Black Tricky Massage Parlor

Holly was unusually comfortable in just her underwear with Samantha. They were in a warm, windowless room with an unusual incense scent wafting throughout. She supposed it was to be expected for a massage room. It was her first time getting a massage, and against her better judgment, she had invited Samantha to come along to make sure things went smoothly. Surely they'd have some safety in numbers. Though Holly could feel Samantha's gaze roving over her stacked body, it didn't bother her like it usually did.

Holly had a weird love-hate relationship with her body. She was aware that her massive tits were a reason for her comfortable lifestyle as an influencer, but she also hated them being leered at. She had a perfectly pretty face, thank you very much. And as much as she loved her friends, even they weren't immune to some disrespectful staring.

What Samantha was doing right now would have normally fallen under the purview of leering, but somehow Holly didn't mind. Their friendship had shifted in the past year into something strange and uncomfortable. They both knew Samantha had developed feelings, but they also both knew Holly wasn't interested. Once innocent touches became charged and lines were blurred. Of course, Holly wasn't going to bring it up if Samantha didn't and vice versa. Holly loved Samantha, but she had seen enough of her friend's issues to want to maintain a comfortable distance. It was the tale of two socially awkward losers with completely stacked bodies dancing around their issues. It had probably been a bad idea to invite the friend she was trying hard to friend zone to a couples massage, but the past was in the past.

The two voluptuous girls, now only dressed in their panties, settled under the sheets. The email did say that almost all the massaging would be done with as much respectful privacy as possible.

As soon as their bodies laid flat on the beds, the pair of masseurs came through the door. A pair of bulky men dressed in crisp white scrubs that contrasted sharply with their dark skin immediately set to work. Without words, they began to prepare their oils.

Samantha and Holly gave equal moans of satisfaction as hot oiled hands rubbed at the arches of their feet. Their massage had been advertised as a mystical experience with roots in tribal African practices, but Holly hadn't expected it to be so good so soon.

As baby-smooth hands rubbed the balls of her feet, she could hear Samantha's moans reach a higher pitch. Ordinarily, she would assume such a sound was from a girl's shitty porn acting, but it felt natural here. Hell, she was tempted to join her.

Holly could feel knots of tension being undone with every firm touch. Worries exited her mind and were replaced by mindless bliss. The two masseurs worked in near perfect synchronization, pressuring both girls into matched whimpers and gasps. Their hands worked tirelessly to take care of strained back muscles and the like. Quickly and efficiently, the kinks were being worked out from the back. Once the masseur had undid the last of the tension at the base of her neck, she knew what to do. Under the sheets, Holly and Samantha turned around without being told. The masseurs hadn't said a word, but it wasn't like they needed to.

By the time the masseurs were nearly done with their fronts, Holly felt like there were stinging needles of pain in her core and breasts. Her panties felt painfully rough as if cotton had become sandpaper. The rest of her body felt weightless and blissful, but those neglected areas almost hurt from being ignored. It was hot under the sheet, almost painfully so. As she saw the masseurs rise to wipe the oils off their hands, she could see Samantha in the corner of her eye squirming with need.

"Please rub my boobs and pussy!" Samantha begged.

The masseurs turned around in unison. Without a change in expression, they turned around and walked back into position. Holly's masseuse looked at her, question unspoken. Eagerly, Holly nodded.

In a single dramatic motion, both masseurs pulled the sheets off their respective clients with a flourish. As the masseurs tugged at their panties, both girls eagerly lifted their hips to help.

Now, with 90% of her body feeling lighter than air, the nudity didn't bother her at all. Though she could tell there was a hunger in the eyes of her masseur, she welcomed it. It was only right that someone who made her feel so good felt some satisfaction in turn. Holly's mind floated away as the first bit of oil drizzled on top of her sensitive nipple. Hearing Samantha's moans wasn't a surprise, it was expected at this point.

The two girls moaned like pornstars as talented fingers rubbed oils deeper into their breast tissue. The masseurs skillfully kneaded and manipulated the huge tits, spoiling them with attention. As they pulled at the massive mammaries, they let their grips slacken. Heavy flesh slid through their hands slowly until their fingers were pulling at the nipples. Sharp nails dug into the buds supporting all that weight.

Samantha and Holly cried in abject bliss as their nipples were pinched. There was only one part of her left that had yet to be touched. Though the masseurs hadn't rubbed oil there yet, it was still slick with need. As the masseuses let go of the tips in unison, 2 pairs of wondrous breasts fell and bounced from gravity's clutches.

When the hands trailed lower, down her tummy and lower, Holly was desperate for relief. All the pain and aches of her body felt like they had been pushed inward towards her center. Her pussy dripped with need. It was like the rest of her had died and went to heaven but her core was still on Earth, neglected by the rapturous oils and hands.

