Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid

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Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid
Part Five: Shopping and Pairs

By Atlas

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“Huh? Whozzat?” Usagi asked groggily, sniffling and cuddling up further in her warm covers. Tenka grinned, taking her shoulder and rubbing it gently. Each time, it tugged on a little more material, exposing a bit more of her perky busom. He ran his other hand through her long, blonde locks. “My name’s Tenka,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m here to take care of you.”

That certainly woke the girl up from her slumber. Her eyes rocketed open and her entire body propelled itself away from the voice as if a sledgehammer had struck it. Usagi being even less well-coordinated than her usual self, tumbling off the bed in a particularly spectacular fashion, onto the hardwood floor. Tenka instantly rounded the bed and helped the prone girl back into bed. He did so in as gentlemanly a way as possible – he knew that he had to play nice if he was to get into her panties.

Usagi, for her part, wasn’t too happy about the situation. “So who’re you again?” she asked, sniffling between words. Tenka held a tissue to her nose while she sneezed into it.

“I guess you could say I’m your personal cook,” the boy said with a smile. “Your dad wanted to thank Ami for all she had been doing with Shingo, so he took her out and asked me to stay and look after you.”

“Cook? You can make food? Lots and lots of food?” Usagi’s stomach rumbled. Tenka laughed.

“Yes, but I’m here to take care of you too. My mom’s a masseuse, so I know all about the body and how to make people better. So I’ll take care of ya like Ami took care of Shingo.”

Usagi grumbled, snuggling back under the covers. “What’s the brat doing, anyway?”

“He’s resting. But let’s focus on you,” Tenka continued. “For example, I bet you’re feeling very cold right now.”

Usagi’s teeth were chattering. “No, ya think?”

The boy took her by the shoulders and began rubbing them for warmth. “Well, you shouldn’t really be wearing pajamas. Here, we’ll get them out of you and you’ll feel better.”

“What?!!!” Usagi shrieked. “I’m not taking off my clothes!”

Tenka kept rubbing the girl’s shoulders, leaning over her and smiling. Usagi suddenly felt very small. “Your pajamas are cotton,” he explained. “When you’re sick, you sweat a lot. The cotton absorbs the sweat and gets really cold. It’s like coming in from a rainstorm and still wearing the wet clothes. You’ll get even sicker.”

Weighing her options, Usagi found herself hard-pressed to deny Tenka’s logic. She didn’t know that much about human anatomy – she had fallen asleep during that class. Still though, the idea of taking off her clothes to anyone, much less an eleven-year-old boy she only vaguely knew – was more than enough to stop her. Noticing her reluctance, the boy produced a letter and handed it to the bedridden girl. She took it and opened it. Ami’s proper, precise kanji was unmistakable.

Usagi,

I’m heading out for a few hours with your father. Please accept Tenka’s hospitality. He’s mature, knowledgeable, and compassionate. I trust him. Please do whatever he asks – you’ll get better that much sooner. If he says you were cooperative, I’ll bake a great big cake just for you.

Ami

That was enough for Usagi. Ami’s word was without question. True, she was unaware that Ami had not only sucked Tenka’s cock, but was told to write the letter when she was giving Shingo a blowjob. Without that somewhat vital information, Usagi had no reason to distrust her friend. Nor did she have any reason to think she was being pushed into a trap that would eventually lead to her sexual submission to a boy four years her junior.

The prospect of tasting Ami’s wonderful cooking was too much to pass up.
Besides, she was too tired to fight anyone right now. “Fine…but don’t stare at me…this is only because Ami trusts you.”

Tenka grinned and leaned forward, taking the top button of Usagi’s pajama top and unbuttoned it. The blonde sighed and fell back onto the covers, unable to believe she was actually submitting to this. She sniffled. Tenka handed her a tissue before unbuttoning the rest of her pajama top. As he did, his eyes were locked on the pink bra that held the perky mammaries that he had lusted after for so long.

Lightly setting aside the top, he scooted down the bed and lightly tugged on the elastic waistband of Usagi’s pajama pants. She immediately bolted forward and grabbed them defensively before being paralyzed by a coughing fit that forced her to abandon her defenses and cover her mouth. Grinning, Tenka placed his hands on her shoulders and lightly pushed her onto her back before pulling the pajama pants down the remainder of her long, slim legs. He ran his fingers back up along them as he gazed down at the blonde beauty before him, cold sweat covering her body, her skin deliciously pale. His eyes danced as he saw the cute matching pink cotton panties she wore and wondered if he could get her to take those off for the same reason he got her to take her jammies off.

