The Best Day Ever

Faheema was fully convinced that Mariah would need Bubbles' assistance if she were to stand a chance of winning this contest. Perhaps she was too conceited, but if the Nubian had one character strength to speak of, it was her capacity to endure punishment without breaking. It was the only skill the world had ever shown an interest in teaching her, for good or ill. She wasn't the strongest woman in Friction, clearly, but she would prove herself the toughest, in time.

Of course, the torments of Faheema's past had never been of a pleasant variety. Past attackers had sought to make her cry in pain, not sing with joy. Contests of sensual endurance were seemingly a common element in Friction's matches, however, so the lascivious warrior needed to be sure she could withstand sexual torture. Mariah and Bubbles, skilled as they were, would be the first to test her.

Taking a seat on Bubbles' lap, Faheema rubbed her ass from side to side, ostensibly getting comfortable as she teased the woman behind her. She turned her head and gave Bubbles a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning back to face Mariah, reclining back to rest against the warm, broad torso of Bubbles. She was ready.

Feeling strong fingers wrap around her breast, Faheema's muscles grew just slightly tense as Bubbles groped that sensitive area, massaging firmly. When her other hand found the Nubian's sex and began a slow caress, a barely audible gasp left her lips. With her close proximity, Bubbles might notice her victim's heart rate rising while she leaned in to tease the smooth contours of the Nubian's neck with her tongue. Defiant, Faheema shifted her head this way and that, trying to make it harder for Bubbles to perform her work, but there was no position that didn't leave some tender flesh vulnerable for the giantess to taste.

Slowly, Faheema's sex grew moist, with beads of warm dew staining her sex and the fingers running over it. Not a peep from Faheema, until she noticed more and more of Mariah's pale skin becoming visible, shining, almost ethereal against the bright light of the changing room. Mariah would be on top of her in a moment, and that realization made her too happy not to express it.

“Yes,” Faheema hissed, a slow, soft voice that was barely audible against the distant background noise of the mall. Twitching in Bubbles' grasp, Faheema bit her lip to suppress any further utterance, her breathing growing hot and heavy as her nostrils flared.

To be fair for Faheema, the woman gave as good as she got in this little contest of theirs. So many women would’ve been content to just lie back and take whatever Bubbles threw their way, more than happy to be the cream filling between the pair. Not Faheema. Never Faheema. While she was just as much a sex fiend as either of them, she was competitive, too, and she was clearly going for the win, here.

That was clear from the Grade-A lap dance she was giving Bubbles, one that might’ve won her this contest outright if clothing wasn’t getting in the way. Faheema wasn’t just a statuesque beauty worthy of any sculptor’s imagination, but her body was firm and fit and bursting with muscles, muscles that Bubbles could feel pressing down on her with every little twist and turn and twerk.

One of the best lapdance’s Bubbles ever had, being frank, and she was something of a connoisseur. Better than Mariah’s, though she wasn’t about to let that opinion slip out loud.

That wasn’t to say that Bubbles wasn’t an active participant, though. Faheema was playing hard to get, trying to twist away and make her job that much more difficult, but that wasn’t going to get her anywhere fast. When she moved her face away, Bubbles just went to her neck and started nibbling. When she shifted her head back to block her neck, Bubbles’ attention went to her ear, worming her tongue deep into it, as far as it could go. She could try to hide her arousal, shut that mouth tight, but her body was honest. The growing wetness between her thighs didn’t lie.

”Is she ready?” Mariah whispered in her huskiest voice, as she finished stripping down and kicked her shoes off to the side. She stood there in all her alabaster glory, as perfect as the first day Bubbles met her, her skin glistening in the changing room’s dim light.

Bubbles just chuckled and brought her hand out from between Faheema’s thighs, placing those wet fingers on her lips to have a taste. ”So, so ready.”

And that was all the invitation Mariah needed. She moved forward, her shadow engufling Faheema as she pressed their bodies together. Her leg came in between Faheema’s, her thigh pressing against her sex, while her breasts went to the Nubian’s face. Mariah pulled her into the cleavage and began to pepper her head with kisses.

