Sex is the best way to learn about other cultures. - Chapter 3.5 Female perspective

People often say I’m strange for being a female truck driver.

It’s mostly a man’s job, with long hours. There’s no time to take care of your skin.

But I love this work. As long as I deliver the cargo to the right place, I’m free to do what I want on the way. And I don’t have to deal with annoying bosses or subordinates.

Even though it’s a job full of men, I only have to see other people’s faces when loading and unloading. And if someone makes a stupid sexual harassment comment, I can ignore it.

Once I’m in my trusty truck, no one can bother me. For someone like me, this job is perfect.

That day, my task was to drive clothes made in China from Los Angeles to Flagstaff.

On the way to the suburbs, I spotted a shabby-looking hitchhiker.

Normally, I would have ignored him, but strangely, I stopped my truck.

Maybe I felt sympathy for him because he looked so shabby.

“Hitchhiking is prohibited around here.”

The other person was an Asian boy. He looked young, so I’m not sure of his age, but he was probably around twenty years old. In other words, he was about six years younger than me.

“If you keep walking a bit further, you’ll find plenty of rides. So keep going!”

He didn’t seem to understand what I was saying.

I don’t know how he had the guts to hitchhike without knowing English. And he even misspelled “Albuquerque” on his sign.

But for some reason, the guy got in my truck.

“Hey! What are you doing, getting in without permission?!”

I thought about shooting him with the hidden revolver I carry, but he didn’t seem to mean any harm, so I decided not to.

I guess he thought I’d take him to Albuquerque because I’d stopped my truck.

Sorry, but I’m a professional trucker, not a free ride. I don’t move people or things for free.

“I have no money.”

The boy spoke up as if he’d been waiting for the right moment. For a second, I thought he’d read my mind, but it was nothing like that. He was probably just repeating the same line over and over like an idiot.

“…Well, I guess I can take you to Flagstaff.”

It’s my fault for stopping in the first place. It’d be mean to just dump him here, so I figure I’ll at least give him a ride part of the way.

To be honest, I was bored on the road. My favorite radio show wasn’t on today, and talking to a foreigner who doesn’t speak English is better than nothing.

“You’re Japanese, aren’t you?”

Maybe because I have Japanese relatives, I can tell the difference between Japanese and other East Asians at a glance. By the way, when I showed it to my friends here, they suspected it was magic. To most Americans, all Asians look the same.

“My name is Daisuke. What’s your name?”

He tried to keep the conversation going with his awkward English. It was frustrating to listen to, but his earnestness was kind of cute.

“I’m Amanda.”

I don’t like it when people mispronounce my name. So, just like I would with elementary school students, I introduced myself carefully.

The Japanese guy looked around the inside of the truck for a while. He probably didn’t usually ride in big trucks. He seemed interested in the equipment and gadgets that aren’t in regular cars.

Eventually, I noticed his eyes sneaking glances at my body.

Especially my chest—he’d been glancing at it repeatedly for a while now.

I knew I had a good figure. Our family had always been blessed with big chests, and all the heavy lifting I did had given me some decent muscles.

But it was refreshing to see him stealing glances like this with his face blushing.

The men in this industry are straightforward. Every time I look at them, they say stuff like, “Squeeze my Magnum between those big tits of yours” or “Come to my place and I’ll make you cry all night.” It’s way past sexual harassment.

Usually, I just let it roll off me, and if I’m in the mood, I’ll let them hug me. But I’m not used to getting such shy reactions.

It must be a shyness that is unique to Japanese people.

“Shy boy”

I described him succinctly, with a mixture of sarcasm and praise.

I don’t know if he understood what I meant, but his inability to respond gave me a good idea of ​​his character.

He’s not very good-looking, and he doesn’t speak English. Judging by his shyness, he might be a virgin.

“Are you here for sightseeing?”

Given his appearance and youth, he didn’t seem like a businessman. But I didn’t want the conversation to die, so I tried to keep things going. I expected a simple “yes” or “no,” but instead, I got an unexpected answer.

