Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 14

“Ah! That’s incredible! It’s too much! I’ve never had such amazing s3x before! ♡♡♡”

It had been a month since I’d been violated by a Japanese hitchhiker who couldn’t even speak English properly.

Though I’d slept with many men before, I’d never experienced anything like this in my life.

s3x had always been good, but this was on another level.

His size and hardness were incomparable, and his stamina was nothing short of extraordinary.

Most importantly, his beast-like thrusts combined with his surprisingly delicate movements – the kind that came from knowing a woman’s body inside out – took me to a realm worthy of being called heaven.

All my previous encounters with men had been nothing more than a battle between the sexes.

It was a physical competition: how much pleasure could I give my partner? Could I make them climax more times than I did? It was all about winning.

As someone who’d worked in a male-dominated industry, I’d always prided myself on never losing to a man.

It doesn’t matter if it’s s3x. In any case, if I could stand above my partner and feel good myself, that would be perfect. That was the position I was in.

But…

“Please, Daisuke! Keep fucking me like this! Use my pvssy however you want until you come!”

The s3x with Daisuke was completely different.

I was completely on the receiving end.

I couldn’t resist at all, just getting repeatedly penetrated by that thick c0ck.

This was my first time with standing doggystyle positions.

I’d always actively avoided positions where the man had complete control. But with Daisuke, I was the one getting on all fours, offering my ass to him.

And it felt amazing.

Throwing everything away – exposing my pvssy, my b00bs, everything – to be fucked like this? It was pure ecstasy.

You could say this wasn’t s3x anymore. This was fucking.

It was a one-sided act, with the roles of the penetrator and the penetrated clearly defined.

I was utterly defeated by that pleasure, that sense of overwhelming bliss.

From the start, there was no way I could win against a man who kept thrusting his p3nis inside me even when I pointed a revolver at him.

At that moment, I was already overwhelmed by that man’s sheer tenacity.

Daisuke Sakagami.

That was his name.

An unknown Japanese man who was trying to hitchhike across America.

I never thought I’d end up having s3x with an Asian.

But since I actually did it, and it felt absolutely amazing, there’s no reason to deny it now.

I’m a white person myself, after all.

There was a time when I didn’t want to admit defeat in s3x with an Asian.

I didn’t lose to a Japanese man.

It was just that Daisuke happened to be exceptionally good. If you’re talking about top-class men, whites are still superior.

With that thought, I decided to prove it myself.

“Ahh! Ahh!”

First, I decided to embrace the truck drivers I’d always avoided before, letting each one take me in their arms.

These men were quite muscular, and they’d often boasted about their Magnum-sized endowments, so I figured they must have some substance to them.

“Ooh, Amanda! I’m gonna put it in!”

“Aah!”

s3x with the truck drivers was certainly enjoyable.

Their penises were as sturdy as they claimed, and their thrusting was rough enough to match.

But it couldn’t compare to that day’s encounter.

Even these brawny truck drivers stood no chance against Daisuke.

But they were still amateurs after all.

Not professional s3x workers.

So I decided to try my hand at adult films.

“Aahh♡ Aahh!!”

The cocks of professional actors were thicker than the truck drivers’, and their movements – from thrusting to n1pple play – were fundamentally different.

As true professionals in the art of s3x, I finally experienced being thoroughly ravished by a partner for the first time in ages.

Still, even they—those professional porn actors—couldn’t compare to Daisuke.

In terms of c0ck size, men like Daisuke were common enough. Their muscular bodies put Asian men to shame, and their stamina and technique proved they were true professionals.

Yet none of them could match that day’s s3x.

Something was missing.

Their cocks might have been large, but they lacked overwhelming hardness. The bigger the member, the further it strayed from that stone-like firmness.

I even tried a video with a black actor who had a c0ck bigger than Daisuke’s, but it couldn’t guarantee that level of pleasure.

There wasn’t a single American pro with such a massive c0ck who could deliver that kind of experience.

Truth be told, I don’t think Daisuke’s incredible s3x was solely due to his hardness.

It was a s3x that excelled in every aspect.

The more I had s3x with other men, the more I realized how incredible Daisuke had been.

In the end, I had to admit it.

Daisuke was number one.

Once that became clear, there was no point in continuing as a porn actress.

I had no intention of returning to the trucking business, and American men held no interest for me.

So I…

“Here you go, two strawberry crepes. What would the next ladies like?”

I used the money from selling my truck and my earnings from adult films to open a crepe shop in Japan.

The shop had been open for about three months now.

The space was unimaginably small by American standards, but the business was surprisingly thriving.

There was no particular significance to choosing crepes, but I’d always been interested in running a food stall. Plus, unlike truck driving, where you spend eight hours alone without talking to anyone, this job turned out to be surprisingly suited to my personality.

