Pick-Me-Up Then Dick-Me-Down

Yumi checked the government portal one more time, hoping against hope that something would be different this time.

No change. Her green card for America was still set to expire in six months.

Despite the clear blue skies and the beautiful white sand beach, she had no desire to do anything but lay on the pool chair and feel the wind on her skin. This trip was supposed to take her mind off of her situation, but it just highlighted the life she wouldn't get to live in Japan.

Under the harsh sunbeams, she could already notice her ring tan begin to fade. It had been cruel of her to demand so much from her ex-husband, but she had never expected the petty small man he could become when upset. She perhaps made a mistake by latching onto the first available man to get a US citizenship. They never fit together perfectly, but she thought she would have more time to sort things out even if they did break up. What she hadn't expected was for him to immediately rescind his support for her naturalization and call the fucking ICE.

Every few hours, she oscillated between blaming herself for making a hasty choice and feeling the raw hurt of his betrayal. Yumi mourned the loss of the life she could have built. She had secured a job as a concept artist for a company that she liked, but they couldn't sponsor her citizenship. She had found herself a group of like-minded friends, both Japanese-born and American-born. Yet the dream felt further and further out of reach with every job rejection. And who could blame them for not wanting to hire and sponsor a Japanese citizen right out of college without much of a portfolio to speak of?

Even her friends couldn't help. Kaya, an old classmate and nepo baby, did what she could in calling lawyers, but it just didn't seem like things would work out. In the end, Kaya decided to make Yumi go to her family's timeshare to take her mind off things. As a last hurrah of living in America. There was a luxurious house on the outskirts of Honolulu with an attached resort. It was one of the kindest gifts she had ever received, but a sudden emergency in the family business had prevented Kaya from coming. Despite the steady flow of video calls from her friends, she was deeply lonely. The scenic beaches were only so beautiful when she was alone to see them. She had grown used to, perhaps too dependent, on her ex-husband and now she paid the price.

So much had been taken away from her in an instant, leaving her terrified of the uncertainty in her life. To return to Japan likely meant living with her father again who had never supported her dreams of being an artist. It would mean returning to a nation that felt old and backwards to her. It wasn't that life would be miserable in Japan, but that she would leave America without the chance to have really tried.

The hot sting of a tear rolling down the slope of her cheek pulled her out of her thoughts. Blinking twice, she decided she couldn't stand to be outside for another moment. Packing her things, she swiftly made her way towards the house.

"Miss, is everything alright?"

An older man approached her, maybe in his 50s. Despite his age, he wore his years well with a handsome chiseled face and only flecks of gray in his chin-length hair. He was a head taller than her, but that meant little considering her diminutive five-nothing height. He was wearing red swim trunks and a kind smile.

Yumi tore her gaze away from him. She just wanted to shut the rest of the world out, watch some shitty television in the bedroom and fall asleep. Him being so good-looking just felt like the world taunting her.

"I don't need anything!" Yumi yelled, louder than she intended. She could notice a number of heads in her peripheral vision turn towards her for causing a scene. Cringing, she turned around, pulled her beach robe over her head like a child, and scurried off.

A mere minute before she arrived at the house, the skies darkened and rain began to pour suddenly. At least this time, she thought, the universe was matching her mood. Pulling her towel over her head, she was able to get through mostly dry. Inside, Yumi found herself in the bathroom, changing out of her wet swimsuit. It was a beautiful navy blue bikini that had been picked out by her ex. It was comfortable, looked great on her, and fit perfectly, just like all of the clothes her ex had gifted her. What had started as a charming trait turned bitter when so many of her favorite clothes were tainted by the memory. It was hard to reconcile the man who knew her favorite clothes and foods better than she did with the man willing to call a government agency to ruin her life.

Looking down at her nude body in the huge bathroom mirror, she intellectually knew that her petite form with perky breasts had been perfect in her ex's eyes, but an irrational part of her hated that too. Despite the crying and the general shitty direction her life had taken her, she looked great. Her eyelashes were long, her skin was clear, her shoulder-length hair had great volume and shine, and her nails looked amazing with the fresh red coat of polish. Kaya had insisted on a trip to a salon together before they left and the results were fantastic. Now with Kaya busy, Yumi realized she might have taken their last outing together for granted. Instead of relaxing, Yumi had spent the time at the spa trip complaining about job interviews and incessantly checking her phone.

