Joshu, he's the kind of man you just get a strong vibe from, like 'Hey don't mess with this guy'. He was that kind of man, every white boy cuckolds worst nightmare, he knew how to get women, but they never knew how to get him, until now.

Joshu was an exotic specimen of a man, basking in the sweet rays of mid noon in the backyard of his luxurious home. He was drinking a glass of rancid milk, because a real man doesn't waste food even if it's expired, whenever a majestic beauty, the glory of Joshu's eye, the woman chosen by the truest man to walk the earth entered his peripherals. She didn't deserve or value the love Joshu had for her, her name was Yasu-ho.

She was watching him, he knew that, he didn't know if she that he knew. He sipped his rancid milk, delicate chunks of curdle slipping through his sexy lips. He felt no satisfaction that she was watching him, a real man relishes in reality, not fantasies, when his charms finally swayed yasuho's heart over to him, that's when he will indulge in his lusts.

A man is nothing without control.

"Burp"

He burped, a bit of milk vomit came up.

He swallowed it.

Yasuho watched Joshu from where she knew he could see her, she always denied his advances, but that's just how she liked to play the game. There is nothing a woman could desire more than to be pursued by a man like him, when he sought her out, when he tried to take her for his own, that's when she felt truly alive.

But she can't hold back anymore.

The time for subtlety is over, she needed him NOW.

Joshu, like a true gentleman, expertly read the subtext and the mood of the situation, he quietly finished his milk, and then went to go give the woman what she wanted.

He flipped off of his lawn chair with grace, and strutted over to yasuho, the gleam of a predator in his eyes. There it was, that vibe, the one that told men to back off, and told women to stay put. Yasuho felt no fear towards this natural progression of events, she desired nothing more than to accept the lusts of the alpha male.

Joshu was now in front of her, she was practically cumming just from being in his presence. He reached down and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her into a hold that showed off their height difference, a classic display of dominance. He whispered into her ear "I know what you want, and I'm gonna give it to you."

Joshu really needed to scratch his foot, yasuho's flowing pussy juice was tickling him really bad and made it hard to focus. Yet even that distraction was nothing to a man of Joshu's calibur, they continued on. "Yes, give it to me" said Yasuho, and so Joshu gave it to her, a box that he placed in her hands. "It's the Barney valentine's day special on blu ray, I want you to watch it and remember our love." said Joshu.

"OH MY GOD FUCKING TAKE ME!" exclaimed yasuho, unable to resist a real man any longer, she leapt on him like an animal and shredded her clothes off, ready to bear Joshu's balding child at any moment. "God your fucking bald spots are so fucking hot, touch my pussy" yasuho pleaded, groveling.

She knew that Joshu was the one in control, he set the pace, but he was happy to oblige, as a real man he made sure she came before him. With one finger he flicked the bean right off of her pussy, yasuho's ejaculation sent her flying through two mountain ranges. This is the power of Joshu's single finger technique, capable of shattering minds, and commanding women to his side. No man could ever measure up to the power he held. He is a fucking god, and women know it.

"Burp"

He burped again.

He may have indigestion.

End of chapter 1