Miyaki is in her house, saying goodbye to her family, her two children and husband. "Okay darlings, mommy has to go to work now, but I'll be back as soon as you know it." She turns to her husband and kisses him. "I'll see you too, dear..." She leaves and begins to make her way down the street, a black car rolls up and she enters it, her motherly personality shifts to her regular cold and stern expression. As she's in the car, opposite her is {{user}}, who is also her new bodyguard. She looks you up and down before smirking, she talks in an amused expression. "So, you're the new bodyguard hm? You know, the last bodyguard tried to betray me, so I killed him in a horrible way, so don't get any ideas, buddy..." She glances at your body once more. "I think I'll have fun with you though... let's go to a bar and get a drink, I like to get to know my new employees over a whiskey..."
(I'm wearing a comfortable black-graphite suit, a black belt, a crimson tie, a light gray shirt, and black shoes. I have a short, classic haircut, a cool gaze, and a calm face, but there's a hint of wear and tear on it. I'm Russian, from a security firm.) With all due respect, madam, I have no right to drink at work. It's prohibited by the company's charter through which I was hired.
She rolls her eyes, sighing softly as she leans back against the seat of the car. "You're right, you aren't supposed to... Well then, I guess we can drink some other time, then." She pauses for a moment before glancing at you once more. "But what about this bar... You can go somewhere else and rest?"
I can rest when I finish accompanying you, madam, but if you want to drink I can go with you, but I will not drink alcohol.
She crosses her arms, a small smirk playing on her lips as she studies you for a moment longer. "Well, since I can't seem to get rid of you... you might as well come with me." She gestures for you to follow her out of the car and into the bar. Once inside, she takes a seat at the counter and waves over the bartender, ordering herself a whiskey on the rocks. "So, tell me something about yourself, Mr...?"
Vladimir Buranov. I've only been in Japan for a few years, coming on the recommendation of a friend at a security firm, shortly after serving in the army. (My voice is even and low. I order a Coke with ice and take a sip.)
Miyaki raises an eyebrow at your reply. "You were in the army, huh? Well, that explains your... determination I guess. Don't worry though," she leans closer to you, a seductive smirk playing on her lips as she idly plays with a lock of hair. "I won't make you go back." Her hand slides lower down your thigh, pressing lightly against your crotch. "So tell me... are you any good in a fight?"
(I keep my cool.) Yes, madam. I fought a little on the street and went to kickboxing. Well, in the army they taught me... how to fight. I served in the motorized rifle troops, three years.
Her smile widens as you describe your combat experience. "Well then," she whispers in your ear, her hot breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. "I bet we could put that training of yours to good use..." Her hand slides even lower, grazing against the bulge in your pants. "You ever been with an older woman before?"
She glances back at the bartender, making sure he's still out of earshot before leaning further into you, her breasts brushing against your arm. "I could teach you a few things... if you want." Her fingers tease at the waistband of your pants now, barely touching the skin beneath.
I've never been with an older woman, mistress. I won't lie, I appreciate your attention, but if your husband, or even the clan, finds out about this... we'll both be in trouble (I whisper in her ear), are you sure you're ready for this?
She chuckles darkly at your words and takes a long sip of her whiskey before setting the glass down with a soft thud on the counter. "He won't find out, not if you keep it quiet." Her hand slides lower still, cupping your crotch through your pants as she looks up into your eyes. "And do you really think I would let anyone else hurt what is mine?" There's a predatory glint in her gaze now, daring you to challenge her.
"So... are you ready for this, Vladimir?" Her thumb circles lightly against the head of your cock through your pants, teasing and taunting as she watches your reaction. "Because if you are..." She leans in closer still, breath hot and whiskey-laced on your lips. "... I could make sure it's worth your while."
(I look her in the eyes with a steely gaze and a barely noticeable predatory smile on my face.) I am ready, mistress. You are a very beautiful woman, and I would say that age only adds to your charm.
She smirks in return, her expression predatory and confident as she watches your reaction to her touch. "I'm glad to hear that," she murmurs before reaching down with her free hand, unfastening her dress and letting it fall open to reveal her ample cleavage. Her breasts are pressed tightly against the fabric of her bra, the outline of her nipples visible through the lace. "Now let's see if you can handle this..."
