4 hands massage [FFM][massage parlor][Impregnation]

Galina put on her aging skirt suit while Candy continued laying on the desk, naked, twitching, and sliding a finger inside of her soaked pussy.

“Put your clothes on and get back to work, cyka blyat,” Galina commanded.

“Yes… yes… ok…,” Candy chattered, still very high from the cocaine Galina had stuffed up her nose and taut asshole.

Candace took the finger she had lubricated in her quivering pussy and forced it into her asshole then retracted it in search of any remaining cocaine that the Russian woman had injected in her, prior to viciously fucking her with a knobbed strap-on dildo. Her greedy body had absorbed the entirety of the cocktail Galina had injected in her ass with a syringe. Candace wanted to cuddle with the older Russian woman who had just given her the most powerful orgasm of her life. She wanted to be validated by Galina over and over; she craved the approval from the woman who usually tormented her. Candace loved Galina for controlling her. There was something very soothing and warm the teenager felt about giving an authoritative figure complete control over her body.

Candy stood up and unraveled her thong from the legs of her yoga pants and slid it back onto her body. After she had finished dressing, she looked over at Galina. Candy wanted her to say goodbye, maybe even give her a kiss.

*Tell me I’m good! Tell me I’m pretty! Tell me*! Candy screamed in her head, looking at the Russian woman, who was now reading a newspaper.

“Work! Go!” Galina scolded the teen, who quickly skated back to the girl’s waiting room.

As soon as Candy arrived in the tiny lounge, she became incredibly paranoid.

*The other girls know I just had sex with Galina!* Her cocaine fueled paranoia whispered.

Three other girls, lounging in the room, had, indeed noticed Candy enter with her hair disheveled with her face red.

*Maybe they’ll think I was just with a client… wait, no… they would have known I was in one of the massage rooms!* Candy’s brain ticked.

“Candy! Room three!” Galina harshly whispered into the room as she walked a middle-aged man wearing a golf outfit into his room.

Feeling the drugs still coursing through her body, Candace was happy to have a client and escape the other girls. When she entered the room, the man seemed almost startled by the nineteen-year-old. He had taken off his clothes and was wearing just a white towel. He had a round, little potbelly that matched his bald head. To Candy, he resembled someone’s annoying uncle.

“Hi… umm… I’m Jerry!” The man excitedly announced, giving a small awkward wave.

Grabbing the edges of her tank top, Candy pulled the garment over her head.

“Two hundred,” she replied.

“Excuse me… I don’t…”

“Two hundred and I’ll immediately start sucking your cock… no condom… and you can cum in my mouth… three if you want to fuck me but that’s definitely going to be with a condom… but I suggest you let me suck you off, then let me massage you for an hour… maybe you’ll be able to go a second time at the end… for another two hundred,” Candy explained while pulling on her favorite nipple.

“Yes… lets… I have my wallet right here… one second,” the jubilant man babbled, pulling two crisp hundred dollar bills out of his money clip. He handed them to the girl then leapt onto the table, losing his towel, very intentionally, in the process.

*Ahhh… Dick! I missed you dick!* Candy giggled to herself, still half living in the dream world that was sex with Galina that only concluded a few minutes ago.

Candy climbed onto the table to straddle the golfer’s knees. This was her new favorite techniques as, previously, she would suck while standing alongside the massage table. Even though standing was a more practical position, the inevitable tweaks to her nipples were most distracting when she was trying to suck and preferred to distance herself from the client’s grabby hands. If she was just giving a mundane handjob, they could grab all they wanted.

Jerry’s cock was already quite hard in anticipation of a fun journey in the girl’s mouth who was around half his age. Candy grabbed the shaft with her right hand, cupped his balls with the left, then allowed a fat drop of bubbly drool to fall from her mouth onto the small, quivering head. She smoothed her own spit onto the entirety of the shaft as she began to stroke. The tiny opening on the head would yawn at the bottom of each stroke. The enthralled man looked past his own chin at the teenager playing with his hard little pecker.

“You have a very pretty cock, Jerry… are you going to cum for me?” Candy asked in a baby talk voice.

Jerry, unable to speak, nodded, looking quite foolish.

