Zoya’s Massage Parlor: Caitlyn Ch. 01

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On a quiet and salty hot night in New Orleans, a weary party goer might get lucky enough to find Zoya’s Massage Parlor. It’s deep in downtown, but no one can say exactly where. Only those who really need Zoya can find Zoya. It’s best to look where the cobblestone streets are the oldest, and narrowest. Look around beyond the popular crowds and well-known streets. Seek her in the back alleys on the fringes of the party district. Seek her, but know that Zoya herself is half-demon, half-human, and all mystery, smoke, and mirrors.

It was on a hot and muggy night weeks after Mardi Gras that Caitlyn happened to find Zoya’s Massage Parlor. Caitlyn was a small girl of twenty-two years old who thought she was bright and intelligent enough to get into the striptease scene and get out when she’d made enough to pay for her college loans. It wasn’t that easy. Although guys could enjoy her small, spunky size and tight lean body, she had no real talent for dancing. Caitlyn just couldn’t make her body move the way some of the other girls did. Caitlyn put on her knee-length skirt and tank top in preparation to leave. She still wore her vivid blue wig and sequins glued to her face and hands, however. That night, she left the gentlemen’s club for the last time and called a cab.

Outside the club, some grungy guy who smelled of vomit decided he could buy some time with her because he’d found a twenty dollar bill. Instead of waiting for her cab on the curb where she had to deal with the stinking pervert, Caitlyn decided to walk a few blocks to a friend’s house. Not like Caitlyn was into guys anyway. She preferred to have a girl suck on her b-cup tits and finger-fuck her. Guys and all their hair did not turn her on. So to John’s apartment she walked. John would let her sleep in his place. John was gay, and thought of her as ‘just one of the bitches.’

But after turning a corner, and checking her phone at the same time, Caitlyn found herself lost. Her phone battery gasped its last breath and her screen darkened, and she realized that she’d been walking for a while without looking where she was going. She was in a narrow cobblestone street built when cars didn’t exist. A soft purple neon sign glowed enough for her to see. It read, “Zoya’s Massage Parlor, Ladies and Gentlemen Welcome” in sexy, curving letters. This place seemed squeezed and tucked between a voodoo shop and an abandoned speakeasy.

“Maybe she’ll let me call the cab company from here, or give me directions,” Caitlyn said to herself and stepped into the wooden doorway.

Inside, it was small, dusty, dimly lit, and covered with drapes and cloths on every wall and piece of antique wooden furniture. Candles and oil lamps lit the tiny room. Caitlyn didn’t stop to think how dangerous all this old fabric and wood was to have around so many warm orange flames, but instead stumbled over a short wooden stool on the floor. There were two stools, milking stools, the kind of short, squat seat that farmers use when milking cows. The wood stool made so much noise on the hardwood floor that she cried out in shock more than in pain.

“OW! SHIT!” She yelled. Rubbing her foot and leaning on a counter, Caitlyn suddenly noticed a tall, dusky, dark-haired woman looking at her. This beautiful statuesque lady was a foot taller than Caitlyn, and wore a clingy red fashion dress that seemed to have been painted onto the curve of her hips, tits, and flat stomach. She had a large, sweeping mass of well-styled dark auburn hair so dark it was like looking at the last light from a burned-out charcoal briquette. Her age was hard for Caitlyn to guess, but she couldn’t have been more than thirty, and in excellent shape. Yet, strangely, she smoked. A cigarette in her hand sent its curling grey vapors up her arm to slip around the curve of her d-cup bosom and under her chin.

“Not going to sue me, are ya sugah?” the lady said in her deep New Orleans accent.

“Oh, no! No I just bumped my foot, I’m okay. I’m pretty tough actually. It just scared me more than anything. Hey, can I like, use your phone or something? Mine’s dead.”

“First off, I ain’t got a phone. Second, what’s yer name, hon? I’m Zoya, and I own this establishment.” Zoya took a deep drag from her cigarette and set it carefully in an ashtray beside her.

“Umm… Caitlyn. I’m Caitlyn, and I just…”

“Got lost? Or, maybe honey, you got lust. Sit down Caitlyn. Let’s talk a minute. I was lonely and needed some company.”

Caitlyn somehow felt compelled to do what she said. But the tiny stool looked uncomfortable. She’d have to squat with her knees up to get her butt on it. Zoya, however, took the seat across from her. She sat with her knees apart and her elbows resting on them. Since Zoya’s dress was split up both sides, the red fabric covered the essentials only, revealing the sexy black fishnet stockings that Zoya wore. The awkward position of the tall, curvy woman was both lewd and funny, yet she did it with such a casual and sexy attitude.

Caitlyn also sat, feeling silly for not joining Zoya. “I can’t stay long. I’ve got to get home,” she said.

“You don’t need to stay long to get what you need from me, baby.”

“Oh? What do I need from you? A massage?”

“Everybody needs somethin’ different, Caitlyn. I know exactly what you need. I can feel whatcha got insida ya, what turns ya on.”