“Heartbreak.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Going on a “breakup vacation” in clothes like that? It was just too funny.

I knew it was rude, but I couldn’t hold back my laughter.

It wasn’t that I was laughing at him. The contrast between his appearance and his answer was just too amusing.

“Sorry. I recently broke up with my boyfriend myself, so I just reacted without thinking.”

Even I didn’t understand why I laughed when I felt for him, but I wasn’t lying.

Doing this kind of work, I don’t have long-lasting relationships with men. Just last week, I broke up with Mikael after three months, so I couldn’t help but chuckle at the timely topic.

Honestly, I don’t understand why people go on trips after a breakup.

If you miss human contact, you can just find the next person to be with. Dwelling on past relationships is unproductive.

But I guess for someone as shy and sensitive as him, a hitchhiking trip after a breakup might make sense. It’s not something I’d do, though.

After that, we headed on the freeway to Flagstaff.

It was just endless desert and long roads where you couldn’t even see an oncoming car.

It’s a view I’m sick of, but he seemed to be enjoying it like it was a fresh experience for a foreign traveler.

Somehow, I felt like I had a younger brother who was quite a few years younger than me.

We don’t look alike at all, and we’re even from different races. I’m a Spanish-American, and he’s a pure-blooded Japanese guy.

Still, his reactions are adorable, and it’s been fun. Picking up hitchhikers on a whim doesn’t seem so bad after all. At least, that’s what I think now.

However, an incident quickly took that fun time away.

One of the tires bursts.

“Damn it!” I can’t help but shout. Of all the times for a tire to burst, right in the middle of this desolate wilderness? It’s just plain unlucky.

I try my best to fix it, but there’s no way to repair a burst tire. Giving up, I decide to call for a mechanic over the radio.

“Sorry, Daisuke. We won’t be able to move for a while.”

Considering where we are, it’s not like the repairman will arrive right away.

I felt bad for Daisuke, but all we could do was wait.

We couldn’t afford to delay the delivery. Everyday late meant a penalty. And above all, my pride as a tracker wouldn’t let me give up.

Delivering cargo on time is the most important pride we have.

Under the scorching sun, my frustration grew. Normally, I’d prefer to stay cool and quiet inside the truck, but I couldn’t even do that now. I just kept sweating more.

Perhaps it was only natural that I was going crazy.

“It’s boring waiting for the repair guy. Wanna have s3x or something?”

Of course, I was joking 100%. I just wanted to tease this boring Japanese guy.

“W…What?”

As expected, Daisuke’s eyes were wide. It seemed he’d understood what I was trying to say.

It was such a cute reaction. His eyes were swimming. Truck guys wouldn’t react like this.

Finding it amusing, I watched him flustered for a while, but eventually, things got uncomfortable.

His pants were tenting up.

They were pushing into the fabric of his jeans, bulging so much they looked like they might burst.

It would be a shame to leave him in limbo like that until the repairman arrived. I also felt uncomfortable leaving him hard until I dropped him off in Flagstaff.

“…Just this once.”

At first, I meant it as a joke, but seeing how obvious his arousal was, I felt bad.

Besides, I was partly responsible for him getting stuck in this desert in the first place.

As some kind of apology, I figured I’d give him a blowjob. Surely that wouldn’t be too bad.

But I soon regretted my choice.

When I pulled his p3nis out of his pants, it was way bigger than I expected.

It was grotesquely shaped.

I’d been looking at adult penises since I was in grade school, but it was rare to see one this big.

“What a monster…”

I know it’s rude, but I have this image of Asian penises being small. Even when they’re fully erect, I figured they’d be only half the size of those truck drivers’ magnums.

But the p3nis in front of me now was no less impressive than the guys’. It was probably one of the biggest I’d ever seen, even among Asians. In terms of size, it would be in my top 10 for all the ones I’ve ever sucked.