Then came the grinding. Mariah pressed forward, Bubbles pressed forward, giving Faheema less and less space to move, leaving less and less skin that wasn’t making contact with them...


Faheema beamed with desire at the sight of Mariah's undressed body. Her eyes flashed as she remembered that same sight confronting her earlier in the day, in the shower where Mariah's body pinned hers against the wall. She would soon be trapped again, between the two of them, and her hips began to swivel on Bubbles' lap against her will. Thinking about what was about to happen made her pussy ache with desire, and she couldn't keep still even with Bubbles holding her.

“Gnh!” Faheema bit her lip, barely suppressing a cry as Bubbles tongue protruded into her ear and started swirling inside it. She had never imagined her ears as something erogenous, but she was growing fond of that tickling sensation that rattled through her mind as Bubbles massaged it with her tongue.

She must have looked pretty vulnerable in that moment, sighing and sweating, trying her best not to sing as a warm sensation enveloped her like a blanket. It felt good to be wanted in this way. To be the center of attention of both these women, if only for a brief time. Her normally bold expressions of passion absent, Faheema was left dancing in place on Bubbles' lap, whimpering desperately as Mariah stepped into place between her legs.

“Uhh,” Faheema huffed as Mariah pressed her thigh into Faheema's sex and wrapped her arms around the Nubian's head, pulling it inexorably into the valley of her cleavage. Without hesitation, Faheema's arms went around Mariah's midsection, gripping her tightly and running a hand down her perky ass. Feeling Mariah's lips patting softly on her head surprised her more than anything else, not expecting Mariah to willingly press her head into the tangle of her hair, even though it was clean now. Returning the affection in kind, Faheema started smooching the sensitive area between Mariah's breasts, massaging it with her face and licking up and down, side to side.

“Hmm...mmm,” Faheema's muffled voice vibrated against Mariah's chest as both women started a synchronized grind, kneading her body between them until it felt ready to melt. Having her face buried in Mariah's chest actually muffled Faheema's voice a little, but as her sopping sex started dripping onto the tiled floor beneath them, it grew harder and harder to stay quiet. The Nubian grew light-headed as her heavy breathing was stymied by Mariah's chest, and she was growing unruly, threatening to break free from this loving prison if it weren't for the strength of the woman she was sitting on. Faheema fought them over every little sound that left her mouth, but she didn't think she could control herself much longer.

ASMR. Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.

It was a relatively new thing that Bubbles and Mariah had started trying in the bedroom, always eager to spice things up with their sex life. A simple concept, really, just whispering in the ear, creating a response in the brain, almost like a mental massage. It wasn’t quite understood why it worked - but it worked. As Bubbles and Mariah could both attest, when they did it right, it made the spine tingle and the muscles surge, bringing an orgasmic euphoria with it.

And how would it work on Faheema? Oh, she was anxious to find out.

As much as Bubbles loved to be the active one with these things, she let her wife’s work take the point here, while she tried more inventive means of driving Faheema wild. ”You know what I think?” She whispered into the Nubian’s ear, blowing hot air into with every word, punctuating with a dart tongue. ”I think you want to wear that collar. I think you like it. This whole contest is just an excuse for us to get a little naughty in the dressing room.” She moved around to the other, running her tongue along the back of Faheema’s neck as she went.

”I think you’re about spot on.” Mariah could sense Faheema’s growing struggles and put in her bid to stop it, gripping her head and bringing their gazes together with no small amount of force. ”Is she right, Faheema?” She dipped down, nearly bringing their lips together, but only nearly - so close that every word she spoke made them touch for a fleeting second. ”Is this what you want?”

While Mariah worked her own magic, Bubbles went back to more practical purposes, wrapping her arms around Faheema and pulling her in tight and close, as if she were an unruly child on the bus, threatening to squirm free. That wasn’t the only purpose, though - she also took the time to reach between Faheema’s legs, using her fingers to reach where Mariah’s thigh couldn’t. More play, more touching, more exploration.

