Models: Ana Foxxx, Violet Starr & Skye Blue
As usual, the atmosphere of Sara’s massage parlour was one of intoxicating pleasure. Soft moans drifted lazily through the air, seeping from the lips of her clients as her skilful hands worked over their bodies squeezing and kneading all the while. Their breath came in shallow gasps and they had long since abandoned their nerves, the erotic experience smoothing over any reservations they might have had and sinking them into a state of sensual bliss.
Out of the two naked beauties spread out on Sara’s beds, Dionne was the most vocal. At first she had tried to bite back the pleasure, but now the lithe black woman groaned freely and shuddered as Sara massaged the last of the oil into her ass. And when the oil’s magical effects caused her cheeks to inflate in Sara’s grasp, Dionne’s groan crumbled into a gasping whimper.
‘That feels like… like…’
‘Like an orgasm without the comedown,’ Elle finished for her friend.
Elle was laid out on the opposite bed, her eyes closed as she savoured the arousal infused through her body by the oil. Her plump ass still bore the dull sheen where Sara had rubbed in the fluid, as did the fat tits currently squashed beneath her against the bed’s leather padding. Hair so brown it was almost black splayed over her back and her softly tanned flesh contrasted almost as starkly with the black of the bed as Sara’s hands did against Dionne’s dark skin.
‘Yes,’ Dionne agreed. She squirmed slightly as the masseuse applied the final touch: running a finger along Dionne’s spine, Sara pressed down just enough to emphasise the indentation a fraction more.
With that she stood back and admired her creations.
Both Dionne and Elle were unrecognisable from the women they had been just an hour earlier. Elle’s formerly dumpy figure was now a thing of salacious lines complete with fat tits and even fatter ass, her once dull features reworked into a sultry visage capable of reducing anybody to putty in her hands with a single wink. Dionne, meanwhile, was a far cry from the anxious waif of a thing she used to be. Where once there had been bony limbs and a face pinched with perpetual nerves, now she was soft and supple and pretty, her delicious physique as enticing as a secret fantasy and her innocent eyes painfully tempting to get lost in.
All in all, Sara’s magic oil had once again helped her conjure up two absolute bombshells, and she could not deny that Dionne and Elle were undoubtedly amongst her best work.
Still, she was momentarily confused when neither woman made any attempt to rise. Then realisation sank in.
‘Oh, right, I forgot, this is your first time isn’t it?’
Her clients said nothing, but Elle nodded slowly and gave a mumble of confirmation while continuing to bask in the lingering echoes of her transformation.
‘Well in that case, I would be perfectly happy to help you… get to grips with your new bodies, shall we say. You’re my last bookings of the day and I’m always keen to maintain customer satisfaction. Is that something you ladies might be interested in?’
‘Yes please,’ breathed Dionne.
‘As you wish,’ Sara smiled.
With that she set to work. Rounding Dionne’s bed, she crouched down to unlock the wheels on the bottom of each foot. Once she had rolled it sideways against Elle’s bed, Sara promptly locked them again before rising to her feet and disrobing. In a few seconds her sports bra and spandex shorts were stashed neatly in the cupboard under the sink behind her, at which point she eased herself up to join her clients.
Straddling the divide between the beds, Sara felt something unlock within her.
In her line of work it paid not to get too attached to one’s patrons. After all, when you were moulding smoking hot stunners on a daily basis, falling for your own creations was a major distraction. As such, she had learned to push her arousal to the side and maintain professionalism at all times. However, when the opportunity to indulge herself arose she was smart enough to seize it before it passed by.
This was one such opportunity and so, allowing herself a small smirk, Sara uncaged her desire.
Dionne and Elle let out a united groan as Sara probed their pussies. The remaining oil on her hands combined with her clients’ glistening wetness provided all the lubrication she needed to slide in to the knuckle, her other digits splayed out across their warm asses.
‘You might not know this, but there are a few perks to the transformations I provide. For instance, until the effects wear off any pleasure you experience will feel rather more intense than in your original forms. Even a single finger inside you feels like… well, I’d imagine words don’t do it justice, do they?’
‘No.’ Dionne’s reply was a gasping whimper.
