by Reed James
“Umm, sound's amazing.”
Her arms hooked around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss as I thrust slow and hard into her wet depths, savoring the her silky warmth. My hands slid up her leg, under her short skirt, and squeezed her firm butt. I loved this creature so much.
She moaned into my lips, her arms tightening and her hips shifting. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. The heat in her pussy grew, spurring me to fuck her faster as the elevator crept slowly to the forty-third floor. I squeezed and kneaded her ass. Her right leg lifted up, sliding her calf up the back of my thigh; a thrill ran through me.
“Oh, Yurika!” I moaned, breaking our kiss. “I'm so hot!”
“Let my pussy cool you off!”
“Perfect!” I moaned.
Her right hand drifted down my neck to my shoulder, then down into my cleavage, reaching into my silver dress and squeezing my breast through the red bra. My nipple was on fire as her hand rubbed it, sending more pleasure tingling through me, adding to the boil deep inside me.
I thrust harder, wanting to cum in her sweet pussy before we even reached her penthouse. Thank Aphrodite for the worlds slowest elevator! Her fingers crept under my bra cup, wiggling beneath the fabric to reach my hard nipple, pinching the sensitive nub.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped. “You naughty woman!”
She grinned at me, and then her face shuddered and her body quaked. “Oh, yes, Melody! I'm cumming! I love your cock! She always makes me cum so hard!”
The elevator door dinged, sliding open onto her penthouse as her pussy convulsed and squeezed about my cunt. I pounded her harder, our flesh slapping together. I sucked at her neck, my cum just strokes away.
“Fuck me harder!” she gasped. “I'm going to cum again?”
“Yurika?” a man gasped.
I turned my head; Mitch Edwards, her husband, stood in a bathrobe in the hallway before the elevator, staring at us in horror. I looked him right in the eye and smirked at my asshole ex-boss, then drove my cock hard into his wife's pussy.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Cum in me, Melody!”
“What the hell are you doing, Yurika?”
“Fucking my lover!” she gasped, shuddering again, her delightful pussy milking my cock.
“What?” I savored his pain. “But...you're my wife!”
“And she's my futa slut!” I laughed, our flesh slapping together.
“I am!” Yurika screamed. “I love Melody and her big, futa cock!”
Her hips humped against me as she stared at her horror-struck husband. I pressed my cheek against Yurika's, watching my former boss's world crumble. “This is my pussy now!” I groaned, driving my cock all the way to her cervix. “You'll never get to touch her wonderful snatch again!”
“I'm all Melody's!” she shrieked, shuddering on me again. “Oh, fuck! I'm cumming! I love it! I love your cock!”
My cock ached, ready to burst and shower her pussy with my cum. Every bit of Yurika's warmth drove my lust: her breasts pressing against my tits, her sleek thighs wrapped around my legs, her arms hooked around my shoulder, and her wet, burning-hot pussy engulfing my cock. My hips worked my shaft in short, deep stabs, her cunt massaging my dick, my body tensing, my orgasm nearing.
“Yurika? I love you,” her husband groaned. “I thought you loved me.”
“I love Melody!” she screamed, her fingernails clawing my back.
“Oh, god, Yurika! I love you, too!” I kissed her, driving into her one last time as my futa cock basted her pussy with my cum.
Her husband let out a pitiful moan as I came in his wife's pussy. I didn't care—the asshole had never treated her right.
The elevator doors slid closed.
“I guess your sleeping at my place tonight,” I whispered as we descended.
She nodded her head. “I guess my marriage really is over.” Sadness crested over her face. “I loved him once. I must have, right? Why else did I marry him?”
“I loved my husband once, too. And I think he loved me, but people drift apart sometimes.”
“Will we?” she asked, a plaintive hitch in her voice.
“I'll be with you forever,” I smiled, holding her tight. I really wanted to believe that. And who knows, maybe it would really happen.
She nodded her head. “I thinks so, too.” She opened up her purse, pulling out a small, black box. A jewelry box.
“Ooh, what did you buy?” I asked, a smile creeping across my lips.