It wasn't so simple... she thought to herself. She was a person entitled to emotions and taking things poorly.

Still, Kaya deserved better than what she had been giving her. Her other friends deserved better than what she had been giving them. Even the stranger on the beach deserved better.

Yumi slept fitfully, her body struggling to adapt to the new timezone and her turbulent emotions. If nothing else, she was grateful that she had blocked her ex's number.

Walking out of the house with the same swimsuit as the previous day, she felt a renewed resolve to truly savor this vacation. This time, she took a clear raincoat with her, a less fashionable piece than the diaphanous robe she wore the previous day, but a more practical one.

As she was turning a corner, she bumped into someone. She almost gasped. It was the guy from yesterday. He glanced down at her and gave another one of his bright smiles. He seemed dressed for the beach too, only wearing slippers and a pair of swimming shorts, the rest of his toned body proudly displayed. Yumi found herself lost in his body for a short moment.

"Feeling better today?"

Yumi nodded without saying a word, but she matched her pace to his. He seemed like a good sort and it was probably best she got some company. Besides, given the way he was appraising her, it seemed like he wanted to spend time with her as well.

"So, you're from the mainland, then?" he asked.

"Michigan, I moved there from Japan when I went to college," she said.

"Heh, your English is pretty good for only living here for what? 2 years?"

The tips of her ears went red. She was young, but certainly not 19-20. "I moved here 4 years ago! I'm twenty-two!" She said enunciating every word.

His face burst into a shit-eating grin. "Bless your Asian genes for their fountain of youth."

Yumi was about to snap back, but she decided to take the backhanded compliment instead. Instead, she just looked up at him, taking it in. The sun had tanned his skin a beet red, but the smile lines around his eyes implied he had enjoyed every minute of it.

Eventually, he turned to the left, to a busier beach than they were yesterday. There was the sound of children screaming and waves crashing. Away from the water, she could see a wooden hut bar. Maybe that was why he picked out this beach.

"I'm Ted, by the way. Never caught your name."

"So sorry for not introducing myself, my name is Yumi."

It was early enough that they were able to find a spot. The man laid out a huge towel, just large enough that they could share it if they were close to each other. Considering Yumi had forgotten a towel, it was going to have to be good enough.

In her bag, she was still able to locate her sunscreen, her phone, and a few other knick knacks.

"Here, you clearly need it," she said as she handed him the sunblock.

"Hey, how do you know I wasn't born looking this way?"

She made a point to stare up and down his body. He was fit, especially for a man his age, but skin was beginning to loosen at the joints. Another person might have called it ugly, but she felt oddly entranced like seeing the gnarled roots of a great tree.

"You've aged pretty well, like a fine wine, but don't push it."

Chastised, he rubbed the lotion over his limbs. It wasn't a particularly generous or thorough application, so Yumi saw an opening. "Hey, rub my back and I'll rub yours?"

"You Japanese girls are all so obsessed with your skin," he drawled. "Of course, I'd love the privilege of rubbing this all over your back."

An alarm bell went off in her head. An old white guy acting as if he knew Japanese girls? What was the world coming to? "Shut up, lie down and give me that."

She made sure to use generous dollops of sunblock on his back, rubbing in the lotion onto his hard muscles. It was her first time touching a back like this with such leathery skin yet corded muscle underneath. She decided she liked it.

"Having a little too much fun aren't we?" He said underneath her hands.

"Make sure you're as thorough with me okay?" She felt excited in a way she hadn't felt before in years, maybe ever. It had been mostly expected for her, as a college student, to date another college student her age even if they weren't the same ethnicity, but this was uncharted territory. He was easily twice her age, but she was oddly unconcerned. Eventually, she was confident she had rubbed sunscreen on every bit of his exposed skin.

Laying down on her front, she tensed at the sound of her sunblock bottle farting. She refused to look back as she heard moist hands clap lotion back and forth. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt him untie the knot of her bikini top.

