Whitewash High: Rising Sun Ch. 06

A month passed by. Time flowed like sand between fingers. Each day, Nik and Anri spent it to the limits. The events in the park changed their relationship, pushing them closer together in the realms of kink. More and more, Anri expressed her freedom by giving it up freely to her true love. Trust, a hard word and concept for segments of the population to comprehend and fulfill.

They ratcheted up their exhibitionist streak, finding secure, public places to satisfy their growing sexual drives. More bathroom stalls, footjobs at restaurants, even one time Anri picked Nik up at school, only to be whisked away to a secluded spot on campus. Their bodies reached levels of endurance pornstars couldn't dream of competing with.

The campus fun time made their blood boil and heart race. Not only would Nik get fired if caught fucking on school grounds, but also they participated in that fantastical taboo only seen in smut films and naughty stories. Each moan kept quiet. Every thrust slow and precise. Sex ninjas, never seen or heard. Nik knew when staff left school for the day, as well as when the night guard did his rounds. The entire act got timed perfectly.

But this present moment ached romance over lust. They held each other, staring across the horizon, in the same Ferris wheel from a month ago.

"I got a new gig, Nik. It'll make my career. A major magazine called our agent, asking me if I could fly to Okinawa for a tourist advertising campaign. They are working with the government to prep for the next tourist season."

Nik beamed proudly, giving Anri a soft kiss on the forehead.

"That is wonderful, babe. Your career keeps reaching new heights. When do you jet out?"

"In a couple days. Rush job, they said. First girl got sick, and the government has a strict deadline."

"Great. Take advantage of it. Maybe something else will come up right afterwards."

She nodded her head, smiling.

Their trips on the Ferris wheel always ended quickly but never felt fleeting. Small, private moments of romance outside their apartments before they had to go back into public view. The night got colder. Winter approached. Holding hands, they picked a direction and walked.

Every night they came to the wheel, they picked a different direction to aimlessly walk. Every night an adventure, searching for unique experiences and sights they could enjoy together. Business signs radiated streets with neon illumination, paving walkways and directions to go or not go.

They walked down the cold streets. A full moon hung in the background, shining brightly over each step. The light cast down radiantly, and to look up at the clouds felt like they transported to a different world. Bitter wind forced them to find shelter. A small, cozy coffee shop gave them reprieve from the wind. Two stories high, they ordered their coffee and snacks on the first floor before stepping up to the second.

A few customers filled seats but the couple could still enjoy a quiet atmosphere. Seated next to the windows, the moon appeared perfectly in the sky.

"I like the moon. I don't know why, but it feels romantic to me," Anri commented, head in a hand.

She stared outside, lost in thought, enjoying the night's sky.

"It has its charm. I like it too, especially when it rains. A cascading shower looks like silver bullets dripping from heaven."

"I'm hesitant to go to Okinawa. Is that wrong?" she asked.

"No, why would you think that?"

"We spend so much time together; I forget what it is like to be apart. I'll be there a week, two, maybe more. I don't know, I'm just confused."

"Hey, don't worry. You've got a cellphone."

"Am I being too clingy?"

"I like clingy."

Nik reached over, caressing her cheek caringly. Her eyes smiled into his.

"I'll be calling you every day. Be careful what you wish for," Anri replied.

"I love you. You've already made my wish come true. You know, I could walk the entire city with you, holding hands. No destination, just walking. I feel like I've found my soul mate."

"My friends think I'm foolish. I tell them about us. The plain stuff. I never mention our special relationship. They tell me I'm moving too fast, or he is a foreigner that'll jet away on a plane. I thought they'd be happy for me that I found someone I love, but they are too cautious. Most are in long-term relationships or married."

"Why does it matter if we knew each other a month or a year. Feelings can't be faked. If what we had was simple lust, it'd have vanished after the first month. But we're still here, still together. Yesterday we spent the entire night chatting. Holding you in my arms. I feel fulfilled when we're together," Nik said.

"You know how to make a girl smile, baby," Anri commented, lightly kissing his hand.

"Are you worried about your friends' opinions, babe? They are only looking out for you. I don't know, or need to know, what happened to you before we met. I'm sure if you keep happy, they'll change their opinions and be more positive."

"Do your friends know about me?" Anri enquired.

"Yeah, sure."

"And?"