“It’s so hard…I wonder if it’s made of stone.”

To make matters worse, Daisuke’s c0ck was as hard as concrete. When I gripped it with my hand, its hardness was unmistakable. It felt not much different from shifting a truck’s gearstick. I’d heard that Japanese guys have small but hard penises, but Daisuke’s was both big and rock-hard.

As I stroked it vigorously with my hand, Daisuke’s p3nis got harder and harder. His thick rod was curling back so stiffly that I couldn’t help but stare in awe.

Unable to resist, I took Daisuke’s c0ck into my mouth.

It was too big for just my lips. I had to use my throat to get almost half of it in my mouth.

My jaw hurt. How enormous is this thing?

I ran my tongue over the hard, prominent head and took the sturdy shaft as far into my mouth as I could.

After serving him for a while, the male scent filled my nostrils.

Even though I normally dislike the smell, it made my head feel strangely fuzzy.

(I need to take a break…)

I do blowjobs all the time, but this one was so big I felt like I was going to vomit.

When I looked up while taking a break, Daisuke was staring at my br3asts. It felt good as a woman to get such an obvious reaction.

“It’s a freebie.”

I lifted my shirt, showing off my pride and joy. Many men had tried to fondle them as a joke, but I always kicked them for it.

I squeezed Daisuke’s c0ck between my b00bs while taking his dark red glans into my mouth.

I licked the underside of his thick head.

It was big. Mike, whom I met in California last year, was probably around this size too.

“Are you really Japanese?”

I wondered if he was just a black man wearing a Japanese person’s skin.

That’s how impressive Daisuke’s p3nis was.

“Hmm…”

My mouth was filled with the smell of a man. I had always refused to drink semen or be splashed on, but strangely, it didn’t feel unpleasant. It was a new smell and taste for me.

As I gave him a blowjob, as if asking him to ejaculate, I could feel Daisuke’s c0ck throbbing.

It took quite a while, but it seemed he was finally about to ejaculate.

“Amanda…!!”

With a pathetic voice, Daisuke signaled his impending release.

I pulled the p3nis out of my mouth and deliberately positioned it right in front of my eyes.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to be covered in semen.

I wanted to know how his sperm smelled and felt against my skin.

“Ah!!”

Daisuke let out a pathetic cry that you wouldn’t expect from a man and ejaculated onto my chest.

It was a huge amount, even for the first blast. He kept going with a second and third round, drenching my chest with his fluid.

And he didn’t seem to be losing any steam. Daisuke’s stench was violating my body.

“What an incredible amount…”

I was so shocked by the sheer volume of his release that I stood there in a daze. It was like a horse had emptied its bladder on me.

Even after releasing this much semen, Daisuke didn’t lose any strength. In fact, I even felt like he had gotten stronger.

Maybe it was because I had already fallen in love with Daisuke’s p3nis.

“Hey, Daisuke?”

Naturally, he had me pinned down by then.

It was only to be expected since his erection wouldn’t go down even after he came.

Any guy would do the same if there was a hole right in front of him.

Maybe I was so stunned by the smell of his semen that I didn’t even realize it when he easily pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing my pvssy.

I didn’t feel embarrassed. After all, I’d shown this hole to plenty of guys before.

But feeling scared was a first for me.

Not even when I lost my virginity at twelve did I feel afraid, but now Daisuke’s p3nis terrified me.

If that hard c0ck hit my G-spot, I was sure I’d pass out.

I didn’t want to let a man see me in such a pathetic state.

When Daisuke pushed his erection against me, I used my last resort.

The S&W M686.

It was another partner I kept hidden away for emergencies.

I’d never used it before.

At most, I’d fired a blank at some drunk who got too close.

I didn’t even know how to properly maintain the gun, but I pointed it right between Daisuke’s eyes.

Considering the risk of an accidental discharge, I should have just put it near his shoulder, but I didn’t have that luxury.

