Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid

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Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid
Part Four: Entrances and Exits

By Atlas

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“Just a second, honey – I’ll be right in. Don’t you worry – we’ll be home in no time.” Kenji Tsukino sympathized with his poor daughter. She had been looking forward to this trip, too – doubly more when her brother had become sick and couldn’t come himself. Now Usagi had come down with the flu and would be stuck with her brother for the next week and a half. Sick irony that was. No pun intended, Kenji thought as he parked the car and grabbed a few yen pieces for some spare change. He looked down at his daughter in the passenger seat and couldn’t help but notice how the seat belt perfectly came down between her budding chest to emphasize her growing breasts through the thick wool sweater she wore. For a moment, Kenji swore he saw Ami’s face in place of his daughter’s and thoughts of lust popped into his head. He shook it and tried to focus on the task at hand and slid the coins into the payphone, dialing his home number, running the plans through his head about how he intended on seducing the meek Mizuno girl.

Usagi groaned. “Shingo,” she whispered to herself. “If you got me sick, I’m going to be pissed.” A few weak coughs took the barb out of her threat.

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Ami jolted awake as soon as the phone rang. Her first thought was to prevent Shingo from being disturbed, so she immediately dashed to the phone on the far side of the room. Her nakedness was secondary to keeping Shingo asleep. She quickly picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello Ami. This is Kenji. How’s my favorite babysitter coming along?”

The embarrassed girl blushed at the comment. “Quite well, Mr. Tsukino. How are you?”

“Wish I could say the same. Usagi came down with a fever almost as soon as we got there and I wanted to tell you that we’re coming back immediately so she can rest up. I’ve been driving nearly all night.” He said the last part with a bit of pride.

Ami caught the note in his voice. Her response was what Shingo had taught her: always flatter those whom she’d be entertaining. “That’s quite a tough job, Mr. Tsukino. When will you be back?”

“About an hour or so,” he replied. “Though if you just woke up, feel free to get back to sleep. No need to get dressed on my account.” The thought of seeing Ami in just her birthday suit was more than enough to excite him. “Ikuko’s still in the mountains. So it’ll just be you and me that aren’t sick, my dear Ami.”

She blushed again, thanked him and said how much she’d enjoy spending time with him. Hanging up the phone, she walked over to the bed. She shook Shingo lightly by the shoulder. “Shingo, you must wake up.”

Frowning, Shingo came out of his dream state. He grinned a bit at seeing the nude vision of loveliness in front of him, her ample breasts swaying from side to side as she shook him, half-bent over as she was. Then he frowned again and propped himself up on the pillow. “Ami…I’ll forgive you once, since you didn’t know. But that’s not the right way to wake me up.”

Ami blinked, confused. “What…what do you mean, Shingo?”

The boy smiled and took her hand in his. “Come back into bed and I’ll show you.”

Using one foot, he tossed the covers aside, revealing his raging hardon to Ami, who dazedly let him sit her between his legs. “But Shingo, I have to tell you that-”

“No buts, Ami,” he snapped back and put both his hands on her cheeks, stroking them before wrapping his hands around her ears and pulling her more closely to his throbbing cock. Once more, Ami felt herself drawn towards the powerful organ and just as quickly wrapped her lips around the tip, taking in the wonderful flavor that she found more and more enticing each time.

Shingo grinned, amazed at how easy it was to get Ami under his thumb like this and loving every minute of her continued ‘training’. Each time he convinced her into sucking him off she became more proficient a cocksucker. The fact that it took even less effort to get her to wrap her perfect lips around his peashooter certainly didn’t hurt either. Laying back on the covers, the young seducer ran his hands through the girl’s short blue hair, moaning loudly as Ami created a small vacuum with her throat, taking the entire length of his dick into her warm, inviting mouth.

Unfortunately, laying next to Ami all night had brought Shingo to the brink of orgasm for nearly the entire night and the Sailor Scout’s ministrations had the effect of toppling him off the edge quickly; without any prior warning, Shingo exploded into Ami’s unprepared mouth, shooting off gobs of his sperm into the surprised teenager. With both his hands, he held her there until he was certain that he had finished with his load, then let her sit back on the bed while the blue-haired scout coughed deeply, her gag reflex having taken her by surprise.