The two girls practically sang with joy when their respective masseurs dropped lukewarm oil onto their petals. They were nearly brought to tears by mere touches and wipes. Huge digits expertly rolled around the hypersensitive skin near her opening, sending relief up her spine. Still, she wanted more. The fire was now concentrated in her lower belly, directly below her navel. A massive finger slid past her folds, bringing unbelievable pleasure, but still only pushing the pressure deeper.

"Your fingers, they can't reach that deep-" she said mournfully.

"Is that so?" her masseuse replied.

It was the first time she really noticed what the masseuses looked like. They were both bald, bulky, but clean. They were both beautiful in the same way, but hardly similar enough to be siblings. Her masseuse's voice was a rich chocolate. His skin was a deep earthen tone.

In perfect unison, the two masseuses dropped their pants. Raging hard black cocks emerged, practically springing to life in front of her eyes. These weren't only masseuses, they were also impossibly hot studs. They weren't identical cocks, as Holly was pleased to notice her masseuse had the larger and thicker cock. There was a strange part of her brain letting her know it was an honor to take a bigger cock, and it was a perverse pleasure to get one over Samantha.

"Your deepest depths can only be massaged by our special techniques, would you like that?"

Samantha and Holly didn't even hesitate to spread their legs. Somehow, they both knew they needed to hook their arms under their knees and wait for the studs to climb on top of them.

Holly was in awe of the black pinnacle of masculinity above her. She had to tilt her head all the way up to see his face because of their size difference, but she loved the view. From here, his long eyelashes and puffy lips were accentuated. If she could speak, she would be singing his praises.

All thoughts in her head were vaporized the moment the head of cock pushed through her lower lips. If she thought their hands felt heavenly on her back and body, she was sorely mistaken. The way the fat black cock was splitting her open was transcendent. It was transformative. As her brain leaked out of her sopping wet pussy, she was being born anew. She wanted to be the wife of this cock, but wife would be too pedestrian of a term. Many women were wives. She wanted to devote herself wholly and utterly.

Holly was clearly too insensate to notice Samantha's equal metamorphosis from a depressed waif to a black-addicted nymph.

Holly was so wet and eager that the first insertion was able to sink all the way to her cervix with one glacial push. It stayed there for a moment as she felt her world twist on its axis completely. Regardless of what happened after, she would never be the same.

The first time her stud withdrew, it was as if a void was created in his wake. All of the earthly sufferings seemed to fill the space he left behind. Feebly, her legs locked around his back but they did nothing against his immense might. There was a primal fear that she was in the presence of a much stronger being. The way he had been rubbing her skin and massaging her muscles had not been a display of his strength, but a display of his incredible control over his body. It was a moment of panic before her body did what it had been conditioned to do from millennia of breeding.

She submitted. Her legs fell limply to the bed with no intent of impeding his process. Her breath evened out as she realized her place. She was meant to be underneath him.

The second thrust downward was faster. When she surrendered herself, she realized she was having sex. It didn't matter anymore. If this awesome god wanted to mate with her, she would gladly take his seed. Stars burst in her vision when she felt the black dick reach into her deepest depths. Somehow, the fire had retreated even higher, settling into what she knew was her womb.

She was completely confident her masseur would break in there. In fact, she would hold the doors open if she could. Nothing would have filled her with more joy than just being able to take his seed in her most intimate place.

Her hands gripped the undersides of her thighs tighter. Her head lolled back as she was overwhelmed yet again by the breeding. A small part of her was afraid of falling, but the rest of her just wanted to surrender. The thrusts went in deeper and with more force. Yet still she did not feel the man's hips on hers. She could tell that he had not yet sunk his full length, so she hung onto consciousness. It was her duty, nay, her destiny to be filled up by his god cock.

The two girls were moaning openly and appreciatively now. Holly couldn't imagine hiding her appreciation from the black bull that was slamming into her and making her feel so

good

. She could feel the last bit of tension in her body begin to unfurl. Her release was right around the corner, she could just tell.

Higher and higher, the pleasures began to soar. She was no longer floating, she was being lifted off the ground and accelerating. Steady thrusts were sending shivers up and down her body. Finally, it happened. The tight ring of flesh inside of her pussy was split open by the continuous pounding. Her cervix had been penetrated. Hips slapped against hips in a victory celebration.

Holly's eyes rolled so far back in her skull she saw galaxies. She was filled with unearthly ecstasies, both divine and sinful. Arousal had completely turned her into a bitch in heat, but even that was too weak a description. There was not a single fiber of Holly's being that could have resisted this cock right now.

