The Best Day Ever

Mariah didn’t say anything else as they fucked, knowing the time for taunts and talking and teasing was far over, now. She had Faheema pinned. She had her in control as much as you could ever truly control a woman like this. Yes, this woman could’ve ripped her apart anywhere, would demolish her in the ring and annihilate her on the street, but this shower stall was neither of those places. In this hotel, in this bathroom, in this stall with the water cascading around them, Mariah was a pure goddess, and it was high time she received her proper tribute.

The simple act of scratching Faheema was an arousing act, as her nails found skin that was tough and less yielding that any other she come across, perhaps even more than the living tank she’d chosen to marry. Every muscle she touch resisted, every inch was brimming with power that brooked no intruders.

She laughed - a low, chuckling laugh - when Faheema shouted, filling the room with her lovely voice. Her lovely, loud voice. Certainly enough to wake Bubbles if she hadn’t already stirred, but that was a distant concern.

Her mind was lit aflame as the shuddering orgasm took hold, an electrifying sensation, one that she would certainly have a second chance to experience before the day was over, and even a third if she was truly lucky. Still pressed hard to her lover, she slid along with Faheema to the floor, until she was on her knees as well, staring the wild woman in the eyes, making sure they both saw the lust they carried for each other. Mariah could’ve contented her in this stall all day, fucking their guest until she couldn’t see straight anymore, and she doubted Faheema would have a big problem with that.

It was a hot, tense, sweltering sort of moment, and there was no telling how long it would’ve lasted if not for Bubbles boisterous voice coming from the other room. ”Oh, ladies?” A yawn came right after, followed by the sound of creaking bedsprings. ”You two aren’t having hot shower sex without me, are you?”

Faheema was perfectly content to let Mariah hold dominion over her...and that was a pretty strange state of mind for someone like her. She never would have thought that a woman – two of them, even – could overcome her fierce desire to stay in control of herself through some carnal pleasures.

To the Nubian, though, they weren't mere sex acts. After so many years spent silently bearing the chains placed on her by Sudanese society, Mariah and Bubbles had been the first women to really set her free. Ironic, considering that they now held her in chains of their own design, but they were comfortable chains, so Faheema would wear them awhile longer.

She returned Mariah's stare with a half-lidded expression of her own, with a curved smile on her face and a blush that her dark skin barely showed. When the audible shifting of bed covers reached her, though, her smile dissipated, and she became alert again. Tension returned to her muscles as she planted her feet on the shower floor and stood back up. By the time Bubbles had voiced her suspicions, Faheema was already out of the shower, dripping down on Mariah as she took a great stride over her head to reach for the towels. She threw one at Mariah and wrapped two more around herself, one around her body and one around the fuzzy ball that was her hair.

“She made me do it! Took me by surprise with that big round ass of hers,” Faheema clamped her jaw shut to mute the laughter threatening to escape from her lips. Now that everyone was awake, she wanted to make haste and get them all outside for whatever their outing happened to be. She knew the three of them had some more wrestling to look forward to toward the tail end of the day, and the Nubian was interested to see where her captors wanted to take her before then.

“Mariah made breakfast for you,” Faheema remarked as she stepped over to Bubbles and sat down on the bed, her body radiating heat and glistening with moisture. She expected Bubbles to go straight to filling her stomach, but if the Virgin Killer wanted to have some morning fun of her own, the Nubian was sitting well within her reach.

It was amazing how cute Faheema could be without really trying.

Here was a woman who’d waged war on Mariah’s wife like few others could claim, smashing her about the ring, leaving table’s demolishing, destroying everything in their path with carnal ferocity. She was wild. Dangerous. Against a serious opponent out to do her real harm, the Nubian would leave them in a puddle of their own blood. That was the only outcome Mariah could see when thie dark-skinned destroyer truly fought to maim.

So why couldn’t Mariah stop giggling when this beast of a woman nearly tripped running out of the shower, putting a towel around her chest, hiding a body that she and Bubbles had seen extensively in the past 24 hours? Adorable.

