An employee led Sara down the hall of the futas only massage parlor and through one of the many doors. It was a small room with nothing but a massage table and a side door in it. "I'll leave you to get undressed while I go get some more oil, I ran out during my last appointment," said the employee before walking back out the door. Her name tag had 'Gabriella' on it.
Sara felt her dick give a small throb as she undressed. The feeling of full nudity outside of her own home was uncomfortable, yet freeing somehow. She kicked the small pile of clothes away from the massage table by a few feet before she climbed onto it. It became clear why the form she had filled out in the lobby required the measurements of her endowment. A large hole lay almost halfway down the table, big enough to slip herself into. It lacked the cushioning and oblong shape that the face hole had.
"Probably so I don't squash myself," she thought. She lowered her grapefruit-sized nuts down first. She had to go one by one, otherwise they wouldn't have fit. Once her sack was through, she fed her cock through the hole until both hung majestically from the bottom of the table.
Gabriella opened the door and walked back in holding a container of olive oil. "Alright Sara, let's do thi-woah..." she said as she caught sight of Sara's bitchbreaker hanging menacingly. Her mouth watered. "I thought your form was exaggerating about your, um, size." Sara refused to pick her head up off of the table. Had she not been blinded by shame, she would have seen something throb through the employee's pants.
With a quick flick of the cap, Gabriella upended the bottle and started to pour oil on the monstrously hung girl on the table below her. Once done, she set the bottle down on the table and began to spread the oil around.
Sara's body was left shiny and slick when the employee's hands began the massage. Sara melted at her touch. As a first time consumer, she was shocked at just how good it really felt.
Though the rest of her body was on cloud nine, Sara's horsecock ached and trembled. Two feet of solid rock, begging for the same treatment her body was receiving. It had begun to leak, drops of precum stretching off the slit on her tip before falling to the ground below. A small puddle was forming. She prayed that she was just imagining the sound of each drip. Had she bothered to look up, the bulge in the employee's pants would have confirmed her fears.
Gabriella was just as horny as her customer. She couldn't get that massive breeder below off of her mind. She wanted to watch as it dripped pure liquid virility, to trace the veins along its shaft, to have it stretch her insides until she was catatonic. Her own much smaller cock was tenting her pant leg, while her pussy clenched and moistened. While trying to work out a particularly tough knot in the girl's back, she accidentally rubbed her cock up against the customer's arm. She froze, waiting for her to say something. All she received in response was a moan for her work, so Gabriella went back to it, letting her cock rub against her arm more aggressively.
Sara thought back to some advice her sister had given her about sex. "Just go for it," she had said. "You gotta stop being so afraid you loser." Feeling empowered, she bent her forearm upwards and grabbed the employee's cock. The other futa froze for a second before resuming her work. Her hips started move more than was necessary, humping Sara's hand through her work pants.