"You said to be thorough," he said huskily.

Her heart skipped a beat. They had been dancing around it so far, but this was a move that very much confirmed his intentions. Still, she wanted to sit in the sun for a little while. Let him simmer for a bit, see where things went.

The cold lotion hitting her back forced her to stifle a moan. His hands were excellent at rubbing the knots out of her back. Up and down, he roamed his hands all over her back even squeezing her shoulders and sides as a bonus. She was grateful when she finally heard him clip the cap of the sunblock bottle back into place. Any longer and she would have been moaning on the beach for everyone to hear.

Her heart rate returned to normal as Ted laid down by her side. They weren't touching, but there was very little space between them. They made small talk about their lives, where her love of art emerged, funny stories he had from decades of teaching clueless kids how to surf, and more. Eventually, their conversation petered out as they laid there, basking in the sun's rays.

A few hours later, they were at the bar. Well, Yumi was at the bar while he was in the bathroom. She was fiddling with her drink, taking her time. As a relative lightweight, she liked to just get one hard drink a night. Enough to build a buzz and get a taste, but not enough to lose control.

"It seems ol' Theo's taken an interest in you?"

She jerked to attention when she noticed the bartender had pulled up in front of her. She could feel a slight blush on her cheeks before she mentally slapped herself. Sure there was an age gap, but she was a grown-ass woman. "I mean, I'm not calling him old to his face, but I guess he's a few years older."

"He's always had a thing for young tourists like you," the bartender said snidely. He was a stout man about a decade her senior. Not quite as old as Ted, but he wasn't in as good shape either. She wasn't sure she liked the way he was staring her up and down.

Yumi leaned forward, meeting his gaze head on. "Tell me then, is he a bad person?"

"Well, no, just, you know, a guy with a few too many friends if you get what I'm saying?"

Yumi rolled her eyes. She wanted Ted because he had taken the time to try to comfort a crying stranger. She wanted a guy to have some fun with before she returned to the crushing despair of her life. Most importantly, she did not need to be judged by this loser.

"No, I can't say I understand what you're saying," she said.

The bartender was smart enough to take the hint and went to help another customer.

Yumi was bubbly and a little light-headed as she walked back from the beach. In the corner of her eye, she could see Ted walking by her side, with a hint of concern on his face. It was fun to get swept up in the excitement of drinking, but she was putting on an act. It was the same act she had done with her ex before they had sex for the first time, but she was hoping this guy would catch on a bit quicker.

She found herself comparing the two throughout the day. If there was a word to describe her ex, it was timid. He lived like the world around him was built out of cards. It had been his unwillingness to leave his hometown that started the death spiral of their relationship. In the short time she knew Ted, she knew he was bold. Ted had seen her, befriended her, and flirted with her like he knew he was going to rock her world.

"Can you come make sure I get home safe? Like really safe, so you'll have to come inside too."

She giggled at the sharp change in his expression from worried to openly lustful. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head, and she knew she had him where she wanted him.

"You got a nice-"

She put a finger on his mouth before taking him by the wrist to her room. Whatever he had to say about the place paid for by her friend, she didn't want to hear it. She was greedy tonight, and she wanted all his attention on her body.

He let her push him onto the bed, smiling indulgently while she pulled him around like an errant child. She climbed on top of him, smashing her lips into his. He was so much bigger than her that her thighs were wrapped around his torso as she tried her best to devour his face. It was her first time with a man who had long locks she could run her hands through. As she rubbed his scalp, she could hear him purr in contentment.

Ted was giving as good as he got as well. His strong hands kneaded her ass and breasts and hips, gripping just tightly enough to make her gasp before roving her body further. He kissed with the ferocity of a dying man, barely letting her breath as he pressed his lips on her.

Though Yumi was on top, she could already feel herself giving ground. His hands seemed to find sensitive spots she didn't know she had and his kisses hit just right. He was playing her like a master musician playing a new instrument. He knew the notes, and it was quick work finding exactly where he needed to put his mouth and fingers. He groped, pinched, and grabbed her fearlessly, but never pushing too hard for more than a moment.

