The Best Day Ever

Mariah hadn’t been standing about and merely watching this, of course - as much as she loved the sight of her wife fucking and being fucked by hot, amazingly beautiful women, it wasn’t something she needed to watch every single second of. She could hear it well enough, frankly. Bubbles and Faheema were both loud and lewd lovers, rarely the type to let a scream go with a muffle, so she could call the action well enough by ear while she dressed.

The woman who came back into the room was more playfully dressed than the one Faheema saw last night, going with some black stockings, penny loafers, a pleated skirt and a button shirt with the bottom tied up. A Catholic schoolgirl look, something she hoped Faheema would appreciate through the day.

For now, though, she merely grabbed a chair, pulled it up, and sat back to enjoy the show unfolding before her very eyes, crossing her legs as she looked on.

Bubbles, meanwhile, was enjoying the feel of Faheema up against her body, savoring every touch and making sure to draw them out more and more each time. She was picking up speed, but Faheema wasn’t the type of woman to be satisfied with that - she had to give as good as she got.

The suckling was good. Quite good. But it could’ve been better.

”Harder.” She whispered and dug her fingernails deeper into Faheema’s ass. ”The harder you go, the harder I’ll go.”

Mariah hadn’t been standing about and merely watching this, of course - as much as she loved the sight of her wife fucking and being fucked by hot, amazingly beautiful women, it wasn’t something she needed to watch every single second of. She could hear it well enough, frankly. Bubbles and Faheema were both loud and lewd lovers, rarely the type to let a scream go with a muffle, so she could call the action well enough by ear while she dressed.

The woman who came back into the room was more playfully dressed than the one Faheema saw last night, going with some black stockings, penny loafers, a pleated skirt and a button shirt with the bottom tied up. A Catholic schoolgirl look, something she hoped Faheema would appreciate through the day.

For now, though, she merely grabbed a chair, pulled it up, and sat back to enjoy the show unfolding before her very eyes, crossing her legs as she looked on.

Bubbles, meanwhile, was enjoying the feel of Faheema up against her body, savoring every touch and making sure to draw them out more and more each time. She was picking up speed, but Faheema wasn’t the type of woman to be satisfied with that - she had to give as good as she got.

The suckling was good. Quite good. But it could’ve been better.

”Harder.” She whispered and dug her fingernails deeper into Faheema’s ass. ”The harder you go, the harder I’ll go.”

Where were Faheema's manners? Despite Bubbles being the woman who had wanted this extra romp to start the day, it was still pretty unfair that Faheema's lower body was doing so little work to help get her off. Perhaps it was her rebellious nature, the Nubian's desire to resist her former opponent's authority, but this really wasn't a good time for it. The Virgin Killer wouldn't let her get away with it, either, asserting herself with a tight grope on Faheema's butt as she issued an ultimatum the Nubian couldn't refuse.

“Hnn, you insatiable woman. As you desire,” Faheema cooed, pulling her head up to look Bubbles in the eyes. If she wanted it hard, Faheema would give it to her hard. Bracing herself by gripping Bubbles' stout shoulders, Faheema shifted her position to line their bodies up more precisely. With a deep breath, Faheema started sliding her leg up and down her partner's sex, undulating her body to bring her leg back up for one pass after another. She took to it like a woman in heat, grinding down on the Virgin Killer's soft folds with the force to make it feel as if they would melt from the friction.

With Faheema riding one of her massive thighs, Bubbles barely even needed to uphold her end of the bargain. The Nubian was taking matters into her own hands, now, sliding her pussy lips up and down the woman's leg, using her like a toy to pleasure herself. It was an enthusiastic but innocent enough effort at first, but when Faheema heard Mariah ambling closer and glimpsed over her shoulder to see the beautifully dressed woman take a seat nearby, she turned her gaze back to Bubbles with an insidious grin on her face.

On second thought, who said now wasn't a good time for Faheema to act rebellious? Her grip on Bubbles' shoulders slowly tightened as she pressed her weight down on the bigger woman just a little bit harder. She was actively competing with Bubbles for authority in bed, now, trying to dominate the woman while her wife watched. Maybe she could even bring the giantess to orgasm before she came herself. The chances weren't good when Mariah's intimate treatment in the shower had given Bubbles a head start, but their warrior captive had faced worse odds before.

