STORY PREVIEW: A Simp-Po Threesome (Miku Kobato & Maki Itoh)

Please enjoy a free teaser of my latest piece of erotic fan fiction. A commissioned story with an interracial threesome with Japanese genres colliding. As Idol singer Miku Kobato of Band-Maid and her own side project Cluppo has some fun with Joshi wrestler of TJPW, Maki Itoh as the two take on some big black cock. If you liked what you read from this preview, the full fic is available now for my $10+ supporters!

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WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, wrestlers, record labels, promotions, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own any of the wrestlers, record labels, trademarks, musicians etc referenced in this story. All characters are 18 years or older in this story.
 
 Starring: Miku Kobato (Band-Maid), Maki Itoh (wrestler, TJPW)
 
 A Simp-Po Threesome
 
 An erotic celebrity fan-fiction story.
 
 by DaxG2001 ([email protected])

A Commissioned story by [Anonymous].
 
 Codes: Cons, MF, MFF, FF, oral, inter.
 
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A certain record company’s branch in Japan.

As far as parties go, this wasn’t exactly the fanciest or the most lavish, but still formal enough. Then again, it was basically a few of the conference rooms opened up in the record company office to be purposed for a gathering. That rather evidence by all the men in attendance being clad in suits with shirt and tie than any sort of casual wear. A focus perhaps on ‘networking’ than just mere small talk and getting to know one another, even though the occasion was billed as a celebration of the talents working for the agency.

For Malcolm Laurence, who stood out enough being a handsome, mature African American man, he thought to himself that he’d been engaging in some less than professional ‘networking’ of his own with a number of the women who were present at the event. Seeing the bright smile and the twinkle of desire in the eyes of the many young, pretty Asian females from J-Pop, J-Rock and Idol groups who were in attendance. It occurred to him that he had fucked about half, if not more, of the women here at his agency’s event. And he had a feeling from a couple of glances he’d gotten that more than a handful of them would be looking to try and sneak off with him. For once, he was trying to just keep his head down and not get into any bother. He’d managed to get away with no one finding out about his sinful adventures yet, but he wasn’t wanting to take a risk.

“Malcolm-San! Good evening, po!” A bright smile on a pretty, young Japanese face suddenly popping up in front of him snapped him out of thoughts of sneaking away. Almost spilling his drink from the over enthusiastic greeting.

“...Ah, Miku-Chan. Still as ‘bird-like’ as ever I see.” Malcolm said as he put on a smile. Oh, he was happy to see this pretty lady. Just not so enthusiastic about her over the top way of speaking. 

“Of course, po! Your favourite pigeon had to fly in to see her Malcolm-San! Po!” Miku Kobato stated with a happy tone. Although there was hint in her eyes that she knew full well that she was irritating more than a little bit the man in front of her, and likely enjoyed the teasing she was doing.

He knew Miku Kobato well from the first meetings he’d had with her other Idol group known as Band-Maid, which was known for strong characters of maids, both in characters and uniform costumes. However Miku had also embarked on a new side and solo project known as Cluppo, based off of what had merely been an April Fool’s joke that had taken off. Hence the reason that Kobato was here not in a maid costume, but the brightly coloured attire of this new act. A long pink skirt with blue trim and tights on her legs, and a jacket top of pink and green flower designs with a frilly yellow shirt underneath. Her hair styled in twin pigtails, dyed with shades of purple and red at the curly ends.

“And here I was thinking that you breaking away from your band a bit might calm you down…” Malcolm grumbled slightly as he sipped his drink. Thinking he needed to find a way to get something with a stronger hit down into him to deal with this woman.

“What do you mean, po?” Miku cutely tilted her head, leaning in a bit towards him to continue the playful teasing. “~Kurrupo… Is Malcolm-San not happy to see his favourite pigeon? Po?? There’s no need to get into a flap about things, po! This is a happy party! Malcolm-San should try to smile and enjoy himself! Like Miku-Chan does! Po!” She said, clearing having doubled down hard, almost crazily so, on her signature bird-like antics and speech.