She came out of the bathroom a moment later, drying off her chest as she padded across the room. She made a quick stop by the bed and dipped down, giving Bubbles their customary morning kiss, and from there she made her way over to the closet and started to get dressed.

Bubbles, in the meantime, was sitting up in the bed and contemplating a problem. She looked over Faheema, sitting there, so hot and ready, and she could deny the strong urge to have an early morning romp, something to tide her over for a few hours…

...but she did need food. She was a big woman with a big appetite and a big stomach to fill. How to reconcile these problems?

She snapped her fingers as the answer occurred to her, so obvious. ”So she did.” Bubbles reached out and ran a finger down Faheema’s thigh, gently tracing the skin, hardly touching it. ”Tell you what - fix me a plate and bring it over here, will you? Let’s kill two birds with one stone.”

Faheema twisted her body and turned her head to look at Bubbles, a blank stare of disbelief. Huh...she really did want to get another taste of the Nubian's body, so impatient for it that she sounded intent on doing it in the same narrow window that she would devote to tasting her breakfast. She and Mariah were both insatiable, and now the Nubian was wondering just how much time each day they spent having sex with each other when they didn't have company.

No wonder they traveled with their sex toys. For as often as they seemed to enjoy themselves, the extra tools were no doubt necessary to keep things stimulating.

“I'll be back, then...ooh,” Faheema arched her back when she felt Bubbles using a finger to trace the curve of her body. Light touches could be just as pleasant as the more forceful fondling that Bubbles and Faheema had both gotten up to in the ring last night. It was enough to put a spring in Faheema's step as she picked herself up and crossed the suite with a brisk pace, reaching the kitchenette in a second.

She shoveled food and a couple utensils onto a plate haphazardly, taking off with it in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. On her way back, Faheema felt wisps of cool air licking her chest as the towel wrapped around her body started coming loose. With her hands full, Faheema could only frown sheepishly as the garment hit the rug on her way back, with only a towel wrapped around her head, clinging for dear life.

“Oh lord...” Faheema muttered to herself, knowing what her naked form might do for the impulses of the sexual predator she was rapidly approaching.

Yes, insatiable was a good word to describe Bubbles Burste. But, in her defense, Faheema bore at least some of the blame, here. She was standing there, dressing in nothing but towels, her body a shinier, cleaner version of the one she’d been fucking only a few hours ago. How was she supposed to resist this? How could she have a body like that before her, primed and ready to go, and not want to have at least a taste of it before she went about her daily business.

It would’ve been crazy to leave a woman like Faheema alone like that. Bubbles wasn’t crazy.

Bubbles watched, infinitely amused, as Faheema hurried about and got her meal ready, coming back only a few scant moments later. There was a price to pay, of course, as her towel fell away and revealed her precious, pristine body. True, the Virgin Killer had seen it before, but in the light of day, and so clean now, it was almost as if she was looking at something wholly new.

”Nice. Very nice.” She wagged a finger at the towel on Faheema’s head. ”Off with that. I want to see it all.”

Bubbles laid back and curled a finger Faheema’s way as she came over, motioning her to come and lay down on the bed. There was more than enough space for two of them and a plate.

Faheema's lips curled into a frown when Bubbles ordered her to remove the towel from her still soggy hair. “Hmm...” a low growl vibrated from the depths of her throat when the bigger woman beckoned her. Her intonations were still more a casual expression of irritation than a sign of real anger, but they were starting to hit the pitch where her companions wouldn't be able to write it off as some cute pouting, either.

At this point, the runaway was feeling that Mariah and Bubbles had grown too used to having her in their control. Willing submission was still unusual for her, and she was starting to remember why. Clearly, she was an unruly bottom even for those who had her trust – the Nubian had a hard-wired instinct to stay in control, no matter how much fun surrendering it had proven to be.

