by Reed James
“Now you would start the shower and ask the client what body wash they'd like,” Veronica explained as she stepped out of her panties.
“Right.” I walked over to the shower; water hissed and steam quickly began to billow out.
“And we forgot to light the scented candles,” Veronica sighed, then shrugged. “Oh well, we can skip that. You'd normally do that when you prep the room before fetching the client.”
I nodded. “So what body wash would you like, miss?”
“Why don't you surprise me.”
“Sure.”
I walked over to the shelf covered in bottles of various body washes. There seemed to be one of every scent imaginable: lavender, strawberry, coconut, orange, vanilla, cranberry, apricot, jasmine, mango, cinnamon, tangerine, passion fruit, apple, lilac. So many choices. What should I pick? I liked lavender, so I guess that would be fine.
I reached for the bottle, then hesitated. This wasn't about me. It was about satisfying the client. Veronica was an exciting and wild woman, and lavender didn't seem to fit her. So what would be best for her? I examined the fragrances again, searching for the perfect scent.
I grabbed the cinnamon.
“That wasn't your first choice,” Veronica stated as I walked back to her.
“No.”
“Why'd you change your mind?”
“I was going to choose lavender, but then I remember this was all about the customer. So I choose cinnamon.” I smiled. “Hope you like it.”
Veronica grinned. “You're a natural at this, sweetie.” She snapped her fingers in sudden remembrance. “Oh, there's an amulet in my jeans pocket. Go put it on, Melody.”
“Oh, okay.” I walked over to her clothes and searched her pockets. In the last one I searched, of course, I found a small, bronze medallion inscribed with the symbol of womanhood. Why did I need to wear this? It was so tacky.
“Put it on.”
Well, she's my trainer. I slipped it over my neck, the heavy disk hanging between my breasts; my clitoris stopped tingling. I frowned, “What did it do?”
“I don't want you distracted by your cock right now,” Veronica explained. “You need to focus on the sensuality of washing me. The amulet suppress your futa dick, keeping it from sprouting. We'll work on more self-control later.”
“Okay.”
She climbed into the shower, her delicious, dark skin glistening with beading water. More splashed down those perfect, chocolate mounds. She turned, letting the water spray her lush rear. My clitoris may not want to transform into a cock right now, but that didn't change the fact that an itch was forming in my pussy—she was gorgeous.
“What are you waitin' on, sweetie?”
“Just admiring the view.”
She laughed and beckoned with a finger.
How could I resist?
The spray felt wonderful as it rained upon my skin; the steam billowed around us, relaxing me with its warmth as it caressed my skin. I shut the glass door and it was very cozy inside, our wet bodies pressing together as we shifted in the tight confines. We couldn't move without my nipples brushing her silky skin or her hard nubs touching mine.
My pussy ached, and more than water ran down my thighs.
“Let's get you washed and massaged, miss.”
“Oh, yes,” she purred. “I'm so stressed out.”
I poured some body wash on a hot-pink loofah. “I like to start with the back.”
Veronica nodded, “Sure.”
I reached around her, pressing my body tight against hers, our nipples kissing, sending pleasure right to my clitoris. Undressing her had left me burning with desire, and my poor pussy ached for contact, to be caressed and stimulated; I needed to cum so bad. The sensuality of her body against mine was almost too much to resist; I just wanted to shove my fingers between my thighs and frig away.
“Shouldn't I face away?” Veronica asked in her client voice.
“No, miss. For the best shower massage, I need, um, leverage.” That sounded plausible.
“Oh, okay.” Then she grinned and winked at me.
Our bodies were pressed tight, and just breathing rubbed our tits together, which only made my breath quicken, increasing the pleasure generated by my nipples. I washed her back in slow circles, pulling her against me and resting my chin on her shoulder, my hips gently rolling, pressing my clitoris into her groin, pleasure shuddering through me. Her clitoris was a hard bud against my pubic mound.
“Can't you just feel the tension melting out of you?” I whispered in her ear, my lips so close they brushed her lobe.