The changing rooms to the left and right of Faheema and her erotic torturers were unoccupied right now, and thank god for that, because any occupants definitely would've noticed by now how inappropriate the three women were getting inside theirs. The nonverbal disturbances were building up, from the heavy breathing to the creak of the walls and the bench as the women rocked against them. Any louder, and there was a risk that the store attendant just outside might hear, which is why Faheema had challenged Mariah to see which of them could stay quieter under the effect of such carnal pleasures.

It had only been a couple of minutes, and Faheema was already nearing her limit. She was primed to pop like a champagne cork thanks to Mariah's errant thigh kneading her sex, and when she heard Bubbles whisper into her ear, the room started to spin around her, the Nubian trembling in Bubbles' grasp as a delirium overtook her. She was completely under their spell.

“Y-yes,” Faheema mewled softly, pressing her back against Bubbles' chest and tilting her head sideways, meeting eyes with Bubbles briefly as she gave the bronze beauty a kiss on the cheek. The words were true. She wasn't going to ask for that collar to adorn her neck again, but if Mariah and Bubbles won the right to put it back on, she would take it gladly.

Just as Bubbles' mouth drifted to her other ear, Faheema felt Mariah's hands fasten around her head, dragging it up to force their eyes to meet. She would get a glassy stare and an abashed grin in response to her words. There was no dignified expression for how Faheema felt right now, and there were no words she could reply with that could express it even if she wasn't attempting to stay silent. Ultimately, as Mariah's lips drew closer to her own, Faheema surrendered to her temptation, leaning up and locking lips with her, wrapping her strong arms around Mariah's torso to keep her trapped in the kiss for at least a moment.

Faheema couldn't keep herself still without Bubbles to hold her, but that didn't mean she wanted to escape from this. This was something Faheema wanted to ride out as long as she could, but as Bubbles went back to stroking her sex with a free hand, the Nubian broke. The soft pattering made by drops of her nectar hitting the floor picked up, and the leaking faucet soon ruptured, a noisy splash hitting their ears as Faheema came hard against Mariah's thigh. She couldn't keep herself quiet, throwing her head back to release a chorus of moans and soft cries, modest but very audible nonetheless.

For a moment, Faheema could've swore that she saw shadows flickering along the ground out of the corner of her eye. The disturbance had almost attracted someone's attention, but nothing came of it. With a sigh of relief, Faheema fell back into Bubbles' arms, grabbing Mariah and reeling her in to share the tight embrace with both of them for a final moment before they released her. She had only kept silent for a couple of minutes, but what an amazing couple of minutes they had been!

“Hnn...you always outdo yourselves,” Faheema uttered in a husky, exhausted voice. “The bar is set now, Mariah. After I've had a moment to regain my strength, it will be your turn.”

Bubbles, all things considered, had done a decent job of not running afoul of the law in Japan. Being honest, it was a lot easier to avoid trouble here than back in the states, where so many of her fellow Americans were judging prudes. Thanks to the AFW’s prevalence, Tokyo was quite welcome to a sexually open woman such as herself, and she could do things in public that would’ve landed her in jail in her own home state.

But there were limits, and if she had to wager, fucking inside a changing room of a major clothing store in the middle of the day was skirting those limits.

And she could not have cared any less.

How could she, really, when she had a woman like Faheema in her arms, sandwiched between and her wife, a carnal feast for them both to savor. It wasn’t new for them to do this sort of thing outside their marriage, but bringing a third party in was fresher territory, and she was glad that they got to explore it like this. Making Faheema explode like this was a treat, made even better for how she made them work for their prize. It took everything Bubbles had not to let out a triumphant laugh as the Nubian decorated the floor with her juices and filled the room with her scent, succumbing to their tandem lovemaking. It had all taken a toll, and the cumulative effect would’ve been more than a normal woman could bear…

...but she wasn’t normal. Many things, yes, but never normal. Mariah’s smile curved as she saw that insatiable glint in Faheema’s eye, and she knew the Nubian wasn’t making an idle threats. She kept it cool on the outside as she sauntered away from Faheema, but her insides were all aflutter, rife with anticipation.

”Okay, then.” Mariah sat on the bench opposite from Faheema and leaned back against the wall, opening her body wide for consumption. ”Do your best.”

