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The whole time Marin had been over, her eyes were focused on the box. It was an entirely new box she hadn't seen at Gojo's before, just sitting beside his desk and doing nothing. She wasn't sure what it was, or even what it could be, but the longer she sat there staring at it, the more curious she got, trying to hide from Gojo that she was peeking at it. Maybe if he hadn't acknowledged it, it wouldn’t have been so weird, but he seemed to notice it early into her being over, muttered something under his breath, and then tried very hard to get her to not look at it again afterward. That really only made it more intriguing to her; whatever was in there had to be something pretty exciting.
And Marin wanted to know what.
She waited until he was out of the room. He wouldn't be there with her forever, after all. So she just sat there, biding her time until he excused himself to go to the bathroom. That was her time to pounce, and once the door shut behind him, she rushed toward the box, consumed by a burning curiosity that had to be sated. She pulled the lid of the box up and stared down at what ended up being one of her possibilities.
It was porn.
She reached in, finding stacks of doujinshi and eromanga in here, her eyes going wide at the sheer scale of how much had been packed into this box. Gojo's porn stash! He must have forgotten to hide the box somewhere else, probably meant to be under his bed, and he didn't want to draw attention to where he kept his porn in front of her.
But now she had it, and she was all over scrambling through pages and taking in the titles. She picked up on a theme really fucking quickly. Literally every comic in here was built around two things: NTR, and interracial. Dark skinned villains who fucked good girls and made them betray their boyfriends. Cruel stories about girls cheating on their boyfriends right in front of them with black guys had had big dicks. Stories of girls turning into sluts who wanted foreign cock and nothing else. The themes kept recurring and kept building up, sending all too clear a message on what he was into.
That shocked Marin a lot. Gojo didn't seem like the kind of boy to be into interracial NTR< but there wasn't any mistaking it. There must have been over a hundred thousand yen worth of comics in here, and all of them were committed to one singular topic. There couldn't have been a coincidence there, which left her very aware now of his tastes in ways she had not been before.
The lid went back on the box and Marin skittered back across the floor the way she'd come again, settling back in and acting like she hadn't seen what she'd seen. But she knew what she saw, and although she did what she could to get through the rest of the situation without acknowledging the awkwardness, once she did leave, Marin realized that she had a way to make his dreams come true.
Marin had a photo shoot lined up for later with her bikini. t was just meant to be some glamour shots. Professional bikini photos were a good help for modeling agencies, she'd heard, and it seemed like a good idea to have them if she wanted to take things a little bit further career-wise. But what made it notable was that the photographer she'd found to do the shots, one who needed a model to do bikini shoots for his own portfolio, was a black American named Jamal who was finding trouble with securing someone who wanted to take a chance with a foreigner's photos. Marin had been happy to, but that now opened up a lot of weird possibilities.
Possibilities that took deep root in her mind a few hours later, back at her own place with a backdrop set up and the camera lights up to help accentuate her body. Her skimpy black bikini with yellow flowers framed her body perfectly, and Marin knew she was going to ace her photo shoot. For his part, Jamal was nothing but a professional, a good guy with plenty of patience and insight on how best to arrange the scene. Working with him was great and would have been great on any other day.
"These are coming out really great," Jamal told her. "Grab that beach ball again, then lean over sideways and look into the camera. We should reshoot that one" He continued to shoot, walking the line on the weirdness of doing a bikini shoot right there in her living room, one on one, really easily.
It made Marin feel just a little bit worse about everything she was about to ask, as she stepped over for the ball and took up the pose he suggested. "This one? Should I do anything different?"
Yeah, lean onto your right foot and raise your left up so the toes are just on the floor, it'll look cuter."
"Oh, good idea," she said, following the instruction and steadying herself with the ball, flashing her smile for the camera. Every satisfying, intense 'click' it made helped her feel anchored to what she was doing a little bit more, completely committed to her work and to the demands of the shoot. But her mind wasn't in work mode; she kept looking at him with interest. He was a handsome guy. A little built. He'd said something about doing a lot of mountain photography before moving here and she could tell; he had the body of someone who did a lot of outdoorsy stuff and hiking. But even if she felt a little bad for saying it, the reality was that the most appealing thing about him was that, as a black guy, he was the perfect candidate to set things up for a little surprise for Gojo.