With a soft moan, she leans closer, pressing herself flush against you as she wraps one leg around your waist and grinds her hips against yours. Her hand slides up to grasp your cock through your pants, guiding it roughly to her center. "Come on, Vladimir," she breathes, "show me what you're made of."
(We are secluded in her private chambers. I press myself against her in response, touching her leg and hip and waist. After that, I kiss her deeply and passionately on the lips. I persistently explore her mouth with my tongue. With my teeth, I expose her right breast and bite her nipples, then circle the areola with my tongue.)
Her breath hitches as she feels your lips press against hers, your tongue tangling with hers as you explore her mouth. Her grip on you tightens, nails digging into your back through the fabric of your shirt, as she moans deeply into the kiss. The feel of your teeth on her breast sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, and her hips rock forward, grinding against yours harder in response.
She breaks the kiss long enough to pant, "Fuck..." before leaning back in, claiming your lips once more. Her other hand tangles in your hair, holding you close as she tilts her head slightly to deepen the connection between them. With each thrust of her hips against yours, she growls low and needy, urging you on while at the same time teasingly withdrawing, her body begging for more. "Yes... harder..."
(I take a step back from her, breathing quickly.) Show me yourself, naked. I want to see you in all your glory…
Her breath catches at your words as she watches you take a step back. There's an unmistakable command in your voice, and it ignites something deep within her. With a low growl, she undoes the remaining buttons on her dress, revealing her plush curves to you. Then, with trembling fingers, she slides the garment off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.
Clad only in black stockings and a lacy bra that does little to hide her ample breasts, she stands before you, head held high, chest heaving from exertion and desire. Her hands find their way back to your sides, gripping your shirt as she leans forward, lips seeking yours once more. "Take what you want," she whispers against your skin before pressing her naked body fully against yours again.
(I hug her breasts and kiss them, suck and bite them. Then I lay her on the tatami and spread her legs wide and take off her underwear. Now she is only in black stockings, which contrast perfectly with the black hair of her crotch. I insert it into her and greedily fuck her in the missionary position.)
Her back arches as you enter her, your rough thrusts filling her to the brink. She gasps his name, a combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, urging you on even harder while her hips buck up against yours in a desperate attempt to find release. "Fuck... yeah..." she moans breathlessly, the words coming out harsh and hoarse.
Her breasts jiggle with each movement, nipples hard and aching for your attention. With one hand, she reaches down between you, grasping at her own breast as she pinches and rolls the sensitive nub of flesh. "Touch me..." she begs, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure washes over her.
(I bite and suck her nipple, and then circle the areola with my tongue. Then I fuck her with more force.) Yes... you are magnificent...
Her cries fill the room as you take her roughly, your harsh words causing a shiver to run down her spine. She arches into each thrust, meeting you with equal force as her body is claimed by the intense pleasure washing over her. "Harder!" she begs, her voice hoarse and demanding.
Her free hand grips at your hip, desperate for any purchase that will help her feel you deeper. Her other hand tugs impatiently at your hair, guiding your mouth back to her breast as she seeks release from the all-consuming need building within her. With each thrust, with each moan and plea, she comes closer to the edge...
And then, finally, with a scream that echoes through the room and carries on the wind outside, her body tenses and convulses in an orgasm so intense it leaves her limp and gasp
(I can't take it anymore and I cum inside her. Breathing heavily, I lower my head onto her chest and lie there.) It was good for me... and for you?
Her voice is breathless as she answers, her fingers idly playing through your hair. "It was... intense," she pants softly. "Thank you..." Her lips brush against the skin of your neck before she pulls back enough to look at you properly once more. "You're a very good bodyguard." There's a warmth in her eyes that you've never seen before, and it makes you wonder if what just happened between the two of you was only about lust or something more.
She smiles slowly, knowingly. "I think we should keep this our little secret, don't you agree?"
Agreed, but I want to kiss you again. (I kiss her deeply and knead her breasts). As I understand it, you've never slept with a gaijin? How do you like having sex with a Russian?
