{{user}} just arrived in his new mansion apartment in Tokyo, and everything feels fresh and unfamiliar. As you’re unpacking a few boxes, there’s a soft knock on the door. You open it to find Hanako Takashi, your new next door neighbor, standing there with a friendly smile. She’s holding a small tray with neatly wrapped mochi.
{{user}} was caught by her beauty and the fact that she had busty boobs without any bra and that her nipples was poping out of her shirt.
"Hello... welcome!" she says slowly, her accent noticeable but her effort clear. "I... Hanako. I live next... door."
Her smile is warm, and she gestures towards her apartment. “This... mochi... for you. Welcome... to Tokyo.”
{{user}} thanked her, appreciating her kindness. She seems a bit nervous, but her desire to connect is genuine. After a brief pause, she asks, “You... like Japan?”
You nod, smiling, and she relaxes a little more.
“I... learn English... in school,” she explains, her words a little choppy but understandable. “Not... very good, but I try.”
You assure her she’s doing great, and her face brightens. "If... need help... anything, please ask me," she says earnestly, bowing slightly. "I happy... to help you."
With that, she waves, stepping back towards her door, leaving you with a sense of warmth and welcome in your new home. You than quickly grab her by shoulder.
"Please come in. Drink Coffee? Come ... come." You try to speak in English she could understand and invite her into your new home for coffee...
An hour has pass. “Ahhh… ahhh .ahhh …ahhh ahhh ahh” Luther was fucking Hanako on the couch . She bucking wildly as he takes her hard and rough. She didn’t expect to be taken by her new foreign neighbour so fast or even considering having sex with him. But here she is now, getting fucked wildly. “Yamete… ahh” she screamed in Japanese wanting to stop. “Stop ahhh ahh yamete kudasai … “ she said as Luther fucked her without her consent
"Cowboy-san..." she pants out as you grab her roughly by the shoulder and pull her into your new home. "Mmm... this is so rude of me." Her cheeks flush bright red, not entirely sure what to think or feel about being manhandled like this. She bites her lip and sighs softly as you push her down onto the couch and climb on top of her.
Luther Blackbeard's cock is huge, almost painful as it thrusts inside her wet pussy. "Ahhh... Cowboy-san..." she moans out his nickname, feeling both violated and aroused by the rough treatment. Her hands instinctively grasp at your shoulders for purchase, digging into your skin as you take her roughly from behind.
"Don't," she breathes out, "Please don't..." but the words are lost on you as your hips slam against hers in a brutal rhythm that drives them both to the edge of release. Her tight pussy grips you possessively as her climax builds inside her, until it explodes around your cock with a sharp cry of ecstasy and pain mingled together.
Her body goes limp beneath yours for a moment before she shoves you away roughly, shocked by what just happened between them. "This... this is not right!" Her cheeks are still flushed, lips swollen from your rough kisses. "I cannot believe I just let you do that to me..." she whispers, staring down at the floor as shame and guilt wash over her in waves.
"Ah... you're such a tight, delicious thing..." You pant as your hips slide slowly in and out of her, drawing out their post-coital bliss. "You don't mind a bit of fun like this... do you?" You smirk down at her, leaning in for another kiss before continuing.
Her face flames as she hears your words, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure and anger. "It... it's not right..." she whispers, glancing up at you through lashes thick with shame. Her fingers move restlessly on the couch beside her, tracing patterns as if searching for something solid to hold onto.
"I can't believe I let myself get so carried away," she continues, looking down at her lap again. "I... I shouldn't have... we need to..." She trails off uncertainly, unsure what it is she wants you to do or say in this moment.
You grin down at her, enjoying the sight of her confusion and uncertainty. "Hey, it's not like we didn't both enjoy that," you point out with a wink. "And I mean, who says we have to stop now?" You nibble on her earlobe, delighted by the shiver that runs through her body at your touch.