"I think that'll be all of them," he said, pulling his camera down. "Those turned out amazing. I think these will be a big help for both of us."
"I'm glad to hear that!" Marin said, stepping forward with some bounce in her step, her breasts jiggling a little with her as she went. "Working with you was really great! Thank you so much."
"Yeah, thanks for taking the chance on me," he said, smiling back, his eyes taking only ass much of a glimpse at the bounce in her bikini-clad chest as he thought he could get away with. "I hope you like them once they're processed."
"I'm sure I will! But also, while you're here..." She bit her lip, eyes gleaming. "I really want to do a little extra favour for you, so what if we did a little bit of a private shoot?" She let her hand reach behind her back, gently tugging at the string of her bikini top and letting it fall off, drifting down to the floor. "If you want to."
Jamal's finger twitched down onto the trigger and he snapped a picture of her breasts on pure instinct, even if it came from the side all awkward and surprised. "Of course!" he said. "You mentioned a guy though, when we set this up, is your boyfriend--"
"He likes it, actually!" Marin gasped. Gojo was not her boyfriend, but this was maybe the path to change things. "He's really into cheating porn, actually, especially with uh... With black guys fucking girls." She bit her lip, stepping back. "So if you wanted to take some nudes of me, we could even maybe take some pictures where you're fucking me?" Marin felt so fucking weird about all of this, but the utter insistence with which she had to commit left her feeling certain about this, feeling confident.
For Gojo, she was willing to do a lot, and she figured it would be fun. Even if the idea of fucking black guys 'in that way' wasn't really her thing, she saw a chance to make something that would blow his mind, and he'd probably fall in love with her on the spot after she gave him that stuff. So she'd do it. She'd doll it up and pretend to be so much more into the idea of cuckolding him with a black guy than she really was. For him. All for him! He was into it, so why not?
"Well shit," he said, staking a step back to get a better photo of her tits. "I don't think I can say no to that. Start doing some sexy poses for me, we can just freestyle it." He steadied his footing again and Marin took some steps back into the light, grabbing her bikini top and pulling it back on so she could do better at letting things read a little bit more organically. Sexy poses with her bikini on, but toying with her breasts, touching herself, leaning forward and shaking her body a little bit. She brushed her hair back and let her seductive stares into the camera imagine she was doing these directly for Gojo, exciting him with pictures that could look all sexy and enticing.
In her mind, she was already imagining how it would go. She'd sit him down with all the photos and go one by one with them, making him look at them while her hand grasped his cock and teased him. When she'd get to the photos of her sucking a black dick, she could start dialing up the dirty talk. She turned around and let her gorgeous ass come into it, too, fingers grasping just under her cheeks to perky her ass up even more. She'd be able to put on a show that would drive him mad, and she could walk the line on toying with his heart and fully committing to her affections for him. It took a special kind of love to make NTR porn for as boy. He'd appreciate that. He'd love it.
"Holy shit," muttered Jamal under his breath. He continued to capture every second of this insane show, marveling at his luck while capturing Marin's perfect body. The dream of any horny young photographer was to be told by the bombshell in a bikini that, for doing such a good job, they'd get to take home some private nudes and get some pussy out of it, and this all seemed a bit too good to be true. His eyes kept drifted around, wondering if that boyfriend was hiding in the corner or something. But it was just them. It was real. "Okay, now crawl over here and go for my dick. Actually, wait, don't. Hand me your phone instead."
"My phone?" gasped Marin.
"If your boyfriend's that into it, I think he'd like it more if we took a video."
"A video!" squealed Marin. "Oh, yes that'd be perfect. A video." She'd only seen the doujins, so she was thinking in terms of still images, but if he had an entire box full of NTR comics then he must have had heaps of videos on his computer. Lots of cheating, lots of interracial porn, tons of stuff exactly like what she was setting up for now. "That's a great idea!" And it being on her phone meant she could show it to him right away. Show it to him later that evening, even! She was supposed to go back after the photo shoot anyway so they could get to work on a new cosplay, so it seemed like perfect timing. She could spring it on him right away.