As his hand roamed up her back, it was with a sudden flourish he untied the back knot of her bikini. He nodded at her as if telling her to take it off. With the smoldering expectant look in his eyes, she regretfully lifted herself away from his head, away from his lips, and pulled the string around her neck over her head. She played with the tiny piece of fabric a little before she tossed it over her shoulder. He was caught off guard, if only for a moment, by her sudden attack on his mouth. Her hands slunk under his arms to feel how strong his back muscles were. She could feel them flex and tightened as his hands ran up and down her body. The closeness with a person she met less than a day ago made her feel alive.

Her heart pounded in her chest because she had no idea what to expect from the stranger. Ted's strength meant he could do any number of things to her, and that got her excited. His massive hands easily covered her tiny titties and they did just that. His palm was pushing her breasts in, squeezing the sensitive flesh while pushing the air out of her chest. A little bit of light-headedness intensified her senses, reminding her of her girlcum threatening to seep into her thighs. The roughness of his hands contrasted with her well-maintained skin. Tingles of pleasure rocked her body because his touch was so perfect. Not too hard, but definitely not too soft. She was so distracted, it took her a moment to realize his mouth was no longer on hers.

Her breathing got shallower as his mouth moved to her neck. Thin hairs from his face stung her delicate neck. She could feel he was breathing hard, clearly just as hungry as she was. His lips ghosted over her neck as heavy exhales sent shivers down her spines.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" She practically came on the spot as he snapped his lips onto her neck and suddenly started to suck. She could ever so barely feel the hardness of his teeth, but his wet lips were just the right amount of pleasure. She arched her head back, pushed herself closer. Her legs were locked around his ribcage, and her fingers were knuckled tight around his hair.

He let her go with a smug smile. As she caught her breath, she noticed he was sliding his trunks off. "You're pretty good... mister," she gasped out.

"You're really gonna get it if you call me old again," he said darkly. His face was consumed with lust, but she doubted it was any different for her.

She perked up immediately. Things had been going a little bit too peacefully. "So what are you gonna do about it?" She taunted.

Yumi was almost bowled over by how quickly he sat up. He caught her before she could fall of course. Pushing her ass down to his hips, she could feel her soaked bikini bottoms rest on his bare cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His mouth moved to devour her nipples. His wet tongue, grazing teeth, and heavy breathing robbed her of the ability to think. His hands palmed at her back, the splay of his fingers reminding her just how petite she was in comparison. He was attacking like a starved man. There was still a technique to his movements, but an edge of desperation really made her feel special. And that's what it was. She didn't care if Ted fucked a new girl every week if she got this kind of intense focus when she was the one in his arms.

Quite the contrary, it made her relax a little that she wasn't the first tourist to spread her legs for him. This man had likely been pounding and ruining Japanese women like her before she was born, and, well, experience certainly counted for something considering how quickly she had fallen apart in his hands.

"Ahhhhhhhh, shiiiiit, don't stop, don't stop," she was having fun, relaxing by screaming and cursing to high heavens. For the first time in a long while, she was able to forget about her worries.

Her world went white for a moment, the shock of everything just hitting all at once. He was fucking brazen, rubbing his naked cock all over her bikini bottoms while obviously leaking pre-cum.

Evidently, he could sense her doubt, but he kept pushing his advantage. With a last curling lick on her bright pink nipple, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her away. Not so far she couldn't feel his breathing on her saliva covered chest, but far enough she was left to grind on his thigh for relief before he locked her in place with superior strength.

Facing her weakest state, he asked, "Do you want me now?"

She nodded eagerly as she writhed in his grip. It was shocking how out of her depth she was, and how much deeper she was willing to sink.

The first time she looked down, she thought had to be hallucinating. She knew she was staring like a deer caught in the headlights, like a schoolgirl in over her head, but she was staring at a monster. Her breathing came out hard and heavy as she was taken by visions of that thing tearing her legs apart and bottoming out past her belly button. The way it rose and fell with his every breath was hypnotizing.

"you're going to break me with that thing," she whispered.

He had the temerity to guffaw at that. "I promise to go slow."

Yumi didn't even think before shaking her head. She was too far gone, greed having taken over her sensibilities. "You know how I want it, old man," she practically spat out the last two words.

