WIP Masseuse's Futa Interview (Futanari Massage Parlor 1) (Patreon)

Here's a sneak peak at what I've been working on this week. 

Upstairs, we dressed in our masseuse's outfits. Becky and I settled on this short, silk robes that left most of our thighs bare and were tied lose, half-hanging open. Becky in her pastel-blue was stunning, her tits almost falling out as she moved, naked and swaying. I went with a soft pink, something to contrast my black hair.

Veronica waited in the employee breakroom, a Black woman with coffee-cream skin and beaded braids. She sat legs crossed in jeans and a nice, scoop-neck blouse with ruffled sleeves. She grinned at us, lips plump.

Cock-sucking lips.

“Ms. Becky and Ms. Simone,” she said, standing up.

“Why, ain't you just the cutest thang,” Becky said, rushing over and giving her a tight hug. “You're hired, sugar.”

“Becky,” I groaned. “We agreed to have an interview. To make sure she's a good fit for what we do here.”

“I was top of my class at Seattle TECHniCICAL's massage program,” the woman said, rocked in my girlfriend's embrace. Her cheeks grew darker. 

“See,” Becky said. “She's perfect, darlin'.” 

“We'll see,” I said. “Remember what we talked about. We do this properly. We want only the most dedicated.”

“I'm very dedicated,” Veronica added. “I'm hard-worker. I don't mind the hours or being on my feet. I was a cocktail waitress through my schooling. I'm used to it.”

“And this is far, far more pleasant work, sugar,” Becky said. “You'll enjoy it more than a coonhound humpin' his master's a leg.”

Both Veronica and I gave Becky strange looks. The things that popped out of her mouth.

“Well, let's go to a massage room and you can give me one,” I said. “And you don't have a problem with nudity?”

“Well, no, not with female clients,” Veronica said. “But I'd expect a guy to keep covered up.”

“We don't take male customers. Only women. So that won't be a problem.”

“Okay. I mean, if she wants to be naked. But a towel's fine, too.”

“Oh, we don't got any towels,” Becky laughed as we left the break room and headed to the next door in the hallway. “We give full body massages here, sugar. They'd just be in the way. Plus we pamper our clients.”

“Well, I'd hope so. Your exterior's kinda skivvy, but inside this place looks high-end.”

“Only location we could get with a basement,” I said. “But we're sure the service we provide we'll make up for that. Our existing clientèle is very good about advertising to their friends. They all want them to experience our...delights.”

Becky gave a wicked laugh while I threw open the door to the massage room. It was a small room, cabinets beneath a counter holding supplies, a massage table in the center, white with a cutout for the customer to put their head in while lying facedown. 

“So first off, you'll undress the customer,” Becky said. “All part of the pamperin' and treatin' them like queens. Gettin' them in the mood for what's to come.”

“Really?” Veronica arched an eyebrow. “And they're fine with it?”

I gave Becky a look. Her blue eyes smoldered. “Maybe we should demonstrate.”

“I reckon we should, darlin'.” Becky unbelted her robe and slipped out of her clothing.

Veronica's eyes widened at the curvy appearance of my girlfriend. The Black woman beaded braids clacked as her head jerked away to look at me. Just in time to see my smaller breasts come into sight, my lavender room sliding off my body. I shivered at the feel of silk, my clit begging to become a futa-cock.

But I controlled her.

Becky and I advanced on her, a trembling gazelle about to be feasted upon. I licked my lips, nipples hard, my pussy growing juicy. Veronica shivered, swallowing. She let out a gasp when Becky touched her hip, fingering the hem of her bra.

“Now just relax, sugar. We ain't gonna bight.” Becky paused. “Much.”

“We're just going to get you in the mood,” I told her, grasping the hem of her blouse from the other side. Together, Becky and I slid the garment up her skin. I let my knuckles graze her coffee-brown belly, flat and lovely.

“The mood for what?” Veronica asked, her hips shifting. “Just what type of massage parlor is this.”

“A futanari massage parlor,” I purred, pulling up her blouse higher and higher. Her bra came into sight, leopard print and cupping her round breasts. I shivered, licking my lips. “Just relax and let us get you ready.”

“Don't you want to be pampered and treated like a queen for once, sugar?” Becky purred.

Veronica just licked her lips. Then she raised her arms, letting us take off her top. We pulled it past her clanking beads. They rattled and swayed. I folded her top, taking it to a bin on the counter and setting it in with care. Becky ran her ivory finger around Veronica's dark stomach, circling her bellybutton.

Veronica swallowed, her eyes a little wild. She stared at my jiggling tits as I swayed back to them, moving behind her. I pressed into her back, rubbing my nipples into her skin as I nuzzled at her neck. Not kissing her, but moving close to her flesh. To her ear.

“You want to get the customer excited for her massage,” I purred. “It's like foreplay.”

“Mmm, yes,” Becky moaned, pressing into her front, sandwiching her. “The more excited she is, the more relaxed she'll be.”

“And that's what we provide here. Relaxation.” My hands slid up her back, my nipples brushing the straps of her bra. I found the clasp, unhooking it.

Veronica whimpered as I pulled her straps off her shoulders, sliding it down her arm. The bra cups came away from her tits. I peeked around, smiling at my girlfriend's big pair of pale tits pressed into dark breasts.

“Ooh, you got such hard nipples,” Becky purred, her body undulating, rubbing their nipples together.

My clit throbbed, almost sprouting into a futa-dick. But I didn't let it.

“Mmm,” I purred after setting her bra in the container. “Now we just need to get off the pesky jeans.”

“Oh, god,” Veronica moaned as Becky slid down her body, dragging those big tits past Veronica's stomach to her jeans. A fly snapped. A zipper rasped. “What have you two done to me. I'm so...” She cut off, cheeks growing even darker.

“Wet,” Becky moaned. She inhaled. “Oh, sugar, don't you just smell delicious.”

I knelt beside Becky, staring at the pair of leopard print panties peeking through the open fly. I inhaled, loving the smell of spicy pussy. I grinned up at her, my hands tugging down the jeans. Becky joined me, our fingers stroking her thighs as we did, sliding up and down them, letting her feel the sensual brush.

Her breasts swayed above us. Her beaded braids clacked and clattered. She let out a whimpering moan, shuddering as she grew hotter and hotter. I loved it. I licked my lips as she stared down at us with brown eyes, her tight jeans sliding farther and farther down her thighs.

I lifted her right foot just enough to take off her flats, stroking her foot through her cute ankle socks. She shuddered then gasped as I peeled her sock off next. My fingers stroked the bottom soles of her feet up to her wiggling toes.