Marin handed her phone to Jamal and sank to her knees in front of him while he aimed it into place. "Like this?" she asked, biting her lip and reaching for his pants.
"That’s perfect. He hit the 'record' button, and they were in business.
"Hey Gojo, I'm just finishing up here with Jamal. I mentioned that my photographer for this shoot was a black foreigner, right? Mm, maybe you should have been here to save me, because you probably know all about how black men have an easy time seducing Japanese girls into cheating on their boyfriends." Licking her lip while she undid Jamal's pants, Marin moved eagerly, burning with excitement, her chest tight. She was going to blow Gojo's mind with this video. She just knew it!
But when she got his pants open and down, the swing upward of such a huge cock made her gasp in surprise. She recoiled back a little bit, stunned by just how long and girthy Jamal's dick was. The cock shock was real on her face as she stared it. "Holy shit," she gasped under her breath. "You know, Gojo, the reason I knew I should fuck black guys was thanks to you! All that interracial NTR porn you like got me curious about if black guys really were bigger, and... Well, look at Jamal!" She grasped his cock tightly. Even if she didn't actually know how big his dick was, she had trouble believing Gojo's cock could match this. She was just awestruck by it all, burning with an embarrassing ache and a heat that made her all the more curious about giving in to it.
"You should try sucking on it. Let your boyfriend see what you look like sucking a real cock."
"Y-yeah!" gasped Marin. "This juicy, mouth-watering, big, black cock..." She pushed forward, burning with nervous heat while getting her mouth all over his dick, trying to open up to these feelings with a clueless, clumsy sense that she was in way over her head now. Her tongue began to lap at it clumsily, burning with the shaky uncertainty of knowing she didn't actually know how to deal with this or what she was going to do to handle now all these pressures, but she understood it to be all she possibly could do. Her mouth got to work at clumsy excitements against his cock, praising Jamal's shaft with the burn of a pleasure and a haziness she was completely uncertain of. There was so much to have to consider here, the tension and the burn of pure heat taking her to the limit. It felt so weird, but so perfect now.
Her tongue tried its best to focus on what she was up to in the steady licks and caresses all over his cock, preparing for the pressure to praise it fully and to show Jamal what she could do. Her fingers grasped it tightly, and she let her mouth explore the possibilities, delving into feelings of pleasure and need as heated as anything she could have imagined. This was a lot to give in to so quickly, but she felt like she needed to.
Jamal's eager groans helped a lot in setting her up for this, the pleasure and the need of pressures pushing forward harder now. This was her moment to shine, her phone fixated on her while she learned her way around sucking such a huge dick. She had to be ready for this. The pleasure was overbearing and forward, the burn of pleasures that had her captivated. Her tongue and her mouth experimented with this, alternating between slurping him down and knowing she was too big for her mouth, and simply licking all over his cock instead. she kept up a pace alternating wildly between ideas and indulgences without much in the way of steadiness and certainty. This was just a lot, and she felt like she needed to work at every angle she could all at once.
Too preoccupied to be abler to say much, Marin just focused on what counted, on the pleasures and the excitements of pushing sloppily forward, letting her clumsy passion and spectacle count for more and more in her pursuit of something ravenous and confusing. This felt like a sloppy mess, something weird and frustrating to be giving in to, but she was desperate to do what she could to handle it. This was all so weird and baffling, but she was committed. Committed for Gojo. She sucked him into her mouth deeper, learning her way around trying to handle this and loving how good it could feel to make this for him. It was a special moment.
Her strokes and her caresses all showed off how clumsily inexperienced she was with any cock, let alone one of this size. She didn't care, though; that sloppiness wasn’t going to matter when she had her hand wrapped around Gojo's cock and she could describe for him how her senses were reacting to sucking on a big, black cock. The taste of Jamal's dick in her mouth, the warmth of it pressing to the back of her throat, how he throbbed in her hands with so much more power than Gojo's would. The key to getting into Gojo's pants was first to 'cheat' on him and make his dreams a reality. It all made perfect sense!