She looked at me as the elevator slowly descended. “I think this weekend's going to be completely shot. And I had so many fun, and naughty, ideas.”
“It's okay,” I said, stroking her cheek. “Trust your asshole husband to ruin all our romantic plans.”
“I know that we haven't been dating long, but I feel so close to you. I don't know, maybe I'm just being impulsive, but I felt like I've really lived for the first time this last month.”
My heart melted. “Oh, that's so sweet.”
“I really love you, Melody. I think this was all meant to be.”
“We're fated?” I asked, raising my right eyebrow.
“Yes. By the Goddess you worship.”
“How do you know about that?” I asked. “We're not supposed to tell people.”
“Becky talks too much,” she smiled. “Maybe Aphrodite wants us to be happy, and brought us together. I don't know, maybe I'm just rationalizing the decision I've made.”
“What decision?”
She fell to her knees before me. I blinked, looking at the jewelry box. No, it was a ring box. Was this really happening? My heart fluttered with excitement. “Yurika!” I exclaimed, my eyes misting. “Oh, my god!”
“I really love you a lot, Melody,” she answered. “I think about you all the time. I miss you so much when we're apart. At night, when I'm lying in bed, I wish it was you next to me. I want us to be together forever and ever.”
She opened the ring box, a diamond glinted on a gold band. “Yurika!” I sighed, a tear running down my cheek.
Yurika pulled the ring out, then took my left hand, kissing my fingertips. “Will you marry me, Melody?”
“Yes!”
She slid the ring on my finger as the elevator doors opened on the lobby. A man and woman blinked at us. We must have been quite a sight, are dresses disheveled, are faces flushed, and my cum was trickling down Yurika's thighs. But I was too happy to care how we looked.
“We're getting married!” I exclaimed, holding my hand out and showing the couple my ring.
To be continued...
My Futa Massage Parlor
Futanari Massage 6
(A Story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
I signed my name on the divorce papers. I stared at my signature for a moment, crisp black on white, then pushed the papers across the table to Mike, my about-to-be-ex-husband. My fiancee, Yurika, sat on my left, holding my hand and giving me support. My marriage had been unofficially over for months, but it all seemed so real witnessing my signature on the dotted line.
“I am sorry, Melody,” Mike said. “It all went wrong, didn't it?”
I glanced at the woman sitting next to him—the woman he had cheated on me with. Abby. I had hated her for so long and now I could barely muster anything as I looked at her red hair in curls about her gorgeous face. Not even the diamond ring glinting on her finger angered me anymore. She was welcomed to have my about-to-be-ex-husband.
Mike and I were both moving on.
“It's fine,” I sighed. “What's done is done. Besides...” I squeezed Yurika's hand, her fingers brushing the engagement ring she had given me, “I think it worked out for the both of us.”
Yurika smiled at me, her dark, slanted eyes shining with love. We had been engaged for two months and, as soon as her divorce was finalized, we would be getting married ourselves.
Mike signed. Our marriage was officially over. Our assets were divided. “I guess that's it,” he said.
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I nodded. It seemed so...anticlimactic. “So, when's the wedding?”
“In a month,” Abby answered. “It's a little stressful.”
“I bet,” remembering the stress of my wedding with Mike—Yurika and I were planning a far smaller affair.
“Just so much to do,” she sighed, rubbing at her temple. “But it'll be worth it.” She shot my ex-husband a fond look, and a little bit of jealousy reared in my breast. Mike had been mine for so many years, it was sometimes hard to let that go.
“Well, here.” I reached into my Prada purse and pulled out a business card. “Come by my massage parlor and I'll give you a freebie.”
Mike gave me a puzzled look. “I thought you...disliked Abby.”
“I just want to move past this,” I lied, ignoring my fiancee's sharp look. “Consider it a wedding gift.”
Abby took the card, a smile crossing her freckled face. I hoped she'd take my offer. I was mostly over the hurt Mike's affair had caused, but a petty part of me would love to give my husband the same treatment he had given me.