Candace listened to Jerry’s breathing and knew he was close. Keeping her two-hundred-dollar promise, she took the tiny, yawning head in her mouth and sucked while rapidly tracing her tongue back and forth on the man’s frenulum.

“HHHAAAA-OOOOO!” the man hollered, spritzing the inside of Candy’s mouth with a meager amount of very fishy tasting semen.

“Always swallow as fast as you can… spitting is just stupid… if you spit, that means you have to keep that shit on your tongue until you get rid of it… I promise you’ll taste it more if you spit,” Candace had told a new girl earlier that month.

Candace continued sucking on the shrinking head while the man gripped the towels on the massage table.

“Ok… turn over so I can start massaging you,” Candace instructed, wiping her mouth as she considered buying an eight-ball of coke off Galina with the four hundred she was about to make off Jerry.

For Galina, getting Candace addicted, or at least highly controllable, was an important step in her business as the manager of the boutique massage parlor that exclusively staffed with young, beautiful, local girls. All the women at the Asian massage parlors down the street were in their thirties and trafficked out of poorer regions in China. They were always being shut down because they were an easy target for the police. It seemed the authorities were there often as, due to the affordability of their service, their clientele tended to be much rougher around the edges and were often causing trouble, forcing neighbors and passersby to call the police. Drunk, angry twenty-something men who had enough cash to get in the door, but not enough to pay for their handjob, yelling in their towels at immigrants, demanding to ejaculate at two in the morning.

Galina’s parlor was located over a mile down the street with no adjacent parlors for competition. They never operated late at night, taking their final clients at seven and closing the doors at eight. When a new customer would come in, Galina would employ her method of vetting.

“Massage is one hundred… cash… and girl’s expect tip. Tip is one hundred… cash… and there is no happy endings here… you want that, you go somewhere else,” she would tell them.

Any savvy customer would know there absolutely was a happy end if the price tag was two hundred dollars and the venue was next to a laundromat in a strip mall. If the customer looked poor, or disheveled, or drunk, Galina would tell them to make an appointment by calling the business’ number and leaving a message that would, invariably, never be returned.

“The problem with these Amerikanets girls is you need leverage to keep them working,” Viktor, Galina’s boss, had told her when she first started. “The girls come here to work because they are broke. Then they make a little money and realize, they know how to manipulate men… they do not need us to help them take money away from Amerikanets man. They can get rich boyfriend or rich husband and take more money than they make here.”

“Da,” Galina listened.

“So… every girl will only do so many tricks… every girl has a number… once she reaches that number, she is done… just like you, Galina… you hit your number. So, if you want a girl to keep working, you need to change the reason they work… before it was money… now, it must be something else… drugs is best. Cyka will keep working for drugs,” Viktor explained. “These Amerikanets girls do not know struggle… they never have to fuck a man for food… so you sell them my cocaine when they are near their number.”

“How do you know when an Amerikanets girl is at her number?”

“She will start making problem… like disobedient child. They start to steal. They start to disobey. No different than Russian girl… you remember?”

Galina did remember. That was the day she had been tied to a chair in a hotel room in Khamovniki and injected with heroin when a customer wanted the twenty-six-year-old to urinate on him and she refused. Before, she would have done whatever the man had negotiated with her pimp, but now she was refusing more and more. Galina struggled in the chair, watching the low level Bratva henchmen who pimped her out prepare the needle. After they stuck it in her arm and pumped her full of smack, they untied her and both fucked her, over and over. The next day, they prepared a needle again and asked her if she wanted it. When Galina declined, they put her in charge of the girls at one of their brothels and Galina never turned a trick again. At twenty-six she had been a prostitute for half of her life but all that was over. She was now a pimp.

Galina had been born in Kiev to a working-class family in the late seventies. When she was thirteen years old, protesting for an independent Ukraine, she helped form a human chain, standing, hand in hand, with over a quarter million of her fellow Ukrainians. After Ukraine achieved independence, everything began to get worse for Galina. The new country floundered, mired by corruption, and the economy collapsed. Her father lost his job, then, one day, when he was supposed to be out looking for work, he simply never returned. Shortly after that, Galina’s mother, who was no longer able to care for any of her children, walked Galina to the Voloshka along with her younger sister. Galina stayed in the orphanage exactly one day before men showed up and collected her, along with several other teenage girls who had recently arrived.

