This is a story of forced lesbian sex; if this offends you in any way do not continue. Also, this is of a VERY Sexual and graphic nature, and NOT to be viewed by anyone under 18 years old.
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Brittany hadn't had her nails done in a very long time and was in the mood to be pampered. Her roommate Monica told her to go to Caramel Complexion, a swanky spa in LA ran by her cousins. Brittany had met Monica's cousins before; 3 gorgeous Latina women in their late 20's named Isabel, Marisol, and Lucia. "Thanks for telling me Monica, I haven't gotten my hair or nails done since I moved here." Brittany called and made an appointment for the next day. She was so excited, she decided to get a pedicure and also splurge for a facial; she moved to LA from Kansas and didn't realize how stressful the city was going to be.
Brittany got to her appointment right on time and was greeted by a beautiful receptionist. "Hi Brittany, I'm Monique, welcome to Caramel Complexions. Isabel let me know she's going to work on you herself, she'll be right out, go ahead and have a seat." Brittany grabbed a Cosmo magazine and checked out the salon, she realized that she was the only white girl in the whole place, actually the only non-Latina. She thought that was a little weird but not too unusual, she knew a lot of Monica's friends were Hispanic and they all came here. She started reading an article in Cosmo about the different kinds of orgasms when she heard her name, she looked up and saw Isabel. "Hi Brittany, it is so great to see you again! We're so excited that Monica referred you; hopefully we'll see you here on a regular basis. Come with me, let's start with your pedicure." She led her to the back of the front room, where all the massage chairs were located, and Brittany realized that she had chosen the wrong outfit to wear. She was dressed in a short jean skirt that showed her long tanned legs and a tank top that revealed quite a bit of her 34 C chest, which would be shown at a very awkward angle in this high pedicure chair. But she stepped up and into the chair and tried to cross her legs in the most modest way possible, hoping Isabel wouldn't be offended or uncomfortable.
Isabel showed no signs of even noticing the short skirt and began scrubbing Brittany's legs and feet, and Brittany was too relaxed to care about it anymore. It made her care even less that Isabel was wearing a skirt and you could actually see the red panties she was wearing! But it is a spa, and there were only girls there so it wasn't a huge deal. Before Brittany knew it Isabel was finishing up with the lotion on her feet and legs, and it must've been her imagination but her hands were going a lot higher on her legs than they needed to in a pedicure. It felt so good but also made her feel uncomfortable in her short skirt again. Finally Isabel let her know that the pedicure was finished. "Do you like the color? It's one of our favorites here; it's called luscious lips pink. So Marisol is going to prep you for your facial, and then either Lucia or I will finish up on you."
This time Brittany was led through a hallway and up stairs to the 2nd floor of the spa, and into a private room. Marisol was sitting on a stool with what looked like facial instruments on the counter and when she saw Brittany she got up and gave her a hug. Marisol was a very sexy woman with full D boobs, a tiny waist, and very large hips with a big butt to match. She held Brittany in what seemed like a very long hug and squeezed her so tight that Brittany could feel every curve pressing against her. She finally let her go and directed her to lie on the massage table while she steamed the facial cloths. Isabel excused herself and told Marisol to give her the "special treatment". Marisol took the steam cloths and laid them over Brittany's face, neck, and arms and stood by Brittany's head. She leaned over Brittany and rubbed her arms up and down through the cloths, as she leaned farther over Brittany felt something pressing into her face. It took her a second to realize that the pressure was Marisol's breasts resting on her face! She was so mortified she couldn't speak, she even forgot to breath; she was so nervous about the situation and the embarrassment that would follow once Marisol realized what happened. She thought Marisol must've realized what happened when she made a throaty sound and the weight from her breasts disappeared, along with the touch on her arms. Brittany waited for a moment, considered saying something to reassure Marisol that she wasn't mad, and then she felt the cloths being lifted. The last to come off was the one covering her face and as soon as she had taken one breath the weight was there again! But this time, it was bare skin, Brittany opened her eyes and saw that Marisol had taken her shirt off and had pressed her nipple to Brittany's mouth. Brittany was so shocked her mouth popped open, "OH!", and Marisol slid her nipple into Brittany's open mouth.
"Oh yeah Brittany, we knew you were a little slut the first time we met you, I'm so glad you came in today. C'mon, lick that nipple. Don't be dumb bitch, you know you want to suck on these tit's you look at them every time you see me!" Marisol lifted her breast to hear Brittany's reply on why she wasn't doing anything and Brittany said "Oh my gosh Marisol I'm not gay, please, stop! I don't know what you're talking about; I've never liked or been with girls!" That was all she got out because Marisol pressed both of her breasts back down on her face, and squeezed them together.