“Safe way’s the slow way,” he mumbled to himself and decided against anything too direct. He reluctantly tucked Usagi in, covering up the perfect view he had of her half-nude body and kissed her on the forehead.

“Why don’t you get some rest,” he told her. “I’ll go make you something yummy to eat.”

Usagi smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She sneezed and snuggled deeper into the covers as Tenka closed the door behind him, heading towards Shingo’s room to give his friend an update on his progress and to plan the next move as he furthered his plan to fuck Shingo’s blonde bombshell of a sister.

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Ami shuffled behind Kenji nervously in her new outfit. After dropping off her school uniform at the tailor’s, she had to change into some of the new clothes that Shingo’s father had picked out for her. The father of her new master insisted that she wear the first set of clothes he had bought her. That meant that she was strolling in the middle of a crowded mall wearing a tight black tee-shirt that exposed a bit of her flat tummy and belly-button; the pink inscription read “Jailbait.” The cutoff short-shorts hugged her body, her wonderfully curved ass perfectly filling the tight shorts. Her succulent thighs were in plain view to all the men gawking at her.

Kenji’s confidence was off the charts. Ami had agreed to everything he had asked her to do, buy every humiliating and tantalizing set of clothes he had picked out for her, and only heightened his attraction towards the shy schoolgirl. He was getting more assertive in his possession of her, too. Before today, he would have been deathly afraid to even place his hand anywhere near Ami. As they went towards the parking lot, bags in hand, his arm was firmly snaked around her waist, his hand on her hip. He insisted that Ami carry the bags, since it made it tougher for the poor girl to defend herself from Kenji’s curious hands. Not that Ami was in a position to argue, anyway. Shingo had told her that she was to let his father touch her in any way he wanted and that was final.

Looking at one of the clocks on the wall, Ami knew that she still had to give the boys more time. She hadn’t anticipated that Kenji would find so many clothes for her so quickly. After loading the car, she sat down next to him in the passenger seat. He reached over and grabbed her seat belt, pulling it down across her and brushing his hand against a breast as he did so. The belt lay in the cleft between her breasts, making them seem all the more prominent through the tight top. She looked over at him and couldn’t deny the lust in his eyes. As soon as they got moving, he settled his hand down on her thigh and rubbed it lightly.

Ami squirmed but didn’t make a move to take the hand away. “Mr…Mr. Tsukino?” she asked. “I’m…I’m not ready to head back…is there somewhere we can go…and talk?”

Kenji nearly drove off the road when he heard that. The chance to spend more time with Ami…at her insistence? His heart skipped a beat. The car drove across three lanes before heading in the complete opposite direction of the Tsukino household. Ami sighed in relief – Shingo’s plan wouldn’t be disturbed. That reprieve didn’t last long as she soon saw Kenji’s hand was now resting lightly on the crotch of her short-shorts.

The reality of the situation sank in. Shingo had actually been serious – his father had the hots for Ami! And she had put herself into a situation where he was going to act on that lust. Then her role in this plot became all the more damning. She was seducing Shingo’s father so that Shingo’s friend could seduce Usagi, who had trusted Ami when she had written that note! It all came crashing down upon her at that very instant.

Kenji pulled into a tall building. Ami read the sign and she realized that there was no going back. The sign advertised itself as a love hotel. There was no doubt about it now. In a span of 24 hours, she was going to fuck both a father and a son. Kenji, unaware of her private qualms and sporting a rather significant hardon, patted her cheek and told her to come in with him. He put his arm around her, rubbing the bare skin of her waist as he took full advantage of her complete compliance. She saw the wide grin of the desk clerk focus on her body as the two of them entered. He licked his lips and Ami felt even more degraded.

“Can I get a room for you happy couple?” he asked lecherously.

“Yes, definitely,” Kenji replied.

“Just for a few hours…or will you be staying the night?” the clerk queried.

“Better make it the night,” Kenji turned towards Ami. “I’ve been doing so much driving already…and it’s such a long drive back…”

The trapped girl gulped and shuffled her feet, nodding meekly. Things were going to get a whole lot stickier from here on in. Smiling brightly at Ami’s acquiescence, Kenji took the keys from the clerk and led Ami to their room, which was surprisingly well-lit and clean. The room also featured a small kitchenette, a television with directions about ordering movies (all adult, Kenji noted) and a series of lampshades of different colors. Mr. Tsukino certainly wasn’t scrimping; he brought Ami to one of the swankiest love hotels in town.