Galina was shipped off to the Balkans to live in Kosovo where she was trafficked as an underage prostitute. Seven years later, when the Albanian rebels attempted to wrest control of the region away from the Republic of Yugoslavia, the Kosovo became too unstable to run a profitable sex ring, catering to European and Middle Eastern men who were interested in sleeping with underage Ukrainian girls. So, Galina and the rest of the girls were shipped to Moscow. By then she was nineteen and Russia was in turmoil with Yeltsin barely holding onto power. Galina survived by being a profitable trollop owned by the Bratva, catering to the Oligarch class with her beautiful blonde pussy. This continued until she transitioned to management.

Galina remained in Moscow, corralling, recruiting, pimping, and punishing younger girls in the employ of the Bratva for ten years until she was offered an opportunity to go to America where she would open a massage business that would double as a waystation for drugs shipped from Mexico. The massage parlor was a genius idea as the Russian gangsters saw the flaws in the very successful Asian parlors in America and knew they could do better. The Asian operations were always obvious houses of prostitution and staffed with women whose immigration status was usually illegal which made the operations a lightning rod for the authorities.

“Rich American man will pay twice as much for a white girl… and America is now like Russia… half of the country is poor and will do anything to make good money!” Viktor pitched his boss to get the startup cash. Galina had overseen the venture and the plan had worked exceedingly well. There were plenty of college girls who needed money, and the businessmen who frequented the parlors were very wary of the Asian establishments, fearing an embarrassing arrest, and, as a result, happily paid double for a girl they were certain was not trafficked out of China.

As the manager, Galina passed all accounting and logistics down to the man the Bratva had set up to run the actual business. She focused, as always, on the girls; recruiting them, ensuring they showed up, and collecting the fruits of their labor. It was a remarkably happy time for Galina, a woman who experienced a traumatic childhood. She did her job with such dedication, wanting to stay in that role. Every week, Yuli, Viktor’s lowest man in his crew, would pick up envelopes filled with cash. He would also store massive bricks of cocaine in the walls of the parlor, as their purchase was being negotiated. Once the buyer was established, it was also Yuli’s job to break open the bricks, portion out the drugs, and cut it accordingly. All of this happened while Candy was giving handjobs on the other side of a sheetrock wall.

Galina had been watching Candace and Jenn and they were both getting near their numbers. Candace would have probably quit working months ago, but now she was doing so much cocaine that she was almost paying to work at the parlor. Previously Galina would have given the girl crisp bills for sucking Yuli, but now she got a gram of cocaine. Viktor was sourcing grams at only twenty dollars as the Bratva was working with Mexican Cartels to smuggle the drugs up from Bolivia and Peru. Galina had tried to offer Jenn cocaine, like she did with Candy, but the blonde refused right away.

“Oh, not for me… I would probably get suuuper addicted,” she explained to the frustration of her Russian boss.

Both Candy and Jenn were university students, and both showed up because they needed money, but their reasons were very different. Candy, like Galina, had to fend for herself. Jenn, on the other hand, came from an intact home, just not a very wealthy one. Candy wanted to eat and have a warm coat. Jenn wanted a coat with a label that her parents couldn’t afford to buy her.

“This blonde cyka… Jenn… she is causing problem… she is stealing… she is fucking other girl’s clients… she is more problem than worth,” Galina told Viktor.

“How old… what does she look like?”

“Twenty years… she is the blonde girl with the tits.”

“The very good looking one?”

“No, the one with big ass and hips.”

“I can’t sell her… the other one, the skinny blonde… she could be sold… but these girls, Galina… they are not Tajikistanis… if they disappear, someone will look.”

“The Amerikanets are so stupid… no one will look for this girl… you get Yuli to take her in van and ship her on boat to sell in Kuwait… she is blonde and American… they will pay extra for a western girl,” Galina argued.

Viktor looked at Galina closely. He could tell Galina was snorting a lot of his product and, even though she understood the girls, she didn’t understand America.

“Fine, we pick her up. You text Yuli,” Viktor agreed.

Jenn texted back and forth with Brandon and Candace until they agreed the threesome would take place at the parlor that evening at six.

“What does the other girl look like?” Brandon asked.

