Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1

London Heathrow Airport.

This international airport in the west of London was once the world’s busiest, boasting the highest number of international passengers until 2013. It remains one of the world’s foremost aerial gateways.

For me, this marked my first European adventure.

When you think of England, landmarks like Big Ben and Buckingham Palace come to mind – a country brimming with tourist attractions.

So what was I doing in such a place?

“AHHH!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOOOD!!”

I was having s3x with a beautiful British woman for some reason.

The completely naked white woman leaned over a waiting room desk, her ample br3asts swaying as I thrust my p3nis into her from behind.

Her blonde hair, so bright it could blind, cascaded wildly around her face as she took my erect c0ck deep into her exposed pvssy.

The white beauty’s vaginal walls clung to my p3nis, refusing to let go.

Normally, approaching such a stunning woman would be presumptuous, yet somehow we’d been engaged in intense s3x for nearly an hour.

And we’re doing it raw.

As if she doesn’t even know what a condom is, she accepts my bare p3nis into her private parts without hesitation.

“Ah! I’m about to cum!”

“OH YEEEESS!!”

When I neared climax, I thrust my hips without restraint.

Each impact against her massive Caucasian buttocks sent shockwaves through her flesh, making her beautiful hips ripple violently.

“AH!! COME ON JAP!!”

When I grabbed her ample br3asts from behind, she gazed at me with a face full of desire.

Even I had to admit it – we were the perfect embodiment of Beauty and the Beast.

A white woman with massive br3asts being fucked by a dull Japanese university student.

I think whites and Asians are fundamentally different races.

No, that’s obvious, but when we’re connected like this, her high waist and long legs stand out. She’s taller than me, despite being a woman, and the two br3asts I’m holding in my hands are so heavy they don’t fit, yet they’re perfectly elastic and unbelievably soft. Her pink n1pples and areolas protrude beautifully and suggestively.

And she’s giving herself completely to our s3x.

She’s so absorbed in our passionate act that it’s as if she wouldn’t complain even if I came inside her.

“OH…KISS ME JAP”

I entwined my tongue with hers in response to her bewitching request. A passionate saliva exchange between a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty and me. To think I could share such a deep kiss with a white woman like this—this is a terrifying yet blessed privilege for a Japanese man.

And what’s more, let me tell you, this woman is an air stewardess at London Heathrow Airport.

She was on board the London-bound jumbo jet I boarded, naturally serving as a flight attendant to passengers like me until just before this moment.

If anything noteworthy happened, it was when she spilled orange juice meant for me during the in-flight service, right onto my crotch.

An unthinkable blunder for a flight attendant. Naturally, she apologized profusely, but at that point, we were still just a passenger and stewardess.

The change came afterward.

The flight attendant in question began to glance at me frequently.

As someone who had made a blunder, she would respond instantly if I made even the slightest gesture that indicated a request. I thought that this was a sign of professionalism, but somehow it wasn’t.

I felt like she was alternating between looking at my face and my crotch.

My trousers had long since dried. After the juice spill, she promptly wiped them with a towel, and I repeatedly showed her my groin to reassure her everything was fine.

When we disembarked from the plane and completed the English immigration procedures, she stopped me.

At first, she said she wanted to apologize again.

What a hardworking flight attendant. That’s what I thought at first, but then she took me to a deserted waiting room and asked me to lend her my trousers so she could wash them, and the atmosphere became strange.

Naturally, I refused at first.

The trousers were already dry, and more importantly, I had nothing else to wear if I took them off.

I thought I’d have to spend the day in front of such a beauty wearing nothing but my underwear, but then she practically forced me to take off my pants – and my underwear too. She said she’d clean the orange juice off my body, and before I knew it, she was licking my crotch.

“AHH!! YOU’RE AMAZING!!”

After that, it was all instinct.

We stripped naked, exposing our bestial nature as we fucked each other raw and merciless.

“Ahhh! I’m cumming, Jessica!!” 

“COME ON!! COME ON DAISUKE!!”

I spurt while shouting her name written on the nameplate. As for how she knows my name, she must have seen the passenger list.

When I thrust my hips with all my might, the dry slap of her buttocks against my waist echoes through the waiting room.

As we scatter our mingled sweat, I hear her shrill moans—

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

I’ve just emptied every drop of my semen into her pvssy.

Her exposed white cunt milks my c0ck dry, squeezing it from the base. Though I’m still mid-ejaculation, the rhythmic massage of her walls forces every last drop from my balls.

What great s3x.

It’s been a while since I’ve been to an English-speaking country. Even though we’ve finally returned to a country where we can speak a little, we still use physical language.

SEX is an instinctive reproductive act that knows no borders, languages, or races.

“AH…DAISUKE…You are GOD.”

Still basking in the afterglow of climax, Jessica leaned in for another kiss.

She entwined our tongues passionately while her hand continued massaging my c0ck. We were already prepping for round two.

I had no idea how this happened, but a samurai never backs down from a challenge.

At least before waking from this dream, I’d make sure to fill this white beauty to the brim.

“AH!! GREAT!!”

As Jessica cries out in joy at my re-hardened member, a single pair of eyes watched us from the waiting room entrance – two women entangled like beasts in heat.

At that moment, I remained oblivious to “her” gaze.

The implications of this situation – involving “her” and another woman – were completely beyond my comprehension.