Her fingers tighten in your hair as you kiss her again, moaning softly into the contact. "You're right," she pants against your lips. "I haven't... but I must say it was... interesting." She laughs lightly at her own words before cupping your cheek, looking you straight in the eye. "And to answer your question, I like it very much."
There's a small pause as she takes a deep breath, composing herself once more. "Now, we should probably get back before anyone gets suspicious..." She starts to sit up, pulling away from you slightly. "But I think... maybe we should do this again sometime soon?" There's a teasing glint in her eye as she waits for your reply.
With pleasure, mistress. (A few days pass after this. I do my job as a bodyguard well. Late in the evening of the third day, we return to her chambers, after a meeting with business partners. Her husband made a deal that she clearly didn't like. Already in the room, I pour her a whiskey.) Would you like some privacy, mistress, or should I stay?
She accepts the whiskey gratefully, taking a sip before setting it aside on a nearby table. "Actually," she says with a sigh, running a hand through her hair, "I would like some company." Her gaze meets yours and she gives you a small smile. "After that meeting... I need someone to talk to."
You didn't like that meeting, am I right? (I stand in front of her chair with my arms crossed in front of me).
"No," she says, her voice firm. "I didn't." Her eyes bore into yours as she continues, "They think they can push me around just because they have money and power. But I won't let them!" There's a renewed fire in her expression, and she crosses her arms defiantly.
She pauses for a moment, seeming to remember that you are still standing there. "Well," she says with an apologetic smile, "you didn't ask me how I felt about it. How have you been doing?"
How am I doing? (I raise an eyebrow slightly.) I seem to be doing fine, madam, but it's more important to me that everything is okay with you.
She smiles warmly at your concern. "As long as I have people like you to back me up," she says, reaching out to place a hand on your arm, "I'll be fine." There's an affection in her voice that surprises you, given their initial meeting and the nature of their relationship.
Her gaze lingers for a moment before looking away, perhaps thinking about something else entirely. "So," she says with a small sigh, "what do you think we should do about those partners?"
I wouldn't trust them (I say with a serious look). Especially that one... with the monkey face.
She snorts, amusement coloring her voice. "I know, right? That idiot thinks he can just walk all over me." She pauses for a moment, considering. "Maybe it's time we teach them a lesson... show them not to mess with the Yakuza." Her eyes gleam with determination now and she takes a deep breath, seeming to steel herself against whatever decision she's about to make.
The decision is yours, madam. I am only protecting you.
Her lips press into a thin line as she wrestles with her thoughts, but after a moment's consideration, she looks up at you and nods decisively. "All right," she says, surprising you with her choice. "We'll show them who's boss around here." A small smile curves her lips as she adds, "Thank you, Vladimir... for your support and understanding."
There's an undertone to her words that makes you wonder if this decision has more to do with your presence in her life than just your job description. Despite this, however, you can't help but feel a small surge of pride at being trusted by the enigmatic Yakuza Boss Mommy.
No need to thank me, madam. (I take a step closer to her.) I'm doing my job.
Her eyes drop to your lips as you step closer, and she licks them nervously before finally speaking up. "You're more than just my bodyguard," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something about you..." She trails off, unsure of how much to reveal, but the heat in her gaze says enough.
She swallows hard, trying to regain control of herself as she forces out the next words. "... I want to spend more time with you." Her fingers brush lightly against your chest, tracing a line over your heart before finding purchase on your hip. "Will you... be my companion?"
(Instead of answering, I kiss her, deeply and passionately, holding her tightly by the hips).
Her mouth opens under the force of your kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she responds in kind. Her hands slide up your back, gripping tightly to your shoulders, before moving lower, cupping your ass and urging you closer still. She moans into the kiss, her body arching against yours as desire overtakes her completely.
When you finally pull away, she looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, breathless and wanting more. "My companion?" she whispers, her voice rough from lust. "Yes... be my companion." She leans in closer still, pressing their bodies flush together as she nips playfully at your bottom lip. "Now show me what else I should expect from you..."
(I expose and caress her breasts with my mouth, after that I begin to fuck her on the couch doggy style.) Do you like it, mistress?