Pulling Ami back towards him, Shingo gave her a light kiss on the cheek. “That is the way to wake me up. Do it from now on. Got it, Ami?”

With a last cough and swallow, Ami nodded.

“That’s a good girl. Now what did you want to tell me?”

“Your father called. He’s coming back here with Usagi, who came down with a cold, and they’ll be here in an hour…”

Shingo frowned. This was most unwelcome. Then something struck him. “Wait – you said he’s coming here with Usagi? What about Mom?”

“She’s still up at the mountain cabin, and-”

“Ami, shh! I’m trying to think,” Shingo snapped at her. Ami shrank back in embarrassment. Seeing his effect on his little sex puppet, Shingo reached out and patted her cheek. “Now now, Ami, don’t worry. You just be a good girl and shower. I’ll lay out your clothes for you today, so don’t you fret about a thing. That’s a good maid.”

Smiling at the praise, Ami stood and headed to the bathroom, confident that Shingo would sort everything out. Ever since last night when he had taken her virginity, Ami had felt much more indebted and loyal to the young man than perhaps he deserved. She wasn’t sure if it was love, devotion, or both, but Ami felt against her better judgment than Shingo could do little wrong.

Meanwhile, Shingo sat in bed at worked his mind to try and think up a new plan. Sure, he was advancing with Ami much more quickly than he had ever thought possible. She had even slept with him! Yet, Shingo didn’t like the thought of his father and his loudmouth sister spoiling all of his hard work. He needed some way to neutralize Usagi; even in her sickened state, she could doubtless cause too much damage to be overlooked.

Usagi…Usagi…he needed someone to distract her away from Ami. Who could…Tenka, of course! He had told Shingo that he wanted a crack at Usagi, and this was the perfect opportunity. A plan began to form in Shingo’s mind as he slid out of bed and headed for the phone.

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Ami felt a little uncomfortable about the position that Shingo had put her in, but she resolved to do the best she could. She was wearing her school uniform, but the skirt was held up much higher by the bobby pins that Shingo told her to use to shorten the skirt to nearly half its length. The fact that her white fuku top was damp – also on Shingo’s instructions - didn’t help her disposition either. She opened the front door with a combination of fear and humiliated anticipation.

What Kenji saw was absolutely divine: a beautiful teenage schoolgirl wearing a saturated school uniform top, the thin material clinging to her body. The white of her top outlined the leopard-skin bra Shingo had her wear, and the intentionally shortened skirt showed off a lot of leg, exposing up to her mid-thigh. “Ami?” he asked slowly, nearly forgetting that he held the sleeping Usagi in his arms.

“Hello…Mr. Tsukino…” Ami said weakly, opening the door further. “How’s Usagi?”

Trying to pry his eyes off of her, Kenji turned to one side to allow Usagi’s lean form to fit through the doorway. “Fine,” he said distractedly. “Why is your top so wet?”

Blushing, the schoolgirl looked down. He was obviously looking at the outline of her bra. “I was taking some water up to Shingo and spilled it on myself…I haven’t had a chance to change yet.”

Ami closed the door behind her and walked up the stairway, remembering to sway her hips as Kenji followed up behind her, grinning from ear to ear at the sight. The schoolgirl could feel his eyes on her, almost daring her skirt to fly up just high enough to expose the matching lingerie bottoms that she wore. She opened the door to Usagi’s room and allowed him to enter, then closed it as Kenji exited. Stepping up to him, she put her hand on his shoulder. “How hard it must have been to drive all the way back here by yourself…please, I want you to tell me if you need anything at all.”

Wrapping her hands around his arm, Ami walked down the short hallway with him to the master bedroom. Standing up on her tiptoes, she whispered into his ear, “Can I please talk to you about something I need?”

Kenji’s heartbeat doubled at those words. He nodded fervently and a split second later Ami found herself in his bedroom. Psyching herself to follow Shingo’s orders, she guided him over to the bed. “Please, Mr. Tsukino…you’ve had such a hard drive…why don’t you lie down. Is there anything I can get you?” She knelt down next to the bed.

