by Tia Wylder
Ayumi shook her head.
“Daiki, buying lingerie and bondage gear is spicing things up. Bringing a mail order bride home for your little ménage a trois fantasy is another thing entirely.”
“She’s not a mail order bride, Ayumi, and before you shoot me down, can you at least give this a chance? She’s come a long way.”
Ayumi smirked. “Yeah, I’ll bet she has.”
I felt my blood boiling, but I had to keep this civil. At the very least, I couldn’t kick Kamaria out onto the street.
“Let’s all have a drink and get to know each other, can we at least do that?” I asked.
Ayumi continued staring down Kamaria with a fierce gaze before finally nodding.
“Sure, but I’m pouring them. I don’t need your heavy hand influencing this any further than you already have.”
It was something, so I gave ground and let her make the drinks. Surprisingly, she made them fairly strong, even by my elevated standards. I sat on the couch with Ayumi to my right and Kamaria to my left.
Ayumi took a large sip of her drink. It was some sort of mixed recipe. Kamaria took a sip of hers and I saw her eyes go wide. She probably didn’t drink much where she came from.
“So, Kamaria, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?” I asked.
She described her childhood to us, but I was only partially listening. My eyes were on Ayumi as she continued to sip her drink. Slowly but surely, I saw the fire going out in her eyes. She warming up to the idea, or at the very least she was less likely to do something rash.
When it was her turn to talk, Ayumi made more drinks. I was already feeling the effects of the liquor from my first two, but the further addition of Ayumi’s drinks amplified the feeling even more.
Three drinks in and Ayumi stood up. She walked past me and sat on the couch next to Kamaria. I finished my fifth drink slowly as I watched them whispering to one another. I couldn’t make out a single word they were saying, but I saw a wry smile crawl across Ayumi’s face.
She shot me a look before turning back to Kamaria. I watched as Ayumi leaned in close and wrapped her fingers around Kamaria’s head. They started kissing, tiny pecks at first, but soon I saw their tongues sliding across one another. Ayumi’s hands explored Kamaria’s body.
Ayumi pulled back and pushed Kamaria’s head down into her neck. She looked at me with eyes that I hadn’t seen in years. She threw her head back and moaned softly as Kamaria gently kissed her across the neck. Ayumi started unbuttoning her blouse. Kamaria started moving downward, kissing each exposed piece of skin as she peeled back the clothing.
Ayumi unclasped her bra and let it fall to the couch. Her breasts were thick and perky. No more or less than a handful in size, Kamaria took one into her hand and held it in place as she sucked on the nipple. Ayumi took a sharp gasp of breath and dug her fingers into Kamaria’s head.
“Yes, very good,” she whispered.
My heart was thundering in my chest as I watched the events unfold. Had they been discussing this to each other while I descended into a drunken stupor? It seemed like something Ayumi would do, I just didn’t expect this outcome as a result.
Kamaria sat up and they resumed their passionate kissing. Ayumi started kissing Kamaria’s neck and pulled one of the shoulder straps off of her dress. She pulled the other off and the dress slowly fell away. I watched Ayumi’s hands reached around the back and undo the bra. As it fell away I desperately wanted to see what was beneath. I saw Ayumi lean down and bury her face in Kamaria’s breasts. I heard the soft moaning that escaped her lips, but I was unable to see.
I started to stand up, but Ayumi raised a perfectly manicured finger.
“Not so fast, you sit right there and wait your turn,” she said.
Normally I hated when she told me what to do, but in this situation it was more sexy than frustrating. I obeyed and sat back down, despite my curiosity screaming for a glance at Kamaria’s naked form.
Ayumi stood up and pulled off her panties as she walked over to my right and sat back down. I watched Kamaria turn to face me and I was finally able to glimpse her delicious form. Her breasts were thick and massive, with large nipples that glistened from where Ayumi had been licking them.
“Go ahead, Daiki, I know you have a thing for large breasts,”
I didn’t know a single man worth his salt that didn’t appreciate a fine bosom. I leaned down and wrapped my hands around them. I gently massaged both, running my hands over the warm and soft skin of her body.