Both women were safe from her fury, though. Both had shown too much hospitality for Faheema to consider really balking at their orders, especially the ones that involved sexual contact. Bubbles was a gorgeous woman, with a body built and sculpted from fine clay. The kind Faheema rarely got to lay with. After hesitating for one moment, she walked around to the opposite edge of the bed and stretched out on it, humming contentedly when the cool, smooth sheets graced her skin.

Slowly, her head dipped to one side, allowing the stubborn towel to slip free and fall to the rug below them. Laying on her side, posed like a woman in some classic painting, she fixed her eyes on Bubbles, ogling her body from the toes to her head before getting lost in her eyes. Bright blue, reflecting light like crystal clear water. For all the muscles and curves on her frame, the Nubian wondered if anyone had ever told her how beautiful they were.

Oh, there was that spark. Seeing that little bit of flame in Faheema’s eyes, hearing that hint of a growl, made Bubbles’ spine tingle, more than their ‘captive’ could ever know. As she’d went to sleep last night, she’d found herself worrying that her job was, perhaps, done too well, that she’d made the Nubian weak and cowing. Should’ve known better, really.

She had no problem with that. Even welcomed it. Given what she planned on doing later today, it was exactly what she wanted to see.

But that was a thought for later. In this moment, her only thoughts were on how gorgeous the Nubian looked as she laid beside her, with her dark skin and her darker hair, clean and shimmering in the morning light. She started on her meal, feasting on a strip of bacon as her eyes roamed from head to toe, before the temptation was far too much to suffer. She needed to have Faheema’s skin pressed against her own. Now.

She pushed the plate further up the bed, not wanting to risk it fall off and ruining Mariah’s work, before she reached and pulled the Nubian in, reeling her in tight and close. Breasts met breasts, legs tangled, pussies slapped against each other, but the real show was at the top, as Bubbles opened her mouth and took Faheema’s into her own, going for a dominating kiss. One arm reached about and pulled at her back, while the other found a fresh ass cheek to dig her fingers into and gripped it tightly, lovingly possessively.

Having recently emerged from the shower, Faheema's moist skin felt a chill from the still air of their quiet hotel suite. When Bubbles started pulling her in, Faheema didn't resist, happy to warm herself by laying on top of the largest woman she'd ever met. On top, maybe...but not in control. Bubbles drew their bodies together and locked the Nubian in place, with one arm wrapping around her back and another gripping her bottom, kneading it like dough as she squeezed. Between the action of her arms and the feeling of their breasts and hips sliding against one another, the Virgin Killer quickly had Faheema trembling with delight.

“Ayaah, Bubbles, you...mnh!” Faheema's words were cut off as Bubbles captured her mouth in a kiss, killing her train of thought and intoxicating her with the sensation of their forceful contact. The dark-skinned warrior's arms slid up the bed and darted under the the bigger woman's back, locking together behind her to wrap her up with a hug.

It was a loving embrace, but it was also indicative of Faheema holding on for dear life as Bubbles sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, especially down in her nether regions. With her last orgasm being just minutes old, the soft folds of her sex were still sensitive, and each time the Virgin Killer's own scraped against it, Faheema shuddered, recoiling as if a lit flame had licked her pussy. The burning sensation, and the shocks their movement sent through Faheema's hips were thrilling, a fine example of pleasure being enhanced by a little pain.

It was tempting for her to zone out completely and let Bubbles dominate her, but the taste of bacon entering her mouth through the other woman's saliva reminded her of the breakfast plate sitting nearby, its food growing cold. The unique flavor of their kiss gave her an interesting idea. One of her arms withdrew from Bubbles' body to reach for the plate, reaching to pull it a little closer and grab another strip of bacon. Pulling away from their kiss, Faheema resisted Bubbles' tight grip enough to push up a little, creating some space between their upper bodies and holding the strip of bacon in between them.

