by Reed James
She laughed, pushing back her golden, wet hair off her shoulders. “Me and Simone thought the very same thing when we first opened up. We almost went out of business three times that first year.”
I almost couldn't believe that. Becky and Simone, co-owners and spouses, seemed to have a thriving business and it was hard to imagine that they had struggled at all. “Yeah, I guess. I'm just getting worried about paying my bills.” The divorce was wiping out my savings as my soon-to-be-ex-husband and I wrangled over the smallest things. It was petty, but he had hurt me so much.
“Now don't you fret. Me and Simone have plans for you, Sugar. We'll take care of you.”
“What plans?”
“We're plannin' on expandin' later this year, and we think you're the perfect person to run our second establishment.”
I blinked. “Really? Why? I'm so new at all this.”
“You got a business degree, Sugar. Which is more than the rest of us can—”
The phone rang. Becky reached for it and I knew they'd be wanting my blonde boss. None of the customers knew me yet. For $400, no one wanted to gamble on an untried pleasure if they didn't have to. Besides, Becky and Simone, the other owner and Becky's wife, were the most popular masseuses. Becky was so lively and fun, with blonde hair and big-tits, and Simone was so mysterious and sultry, graceful as a ballerina and as sensual as the starry sky—how could I compete with that with my boring, brown hair and average-sized breasts?
“How wonderful!” my boss exclaimed, turning to me, a broad smile covering her face, and held out the phone. “Looks like the sun has come out to shine on you today, Sugar!”
My hand shook as I took the phone. “Hello,” I said, mustering all the confidence I could, treating it like a meeting at my old job. A corporate warrior, especially a woman, had to always be confident and unafraid or the sharks would pull you down.
“You have your first client!” Mandy, the receptionist, exclaimed. “She's a first timer. One of your freebies. Her name is Yurika.”
The sun was shining on me and I couldn't help grinning as excitement radiated inside me. Before coming in to work today, I had handed a few business cards promising a free massage from myself to try and drum up a few clients. I had given one to Jennifer, my best friend and the woman that had introduced me to this place, and a few of the other ladies at my work.
“You know her?” Mandy asked, then I heard a smacking sound like she had hit her forehead. “Course you know her, you gave her a freebie card.”
“Yeah, she's my ex-boss's wife.”
Mandy laughed. “Well, she's requested the nuru massage.”
I flushed and my clitoris tingled, starting to engorge into a futa dick. I concentrated, and forced my clitoris to shrink back down. Yurika was so beautiful, and after years of metaphorically being fucked by my boss, it would be nice to literally fuck his wife. I was going to cuckold my boss!
It's why I gave her the card after quitting.
“Does she know what a nuru massage is?”
“Nope. I recommended it to her though. You're welcome, Melody!”
“Thanks!” I shivered with the anticipation of rubbing my body against Yurika's. “Tell her, I'll be out in a few minutes.”
Becky's grin somehow seemed even larger. “A nuru massage, huh? You're gonna give her a good time, ain't ya?”
I beamed. “You bet! I'm going to love her in ways her husband could never be bothered to.” Mr. Edwards, my former boss, was always a complete, overbearing ass to Yurika, and I bet he had never given her an orgasm. Too selfish.
Well, she'll be getting one today!
“That's the spirit, sugar!” She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Go get her!”
I was so excited, I almost scampered out of the break room. There were only two nuru rooms in the parlor and I decided on room 9. It was decorated like a Japanese bath, or so Veronica had claimed, with wood decking and a tub set in the floor. Besides the tub was a small, wooden stool and a shower head attached to a small hose. Apparently, in Japan you washed yourself and then climbed into the bath.
First thing I did was pull out the air mattress and the small compressor. It hummed as soft as a whisper after I hooked it together and flipped the switch; the rubber of the mattress stretching as it inflated was far louder than the compressor. While it chugged away, I filled the bath with hot water, then opened up a cabinet full of scented candles.