“Yes, Chocolate Banana and mint chocolate, right?”

Naturally, these sweet treats were popular among young girls. Most of my customers were high school girls, and I’d started this business precisely to cater to their demand.

But…

“Ms. Amanda, I’ll take another Chocolate Banana today!”

My shop attracted plenty of boy customers too. They seemed to be fans, often asking for photos. I suspect my casual look—T-shirt and apron—appealed to some guys.

My chest size is uncommonly large in Japan, and being American might have its own allure too.

Incidentally, those high school girls also frequently request pictures. Japan is a place full of strange things.

“Hi, the usual Chocolate Banana, right?”

As I interacted with customers like these, my Japanese gradually improved little by little.

Just a few months ago, I was working as a truck driver in America. Never would I have imagined I’d end up running a crepe shop in this island nation on the far side of Asia. But life here turned out to be surprisingly pleasant.

“Good work. We’ll resume in the evening next time.”

“Th-thank you.”

I usually manage the crepe shop alone, but during busy periods like this, I have to ask for help.

The work is mostly behind-the-scenes, but the hourly pay isn’t bad. The high rate isn’t for regular duties, though…

“Let’s take a three-hour break upstairs.”

It’s for the special three-hour shift that takes place in the second-floor living space.

The part-time employee’s name is Sakagami Daisuke.

On the first floor, I’m the boss and he’s the employee, but…

“Ah♡ This c0ck is incredible!♡”

On the second floor, this man clearly holds all the power.

“Aah, Ms. Amanda!”

“That feels good♡ , Daisuke, thrust your hard thing deeper♡.”

Even in the cowgirl position, where the woman has the upper hand, Daisuke has complete control.

From the moment he inserts that strong, hard thing into me, I become his slave.

“Aah♡♡ Japanese c0ck feels so good!♡♡”

Daisuke’s s3x harem.

In the end, I refused to follow that woman’s system.

I rejected being supported by a former Hollywood actress, obtained my own work visa, and created this time with Daisuke myself.

Both men and s3x are something you have to win.

It’s already decided that I will be the one to make this strongest man in the world mine.

“Ah! Not this again on the second floor!”

However, occasionally, or rather frequently, another woman would come upstairs.

It’s Elizabeth Carter, the American girl with twin ponytails.

“You’re supposed to be a crepe maker! Just stick to your crepes!”

“The owner gets to decide what to do with employees. Oh… Daisuke, that’s so good!”

After brushing off the blonde twin-tailed girl, I continued my s3x with Daisuke.

Daisuke was caught between me and Liz, flustered, but since I was the one sucking his c0ck with my pvssy, I held all the cards.

“Daisuke! If you have to choose, pick me! I love you way more than she does!”

“Ah! Liz!”

In the end, this girl always crashes in, turning it into a three-way. I think to myself, I’ll chase this greenhorn away with my skills, but…

“Oh! Daisuke’s amazing as always♡♡”

“Daisukeee! Hurry up and put it in me too! ♡”

In the end, we always end up being easily defeated together.

This man is truly inexhaustible, limitless.

I swear to myself someday, I’ll make him choose me. But…

“Ahnnn! ♡♡♡ Japanese s3x is insane! ♡♡♡”

When Daisuke really pins me down, none of that matters anymore.

If I can get fucked like this, being part of a harem wouldn’t be so bad.

I bet the twin-tailed girl next to me, who’s passed out from her climax, is probably thinking the same thing.

My crepe shop, as usual, was emitting intense creaks from the second floor today.

Apparently, it’s become a famous urban legend that English moans often echo from the second floor of this building.

But honestly, I couldn’t care less about that.

◆Character Profile◆

Name: Amanda Tracy

Country of Origin: United States

Age: 26 years old

Height: 178 cm

Weight: 59 kg

Bust: G cup

Male Experience: About 12 men through normal life; 8 adult film appearances

A working woman who used to drive long-distance trucks in the US.

She’s Hispanic by ethnicity and speaks Spanish fluently.

Her motto is to never lose to a man, and she can do anything, even manual labor.

After trying s3x with various men as substitutes for Daisuke, she realized no one could measure up to him. That’s when she came to Japan.

She sold her truck and rented a small shop to open a crepe house. With her American physique, she attracted fans of both genders. To the boys, she was an object of desire they dreamed of bedding someday. To the girls, she was an exotic older sister from abroad. She enjoyed overwhelming popularity among both groups.

She regularly hires Daisuke as a part-timer and has s3x with him on the second floor of the store.

◆Evaluation of Daisuke◆

In a word, it’s unfair.

There’s no way anyone could win against that kind of s3x.

I underestimated him because he’s Japanese. Even if I hadn’t, things would’ve turned out the same anyway.

◆A Messege for Readers◆

Fridays are premium days – crepes are half price!

I’m confident in the taste, so come and try some.