"They are happy for me. Maybe it is a guy thing. They are just happy I found someone special. You know the moment I knew you were the right girl for me?" he asked.

"No, when?"

Her eyes opened a little wider, curious as to what he was about to say.

"The second date we went on. We stopped into that side shop."

"The one with all the raunchy figures?" she giggled.

"I didn't know they were in there at the time. I just thought it was a typical game store," he laughed back.

"You're so easy to tease. How'd that tell you I was your Miss Right?"

"The fact you went in, for starters. Maybe I had shit luck with girlfriends back home, or Japanese girls are different, but convincing one to even step into any kind of hobby store felt like a nail in the relationship coffin. You asked me a million questions about it all, taking a genuine interest. Other people will think it silly and mundane but it touched me deeply. I knew I could be myself around you. No bullshit games."

"You really did have shit luck with girlfriends, baby. Not going to second base for that? I should thank them. I wouldn't now have you all to myself," she spoke softly, reaching over to caress his face.

"I want you to come with me," he blurted out.

"Huh?"

"My career is sporadic, Anri. I don't know where I'm going to be from year to year. I don't care where. I just know I want you with me."

"My friends are going to flip out."

"Probably, but I don't care. We've got one life to live. I don't want any regrets."

Nik looked out the window momentarily. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed.

"Guess I made things a little melodramatic. Let's change the subject to something less deep. Did you get any information on your new gig?" he changed topics.

"Billboards, magazines, and a TV ad. They wanted a model who spoke English. The ads are targeted towards westerners. I've never been on TV before. I was, but not speaking. I'm kinda nervous. I don't want to screw it up."

She spoke a mile a minute, blurting it all out.

"It could be a big step. You could get that ethnic role in TV or movies. Not a lot of bilingual actresses around. I'd enjoy seeing you on the big screen."

"I've never been to Okinawa before. I'm super excited to finally see it."

"The States has Hawaii. I can relate to the feeling. Tropical paradise. Beaches all the time. Anyone could get used to that kind of life," Nik commented.

"I could see if they need another model," Anri informed. "We can go enjoy the beaches together."

"As much as I would enjoy seeing you in a bikini on the beach, I don't want to interfere in your career. After what happened before, I'm going to play it straight."

Anri nodded.

"I understand, baby. Talking about it has me excited. I'm going to miss you lots, but I can't wait," she said.

"Remember how I said I'd take you home with me on vacation? Now that you're dancing on sunshine over Okinawa, we could do a stopover at Hawaii. Spend a couple days before flying to my neck of the woods."

"Hontou? It wouldn't impose?"

"I saved all the cash from the gigs. I couldn't think of a better way to spend it."

The couple spent the next hour casually chatting away in the cozy café. Unbeknownst to them, a van parked on the side of the road, waiting patiently.

X

Nik pressed Anri against the door of her apartment, eagerly feeling her up openly. Being five stories in the sky, few people looked up that high to snoop. Not that they cared anyways. His hands groped and fondled her large tits, eliciting moans of delight. One leg wrapped around his ass, pulling him in close while her nails slipped under his jacket.

The cold air didn't cool down their passionate heat. Their continuous caressing warmed their bodies as much as their souls, letting them combat the cold. Half-dressed, tops cracked open, a wild stampede would be unable to tear them apart.

Finally, Nik fumbled around in Anri's purse to grab a set of keys. Before he could pull them out, Anri pulled out a special key, smiling into her kisses in the process.

"Making sure I wear you out before the trip?" Nik teased.

"Can never wear me out, baby. My holes are always needing you. I think I'll go mad without your touch during that trip."

Nik slammed the key into the lock while Anri focused on prepping the special key in her hand. All that changed by opening the door was slamming Anri's body up against the inside section. Both heels now dug deep into his ass. Arms coiled around his neck. She presented her neckline to be kissed and nibbled on.

"Baby, I need you badly, so badly. I want you inside me. I'm hopeless without you. You've trained my body perfectly to your touch."

She whispered dirty words, groaning in ecstasy from the love bites. Every bite felt like an inferno of desire from a volcanic eruption. Anri didn't hold the monopoly in masochistic delight. While more a sadist than masochist, Nik absolutely loved feeling Anri's nails burrow into his skin. Every time she raked his back or dug directly into his ass, it encouraged him to fuck her harder.

Suddenly, Anri pushed him off.

"I've got something else in mind. Something kinky I want to try," she said.

