Whitewash High: Rising Sun

"I've got a proposition for you," Stacy offered, looking at Nik in the rear-view mirror inside the squad car.

"What is that? I'm innocent, you said so yourself."

"You're innocent of what happened at the convenience store, but you're a foreigner. Do you want to have to deal with the Japanese legal system? Your friends in high places wouldn't like that too much, would they?"

Stacy smirked, dropping the carefree attitude she put up when at the convenience store.

"What friends?" Nik asked, confused.

"Play dumb. I find jocks hotter the less brains they have."

"What is the offer?" he continued, playing along.

Nik saw them pass by the koban he assumed they traveled towards. Stacy casually drove past it while continuing their conversation.

"I need a good fuck, one that'll know to keep their mouth shut. I also have a craving for specific men, and not a lot of the kind I'm into here in this city."

"Foreigners?"

"White foreigners," she corrected him.

"You want to trade sex for making my store encounter blow away like papers in the wind?"

"Not as poetic as that. What, think this is a trap? Or do you think I'm ugly? You fuck uglier sluts in your films," she laughed.

The last remark confused Nik further. He always wore a mask. How did she know who he was? As if reading his mind, she didn't keep him waiting on the answer.

"I knew that'd get your attention. I'm a cop. You honestly think the police don't know who you are, or who your buddies are? Want more intel, you're going to have to fuck it out of me. Don't worry, my holes will stretch good around that Ivory Tower of yours."

Too many obvious and subtle clues told Nik she knew a lot more than she let on, especially for a simple patrolman. Curiosity got the better of him. He didn't fear needing to call in Musashi or Ryuji for a lawyer. Instead he needed to know just how easily the police learned his identity, and if them, then who else knew?

"We going to keep driving in circles or is there a place we're going to do this?" he told her.

"Just another minute and we'll be at the koban. No one is around at the moment. Nice and secluded for us to take our time. I haven't had a good fuck in months."

If Nik looked into the rear-view mirror, he'd see Stacy licking her lips in anticipation at finding a fresh piece of grade-A, white meat to feast on.

The car eventually came to a stop outside the koban. The small building did not loom over the citizenry with an iron visage, instead it looked like a dimly lit watchdog, showing the populace the law stood in the neighborhood.

Stacy got out and opened the door for Nik, allowing him to finally stretch his legs from the short trip. Being in the back of a police car, even unshackled, felt like irons were wrapped around his strong legs.

"Come on in," she motioned for him.

Nik looked around, noticing the quiet area. No random pedestrians to see him go inside. No nosy neighbors ready to take a snapshot of any and all who entered the koban.

"Alright then," Nik simply stated, following her inside.

X

Stacy opened up the door to the 2nd floor bunk room in the street corner police outpost. The city had small, two-floor police buildings throughout the city. Located along the roads and four-way streets in the smaller parts of the city, they let the people know the eyes of the police were vigilant when needing assistance. The first floor looked nondescript. A simple desk and chairs, a bulletin board, and two doors. One led to a small equipment and storage room. Inside the other door were stairs to go up to where Stacy and Nik now stood.

Inside the room had simple, basic amenities for a cop needing an overnight stay. A small bed, table, chairs, TV and fridge. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Nik closed the door behind them as he took in the atmosphere. The window blinds were open, letting the street light cut through the darkness.

"Water?" Stacy asked, taking off her patrol jacket immediately.

Tossing it on the table, she walked directly towards the fridge.

"Sure. You know, you're awfully trusting. How do you know I won't break my word and just leave?"

"You could do that, or even worse kill me if you're actually a closeted psychopath, but you forget my partner saw you. You won't get very far. A cop killer would be national news in this country. A gaijin cop killer? That'd get the news staff jizzing their pants at the ratings hike," she coolly stated, drinking from the bottle.

She tossed another his way before closing the fridge with the back of her foot.

"You've got nothing to lose, bad fuck or not."

Sitting on the bed now, Stacy started undoing her work boots to get more comfortable.

"No interruptions? When will the posted officer return?"

"Afraid of getting caught fucking my brain's out? Lock the door if you're worried. We won't be interrupted. No one ever drops by this place. It is a special fuckpad some of the boys use when busting the pros for a freebie."

Nik drank from the bottle now, thirsty from the hot night air.