“F-fuck, yes...” Faheema rasped, staring down and locking eyes with Bubbles, an intense glare as Faheema panted and moaned in ecstasy. Each scrape from her lover's thigh singed her sex with heat that almost felt blistering, but that electrifying sensation only encouraged her to hurry the both of them toward their mutual climax all the quicker.

This wasn’t a challenge that Bubbles issued lightly, either. The last night had amply shown was made Faheema such a good lover. This was no regular woman she laid beside, but a bonafide warrior princess. In another time, in another age, the two of them would’ve been fighting in a sand pit, not a wrestling, wearing furkinis and battling it out while a raging crowd thundered about them. Fucking in the dirty, whipping up clouds of sand as they struggled for dominance, tearing their garments apart to get at each other’s most delicious parts…

Well. This little fantasy wasn’t making her any less driven and hot, she could say that with supreme confidence.

She kept it in the back of her mind as they continue their little early morning fuck, ensuring their fires stayed sufficiently stoked. Bubbles gave her the license to go wild, and the nubile Nubian took it and ran, thrusting into her with a heat that took the Virgin Killer off guard. She gasped, in both surprise and lust, then bit her lip to keep her expressions in check.

Maybe it was just because she just woke up, maybe it was because Faheema’s dominance was just that overbearing, but whatever the reason, Bubbles found herself getting swept up in the sultry tumult. Faheema forced her way on top and she tried to resist, but the pleasure turned her legs to jelly. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. All she could do was lay there and be fucked, as Faheema pounded away.

She loved it. Every second of it. ”Oh, fuck! Yes!” She slammed her fists into the bed, before she reached up, seized Faheema by the curls with both fists, and rammed their lips together with a demanding kiss, full of carnal craving, yanking so hard she almost thought she could tear out a clump. It couldn’t be helped at this point, however - her body was near the climax and it was working with a mind of its own.

Close, now. Closer. Closer...

Deep down, Faheema was starting to recapture the independent spirit that had ruled her for most of her adult life. Working Bubbles over, asserting herself atop this giant beauty, made the younger woman feel powerful again, especially with her wife as an onlooker. It was, in retrospect, a great way to cap off their morning in the luxurious room, because as soon as they stepped out into the city streets, Mariah and Bubbles would hold her leash once again.

Faheema wasn't looking as powerful as she felt, though. Her cheeks were burning, a deep shade of burgundy visible as her body humped against Bubbles' more and more erratically. She stared down, her gaze twisted in a sort of wince while she bit her lip to try to hide the moans and growls that bellowed from her chest. It wasn't working.

“Hmng...mh...nyah!” Faheema yelped, her eyes slamming shut as Bubbles' thigh continued to grind against her sopping sex. The noises could have been mistaken for the moans of some fragile kawaii, if the Nubian's voice hadn't been several pitches lower. Anywhere else in the world, she could've outlasted Bubbles for sheer endurance, but here, in their bed, the Virgin Killer was unmatched, especially with Mariah's help warming Faheema up earlier in the shower. Now, she was running out of breath, struggling to keep herself in motion, yet unable to bring herself to a stop.

“Ahh!” Faheema cried when Bubbles grabbed her head, dragging it down by the hair until their lips crashed into each other. Muffled moans fought to escape the seal Bubbles placed on her lips, growing more frequent until they melded into a single unending cry of lust. Shaking, Faheema grabbed onto Bubbles and held tight as her sex started erupting, hot nectar spurting down Bubbles' thigh and staining the sheets. Her own gyrating motions against the Virgin Killer didn't stop, but now Faheema was ragged and desperate for her partner to cum so she could give her body a rest.

“C-come on, come ooon!” Faheema huffed, pulling her lips away from Bubbles so her plea could be heard. The very instant she felt Bubbles' cum splashing against her, the Nubian would push herself to the side, sliding off of Bubbles and landing face-down in the bed sheets, still moaning as she used the cool blankets to soothe her burning body, her feet almost planting down in Bubbles' still mostly uneaten breakfast.