"What is it?"

"I got it from a sex shop. Something to try out. Didn't cost much, so if we don't like it, we can trash it."

Pulling a bag out from a closet in the combo living room/bedroom, Anri smiled before handing it off. Nik shrugged his shoulders, wondering what was inside. Fishing around, he took out a small, black collar. Large enough to fit around Anri's neck. A metal ring flopped around the front of the collar.

"You want to wear this?" he asked.

"I want to feel like a real bitch," she purred, rubbing both hands over his chest. "I read some magazines online. Did research. I want to be yours, fully. I want to feel you give this ring a hard tug."

"No one in the shop said anything when you bought it?"

"Nothing. A curious glance, but money is money. Put it on me, baby."

Nik unfastened the collar, sliding the faux leather around Anri's neckline. Gently, he fastened it back up, not wanting to choke her.

"Good?" he asked.

"Very. Feels wonderful."

The moment she turned around, Nik snagged the ring with a finger, giving it a hard yank. Her head snapped forward, stopping only where he wanted it positioned. Passion lit up her eyes, stoking a fire already working overtime.

"I think I orgasmed," Anri gasped, feeling her cunt. "Am I hopeless?"

"Never. I couldn't be happier."

Nik didn't let go of the ring, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. She cupped his face, trying to reciprocate. His other hand grabbed the small of her back to pull her in skin close. Something as simple as a ring pull made Anri weak in the knees, pushing experienced buttons to new levels of submission and depravity.

Before Nik, she wasn't a kink queen. Something about their actions together got the ball rolling, pushing her into curiosity. Kink tasted natural and delicious. Like a fat kid in a candy store, the more she tried, the more she wanted it, feeding the cycle.

It took seconds for her clothing to be ripped off, exposing her model body. Hungry lips feasted on her tits, sucking hard for non-existent milk. Equally hungry hands rubbed and groped her, from ass to shoulders, making sure to leave no body part resentful of the others. All she could do was push his head into her cleavage, encouraging him to keep going.

"Don't stop, baby. Keep sucking. I can feel your cock rubbing up against my legs. I'm a shameful bitch, orgasming so many times before making my man jizz. How do you want me, Master? Want me to take out my schoolgirl uniform again? Or maybe the...wah!"

Without any warning, Nik picked her up and flipped her upside down in mid-air. A standing sixty-nine. Face pressed into her drenched pussy. A bountiful harvest to consume. Anri had a massive cock to contend with, as the blood-filled organ pushed against her cheek. No complaint, and no hesitation, she deepthroated every inch physically possible.

After weeks and months of brutal face fucking sessions, Anri learned to take down Nik's cock without any gag reflex. The slurping sounds were forced, intended as a sound effect to make her man happy and keep him hard as a rock. Lewd, sloppy noises, and saliva gagging up to boot. The perfect fuckdoll, trained to know his buttons without a single word required.

But sometimes the gagging sounded legitimate, a consequence of Nik's devilish tongue hitting each erotic spot. He had no shame burrowing his nose to let his tongue delve as deep as possible.

He flipped her back upright, gently on unsteady feet.

"Master, why did you stop so soon?" she whined, so close to orgasming again.

"Get the uniform."

Anri nodded, walking off quickly to get dressed without complaint. Coming back, she spun around giddy, showing off the cum crusted school uniform. One month of cum drenching. No cleaning. He wanted her to look like a model student whore.

"Hentai sensei need his fuckdoll to cum on again?" she purred. "I've been fingering myself in class instead of studying, sensei. I've been a bad girl."

Another tug of the collar ring dragged Anri to her knees, cock immediately stuffed down her hungry throat. Instinctively, she immediately sucked on it. No foreplay, just an all-consuming need to slurp cock again.

"You're a naughty student, Anri. I see you in the front row, legs wide open, and a vibe sticking out. I fuck you half a dozen times a day and you still need a vibe. You're insatiable, aren't you?"

"Yesh, Masstah, I ahm..." she slurred out, mouth full of cock.

"You make me so fucking hard and horny, Anri. Every time I see you, I want to fuck you mercilessly," he told her, grabbing a fistful of hair.

Anri gave up her body completely, letting him use her like the perfect, obedient, fuckdoll. Whoriental themed. Perfectly submissive. Hearing his groans and moans of pleasure did as much to churn her love juices as his cock gaping out her holes.