"Drink up, you're going to need it. For getting you out of that bind, I expect to be satisfied all night long," she demanded, waving him over with a finger.

"How do you like it, soft or hardcore?" he asked, switching into business mode.

Nik looked at this moment as a business transaction. Sex for getting out of a jam. He didn't need real emotions or feelings, only the professional attitude he displayed on the porno screen.

"Don't hold back. I want to mark my territory on the bed," Stacy told him.

"Right, so I'm the pro in this case."

Piece by piece Nik began taking off his clothes, putting them on the desk chair. Stacy couldn't help but laugh at how mechanical and cold he acted.

"No passion in there?" she teased him. "You've got a hot piece of Asian cop ass sitting on a bed and the first thing you do is undress like you're in a doctor's office, not snuggle up to me and make out."

"I'm just getting in the mood my own way. You said you wanted to mark your territory. Call it male vanity. If I'm going to fuck you to get out of this situation, I'll make sure the guys will be smelling us on the mattress the next time they bring their own pro in."

"Bold words, lover boy."

Stacy licked her lips, finally seeing Nik's huge, thickening white cock spring free from his pants. It hung there, swinging like a sexual pendulum as he stepped towards her. Reaching over, he grabbed some of Stacy's hair, pulling down on it to test the waters and expose her neckline.

"Mmmm, someone likes to be in control even when he is the pro," Stacy moaned.

Masochistic pleasure revved her engine. Her skin started to flush, her pussy moistened, and she bit her lip playfully for his visual pleasure. Nik responded by rubbing her cheek and lips with his finger, exploring and probing her skin, seeking out hidden erogenous zones.

"I asked you if you liked it soft or hardcore and you told me not to hold back. I'll play your game, Officer, but we'll be playing it by my rules now."

Nik slowly took control of the situation, pushing the boundaries with the officer. He treated her like a lay, a pump and dump, someone who just wanted a hardcore, exotic roll in the hay. Hardcore would be exactly what she'd get. His fingers gripped harder, pulling down on the hair more to expose all her soft, porcelain skin. Sitting next to her, he sunk his lips onto the neckline, marking his own territory so to speak. Lips and tongue kissed all around the spot hitting her pleasure zones. Stacy instinctively moaned out in pleasure, immediately reaching down to grab hold of Nik's Ivory Tower.

"That feels good. You've got some kissing skills."

Her fingers stroked the thick, veiny cock. Sensitive fingertips felt the throbbing blood vessels with every stroke, eliciting excitement inside her stomach. Stacy didn't get a good lay in a long time, and if he continued to perform this well throughout the night she might need to call in sick to recover.

"I'm going to fuck you like a bitch, Officer. I don't care about your badge, you're an Asian cunt I'm going to fuck and conquer. Is that what you want me to say to you, Officer? You want to be defiled by some foreigner?"

"You like to lay it on thick, just like in your films," Stacy replied, letting one hand rub up Nik's muscular chest.

She felt the hard pectoral muscles, raking her slightly sharp fingernails into the ivory skin, all the way down to the deep abdominal ridges. Nik in turn started kissing her on the lips, sloppy, pornlike, giving her the defiling experience she craved. Their tongues twirled and danced, saliva dripping onto her outfit. Both did not care or notice. One hand in her hair, and one hand raking his abs, they both enjoyed playing with the spots that got their own juices flowing the most.

"Spit down my throat," Stacy suddenly gasped out.

Nik didn't think twice. Some would think it was the pornstar in him that made spitting down Stacy's throat as they kissed a natural reaction, but no, he and Anri engaged in a BDSM relationship. This felt vanilla to him. A shocker to others but normality to him. The more they were together, the less shocked him as they had sex.

Stacy couldn't help but choke, coughing up the invading, foreign spit. It turned her on so much to be treated like this, treated below her outward status and station in life. Some women got hot and bothered being treated better than their rung on the ladder of life, while others like Stacy got wet receiving the exact opposite. The human brain and body functioned in mysterious ways.

"Spat down your throat first, are you so nasty you like to be slapped too?" Nik asked.

Hair yanking, even ass spanking, was basic, safe, normal to do in the bedroom. Low risk to try without asking when someone tells him to fuck her hardcore. Face slapping was another matter.

"Just don't leave any visible bruises," she moaned, digging her nails into Nik's abs harder. "You don't mind me raking your skin, do you?"