Which scent should I choose for Yurika? She was a gentle, submissive woman. So something light and fresh. I grabbed several white, vanilla-scented candles and lit them, then scattered them about the room.
I inhaled; what a delicious scent!
The bath was filled, the air mattress was inflated, and the candles were lit. Everything was ready. I headed for the door and—
The nuru gel!
I still had to get the most important component of a nuru massage ready. I quickly filled a large, plastic bowl with the nuru gel, pouring from a large jug, not unlike an antifreeze container, and stuck the bowl in a microwave concealed in one of the cabinets, setting it on high for a one minute, thirty seconds, warming the gel.
When the microwave beeped, everything was ready.
I strode out of the room and marched down the hallway towards the door. Every step I took increased the growing panic in my stomach. I was going to mess it up. Yurika wouldn't let me seduce her. I'll get sued for sexual harassment and fired.
No! I needed to be confident. I needed to be a futa masseuse warrior, showing no fear or weakness.
I opened the door to the waiting area. It was well lit, suffused with a soothing, jasmine aroma, and furnished with comfortable chairs, a coffee table strewn with fashion and gossip magazines, a gorgeous fern, and a wall covered with the glossy photos of all the masseuses.
Yurika sat on one of those comfy chairs, leafing through a magazine, her legs crossed. She looked up, smiling shyly. She was petite, with a light-olive skin; her face was as delicate as porcelain, and framed by straight, blue-black hair that draped her shoulders. A white sundress, dotted with violet and blue flowers, hung loose on her body, the bodice sleeveless and the skirt falling past her knees.
It was such an innocent look. I was going to enjoy corrupting her.
“Yurika!” I exclaimed. “I'm so glad you came!”
She put the magazine down, standing up with the grace of a gazelle, her timid, angular eyes looking down. “Thank you for the generous offer.” Her voice was musical and her accent exotic.
“I think you've earned it!” For putting up with that husband. I didn't say that part out loud. I crossed over to her and put my hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Don't be nervous. We're going to have a nice, relaxing evening.”
She looked up and met my eyes with her dark pools surrounded by thick, black lashes; some of the tension melted out of her. “Okay.”
I slid my hand from her shoulder down her silky arm and took her hand; her fingers were delicate and warm. My clitoris tingled; I suppressed my growing dick. It wasn't time to spring that on her. She needed to be teased and titillated first.
“Does your husband know you're here?”
Her palm became clammy. “No.”
I squeezed her hand. “I won't tell him.”
“Thank you. He would not...” A flush darkened her cheeks and she looked away.
“I understand. I did quit on him today.” Without a two weeks notice, as well; it was such a happy moment.
“I do not blame you,” she added, her words rushed. “The way he treated you...it was understandable.”
I smiled, and led her out of the waiting room and into the hallway that led to all the massage rooms. “So, you've never had a nuru massage before?”
She shook her head. “Though I'm curious about what makes it slippery.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nuru,” she said. “It is Japanese for slippery.”
I laughed and grinned at her. “It is definitely slippery. The
gel used is made from nori seaweed and is as slick as grease, but has no odor.”
Yurika giggled.
“Did I say it wrong?”
“Close. It is nori. Like 'no'. Not 'noori'.”
“Nori,” I carefully said and she nodded. “Thanks.” We reached room 9. “Well, here we are!” I opened the door.
“Wow!” she exclaimed as she peered into the candle-lit room, their faint, yellow light flickering and dancing on the wooden floor. “It is...”
“Relaxing?” I supplied. “Peaceful?”
“Er, yeah. Though they were not the words I was thinking of.”
“Intimate?”
She blushed and looked down.
“That's what makes it so relaxing,” I whispered, touching her shoulders. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Melody.”
“Then relax, and let me give you a magical experience you'll remember for the rest of your life.”
She shivered. “You are so intense.”
“I just want to give you an amazing massage.”
“All right.”
