Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 5.5 Female Perspective

Tourist honey traps.

That was my job, Sarah Anderson.

I would approach single tourists wandering around Los Angeles.

Naturally, I wanted to target men, preferably Asians. Chinese and Japanese men were especially good targets.

When I approached men who were not popular, they would follow me. Asians in particular admire and feel inferior to us white men, so if you show a little s3x appeal, it’s surprisingly easy to make them lose their guard.

Though I was still young, I knew I had good looks and a good figure.

That’s why I was chosen for this role.

I’d lure tourists into deserted alleys, take their pathetic penises in my mouth, and make them cum.

Then my friends waiting in the shadows would appear and steal everything they owned.

The great thing about this method is that it’s different from a simple robbery.

If we were just stealing money, of course, we’d get reported to the police.

But if we caught a man in the act of ejaculation—especially getting a blowjob from a minor like me—he’d pay up no matter what.

Compared to the truth of having s3x with a young teen like me, any cash they had was small potatoes. In prostitution cases, the buyer gets punished more than the seller anyway, and for someone as young as me, that’s the perfect cover.

The last time I was almost caught by two police officers, I got away with it by making them ejaculate.

That shows how confident I am in my technique.

When it comes to making men cum, I probably wouldn’t lose to adults either.

But once, just once, I forgot my role as a decoy and got too caught up in the blowjob.

He was a big Japanese guy.

A dull-looking guy who couldn’t speak English at all.

He wasn’t popular with women here or back home.

People like that make the best marks.

So I called that Japanese man into an alleyway and exposed his Asian-like crude c0ck.

“What’s this?”

Contrary to my expectations, the Japanese man’s p3nis was magnificent.

Its size, shape, and even its lewdness were all impeccable. There stood a sturdy p3nis that any woman would be mesmerized by.

(What’s with this? It’s huge!)

In terms of size alone, there are plenty of black men who measure up. I’m a professional. What’s there to fear from some mediocre Asian’s p3nis?

(What the hell is this?)

As usual, I took the Japanese man’s p3nis into my mouth.

As I rubbed it with my hand and ran my tongue over it, it naturally began to swell.

It was an overwhelming presence.

The hardness, the size – it could all be described as nearly perfect. A true giant.

It wasn’t just about the size.

Every time I took it in my mouth, my mind would go blank, and I’d feel compelled to submit to this p3nis.

It was like some kind of aphrodisiac. Just by sucking on it, I became completely enslaved by this p3nis.

(When will he cum?)

Even with my amazing technique, the man refused to ejaculate,

Judging by his stamina, he must have considerable sexual experience. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted over five minutes with my mouth on him.

(Please cum…)

As I held his p3nis in my mouth, I imagined myself being violated by this Japanese man.

If he penetrated me with something this strong, I’d come in no time.

I had to make him cum before that happened. If a honey trap loses to a man and makes him cum, it’s the same as a hunter becoming a hunter himself.

“Ah!! Ah!!”

Along with the man’s pathetic voice, a huge amount of semen was released.

(This… is amazing…)

It was just a cumshot in my mouth.

I’d experienced that dozens of times before.

But this man’s ejaculation was on a completely different level to any other man I’d ever seen.

Not just the quantity or the stench – though those were impressive too. What hit me was how completely it overtook my body.

By making me drink that huge amount of semen, it felt like he was claiming me as his property.

Yet somehow, I don’t find it unpleasant – there’s a persuasive quality to it.

This is the first time I’ve ever found drinking semen pleasurable.

Even though swallowing this much takes effort, the fact that it’s mostly stayed in my stomach might be due to this man’s masculine influence.

“Well done, Sarah.”

As soon as the man finished ejaculating, the hidden men revealed themselves.

It was part of the plan, so it made sense.

But I wanted to keep sucking on this man’s p3nis without anyone interrupting me.

He looks like an unremarkable Asian, but I feel like I’ve met my thousand-year lover.

To think a man with such a p3nis exists.

And not among white people, but among the yellow-skinned people living in the Far East.

“Cum again.”

Like a man bewitched by drugs, I began sucking on the man’s p3nis again.

I’d never encounter another p3nis like this. There couldn’t possibly be another one that would make me want to take it into my mouth so desperately.

“What’s wrong? Your job is done.”

My friends were naturally confused.

I’d always boasted about hating Asian men’s semen. The sight of me serving an Asian man with such fervor must have seemed strange to them.