It took Faheema more than a moment to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm that Bubbles and Mariah had given her. She was unresponsive for a half-minute at least, slouching back against Bubbles as if she'd fallen asleep there, unable to summon the resolve to move. Her head tilted back, resting atop Bubbles' bust, as she gave the giantess her look of exasperated satisfaction. Faheema could have stayed there all day, nestled against Bubbles with her strong arms wrapped around the Nubian like a warm blanket.

Alas, the moment had to come to an end. Mariah was waiting, and frankly, the Nubian was far past due for an opportunity to be in control of the smaller woman again. Rolling off of Bubbles' lap, Faheema stood tall once more, stretching before her prey and letting her muscles ripple.

“I'll do my worst,” Faheema corrected Mariah's choice of words, snarling in a baritone voice to set the mood. When Mariah sat down and stretched out, Faheema just grinned and shook her head. She had her own ideas for how best to position the woman.

Faheema shot Mariah a wink as she lumbered forward, the gesture meant to silently reassure her that everything to follow was just play. With that, Faheema reached down and seized Mariah by the wrists, hauling her up to her feet before turning her attention toward the small mound of clothes sitting nearby. Rifling through them, Faheema took out the black belt that Mariah had encouraged her to pick out, pulling it taut in her hands.

“Give me your wrists,” Faheema commanded, waiting expectantly. Wrapping the smooth leather twice around Mariah's wrists, she pulled both of Mariah's arms up and fastened the buckle around the white bar that ran from end to end of the dressing room. People were supposed to hang their clothes from it, but Faheema enjoyed this usage a lot more, keeping her victim upright with her arms raised.

“Stay quiet now, if you don't want to walk out of here with that collar around your neck,” Faheema whispered into Mariah's ear, reaching down and tickling her beneath the armpit for an added bit of fun as she strolled around to face Mariah's front, with her broad back to Bubbles, the horny spectator to this performance. She felt like she could get Mariah to cum in the next two minutes, but with her relative inexperience pleasuring other women, could she really make it good enough to force Mariah to cry out?

Guess it depends on how much self control she has. Faheema thought to herself as she started, taking a knee to put her face at chest level. Leaning in, Faheema wrapped her lips around one of Mariah's breasts and started suckling, using the tip of her tongue to tickle the nipple she had in her mouth. Her fingers came up to start pinching and tweaking the other nipple, with her free hand reaching around to knead Mariah's ass cheeks roughly.

Bubbles loved little moments like these, the calms that came after her storms of lovemaking. People often thought that she was fucking machine with no need for pillowtalk, that she was all about the action, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth - in her experience, coming down from the high was almost as fun as working her way up to it.

Breathing. Looking down at Faheema, with the blissful, contented look on her face. Feeling their sweaty skin and rippling muscles mold against each other.  It was the sweetest feeling, and she would’ve wished that they could stay like this much for much longer. That would’ve meant she wouldn’t get to watch her wife have a turn, though, and that was unacceptable.

So, as Faheema peeled herself off and moved forward, Bubbles merely sat back and crossed her legs, rest one hand on the bench while the other slid between her thighs. This was going to be interesting.

Mariah, on the other hand, was finding it hard to look at anything besides the moving mass of dark muscle heading her way. While Faheema had been submissive more than anything else in their time together, there was no denying a dominating edge to her, and it was a wonder to see that back again. She  hauled Mariah up and brooked no debate on the matter, tying her up, securing her, whispering with words that rose hairs on the skin and filled the spine with shivers. She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to. Not with those hands moving over her backside, digging deep into the flesh, gripping her cheeks like she owned them. Not with those lips on her breasts, breathing over them and tickling the tip with her tongue.

The rack that Mariah was hanging from began to creak, protesting the human being it was having to help support, but it couldn’t be helped - her legs were getting weaker by the second, succumbing to Faheema’s charms. Even so, she kept up, biting her lip to help keep quiet, her eyes shut tight and her breath growing ragged. ”Your worst?” She managed a weak, mewling laugh. ”I’m not-”

Faheema hit a particularly soft spot of Mariah’s nipple, forcing a heated gasp out of her.