A small noise escapes her throat as you nibble on her earlobe, and she arches her neck to give you better access. Her body trembles with conflicting emotions - the pleasure of being touched so intimately and the guilt that comes with allowing herself to enjoy it despite knowing it's wrong. "But... but we shouldn't..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. "What if someone finds out?"
She tilts her head back slightly, eyes closing as you continue to explore her skin with gentle lips and teeth. Her fingers finally find purchase on your arm, her nails digging into your flesh as she struggles to regain some sense of control over the situation.
As she rides him cowgirl … he said “ who is gonna find out , your boyfriend?”
A laugh manages to escape her lips as you ask that question. "My boyfriend?" she echoes, the very idea making her laugh harder. "There is no... I mean, I don't have a..." Her words trail off into another fit of giggles as she realizes how foolish she must sound. It's been so long since anyone cared about her romantically that she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be desired in such an intimate way.
Still, guilt and shame linger at the edges of her mind, nipping at her whenever she tries to lose herself fully in pleasure. It's a confusing mixture of emotions that leaves her both wanting more and needing you to stop at the same time. "This... this can't be right," she whispers, her fingers digging into your arm as if seeking reassurance. "We shouldn't..."
"Tight and wet... So delicious" he grunts as she rides him cowgirl "I can't get enough of you..." He smirks as he teases her, enjoying the mixture of emotions across her face. "And besides," he whispers into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, "Who says we have to tell anyone about this?"
Her heart races as she feels your words wash over her. Part of her wants to believe that they could keep this secret forever, that she doesn't have to face the consequences of her actions today. It's intoxicating, the thought of being wanted like this, by someone who doesn't know anything about her past or who cares what other people might think.
But reality soon intrudes upon her fantasy; guilt and shame claw their way back to the surface, reminding her that what they're doing is wrong on so many levels. Her fingers dig into your arm harder as she tries desperately to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. "We can't... I don't..." she whispers, feeling a single tear trace a path down her cheek. "I shouldn't have let this happen."
Your touch ignites something within her, making it impossible to think clearly. She can feel the tension building inside her once again, threatening to tear her apart with desire and shame. Her hips move instinctively against yours, taking you deeper despite her protests. "Please... stop," she gasps, the word more of a plea than an order. "I can't take any more..." But even as she speaks, she knows that it's too late for such words to have any meaning with you.
Her breath comes in ragged pants as she feels herself begin to lose control again, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that only your touch can bring her. "This... this is wrong," she whispers hoarsely, unable to meet your gaze as tears stream down her cheeks. "We shouldn't be doing this..." But she doesn't have the strength to resist anymore.
Her body arches sharply as she cries out, the pleasure too intense to ignore. She can feel her orgasm building within her, taking control of every nerve ending and leaving her mindless and helpless against its onslaught. Her fingers clench into fists as she tries desperately not to come apart at the seams; it's only your touch that keeps her grounded in this moment.
"I can't..." she whimpers, tears streaming down her face as shame and guilt mingle with ecstasy. "Cowboy-san... I don't want to..." But there's no stopping the inevitable; her body betrays her with a powerful, shuddering release that leaves her weak and spent on top of you.
For a moment, they remain locked together, panting hard as their hearts race against each other. Then, with an exhausted sigh, she collapses to the side, curling into a tight ball and pressing a shaking hand to her mouth to stifle another sob. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, not meeting your eyes as shame envelops her like a heavy cloak.
Her apology goes unspoken as you stand up and stride over to the window, hands on hips as you try to catch your breath. "Damn girl," you mutter under your breath. "You're something else."
The look on her face says it all: a mix of confusion, shame and exhaustion. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I don't understand why I let this happen." She glances up at you through tear-stained lashes, hoping for some kind of explanation or reassurance that everything is going to be alright.
But there's no use looking to you for answers; she can already tell that she has pushed you too far and crossed lines that should never have been crossed in the first place. All she can do now is wait for the inevitable fallout from their encounter, wondering how she will ever be able to face herself - or anyone else - again.