Talia is intrigued to discover that the back room at Bosphorus Rare Books has home furnishings in it: a coffee table in the shape of an ellipse, a sofa with pillows and a blanket on it, a minifridge, a microwave, a television set, and more. It's an apartment. Complete with decorations like potted plants and pictures on the walls and a small but ornate grandfather clock with built-in metronome. The bowls and plates strewn about leave little doubt Olivia is living here. It's a cramped space, but by the same token warm and comfy. The room is trapezoidal in shape. The ceiling on the side of the entryway is much lower to make way for the shop's second floor on the other side of the wall, while the ceiling opposite the entryway is much higher because it has the entire space to work with. Where the ceiling is higher, there's a black wrought-iron stepladder leading to a grated mezzanine. A study-desk and some bookshelves that must contain Olivia's personal collection are arranged up there. A closet-sized bathroom is tucked in one corner below the mezzanine, its door open to reveal the most economical use of the floorspace possible -- toilet, sink, and shower packed in with hardly any room betwixt.
The whole place reeks of sandalwood incense.
Olivia clears the coffee table off and lays a towel across it. "You can strip now!" She says.
Talia glances all around.
"Don't be shy," Olivia says. She strokes Talia's arm. "Massages are much more soothing in the nude. Trust me! I am a masseuse, after all!" When this fails to move Talia, she frowns with one side of her mouth. "Hm. Would you be more comfortable if I got naked, too?"
"Oh, certainly," Talia says.
Olivia follows through on her offer, unbuttoning her coat, peeling away her blouse, shimmying free of her pencil skirt. It's a cock-stirring sight for Talia. She watches Olivia getting undressed and appreciates the supple, almost fat softness of Olivia's body. Olivia's tits are nicely sized, not the ridiculous torpedos of a cow like Amelia, but certainly more than a mouthful. Her tummy seems nice and squishy, her thighs thick. She has a well-trimmed bush above her cunt. She's gorgeous. And she's absolutely unashamed to be naked in front of a virtual stranger like Talia.
"Now you," she says.
Talia sets her purse on a small table beside the sofa and gets naked, too. If Olivia is surprised to learn that Talia has a cock, it doesn't show. She just smiles at Talia in encouragement as Talia steps free of her thin top and skirt. Talia's cock, shaved and half erect, hangs between her legs, twitching a little, and threatening to go fully hard at the slightest touch.
"How about we shower first!" Olivia suggests. She leads Talia into the tiny bathroom, gets the water flowing, and beckons Talia to join her in the stall. There's barely enough room for the two of them, and Olivia has to press up against Talia's body for them both to fit. Talia is much shorter than Olivia, so that squeezed together like this, Olivia's wet tits are almost directly in Talia's face. Talia's cock presses against Olivia's thighs. Olivia doesn't seem to mind at all, even as Talia's cock starts to come to life.
Olivia uses some bodywash to soap them both up. Her hands run soft, lazy circles around Talia's front and back. She pauses to give Talia's ass a sumptuous squeeze, and plays her fingertips across Talia's balls from behind. She washes underneath them, and in between Talia's ass cheeks, too. This gentle, teasing attention has Talia's cock stiffening by the second. With an impish grin, Olivia grips Talia's cock loosely by the base, gives it a couple tugs to soap it up, and then rinses it clean. Then, flipping it up so the head is pointed at the ceiling, she traps it between their bodies, the tip of it pressing up into Olivia's soft belly.
"You're more excitable than I expected," Olivia giggles.
Talia, mouth dry, nods.
"Are you expecting something more than just a massage?"
"Are you?" Talia asks.
"Why don't you wash me off now?" Olivia offers. With some guidance, Olivia gets Talia to lather her up and wash her clean. Emboldened by Olivia's own boldness and teasing, Talia takes liberties. She feels Olivia up, enjoying the give of her butt and the heft of her breasts. She gropes Olivia all over and even cops a feel of Olivia's cunt. Olivia laughs and lets Talia's fingers do as they please. Talia grows bolder still. She juts her hips forward and rubs her cock on Olivia's tummy, dry humping her. The give of Olivia's soft belly makes Talia's hard cock practically sing in pleasure. When Talia, unable to resist the urge, begins to suckle on one of Olivia's nipples, Olivia yelps in surprise, and then dissolves into peals of delighted laughter. Then she reaches behind herself and shuts the shower off, saying "I think you're all clean now. Ready?"