Daisuke’s sturdy p3nis was pressed firmly against my pvssy.

“Sorry for giving you the wrong idea. I have no intention of having s3x with a Japanese person.”

I’m not a racist, but I never thought I’d ever have s3x with a short, circumcised Japanese guy.

But the Japanese man in front of me was trying to overpower me with his horrifyingly large p3nis.

No way. I have my pride, too.

I couldn’t just submit to some guy. My pride wouldn’t let me.

“Stop it, Daisuke.”

But the Japanese man pressed his rock-hard c0ck against my v4g1na and slowly leaned down.

The hard rod, as hard as an inorganic substance, was entering me. Even though my dignity as a woman and as a human was about to be taken away, I couldn’t pull the trigger.

My fingertips were tense. But that wasn’t to pull the trigger, it was to make sure I didn’t pull it by mistake.

I gripped the gun tightly, barely able to withstand the pressure of its entry.

Size-wise, there were plenty of penises that could beat Daisuke’s. But this hardness was on another level.

When it comes to stiffness, Japanese men are in a league of their own.

And now, this monstrous c0ck was invading my most intimate space.

“Oh god…”

Daisuke’s powerful p3nis was, of all things, poking at my cervix. I had been conquered.

It was so big that I couldn’t move. If I moved even a little, he would start thrusting immediately.

“…I’ve lost.”

I couldn’t resist Daisuke anymore.

The moment I took his weapon deep into my mouth. Or the moment I jokingly asked him to have s3x. Or even the moment I got him in my truck.

It had already been decided that I would submit to this male.

“Ahh!”

As Daisuke started thrusting, I let out a sweet, high-pitched voice that I couldn’t believe myself.

I had never let anyone hear such a pathetic, defenseless voice before.

“What is this?! I can’t believe it!”

This was my first time experiencing such a hard p3nis. Each time it reached deep inside me, a pleasure-like flash of lightning took over my body.

Daisuke’s every thrust was enough to make me cry out.

“Stop it, Daisuke! Where did you learn to thrust like that!?”

It wasn’t just the size or hardness—it was the perfect rhythm. He hit exactly the right spot inside me, thrusting at the precise moment for maximum pleasure.

I couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t because of the intensity—it was because the pleasure was simply too overwhelming.

At this rate, I’d cum in an instant. I had to take control somehow—

“I can’t take this anymore.”

I desperately tried to resist his thrusts, pushing down on his hips with both legs. I couldn’t take any more of this piston-like motion. Daisuke’s s3x was just too intense.

But my resistance was futile.

Daisuke lifted me and turned to face me while we were still sitting. It was what they call the “face-to-face cowgirl position.”

“Daisuke… that’s no good…”

As if he’d read my mind, he started moving slowly now. But that was the Japanese trap. After the rough thrusting earlier, my v4g1na couldn’t handle this slow in-and-out.

The teasing motion of his hips made it harder and harder for me to bear.

I wanted it.

His strong p3nis.

I wanted him to fvck me hard.

“Daisuke… don’t be mean…”

I started pleading with him, something I’d never do normally.

Asking a man to fvck me.

Kissing him first.

Still, Daisuke moved slowly. So I started thrusting my hips hard.

It was all part of his plan, I’m sure.

By teasing me like this, he wanted to turn me into an obedient little pet.

This guy wasn’t some clueless virgin.

He was a s3x genius.

“Ahhh!! No!! It’s too amazing!!”

Even though I’m just moving my hips, the waves of pleasure don’t stop. His size, hardness, and strength are unfair.

Any woman would surely succumb to something like that.

“Come on! Daisuke! Cum inside me!!”

As I moved my hips in the cowgirl position, I came violently. Waves of intense pleasure shot through the top of my head. The current ran through me and took control of my whole body.

But the shower of semen never hit my uterus. Even though I’d come so violently, he still wasn’t satisfied.

(…Wow, this guy… He hasn’t even come yet?)

