The Sex Slave Exchange Student
Kristen is so excited to have the exchange student living in her house. The naughty story ideas are bursting through the kinky girl's mind. They whisper to her almost from beyond, like a sinful spirit is enjoying watching her change the world.
Niku Sakurajima is a shy but very busty girl. Soft-spoken. Demure. Her long, black hair falls down her back, and her bangs fall over her eyes, almost hiding her from the world. She's gravitated to Sheila, sharing a room with Kristen's older sister for the stay.
The girl isn't slutty at all. She's a good girl.
Kristen needs a good story for Niku. A bold one. A wild one. A week's gone by as she thinks about it. Now, on the weekend, she has a story. It's the perfect time to do it. Her mother is going to a film convention and Sheila is going as her assistant.
Unbeknownst to the oblivious Kristen, it's a porn convention and Sheila is going to be staring in some amateur lesbian porn her mother films. Real mother/daughter stuff. Not the fake kind found on PornHub.
Britney, Kristen's little sister, is also gone. She's been invited on a trip with her best friend Noriko and her family. That was brimming with possibility. Kristen thought about writing a story about the pregnant Noriko seducing her father and mother with Britney's help, but...
Kristen wanted to write about Niku this weekend.
The pastor wife's had just announced she was pregnant. Kristen thought that was funny considering her stories of the woman being a gloryhole slut and loving her son's big dick. Of course, the woman was pregnant with her son's son. Kristen almost wrote another story continuing the slutty adventures of the preacher's wife, but...
Niku.
This weekend, it would be Daddy, Carter, and Niku all alone in the house. Sure, Kristen would be there, but she would be up in her room. That's when the story really hits her. Just the sort of story that she needs to write.
What if Niku's family was in debt to the Yakuza and needed to get out of the country? What if she was sent here to get knocked up by a Western man and have an anchor baby so the entire family could immigrate to America and escape the Yakuza?
The moment Mom, Sheila, and Britney left the house Friday evening, Kristen starts her next story.
* * *
Niku Sakurajima
I was so nervous about being alone with Carter and his father. Kristen was here, but she never emerged from her room. Always writing. A ghost that would pick up dinner and scurry back to her room. Her family mostly ignored her.
Sometimes, it seemed like they didn't even remember she existed.
So I hid myself in Sheila's room. I wished I had gone with Sheila and her mother to this convention. Sheila implied it wasn't the place I should be going. It was in Las Vegas. A wild city of gambling and drinking, like the red-light district in Shinjuku. My family just wanted me to study here and be a good girl.
So I would study hard.
Not long after the women all left, a knock came on the door.
"Hai?
I mean, yes?"
The door opened and Carter was there. He was a handsome, young man. A flutter of excitement ran through me. My friends all joked I would have an American boyfriend who would take my cherry.
"American girls always put out on the first date,"
Tomoe said.
"You better be ready."
I didn't plan on dating, but... Carter was handsome, but sex? I wasn't ready for that. Besides, he had two girlfriends already, Natalie and Beth. I don't know how that worked, but maybe having harems and bigamy were legal in the States.
"Just seeing how you're doing," said Carter. He did have a handsome smile, but I didn't want to be a
third
girlfriend. I wanted a nice boy, not someone who was as experienced as him. He would want me to put out.
"Fine, thank you," I said, bowing my head slightly.
"Good, good," he said. "Dad and I are ordering pizza. You want anything on yours."
"Um, no. Whatever you choose." I was eager to try American pizza. "Thank you."
He nodded and closed the door. I swallowed, rubbing my hands on my jeans. I was glad I didn't have to wear my school uniform here in the states.
* * *
Niku has a secret. Her family is heavily in debt to Yakuza and are barely getting by. If they have any problems with their family restaurant, they won't make the payments. She wants to bring her family to America, and she knows just how to do it.
An anchor baby.
She has to be bred by an American man.
Only, she's too shy and scared to seduce anyone. She wants Carter or his hunky father, but all she can do is stew in her hot pussy. Luckily for her, my brother knows just what Niku needs. A strong man to plant a baby in her belly.
* * *
Niku Sakurajima
I quivered there as Carter stared at me. I needed to make my move. The women of the house were gone. This was my chance to have Carter or his father breed me, but... but... It was too much. My family needed me, but I was too shy. I wasn't a loose woman who could seduce a man.
I was just... me.
A good girl.
Tears brimmed in my eyes as I looked down. I wanted Carter to go away or scoop me up in his arms. My cheeks burned so hot as Carter marched toward me. He put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched.
"Look at me," he said, his voice so strong. A deep baritone that made my pussy quiver.
I looked up into his young but manly eyes. "You're scared of losing your cherry, aren't you?"
"Hai,"
I whispered, my entire body quivering.
"And you're scared of going back to Japan," he added.