This sex was good - amazing, Top Ten, out of this world - but there wasn’t any fuck so great that it could make the Virgin Killer unable to see what was happening. Faheema’s play for authority was far from being unnoticed, and she had a mind to make her pay for the transgression...later For now she was content to simply indulge, letting this Nubian goddess have her way.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Mariah smiling, looking on with a knowing grin and her legs crossed. Playing it cool, doing her best impression of the calm, collected business woman, watching on as her wife fucked like a mad beast. It was a scene that had happened a few times before, appealing to their voyeur, but neither of them could remember a time when it had been so visceral, so fierce, so real. It had Mariah biting her lip, gnawing at it, and Bubbles knew it was taking quite a bit of willpower just to keep from joining in and picking up where they’d left off last night.

Today was going to be a long day. For the both of them.

Faheema’s shuddering shriek drew her back to reality soon enough, as the Nubian’s screaming echoed through her mouth, making her entire skull quake. It was a fearsome, terrifying noise, almost inhuman, as if the thrusting, lustful figure on top of her couldn’t have belonged to anything that didn’t belong in the wild. A sexual beast, one that she and Mariah could never truly tame.

But they could try. It was worth it, if only for moments like this, a raging, fiery orgasm tore through Bubbles body and her own scream came along with it. She never cared to hold back with her noises, wanting her lovers to hear her full passion, and today was no exception. A shrill shriek, one that most would’ve thought her lungs were incapable of making, as she jolted about on the bed, spasms as her sex erupted. Spurt after spurt shot into the air, spreading out all over the sheets and mixing with Faheema’s own juices. If the room hadn’t already been filled with the scent of their fucking the night before, that alone would’ve done the trick.

Bubbles melted into the covers, breathing as if she’d just run a couple of marathons back-to-back, her sweat dripping all over her tanned skinned. It was quite a sight, these two muscled bodies lying beside each other, and Mariah appreciated it.

”Wow,” She chuckled. ”I wish I could see the look room service has when they come in to clean these sheets. We’ll have to leave a tip or something.”

Were the hotel staff really going to clean this up? It was probably for the best since Faheema didn't know how to wash anything larger than a set of clothing, but what an embarrassing scene to leave for other people to discover. She'd have offered to chip in to whatever tip Mariah was thinking to leave, but what did the migrant have to give? Nothing but her services, a form of tribute that was payable only to Mariah and Bubbles.

Slowly, Faheema stirred, her face coming into view as she lifted it out of the bed sheets and turned to look at the giantess lying beside her. She could have remained in that bed happily for hours if Bubbles had wished to keep her there, but the three women had plans out in the city today, the sort of outing that she didn't have the social or financial capability to enjoy on her own. This was the only chance she had to really explore the new culture that she was immersed in, so she didn't want to lose it.

“You should eat your breakfast,” the Nubian hummed softly, letting her arm drift across the bed to caress the Virgin Killer's back. “Mariah and I filled our stomachs while you were still sleeping, and our adventures in the city await.” After taking an extra moment to enjoy the soft mattress, Faheema slowly rolled off the bed and onto her feet, a small clatter coming from the foot of the bed as Bubbles' breakfast plate shifted with their guest's movements.

Mariah was gazing at her nearby, waiting patiently. Her outfit for the day was stunning, a set of clothes that looked like it belonged on someone more innocent than the carnal woman wearing them. Faheema flashed her a smirk, admiring her before striding toward a dimly lit corner of the suite to retrieve her own attire, haphazardly discarded. A white, Friction-branded shirt from a gift shop, black wrestling boots from a dressing room, and black trunks stolen from a tourist in Egypt. It was no catholic schoolgirl outfit.

Faheema brought her clothes back to the bed and sat down to start threading her long legs through the holes of her trunks. “Do you know where you want to take us today, Mariah?” Faheema asked, giving the woman a quizzical look. “I've only ever experienced large cities as an unwanted intruder, an ecosystem I never learned to survive in. It will be nice to learn how women like you prefer to engage with the world.”

Bubbles was still melting into the sheets when Faheema pulled away, still basking in the afterglow. An early morning fuck was far from a new concept for her. While even she wasn’t so carnal to demand that from Mariah everyday, once or twice a week they would kick the day off with a good round of passion, especially after a tough match, where she’d needed the night to soothe her body. There were few things better than waking up to Mariah’s lips around her own, to those arms around her waist, to open her eyes and find herself staring into those deep, azure pools…

But Faheema had found a way to match that experience, or come as close as any other woman could are dream. Even in her haze, Bubbles had to marvel as their nubile captive slipped away, loving the way the light cascaded over her firm muscles. It was hard to imagine a beauty like this simply walking through some grimy street, with the world around her completely unaware of the luscious succubus in their midst. It was unfathomable.

