Sugoi!

Years ago, when your Late Bloomers Syndrome first reared its prodigious head, you sort of... half-heartedly accept that in a way your life would forever follow a system of logic closer to that of a porno than, say, a slice-of-life drama. So when the trust managing your funds told you that, due to your history of introspection and anxiety, they needed you to hire a personal assistant, you were only slightly surprised that Yukari jumped to the call.

She was an English major, like you, but didn't have the cushiness of inexhaustible funds to fall back on. Yukari had long assumed she'd end up with a teaching position, maybe a low-ranking job in academia somewhere; she just loved literature, wanted to spend her life with it, and didn't really think about how she'd pay her rent.

The trust made its demand midway through your senior year of college; you mentioned it to Yukari a week or so later. You were hanging out at your favorite coffee shop, chatting about nothing in particular, when she asked if there was anything new in your life. You sort of... let it slip, mentioning that the trust wanted you to hire a live-in personal assistant; you also mentioned that you felt a little weird about letting a stranger live in your home.

Yukari, ever impulsive, blurted out that she'd do it. At first you brushed her off, telling her that you wouldn't feel comfortable hiring your best friend, but she pointed out that you could either hire someone you know and trust or someone you'd never met before. You fell silent for a minute, mulling it over, before smiling and telling her that if she really wanted to do it she could. She cheered, gave you a hug, and hurried off to class.

You were anxious throughout your next class, worried that the trust wouldn't accept your proposal, that you'd have to turn Yukari down. However, you soon learned that you had nothing to worry about, that the trust didn't really care who you hired as long as you hired someone.

You smiled broader than you had in a long, long time. Yukari was pretty much guaranteed a cushy lifestyle from now on, and you told her as much over the phone. The resulting shriek of excitement that came through the phone nearly brought you to your knees.

But it was all good...

...and this is how you and Yukari got to where you are now: totally nude, lying in bed together, chatting like nothing's changed. You're on your back, hands resting behind your head, stretching along the length of the bed. Yukari's sitting cross-legged at the end. Your legs are loosely wrapped around her. Her breasts rest in your lap, swallowing up your prodigious cock. One hand teasingly strokes your thick shaft, the other caresses your enormous balls. Yukari playfully smiles as she gives the head of your cock a lick, followed by a kiss. You shudder at her touch.

"So," Yukari says, stroking you, "tell me about that lady you met."

"W-why?" you ask as Yukari drags her tongue up the side of your shaft.

"I mean, I assume she's gonna come over at some point." Yukari moves her hands to her tits and starts squeezing them against your cock, casually titfucking you as she interrogates you.

"I guess." You gently bite your lower lip and flex your legs. Yukari is an expert at this.

"So tell me," Yukari demands, before dragging her tongue along the head of your cock. "What's she look like?"

"Uh..." You take a second to catch yourself. "She's, like... our age... African-American... umm... really pretty?"

"And?" Yukari bends over just enough to take your cock in her mouth. She continues titfucking you as she sucks, moaning softly.

You moan, too. "Umm... her name's Nishay. She's really curvy... really..."

Yukari stops sucking you off for a second. "Big tits?"

"Y-yeah."

She giggles. "Bigger than mine?"

"Kinda? I don't know..."

Yukari chuckles and starts jerking you harder, slapping her tits against your cock. You can see that she's positioned her hands so that her pinkies are resting on her nipples; this way, she can tease them as she fucks you. Yukari's getting off on this, too. She closes her eyes and moans as your cock slides back between her lips; she eagerly sucks, strokes, squeezes... practically worships your cock...

"You wanna... fuck her?" Yukari moans. You can see that she's now holding both breasts with her arm, awkwardly squeezing them against your cock, and that her other hand has disappeared between her legs.

"I... maybe..." You arch your back a little, pushing your cock closer to Yukari's face, and she obliges you by giving it a smooch. Then its tip disappears into her mouth, and she sends you shuddering again.

"Just maybe?" she giggles around your cock, voice muffled.

"Yes," you moan, "yes, I wanna fuck her. I really wanna fuck her."

