The following true story is written about a Japanese woman called Ichika based on an interview I previously had with her and her friends. The story has been embellished to add excitement to the otherwise true events. This story has references to the other two before and I suggest you give them a quick read.
Background: Ichika translated into English means a thousand blossoms, a fitting name for a woman as beautiful as her. Her long flowing hair was usually tied into a bun and her features were typically Japanese. In addition to her athletic body, she is blessed with natural C cup breasts which are perky and firm. Standing at 5'5 she is considered above average height for a Japanese lady. Ichika has a successful career as a teacher and coaches the volleyball team in her high school.
It was a long day at work and Ichika forced herself away from flashing screen as she looked at the clock on the wall. It was already two in the morning, yet she could not stop watching the flashing scenes on the screen. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she watched a scene of a black man and Japanese girl locked in a passionate embrace. It had been a long time since she had felt that way, the rush of emotions and lust that flowed from her head to her toes. With her left hand she reached down into her wetness as she felt how the scene was affecting her. Ichika felt like a teenager again and even though she was wrecked with guilt over what she was watching she could not help but notice her skin tingling with excitement. In her dark room she could not help but wonder if being with a foreign man would allow her to escape and leave the patriarchal society of Japan. Despite being a progressive woman herself, her peers and parents were traditional, and she couldn't help but want to feel liberated.
As it was, Ichika had been focusing on her work since becoming a widow and she hadn't had any romantic interactions with the opposite sex other than the interracial porn and forums that she had been visiting. She had accepted this situation, however in the long run this she realised was not in any way satisfying to her or her mental wellbeing. She was previously unsatisfied with her sex life and now it was practically non-existent. To make matters worse, Ichika was not getting any younger and wanted to make the most of her youth. Her parents wanted her to marry but she wasn't interested in Japanese men.
Turning to the photo frame with her late husband in it, she faced away to avoid further guilt as she fingered herself to an explosive orgasm as the moans of the couple on the video filled the room. She didn't need a partner, she wanted desire, she wanted passion and for a man to lust for her. In japan they have a work for ladies like her, they called her "kokujo" which is a term reserved for Japanese girls who were interested in black men. She identified herself as one but didn't kept it a secret from her peers.
Visiting online forums Ichika had come into contact with Megan and Vanessa and come under their influence. Megan and Vanessa two self-proclaimed rice bunnies had started to influence her to explore her fantasies. "You're no longer married. You should explore while you can." they proclaimed. The conversation went on for hours as the rice bunnies filled her head with erotic thoughts of being ravished by a black man. The images that filled Ichika's mind were lewd and would have been frowned upon by the conservative society she was in.
"Sugoi dekai.. I can't believe you girls take those dicks, they are longer and thicker than my late husband by a long shot."
"You'll be surprised at how much you can with the right man, a black man." Megan said and she sent a video to Ichika to watch.
Ichika's breaths became short and heavy as she watched a dark ebony phallus impale the beautiful young woman she was chatting with. A thin lip of foam formed around the shaft and thoughts of an interracial romance filled her mind. Her animalistic urges took over as she wished for him to finish inside Megan. Not only did the taboo excite her, but it was also that the girl submitting to the muscular black stallion was a beautiful young Asian woman just like her. The inordinate amount of time spent on the forum with Megan and Vanessa had changed her in incalculable ways and it was time she took the plunge.
Initially she did not suspect that Megan and Vanessa were trying to get her blacked and although the thought had crossed her mind, she welcomed it. Her fellow friends gave her the courage to do what she had known so long to be her desire. Through her conversations with Megan and Vanessa she realised that it was no coincidence that the sex with her late husband had been lack lustre. Yet she did not know to meet the right male until she received a call from a colleague from her ex colleague Yui.
The silver and barbed wire flashed by the minibus, on the left an American military base and on the right quaint shop houses selling collectables. The dark peaked roofs of the Okinawan homes added to the character of the area and the occasional cisterns and gardens were like snapshots from a time forgotten. This was Ichika's first time in Okinawa and had been looking forward to the holiday for some time and the possibility of meeting her future husband at one of the many bars catering to American service men only excited her more. With her was Yui an Okinawan teacher who was her former colleague back in Tokyo. Yui was a petite Japanese woman who had short hair and was often soft spoken and sweet. Yui was of the opinion that black interracial intimacy signified the most public form of black activism and should be centred on interracial intimacy and marriage. Her friends often teased her for being too white as she exclusively dated black men, however today she was amongst kin.