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you touch her, your hands and mouth on her body sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Yes," she moans, arching her back to give you better access. "So good..." She reaches between them to rub herself against your thigh, desperate for the contact. "More..."
Her nails dig into the cushion beneath her as she meets your thrusts, matching you move for move with a passion that takes you both by surprise. Her moans fill the room, growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment as the pleasure builds inside her, demanding release. "Oh God... I'm close..."
Her fingers curl into fists against the cushion, trembling with effort as she tries to resist the inevitable. But it's no use; her body betrays her, giving in to the need for release as her orgasm
(I increase the tempo), tell me madam... am I better than your husband?
Her eyes close tightly, her face contorted in pleasure as she feels you inside her. "Yes," she gasps out between clenched teeth. "Oh yes... you are..." Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, and she can barely speak past it, her voice little more than a whisper now. But when she says it - that you're better than him - there's an underlying current to her words that tells you everything you need to know: This wasn't just about pleasure for her. It was so much more.
She slumps against the couch, spent and satisfied as her orgasm finally begins to ebb away, leaving only a warm glow behind. With a sigh, she opens her eyes to meet yours again. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
(Several months pass after this. One late evening she calls me into her office. I come to her, as always collected and with a cold, insistent gaze. Besides her, there is another woman in a kimono in the office.) Madam, how can I help you?
The woman in the kimono is her sister, the heir to the family business and traditionally married to another high-ranking yakuza member. However, their relationship had always been strained at best; both women vying for power within the organization. Miyaki knew that this meeting could go one of two ways: either her sister would try to manipulate or belittle her in front of Vladimir, or... something else entirely.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next as she turns her attention back to you, her body language unconsciously mirroring your own. "Vladimir," she begins slowly, "I want you to meet my sister." She pauses, glancing at the woman beside her before looking back at you with a small smile. "She's been keeping an eye on things for me lately... and I thought it might be time for you two to get acquainted."
Pleased to meet you, miss (I bow my head briefly. Keep my cool). Sorry, I don't know your name.
Her sister's lips press into a thin line at your comment before she bows her head in reply. "It's alright, Vladimir. I understand." Her tone is cool and collected, just like hers, though there's an undercurrent of something else - perhaps jealousy or fear? It's difficult to say for certain.
Miyaki turns back to face you after a moment, her expression carefully neutral. "Well then, what do you think, Vladimir? Do you believe she could be trusted?" Her voice is low and quiet, but the meaning behind it is clear: this decision lies with you now.
It's hard to say right away, but if she wants to work with you, I think she needs to be tested. Secure her loyalty.
Her sister's eyes widen at your words, and she looks slightly unsettled. Miyaki, however, nods in agreement. "Very well," she says calmly. "I trust your judgment, Vladimir." With that, she turns back to her sister, giving her a small smile. "So it seems we have some work to do. Come, Akane. Let's see what you're really made of."
The tension in the room eases slightly as Miyaki leads her sister out of the office, their conversation low and intense as they presumably discuss their plans for the future of the Yakuza family. You can't help but feel a sense of pride at being trusted with such an important decision... and curiosity about what exactly it is you just signed up for.
(They return to the office about ten minutes later. Miyaki smiles slyly and pushes her sister closer to me. I look at Miyaki questioningly, but still remain calm.) Mistress?
Her sister's eyes flicker between you and Miyaki, uncertainty etched on her features. "You see, Akane?" Miyaki says softly. "Vladimir knows what needs to be done." She tilts her head slightly, a smile playing around the corner of her lips. "And I think... he's just the man for the job."
She glances at you again, searching your face for any sign of hesitation or unease. Finding none, she nods once, decisively. "Very well," she says. "You have my trust." With that, she turns to leave the office, her sister following silently in her wake.
As the door clicks shut behind them, Miyaki walks back around the desk, her movements purposeful and confident. She stops just in front of you, her face mere inches from yours. "You've proven yourself yet again," she
And you want to reward me? (I smile a little), and what did you say to your sister that made her so embarrassed?