But none of that mattered.

I wanted this man to come inside me…

“Ah, wait!”

But when the man saw my friends, he hastily fled into the street.

He’d been surrounded by such vile men. His reaction was understandable.

Still, I felt bitterly disappointed from the bottom of my heart.

To think I couldn’t have that p3nis in my mouth…

I wanted to taste that semen again.

That’s why I decided to chase after that man.

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Growing up in an orphanage, I think I was fundamentally worn down.

It was normal not to know the faces of my father or mother, and I didn’t particularly envy children who grew up in normal families with both parents.

Humans are fundamentally alone anyway.

Born alone and dying alone—that’s just the way it is.

I didn’t want to have to rely on others or have someone rely on me, or any other such troublesome thing. With no education or family background, I had to do my best just to survive, and being an orphan or abandoned child meant that I faced harsh criticism from society.

Although what I hated most were the hypocrites who approached me pretending to be good because they felt sorry for me.

Well, in a way, it was inevitable that I rebelled.

I suppose you could say I’d grown disillusioned. I’d been avoiding those naive pacifists who either believed only happiness existed in this world or that all misfortunes ultimately led to happiness. That’s how I ended up in the back alleys.

There I found teenagers gathered – petty thieves, extortionists, marijuana smokers – and naturally, I fit right in.

As I grew older, I was given a certain job.

To put it simply, it was a honey trap targeting tourists.

I’d always been aware of my good figure for my age, and the way men constantly stared at my chest and hips had become commonplace. I figured even these tourists would lust after a young girl like me.

Especially Asian tourists. They seemed to have an obsession with white women, openly leering at us without any shame.

They had money, so considering I could make tens of thousands per blow job, sucking an Asian’s smelly c0ck wasn’t so bad.

But wanting to suck him again was something I’d never experienced before.

That dull Japanese man.

His appearance and face were dull, but his p3nis was manly and strong. However, it is extremely difficult to find a single person with only the information that he is a large Asian man.

Just when I had almost given up, I found him in a garbage dump in an alley.

“Ah! So amazing! I want you to train me thoroughly with your c0ck!”

On top of the garbage heap, a big-breasted white woman was being fucked by that man.

Though we were in a deserted alley, their naked bodies were engaged in such intense s3x that it made me blush.

The man’s hip movements were incredible, and the woman, being violated from behind, was crying out in pleasure while defenseless.

Upon closer inspection, the woman bore a striking resemblance to Katherine McBright.

Though recently disgraced by leaked porn videos, it was hard to imagine that such a famous actress would be having s3x with an Asian man in a garbage dump, so I concluded that it was just a coincidence.

Otherwise, there was no explanation for why that haughty actress would want to be violated by an Asian man and treated like a pet.

“Ahh! He’s hitting my deepest spot!”

The woman screamed as the man came inside her, her climax intensifying.

To be honest, I was truly envious.

If oral ejaculation alone could make me this addicted, any woman would surely want to become that man’s property after having his cum poured into her womb.

That man wasn’t just impressive with his p3nis—he was a beast in bed.

I wanted him to fvck me right then and there.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, he fled again at a sprint. His bad luck—he’d been spotted by my friends.

Ignoring the woman who watched the man depart with lingering affection, I chased after him.

Running was out of the question, so I hailed a taxi and pursued him to the outskirts of Los Angeles.

There, the man went into a rundown restaurant called Lucy’s.

I lay in wait at the entrance, but he didn’t emerge for a long time.

Just as the posted closing time passed and I was about to give up, wondering if he might have slipped out while I wasn’t watching, I heard it:

“Ahhn! Nooo! I’ve never felt such a massive p3nis before!”

Peering through the unlocked door, I saw the man having s3x with a waitress inside the restaurant.

She appeared to be around high school age, a blonde with an air of arrogance, but even she was pinned down by the man, moaning in pleasure.

Both women from earlier were being dominated by that Japanese man in a way that made them incomparable to any man they’d ever slept with before.

Despite having already had s3x earlier, the man showed no signs of fatigue. He spent the entire night defiling the waitress.

For the next few days, the man visited the restaurant every evening to have s3x with the woman.

He ejaculated inside her countless times throughout the night, and the number of times the woman climaxed was nothing compared to the number of times the man ejaculated. At worst, she could have nearly triple digits of orgasms in one night, and she was completely captivated by the man’s s3x.

“Don’t go! I love you!”