Caitlyn was quiet for a few seconds as Zoya closed her eyes and breathed deeply, filling the top of her dress with her full tits and causing the fabric to stretch audibly. She couldn’t take her eyes off the older woman’s bosom, and she licked her lips, secretly hoping the fabric would tear and reveal those luscious breasts to her eyes.

“Close your eyes baby doll,” Zoya finally said. Caitlyn did as she asked, and felt the room grow cooler, crisper, and brighter. For some reason, she couldn’t open her eyes to see. She could, however, feel the brightness, the shimmer, and the soft cool air on her face.

“Caitlyn, I’m going to take you on a trip. You want to be the one in charge, don’t you? You want to fuckin’ dominate, to control, and totally own a special kind of girl. Younger than you, but only a little. Just as sexy, and packing something in her panties that all belongs to you, every fuckin’ inch of it. Open your eyes.”

When she did, she gasped loudly at the sight. The tiny shop had become a large, brightly lit bedroom with billowing white curtains over the open windows. Everything was decorated in white and silver, shining and sparkling with pristine beauty. A large four-poster bed at the middle waited for sex. Caitlyn rose from her seat and found herself wearing a sheer gold robe that barely hung on her hips and tits. When she walked around the bed, she saw a young woman, barely eighteen, kneeling complacently beside the bed wearing nothing but a simple white toga wrapped around her slender frame and a gold collar with a ring for a leash.

This woman looked up at Caitlyn. It was Zoya! Zoya had somehow gotten much younger, even younger than Caitlyn herself but still barely legal. Her hair was the same color, and her beautiful eyes looked up at Caitlyn with the humbleness of a sex slave who loves her job.

“Zoya?!” Caitlyn said, not sure what to do next.

“Mistress Caitlyn,” Zoya said slowly. “I am ready to fuck you Mistress Caitlyn.” Zoya handed her a gold chain with a clip-hook on the end and a leather strap for a handle on the other. “I’ve recovered from the last time you wanted me to fuck you. I’m sorry it took so long, but you drained me of cum so much that I couldn’t move.”

“I- I did?” Caitlyn asked, just beginning to catch on. “Is this some sort of illusion? Hallucination?”

“Yes, Mistress Caitlyn, but please let me… please let me fuck you again. I’m so hard and full of cum that it hurts now. I’ve worked hard to jack off but not cum over and over again, making me full of goo, just for you. I feel like I could fill a couple of bathtubs right now.”

Caitlyn smiled. Dream, illusion, drug-induced hallucination or not, she couldn’t help but feel turned on. Her body was warm and trembling with excitement, her cheeks flushed with the blood pumping from her heart. This was so hot! Her own personal sex slave… and did she imply that she had a dick? She had to find out. Caitlyn clipped the gold chain to her property’s collar and stepped back.

“Stand up, Zoya. Show me how hard you are.”

Zoya quickly stood and lifted her toga. A fat cock, more than a foot long, was strapped to her thigh with three pieces of rubber tape around its shaft. It was raging hard, throbbing visibly, and its tip was wet with clear slippery precum.

“Oh my fucking god! That is huge!”

“Thank you Mistress Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn started to kneel and reach for it like she did with her last boyfriend, but then she reconsidered. This was her slave, her property, her sub. Why kneel?

“Zoya, untie it now. I want to see you jerk it for me.”

Zoya nodded and smiled in relief. It had to be hurting her. The pink-purple head almost looked swollen with pressure. She bent over and slipped the rubber ties down her thigh and down to her bare feet, then stepped out of them. When she stood again, the monster dick was tenting her toga straight forward, making a wet spot in the fabric.

“Mistress Caitlyn, do you like it?” Zoya asked sweetly as she untied the knot of her toga and let it fall. Totally nude, the small teen futa girl began to jerk her cock with one hand. With the other, she pinched the perfect pink nipples on her full tits, first one, then the other. Gooey precum leaked and dripped in long strands toward the floor, landing inches from her pretty painted toes. Even her cock was pretty. Tied up, it had bulging veins and looked angry. Free to be petted and stroked, it looked more feminine. Thick and long with its flared pink head, it was still gorgeous. Caitlyn didn’t see any balls behind it, which looked strange, but she never really like balls anyway.

Caitlyn’s mouth watered. She wanted to suck on it. It looked like it could explode with cum any time now. “Don’t cum yet. That’s my cock, after all.”

“Yes Mistress Caitlyn,” Zoya agreed. She bit her lip, whimpering and straining to talk as she parted her knees and leaned back as if she had to balance the mighty meatpole she was stroking. “It’s all yours. It all belongs to you. I’ll do anything you want.”

Caitlyn could see a little pink slit right under the base of Zoya’s shaft. Pussy too? This was too much. She went to the bed and sat on it, drawing Zoya’s leash chain with her with a forceful tug that almost threw the dickgirl off balance.

“Come here, Zoya. I’m thirsty and your first cum will be my drink.”