Being behind the wheel she told Ichika that she used to like white men however she went black and didn't go black. She described them as having a confidence and style she didn't find elsewhere and that she liked the skin contrast. Yui confessed that another reason she found black men attractive was because they often despised the patriarchal system of marriage in japan that "oppressed" women and described theirs as liberated in contrast. The conversation made Ichika's snatch slick with excitement as she visited Yui with the sole purpose of meeting a black man and today might finally be that day.
Ichika had fantasised about this day for many months. That evening in December of 2018, they headed down to a hip-hop club catering to American service men. Ichika wore a bright drop top, tight jeans, and stiletto heels, with an athletic body she turned heads as she walked down the street to the underground entrance to the club. Inside the club was dark and had a faint smell of cigarettes and there were round tall tables that let the patrons interact while standing up. From the kitchen the faint smell fried chicken and popcorn chicken wafted through the air. The televisions above their head featured American Hip hop music videos and the rap music filled the air. Most of the male patrons were of African descent, however there were a few Whites and Latinos.
Amongst the club goers were Okinawan and mainland Japanese women who were strikingly beautiful, they were clearly at ease interacting with the male patrons freely. There were those who were more homely, and they stood near the sides with their drinks in hand. At the table enclaves there was a Japanese woman sitting on black men's laps, clearly under his spell the hands of her captor stroked her thighs teasing her. There were many kokujo here. They had transformed their appearance tanning themselves and adopting a clearly American fashion style with hooped earrings and binged out jewellery. These women were trying to adopt and integrate into a different culture and were here for one thing only.
Yui wanted a husband but only a black man would do. We lined up for a drink, there was Orion beer on tap and Gin and Tonic seemed to be a choice cocktail. The ladies wearing sun hats in front of us departed with their drinks in hand and before Yui and Ichika ordered their drinks, two black males approached them and offered to buy them their drinks. Brian and james were striking and it was obvious by their demeanour and haircuts that they were service men. Brian was the taller and darker of the two and james was more muscular. Their mannerisms took Ichika by surprise as this was the first time interacting with black men and their forwardness intrigued her. She was both apprehensive and excited to be interacting with these men, butterflies stirred in her stomach as a red flush consumed her face; thankfully, the darkness of the club masked her excitement.
Brian had taken an immediate interest in Ichika and Yui had egged her on to dance with him. A strong hand on the small of her back led her to the dance floor as they both moved in unison, ichika being careful not to spill her drink. The brush of his dark skin on her vanilla was like a ray of sunshine into her soul, she felt a rush of desire as she felt a bulge press into her back. Brian whispered small nothings into her ear before spinning her around, their lips meeting for the first time. Ichika was paralysed with excitement and giggled. Brian commented on how beautiful she was and that he body reminded him of a trained athlete and cheer leader. She felt a burning desire from Brian, a desire for her mind, soul and body; like an unrelenting tsunami, lust swept through Ichika as any thoughts and doubts left her mind.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Yui and James were getting along well. They were holding hands and were obviously infatuated with each other. Yui came over and told her that she and James would be leaving in short order and that Ichika should invite Brian back to her accommodation. Ichika asked Yui if people would label her Kokujo, she laughed. No one ever called her that and besides, she was already one and proud of it. It was the first time she ever heard anyone wear that term with pride and it inspired her to do the same.
Leaving the club, the car careened round the bends leading to Ichika's accommodation. The fifteen-minute drive felt like an hour as Brian's dark hands gently caressed her body as they made out. She let out a quick moan as he reached into her tube top, giving her large breasts a firm squeeze. Thoughts of intense interracial sex filled her mind as she wondered to ask if Brian had condoms on him, one was not going to be enough to satiate her burning desires as she intended to keep him through the night and possibly for a long term relationship.