”-not impressed yet.” Her back arched, thrusting against her tormentress, craving as much contact as possible. ”Oh, God….”

As soon as Mariah started talking, Faheema stopped pleasuring her chest and stood back up to her full height, looking Mariah in the eyes with a bit of a frown on her face. One of her hands slapped across Mariah's mouth, muffling any further noise, while Faheema brought her other hand up to her face, wagging a finger to chastise her before holding it in front of her lips in what she hoped was a universally recognizable silencing gesture.

“Shh...the game is to keep quiet,” Faheema emphasized with a hoarse whisper, bringing her head down to brush aside Mariah's with her lips up to the woman's ear. Her hands roamed across Mariah's body, with one going to support the back of her head while the other slid down her back to give her exposed butt a strong, possessive squeeze. “One more chance. Not a peep from you, or I won't let you cum, and you'll be leaving this changing room in a collar.”

With a malicious grin, the Nubian stood back and got down on her knees again. She wanted to seem harsh and unforgiving, but deep down, she knew she was pushing Mariah to stay quiet because she was excited by the thought of being collared again. That was the prize for Mariah if she won...but she had to prove she deserved it. Bubbles had been the one to win Faheema's submission last night, and now it was her wife's turn to see if she could keep the Nubian down.

Faheema went back to Mariah's chest, capturing a nipple between her lips and warming it up with puffs of moist, hot breath while her hand groped the other breast, kneading it gently and trying to keep it warm as best she could. She decided to experiment with her teeth, while she had a chance, nibbling Mariah's nipple very gently, grinding it slightly between her teeth to produce a shocking, but ultimately pleasant sensation, more like a massage than a bite.

All the while, her free hand went to inspect between Mariah's legs, stroking her labia with a finger to judge how aroused she was. As soon as her pussy felt ready, Faheema would sit down and scoot forward, maneuvering underneath Mariah. She could hear the overhead post creaking with Mariah's weight, and she didn't feel like risking damage to the store, so she grabbed one of Mariah's legs and draped it over her shoulder. She then repeated the process with the other leg, allowing Mariah to sit on her shoulders, her legs around the Nubian's head and her soaking sex pressed to the Nubian's mouth.

“Mmm,” Faheema cooed, brushing her lips against Mariah's pussy and inhaling through her nostrils to appreciate the scent, before she pressed her face a little further in and began a long, passionate kiss.

Tied to a clothing rack. Strung up. Naked. Vulnerable. Trapped, with a woman who was looking at her like she was starving and her body was an All-You-Can-Eat buffet...which, come to think of it, might’ve been a nice thing to take Faheema for lunch, just let her go wild and fill to her heart’s content.

But yeah. Oh, boy. Mariah was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

Granted, it was hard to convince her body of that. It was too busy shivering and shaking, taken aback by Faheema’s dominant streak. She moaned into the hand over her mouth, then moaned harder when the Nubian whispered those husky words into her ear, making her skull vibrate with that sultry accent, sending a chain reaction through her body that left her with weakened knees.

When Faheema went to the nipples, that was when the trouble really started. Mariah had to bite her lip to keep a squeal from escaping right then and there, and while she was more prepared for what came next, that didn’t mean it was any easier to endure. It was a small blessing that she moved on to lower targets - Faheema didn’t notice or didn’t care how close she’d come to victory.

Or maybe she’d just found a more interesting topic. Because now she was lifting Mariah’s legs up, hoisting her up, holding her thigh, pressing those lips against her pussy, and…

Mariah didn’t talk. Didn’t squeal. But she did hiss. A harsh, maddening sound, escaping clenched teeth. She gripped her hands tight, balled them into unyielding fists, as she close her eyes and involuntarily thrusted against Faheema’s face, craving every bit of contact she could get. It was a lewd, wild display, but Mariah had long since passed the point where she cared about dignity. Relief was the chief concern.

From the sidelines, Bubbles crossed her legs and leaned back, running a lazy finger over her crotch as she looked. ”Damn, Faheema. I do love watching you work.”