Zoya stumbled toward her owner and offered her cock to Caitlyn. This close, she had to straddle her mistress’s knees and Caitlyn had to lean back to reach the head with her lips. The first kiss made Zoya moan loudly and shake like she was already cumming. But the perfectly well-behaved slut futa slave didn’t cum, and Caitlyn knew she had full control over this luscious, smooth-skinned beauty.

“Do you like my mouth?” Caitlyn whispered as she smeared precum on her lips and then sucked lightly on Zoya’s cockhead. The hot throbbing head jerked and spurt more clear fluid than most men do in a full cum. Caitlyn swallowed it because it tasted like sweet hot honey.

“Mmm…. MMM! Y- Yes! Mistress Caitlyn! It’s so hard to keep from cumming already! AHH!!”

Zoya yelped as Caitlyn pushed the head of her slave’s dick to the back of her throat and tried to swallow it. She gagged, her throat rejected it, and she backed off to take a breath, but she was going to do it, she decided. She was going to deepthroat this anaconda futa dick and torture this pretty thing who was sworn not to cum until she was given permission from her mistress. The second time, Caitlyn rammed her throat with Zoya’s dick and gulped as hard as she could, making her throat accept it. Down it went! Stretching her throat wide and cutting off her air supply. It didn’t matter, she could hold her breath well enough.

She swallowed more cock, and Zoya cried aloud with her hands on her face. Caitlyn swallowed more inches until she could almost rub her nose against Zoya’s pretty tight tummy. Zoya shook like an earthquake and panted and cried through her hands. Caitlyn knew that her slave wouldn’t dare grab her head and take over, but she could tell that the little teen futa pet wanted to.

Her gag reflex threatened to return, so Caitlyn bobbed her head a few times and looked up at Zoya. She held on with her throat and her lips stretched around the shaft of that monster cock. She could feel it pulsing inside her. She could feel Zoya’s burning need to release her semen. Then, she let it back out and wiped the strings of drool and pre-ejaculate that tied her lips to Zoya’s dick.

“So good!” Caitlyn shouted as she got her breath back. “Now you can cum–”

“AAIIEEE!!!” Zoya screamed and blasted Caitlyn’s face with hot sticky sperm!

“NO! WAIT! I WAS GOING TO SAY—” but her words got drowned out by a second spray of cum that filled her open mouth with delicious gooey futa juice. Each spurt could have filled a milk jug, and each one sprayed and splashed on her face, her golden robe, the bed, and her hair. What missed her head arced to the wall more than ten feet away! Her sheer golden robe now looked like a wet t-shirt, clinging to her curves with warm milky glue.

“SORRY! SORRY! SO SORRY MISTRESS!!!” Zoya cried as she continued to cum. There was no way this girl was going to stop, so Caitlyn’s anger flared. She swallowed what was in her mouth and took matters into her own hands.

Caitlyn yanked her chain and grabbed her cumming slave’s cock. She wrapped three turns of the chain around her cock just below the head and watched the shaft bulge and swell, especially underneath the length. Zoya screamed and cried, grabbing her cock with both hands, which would not fit around the cum-bloated shaft.

“You wasted so much!” Caitlyn said, seething. “I wanted it all! Now stop cumming at once!”

The crying futa teenager got control of herself and squeezed words from her tightly straining throat. “Y- yes Mistress Caitlyn… I just– I just heard you s- say, ‘Now you can cum’. I couldn’t help myself!”

“It tastes do delicious. I wanted you to fill me up.”

“Oh!” Zoya brightened. Her cock was just beginning to deflate to its normally huge size. “Mistress Caitlyn I still have lots and lots! If you like, I could cum in your behind, or in your pussy, and fill you up! I’ll fill you so much that you’d look pregnant, Mistress Caitlyn. I know how much you like it when I pump you full of my cum. And… Mistress, may I say…”

Caitlyn wiped cum from her eyes, wrung out her hair, and discarded the sticky gold robe. She tasted the cum on her fingers and nonchalantly responded with a grunt and moan for Zoya to continue. “Mmm-Hmm?”

“Mistress, my favorite place to cum is in your pussy. It is so silky inside, and so tight. Nothing, not your throat or ass feels the same, not quite the same. Your ass comes close, but your pussy is warm, wet heaven for my dick.”

“In the ass? I’ve let you stick that huge schlong in my ass before?”

“Yessss…. Yes lots of times.”

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“A little. But it’s a good hurt, you say, Mistress Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn thought about it and unwrapped Zoya’s poor cock. The last spurt ran out into her hand and she licked her palm just for the sweet honey taste. Then she got on the bed, on all fours, and stuck her cum-covered bottom out for Zoya.

“Show me. But if it hurts too much, I’ll choke you with this chain.”

………………………….. [to be continued in part 2]

[Author’s note: This is what we like to call a cliffhanger. If you want me to write more, you’ll need to comment and encourage me to do so. However, it may take some time because I’m a very busy person and writing, for me, is a slow process. I take my time. I have to love what I write and enjoy it or nothing happens. Ta-ta for now!]

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