"The makeup girls can hide it, and if not I can change the plot of a film to include it."

"A lot of power you've got, stud."

SMACK!

Nik interrupted her by giving that soft, porcelain skin a sensual slap with an open palm. The perfect spot landing with the fingertips on her cheekbone and the palm around her jawline. All sound, little pain. It took a lot of practice to get the technique down, and a lot of understanding when botched.

"Harder," Stacy replied.

SMACK!

Same spot but with greater speed.

"Fuck, and you get paid to do this, lucky bastard."

Stacy kissed him, mounting his naked body and pushing him onto his back on the bed. WIth an experienced hand Nik started unbuttoning her uniform, allowing her tits breathing room. Once the fragile buttons all opened up, leaving her black undershirt wide open on display, Nik casually but forcefully pulled the uniform top off as they kissed. Tossing it aside, he flipped Stacy onto the bed, mounting between the officer's legs, allowing her to feel his thick cock dry hump her.

"How many hours do we have?" he asked.

"Hours?"

"You sound surprised. You did say you wanted to stamp your authority onto the mattress."

"We have until the sun rises," she replied, partly sounding sheepish.

Reality hit Stacy in her naivety and inexperience. She had sex many times before, and she should have known better by picking up a pornstar, but it slipped her mind that he'd go all out and not hold back.

"Lots of time to get you warmed up," he told her.

Opening up the top of her uniform pants, he broke away momentarily to rip them off like a lustful beast, exposing her lacy panties underneath.

"Cruising for a fucking tonight, I see, or do you always dress like a slut for work?" he teased her.

Before Stacy could answer, moans interjected her words as Nik started fingering her wet pussy and clit over the lingerie. This surprised her the most, definitely not expecting him to even rub her for a second. Experienced fingers danced and rubbed along the lusting entrance, warming up the sexy officer so much she'd have no trouble fitting his huge, foreign cock into her tiny, tight, Oriental hole.

"You're fucking wet right now, Stacy, so fucking wet. I can slide three or four fingers up your cunt if I wanted and I know you'd only feel pleasure from it. Once I'm good and ready I'll slip my cock inside and make you cum your brains out. This what you wanted, slut, to be used like one of those pros you bust on the street? Not even a high class prostitute or escort but street level pussy since you're bringing us back to this high class fuckpad."

Sarcasm laced the high class part of the ending but Nik got his dirty point across.

"Yes, I'm a nasty cop needing to get fucked like a dirty pro. Stop talking and use my pussy, or are you afraid I'll milk you in minutes and end all the fun?"

"If you could milk me in minutes I wouldn't be headlining my own films," he answered back.

The fingers kept working their magic as they talked dirty. Once Nik felt diminishing returns from the rare treat, he dominantly ripped off her lingerie panties. The material snapped so easily under his powerful fingers, but he did not toss it aside onto the floor. He had other plans for the soaked fabric. Pushing her legs to test her flexibility, he was not surprised to see knees touching ears. Wet and slick, the pussy looked inviting, lusting to accept his foreign sword into its lathered sheath.

"Is this what you want?" Stacy asked, grabbing her ankles to hold her legs in place.

"Oh yeah, stay like that and I'll pound your womb until you scream for me to stop."

Mounting on top, and with a single, fluid motion, Nik's thick cockhead pierced the Asian veil, sliding right in until the shaft stopped. Basic biology stopped him cold and Stacy would have to enjoy all the inches she got, and fantasize in her head how the remaining inches felt. Their tongues danced again, sloppy and messy, both making lewd moans and groans.

Nik's hand dug into the used mattress near Stacy's head, giving him a solid base to fuck her wildly. From tip to shaft he fucked her, filling her full with every single thrust. Stacy's brain started to melt from the pleasure. Something about Nik's technique, his demeanor, the way he grunted while he looked her in the eyes like a hungry animal made her primal brain crave more. She fucked well hung men before but they did not feel as good as him. It wasn't a race thing either, having fucked other white men. It was a him thing.

"We have hours of this, bitch," he told her, biting her lip dominantly after a kiss. "So many positions I'm going to use you in."

"Talk is cheap. I want to feel it," she moaned back, still holding her ankles in place.