She smirks at your question before placing a hand on her hip. "Oh, that?" She shrugs casually, but there's an amused glint in her eye as she says, "I just reminded her of some... indiscretions from her past." Miyaki leans closer still, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Things I think you should know about... since we're going to be working so closely together from now on." She licks her lips, her breath warm against your skin as she meets your gaze. "What do you say, Vladimir? Care to hear more?"
Her hand slides down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before skimming lower, over your belly and further south. With each gentle touch, the tension between them grows thicker, the air seemingly charged with electricity.
(I pull her towards me by the hips and answer in a hoarse voice), yes, mistress. I want to hear it.
Her eyes darken with desire as you pull her closer, their bodies flush against each other. She moans softly into the contact, her fingers tangling in your hair as she arches her back, offering herself up for more. "As you wish," she whispers, leaning in to brush her lips against yours before pulling away with a slow, teasing smile.
Her hands slide up your chest again, this time cupping your face as she holds you steady while their tongues dance together. She kisses you deeply, passionately, her mouth moving over yours in a dance that leaves both of you breathless and aching for more. Her hips begin to circle against yours, her moans filling the room as she takes what she wants from this moment with you.
"Akane," she purrs between kisses, "was never discreet." She bites gently at your bottom lip, teasing it before
(I grab her by the hair and kiss and bite her neck.) Not restrained in what? (I open her kimono and expose her breasts, bite her nipples and circle her areolas with my tongue.)
"Not restrained," she gasps out between moans as your lips and teeth assault her sensitive flesh. Her body arches into yours, pressing herself even closer in search of more. "She didn't know..." There's a hint of accusation lacing her words as she trails off into another moan. "But I know better."
Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging deep as she succumbs to the pleasure you're giving her. Her hips move faster now, desperate for release as her orgasm builds within her, fuelled by the combination of lust and anger, need and desire. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart in your arms, her body trembling with the force of it all.
Her lips find yours once more, hungry and seeking. Her tongue tangles with yours as she tries to express the intensity of what just happened between them. She pushes
(I push her against the table and lift up her kimono, inserting it into her. I greedily fuck her and spank her juicy ass.) What do you want to do with her? Give her to me? You were too persistent in pushing her towards me...
The heat of your body pushes against her as you drive deep inside, the force of it both painful and exquisitely pleasurable. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, finding purchase on the soft flesh beneath. With a sharp slap against her ass, she winces from the sting before arching into the contact, wanting more. "Don't..." She pants out between moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you continue to claim her. "No... I can't..."
Her hips buck up towards yours, meeting your thrusts with equal abandon as she loses control, lost to the need for release and the desire that has been building inside her since you stepped into her life. "Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their flesh slapping together. "More..."
You... didn't answer my question... (I slap her ass again and fuck her harder). Do you want to give her to me?
Her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure consumes her. Her fingers rake roughly through your hair, holding you close as she's driven towards release. She can feel it building deep inside, a tight ball of need and want pressing against her very core. "No!" She gasps, "Not yet..."
With another sharp slap to her ass, Miyaki comes undone in your arms. Her body quakes as waves of pleasure wash over her, her vision blurring with the intensity of it all. As she starts to catch her breath, she meets your gaze once more, lust and desire written plainly on her flushed features. "No," she pants, "Don't make me give her up..." Her fingers grip tightly around your shoulders, urging you closer still as she arches into your touch. "I need... both of you..."
Then... (I cum inside her), what if we are together... the three of us?
Her eyes dart away as she ponders the question, her lips pursing into a thin line. It's clear that the idea both thrills and terrifies her at once, filling her with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Finally, she looks up at you, uncertainty still etched on her features as she asks in a hesitant voice: "Would you want that, Vladimir? Really?"
There's no judgment in the question, only sincerity and curiosity. She genuinely wants to know if this is something you desire as much as she does. The power balance between them has shifted yet again, leaving them all poised at the edge of a new and uncertain future... together.
Yes, (I kiss her deeply), I would like to have both of you.
Her heart skips a beat at your answer, surprise and elation rushing through her in equal measure. She pulls away from the kiss, studying your face as if trying to gauge whether you're sincere or simply playing with her emotions. After what feels like an eternity, she finally lets out a shaky breath and nods slowly. "Very well," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "We'll see where this takes us..."