"That's what I thought," comes the teasing, muffled voice. "You wanna... fuck both of us? At the same time?" She giggles again.

"Fuck..." A gasp, a moan, a shudder. "Now I do..." You can't help but laugh. Yukari joins you, releasing your cock from her mouth as she does. She moves her arm, letting her breasts fall free, and goes back to stroking you with one hand.

"I wish you'd taken a picture or something," she giggles. "Still..." She interrupts herself with a moan, fingers exploring herself down below.

"Here." You pat the spot next to you. Yukari takes your invitation: she moves from her cross-legged position and rises to her knees (the sight of her breasts jiggling and slapping against one another is always hypnotic), then turns and scoots backward. She stretches out so that her feet are by your head and her head is by your hips. Yukari keeps stroking you.

You angle yourself just enough so that you can reach between her legs. Your fingers quickly find her moist slit and slip inside, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lover/assistant. Yukari purrs happily, spurring you to plunge deeper inside.

"Yes..." she moans, squirming slightly, curling her toes. "Ash..."

"Yeah?" you ask, voice barely more than a husky whisper.

"You wanna... you wanna 69...?"

"Yes," you shudder, working Yukari's clit with your fingers as they explore her sex.

"Sugoi," Yukari purrs.

Without further hesitation Yukari takes your cock into her mouth, as much of it as she can, her easy stroking turning into a pleading jerk. You help keep her steady as she maneuvers atop you. Your fingers are slick as they leave her vagina; they quickly go to work teasing her clit until she's fully on top, at which point they find their place at Yukari's side, stroking whatever flesh they find. You hear Yukari shudder as your tongue eagerly explores her sex, and she returns the favor by sucking and jerking harder.

Her heavy breasts are mashed against your torso, but they soon jiggle free and fall to either side of you. Your saliva-slick hand continues teasing her flesh; its twin travels further up her body until it finds the soft curve of a breast and seeks out a nipple. You begin to play with the hard nub, squeezing and caressing it, eliciting another round of pleased moans.

Yukari's legs squeeze against the side of your head as she draws closer and closer to orgasm. You stop playing with her side and begin teasing her unattended nipple, pulling and squeezing in sloppy alternating motions.

Your chin and cheeks are slick with Yukari's juices. Your cock is painfully hard in her mouth. It's a familiar arrangement.

Yukari suddenly pulls herself away from you, releasing your aching cock, taking her nipples from your fingers. She rises until she's sitting up at an angle, still mashing her wet sex against your mouth. She keeps stroking you for a minute, but then in one swift motion she takes hold of her huge tits and wraps them around your shaft, titfucking you once more. She furiously bounces up and down, up and down, moaning and panting. The bedsprings creak and squeal beneath you, and for some reason the fact that you notice this makes you even harder.

Yukari keeps titfucking you and bouncing on your face for what seems like hours, but the moment your knees jerk and you moan into her crotch -- the signs of impending orgasm -- she drops back down, expertly taking your cock back into her mouth.

Round after round of hot cum floods Yukari's mouth. It's enough to make her cheeks bulge, until it spills from between her lips and onto your legs and the bed sheet. This doesn't deter Yukari from greedily sucking down as much semen as she can. She lets out an ecstatic moan as she cums, too, splattering your face with her juices. You continue working her sex with your tongue, drawing out her orgasm as long as you can.

As your shared orgasm subsides Yukari slowly rolls off of you, landing on her back opposite where she was lying before. She stretches out with a moan, then runs her hands through her hair.

"Fuck," she moans, "fuuuuuck..."

You draw yourself up to a sitting position. "Fuck... indeed." Yukari snorts, then rolls onto her stomach. She notices the errant drops of cum that landed on your legs and the bed sheet. She drags her finger along your skin, then the bed, collecting as much seed as she can. You watch as she brings her finger up to her lips, smiles playfully, and sticks it in her mouth. She giggles as she removes her now-clean finger.

Yukari kicks her legs back and forth as she looks up at you, grinning. "So... are you gonna text her?"

You sigh and smile back. "Yes."

Yukari gives a you thumbs up. "Sugoi."