Nik spat down Stacy's throat again. If she wanted it rough, wanted it hardcore, he'd give it to her all night long. Something about fucking the slutty, corrupt police officer felt different compared to fucking the AV stars. Was it that Stacy was real and did it of her own accord? Was it the thrill of doing something illegal himself? Was it the challenge to cut loose and give her as much as she could handle? His mind didn't stop to think philosophically in the moment, it focused on the pleasure of the flesh, making her moan so loud the people walking down below could hear her.

Ten minutes straight of no rest and no changing positions, he fucked her into the bed. Her cheeks were a sea of spit from their sloppy kissing, and her cunt squelched from the cum he dumped into her and the blissful orgasms she rolled through as he didn't stop. He fucked like a machine turned up to eleven then left without an operator.

"Keep going. I need this so bad, so fucking bad. Make me squirt and jizz onto the mattress. I want to make the next shift's pro turn her nose up at my smell. I want to force them to buy a new mattress," she moaned into his ear, arms gripping his shoulders tightly.

Nik stayed hard through one cum dumping, fucking through the sensitive feeling. A mixture of slow and fast fucking, hard and not as hard, allowed him to keep going. The only reason to stop was positional boredom.

"Is that what you want? Don't bitch at me when I fuck you in your own squirt," he told her.

Getting up he could see the gaped out whoriental hole, glistening and red from the non-stop action. Not giving Stacy a chance to recover or get a word in, he turned her around on the bed. Still holding her ankles, she did not let go, confused at what he'd do next. Then she felt the weightlessness, staring down at the bed. Nik had slipped his hands past her legs, full nelson style, and casually lifted her up in the air.

Part of her mind wanted to send squirting signals right then and there, to piss all over the mattress in lust. Another part of her mind reacted how it should have before they walked into the outpost, scared. No one else had the strength to do what he did, especially as casually as he did it. She could not escape, couldn't call for help, just had to accept all he'd do was fuck her more, and if something went wrong would know to stop. As the fear wanted to creep further into consciousness, it got slapped aside by the wonderful cock pushing up her slick cunt. The pleasure took over, suppressing any fear, and filled her brain with those addictive endorphins again.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck..."

It sounded like a lame porno but that was all Stacy could stammer out, edging so close to orgasming from Nik fucking her in the dangerously kinky position.

"You're still so tight, even after I've gaped you out the past while. Your cunt wants to keep me hard all night long. I've got you lined up perfectly, bitch, squirt all over the bedding at your leisure. Hell, do it thrice for all I care. It is not like I'll be sleeping in the bed."

Nik started grunting, hips bucking back and forth to stuff as much white shaft up her whoriental cunt as possible. So tight, so welcoming, and so wet, she made it easy to stay hard and entertained.

It did not take long for Stacy to do as told, letting out a long stream of womanly juices to water the bedding. Through the lust she realized she'd be getting fucked in her own squirt, that or on the dirty floor for the rest of the night.

"You're a dirty cop," Nik commented. "You sure you want to keep that deal in place? Your sensitive holes are going to keep you from going to work at full strength. No running down bad guys when you walk bow legged."

The humiliating words added to the kinky fantasy inside Stacy's dirty brain. She wanted more. Harder, faster, more humiliating, even if it were too much at once. Without any word of warning, Nik let her down onto the wet bedding. Looking surprised at why, Stacy didn't notice the feeling of wet panties entering her mouth until her taste buds broke through the sex blockade set up inside her slutty brain.

"There we go, Officer Bitch, that'll shut you up enough so we don't get a noise complaint. I know you Jap whores like to squeal when getting fucked, and I definitely know Japanese architecture lacks any sort of insulation to stifle sound."

Stacy blinked, brain shut off, unable to comprehend getting everything her dirty desires craved. Treated like a piece of prostitution meat in a depraved, hardcore porno, while getting her ethnicity used as a fetish, she learned firsthand why he got so popular so quickly in the pornography business.

She did her research when looking into him. He only had a few films out on the shelves, but they sold like hotcakes. No one knew who or where this random foreign actor came from, or how he got involved in the Yamato family's pornography operation. For the people buying the films like thirsty travelers finding their oasis, did it really matter?

"If he fucks me like he does all the girls on set, I am going to need to call in sick tomorrow. I'll deal with the boss blowing a gasket but I think this is going to be heaven tonight," she thought to herself.