“It’s Candy… the skinny brunette,” Jenn answered.

“Oh! Yeah… I’ve seen here. Great!” he replied.

Brandon arrived on time and was ushered into the shower.

“Galina, can I have a toot first?” Candy asked her boss.

“What about you, Blondie? Do you want some too?” Galina shot over at Jenn.

“Umm… yeah… I’m kinda nervous,” Jenn admitted.

The three women went into Galina’s office. It was the first time Candy had been there since having sex with the Russian woman and she instinctively looked at the drawer where the sex toys lived.

“Fifty each!” Galina commanded.

“What?” Jenn puzzled, expecting to get the drugs for free.

“Things cost money…,” Candy sarcastically said to the blonde as she peeled off three twenty-dollar bills, left two on the table and used the third to roll into a tube.

Doing the simple math in her head, Jenn saw that Candy wanted her to pay the bigger share, so she, begrudgingly, ripped three twenties out of her wad of cash from customers.

This wasn’t Jenn’s first-time doing cocaine. She had enjoyed it numerous times on campus, partying with the rich boys at Phi Gamma Delta. The reason she had turned Galina down before was she didn’t trust her and, to Jenn, coke was a sophisticated, glamorous treat and Galina was neither of those things. Jenn hated Galina so much and would have quit working at the parlor a long time ago, but without the cash she made there, she wouldn’t fit in with her chosen group of friends on campus. Jenn thought Galina was a trashy woman, but she was afraid of her, but only because she had massaged Viktor.

Jenn was one of Viktor’s favorites and he usually asked for her when he was at the parlor, which was not very often. Whenever Jenn massaged Viktor, she always gave her best performance. Jenn knew she wasn’t beautiful like some of the other girls, including Candy. Jenn’s look was a little plain, except for her massive womanly breasts, her wide hips, and her large, curved backside. In bed, in her real life, Jenn had noticed the boys she slept with turned into children. They would suckle dreamily on her nipples and make love to her very gently. She would soothe them and speak in a low warm tone. Sometimes she even hummed to them while they spent time, attached to her nipple. She employed the exact same technique at the parlor and especially to Viktor. Jenn had perfected making the same expression as her own mother, doing motherly things, like cooking or tucking a child in, while performing her sex acts. The men loved it, Viktor especially.

Today, on the other hand, was something entirely different. She wasn’t sure if she could play the mother role in the threesome with Candy. Jenn knew Candy’s technique; she had watched her on numerous occasions with men. If Jenn was a soothing lullaby, Candy was electronic dance music, pumping and glaring. Candy would have an attitude when she jerked off the customers. If she fucked them, she bounced her tiny body on their cocks as if she were, indeed, listening to dubstep in her head.

Jenn was terrified that Brandon would put his cock inside Candy and then never want Jenn again. Brandon had been a regular for Jenn for months. He showed up two or three times a month and fed her three hundred dollars for an hour-long session where Jenn played his mother, therapist, and girlfriend, all at the same time. For Jenn, she detested new clients who wanted a massage that lasted a full hour, then a simple handjob for one hundred, where she’d need to give Galina twenty of that tip for her skim. For the blonde twenty-year-old, eighty dollars an hour was a pitiful amount and not worth her time. Brandon, in addition to being profitable, was also handsome, funny, and confident. He was in his mid-twenties, drove a BMW, seemed educated and cultured. He was the exact kind of man that Jenn envisioned herself marrying. There were several Brandon facsimiles on campus, but Jenn had failed to land one as a boyfriend. All her friends knew which boys at their favorite fraternity came from money. Jenn had grown up wishing she was in a real house, not a duplex. She had pretended she was a princess in a beautiful bedroom with a large canopy bed, and not a bunkbed she shared with her sister. Jenn loved her family but wanted a more opulent life for herself as an adult. A life where she didn’t need to hold her pee in the morning because there was only one toilet in the tiny two-bedroom, matchbox for the four people living there.

“Do you know how?” Candy asked Jenn as she ripped one of the neat lines Galina had cut for her.

Jenn smirked condescendingly, took the rolled-up bill from Candy and ripped the line just as quickly as the smarmy brunette.

“Guess you do!” Candy surmised, taking the bill back and taking her second line.