I wanted to fuck Abby!
“What are you up to?” Yurika asked as we climbed into my car.
“If she comes to the parlor, we'll double team her.”
“But I'm not a masseuse,” she protested.
While Yurika worked at the newly opened massage parlor I ran for Simone and Becky, she did not have a futa cock. Yurika helped out by manning the receptionist desk, which didn't require her to be a futanari. I never pressed her on it, but she seemed to want to hold onto her full femininity. And I was fine with that. I would also support her if she ever changed her mind.
“So. You can still help me fuck her. Besides, I have enough cock for two women!”
Yurika laughed, patting my thigh. “So full of yourself.”
I beamed at her and drove us to the new massage parlor in Bellevue, crossing Lake Washington on the floating bridge.
The next tree weeks were a blur as we ironed out the kinks at the new massage parlor, building up our client base, and broke in a few new masseuses. But things were turning around, and our masseuses were making money, though I didn't get to service that many clients yet—I wanted my masseuses to make some money first.
I was sitting in the break room going over the books, when the phone rang. Probably a walk-in client. Linda answered it, toying with one of her pigtails. “Hey, Yurika.” I looked up to see a grin splitting Linda's face. “Really?”
I frowned; what was going on? Linda held the phone up to me. I sat the papers aside and crossed the room, taking the receiver. “Hello?”
“Guess who's here!” Yurika gushed.
“Jennifer?” My best friend like to pop in and get a free 'massage' from me. She was such a futa slut.
“Nope.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”
“Abby.”
My eyes widened. I had forgotten all about my wedding gift I had given Abby a few weeks ago. “Mmh, that's excellent.”
“I thought you'd feel that way.”
“I'm sending Linda to watch reception. Come back here and change into a silk robe.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Yurika purred.
“So, I'm doing what now?” Linda asked as I hung up the phone.
“Yurika and I are double-teaming a client. Can you cover the front desk?”
Curiosity flashed across her tan face. “Who's the client?”
“My ex-husband's fiancee.”
“You naughty slut!” Linda giggled. “Of course I'll help you out!”
“Thanks. I owe you!”
“Let me come over for dinner tonight. I could use some of Yurika's cooking.”
“Deal!” I shook her hand. I owed Linda a lot; she was the futa masseuse that had seduced me into this lifestyle and one of the few that had volunteered to come work at the new massage parlor for me. I glanced at the board, seeing what rooms were free. “Tell Yurika I'll be in 7.”
“Ohh, naughty!” Linda laughed.
I strode out and went two doors down and entered 7. It was a hot tub massage room, though no massaging ever happens in here. Only relaxing, stress-relieving fucking in the custom-built hot tub. Between Yurika and myself, we'd turn Abby into a futa slut!
I lit jasmine-scented candles and turned the hot tub on, massaging bubbles frothing the water's calm surface. Yurika walked in, an excited grin on her porcelain face, a short, silk robe—pink—draping her lithe figure. I wore a matching, violet robe, and nothing else underneath, the silk molding to my body, my nipples hard dimples against the fabric.
“This is so wicked,” she giggled. “You're turning your ex's fiancee into a futa slut!”
“Well, her pussy broke up my marriage. I want to give it a try and find out what's so amazing about it.”
“What's the plan.”
I grinned at her, “We're going to molest her, of course. We'll let the custom jets get her all hot and bothered, then we'll swoop in and pluck her treats.”
Yurika gave a wicked laugh.
I swayed down the hallway to the waiting area, opening the door with a friendly smile painted on my face. Abby sat on a love seat, holding a gossip magazine, but her eyes were unfocused, her back straight—she was nervous.
“Abby!” I greeted enthusiastically, wanting to put her at ease. I was her fiance's ex-wife, after all, I'd probably be nervous, too. “I'm so glad you came.”
“Thanks for the offer.” She stood up, her red curls swaying about her shoulders. “I so need a break to just unwind.”