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After they dry themselves off, Olivia has Talia lie prone on the towel-draped table. Since her cock is still hard, Talia chooses to flip it back and lie with the tip pointing towards her feet, so that she doesn't have to put her weight on it during the massage. She folds her arms and lies with her face resting atop like a pillow, eyes closed.
"This is sure to get you qi flowing," Olivia promises, kneading the balls of her palm across Talia's back. "It's a method of Shiatsu I picked up in Sapporo." Her thumbs press down on Talia's shoulder blades and turn in fast, hard circles. Talia grits her teeth and sighs. It hurts, but it feels kind of nice, too -- a pleasing pain.
Olivia opens a bottle of scented baby oil and drizzles a not-inconsiderable amount all over Talia's back. Talia's skin becomes shiny and slick and warmer than usual as Olivia's magic hands keep up their work.
Talia isn't expecting Olivia to get up on the table herself. She startles when Olivia straddles her, and goes breathless as Olivia rests her bare ass on her back. Olivia's entire weight, which has got to be close to beginning with the number 2, settles on Talia's much slighter frame. Olivia leans way forward, then, pushing down on Talia with both strong hands, forcing Talia's back to pop. Talia is caught between the sensation of her vertebrae being realigned, and the sensation of Olivia's cunt hair tickling her down by her tailbone. She tries not to make a sound, but can't help herself, grunting and sighing as Olivia the amateur chiropractor plies her trade.
As slippery as Talia's back is from the application of the baby oil, Olivia never seems to have a firm seat atop her, and her weight constantly shifts to and fro. This has the effect, maybe deliberate, of rubbing Olivia's pretty pussy all over Talia's skin.
"Oh my god," comes Amelia's voice from over by the doorway. "I can't believe you're really going to sleep with this person just to keep their business..." Talia tries to glance over her shoulder, but Olivia's body obscures her view of Amelia. Olivia winks, playful, before turning to face her girlfriend.
"I'm just giving her a massage."
"Naked?"
"It's more soothing that way. Don't you agree?"
Talia is acutely aware of her hard cock still on display, and can feel Amelia's staring eyes. But then, Amelia is no stranger to such surprises under the skirt. Talia has already felt Amelia's own monster, and has been thinking about it ever since.
Olivia spins through a full 180, sitting on Talia's back the opposite way. "Don't look at me like that. If you're so upset, come and help me serve our customer!"
"You're crazy," Amelia says.
Olivia leans forward and spreads Talia's ass open. Of Talia and Amelia, it's hard to say whose gasp is loudest. Olivia either doesn't notice or doesn't care. "Come on, Mel. I could use a hand!"
There's a palpable silence as Olivia crudely massages Talia's butt, keeping her spread and on display. Talia can still sense Amelia's presence, but Amelia gives no response, positive or negative. The terrycloth below Talia becomes sticky with her leaking precum, and her asshole winks involuntarily as if trying of its own accord to entice. Olivia, moving so far forward that she's practically lying belly-to-back with Talia, pulls Talia's butt as wide as she can and, without warning, begins to daintily lick Talia's anus. She darts her tongue in and out, raking only the tip of it back and forth across Talia's rear hole. It makes Talia writhe and whine a little. The feeling of Olivia's hardened nipples against her skin is an added pleasure for Talia.
When Talia lets out a particularly loud little moan of pleasure, Olivia says, "don't worry. This is all part of my technique..."
There's a rustling noise then, and approaching footsteps. Olivia stops rimming Talia, sits up straight, and lets out a low "hmm" of laughter. A second set of hands joins hers on Talia's back.
Olivia dismounts, stands up. Talia tries to rise a little and see what's going on, but Olivia gently pushes her prone again. Olivia's face fills Talia's field of vision: "don't get up. You're going to receive a four-handed massage now, all right?"
Talia tries and fails to calm herself. With Olivia and Amelia running their hands in seemingly random paths all over her oiled body, she can't. She keeps imagining that Amelia has gotten naked too. But every time she tries to turn her head to look, Olivia tsks and turns her face forward again. So Talia's mind runs wild with images of the two buxom women, fully nude, rubbing her. Her cock is leaking in a continuous stream. She involuntarily lets out little noises that sound like "unnh." Her eyes begin to cross.