He twisted her body like a ragdoll, deftly rolling her onto her back, but keeping her ass aloft. His fingers sank into her lower back and waist, gripping tight enough to just barely sting. But with her so drunk in arousal, a sting of pain made her heart sing.

On his knees, he loomed over her like a god. She could see her body, tiny mauled tits, waist in his hands, sopping wet pussy still covered by navy bikini bottoms, before she could see his body. Blood rushed to her head as he lifted her ass a bit higher.

He let go of her waist with one hand to pull the bikini to the side. Just the brush of his fingers over her engorged lips make her croon. "You're the wettest slut I've ever met. Just asking to be broken."

His hand went back to her waist, giving a little squeeze. With his hip movements, the tip of his cock found her opening. From her angle, she couldn't see his full length, but she could see just how far his hips were from hers. A gasp caught in her throat as her cunt was forcibly spread open.

It was so wide, like being forced to do the splits. Her stomach felt like it was getting crushed, pushed up into her lungs from the cock and squeezed from the sides by his large hands. Her sopping wet hole wrapped around it airtight. She could feel every twitch, every vein, ridge, and breath. It was alive, pulsing, hot, and drooling pre-cum. Even with her wetness, she could feel the shaft provide its own sticky liquid.

She could barely breathe, barely even remember to breathe, but that paled in comparison to the sudden rut Ted followed with. Like a domino being tipped over, Ted let his weight carry him in shoving his cock in. Yumi felt the air knocked out of her in a single blow before he stopped. It took a few moments before she could catch her breath, his cock so deep inside of her it felt like she was trying to breathe through it.

Then she felt a drop of sweat on her forehead. His hips were still nowhere near hers. In this new angle, she could see the dry base of his cock, still not hilting inside of her. It was a lurid view, seeing her cunt split asunder by his thick shaft. With her legs hanging in the air uselessly, she felt all her weight rest on her upper back.

There was pain, but there was also bliss in equal measure. And finally, there was pride. She wanted to take this fat log of a cock, and she wanted to milk it for what it was worth and walk away. And if she couldn't walk away, at least she could brag that she took it.

Ted let gravity pull him deeper. His grip slackened around her waist as his knuckles found support on the bed below. It was beautiful, watching his expression change from tense to euphoric when he sank more and more. His hair was framing his face and his muscles were getting closer. Her mind was frayed and delirious yet they'd barely started. Yumi was finding it hard to breathe again as his shaft seemed to press on her diaphragm. He was so hot, sliding into her like a poker and igniting her loins. Idly, she wondered if she would ever fully close her legs again.

Yumi was utterly gorgeous with her pink cheeks, matted hair, shallow breaths, and dickdrunk expression. It was the way her unfocused eyes could still meet his gaze and subconsciously challenge Ted that made things dangerous.

Never before had he been so incensed by a woman who was such a glutton for punishment. He could see her asking 'is that all you got' even as her insides were being reamed open. Her expressions changed just ever so slightly with every shift of his cock, but she still held a sliver of control. He wanted to wrest it away from her. He wanted to see her face awash in the throes of a devastating climax. He needed it.

So he pulled back. He put his weight on his haunches as schlicking noises came from their mating. Yumi's hands went from gripping the sheets to instinctively reaching towards her tummy, as if trying to find something missing. In the next moment, her hands went right back to gripping the sheets as he smashed his way back in, even deeper this time.

Yumi was so overwhelmingly full, like a balloon about to burst from the pleasure. Yet she held on. Something inside of her demanded that she keep it all inside. Her legs instinctively clasped behind Ted's back, and her spine arched upwards.

Ted built his pace hastily. Harder and faster thrusts caused Yumi to scream her throat raw and grip the sheets blindly. He too was losing himself in the pleasures, slamming and thrusting with unrestrained force. No longer was he worried that this girl was half his size, half his age, or even if she would still respect him after the fact. He knew he had captured an angel who only wanted to go down with him.