That only made Ami more nervous about what he’d expect from her. He laid back on the yellow sheets of the bed, sighing happily and patting the seat next to him. The shy girl crawled onto the bed and placed herself in the crook of his arm, lying next to him and placing a hand on his chest. He turned towards her and wrapped both arms around her in a firm embrace.

“I don’t know what happened to you, Ami, but I can’t resist you anymore,” he said, whispering. His hot breath washed over Ami’s face and his strong arms trapped her close to him. Running his hands down her back, he slid them underneath the tight black tee-shirt and began moving upwards as his lips met hers. It began as a slow kiss but increased in passion exponentially as the seconds ticked by that she didn’t show any resistance. The light makeout session continued and grew in intensity as Kenji unhooked Ami’s bra, an act that caused the girl to freeze up in surprise.

Kenji overflowed with sexual confidence. Ami hadn’t shown one wit of resistance as he increasingly pushed her further and further into his web. He withdrew his hands from her shirt and pulled out of the kiss just for a moment, looking at her ample breasts and tracing a finger over the inscription. “Mmm…my own precious jailbait,” he cooed into her ear. Ami gulped as his hands slid back around her to cup her delectable ass in the tight cutoffs. She placed her hands on his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt, unable to meet his gaze.

“Ami,” he said sternly. “If you’re going to take off my clothes, you have to earn it.”

“What…what do you mean, Mr. Tsukino?” she asked.

He grinned, placing both hands on her ears and gently pulling her head towards her crotch. “You can unzip my fly, but you have to earn the rest.”

Once again, Ami felt herself being pulled towards Kenji’s crotch. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes. “Mr. Tsukino?”

His impatience was at the breaking point. “Ami, I bought you all those nice clothes. The least you could do is help relieve the pressure I’m feeling because of how you look in them.”

Ami nearly broke out in tears at that remark. A few days ago, she was a respectable and intelligent girl that people looked up to. Now, she was firmly established as a cocktease that had to put out because of how she looked. Seeing the effect of his words on her, Kenji realized it was time to choose another tactic. “Ami…we’re more than friends. We do things together that no normal friends would do, right?”

Sniffling a bit, the naïve girl nodded. Kenji continued. “Well, it’s your turn to do something more than what friends do. And since I’m the one getting the gift, I get to choose. Doesn’t that seem fair?”

Ami nodded again. Kenji pressed further. “Now then, why don’t you be a good girl and do what you were about to do…then we’ll curl up in bed and watch a movie together, okay?”

The only response Kenji got was the sound of his fly being unzipped. Ami obediently unbuttoned his pants and slid them down until they were around his ankles. Out in front of her, barely restrained by his briefs, was his throbbing cock. It was aching for Ami so much that it nearly pushed the waistband off his body. Ami’s breathing picked up as she slid one hand down her body to unbutton the tight, confining short-shorts.

Ami wasn’t the only one getting aroused. The small, docile hands slipped into two different pairs of underwear at the same time as Kenji caught his first glance at Ami’s leopard-skin panties. Oh, how he ached for her as she pulled his briefs down to meet his pants. It took all the restraint he could muster not to shove himself into Ami’s warm, inviting mouth right then and there.

He didn’t have long to wait. Ami’s lips parted and she wrapped her young, moist mouth along the tip of his cock. The moment that her lips and tongue made contact, Kenji felt like he could orgasm. His dream of finally getting his hands on his daughter’s pretty friend was actually coming to fruition. Ami sucked on his shaft slow and long, feeling out the difference between the organs of father and son. She felt a hand run through her hair and begin applying pressure on the back of her head. Kenji was slowly and deliberately forcing his cock down the 15-year-old’s throat. Any other girl of that age would have quickly gagged as his thick organ wormed its way towards the depths of her throat. Ami knew this and took a certain amount of pride in the fact that she didn’t. The thought of being an expert cocksucker wasn’t something that brought tears to her eyes anymore; it was a pleasant title.

Kenji’s voice brought her back to reality. “Ooh…Ami…keep going…that’s a good girl…”

The last words he said gave her an extra jerk of pleasure and she redoubled her efforts. Between Kenji’s grinding his hips into her face and her potent cocksucking skills, he was almost ready to release a day’s buildup down her throat. He had other ideas, however, and pulled out of her warm, inviting mouth only seconds before his cock erupted onto her face and into her hair.

All of Ami’s self-confidence that she had built up from his words instantly crumbled as the sperm splattered onto her face. The experience of getting a facial was an unbelievably humiliating experience for the young girl and she nearly erupted in tears when Kenji took her by the shoulders and sat her back up.

“Thank you, Ami. That was perfect,” he told her, savoring the sight of the teenage girl with his semen caked all over her face, causing her bangs to stick together and turn slick. He could see the broken self-image in the girls big blue eyes and it filled him with confidence.