“Yes!” she moaned.
“Just let all the stress and cares melt out of you. You're safe in my arms.”
Veronica sighed, her head resting on my shoulder.
“So relaxed,” I whispered. “Now let's wash lower.”
My hands washed south, moving down her sleek back. I knelt, her body slippery against mine as I slid down her, my nipples tingling as they rubbed against her. My cheek brushed her hard nipple, then I popped my mouth around it, giving it a brief swirl of my tongue.
“Oh, yes!” moaned Veronica. “You shouldn't have done that, but...”
I grinned up at her; she was playing the client again. “But, you want me to worship your body. It's why you came here.”
My hands reached that lush rear, soaping it. Her pussy was right before my eyes as I knelt. I could smell her musk over the cinnamon. I pulled her ass to me, my lips brushing her pussy, getting a brief taste of her spice.
“I've never been with a woman, but that felt amazing!” Veronica moaned, still playing her role.
“And you tasted wonderful. In fact, I need to have a better taste!”
I licked her clit, then pushed my head deeper between her thighs. She gasped, then purred like a cat being stroked and petted. Her fingers ran through my wet, brunette tresses as my tongue plied the folds of her pussy.
“That's it, sweetie. Butter my toast!” I guess she was done playing the customer as her hands pulled my face into her sex.
I dug my tongue deep into her, savoring the feel and taste of her. I explored her folds, getting to know every inch of her delicious, pink flesh. I worked my tongue around her fat clitoris, enjoying her moans, then plunged my tongue deep into her hole, using it like a mini-cock and fucking her rapidly.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Simone and Becky chose well! You are a natural, pussy eater.”
“Thank you,” I moaned. I gave another swipe through her delicious flower, sampling her nectar, and trying to ignore the burning itch in my own pussy.
I couldn't ignore my passion any longer. I needed to cum, and she had been teased enough; her sex dripped passion. Excitement filled me. My vulva ached to be to touched and pleasured. I didn't have my cock right now, but I still could pleasure her with my pussy. And there was this porno I had jerked off to last night that I would love to reenact.
I had to trib her.
I rose, my pussy sliding wet up her thigh. It was incredible! Pleasure rushed through me; my pussy spasmed, on the verge of cumming. I pressed my groin between her thighs, brushing my clitoris against her hard bud, passion surging through me. My lips found her neck, kissing and sucking at her dark flesh as I ground my pussy against her hot sex, fucking her.
“What you doin', sweetie?” Veronica asked.
“I'm going to trib you,” I purred. “Don't you want to feel my pussy rubbing against yours until we both cum.”
“I don't think so, sweetie,” she grinned. “I think it's time for me to get a piece of your fine, White-girl ass.”
Her clit ballooned into a dark shaft. I stepped back, watching it grow. It reached the size of my cock, then kept on enlarging; my jaw dropped. It was thick and long, throbbing as it pressed against my groin, bumping into my cute, tiny clitoris; I shuddered.
I wanted that! Jennifer had told me how much she'd loved that monster fucking her ass.
“I'm gonna tear your cute ass up, sweetie!”
“Yes!” I hissed. “I want to feel that big girl inside me!”
“Such a futa slut!”
I didn't resist as she spun me around. I braced against the shower wall with both arms, the warm water spraying my back. That monster futa cock nudged my wet ass, sliding in between my asscheeks. It slid down my crack, searching like an eager explorer, and then found my tight, virgin sphincter.
“Gonna love your ass, sweetie!”
She pushed.
My sphincter gave way, and her big, Black, futa cock stretched my virgin ass open. So huge. I felt stuffed, and more and more of her futa dick drove into my bowels. Warm pleasure thrilled through me, escaping out of my lips as I groaned. Her breasts pressed against my back, soft and topped with nipples as hard as her shaft. Her arms snaked around my body, rubbing my stomach, adding more wonderful pleasure to the fire burning inside me.
“Such a sweet ass,” she purred. “I love White-girl ass!”