It wasn't long before Yumi felt an even hotter sensation. Liquid heat painted her walls white, causing her to finally lose the thin grip of control she had. There was a primal satisfaction that came from her insides being all beaten to a hypersensitive pulp before being drowned with cum. There was so much from his balls, and it filled her to the point of a heavy weight settling in her stomach. She had no choice but to let her own shuddering climax bubble to the surface, setting off fireworks of bliss in her mind. Like a literal explosion went off between them, the spasms of their respective orgasms forced them apart. Girlcum spurted out of Yumi's pussy, for the first time in her life, but she was aware of nothing but the unspooling of tension inside of her.

It was almost a minute before she was back on earth. She was lying on her back, spread-eagled and vulnerable. Her core felt strange, with the way that sticky essence had lined her walls. The sheets underneath her were soaked with sweat and pulled totally loose from the bed, exposing part of the mattress. To her side, she noticed Ted get up with shaky movements, but purpose in his eyes.

He crawled at her, prowling like an apex predator. With his sticky baby batter inside of her, part of her accepted the truth. She had been forced to submit to his manhood. Yet another part of her had only just awakened. Yumi had been reborn as a ravenous whore who had just gotten a taste.

He stopped, kneeling some space away from her ruined pussy. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his elbows before giving her clit a kiss. From there, he laid kisses over her petals, brushing his mouth over the steaming hot cunt. The soft touches sent shivers up her spine, but it was all so inconsequential compared to how his cock felt.

"Fuck me already," she barked out. It was a strain to speak, but she couldn't stand it. Her entire lower half was far too numb to feel anything from his mouth. Only one thing could fix her. Quickly, she shucked her bikini bottoms down her legs, tossing them to the side.

He rose up again, his cock entering her field of view once more. It was soaked, but hard and proud. She practically drooled at the sight. He laid his body on top of hers, letting his weight press her into the bed.

"Hurry up," she demanded. She kicked her legs onto his shoulders, then rested her ankles around his neck.

He grunted, steam pouring out of his nostrils. His hands clasped behind her the back of her head, forcing it forward.

"Watch," he ordered.

Tears of joy welled in her eyes as she saw his monster cock push its way through her walls. It was even larger with this perspective, pulled even closer to her view. She could see her whore pussy and stomach stretch in real time to accommodate the shaft, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Yumi swallowed. She couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about this position, presenting herself, but whatever doubts she had melted the moment she felt that glorious tip pressing against her entrance again.

"Oh god!" She was being stretched again, and it felt like they never stopped. He planted his hands down on both sides of her, getting just a bit more leverage for every pump. A riptide had ensnared her, ready to drag her down. She squealed and moaned mindlessly, because she couldn't think of words. His skin was hot, sweaty, and rough. Even though hours had passed, she could still smell a bit of the sunscreen on him. There was an edge of danger from just how much larger and stronger he was, but that only made her love it more.

Of course, she was coming again on his cock. It was just so big and she felt so small. Her hips were being cleaved apart by its girth and it was forcing the most pathetic little mewls out of her.

"Keep going, don't stooooop!"

"You're just too tight for me to stop," he said.

There was a rolling feeling in her stomach as his cock sank in deeper. It was a sensation telling her that she wasn't meant to be fucked by something so long and hard, but it paled in comparison to the storm of pleasure she was feeling. It wasn't just the physical size, but the fact someone as tiny as her could take all that cock that exhilarated her. She felt sexy and powerful because she could force such a huge bitchbreaker to shoot its cum inside of her.

And shoot it did again. Her sensitive pussy was drowned in another torrent of hot sticky baby batter. This time, his cock didn't even slow as it pulsed and unloaded. Each slap of their hips sullied them with mixed juices, yet Ted didn't falter. Yumi was shaking and moaning uncontrollably. Her legs splayed outwards, unable to hold still on his shoulders. She was being pushed into a ball, cunt pounded from her lower end and his hand around the back of her neck curling her inwards.

"Damn, you Japanese girls can really take it, fuck. But you're the tightest."

Yumi clenched around him at the crass statement. It felt oddly good to be just another foreign slut for this man. To be the most recent in a long list of tourist girls laid low by this smooth-talking stud. Like no matter how much she fucked up her life, she could at least be desirable for a night.

