Fuu's Journey

The three nomads sat around a crackling fire. The sun had just set. Jin was lost in his thoughts, enjoying his meal when he realized something. It was much too easy to think. Whenever they sat down to eat, he had to answer an endless stream of questions from Fuu. All the while, Mugen would complain about anything and everything. The food tasted bad, the portions weren’t big enough, Fuu talks too much, whatever. It was obvious to Jin that something was wrong. Not only were both Mugen and Fuu silent, they seemed to be going through to much effort to avoid looking at one another.

Jin decided to break the silence, “Is everything okay between you two?” Mugen completely ignored Jin. Fuu, however raised her head and said, “We’re fine.”

Jin pressed further, “It seems as though something has happened between you since the incident at the bathhouse.” Jin turned toward Mugen, “Silence is not your usual method of conflict resolution.” Mugen didn’t utter a word. He never looked away from the fish he was picking at. He merely reached down and picked up his sword.

Jin immediately realized that he should’ve chosen his words more carefully. He certainly was not afraid of Mugen. However, he hadn’t intended to anger him. “I don’t mean to pry,” said Jin, “I just don’t want anything slowing us down tomorrow. Whatever differences we have, there is no reason that we cannot be civil.”

Mugen really didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t angry at Jin. He didn’t like him, but for now, he didn’t have a problem with him. But he didn’t know what to say either. Mugen was ashamed of what he did to Fuu. He’d never forced himself on a woman before. Now, how was he supposed to act around her? “I need to get away from these people,” Mugen thought.

Mugen turned to Jin and said, “I’m going into town for a while. With that, Mugen walked away.

Jin and Fuu finished their meal without saying anything else to each other. Jin began his evening meditation. Fuu stood and began to walk away from the campsite. Jin opened his eyes and asked, “Where are you going?”

“For a walk,” answered Fuu.

“Don’t go too far,” Jin replied. “It is not safe for a woman to travel alone at night.”

“Don’t be so serious,” said Fuu. “I can take care of myself. Besides, I have Momo with me.” Fuu began her stroll toward town. Once she was out of Jin’s sight, Fuu placed Momo on the ground. “Come on Momo, which way did Mugen go?”

Momo sniffed the floor of the forest for a few seconds. Once he picked up Mugen’s scent, he pointed like a cartoon bloodhound into toward the northeast side of town. Fuu scooped up her companion and ran off to catch Muugen.

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Mugen couldn’t help but smile as he approached the bathhouse. Not two minutes after arriving at the town center, he’d gotten into a scrape with two well-dressed hoodlums. After killing them, he realized they were bodyguards for the chump cowering on his knees. The man assumed it was a robbery. Really, Mugen just like to get into fights. Since he was broke, Mugen decided to take everything the guy had on him.

Mugen approached the proprietor of the bathhouse and said, “Line up your five best women.”

Clearly skeptical, the old man looked Mugen up and down and replied, “This place is a little to rich for your blood. Why don’t you go across town where things are a little more your speed?”

It was rare that Mugen had any money, let alone a lot of it. So, he took this opportunity to act like a big shot. Mugen dumped several gold coins on the floor and barked, “Pick that money up and get me some bitches like I told you to.”

The old man exclaimed, “Yes sir, right away!” Seconds later, the man trotted 5 women walked out in front Mugen, just as he instructed. Mugen examined their faces carefully, but decided against making a hasty decision. “Tell ‘em to strip,” Mugen ordered.
The old man began tried to implore Mugen. “It is customary…”

“I don’t give a fuck what everyone else does,” said Mugen, “I ain’t payin’ for shit I can’t see. I’ll get one of these bitches in the back and she’ll have a nasty-ass body.”

Mugen turned to walk away, but the old man stopped him. He signaled for his women to drop their kimonos. Two of the women couldn’t hold Mugen’s interest at all. The third woman had a beautiful face, but was a little too tall and muscular. “It’d be like fucking a dude,” Mugen thought as his eyes panned to the next woman. The forth woman reminded him too much of Fuu. After all, he was trying to have fun. He’d been thinking about her all day. The fifth woman was intriguing. For one thing, she obviously wasn’t Japanese. Mugen had once been part of a raid of an Indian ship. “You from India?” Mugen asked.

The woman smiled, “Yes, do you like what you see?”

Mugen looked her up and down. The woman had curves everywhere. She had thick thighs and very large tits. There was a little extra weight around her midsection, but Mugen didn’t mind. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her beautiful breasts. Without looking up at her face he simply said, “I’ll take her.”