A pincer attack. Thrusting hips and a bobbing head made her throat light up in pain and pleasure. The cockhead pounded away inside the tiny air canal, making her spit and spurt. The collar and new level of submission got Nik's engine revving faster, more intense, and it showed in his face fucking.

"Spit it all up on your uniform, bitch. That is what you want to be, my bitch. A good, hot piece of ass I use to jerk off into. I can see it in your eyes. Gag it all up. I'm cumming, babe, gag every ounce up," he groaned loudly.

Anri complied, coughing the first blast of thick seed out onto her awaiting chin, letting it slide down onto the suit. Fresh cum mixed into dried cum, layering the depravity. The smell stuck in Anri's nose, sending delightful shivers up her spine.

"You're a whorish kinkster, Anri. Trying to keep up with you is like keeping up with the Batmobile. Always some new trick you create to force me to up my game," Nik commented.

Anri had taken a small dab of fresh cum and sniffed it. Eyes glossed over. Pleasure hit like cocaine. Upper body covered in a rainstorm of cum, Anri kneeled there awaiting orders. Nik never said a word, only taking action.

Leading by the collar, he pushed her face first against the wall. Skirt lifted, ass slapped, he inspected her holes to see familiar honey leaking out. Straight in went his cock, still rock hard without an inch of deflation.

Anri arched her back slightly, allowing the right angle for his cock to stab inside, but also give off an alluring, pictorial image.

"I'm your bitch, baby. Use me. I'm a good fleshlight. Stroke off inside me. Fuck me so hard I'll feel it until I come back from Okinawa," she screamed out in pleasure.

Nik shoved a finger inside that dirty mouth, deepthroating it. Anri tried to keep talking, but it came out slurred. Either way, it kept Nik hard and on edge for a quick double-tap.

Before Anri, Nik wasn't a virgin. He had sex with girlfriends back in the homeland. Some were fun, sexually, while others could be described as dead fish. Never, though, had he cum this much, this hard, and always ready for more than with Anri. Time, work and food were the only factors keeping them from fucking twenty-four/seven, for Nik always stayed at least semi-hard after each and every cum shot.

It took a few minutes to stroke off another load of cum inside her pussy. Holding her tightly from behind, he stayed hilted inside. Soft kisses caressed her messy cheek, mixing in moments of romance among the hardcore.

"I love you, Nik," she moaned, reaching up to stroke his hair.

"I love you too, Anri."

X

"The last couple of films went in the red, boss," Ryuji commented.

Pill bottle in hand, he downed a couple more painkillers like chicklets.

"Tokyo is saturating the market. Need to find some new talent, reliable talent on both sides of the spectrum. That last guy we hired was all talk. Popped in two seconds. Waste of a cherry boy," Yamato sighed.

"I'll see if I can round up some more somewhere, somehow. How is your sister doing back in the States?"

Musashi shrugged.

"Best as can be expected. Keishu is pretending to be her older sister."

"Smart cover."

"Yeah, but she keeps bugging me about Nik. I tell her I haven't heard from him. Technically true, but she is shrewd. She knows something is not right," Musashi said.

"Your sister sees right through you. Her eyes are everywhere when at the club. I swear, if she weren't a girl, you'd be in trouble running the clan."

Musashi laughed at the double-edged complement.

"Kaze has always been an overachiever. Single-minded is not extreme enough a description," Musashi replied. "Mom and dad would be proud of her if they could see her today. Didn't put up a fuss when I told her she was going back to the States."

"That or risk Ueno stirring shit again. Easy choice."

"If it all works out, she'll graduate over there and go to a good university. Get this though, she wants to start lifting weights."

Ryuji couldn't help but laugh.

"I want to keep laughing but, honestly, after what happened it'd be for the best. If only to kick a man in the balls and pop them like a balloon," Ryuji commented.

Ryuji made an explosion gesture with his hands, prompting the pair to laugh some more.

"Think Ueno will leave her be?" Ryuji asked.

"He should. No one knows where she is except me, her, and Keishu. He doesn't have contacts in the States, so, ironically, it is my own backyard he'd be walking into."

"Before I forget, had to send some of the boys out to crack some knees. People not paying their bills to the girls."

"Again? Why the rash of skippers?"

"Don't know. Raking up some bills at the clubs and then darting out. Slippery punks. Got contact info on them, the boys are going to pay their families a visit."