"I'm just an Asian slut, spreading my legs for the biggest white cocks," she whimpered. The words weren't quite natural, but they did seem to be what he needed to hear. His pace redoubled, and she sank under another wave of pleasure.

"Good, let me just take care of you, okay?" He said breathily. His lips laid on top of hers, nipping at her full lips.

His thrusts redoubled in force, raining blows at the door of her womb. A current of quivering pleasure ran through her body like a live wire. Another climax was fast approaching, and she clawed at Ted's back to ground herself. She could see it in her head, her red fingernails contrasting on his ruddy skin, sliding against flexing muscles. He was so hot and sweaty, and his breathing was hard enough she could feel his skin tremble under her touch. His back was arched up because of their height difference, but she wanted more. Pulling away from their kiss, she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

When the boiling tension inside of her snapped, dark spots swam across her vision. Her walls were hugging his shaft and quakes ran up and down her body. For mere moments, she felt like she was in the ocean, her body tossed and turned around by the powerful currents.

She was squirming in his grasp, and her eyes were now unfocused. He clenched his fist in satisfaction as he wrung another orgasm out of his nubile lover. With the tension off of her face, she was even more beautiful. Perhaps someone else might have balked at her reddened cheeks and watery eyes, but Ted adored those things. As he got older, he could feel the judging stares of his neighbors when he gallivanted with the sexiest tourists. Though it had been decades since he had last disappointed a lover, the age setting into his bones brought along new doubts.

Those doubts had been banished by the way her cunt was clenched tight as a vise around his cock. The emotions danced freely across Yumi's face, and he drank in the sight. The sheer despair she held on the first day he saw her had triggered all his gentlemanly instincts, but now she was utterly relaxed underneath him.

She blinked twice, and the spitfire Yumi was back. "You got another round in you, Ted bear?" Her voice almost cracked at the end, but a smile formed unbidden at the pet name. Though they would have to part ways, they could pretend just a little longer.

"Silly little girl, I always have another round in me."

"Then let me show you what I can do on top."

Somehow, his member seemed ever more gargantuan when she was crouched atop of it. The tip was red and a few drops of cum from the previous climax still stained it. In the time it took for them to change positions, a sense of shame had time to settle into her mind.

Receiving had been easier. Laying on her back had put the onus on Ted to split her open and break her. She could pretend that she wasn't an active part of debasing herself. But Yumi hadn't come this far because she let her fears win. Pursuing art and going to America had been scary, but she did them because she knew what the rewards could be. Underneath her, she could tell some of her self-doubt was showing by the slight concern on Ted's face.

"H-hyaaagh--!" Yumi sank down on his length, refusing to take things slow. The sharp stabbing sensations around her thighs had almost forced her to stop, but almost wasn't enough. It took a bit for her to hilt herself down, but she felt even sluttier this way. Her hands ran circles on his chest, feeling the taut muscles. He was devouring her with his eyes, setting her heart racing.

"You can touch too," she said.

Her pace was unsteady as she rocked her hips back and forth. Ted's hands dug themselves into the soft skin around her hips, reveling in the smoothness. The smooth expanse of her neck was bared to him as she tossed her head back. She was curled inward with her feet planted on both sides of his hips, plunging her weight up and down his cock. He loved this part of sex, when it became a feedback loop. Pleasure begat pleasure, and the shared climaxes washed away things like doubts, insecurities, and distractions. It was harder, sometimes, to get to this state, but he felt it especially keenly with Yumi.

She was a real trooper, eager to take whatever he had to throw at her. Tenderly, he grabbed her wrists, almost in awe of how small and thin they were compared to his hands. She squirmed for a moment, before relaxing in his grip. When he first saw her, he was struck by the image of a baby bird with a broken wing.

Now, she was a bird of prey taking flight. He started to rock his hips in time with her thrusts, and the results were glorious. Her cunt tightened, her wrists trembled, and she let out these beautiful high-pitched screams. He closed his eyes to luxuriate in the sensations of the moment, but when he opened them, he was met with Yumi's eyes. They had been transformed by lust, with dilated pupils that almost glowed in the dark. A bird of prey indeed.

There were now five creampies worth of cum inside of Yumi's abused pussy, but she was barely in a state of mind to count that high. Yet despite that, her mind caught a fleeting idea as she noticed a draft catch one of the window curtains.