I grunted; she had bottomed out inside me, her groin pressing against my rear.
“You like my big, Black, futa dick reaming your asshole?”
“Yes!” I hissed.
“Umm, such a futa slut!”
Her hips pumped, plunging that thick monster in and out of my bowels. Wet trickled down my thighs, and not from the shower. My pussy felt on fire, and my clitoris ached to be touched and stroked. The bronze amulet bounced between my breasts, jiggling every time she buried into me. Veronica's hands, rubbing slow circles on my belly, went exploring.
One slid up, squeezing my right breast and playing with my rock-hard nipple. Her other hand drifted south, shoving two fingers deep into my pussy. Thick and nimble, they probed my pussy, pumping and stirring such wondrous rapture inside me.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped, the words exploding out of my lips.
“You like that? You like both your slutty holes filled up?”
“I do!” Pleasure screamed through me, churned by her cock reaming my ass and her fingers stirring my pussy. “I didn't know anal could feel so amazing!”
“Never let hubby get a crack, huh?”
“No! And I'm glad I never let the asshole!” My soon-to-be-ex-husband could go dive off a cliff for all I cared. I was done feeling miserable over his cheating ass.
She laughed and fucked me harder, her groin slapping against my butt-cheeks. My clitoris ached so much it was almost painful. I wanted to plunge my hand between my legs and frig my clitoris with fast circles, but she was reaming my asshole too hard; I needed both my arms for support.
“I!” Thrust. “Love!” Thrust. “Fuckin'!” Thrust. “White-girl!” Thrust. “Ass!”
My bowels were on fire with passion.
“You're driving me wild!” I screamed.
Every stroke of her futa cock in my bowls, every probe of her fingers in my pussy, and every squeeze of her hand on my boob was driving me in to a feverish frenzy, my passion threatening to explode out of me.
“Oh, God!” I moaned.
“Take it!” Veronica grunted, shoving that cock deep into me. “Take it, futa slut! Let me feel your White-girl ass cumming about my big, Black dick!”
“I'm about to!”
“Cum!” she hissed in my ear, plunging her fingers faster in and out of my pussy. “Cum, my little, futa slut!”
Her big, futa dick slammed deep into my abused asshole, her fingers brushed my G-spot buried deep in my drenched pussy, and her other fingers pinched my hard nipple. Sensations gathered, merged, and overcame me.
I exploded.
My ass clenched hard on her invading cock.
My pussy spasmed about her questing fingers.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I screamed as I came.
Pleasure suffused my pussy, then radiated through my body. A glorious heat that ignited every nerve and sent every muscle I had spasming. I gasped and cried, my legs buckling, and only Veronica's strong arms held me upright as she kept driving her big dick into my ass.
“Little, futa slut!” she grunted. “I love feeling your delectable ass cumming on my cock!”
Her dick kept thrusting, and another wave of passion tore through my body, another ripple of wonderful heat. I never wanted this to end. I was in Heaven. I reached Nirvana. I was one with my pleasure. My ass spasmed, milking her, eager to feel her cum jet into me.
“Fuck!” she howled. “I love White-girl ass!”
Delicious, creamy warmth flooded my bowels. Veronica drove her cock in me one last time, pressing her body against mine, her large breasts were two soft pillows on my back. Her chin rested on my shoulder, and her breath was warm on my cheek as she panted.
“That was the best job training I've ever received,” I moaned.
“Uh-huh,” she sighed. “And I still got a whole lot more to teach you!”
The rest of the weekend was a blur of sex and training. I finally learned what a nuru massage was—wonderfully erotic. I gained a pretty good mastery over my futa cock, and was able to make it through most of a session before I lost control and had to fuck my client. By Sunday evening, Veronica pronounced me ready to tackle my first customer.
When Monday morning came, I marched straight into Mr. Edward's office. “You can't go in there!” squeaked Stephanie, his secretary. I ignored her.
Mr. Edwards looked up in surprise and, before he could start shouting, I looked my boss straight in the eye, declaring, “I quit.”