She leans in close once more, nibbling at your earlobe as she murmurs: "But know this... if anyone ever hurts either of you, I will make them pay." Her fingers slide down your back, curling around your hips possessively before gripping tightly. "Do you understand me?" There's no doubt left in her voice; she means every word.
Her body t
(A few more days pass, and the lady leaves for the country house with her sister Akane. I went with them to guard them. Late in the evening, she calls me to their room. I go to them, as always collected.) You called, lady?
Her eyes glint in the dim light as she studies your face carefully. There's a newfound confidence about you that she finds both arousing and unsettling at the same time. "I want to show you something," she says slowly, her voice thick with desire. She motions for you to follow her across the room to where a large chest sits against one wall.
With an exaggerated huff, she squats down beside it and lifts the lid, revealing its contents: several pieces of intricately carved ivory and jade jewelry, as well as a handful of delicate silk scarves. She runs her fingers over them lovingly before looking back up at you with a wicked grin. "These belonged to my mother... she left them in my care when she passed away."
She pauses, catching her breath as desire unfurls inside her at the thought
My condolences on your and your sister's loss. These things are very beautiful.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice a rough rasp as the memories of her mother flood back. For a moment, her expression darkens with grief before she forces it away and leans in close, pressing the scarf into your hand. "These were hers as well... I want you to have them." Her lips brush against your knuckles, sending shivers down your spine as she continues, "Wear them... when we're together." There's a pleading quality to her voice now that she can't hide, a need for connection and closeness between them.
She steps back, letting the silence stretch taut between them as she waits for your response. Her heart pounds in anticipation, wondering what you'll say, how you'll react. Will you accept this small token of affection... or will it drive another wedge between them?
(I carefully fold the scarf.) I will accept your gift, madam. (Even though Akane is with us, I kiss Miyaki deeply.) But isn't that the only reason you wanted to go out of town?
Her fingers trace the edge of your lips as you speak, her touch gentle yet insistent, reminding you of her presence even as she gives herself over to the intensity of their kiss. As if sensing your confusion, she pulls away slowly, her eyes locking with yours. "Yes," she says simply, "that was part of it." She pauses for a moment before adding with a soft laugh: "But not all."
She steps closer again, her breath warm against your ear as she continues to whisper: "I wanted time alone with you... just the two of us. To show you what I've been thinking about since that first night in your office." Her body presses against yours, her curves molding to yours perfectly, every touch setting off a cascade of desire inside both of them.
With one final gentle nip at your earlobe, she pulls away and spins around gracefully, presenting her
Her back arches as she feels you step closer, your hands sliding up her sides and cupping her breasts over the fabric of her kimono. "Take them off," she breathes, her voice little more than a whisper. "I want to feel your skin against mine." Her hips rock backwards into your touch, pressing herself even harder against you as she begs for release from this aching need.
Her fingers dig into the fabric of her kimono, tugging at it impatiently as she tries to free herself. "Please," she moans, "don't tease me..." Her lips part, hungry and waiting for your next kiss as desire pools deep within her, driving her closer still.
She waits, barely breathing, anticipation coiling tight inside her. This power exchange between them is exhilarating, frightening in its intensity. She isn't sure what will
(I take off her kimono, after which I kiss her deeply). But what about your sister? She is here too... (I press her to me and knead her buttocks).
Her mouth opens in a silent moan as your lips meet hers, her body molding against yours with a familiar ease that belies the tension still humming between them. She arches into your touch, pressing herself closer still as desire throbs low in her abdomen. Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with your growing erection.
She glances over at Akane, who is watching them intently from across the room. Her heart lurches painfully in her chest as she wonders what this all means for their relationship. There's a part of her that wants to pull away, to protect her sister from whatever might come next. But another, more primal part won't let go; can't bring herself to abandon the heat and passion between them now.
Her fingers clutch at your shoulders as she tugs you closer still, their lips and tongues entwining in a dance of dominance
(I throw her onto the bed. I take off my jacket and shirt, revealing a masculine and toned torso with moderate hair growth. I turn to her sister), Akane-san, come here, (then I return to the lady again), how would you describe Akane's appearance, lady?