Sara chuckled. Settling into a soft rhythm, she simply allowed her clients to savour the sensations of their new bodies. And though her own horniness was beginning to build, for now she was happy to enjoy the distinct differences between their responses.
Turned away so her hair hung down over the edge of the bed, Dionne’s breath came in shallow staccato gasps that made it sound as if she was panting. Her moans were erratic and fleeting, bursting out of her when she could no longer hold them back, and her entire body trembled faintly. Though she did not move her hips the constant quivering told the masseuse that Dionne was desperately fighting the urge to grind against her finger. Sara had the distinct impression that the woman’s transformation had unearthed something from deep within her soul – something needy and sordid Dionne herself hadn’t even known was there – and it was taking all her effort to hold it back.
Like her friend Elle had twisted around to the side, but that was where the similarities ended. Rather than keeping her eyes closed, she peered over her shoulder to watch Sara’s bobbing hand, and she certainly did move her hips, moaning freely as she took the masseuse’s digit as deep as she was able. There was no tension in her movements, only contented desire, and it was perfectly clear that Elle was not only accepting of her new body but relishing it. Elle’s inner passion had clearly been residing much closer to the surface than Dionne’s, and all the transformation had done was brush off the surface layers to reveal it.
In truth, Sara had known full well how each woman would react. From the moment they arrived it had been obvious that the magic massage was Elle’s idea. Sara had seen it countless times before: some shy girl gets kicked to the curb by her boyfriend, then to get over the breakup one of her friends suggests a magical glow-up. Almost invariably the heartbroken one would protest that she just needed some time alone (a complaint Dionne had voiced multiple times before the session began), but experience had taught Sara that the shyer the girl, the stronger the secret naughtiness hiding deep down, and the more desperate for release she was even if she didn’t realise it until the transformation was complete.
Based on the signs so far, it seemed that Dionne was going to meet Sara’s expectations perfectly.
Then again, the other thing her job had taught her was that there’s always room to be surprised.
Sara gasped as Dionne and Elle pounced in unison.
Pushing her up onto her knees, they took her body in soft hands and wasted no time in latching onto her exposed tits. With Elle suckling on her left tit and Dionne feeding on her right, Sara was abruptly flooded with pleasure, erotic heat flaring through her torso with each swirl of their tongues over her sensitive nipples. The warmth of their caressing fingers was similarly delightful, and Sara was soon forced to lift her hands to stroke their silky hair as a way to ground herself amidst the sapphic bliss singing through her insides.
Once again there was a distinct difference between the two women, though this time the contrast went against Sara’s expectations.
Usually the shy ones were gradually possessed by their freshly unearthed nymphomania, but Dionne broke from the norm. Rather than becoming wild and naughty, she instead settled into a state of calm sensuality. Closing her eyes, she seemed to let her brain switch off as instinct drove her to feed on Sara’s tit, and though there was an obvious neediness fuelling her desire she never allowed it to cripple her. Part of Sara wondered if maybe the rational, logical mind of the former nerd was still in control and telling her to pace herself or risk exhausting Sara too quickly.
Then again, it seemed far more likely that arousal had drained her brain and she was simply following Elle’s lead. The Latina beauty moved more deliberately than her friend: one hand cupped Sara’s tit, the other groped the flesh of her ass, and when the masseuse glanced down she found Elle’s eyes fixed on her face. Clearly the buxom slut was more focused on whipping up Sara’s desire, and her efforts were certainly paying off. Sara’s pussy was soon glistening and she could not help but squirm as her imagination began to run away with visions of all the sordid things they could do together.
Still, despite the doting attention of her clients, for Sara the hottest turn on was the knowledge she had moulded them with her own hands. The lingering sensation of their bodies morphing beneath her palms was intoxicating: Dionne’s ass and thighs inflating, soft flesh layering over her bony joints, short hair unfurling into long midnight waves; Elle’s stumpy legs extending, tissues shifting to fill out her hips and plump her tits, acne and blemishes fading away.