I leaned down and pulled one of the nipples into my mouth. I ran my tongue across, flicking it back and forth as I heard Kamaria’s sighs of satisfaction. I moved on to the other one and gently bit down into the nipple. Kamaria let loose a sharp sound of pain that was mixed with pleasure.
I felt Ayumi’s hand moving across my upper thigh. She pressed her fingers against me and I felt a rush through my entire body. Her hands delicately undid the belt, button, and zipper. I turned to face her as she pulled my pants off and wrapped her hands around the thick and hardening shaft.
She leaned down and took all of me into her mouth. The sensation was exquisite. I felt her tongue crawling across every inch as she lifted upward and looked over to Kamaria.
“Care to join me?” she asked.
I looked over as Kamaria leaned over. With her hand still wrapped around me, Ayumi offered a taste to Kamaria who eagerly ran her tongue across the tip. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I reached up on either side and took one of their breasts into my grasp. Kamaria’s head moved slowly up and down as her thick lips slid across me.
Ayumi sat up and looked me in the eye. I didn’t see love there, but I did see passion. It was fleeting, but it was something.
“This was a good idea,” she whispered into my ear.
She leaned in and kissed me gently as Kamaria continued to slide me in and out of her mouth with perfect rhythm. My body was overwhelmed with all of the sensations. Ayumi unbuttoned my dress shirt and slowly dragged her nails down my chest. She took me from Kamaria’s mouth and slid it back into her own.
It had been so long since we made love that I forgot how good she was at pleasing me. She also knew when I was going to come and she always stopped just shy of it. After all, she couldn’t have the night end without her just desserts.
She stood up and pulled Kamaria to her feet.
“I’m not sure which position you favor, but this is my personal favorite.”
Ayumi climbed onto me and slid her legs over mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and braced herself against the couch as she lowered herself and I slid into her with perfect ease. Her body embraced me with a tight and smooth entry. I wrapped my hands around her waist as she grinded back and forth against me.
Kamaria sat down to my left and ran her fingers across my chest as Ayumi started bouncing up and down onto me. She pulled her shoulder length black hair back into a ponytail as her moans began to crescendo into screams of ecstasy. She threw her head back as her entire body shook with an explosive orgasm.
She climbed off of me and I looked over to Kamaria who was patiently waiting. I stood up and took her hand.
“Come with me,” I said.
Ayumi followed us as I lead Kamaria to the bathroom. The marble countertops were joined by a full length mirror that ran across the back wall. I turned her around and gently guided her to the edge of the counter.
“Lean over,” I said.
She did as she was told and leaned out across the countertop. Through the mirror, I had a perfect view of her luscious breasts as they hung freely from her body. I steadied myself and pushed into her from behind. I watched her mouth open wide as her eyes went shut and she let loose a soft moan. I gripped her waist with both hands and thrusted into her.
As I threw myself into her time and time again, I watched her face and the way her entire body shook with each impact. Her breasts swung beneath her as she bit her lower lip and cried out for more. I felt Ayumi’s hand behind me. She slapp
ed my bare ass hard and started pushing me into Kamaria.
I was going to come, I had to pull out. I looked over to Ayumi who leaned in and whispered into my ear.
“Go on, come inside her, Daiki, you know you want to. You’re a bad boy, you don’t let anything get between you and what you want.”
I detected a sinister element to the way she was speaking, but I was wrapped up in the moment. Before I knew it, I lost control. I fell into Kamaria and came into her as my legs quaked beneath me. Ayumi had a satisfied grin on her face, which brought me back to the moment. Kamaria sighed as she stood up.
We took a shower together, the three of us easily fit into the large space. Ayumi and Kamaria took turns scrubbing my body with colored luffa sponges. I tried to focus on the moment, but my mind was preoccupied with Ayumi’s master plan she was setting into motion.
When they were finished with me, Ayumi and Kamaria went to work lathering each other up with soap. I climbed out of the shower and dried off. Not tonight, but tomorrow, I would have to find out what Ayumi was planning and get ahead of it.