I guided her by the shoulders into the vanilla-scented room, steam from the bath washing over us. She breathed in the fragrance and a smile spread on her cheeks. I let go of her and closed the door then, as Yurika walked further into the room, I slipped off my silk robe, the fabric rasping across my nipples and sending tingles of pleasure straight down to my aching clitoris.
She turned and I was ready for her eyes to widen in shock at the sight of my lush, naked body. Aphrodite had gifted me with more than a cock, she had also tightened everything up. My skin was as flawless as it had been at eighteen, and a certain amount of perkiness had returned to my breasts, along with the disappearance of some cellulite from my rear.
“Should I undress as well, Melody?” she asked, nonplussed by my nudity.
That was it? No shock or outrage for me to overcome. No cute, innocent blushes painting her cheeks with crimson. I didn't even have to seduce her out of her clothes. Disappointment soured inside me; I had been so looking forward to putting all of Veronica's seduction tips to use.
“Let me undress you,” I purred, forcing myself to be confident and move past this strange turn. “It's part of the pampering we offer.”
“Oh, that sounds nice.” She held her arms outstretched for me.
I moved to her, smiling; my pussy damp with anticipation of touching her creamy skin. Her loose dress buttoned up the front with big, blue and purple buttons, matching the flowers decorating the fabric. I unbuttoned the first one, exposing more of her creamy skin.
“So, how has your day been?” I asked.
“Oh, okay.”
I unbuttoned the second. “It doesn't sound like it was an okay day.”
She sighed.
Third button. Her bra was plain yellow. My clitoris tingled, but I kept her in line.
“Tell me about it.”
“I...” she worked her mouth. “Mitch was...disappointed with me.”
Disappointed? What kind of asshole says that to his wife? My former boss, obviously. “Whatever for?”
“I spent too much on clothes,” she answered. “I'm only allow so much a month.”
“He gives you an allowance?” I asked in disgust, unbuttoning the next one.
“Yes. He is very kind to allow me to use some of his money every month for personal items. He works so hard, so it is only fair he gets to decide how it is spent.”
“That's terrible.” I undid the last button; her dress slipped off her shoulders and fell down her lithe figure. “You're his wife, not his employee.”
“It's not like that, Melody.”
I cupped her chin. “You're a beautiful woman not his chattel. His money is your money. Don't let him bully you.”
She flushed as I trailed my hand down her smooth neck to her shoulder. I stepped closer, my naked breasts pressing against her bra as I reached behind her, caressing her silky skin as I searched for her bra's clasp. Her breath quickened, warm on my neck, and her small breasts rose and fell against mine, tingling my nipples.
My clitoris wanted to grow into a futa cock so bad!
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Just taking your bra off, Yurika,” I whispered into her ear. Her body was so warm against my naked flesh—small clitoris. “Relax.”
I found the bra's clasp. It was a little different unclasping one when reaching around another woman, but a few second of fumbling, and a few seconds more savoring the sensual feel of her skin, and I released the clap. I pulled the bra straps off her shoulders, keeping my breasts pressed against hers, working her bra cups out from between our mounds. Her bra slipped inch by inch from between us, rubbing my nipples, pleasure tingling down to my aching clitoris, and then her breasts were bare and her nipples brushed against mine.
Electricity surged through me; my clitoris grew on inch.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
I looked down at her olive tits pressed against my ivory breasts, dark nipples caressing pink nubs. So beautiful.
“Isn't that cute,” I purred. “Our nipples are kissing.”
She looked down, trembling, as gentle and submissive as a gazelle. And as beautiful. Her cheeks were crimson. “They are.”
This beautiful, gentle creature was mine!
I slid down her body, letting my breasts drag down her lithe flesh. My cheeks rubbed across her small breasts; she shuddered as I brushed her nipple. Then I kneeling before her, eye-level with her yellow panties. I could smell her arousal, a sweet musk mixing with the vanilla. I looked up; her mouth was slightly parted, her pink tongue running over red lips, and her dark eyes shone with newfound sensations.