"It's fucking gross on this bed. Fuck me on the armchair," she rasped out. Her voice sounded hoarse even to her, but the huskiness was sexy too. Ted's eyes widened. They were lying side by side, staring into each other's eyes, resting for a moment. The passions hadn't faded one bit, but the exhaustion was beginning to set in. She was hitting the gym after this trip because she was definitely too young to be winded compared to him.

"It's only gross because we were fucking, but whatever my lady wants," he said.

She didn't make a beeline to the armchair, but instead pulled the large curtains aside. Outside, the floor length windows revealed a beautiful view of the night sky and ocean. Before he could say anything, she propped the armchair by the window, then climbed onto the armchair with her ass out towards him. Her hands were gripping the back of the armchair and its back was just barely high enough that the peaks of her breasts poked out. It was dark, but perhaps a late-night surfer or diver might catch sight of a disheveled naked woman.

Ted hadn't moved, so she pressed the attack. "Too scared to be part of the view?"

He lumbered towards her, each step closer causing her heart to race. Unconsciously, she held the back of the seat with a white-knuckled grip. Her hot breath was beginning to fog the glass, and the cold provided a startling contrast to the boiling heat consuming her. His hands ran up and down her body first before they settled on her hips.

She was submerged in the pleasures again the moment his cock started to push into her cunt. There were new sensations, now that they had taken a break. He wasn't immediately ramming into her at a breakneck pace, but filling her up nice and deep, making her feel every ridge of his massive dick. She turned around to look at him, letting her cheek rest against the window.

Once she knew his attention was on her, she turned to face the window. Her reflection stared back at her, debauched and whorish. She could see him staring, his thrusts getting faster as her cunt loosened up. Like she was putting on a show, her face ran through a gamut of expressions, each lewder than the last.

"What would someone think, a guy like you fucking a girl my age? Do you think they'd guess you were giving me the best fuck of my life? Do you think they'd assume I've come on your dick more times than I can count?"

His breathing became heavy. A second wind breathed to life under his sails. This woman was so adorable, so pretty, almost to the point it infuriated him. On instinct, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

"Listen to me and listen to me good, baby," he whispered into her ear. She wasn't making faces anymore, he really had forced her eyes to roll back into her head this time. "You're going fucking come around my cock again, and again, and again, until you're begging me to stop."

"I... won't... beg..." she said.

He pulled her back further, bringing her flush to his body. She was panting, teary-eyed as her cunt was split open over and over again. He could sense she was near her limit, as was he. With his other hand, he pawed at her breasts, rolling her rock-hard nipples in his palms.

Yumi was drowning in the face of this domination. Orgasms crashed into her like the waves on the beach. A big one was building up, and just thinking about it was making her breath come out in short gasps. She loved the way Ted looked at her, with such naked admiration. Though she intellectually knew she was gross and red-faced, it was impossible to think that when she was getting fucked within an inch of her life. Every slam of his heavy cock into her felt like a form of worship, and that was what kept her going.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!!" With a final roar of triumph, Ted erupted inside her, flooding Yumi with a new wave of molten hot cum. She sobbed in pleasure as his seed filled out the deepest part of her core. His grip on her hair slackened, and she mashed her body against the cold window to feel any relief she could get from the burning heat inside her body.

Yumi wasn't sure how she managed to get to bed after her final climax took so much out of her, but she woke up alone. The sheets were practically caked in a layer of dried sweat and sex fluids, and she was almost worried that the smell of sex might never leave this bed. Everything was sore, but she regretted nothing.

So that wasn't really true. The racism had been a bit of a dealbreaker. Certainly, she had fun with Ted. In fact, she was willing to admit she had sloppy gross mind-altering sex with him. But she had a long life ahead of her. She had time to fuck around, hopefully marry a guy she actually liked who could fuck her like this.

There was a note left on her nightstand. 'Had to work today. Call me after 4 XXX-XXX-XXXX'. She threw it in the trash on her way to the shower.

She was drawing shapes on the foggy glass of the shower before she remembered something, she would need to get the mother of all morning-after pills after this.