Chapter Six
Kamaria
We all slept in the same bed that night. Ayumi told me that I did well, but I didn’t like her. Daiki on the other hand was someone special. He had a way about him that made him look powerful, but deep down he cared for others. I could feel his passion when he was inside me, and I wanted it again.
Ayumi had told me things, things that would ruin her plans. I didn’t want to keep secrets from Daiki. I wanted her gone and I wanted him all to myself. The only way to do that was to somehow tell him Ayumi’s secrets. It felt good to sleep in a real bed again. I slept naked in the soft sheets and rolled over to press myself against Daiki’s muscular chest. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close as I fell asleep.
The next day, Ayumi left for work and I was alone with Daiki. I loved the way he looked at me. He seemed so grateful when I cooked him meals and attended to his needs. Ayumi didn’t seem like the kind of person who had compassion like that. Days went by, followed by weeks. We had sex several more times. I played along, but I didn’t like Ayumi, I wanted to be alone with Daiki.
After a month I finally decided that he had to know. I walked over to him as he sat on the couch and watched something on the television.
“Daiki, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said.
“What is it Kamaria?”
“Ayumi is planning to divorce you and take half of your fortune so she can remarry her new lover,” I said.
Daiki turned off the television and turned to face me.
“How do you know this?” he asked.
“She told me. She wanted me to steal your attention and make you fall in love with me so you would come to the decision on your own.”
He stood up and rubbed his face with one of his hands as he stared into the distance.
“Why are you telling me then?”
“I care about you, and I think you care about me too.”
He walked over to me and softly kissed my forehead.
“I do care about you, Kamaria, but if this is true, I need proof,” he said.
“There’s more,” I said.
“More? Out with it.”
I pulled a pregnancy test out of my pocket and handed to him. It was positive. I could see the color drain from his face as he looked at it.
“I saw this one coming,” he said.
“I don’t want to become a single parent, Daiki, I want to be with you, and I want to have a family!” I pleaded.
He kissed me hard and nodded.
“You’ll have all those things. First I need to deal with Ayumi. If I can find evidence that she’s been cheating on me, she’ll have nothing.”
I followed Daiki into her room and watched as he furiously went through her things. I heard the door open and he spun around. I had been dreading this moment, but it was going to happen sooner or later. I just hoped my story wouldn’t leave me with a pregnancy ending and no father for the child.
Daiki charged out of the room.
“I know everything Ayumi! Who is he?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
I walked out of the room to face what I had done. Ayumi lowered her eyes at me.
“You didn’t,” she said.
“It’s not right! He’s a good person, he deserved to know!”
Ayumi shook her head. “Oh you naive little worm. He’s not a good person, he’s an arms dealer!”
Daiki looked over at Ayumi and she chuckled.
“You seriously thought I didn’t know? I’m not stupid, Daiki.”
“Don’t change the subject, you were trying to frame me so you could take half of everything I have!” Daiki shouted.
Ayumi shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? I’m guessing you have a little one on the way with your mail order bride there.”
Daiki paused and I saw him clench his fists. I walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Just let her have it,” I said.
Daiki looked over at me with a startled expression.
“You’re taking her side? She doesn’t deserve a cent of my fortune!”
“Neither do you.”
His mouth dropped open.
“Think about how you made that money. You helped people kill each other. That blood is on your hands, Daiki. This is your chance to start a new life, with me. You’ll make your money back, but this time you’ll do it right.”
I saw his eyes light up. I could tell that he had doubts about his work, but Ayumi never helped him face those inner demons. He looked over to her.
“Get out, I’ll send a lawyer with the paperwork.”
“I have things here, you can’t kick me out!” Ayumi shouted.
He turned and looked at her.
“I just did. Send me your new boy toy’s address and I’ll have your things shipped. I don’t ever want to see you again.”
Ayumi grabbed her keys and walked to the door.
“Fine, Daiki, have it your way! I hope you two have a happy life!”
He turned away from her and looked at me as she slammed the door. I saw happiness in his eyes, and the same was reflected in mine. He smiled.
“Oh, I’m sure we will.”