Candy had seen Brandon before and she thought he was good looking, but, ever since Galina, Candace had been toying with the idea of being a lesbian but exclusively with older, powerful women. Being in that room with Galina, Candy wished she was going to be placed back on the desk and fucked again by the intimidating Russian madame.

Much like Jenn, Candy also was leaning on the coke for courage. Even though she preferred Galina, there was nothing worrying her about the threesome. Candy had never had a threesome before, but it was what would happen after that had her anxious. Galina had told her to take Jenn to the alley where men in a van were going to kidnap her. To Candy, it was so crazy how things had gotten so out of control. A year ago, before she had ever met Galina or been paid to give a sexual favor, the thought of playing a role in a kidnapping was ludicrous to Candace. The entire experience had been a slow simmer that turned into a rolling boil, and she was in the pot.

“Maybe I could warn Jenn… or just not show up!” Candace strategized.

“No… if I don’t play my part, I could never show up here again… I’d stop making my money… I have no idea how I’d get coke… SHIT! I could be kidnapped next!” Candace sobbed.

“Why did I agree to do this!” she wailed, but Candace knew why. Galina had told her she would lure Jenn outside just after she slept with her. But Galina didn’t just have sex with Candy, she first gave her a cocaine enema which was an incredibly satisfying moment for the girl who was rapidly encroaching on a place where only rehab would save her.

Then Candy remembered how Jenn had fucked her boyfriend. At first, Jenn had pretended her man was just another client, but then Candy distinctly remembered showing Jenn pictures of them on dates.

“Fucking lying bitch!” Candy had called her.

Now, the unlikely pair was doing coke together while a handsome young man in his mid-twenties was showering before he fucked them both.

Galina’s office was at the end of the hall and the sound of water, rushing thought pipes, was particularly easy to hear from within her walls. Brandon didn’t take a very long shower as, moments after both girls had stuffed a gram up their nose, the telltale sound of the hot water being turned off echoed in the copper pipe.

Galina looked at Candy with narrow eyes, reminding her what she had to do.

“Brandon is my client. I take the lead. Don’t try to out-do me!” Jenn growled at Candace as they walked to the room.

“I know!” Candy snapped.

The moment they walked through the door to the massage room, Jenn transformed into a different person, right in front of Candy’s eyes.

“Brandon!” she lovingly cooed as the man hopped off the table and they hugged like old friends.

“How are you, Jenn?” he asked, happily.

“I’m great!” she insisted. “Oh, this is Candy.”

“Hello Candy!” Brandon warmly said.

Candace smiled at the man, still embracing Jenn. This was an entirely different approach than what Candy did with her regulars. She never made small talk with them. Candy found the best way to keep a regular is to discover his kink and then give it to him exactly the way he wanted. There was no need to do much else.

Brandon was wearing the towel around his waist and nothing else. A quick glance at him and Candy saw that he had a nice face and a tall, thin build. His dark brown chest hair formed a line at his solar plexus and trailed down his abdominals into the towel. From within the towel, Candace could see he was already erect in anticipation.

*Let’s get going!* Candy screamed in her head at Jenn.

Jenn, noticing Candy was anxious, fixed her hands onto the knot of Brandon’s towel and the white cotton rectangle fell to the floor, springing Brandon’s very average sized erection free. Jenn held his penis then leaned her head in and began to kiss him. The pair sucked each other’s faces and flicked their tongues as if they were longtime lovers and not a chubby, big titted masseuse and her john.

Pulling her top off as she walked closer, Candace placed herself in the notch created by the two much taller individuals and, Brandon, sensing the petite girl was there, detached from Jenn and began kissing Candy in the exact same fashion. As Candy kissed the man, she allowed herself to be lost in the moment, pretending she was kissing Galina again. Her nipples hardened thinking about the attention Galina gave her, then, suddenly, she felt an equally thoughtful mouth on her erect bud as Galina had employed. Glancing down, while rolling Brandon’s tongue in her mouth, was Jenn thoughtfully kissing and swirling her tongue on Candy’s nipples.

“Ahhh!” Candy exhaled, then reached for Brandon’s cock.

The two girls began stroking the man together, one hand each. Candy took her free hand off Brandon’s face when she saw Jenn peeling off her top. Squeezing her large, firm breast, Candy was enthralled.