But for the moment, it was all about getting Jamal to erupt all over her face instead. "Cumming," he warned. "Pull back and smile for your boyfriend." She did, jerking back and pumping his cock hard, begging for it with her needy eyes and her big smile. Jamal's cock erupted all over her face, and Marin was committed to the utter joy of letting him blast ropes of cum across her. Her gorgeous features were messed up with the thick, sticky spunk, and she let it get all over her, red eyes gleaming as she took it on and savoured the utter chaos it offered her. The warmth of excessive cum all over her face left her trembling, dizzy and eager and excited as she took in just how much of his cum he'd blasted her with.
"Wow, black guys are so fertile. Their huge cocks cum so much! I wonder if you'll be able to cum even half of this much when you stroke your little dick to this video."
Jamal stopped filming, groaning and taking a step back. "Fuck, that was perfect. Wanna go again?"
"More videos!" gasped Marin. "Of course I want to go again. This is going to make the best present for my boyfriend ever, thank you so much for this!" When she delivered this video to Gojo and blew his mind and his cock at the same time, it wouldn't be a lie anymore to keep calling him her boyfriend. She was going to make something special happen.
Marin ended up sitting on the coffee table, her legs up high and spreading out, pussy bared while Jamal got to recording again, his cock in the other hand. "Hey Gojo, I'm about to take black cock into my ripe, pristine little pussy for the first time. This good girl is about to go black, and you get to see the look on my face when I feel how good cheating on you with black studs really is." She hoped her acting was good and that she was doing a good job of playing this up while setting herself up for this mess. She really needed to sell the moment to make it work.
It helped that there was a heavy truth to the fact that, as Jamal sank his cock into her, the cock shock on her face was a genuine flash of wild awe at taking so much thickness into her at once. Her eyes went wide and her lips shook, breath stopping for a moment as she gasped through the chaos and panic of giving up to the beautiful passion and fire of letting totally go now. Her response was an immediate burst of noise and excitement at the prospect of taking the cock deep into her now, the thrill of giving in and of letting herself lose her mind. This was all happening so quickly, and the weight of immediate excitement left her trembling in surprise, the ache of a pleasure and a heat that she was hopelessly unprepared to face.
Jamal's thrusts started up in earnest, an insistence of pleasures and panics as greedy and wicked as they could come. It was a lot, and she felt the immediate crush of pleasures and excitements that kept her giving up to all of this. The pleasure burned anther thoughts, wearing her down with an insistence like nothing she’d ever felt before. Jamal's deep thrusts filled her up and made her howl out in joy, her thoughts burning wildly through a panic and a need she was powerless to deal with, an irresistible chaos guiding her now into pleasure she was lost to fully. Marin had never felt so good before, never felt anything quite like the chaos sweeping across her so intensely.
"He's so big! Gojo, this big, black stud I'm cheating on you with was so big!" The strain of panic in her voice was all so real and so wild; she felt herself suddenly taking on pleasure so much more demanding than she thought she'd be handling, and as Jamal railed her, she got to feel firsthand the ways in which this was meant to ruin her. She felt powerless under the weight of these pleasures, the ache of feelings tearing through her harder and hotter. This was becoming a lot more real than she'd meant for it to, but the pleasures kept burning across her with such fiery excitement that she just couldn't help herself now.
With her phone up in her face, everything she did was caught perfectly on camera, the melting-away of reason and sense as she gave in to the rapturous chaos and pleasure of completely losing herself. Marin was unstoppably committed to the lust now, to the burn of pleasures she was powerless to fight, burning up without a care for anything but the joy of giving in fully to this. The awe-inspiring chaos and joy of letting completely go had her falling apart and loving every second of feelings beyond reason, and she knew in that moment that this was something she couldn't get enough of.
Jamal pumped her full of cum, thrusting deep into her and filling her up with cum. No warning, just a raw creampie that set her off even harder, made her throw her head back and howl out in bliss as she came harder, throbbing under these feelings that made everything perfect. Nothing could help Marin now out of these feelings, the pleasure and surrender of a beautiful chaos she had no ability to deal with. It just felt good, setting her off for an orgasm so much stormier than anything she was prepared for, all in the name of pure acceptance, of surrender. Marin had zero idea what to make of this or what she was supposed to do, but the sudden weight of these pleasures left her floored.