For reasons unknown, on the fifth day, the man abandoned the woman.

Perhaps he’d grown tired of fucking her relentlessly. He claimed he was setting off on another journey.

The woman wept and tried to stop him, but after extracting his address and phone number, she reluctantly accepted the situation.

From what I gathered, the waitress would probably go to Japan.

During that conversation, I learned the man’s name was Daisuke.

Later, Daisuke stopped a large truck in a hitchhiking-prohibited zone and forcibly took the passenger seat.

As expected, I didn’t have enough money to take a taxi on the freeway, so I hurriedly got into the back of the large truck.

After a while, the truck suddenly stopped for some reason, and Daisuke began having s3x with the female driver.

“Oh! Daisuke is amazing! I’ve never had s3x like this before!”

This time, she was a black-haired Hispanic woman.

She was a tall, cool woman with big br3asts, but when Daisuke fucked her from behind, she looked like a female in heat.

“Ahnnn! Don’t go deep inside! It feels too good! ♡♡♡”

Daisuke’s endless thrusts left the woman breathless.

This same woman who must have been tough among men in her daily life now let out such wanton moans – a glimpse into Daisuke’s monstrous prowess in bed.

His s3x is on another level.

Even when the truck repairman arrived, the pair kept fucking in the vehicle. Though they were probably completely visible from outside, the woman didn’t care. She devoted herself to Daisuke’s powerful p3nis and his savage s3x.

“I’m sorry, Edgar! This feels a hundred times better than yours!”

“Daisuke! After Mom, it’s my turn! I want to be the one getting fucked raw this time!”

Next, Daisuke violated a mother-daughter pair working at a farm.

She looked like the epitome of a virtuous married woman, yet before Daisuke’s s3x, she was nothing but a common whore.

The daughter, slightly older than me, was also being brutally fucked raw by Daisuke’s p3nis, screaming through multiple orgasms.

Even against two white women, Daisuke held absolute dominance.

The inexperienced pair stood no chance – they were merely prey for Daisuke’s predatory c0ck.

That p3nis possessed a mystical power to make women go into heat. At least, no woman had ever refused s3x after seeing Daisuke’s hardened member.

I was probably the only one who ended up with just a blowjob.

After nearly ten days of relentless s3x with mother and daughter, Daisuke finally departed again.

On the outskirts of Albuquerque, we finally found our chance to be alone together.

In the middle of a barren wilderness, he lay sprawled out like a starfish.

I don’t think it’s wild or romantic to sleep in a desert like this, but that’s part of what makes him so strange.

He has no physical charm or good looks, yet I can’t stop thinking about that p3nis of his.

Probably the same is true of the five women he’s had s3x with so far. This Japanese man has that kind of charm and wildness when it comes to s3x.

“Do you remember me?”

I tried asking just to see, but he didn’t seem to recognize me at all.

He was probably just startled by someone suddenly talking to him in the middle of the empty wilderness.

It annoyed me a little.

I’m so obsessed with this man, but he doesn’t remember me at all.

That’s probably what this man is like.

He sleeps with women as if they were snack bars, and then he forgets about them.

On the other hand, the women he has had s3x with remember the s3x they had with him for the rest of their lives.

That’s how vivid and intense his s3x is.

“Take out your p3nis.”

So I deliberately repeated those words from that day.

Just like the first time I took his p3nis in my mouth that day in the back alleys of Los Angeles that had me captivated.

“Wow!”

As expected, he remembered everything.

I felt a little pleased. He’d remembered my blowjob.

“Don’t move.”

I restrained him, who was frightened for some reason, and took out his p3nis again.

It was heavy in my hand, and it was very strong.

“Don’t move…”

I slowly took his sturdy p3nis into my mouth.

When I put it in my mouth, that unique smell came back to me. A mysterious odor that makes women melt. I wonder how many women he has turned into females with this smell.

(It’s truly incredible…)

His p3nis was more magnificent than any I’d ever tasted before.

Not just compared to other Asians, but even more impressive than those of white or black men.

What stood out most was its hardness.

I’ve never seen a p3nis that big and yet as hard as a rock before.

(I can’t take it anymore)

Straddling him, I stripped off all my clothes.

In the desert wilderness, I exposed my n1pples and pvssy to seduce a Japanese man.

This was the first time I’d go this far with an Asian man. Even in my most elaborate Honey traps, I’d always limited myself to fellatio.

“Do whatever you like with me.”