Touched
By Bella Angel
Chapter One
The ivory-skinned skinned woman quirked a grin as she flipped through the pages of her latest book purchase, sitting on a small stool behind the counter in a small Brooklyn restaurant. Ghosts in the Wall was a small and relatively unknown restaurant in the city, but those who knew of the location could speak nothing but positivity about the place. Especially, the gorgeous waitress who worked most evenings; Kira Fling. Though she was notably single, she seemed to prefer to keep it that way. There was the occasional banter with male customers, but there was a line in the metaphorical sand that she seemed unwilling to cross. Truth be told, Kira was a romantic at heart. As much as she enjoyed the company of her customers in The Wall, she wanted something more exciting. She wanted an adventure of the likes that she read in her favorite stories. She longed for a wealthy prince, a brooding vampire, things of the like that either didn't exist or were just unreachable.
“Kira! Customers at your table! What about that book has you so engrossed?” The Evening manager called out to her, and she flinched visibly, looking up from the worn pages of the book in question. It wasn’t her typical fare, she’d snagged it from an estate sale in one of the nicer parts of the city. It was a simple leather-bound diary, written some ages ago. Non-fiction usually wasn’t her cup of tea, but the lives that the people described within the diary’s pages were nothing short of exhilarating. Their lives were so extravagant that she was truly growing dubious regarding the truth behind the story. All the same, it was rather entertaining to read about the exploits of handsome billionaires.
“Sorry, Joan. You know how I get wrapped up in my stories,” Kira mumbled, carefully folding the corner of
her page and sliding the book under the counter. She trusted the staff and her customers well enough to leave her stuff untouched, so saw no need to tuck the book in some secret hiding spot. She grabbed the small notepad that she wrote orders on, approaching the table with a small smile. It was one of her regular groups, a group of three construction workers who always came to the restaurant after a long day of grimey work. They were a bit rough around the edges, but she knew they were also three of the kindest men in the city. “What’ll it be, boys?” She inquired softly, cocking her hip and flipping to a fresh page in her notepad.
“Aw, Miss Fling. Or should I say, Miss Thing!” One of the men teased, leaning across the table and offering her a friendly wink. “You know we get the same thing every time we come in here,” he grinned, and she smiled fondly in response.
"Oh, but I never know if you wild men will mix it up with me," she teased. The men rumbled out their laughter, and she returned the first man's wink before jotting down their orders.
“So three lumberjack specials, then? I sure can see the three of you in flannel, choppin’ down trees in the middle of nowhere,” she smirked. The men howled in laughter, and she flashed her pearly whites before sauntering away. She slapped the order ticket through the window that led to the kitchen, returning to her spot at the counter. She resumed reading her book, drawing her plump lower lip between her teeth as she traced her eyes along the lines of the pages. It was certainly interesting, not to mention rather racy as well. Whoever had written this went into meticulous detail regarding certain… encounters. Though Kira rarely searched for erotica in her readings, she certainly wasn’t complaining. She allowed herself to drift away into a world long time passed.
The rest of her shift at the restaurant passed with little trouble, and the construction workers were the last to leave before closing time. They offered to see her out, but she declined, knowing that it would be busy work cleaning up the restaurant before she could leave. It happened to be her night to close, and that meant she had to tie up any loose ends that happened to present themselves by the time everyone else clocked out. When the night manager slipped out the door, she called out her farewells before flipping the open sign to closed. She leaned heavily against the door, exhaling a weary sigh before straightening and surveying the empty restaurant. It was a mess, but that was nothing new. She strode towards the back of the restaurant, opening the door to the kitchen. She continued inside, approaching the closet that housed the cleaning supplies. She grabbed a bucket and mop, humming softly under her breath as she moved to fill the bucket with water and cleaner. It was somewhat chillier than usual in the kitchen, but she thought very little of it, focusing on her task. As she continued to fill the bucket, her mind flickered to the diary she had been reading. She quirked her lips in a smile, excited to get the book home and curl up in bed with it. Just as that thought crossed her mind, the lights in the kitchen began to flicker. She glanced upward, inwardly cursing the fluorescent lights.