Jamal pulled back and let the cum drip slowly out of Marin's pussy while she convulsed and twisted about, her legs in the air and shaking while she stared into the camera. "I hope you never forget the sight of me leaking with a black man's cum!" she whined.
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Jamal lay back on the bed while Marin straddled his lap, her perky butt bouncing wildly while she shook it for the camera, leaned forward in a position that let her phone mounted up onto Jamal's tripod capture every second of it bouncing up and down in his lap. "I bet I can't ride you and your little dick this hard," she moaned, looking over her shoulder, back at the camera. Back at Gojo. "But Jamal here is so big that I can bounce on his dick all I want, and it feels amazing to! Every time I slam back down onto him, I'm filled up with black cock, and it's the best feeling in the world."
Jamal had a hand squeezing at her cheeks, occasionally smacking her ass for good measure while he kept her pussy nice and filled, but mostly he let her take care of the pace. Marin did her best to roll with these pressures and embrace pleasure and chaos as wicked as she could muster. The messy up and down of her body in motion kept up a pace of insatiable excitements and greeds as forward as she could muster. As happy as Marin was to keep acting and keep playing into this, the reality of these feelings was something a bit frightening, because the pleasure kept her falling apart, kept in a burning rush of need and desire to keep embracing. Nothing here felt reasonable, but the wear on her focus at the joys she gave in to harder and harder felt like a threat.
How was she supposed to cope with how genuinely good this felt?
"I hope every time you see me bend over and stare at my ass, you imagine it bouncing while I ride a black cock!" Marin continued. She laid it on thick, trying to make up for how she was genuinely slipping into ecstasy by focusing her thoughts onto her crush, onto the boy this was all for. She'd made sure that he enjoyed this. All of it. She was ready for the chaos and the weirdness to take her, a burn of sincerely overbearing pressures she was happy to commit to ever deeper and hotter. It was all a bit too much, but the excessive thrills and throbs behind it were something she felt like she could roll with. The moment demanded it. She needed it. She craved it.
To keep bouncing on Jamal's cock was to remain committed to the intensity and the chaos of giving in harder, needier and hungrier as she threw everything into the deep end, rewarded for her trouble with another gooey, raw creampie, and another amazingly vocal orgasm. "You've never made me cum this hard!" she squealed. He'd never made her cum at all, but she was continuing on with technical truths on her way to making porn that was supposed to give him his dreams come true. But it was feeling better and better for her, and Marin wasn't sure how to deal with everything that came with that.
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It was her turn to be on the bed, leaned over the sheets while holding her phone out to capture her with her body low but her ass up in the air to let Jamal ream her doggy style. "Black men own my pussy now, Gojo! I'm such a cheating slut, but I know that must be why you like me! How many times have you fantasized about me fucking black guys? Have you ever gotten hard when a black guy ever looked at my ass? I bet you've been waiting to see this, but now it's finally time. My perfect cuck boyfriend with his box of NTR doujins... You're lucky to have a girlfriend at all! But I can keep cheating on you, because I love you, and I want to keep breaking your heart by letting black men fuck me!"
There was no plan. No matter how intensely Jamal was fucking her dumb. She kept telling herself that. Well, unless Gojo wanted her to keep doing it. Black dick felt so amazing that if she was asked to do it she was going to throw herself at it in a heartbeat. She'd really like another chance to fuck more guys if they were this big. Or to fuck Jamal again! Of course she'd fuck Jamal again if Gojo asked her to; his cock was really amazing and she was having a blast giving in to it.
Wait, no! No, she had to stay focused. Marin was slipping. It just felt so good! She was in over her head taking on these wild thrusts, trying her best to keep behaved and good and let her thoughts be faithful. It was all so much harder than she knew how to deal with, struggling to remain chaste and stable while falling to pieces, moaning louder through relentless bursts of a frenzied chaos that left her fixated above all else on the idea of falling fully apart. It was all just too much, too senseless and chaotic and satisfying to be able to deal with. The pleasure continued to wear her down. All of it, all at once, burning her up and reducing her to a shaky mess of desperate satisfactions falling to pieces and not knowing how to deal with it.