“Let's get these panties off,” I smiled.
Yurika nodded.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her yellow panties, her belly trembling beneath my digits. Ever so slow, I worked her panties down her waist, my breath quickening as more and more of her silky pubic mound was revealed, shaved bare. My fingers dipped down into her wet warmth, brushing her hard clitoris. She gasped and shuddered. I smiled up at her, breathing deep; her wonderful, sweet musk had grown even stronger. Another tug and then her panties came down, exposing her beautiful pussy glistening like a flower covered in dew.
Stunning!
I drew the panties down her smooth legs, letting my fingers flit across her inner thighs, savoring the silk of her. She sighed, quivering; a bead of her passion trickled down her inner thigh. It was so hard to keep my futa cock under control, but it wasn't time to reveal her.
“Lie on your belly on the air mattress,” I told her as she stepped out of her underwear—I fought the urge to bury my face into the crotch of her panties and inhale her lust, “and we'll get started.”
She nodded, not saying a word. Maybe she didn't trust herself to speak. Her body was reacting to me and that confused her; I was a futanari, and we affected women, setting their blood racing—another gift from Aphrodite. The rubber squeaked as she laid on the mattress. My eyes fell on her ass, round and perky; my clitoris ached.
I wanted to bury my face between those cheeks and love her! Patience, Melody.
She watched with dark eyes as I picked up her clothes and put them in a safe spot, then I knelt down before the bowl, dipping my hands into the clear nuru gel. I lifted my cupped hands, thick liquid dripping in sheets from between my fingers, then I dripped the nuru gel across my breasts, coating my round mounds in the slippery substance.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Getting ready to massage you with my body.”
Her eyes widened, fixed on my glistening breasts. I slid my slippery hands down my flat stomach, spreading the nuru gel across my flesh; her eyes followed. I dipped between my thighs, brushing my fat clitoris, before lathering the gel across my legs.
“Do you like what you see?” I purred.
She bit her lip, shifting her hips.
“You're going to feel my body writhing atop yours, mas
saging all the stress out of your beautiful form.” I crawled towards her, my breasts swaying.
She swallowed, trembling on the mattress. I reached her, leaning over and my brown hair fell on her skin. I swept my hair behind me, then I brushed her blue-black hair off her shoulder and kissed her warm back.
“I'm going to share a new experience with you unlike anything that man has done to you,” I whispered in her ear. “Ready?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice trembling.
I straddled her ass, shuddering as my extra-sensitive clitoris kissed her rear. I shifted my hips, rubbing my sex on her perky butt in a slow circle as my nuru-slicked hands slid across her back, caressing and massaging her. The tension melted out of her as my fingers and palms glided across her supple skin. I reached towards her neck, leaning over and letting my nipples kiss her flesh.
“Doesn't that feel nice?” I cooed, sliding my body against hers, my mouth inches from her ear.
She moaned softly.
“You feel so warm and silky.” I licked her ear, joy surging through me as I reveled in her flesh, my nipples and clitoris throbbing against her. Heavenly. “Do you like the feel of my tits?”
“I do.” Her voice was quiet and timid.
“Are you sure?” I asked, rubbing my breast around her back. “Because you don't sound like you are.”
“They're...nice.”
“Just nice?” I ground my clitoris into her supple rear, fighting to keep my nub from blossoming into a full-blown, futa cock.
“No.” She took a deep breath. “They are warm and soft and silky,” her voice grew hoarse, thick with desire, as she spoke, “and so lovely. Your skin feels electric against mine. I...I...love this! Don't stop! Keep massaging me! I feel so safe and...comforted!”
“Then you'll love this!” I promised, then pivoted and slid around so my face was above her butt and my clitoris rubbed between her shoulder blades.
Her ass was so beautiful. I squeezed her cheeks, soft and supple, then spread her open. Her sphincter contracted and flexed as she writhed beneath me. Her legs spread, revealing her shaved pussy, pink and wet and beautiful.