“You know, this morning is the first time I've ever eaten bacon. The taste is bolder than I imagined it being,” Faheema took the bacon strip and popped one end into her mouth, sealing her lips around it and letting the strip of meat protrude like the flicking tongue of a serpent. Slowly, the Nubian's head sunk down, her mop of hair falling over the woman beneath as Faheema silently entreated her to start munching the opposite end of the bacon strip, with the promise that their lips would meet again as soon as it was gone.

This would’ve been adequately arousing all on its lonesome, but for an added bonus, Bubbles could smell the scent of Mariah all over Faheema’s body, dripping into her nostrils. It was faint, of course - her wife had been thorough when it came to the Nubian’s cleaning, leaving only the faintest scents in her way. But if there was one thing that the Virgin Killer had a nose for, it was that scent. Unmistakable, undeniable.

What followed was a cascade. The scent got her thinking about all the things that they’d done in that shower before she woke up. Her imagination filled in the blanks and set her nerves to tingle, and it was easy, all too easy, to let her list get the best of her and just get carried away in the heat of the moment. She

She just might have, too, if not for a sudden surge of resistance from her loyal worshipper. At first, she thought that there might’ve been some real fight coming her way, and she was ready and willing to stomp it back down in the most satisfying way possible.

But there was no need for that. No, that sort of aggression could wait for later - no, Faheema has something far more intriguing in mind.

Bubbles was a tad confused at first, wondering if she’d have to compete with bacon for her lover’s affection, but the intent soon became clear, and she could help but giggle at the suggestion - before she fully accepted it, of course. Bacon and one of the sexiest women she’d ever seen? That was too much to pass up.

She opened her mouth, leaned forward, and started to bite at the strip, working her way up with dainty bites, until she found a full pair of lips at the end of the rainbow, waiting for her. She took Faheema’s mouth in a kiss, but one that was enhanced by the bits of bacon between them, as they moved from one mouth to the other and back again, going this way and that. It was a heated exchange, and one that was only enhanced when she threw one leg over Faheema’s hips and used it to pull her into the other one, pressing her thigh against her sex and starting to rub. A nice, slow, sensuous movement, one that was picking up speed with every smack of their lips.

Inch by inch, Bubbles' face grew closer to Faheema's as the blonde chomped away at the crispy strip of food separating them. When their lips locked together again, Faheema's heart raced, pounding against the chest of the woman she was lying on as she experienced the weirdest kiss of her life. There were no words for how perverse this experience was for her as chewed bacon bits passed from one mouth to another, putting such an unusual taste to a sensation that had almost grown familiar.

Really...bacon and sex at the same time, and in such a luxurious environment – it was so profoundly sinful that the Nubian had to remind herself that she was still in Japan, not Sodom or Gomorrah. She might have been ashamed of herself, but the profound lack of shame present in her companion helped put the younger woman at ease...for a moment.

Faheema knew she was in trouble when she felt one of Bubbles' large legs wrap around her body, pulling Faheema's hips into an embrace against one of her impressive thighs. From the moment she felt the Virgin Killer's muscles rubbing firmly against her sex, stars began to fill Faheema's vision.

“Ngh!” Faheema mewled, shutting her eyes and tensing up as their bodies started grinding against each other. The effects of her last orgasm were still being felt as each motion of Bubbles' thigh electrified her sensitive body. The sensations hit her in waves: a tremor running up her spine and fanning out as an ethereal warmth singed her skin, followed by a dull ache in her loins in those torturous moments between each stroke from Bubbles' thigh.

The erotic torture wouldn't deter Faheema any more than the more literal torture she had experienced from Mariah's shock gloves last night, but with Bubbles working her over, it wouldn't be long before she lost her mind. Breathing heavily in between her moans, Faheema broke the kiss with Bubbles and allowed her face to sink down to the side of her head, burying it in the side of the Virgin Killer's neck and sealing her lips around the skin to suckle listlessly at it. Her lower body shifted as she slid her own thigh up against the Virgin Killer's sex to make their passionate undulations mutually pleasing for her.