I hugged her tight, savoring the warmth of her breasts pillowing against mine, sending a tingling flush that went straight to my clit; I fought the urge to let my bud blossom into a full cock. Letting Abby discover the extra I was packing was half the fun, but it had to be at the right time.
“We'll work all the stress out of you,” I promised. “You'll leave here a brand-new woman.”
“Good!” she sighed.
Oh, Abby, you have no idea about all the delights I'm going to show you.
“So how's the wedding prep going?” I asked.
“Mostly fine. Mike's been a big help.”
“Really?” Mike had barely lifted a finger for ours.
“Yeah. He didn't want to make the same mistakes with me...” Her grin turned apologetic.
I smiled at her. “Don't worry about it. I'm happier now.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “I'm so glad. I never meant to steal him from you, it just...”
I shrugged. “You can't control love. Come on, everything's ready.”
I led her to the hallway, and she looked around. “So you run this place?”
“Yeah. It's partly why Becky and Simone, the owners, hired me. I had a business degree and they were looking for someone to manage their second parlor.” I stopped at room 7. “We're in this one.”
I opened the door and ushered Abby into the fragrant, candle lit room. Yurika waited and bowed, her long, blue-black hair falling in a sheet across her shoulders.
“Welcome, miss,” she purred.
“Wow!” Abby's green eyes widened. “This is quite the setup. But...where's the massage table?”
“We're giving you a hot tub massage,” I told her. “It's one of our specialties.”
“Oh, but I didn't bring...” Her words died as Yurika's pink robe slipped off her nude figure. Abby turned to face me, her cheeks blushing. “What's she doing?”
“We can't get our lovely, silk robes wet,” I smiled, unbelting mine. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at my naked, round breasts, then she squeezed them shut.
Grinning at Yurika, I reached out and undid the top button of her white blouse. “What are you doing, Melody?” she gasped.
“Undressing you, Abby. You don't want to get your lovely clothes wet.”
“It's such a cute blouse,” Yurika grinned, working on her lower buttons. “You wouldn't want to ruin it. There's chlorine in the hot tub.”
“But...”
“We pa
mper our clients like Queens,” I soothed, working on the next button. “Think of us as your handmaids.”
Her eyes opened. “Handmaids?”
“Uh-huh. Let us pamper you like the amazing woman you are, and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”
“I guess so. But, um, what about bathing suits?”
“We're all women here,” Yurika dismissed. “So relax.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “That's what I'm here for, after all.”
“We'll make you forget all about your wedding,” Yurika promised, her slanted eyes twinkling.
I suppressed a laugh; we were definitely going to make her forget about Mike.
I took her unbuttoned blouse off, folding it carefully. Her bra was pale green trimmed with lace, cradling her heavy mounds. “Cute,” I smiled, stroking the lace trim, my hand brushing her nipple. On accident, of course.
“Thanks,” she gasped, more color flooding her cheeks after my nipple brush.
“It looks great on you,” Yurika said, moving behind Abby.
“Oh!” the redhead gasped, her shoulders flinching.
“You have such flawless skin,” my fiancee praised. Her fingers must be stroking Abby's back as she 'fumbled' with the bra clasp. “Just gorgeous.”
A shy smile crossed Abby's lips. “Thank you. And your skin is so beautiful, Yurika. Such a lovely shade.”
Her bra went slack; Yurika had unclasped it. I slipped my fingers beneath her cups, feeling her silky breast, then pulled the bra away as Yurika slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her nipples were fat, pink, and pierced by silver rings.
“Kinky,” I giggled, reaching out to play with the ring. My clitoris tingled, begging to blossom into a futa cock.
“Umm, thanks. Mike really likes them.” Her cheeks were fully crimson now. “He enjoys pulling on them when we're...”
“I bet he does!” I grinned.
I let my fingers trail down her flat stomach to the waistband of her pastel skirt. I knelt, fighting my desire to bury my face between her legs—patients, Melody—and tugged her skirt down her hips, exposing dark pantyhose over sea-green panties. My fingers stroked her legs through her slick nylons while I locked eyes with her; her mouth parted and a shiver passed through her.