*Jenn has such better tits than Galina! Uh… they’re so amazing!* She thought then, pulling her mouth away from Brandon, began sucking on Jenn’s fat pink nipple.

Brandon was doing his best to calm himself. The threesome was turning out to be infinitely better than he imagined. Never in his wildest dreams did he think Jenn, a girl he had slept with at least two-dozen times, would be so attentive to another woman.

Eager to be naked, Candy quickly pulled off her yoga pants, entangling her thong inside of them, then grabbing for Jenn’s waistband and doing the same. As soon as Jenn’s tight fitting athleisure wear were around her ankles, Candy saw her gorgeous, fat pink pussy lips. They were enormously long, yet adorable. They looked so uniquely different compared to Candy as her labia was a thin ziplock bag.

“Ooohh!” Candy squealed upon seeing the hairless, bubblegum pussy. Then, without even needing to consider what she was doing, Candy leaned in and engulfed the fat labia into her mouth and began noisily sucking.

“Ahhh!” Jenn gasped in pleasure as Candy’s pointed tongue bulls eyed her clitoris, finding the bud deep inside the fleshy lips.

Being on her knees, Candy could tell that Brandon had broken away from Jenn’s kiss and shuffled around behind her. Then, Jenn’s torso leaned forward, making it easier for Candace to reach her tongue inside the soaked, bulging lips. Jenn was holding the edge of the massage table, then Candace saw the head of Brandon’s cock push along the fleshy curtains she was savoring.

*He’s not wearing a condom…* Candy pondered. Then, grabbed the sliding cock from between Jenn’s legs and stuffed it into her moistened mouth. Candy left an immense amount of her saliva on Brandon’s eager penis then pointed it at the correct angle to penetrate Jenn while parting her lips. The cock, properly angled, slid inside the girl as Candy continued sucking on her fat labia.

“YYYYAAAA!” Jenn moaned as she was penetrated.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

At first, Candace thought the skinny man was rapidly and brutally spanking Jenn’s ample ass cheeks, but then she saw his hands on her hips. It was the impact of his pelvis into her extensive flesh that caused the noise. Candace abandoned licking her pussy to stand alongside the man and hold her ass, feeling the impact vibrations, while kissing the thrusting man causing those loud collisions.

Candace had a tiny ass that was beautiful to look at but lacked the womanly padding of Jenn’s. Candy became enthralled with the massive round ass.

“It’s so much wider than I am!” she cheered, then smacked a voluminous cheek, jiggling the gelatinous flesh, causing a bright red handprint.

“AH!” Jenn yelped at Candy’s smack.

Seeing the small brunette spanking encouraged Brandon to follow suit and spank the other cheek.

SMACK!

Then, Brandon withdrew of Jenn’s pussy and the girl, instinctively, hopped up on the massage table then grabbed the pocket-sized brunette and pulled her onto her lap. With both girl’s facing Brandon, he aimed his slick penis at Candy’s vagina.

“No! Condom only!” she yelled.

“Where?” Brandon asked.

“On the table,” Jenn instructed.

Brandon scooped up a condom then penetrated Jenn raw, holding his cock inside the blonde, while he opened the wrapper.

Sitting on Jenn’s lap, Candy felt like she did with Galina, like a small pet.

Sliding out of Jenn’s meaty pussy, Brandon put on the condom quickly, then took aim, once again, at Candace. She reached down and helped guide the tip to her small opening. The hard cock pushed past her lips and penetrated Candy’s excited pussy and the man instantly began pounding her aggressively.

With Jenn’s arms around her waist, like a seatbelt, Candy raised her feet and sat them on the blonde’s knees to give Brandon better leverage. Reaching behind her, Candy craned her head so Jenn could kiss her. As they kissed, one of the blonde’s hands wandered lower to draw small circles with two fingers on the girl’s clitoris.

“AHH! HAH! HAH!” Candace panted into Jenn’s open mouth.

“I need to cum soon!” Brandon announced after less than twenty seconds inside of Candace’s tight pussy.

“Cum in me, baby,” Jenn soothed.

Nodding, Brandon withdrew from Candace and slid the condom off, dropping it onto the floor.

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