Though young, I did my utmost to seduce him, somehow guiding us toward the main event.

I was aware my body carried an adult’s curves, but without his loli-con fetish, I knew he’d never take me.

“Fvck me. I want your p3nis.”

I seduced him with straightforward words.

That was my honest feeling. I wanted to be fucked by this strong p3nis.

That was all I could think about.

“It’s amazing. I want a Japanese p3nis.”

I rubbed my pvssy against his shaft.

It was indeed remarkable. With something this massive inside me, I knew I’d surrender instantly.

And then,

“Ahh–”

I swallowed his p3nis without hesitation.

But it was so big that I barely felt like I had swallowed it. I was only aware of something huge invading and squeezing my insides.

But even so,

(Ahh… it’s amazing, this p3nis is amazing–)

The thickness, the girth of the shaft, the way it curves—everything about it existed on another plane.

I’d never seen a p3nis like this before.

It was one of the best penises in the world.

“Ahh! Come! Fvck me, Jap!”

As I shook my hips, I seduced the Japanese man in front of me.

I was about to cum just from a light movement. I’d never experienced s3x like this before.

“Fvck me, Daisuke. Fvck me to your heart’s content, like those women…”

I begged Daisuke, who still didn’t move his hips.

I wanted him to fvck me.

I wanted to be like that truck girl and the farm mother.

As a female, I want to be used by a strong male.

Soon he began to thrust gently.

“Amazing…!”

What a naughty way to move his hips.

Though the thrusts are deliberate, each motion amplifies the sensation of his thick shaft and its pronounced curve.

Just as I thought—he’s a genius. He knew everything about s3x.

“Kiss me, Daisuke…”

I begged, sticking out my tongue.

But Daisuke didn’t care, instead kneading my br3asts and buttocks.

The way he touched me was so naughty that I fell in love with him with my whole body.

“Ahh! Come on, Daisuke!”

Finally, the fierce s3x I’d been craving began.

I lay pinned beneath him in the grass, helpless against his vigorous thrusts.

Incredible.

It was making me lose my mind.

To think such s3x existed.

I never thought there could be rough s3x where I would come with every thrust.

“What the heck! Are all Japanese people like this?!”

As I received his rough thrusts, I regretted not having s3x with all the Japanese tourists.

White and black people could never have s3x this powerful.

“Ahh! I’m cumming!”

He made me come in an instant.

As waves of pleasure swept through me, I held his waist with my legs and arms, begging for him to make sure he came inside me.

And then, in the next moment, the moment I had been hoping for arrived.

(Ahh! The semen is slamming into me…)

The thick p3nis released a bullet-like stream of semen, violating me with each thrust.

With every ejaculation, I came, my climax limits being ruthlessly shattered.

Never before had I been fucked so violently, over and over.

This Japanese guy’s a genius. A s3x prodigy.

Come to think of it, this might be the first time I’ve ever entrusted everything to someone else.

I’d lived my whole life without relying on anyone.

I wanted to keep living that way.

But deep down, maybe I’d always wanted to surrender completely in someone’s arms.

Even as the intense climax continued, inexplicably, tears began to overflow.

How happy could I be if protected by such a powerful male?

Even if it was just a way to satisfy his sexual desire, I’d be happier than living in that back alley.

Above all, the meaning of my existence lay in having s3x with him.

“Are you okay?!”

I don’t know what he misunderstood, but Daisuke starts groveling when he sees my tears.

Even though he was so wild during s3x, at times like this he showed his true Japanese side.

“You’re not at fault. It’s just my birth circumstances.”

Still, my tears keep flowing.

I had lived my life without relying on anyone, and now I’ve met someone I can rely on so much, and I feel so sad.

He’ll never be mine.

While I might become his, the reverse will never happen.

This reality drives my tears relentlessly.

“I’m sorry!”

Still, he kept apologizing incessantly, and I found myself growing strangely amused. I’d never heard of a man groveling like this before a woman he’d rejected.

“A thousand dollars would be fine.”

So I decided to accept it.

I was being taken for money. Hadn’t that always been the case?

s3x.

Money.

I’d lived my life doing similar things.

“You can fvck me again.”

Then I seduced him.

Not because I wanted the money, but because I knew it was the way I lived.

“Ah! This c0ck is incredible!”

In the empty wilderness, I was fucked all night.

All night he came inside me, teaching me the true meaning of being born a woman, from a Japanese man.

And so I decided to make a change in my life.