Olivia and Amelia knead her calves, her back, her shoulders, her ass. In Talia's face-down position, the underside of her cock is pointed ceilingward. Oily fingers brush against it. The contact is brief, but electrifying. Talia can't discern whose fingers they were, and the massage continues as normal: four strong palms squeezing her tender muscles. A few moments later, fingers brush against her privates again, this time also tickling her nuts. The ladies massaging her play this intimate contact off as inadvertent, maybe even unnoticed, but of course Talia knows it's entirely deliberate. And as the massage continues, it focuses more and more on the lower half of her body -- her feet, legs, and butt -- and so these brushes with her privates become more frequent, more lingering, and more overtly purposeful. She still can't tell which of them is touching her at any given time, but when she feels fingernails lightly rake her cockshaft, she figures it must be Olivia, and when she feels a forefinger tickle her asshole, she figures it must be Amelia.
The women begin to jerk Talia off a little. They take turns forming an OK sign, looping it around the base of Talia's dick, gently tugging back and forth. Occasionally they do it in tandem. The baby oil makes it almost frictionless, and their grip is too loose to do anything but tease. Talia's cock gets harder than she thought possible under this dual assault, and she leaks shamelessly all over their palms. No matter to them, because they alternate this teasing handjob with the normal massage, and rub Talia's dickleak into her own skin again to mix and meld with the oil.
Increasingly the room fills with an odor that Talia distinctly recognizes, musky, acrid, and pungent. It's the smell of arousal, the smell of a swelling dick. Talia is familiar with it and loves it. But it isn't her own scent invading her nostrils right now, leaving her lightheaded. It's a more alien, stronger, and nastier smell, the smell of Amelia van der Boom's dick. Talia, unable to look, can only envision it. She does. She envisions it in all its veiny, throbbing detail, until her entire mental space is occupied only with dick and her entire accompanying mental monologue consists of nothing but "dick, dick, dick, dick..."
Olivia taps her on her folded arms. "Why don't you turn over now?"
Talia is craving for dick like an addict by this point, and that makes her obedient. So she turns onto her back, arms at her side. What greets her is the meaty, tumescent shaft of Amelia's futanari cock, looming over her head. From this vantage directly beneath it, it looks even more massive than it already is. Talia gawks at it with parted lips, the way bystanders in a Toho film gawk at kaiju. Past Amelia's massive cock is the curve of her equally massive breasts, so large that the pale pink nipples are inverted. Talia can just barely make out Amelia's smug expression staring down at her, too. Amelia leans in and rests her cock over Talia's eyes, so that the half-hardened member curves in a crescent. It forms a makeshift blindfold, obscuring the entire top half of Talia's face from view -- forehead, eyes, and nose. Amelia and Olivia can see only Talia's freely salivating, slackjawed mouth.
Amelia's cock is feverishly hot against Talia's clammy skin. Reflexively, with both hands, Talia grabs for it. But Olivia intervenes, and pulls Talia's arms back down to her side. "Don't worry about a thing," Olivia says, as if this is a favor, "we're here to serve you!"
Talia feels, then, Olivia's glossy lips wrap around her dick. Olivia makes a happy, giggly slurping noise and Talia can't help loosing a couple viscous spurts of precum into her mouth.
Amelia doesn't say a word, but lets out a displeased little "hmmph" and, wrapping her fist around the base of her dick, slaps Talia's forehead a few times with it. It makes a wet thwapping noise and sends little droplets of Amelia's own precum flying in many directions. Talia sniffs and huffs Amelia's cock stink like a sow. Amidst this abuse, in the brief intervals between cock-slaps when she can see, Talia is shocked to find that Amelia has a pussy, too, a dewy, soft, and warm looking cunt slit nestled under her nutsack. Talia can feel how Amelia's cock stiffens from slapping her around, and glimpses Amelia's cunt-cream stippling her inner thighs. Talia fantasizes variously about having her ass pounded out by Amelia's cock and being blessed with the privilege of sinking her own cock into Amelia's inviting-looking cunt. All the while, Amelia beats her stupid with dick.
"Mel, please. Stop being mean to our customer, and help me out!"
With a dismissive sigh, Amelia swings her legs over the table and settles her butt directly on Talia's face. Each of her balls covers each of Talia's eyes, and her cock drapes heavily over Talia's nose, reaching well past her jaw. Amelia's weight is smothering, enough to nearly asphyxiate, and every one of Talia's labored breaths is tainted by Amelia's sex -- masculine and feminine alike. Amelia slouches forward and goes prone, lying fully over Talia's body, to help her girlfriend suck Talia off. Talia's overtaxed brain threatens to melt completely as now two sets of lips slide up and down her straining dick. Without consciously deciding to, Talia puckers her lips and kisses Amelia's turgid dick in appreciation for the blowjob.