She just lost herself. It was all too much. Too perfect. She came hard again, squealing her way through bliss while Jamal hammered into her from behind. Each orgasm was a bolder threat than the last, reminding her of just how far she was falling and how easy it was to give in so completely. Cum filled her up again, her eyes going cross and all sense leaving her. She felt better by the second about all of this, and she just didn't care how far she was sliding into total ruin in the process. She wanted it.
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Back on Jamal's lap again, this time they were on the couch, Marin's legs pulled up to almost fold her in half, yanked up to the side, her dripping, loosened up pussy leaking with the results of every raw creampie pumped into her, while Jamal slammed his big dick up her ass now. "Oh, he's now owning my ass hole, too. My whole body has been blacked. There's no way you can fuck me now that won't be taking the sloppy seconds of a black man!" Her jaw shook. The pleasure was overbearing, an intense and chaotic throb of pleasures that had Marin struggling for sense, falling to pieces under the pleasure of delving into this all. She was powerless to resist the warming joys it offered her, the thrill of having a big dick ream her tight, virgin ass hole.
"We haven't even done anal yet, Jamal. You get my ass first. You get my anal virginity, and now I'll always have to compare my cuck boyfriend to your big, black dick!" It was their last scene, and she was milking it for all it was worth it. "You're so pathetic for wanting me to cheat on you, Gojo, but I hope you like these videos. Now, you don't have to watch other girls cheat on their guys, because your own girlfriend will fuck black guys to mock you!" She loved him so much. She was the best girlfriend in the world for making this happen. The only girl who could fuck another guy so well that she landed the boy of her dreams. Marin felt so proud of herself for giving in to all of this.
But also, she felt utterly fuck drunk, too horny to deal with how much she loved what she was feeling. It was all an act except for all the ways it wasn't, and the 'wasn't' list grew bigger with each slam of Jamal’s fat cock up her ass. She was trying her best to roll with these feelings, trying to contain herself while falling into the deep end. Too much hit her all at once, and the weight of it all pushing her to the limit brought on embarrassing spectacles and thrills she felt powerless now to resist.
Another orgasm ripped through her, one that made her need to lose herself fully. This was ecstasy on a level she had no idea how to contain, the burn of pleasures tearing through her, igniting within her a flame she was powerless to resist now. It was just too perfect, too wicked, too wonderful. She came screaming from this, not even aware she could cum from anal until her entire body convulsed with the tremendous weight of wild satisfaction, a surrender now unlike anything that she had ever known. It was just too perfect, too wild, too hot. She loved every second of it, and she was happy to give up fully to these pleasures.
"I'm a cheating BBC whore!" she screamed as she came. "I'm a cheating BBC whore for you, Gojo!"
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Dressed back up again and straightened out, Marin finally returned to Gojo's a bit later than planned, but he didn't seem to mind. "Did everything go alright?" he asked as they headed over to his room.
"Yeah, everything went great. Better than planned! I had a really great time." They stepped into him room, and her eyes fell to the space they had been fixated on that morning. No box. She had her phone in hand, already transferring over the video file of all the scenes stitched together. "So what have you been up to all day?"
"Just tidying up. Someone came by for a second to pick something up."
"Oh? Not that box, I bet," she said, gesturing to the corner.
"Yeah, it was the box."
"It was the what?" Marin stopped, furrowing her brow.
"Yeah, do you know Suzuki in our class? Glasses, kinda weird? His dad is really strict, so he had me hold onto some boxes for him for a couple days while his dad checked his room. Or something like that. I think he handed me a bunch of porn doujins, but I didn't really look at them. He came by earlier to get the stuff back."
"The box was someone else's?" Marin asked, her eyes going wide with terror. "That wasn't your porn?'
"No, of course it. I think he's into NTR stuff and I hate that."
"You hate NTR stuff?" Marin's legs shook. What had she just done? "Like, all of it?"
"Yeah. I don't know why anyone would be into having girls cheat on them." It was at that moment that his phone chirped. He pulled it form his pocket and looked at it. "You sent me a video?"
Marin couldn't respond. She only stared at her hand, mortified and humiliated and realizing that one simple misunderstanding had just ruined everything. Time slowed to a dead crawl and she realized she could do nothing to stop it.