She didn't know how long it took for her to come to, but it probably wasn't a long time considering her hands were still holding her legs apart and the black breedpole was still at full length. The insides of her legs were sticky, and it was clear why. He was on his knees, leaning over her. Most of her mind was focused on getting that fuckstick back inside of her, but a tiny portion was wondering what that noise was.

It was Samantha, wailing as her black bull was coring her out and making her moan like a whore. With that worry out of her mind, Holly gave her best sultry smile to the masseur. Her breath hitched when his cock touched her sensitive flower. Despite the additional wetness, her pussy posed no challenge to the invading rod. There was a certain feeling of rightness as she saw his dark flesh contrast with her pale skin, a certain rightness that she was pinned underneath his superior body. It was a privilege for her to service him, even if they hadn't started out that way. Her cunt was gripping his length, desperate to eke out even a drop of pre-cum.

She, in her bones, knew that she was failing. Something was telling her she needed to be better, endure more, to have just a drop of his seed. Focusing all her efforts, she gripped him and massaged his length, clenching her insides together.

It was shocking how much more sensitive she was when she was forcing her walls to scrape on his thick veins and smooth cockhead, but she persisted. All the fuzzy pleasures could wait until she was able to milk him just once.

"Please, master, give me your superior seed! My Asian womb needs it!" She was staring directly into his dark eyes, beseeching with every moan and whimper. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she was showered with so much, yet she could give him nothing. It wasn't fair that she had taken so much, yet she wanted more.

She was clenching with all her might, it was just messing her up more than making any progress. It would be unbearable if she passed out before he came even once. Every other muscle in her body had seemingly frozen in place as she had focused all her efforts into her pussy, but she had an idea. It was an out-of-body situation where she was able to get each of her fingers on her right hand to release their grip on her thigh. She had hardly recognized where she was, where her limbs were, the sensation of the bull's black cock was blotting it all out. Still, she found her hand free. She reached out to the masseur on top of her, and put the hand to his chest above his heart.

The expression of pure devotion in her eyes undid him. There was the sound of liquid churning like a machine coming to life before Holly felt full, full, and fuller. Semen burst from his mighty bitchbreaker with the force of a fire hose. Individual streams of cum became tiny pinpricks of pleasure against the walls of her womb. She could feel her stomach bloat with the fullness for a moment before it began to slide back out. The loss of some of, any of, this wonderful cum was enough to make her sob from despair. It was only the comfort of her bull burying his face in the crook of her neck, and the solid weight of his body on hers, that let her unwind for a second release.

Once again, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her throat let out a hoarse scream, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth stupidly. Cum was washing out from the sides of her pussy, soaking the table underneath, but she was far too gone to care.

It didn't stop. The black stud was insatiable; slamming her to the brim with growing intensity. Every climax brought her to a new world of bliss. She had long ago lost control, and she was just riding the highs from every stroke. When the masseuse wanted her to change positions, Holly moved without a thought. On jelly-like limbs, she was turned this way and that, all to take a black stranger's cock. Of course, it didn't matter what she was doing, all that mattered was getting impaled by an obsidian breedpole over and over again.

The bull's control was slipping as well. Thrusts that were once rhythmic as clockwork started to become erratic. Quiet grunts emerged from his mouth as the marathon of pounding chipped at his energy. The second, third, and fourth orgasms came easier, but with less vigor. An inhuman amount of cum was pumped into her tummy every time, but the jetlike force from the first climax was gone.

Eventually, it was only languid strokes stirring her up from behind. Awareness returned to her in bits and pieces as the black cock spreading her open was no longer the epicenter of her universe. Flooded by cum and passion, Holly could barely resist the sight of Samantha in front of her. Her friend's thicker body was rippling with every thrust. Her breasts bounced beautifully as every pump was clearly ruining her. They were facing each other, both on their hands and knees as black studs massaged their pussies. Holly's world had shattered, so much so that now she found it easy, natural even, to push her head out for a kiss.

The first peck caught Samantha by surprise. The second was answered aggressively. Samantha and Holly's lips smacked one another like their asses were getting smacked. The girls got closer to one another, leaning into the kiss harder. Their hands clasped, supporting one another as twin orgasms ripped through their supple bodies. It felt right, to have the soft flesh of a woman on one side and the hard pounding of a man on the other.

Of course Samantha and Holly kept going back to the massage parlor. Despite their most impassioned pleas, the masseurs refused to meet them anywhere else. It also made total sense to recommend it to all their nubile female friends without bringing up the sex. After all, getting dicked down by hung masseuses until they could barely move was normal for massages.

This time, the black bulls had spent all of 2 minutes rubbing oils onto their body before the two lovers were pinned underneath the huge studs and being pounded mercilessly. Hot sensations rippled through their bodies as they looked into each other's eyes lovingly. It was how things were supposed to be.