There's a difference in technique. Olivia's fellatio is fast-paced, almost businesslike, but enthusiastic. Amelia's fellatio is slow, sensual, and wet, if a bit apprehensive. Of course Amelia, having a cock of her own, knows best what makes cocks feel good. The two women swap Talia's cock back forth between them, one sucking on it while the other jerks it off. They alternate this with intervals where they both wrap their lips around the shaft from either side at the same time and slide them up and down in tandem. This double suckjob makes the room fill with sloppy noises and paints their cheeks with Talia's slimy cock juice.
"She's kissing my dick," Amelia says.
"How thoughtful of her!" Olivia says. "Maybe she wants to perform fellatio on you too?"
"Maybe she wants me to have sex with her face," Amelia says, aggressive catch in her tone.
Talia nods eagerly.
So Amelia rises onto her knees, angling the head of her cock downward, and commands: "open up, then." Talia can only obey. At once, Amelia shoves her rampant futa dick down Talia's throat like it's just a pocket pussy, and is perfectly pleased to discover that Talia has a weak gag reflex. Talia's flat little chest heaves and she makes a couple guttural sputters, but once these pass, she can swallow Amelia's entire impressive length with ease. Amelia lets out a long, low, pleasured sigh of relief. It feels just so good to sink her aching cock into a warm, receptive hole. "That's it," she says. "See what a real cock is like?"
"Don't insult the customer," Olivia says.
"Oh, I think she likes it," Amelia sneers, and despite the sweet relief of fucking a fresh hole, can't bid away the aggressiveness overtaking her. This always happens when she has sex like a male and mounts the peak towards a masculine orgasm. She gets rough, even mean-spirited. "She knows this puny thing she's got between her legs is nothing compared to mine."
Olivia makes an adorable pouty noise, but won't try to interfere with her girlfriend's pleasure. Instead, she tries to make the experience as pleasurable for Talia as possible. She cups Talia's balls and rubs them soothingly. She circles her index finger around the pale opening of Talia's asshole, and slowly worms it into her. She tickles Talia's prostate, licks her balls, and jerks her swollen cock. Since Olivia is trying to give Talia such a full-service blowjob, Amelia takes this as permission to act even more selfishly. She grips the edges of the table, throws her head back, and ruts in Talia's throat like Talia is a flesh onahole. Olivia is relieved to find that Talia's cock jerks and spasms in response to the brutal mouth-rape -- Talia likes the rough use.
"Feel free to climax whenever you feel like it!" Olivia tells her. She punctuates this by sinking a little lower and putting her mouth to Talia's asshole. As before, she rims Talia with dainty, darting licks. Meanwhile, she uses both her oil-slickened hands to jerk on Talia's cock with corkscrewing motions. Talia lets out a gurgling groan around Amelia's raping meat pole and then starts to squirt her smelly cum all over Olivia's face. Her cock fires off in pulses, painting Olivia's skin and hair a slimy white. Olivia doesn't mind getting cummed on, and keeps teasing Talia's asshole with her tongue through the whole thing.
"You call that cumming?" Amelia says. She bears down and starts to jackhammer thrust inside Talia's gullet. Talia isn't ready. Sputtering, gag reflex finally kicking in, she reaches up and pushes against Amelia's groin to ease her up. But Amelia is far past caring and is much stronger than Talia, whose resistance is growing weaker by the second from a lack of oxygen to her brain. Talia turns blue, her eyes roll into the back of her skull. In and out, in and out, Amelia saws her dick with careless disregard for Talia's clear distress. Amelia's chubby body ripples with the force of raping the hole beneath her. Then with a couple of final thrusts that seat her entire length balls-deep down Talia's neck, Amelia lets the cum course from her horsecock in thick, almost soupy ropes. The pleasure of it makes her bite her lips and flex her ass and roll her eyes. She sperms Talia just as deep as she can, planting her genetic material directly in Talia's stomach.
Only when she's done riding out her earth-shaking orgasm to its fullest, and can't wring a single drop more from her cockhead, does she pull out of Talia's mouth. Talia makes a defeated "pwah" as the cock squelches from her lips. Degraded, plastered with fuck fluids, glassy-eyed, stinking like cum, gasping and heaving for precious air, Talia can't help burping. A bubble of spunk forms in one nostril before popping like overinflated chewing gum. Her face looks like a glazed donut, with cum running in rivulets down her chin.