This size and stamina might be too much for teens just starting out, but for experienced players like us, it’s perfect.

With him, I could reach orgasm multiple times before he even came.

I’d never let a guy take control in bed before.

“Daisuke…come here…”

I leaned over the truck bed, sticking my bare ass out toward him.

This was the first time I’d ever done something like this.

I usually hate doggy style. It feels like the guy is completely in charge.

When a woman’s getting fucked from behind, she’s defenseless.

Her pvssy and ass are both on display, and her br3asts are free for all to grope. She might even get a humiliating spanking.

If he decided to cum inside her, there’d be no way to escape.

But there I was, facing away and offering up my pvssy.

I wasn’t embarrassed at all. I couldn’t help it.

“Ahh… it’s going in…”

Daisuke’s huge p3nis entered my v4g1na.

The spot it hits is completely different from behind, and I can’t help but moan.

Daisuke slowly started thrusting again.

His thick glans rubbed against my most sensitive spot, scraping away at it.

It was so intense, it felt like he might take my whole pvssy with him.

(This boy… he’s incredible… If he keeps fucking me like this—)

In a hazy state of mind, I questioned myself:

Why am I having s3x with a Japanese guy in the middle of this desert?

And I’m even the one who pushed my ass out and asked him to fvck me.

“Ahh!! No Daisuke!! It feels too good!!”

I tried to resist with all my might, but it was all in vain.

After all, I had offered my ass to him and entrusted everything to Daisuke.

He continued to fvck me relentlessly.

His unbelievably hard c0ck thrust into me, reaching deep into my pvssy to my cervix.

“Please forgive me! If you thrust any more, I’ll die!”

Of course, dying was just a figure of speech.

But that’s how close I felt to the edge.

The pleasure was so intense that I could barely hold on to my rational mind.

Still, Daisuke kept pounding away at me from behind.

With my body bent over in a standing position, he mercilessly ravaged me with rough, relentless thrusts.

His prominent glans scraped against my inner walls, while his sturdy head thrust into my G-spot. His balls slapped against my pvssy entrance, reducing my pride to that of a mere female.

(I can’t take it anymore…

I’m starting to think I want to be this guy’s wife, getting fucked every day.

I seriously want him to do this to me every day.)

“It’s amazing! You’re amazing, This is the best s3x I’ve ever had!”

It was nothing but the truth. I’d never felt like this before, not even when I’d had s3x with a black man with a c0ck as thick as a baseball bat, or during the three years I lived with my boyfriend.

“Please, Daisuke! Keep fucking me like this! Use my pvssy as you like until you cum!!”

It was the first time in my life that I had admitted defeat.

I’d always thought that submitting to a man was something I’d rather die than do.

Letting a man win in s3x felt like denying everything I’d believed in my whole life.

But now, none of that mattered.

I wanted Daisuke to take me.

I wanted to be his s3x toy.

That’s what I truly felt deep down.

If I could just get this s3x king to climax, I’d feel like I’d achieved my life’s purpose.

“Oh, it’s amazing! It’s so amazing! I’ve never had s3x that felt this good♡♡♡.”

After that, I don’t remember anything.

For the first time in my life, I made these high-pitched, girlish sounds as I let Daisuke have his way with me.

I entrusted everything to that amazing p3nis and experienced the best s3x of my life.

There are all kinds of drugs in this world, but s3x with him was on another level.

I thrust my hips back like an animal, simply taking his p3nis inside me, and thanked God for making me a woman.

All women exist to be impregnated.

I’m sure all women around the world would feel the same way if they were penetrated by his p3nis.

Women are powerless in front of him fucking.

“Just cum like this, Daisuke! Let me get pregnant with your child!”

I’d been fucked by many men before, but this was the first time I’d begged for him to come inside me.

I didn’t want to have kids, and I didn’t want to get married.

But somehow, I found myself begging Daisuke to come.

I wanted him to leave some proof of our fvck somewhere inside me.