“You’ve learned puns now? Lovely…” He said, dripping with sarcasm. Glancing to the side, seeing a couple curious gazes from party goers. “Listen, Miku-Chan. As nice as it is to see you? I’m sort of, you know, trying to keep things a little calm. Reserved. Under control, you know?” Laurence explained as Miku just nodded her head quickly like she was listening and understanding, but not interested in changing her mind. “So I’d sort of appreciate it if you could just turn things down a notch or three. Just be, you know, quiet. Peaceful. Not doing anything wild or crazy or…”

“WHAT’S UP MOTHERFUCKER?!?” 

Malcolm had to bring his free hand to smack into his face with the loud, charismatic yell of a woman perhaps more known for her pro wrestling career than her singing talents busted in. Despite the confused stares as the whole party paused for a moment thanks to Maki Itoh. The famously ‘fired Idol’, although herself actually in an Idol group now, and popular member of the Tokyo Joshi Pro Wrestling company. Itoh was even clad in her recent new wrestling attire of a bright red and black Idol’s uniform with countless sparking sequins on her top and the bow over her chest, along with the amount on the top part of her multi layered short skirt. The look topped off with high wrestling boots, arm and wrist accessories, and her bright red with black streaks hair tied up into to pigtails secured by a bow on each side of her head.

“Can you not??” Malcolm snapped, before he composed himself and spoke in a more indoor-voice tone. “I mean, Itoh-Chan. How nice to see you. You didn’t need to, you know, scream like the place is burning down.” He tried to less than subtly hint about her over the top attitude.

“The fuck you mean? I’m just pumped to see my number one, favourite fucking Simp again!” Maki claimed with a smirk, putting her hands on her hips. “In fact, you should have been the one finding me! The Cutest in the World! Soon to be best fucking wrestler in the fucking world!”

“Ah, yes, congratulations of the Princess tournament win, Itoh-Chan. I’ll be looking forward to seeing you take the title next month!” He said. “But uh, still. This is a formal event. You can’t just go around yelling and causing a scene. It’s not…”

“Hey, who the fuck are you, bitch?” Itoh turned her attention to the other woman still in front of him. Giving Miku a glare like she’s getting in her way.

“Be… Beatch? Miku-Chan is no be-hatch. Miku-Chan is pigeon! Po!” Miku, not familiar with the Western insult just smiled and tilted her head.

“You one of them brain dead THOTs? You’re in my way, bitch!” Maki turned to face her. “I want to talk to my favourite Simp. So go fuck off.” She bluntly demanded. Even going an extra step and extending an arm, making the very American-style middle finger gesture to emphasise the point. “I wanna spend some time with him. Personal, private, one-on-one time.” She added, and Malcolm could pick up from the smirk and look that it wasn’t just a conversation she was after.

“No! I’m not flying off, po!” Kobato objected. Making Itoh glare when Miku leaned in and placed her hands flat to rest over the finger, then putting her chin on top like she was a roosting bird. “Malcolm-San wants to talk with his favourite bird!” Miku clearly had the same idea, and desire for another round with some big, black cock as the other Japanese woman had.

“No fucking way! I’m his number one fucking Idol!” Maki objected as she pulled her hand back and stepped forward. Resulting in the two gorgeous Asian women getting up into one another’s faces with a stare off.

“Oh boy…” Malcolm downed his drink. Putting his arm out between the two as he saw the stares from others attending the party. Gesturing to one unamused looking executive that he would handle this. “Ladies, ladies! Now now, there’s no need to fight! Let’s uh, let’s take this outside for a moment, shall we?” He said, putting an arm around a shoulder of each younger woman. “Clear the air a bit and calm down.”

“This fucking bitch needs to clear off! Fuck off, even!” Maki said, still glaring at her newfound rival.

“You need to shut your big mouth, po! Along with that big head of yours!” Miku said back.

“You know what?? I’m not asking you to calm down…” Malcolm dropped his empty cup as he firmly grabbed a shoulder of each woman, making them turn around. “I’m telling you to.” He stated as a matter of fact. Marching the two beauties, even as they still exchanged glares, out of the room and towards the elevator. Leaving behind some confused stares, and a couple of envious looks from some female talents who had been planning something similar, before the party soon returned to normal.