“What?” the asshole spluttered. “You can't quit! We need you to finish the Johnson audit today!”
I shrugged. “Oh, well. I found a better job. I'm a futa masseuse now.”
“What the fuck is that?” he demanded as I turned and strode out of his office. “Melody! Get your ass—” I slammed his office door behind him. A huge weight seemed to fall from my shoulders; I walked with a straight back for the first time in...I don't know how long. I was free of my terrible job.
Mr. Edward's wife was waiting outside his office, standing beside Stephanie's desk. She was a gorgeous, petite, Japanese woman, face framed by straight, blue-black hair that fell to her waist. I pulled out one my new business cards Mandy had whipped up for me yesterday, handing it to her. She blinked, looking down at it, her eyebrows creasing.
“First one's on the house, Yurika. If you're ever stressed, come on by.” I bet her husband stresses her out a lot.
“Oh, thank you, Melody” she said, politely taking the card and looked at it. “Maybe I'll stop by later on today. I always enjoy receiving a massage.”
“And our massages are very special,” I grinned. Making my ex-boss's wife my futa slut would be an amazing severance package.
“Then I'll definitely come by,” she promised, her smile lighting up her porcelain face.
“I'm looking forward to it!” I grinned, and left my job behind, never looking back.
To be continued...
My Nuru Futa Massage
Futanari Massage 4
(A Story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
My Futa Nuru Massage
I sat in the break room at my new job, Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor, staring at the clock and trying to keep my spirits up. My first day was turning into a huge disappointment. I had quit my job this morning, thoroughly burning that bridge and expecting to make several thousand dollars a day here.
It was almost 5 PM and I've had no clients.
“Customers have their favorites,” Linda consoled, reaching over to pat my hand. She was the masseuse that had introduced me to this wonderful world of women with dicks. Because of her amazing massage last week, I had been inducted into the Sisterhood of Aphrodite, swearing to worship the Goddess of Love and Beauty in exchange for my very own futa cock.
Now if the goddess would only give me a customer or three.
“Just be patient. You'll build your clients.”
The break room's phone rang. My heart picked up its beat; hope blossomed inside me. Linda and I were the only masseuses free. This could be—
“Oh! I love giving her a massage!” squealed Linda into the phone, her free hand toying with one of her pigtails.
Disappointment crushed me.
Linda hung up and stood, her breasts jiggling beneath her sky-blue, silk robe that clung to her perky body and only fell to her mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her tanned and gorgeous legs exposed. I wore a matching, lavender robe and, like Linda, nothing else underneath.
“Sorry, Melody,” she sighed, leaning down to hug me. “It's like this at first. Be patient.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. I just needed patients. And clients.
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then dashed out of the room. Another sigh escaped me, and I sat back into the plush love seat. A hopeful thought was born: if there was another 5 PM massage booked today, then they would have to choose me—there were no other masseuses available right now.
I perked up.
Becky, the blonde co-owner of the parlor, burst into the break room, her massive tits swinging like a pair of pendulums beneath her teal, silk robe. Her hair was damp, so she had probably just finished a shower massage.
My hope died a little. I had competition again. While the clients were book ahead of time, they couldn't reserve a specific masseuse. It was designed to help new girls like me get clients, but today was a slower day, and the parlor hadn't been booked to capacity. With Becky here, the odds of me getting the next client were slim to nil.
“Phew, that was a purtee client I just serviced,” sighed Becky in her thick and sultry southern drawl, plopping down next to me; apricot body wash filled my nose.
I smiled politely at her.
“Now, Sugar, what bee has gone and stung your purtee bottom?”
Guess I hadn't smile politely enough. “I just haven't had a client, yet.”
“Oh, sugar, I'm so sorry.” She put her arm around my shoulders. “Don't you fret. Soon you'll be attractin' clients like flies to honey.”
“I know. It's just so...”
“Frustratin'?”
I nodded my head. “I thought it would be different. That I'd show up and women would be magically lined up around the block eager for what I'm packing between my thighs.”
