack wrapped in a thin towel and a cup of water. “I…I am sorry. I didn’t know.” He said with empathy in his eyes. She wiped up the cum off her face and applied the ice pack to her vagina and bum. “Let me take care of you.”
His kind words set her at ease. He carried her to her bedroom, “Please sleep here tonight. It’s too late to drive back home. I will make you breakfast in the morning.” She was grateful that he suggested it and quickly fell asleep in the satin sheets he laid her in.
When Sakura awoke, around 10 am, the men were all gone. Her legs and ass were still very sore and she walked slowly trying to keep her legs apart. She presumed the men were at the wedding.
Breakfast was waiting for her with eggs, bacon and orange juice, and a note. She was thankful to Dave for the kind gesture she knew he did. She opened the note and saw it was written by Max. The note read:
“Thank you for an amazing night. Let’s do it again!
P.S. Here is some money for your services and for the car ride back home”
$200 sat in the envelope, $1,000 shy of what Max won from the bet. She felt disgusted by the cash. And disgusted for being treated like some cheap whore.. Sakura grabbed the cash and stumbled out of the groomsmen’s house with mixed emotions. She couldn’t believe what had just happened – how far she let it go. She savored her wonderful orgasms but was sad that the man she felt most connected with treated her the worst. She drove home rethinking what was most important about a relationship.
Part 4: Peace Offering (FINAL CHAPTER)