In order to cover his growing erection, Kenji crossed his legs. “I’m sure I’ll think of a few things…” He coughed, stuttering for time. After all, dear, sweet Ami would never think things like what he had in mind. “What was it you wanted to ask me?”

Ami bit her lip, remembering the script that Shingo had given to her. “Well…I’ve been fiddling a bit with my skirt, trying to turn it into something more casual. You know, for going out with friends. Do…do you like it?” She stood and twirled around once, the flippy skirt rising slightly as she did so.

Usagi’s father nearly lost his jaw to gravity. Shy, reserved Ami was asking him if he liked her shortening his skirt? This had to be some sort of dream. “Why…why are you asking me?” he asked, nervously. A conversation like this could land him in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. He had wild fantasies about seducing Ami but he found himself consumed by second thoughts and constant doubts.

Ami fidgeted a bit, sitting on the bed facing him. “I…I really value your opinion,” she told him. “You always are so nice to me and call me such wonderful things… I really want you to help me decide what I wear…since I need to change and everything…”

Truth be told, Ami’s crimson cheeks didn’t even come close to how self-conscious she felt at saying those words. She knew directly where this was leading; Shingo had filled her in on his entire scheme. Having a few reservations was a vast understatement, but she had promised to obey Shingo. Looking down at her lap, she fumbled with her hands. Ami knew that Shingo reserved the right to decide what clothes she wore, but he had told her that giving his father that right would help his plan progress.

Kenji froze. This was a defining moment. Ami was giving herself up to him on a silver platter. His libido and mind dueled; it was mere moments before the former won a decisive victory. He raised his finger and beckoned her closer. Ami scooched forward, gasping a bit as he placed both his hands on the hem of her skirt. Gripping it lightly, he slid it up her thighs until the hem was just below where her underwear would be exposed. He didn’t want to seem too lecherous, so Kenji did his best to assume a friendly, light-hearted tone. “Now, I think you’re being a little too conservative…for kids your age, less is more. While you’re at it, you might want to raise the hem of your top a little too.”

As he talked to her, he moved his hands up to her hips and raised the bottom of her uniform top to expose her slim tummy and belly button. “It’s the in thing to do nowadays,” Kenji explained calmly, trying to keep from giving away his increasingly obvious hard on. Standing up quickly, he grabbed her by the hands and spun her around so that they both faced a nearby wall mirror. Positioned behind her, he moved just far enough away so that she wouldn’t feel the throb of his member aching to burst through his pants and get at the nubile girl. Gripping the hem of her skirt once more, he raised it back to where he had it positioned on the bed. Ami, guessing about what he wanted, raised her own uniform top up until it exposed her belly button. With the clingy, wet top, it made her look like a stripper more than a schoolgirl.

“You…you sure this is better?” Ami asked pensively.

“Oh, without a doubt. You look stunning, my pretty little Ami,” Kenji said, remembering what she had told him about saying nice things about her. He was rewarded with a renewed blush from Ami, even as the ends of his fingers danced along her legs even so lightly. The temptation was too great to engage in self-restraint. Kenji breathed a silent sigh of relief when Ami didn’t make mention of the fact that she did notice but was on strict orders not to complain about anything he did to her.

“Do you have many outfits like this, Ami?” Kenji asked softly. She could feel his hot breath on her neck.

“No…” she said. This wasn’t in the script Shingo had given her and she was beginning to get nervous about saying things on her own while still playing the part. “I don’t go shopping much for clothes…that’s why I’m trying to change my uniform a bit…”

Kenji frowned a bit. He wanted his own private little fashion show. “Well, why don’t I take you out shopping, then? I’ll help you find a nice outfit or two.” Then he remembered why they couldn’t leave and the fatherly part of him took charge. “Oh…right, of course. Shingo and Usagi are both sick and there’d be no one to take care of them…sorry, Ami. We’ll have to take a rain check-”

Ami gasped; this was the moment Shingo said to watch for! “I have an idea,” she cut in. “One of Shingo’s friends, Tenka, stopped by yesterday. He wanted to see how Shingo was doing. Very responsible boy. He…I’m sure he’d be fine to watch Shingo and Usagi.”