“Take off your shirt, Ami,” he ordered. “But don’t spill any of it. I want your face just like that.”

Doffing her tight shirt without upsetting the sticky cake of cum covering her face was difficult, but Ami managed to do it quite well. She was now in front of her best friend’s father wearing nothing but her leopard skin lingerie, letting him ogle her like she was a stripper and he an energetic patron that wanted a VIP session. He wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her down until she was on her back. Kenji began by kissing Ami’s slim tummy and rubbing her inner thighs with his hands, spreading them further apart until he could fit in between them and make it impossible for the docile girl to close them.

“Ami,” he said between kisses, “you’re doing great. We’re way better than any two friends, aren’t we?”

“Y…yes, Mr. Tsukino,” she replied hesitatingly.

“And real good friends like us don’t keep secrets from each other, do we?”

Ami wasn’t sure where this was leading, but she obediently played along. “No, Mr. Tsukino…”

Kenji was taking full advantage of Ami’s acquiescence to push even further. “Then why are you still hiding yourself from me with those panties and bra?”

Sniffling, Ami arched her back and reached behind so she could unclasp her bra and pull it off her, revealing her ample bosom to Kenji, her aching pink nipples stretching up towards him. He took the skimpy top and tossed it aside, smiling as he lightly took Ami’s hands away from her chest. He now towered over her, his cock positioned right near the crotch of her panties, completely stiff.

“Ami, there’s something else I want from you. And since we’re so much better than friends, I think you’d be willing to give it to me.”

The girl gulped but said nothing as he picked her up and turned her over. She found herself on all fours facing away from him, using every sense of restraint she had to remain still as she felt her panties being slowly peeled down her legs, leaving her completely nude and exposed to Kenji. He left them down around her knees and focused on the precious little hole that was fully exposed to him. Ami was deathly afraid. She had heard horror stories about girls that let men fuck them in the ass, particularly without any lubrication. But she had told Shingo that she would obey his father to the letter. He probably didn’t think that Kenji would assfuck Ami…but if she were to deny him now, Shingo’s entire plan would fall apart. Ami was too devoted to Shingo to allow anything like that to happen. With that in mind, she gripped the bed covers tightly and shut her eyes.

Without warning the nude girl, Kenji wasted no time in slamming his mature, hardened cock deep into Ami’s sweet little pucker. She arched her back as the intense pressure built up in the base of her spine, letting out a silent scream of agony. Tears immediately formed in her eyes as Kenji pulled back a bit before shoving himself in even deeper than before. She already felt a dull ache growing in her bowels.

Yet at the same time…Ami felt hot. Everything Kenji had done to her, from dressing her up in slutty outfits and taking her to a love hotel, had made her so horny that she was completely beside herself. Something about Tsukino men seemed to turn her from a shy, reserved schoolgirl into a hot, randy, submissive whore. And what was more, Ami was beginning to love every minute of it. She realized that Shingo wasn’t just using her as bait to lure his father away so his friend could focus on seducing Usagi; no, he was rewarding Ami for her service to him by giving her such a wonderful assignment. By sharing her with his father, Shingo was using Ami to build a bond of trust between the three of them that would never be broken.

“Ohh…Mr. Tsukino…please do your best friend…do me right in the butt…” Ami moaned, softly.

Kenji thrust forward and bent over, reaching his hands down to fondle both of Ami’s luscious teats. “What was that, my pretty little girl?”

Ami’s last defenses came crashing down and she shouted, “Please, fuck your little schoolgirl in the ass!”

Kenji obliged. For half an hour straight. Every time he was on the urge of blowing his hot load into Ami’s tender little butt, Kenji would slow down and keep himself from going over the edge. By the time Shingo’s father finally shot his thick splotches of virile sperm into the schoolgirl’s ass, Ami’s eyes had rolled back and her entire body was numb and jittery from orgasming three times. Kenji grinned as he pulled his member out of the exhausted teen’s rear end, a thin stream of his semen stretching as a link between them before finally releasing its bond with Kenji and dripping onto Ami’s thigh. Reaching around the tired girl, Kenji pulled her into his embrace and gazed at her lovely body with contentment in his eyes. Ami, extremely happy about the epiphany she had at her place within the Tsukino clan, snuggled up against the married man.

One arm still wrapped around the sexy teen’s body, Kenji reached over and found the remote.

“Now, let’s see what this hotel has to offer for movies, shall we? I think I saw a title of a nice softcore that would fit wonderfully with the mood…”