And throughout it all the entirely unique pleasure of the magic oil soaking her skin. She did not have words for the erotic thrill the oil sent through her soul as it channelled the images in her mind’s eye directly into the bodies of her clients, reshaping them as easily as clay on the wheel of a master potter. The oil was her own special brew and over the years she had refined it until the results were frighteningly accurate. Indeed, once she was finished her clients looked like they had stepped right out of Sara’s own thoughts and into reality – she was an artist and they were her canvas. Having such intimate control over the transformation process was always arousing, though never was Sara more enamoured with her sordid creations than when they were using her body to indulge their desires.
Even so, that arrangement went both ways, and soon enough Sara found herself eager to satisfy some desires of her own.
‘I wonder how loud you can make your friend moan with that pretty tongue.’
That one sentence was all it took for Sara to entice Elle into shifting her attention to Dionne. Urgently tugging Dionne off Sara’s tit she pressed the black beauty down into a reclined position before spreading her legs, sinking down onto her front, and setting to work lapping hungrily at her friend’s twinkling sex.
Sara, meanwhile, did exactly the same for Elle.
Almost immediately the beds were trembling. With her hips lifted on one of the padded bolster cushions and her torso partially raised, Dionne’s horny shaking juddered down her spine and into the beds like the vibrations of a tuning fork. At first her breath came in short gasps, then whimpering groans, then out and out moans that hung in the air fuelling the lust of all three women.
Yet again, Elle’s response was markedly different. Apparently descending into a state of impish glee she giggled into Dionne’s sex while simultaneously rubbing her own against Sara’s face, needy for more.
By now even the masseuse was starting to succumb to her inner slut. Though it was not uncommon for her to spend a little extra time helping new clients adapt to their transformations, it was rare that she had the chance to fuck two at once. Usually when supportive friends like Elle convinced their broken-hearted besties to pay Sara a visit they only came along as encouragement, not to share in the transformation. And while Sara could just about control herself when faced with one newly minted slut, the opportunity to double the fun dissolved all her self-restraint.
As such, while she slowly lost herself to the addictive taste of Elle’s wet cunt, Sara’s mind was alight with deviant ideas. From time to time she allowed herself to invite clients back to her place, and she suspected both Dionne and Elle would be more than happy to add another two notches to her bedpost. Better yet, tomorrow was Sara’s day off, so if they were willing to stick around they could spend the entire day succumbing to their shameless sapphic cravings.
But beyond that there was always more fun to be had. After all, the oil’s effects only lasted about a month, and it was already clear that both women would be returning regularly for a transformation top-up. Yet that didn’t mean Sara had to shape their bodies the same way every time. With her magic touch the only limit was her imagination. She could already envisage Dionne as a stacked bombshell – tall, leggy and thicc as fuck. At the same time Elle’s deviant streak would surely be even hotter in the form of a petite, rambunctious pocket rocket. Some of Sara’s clients even came in with requests, and though the masseuse wasn’t sure if Dionne would ever be that bold, she suspected Elle would have more than enough suggestions for the both of them.
Either way, given how suggestible both sluts were, Sara knew she’d have no issue convincing them to experiment. For now though, that suggestibility could be put to better uses.
‘You know Elle, I think Dionne looks kind of thirsty. Don’t you think a taste of your pussy juices would do her some good?’
Elle did not respond verbally. Instead she dragged Dionne to the middle of the combined bed, inadvertently pulling the cushion along with her. The motion yanked Dionne’s hands from beneath her, causing her to slump down onto her back, but before she could rise up again Elle had straddled her face and was pinning her head down with her crotch. Instantly desperate, Dionne’s hands flew up to grope her friend’s ass as she suckled frantically on Elle’s addictive pussy.
Distracted as she was, Dionne didn’t notice Sara moving into position before it was too late. Only when the masseuse was passionately scissoring her did she realise her vulnerability, but by then orgasmia had engulfed her and she was moaning into Elle’s folds.
Raising Dionne’s leg up onto her chest, Sara rocked and rolled her hips with increasing zeal. This wasn’t how she had expected her evening to go, but she certainly wasn’t about to complain. Besides, Sara had always prided herself on providing excellent customer service – and based on the symphony of ecstasy filling the room, it was very clear that her latest corrupted clients would be leaving her a glowing review…
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