Kenji’s heart leapt at the news. A small, responsible part of him still nagged, however. “I don’t know…asking a friend of Shingo’s to look after my daughter?”

It didn’t take much convincing. She just looked up at him with big, wanting eyes. “Could you take me shopping, Mr. Tsukino…pretty please?”

That minor push was all Kenji needed. Tenka arrived within minutes. Ami opened the door for him while Shingo’s father changed. The young man grinned at the girl he had thoroughly evaluated only yesterday.

“How’s my little maid doing?” he asked, sliding his hand up her short skirt and patting her on the rump.

“V-very good,” Ami replied nervously. “You’ll have no trouble looking after Usagi? She’s very ill.”

Tenka waved off the girl’s worries. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her. You just have a fun time, okay?”

Ami nodded and smiled as Tenka walked down and took the girl by the hand. “You’re Tenka? You sure that you’re okay looking after my children?”

Turning, Tenka took his backpack off. “I made sure to talk to my mother. She gave me lots of herbal supplements and things to help Usagi get as comfortable as possible. Now you two have a fun time at the mall.”

By now, Ami’s uniform had dried, and the two of them began their drive to the mall. Turning towards him, Ami placed her hand on Kenji’s leg, making sure to hike up her skirt so that it just barely covered her panties. “Mr. Tsukino? I really, really appreciate this…you’re so kind to me…”

Kenji had to exercise every fiber of his being not to keep driving and take Ami to some love hotel, throw her on the bed, and ravage her right then and there. He could feel Ami’s slender hand mere inches from his hardon. Unfortunately, his focus was distracted from the road and he nearly missed the left turn for the mall. Slamming the wheel to the left, he veered the car sharply. The sudden movement caused Ami, who was already leaning towards him, to fall over. She found herself in an increasingly familiar position – between a man’s legs. The heat from Kenji’s raging erection was something impossible to miss for that proximity.

It was also at that moment that Kenji pulled up to the parking lot. Stepping out of the toll booth, the attendant saw what looked like a junior high schoolgirl giving head to a man twenty years her senior. Giving Kenji a wink, he handed the embarrassed pair a ticket.

“Just park it wherever,” he said. “Validation’s good for three hours.”

The two of them shared an awkward moment. Then Kenji laughed as he drove away and started looking for a parking spot. As Ami began to right herself, he patted her on the back just forceful enough to keep her in her current position. “No need to get up, Ami. We’re almost there.”

Always mindful of obeying, Ami sat in her awkward, bent over position, her mouth just inches from Kenji’s crotch, her hot breath making it all the more responsive. Kenji, for his part, couldn’t believe she was actually still sitting like that! Without her looking at him, it was a simple task to leer at her exposed legs while looking for a spot. The fact that her head was in his lap didn’t hurt either.

Finally, Kenji found a parking spot and in they went. The pair went first to a trendy teen store. Ami was reluctant, but Kenji’s confidence grew each time Ami obeyed him. Taking a black tee-shirt from the rack, he held it up in front of Ami. “What do you think of this?”

The girl was surprised as she read the large pink inscription. “Jailbait?” she asked him weakly.

“Yeah, it’s all the style nowadays,” Kenji said distractedly. Thrusting the shirt into Ami’s hands, he went off in search of other items he could use to dress up his docile damsel. The girl wondered just how she had gotten herself into such a situation. She was smart enough to know he was getting her outfits that would show off her body, but she rationalized it by thinking that it would please Shingo.

Kenji returned with a pair of denim short-shorts for the jailbait top and two other outfits. Ami was about to give him a look that described her amazement at what he was choosing for her, but remembered her orders. As Kenji hurried her to the dressing room, she wondered what Shingo and Tenka were doing.

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Tenka entered Usagi’s room quietly, placing his backpack on the floor. Looking around the room with a smirk, he found himself drawn to the blonde girl sleeping in her bed. She was dressed in her usual pink bunny pajamas, her golden hair out of its odongo curls, loose and flowing. With one mighty thrust, Tenka yanked the covers off and saw the sleeping girl before him. Nodding in satisfaction, he lightly stroked her cheek.

“You and I are going to have lots of fun together, my little sex toy,” Tenka whispered.

Usagi woke up.