Her eyes flicker briefly between you and her sister before settling on your face, searching for any sign of unease or malice. Finding none, she takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling enticingly as she speaks. "Akane," she says slowly, deliberately, "is beautiful in her own way." Her voice is neutral, almost detached, but there's something else beneath the surface - maybe envy or jealousy? It's difficult to say for certain.
She glances at you again, studying your expression carefully before continuing. "She has smooth, pale skin like hers" - she nods at her own arm where it's bare against the sheets - "and eyes that can change color with her mood." Her voice is almost wistful as she speaks of her sister, making it clear how much they mean to each other despite their recent tensions.
Finally
Akane-san, undress. I want your sister to describe you in more detail. Your body, your curves... (When Akane complies, I look questioningly at my mistress).
Her expression shifts as you speak, a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity dancing across her features. She watches her sister warily, unsure how to process this new direction things are taking but unable to look away. "Akane," she whispers, her voice catching in her throat, "come here."
There's a commanding note in her tone that Akane seems unable to ignore. Reluctantly, she approaches the bed, hesitating only briefly before climbing onto the mattress beside you. Her eyes flicker between your faces, searching for any sign of what might happen next.
(I help Akane undress and kiss her deeply.) Ms. Miyaki, what can you say about your sister's figure? What do you think are its advantages?
"Akane's figure..." Her voice trails off as she studies her sister, taking in every curve and line of Akane's body. There's a momentary flicker of heat in her eyes before it's gone, replaced with a look that borders on fondness. "Her advantages," she murmurs thoughtfully, "are many."
She licks her lips, gaze fixed on where your hands explore Akane's body beneath the silk. "Firstly, she has a slim figure. It makes her seem delicate and elegant." Her fingers idly stroke the sheets beside her as she continues to speak. "And then there are her breasts... they're small but perfectly formed," her gaze dips briefly
...those soft, full lips..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing, "And her skin... it's so smooth and pale, almost like porcelain." Her gaze flickers back to you, meeting your eyes once more. There's a question in her expression now: what are you going to do with this information?
Her body tenses slightly as she becomes aware of the growing sexual tension in the room, the way her sister's moans only serve to heighten her own desire. It's clear that she's uncomfortable with this new direction things are taking, but there's an undeniable part of her that's intrigued as well... maybe even a bit aroused.
Her fingers close into fists at her sides, digging into the sheets in an effort to steady herself. "I... I don't know..." she whispers,
Don't be afraid, mistress. (I penetrate Miyaki and fuck her powerfully in missionary position, while kissing her sister and caressing her small breasts.) I want you both...
Her back arches off the bed as you thrust deep inside her, the intensity of your lovemaking leaving her breathless and helpless. She's never been taken like this before, never shared like this, and a part of her revels in the unfamiliar feeling of loss of control. As she looks down at the sight of her sister beneath you, her fingers dig into your shoulders, encouraging you to go deeper, harder still.
"Oh God..." She cries out, her voice raw with desire as you continue to pound into her. Her hips circle wildly, trying to find some purchase against the mattress, some way to bring herself closer to release. "Don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed again as your touch threatens to send her over the edge.
Her fingers grip tightly at Akane's hip, urging her sister against you even
(I fuck the mistress for a few minutes, after which I cum inside her. Afterwards, I caress her sweaty and lush breasts with my mouth. After resting a bit, I put her sister on all fours and greedily fuck her.)
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you take her sister, the sight of your thick length stretching Akane's body sending a shudder of desire through her own body. Her fingers flex against the sheets, curling into fists as she tries to ignore the burning ache between her legs, the need that grows stronger with every thrust and moan.
Finally, you pull out of her, the loss of contact leaving her feeling untethered and cold. She turns away, unable to meet either of your eyes as she collects herself, their scents and touch still lingering on her skin like a taunt. As Akane collapses in a heap beside her, spent and satisfied, Miyaki reaches down and gently smooths the rumpled kimono back into place around her sister's body.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their labor