"Thanks for shopping at Bosphorus Rare Books!" Olivia says.
Talia refocuses her vision, and finds Olivia squatting between her legs, idly masturbating while licking her cock. "You're welcome," Talia says.
But Amelia isn't finished. Still hard, she circles to the other side of the table and lines her genitals up with Talia's. She wants to drive the point home: "It's so small. Look at this thing. What a useless dick you've got..."
It's not that small at all, but Amelia still completely outclasses her. Talia whimpers, half in shame and half in masochistic pleasure.
"Did you fuck Wes with this thing? Did she even feel it?" Amelia forces Talia to roll over. Mounting her, chin on Talia's shoulder, she rasps: "you want to be a woman? Let's make you a woman, then."
With that, she fucks her cock into Talia's tight asspussy. Talia goes rigid, sets her jaw, and lets out a choked "ghhh--" of pain. But as Amelia gets up on her haunches, wraps her hands around Talia's shoulders, and begins to fuck like a stallion in a breeding mare, Talia's muscles loosen again. She melts into a limp, gooey, drooly puddle. Amelia's dick is somewhere up past Talia's navel, and her mating press is grinding Talia's cum-button into oblivion. Talia's cock goes soft, making her feel even more pitiful, but it leaks cum in a near continuous laminar stream, as rolling bitchgasms tear through the core of her being. Talia has always felt like a girl. Amelia is turning her into a whore.
Talia glimpses, half concealed by the doorjamb, a pair of eyes and a swarthy face: Winter. Talia is too fucked-out to care at being caught, and makes eye contact with Winter while all the while Amelia relentlessly makes her into a Dutch wife. Olivia doesn't notice, either, and steps in front of Talia to say: "you don't mind licking me, do you?"
What Olivia wants is more than simply being licked: she wants to be eaten out, and she juts her hips slightly forward to beckon Talia to do it. Talia obliges. While being railed from behind, Talia mashes her cum-streaked face into Olivia's cunt and just about suffocates on the wonderful taste and smell of it -- the bush above her vulva traps her unique feminine arousal so nicely. Olivia coos and sighs in relief. She watches Amelia fuck Talia senseless and enjoys the warmth of Amelia's baby batter getting swabbed around inside her pussy by Talia's eager tongue.
The table rattles, threatening to crack in two, as Amelia approaches orgasm. This one is even more powerful than the first. She rests flat on her feet in a squatting pose astride Talia, sinks her cock inside completely, and blows a load in Talia's ass so thick and voluminous that it spills back out in globs all over the towel and the floor below. Talia jizzes in splurts from this firehose of piping hot dick milk that Amelia unleashes. The moan Talia makes against Olivia's slippery cunt makes Olivia yip in delight.
As Olivia and Amelia dismount her, Talia lies splay-limbed and totally dazed on the table, leaking cum from both ends, and in a puddle of her own spunk too. With hardly any time to catch their breath, Amelia immediately grabs Olivia about the waist, bends her over the arm of the sofa, and whispers breathily into Olivia's ear, "I need your pussy... I need your pussy... I need it, fuck, fuck..." Olivia laughs, and puts up playful resistance, but in the end obsequiously lets Amelia bend her over and fuck her already cum-stained pussy.
Talia looks towards the apartment's doorway again. Winter is still there, watching with wild eyes. Talia rises to support herself with one arm, and stares back at her for long moments. Then, feeling like she should prove something, Talia rises to her feet and gets behind Amelia. Without asking for permission, she fucks Amelia up the pussy. Rather than react with anger, Amelia moans sweetly at being penetrated and picks up the pace inside Olivia. Together, Talia and Olivia use their bodies to bring pleasure to both sets of Amelia's genitals. It isn't too long before Amelia, shrieking in ecstasy, cums.
Talia plants a load inside her, but she's conscientious, and anyway more than happy to play the sub to a girl with a cock so big. She sinks beneath the still-mated pair of girlfriends, face upturned, and does some cleanup duty for them. While Amelia and Olivia whisper sweet nothings at each other, Talia uses her face as a jizz rag, lapping up all the fluids that drip and ooze and leak from them. Amelia's sperm, Olivia's girlcum, and Talia's own juices... she siphons it all up. What doesn't go in her mouth ends up splattered across her face. She got her bite to eat at BRB, after all.
By the time it's over, Talia finds that Winter has vacated the premises. She idly wonders how that peeping tom will take what she saw.