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Fuu was getting impatient. She’d been peeping into windows for the past half an hour. “Momo,” Fuu began, “are you sure this time?” Little Momo just squeaked. “Well, you better be. I’m about ready to give up,” said Fuu.

She looked in the window of the next building and saw Mugen sitting on a chair. Fuu covered her mouth to muffle a gasp when she saw the woman kneeling in between his legs. That’s when he noticed that his shorts were bunched up around his ankles. The woman asked Mugen, “What would you like?”

Mugen answered, “Hey, I paid for everything, surprise me.”

“I have a specialty you might like,” the woman replied.

She began pouring oil over Mugen’s cock. “Yeah, I like where this is headed,” said Mugen.

She poured oil on her breasts and began massaging them. Fuu watched helplessly as the woman mesmerized Mugen. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts. Fuu could see Mugen’s cock twitch as he fixated the voluptuous woman. Fuu looked down at herself. She never felt so flat. When Fuu looked back up, the woman was scooting toward Mugen. She surrounded his erection with her gorgeous breasts. She slowly massaged his dick. Mugen threw his head back and let out a sigh of content. When Fuu saw this, she turned her back to the window. She leaned against wall below the window and slid to the ground. Fuu didn’t know what to think. She knew it was irrational, but she felt like Mugen was cheating on her.

Fuu pulled herself together and peered back into the window. The woman had the head of Mugen’s dick in her mouth and her tits wrapped around his shaft. She looked as though she couldn’t get enough of him. His cock was completely engulfed in breasts and lips. When she felt Mugen losing control, she pulled her mouth from him and said, “Cum for me.”

Mugen grunted as his jizz spilled onto her breasts. Fuu bit her lip and stifled a groan as she watched Mugen writhing in front of his whore. She milked the last drops of semen from his cock and stood. She was wiping semen from her breasts and neck, congratulating herself for servicing another client without having to actually fuck him.

When she turned to put her kimono on, Mugen grabbed her arm. “I paid a lot of money for you,” said Mugen, “and we ain’t done yet.”

The woman looked down to see that Mugen was still hard. Sheepishly, she looked at him and said “Of course.”

Mugen bent her over the chair and grabbed the bowl of oil. Fuu looked at the woman’s big round ass and thought, “I can’t believe he’s touching that cow!”

Mugen poured the oil in the crack of the whore’s ass. He poured a little more over her cheeks and began to massage the large, mocha globes. He slapped her ass, causing her to jump in surprise. Mugen leaned toward her and said, “I think this ass needs a good fucking.”

“Anything you like,” she replied.

“Oh… that is nasty,” Fuu whispered to herself.

Mugen spread her ass cheeks and slowly worked his dick into her ass. Unaware that she was doing it, Fuu slid her right hand between her legs. When her fingers began massaging her clit, she realized that she was masturbating. She looked down, and then looked back up in shock. Fuu felt as though they were watching her, even though it was obvious that they weren’t. Mugen adjusted his stance and began pounding the woman’s ass as hard as he could. The chair broke beneath their weight and they fell to the floor. Mugen flipped the whore over and entered her ass again in the missionary position. Fuu slid a finger into her wet pussy. She began to imagine that was her beneath Mugen. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was, anyway? Mugen was HERS! Fuu whispered, “Mugen” as she brought herself to the fastest orgasm of her lifetime.

Fuu leaned in the window slowly trying to catch her breath. Her middle finger was still deep in her pussy when Mugen pulled his cock out of the whore. Fuu lazily looked on as Mugen shot a glob of semen up her nose. He then forced his cock in her mouth and skull fucked his whore for the evening. As he roughly stabbed her throat with his dick, Fuu thought back to earlier that day when it was her own mouth on Mugen’s dick. She imagined her face covered in Mugen’s animal lust, him continuing to use her as he pleased even after cumming.

Mugen continued to fuck the whore’s mouth. He laughed at her and asked, “How’s your ass taste?” Hearing that made Fuu chuckle, and as Mugen spun toward the window, Fuu ducked. She got out of sight just in time.

Fuu pulled her finger from her dripping pussy and took off. She ran as fast as she could back to the forest. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to be discovered. Nevertheless, she continued running until she arrived at camp. Breathing heavily, she plopped down in front of the fire, waking Jin. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Yeah… yeah,” Fuu replied. “Everything is just peachy.”