Maybe as a woman, my instincts wanted his genes.

Daisuke answered my plea with a spanking.

As he fucked me from behind, he smacked my ass.

I thought spanking was nothing but humiliating, so why does it feel so good? Why is it so pleasurable to be treated like an object by him?

“I can’t take it anymore, Daisuke! Cum! Cummmm!!!”

The pleasure was overwhelming, nearly making me lose consciousness. Each time his rock-hard p3nis thrust into my G-spot, I could feel waves of ecstasy shooting through my entire body.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d come. It was a new experience to have this many orgasms without my partner even ejaculating once.

To think that a real American-style fvck would be taught to me by a Japanese person—

“Aaaaaaaah!!!”

Daisuke grabbed my hips. He was pushing for the finish line too.

With each rapid piston motion, my br3asts and butt jiggled violently.

His fast thrusts made me orgasm over and over. The intermittent climaxes raced through my whole body. It felt like every inch of me had turned into pvssy.

I wanted him to come already.

That was all I could think about now.

I’m not exaggerating when I say I was born just to make Daisuke cum inside me.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”

My mind went completely blank.

That was more of a scream now.

A pleasure far beyond anything I’d ever felt raced through my brain and body. Daisuke’s semen erupted into my womb.

It was the best moment of my life.

Inside me, his pulsating c0ck fired sperm with incredible force, knocking against my uterus over and over.

The orgasm seemed to last forever.

I wished it would never end.

Today I met this man, he fucked me and taught me what true pleasure feels like.

With my hands tied, I surrendered everything to his p3nis, and he ejaculated directly into my uterus.

I’d never known s3x could feel so good.

“You’re… a s3x god, aren’t you?”

After we’d finished, I’d regained some of my composure.

That said, it was pointless to try and act cool when I was that out of control.

It was obvious to anyone that I’d given in to this man.

“No way…”

But at that moment, I turned pale.

Daisuke’s p3nis, which was still connected to me, had regained its hardness and size.

I foolishly thought that men are satisfied after two orgasms.

But Daisuke’s p3nis was as vigorous as ever. If anything, it might have even grown bigger before he came.

“Okay… go ahead and fvck me as much as you want.”

I’d already admitted defeat.

So I figured I might as well let him do what he wanted with my body.

I might die if I experienced that pleasure again, but if I have to go, I’d rather die from s3x.

Dying from Daisuke’s c0ck feels like the best possible way to go.

“Oh! He’s so amazing! Too amazing!!”

We went straight into round two and kept fucking over and over again in the wilderness of the freeway.

Daisuke didn’t lose his energy no matter how many times he ejaculated, and every time he ejaculated, he filled my uterus with semen, fulfilling my role as his semen tank.

Even after the truck repairman arrived, we had sweet s3x in the car like lovers, enjoying a brief moment of married life.

My body had fallen in love with Daisuke.

No, I loved him with my body and my soul.

Daisuke’s s3x had that kind of power.

I bet every woman he’s been with feels the same way I do.

“I’d love to spend the whole night fucking you in some motel, but I’ve got a job to do, too, you know.”

Still, I parted ways with Daisuke in Flagstaff, our destination.

Having work was just an excuse.

I was afraid to put my feelings into words.

I wasn’t sure if my words would get across, and I didn’t want to be rejected and get hurt.

A heartbroken trip isn’t my style.

“It was the best s3x I’ve had in a long time. If I have the chance, I’d love to be your partner again.”

I never looked back.

We exchanged contact info, but I had no intention of reaching out first.

He was just another traveler. In the next town, he’d meet new people and probably find another woman to be with.

I think he’s a sinful man for making a “victim” like me every time, but

If he hadn’t forgotten about me after he returned to Japan…

Shaking my head slightly at that unlikely thought, I dismissed it as pointless.

I was just a courier, a trucker.

My job was to haul goods from one place to another, and that was all there was to it.

All I needed was a truck.

That was my… life.