Bubbles went to work on her breakfast, nibbling at it like a lazy lioness over an easy kill, as Mariah continued to gaze at Faheema. Aside from just enjoying the show, she took the time to imagine how well their guest would look in this and that and that and this, running a few outfits through her head until Faheema asked the pivotal question.

”I’m thinking Shibuya MODI for you.” She nodded, solidfying the idea as she spoke it aloud. They’re not too far from here, nice variety of clothes to choose from, should be able to find something you like.”[/color]

That raised an interesting question, by itself. ”What sort of clothing would you like use to get you? Just in general. Something sexier, more regal, more refined, more casual?”

Faheema just smiled and nodded, her curls of hair bowing with the motion, when Mariah named a store. Nothing about Tokyo was familiar to Faheema, except the few businesses near Friction's arena complex that had sprung up specifically to cater to the wrestlers who lived nearby. Even those were pretty diluted by the presence of tourist traps in the area, but all Faheema really needed was a grocery store and a dry cleaner's to live comfortably...by her standards, anyway.

“Thank you, Mariah. Having a replacement for my old tank top will be nice, and maybe some new bottoms besides,” she remarked, staring down at the black shorts as she pulled them up, letting her hand run down her thigh and up her backside. It was comfortable material, but it didn't do much to protect her from the elements, and her underwear had gotten lost back in the arena along with her shirt.

Sinking down to the ground, Faheema slipped a foot into her wrestling boot and started lacing it up, managing not to take her eyes off Mariah for more than a few seconds at a time. The outfit she was wearing stood out against her smooth curves, giving her an elegant but playful look. Style seemed important to her, and Faheema could tell that fashion was on her mind as she asked for information on how Faheema wanted to look. It was a question that didn't mean much to Faheema, a woman that had learned to make herself less visible in cities that hadn't much cared for visitors.

“Hmm...casual, I suppose. I want to fit in here, not stand out,” Faheema said with a worried glance out the window, and the concrete labyrinth that lay outside. Deep down, though, Faheema realized there was probably no way to make a six foot tall African woman blend into such a homogeneous population.

Finishing the knot on her other boot's laces, Faheema stood back up, regaining her cheer as her glance turned from Mariah to Bubbles on the bed. “Increase your eating speed, Bubbles! I'm eager to see what you look like in real clothing!” she hollered, amusing given that she was still topless herself. Seeing Mariah's dress for the day had built up some anticipation to find out if Bubbles could match her.

Faheema was looking at Mariah and Mariah was looking at Faheema, though she imagined the two of them had wildly different things going through their minds at the moment. As near as she could tell, ‘fashion’ and ‘sense’ were two words that this woman had never used together in the same sentence, if they crossed her mind at all.

Not too big of a problem, really. Mariah had more than enough of that for the both of them. Even now, she was dressing Faheema in all sorts of outfits in her mind. Skirts that would show off her divine legs, tops that would put her proud breasts on display, colors that would make that fine, swarthy skin of hers pop, earrings that would complement the dark abyss of her hair…

It was a little creepy. She knew. Didn’t care.

Bubbles took Faheema’s advice eagerly, scarfing it down as fast as her maw would allow. ”All right, all right, you don’t have to rush me. I want to show you as much as you want to see it.”

”Not that there’s all that much to see.” Mariah leaned back into the chair with an audible harumph, looking at her wife through narrow eyes. ”Bubbles likes to wear as little as  she can get away without breaking local laws. Sometimes that doesn’t even stop her.”

Bubbles just answered with the most nonchalant of nonchalant shrugs and hopped off the bed with a clean plate, taking her time to drop it off at the sink, before skipping on over to the closet and fumbling through the suitcases. ”Won’t take long.” She took out a bra, realized it was far too small to be one of hers, then stuffed it back in. ”One minute. Tops.”

”Aaaaaanyway.” Mariah popped up to her feet and made her way to Faheema, looking out towards the steel jungle alongside her. ”We’ll see if we can find a happy medium, okay? Your body is a gift, I don’t want to hide it from their world…but something dark, subtle, enough to let you slip through the crowds when you want. About right?”