Queen had always been the quiet one, the girl who blended into the background at college parties with her petite frame hidden under modest clothes�a simple jeans skirt that hugged her slim hips just enough to be feminine without trying, and a loose t-shirt that concealed her delicate curves. At 20, she was stunning in that innocent way: porcelain skin, long dark hair that cascaded like silk, wide doe-like eyes framed by thick lashes, and a shy smile that made people want to protect her. She was conservative to her core, raised in a strict family where even talking about boys felt taboo. Sex? That was a distant, forbidden concept she'd only vaguely explored in her most private moments, alone in her dorm room.
Her best friend, Kavita, was the polar opposite�a firecracker of energy, with colorful tattoos snaking up her arms and neck, piercings glinting in her nose, lips, and even her tongue. Kavita was "woke" in every sense, outspoken about body positivity, feminism, and sexual liberation. She dressed in crop tops that showed off her toned midriff and short shorts that left little to the imagination. And then there was her boyfriend, Brian�the ultimate stud. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a muscular body honed from hours at the gym: rippling abs, bulging biceps, and a cocky grin that could melt panties. He had that playboy vibe, charming and unapologetic, with a side hustle running an upscale massage parlor in the city. It was discreet, luxurious, and rumor had it, a bit more... indulgent than your average spa.
It all started at Kavita's birthday party at her apartment. The place was buzzing with friends, music thumping softly in the background, drinks flowing. Queen arrived in her usual outfit, feeling a bit out of place among the bolder crowd. She stuck close to Kavita, sipping soda while others danced. That's when Brian saw her for the first time. He was across the room, arm casually draped around Kavita, but his eyes locked onto Queen like a predator spotting prey. She was laughing shyly at something Kavita said, her cheeks flushing pink, and Brian couldn't tear his gaze away. Her innocence was intoxicating�the way her jeans skirt rode up slightly when she sat, revealing smooth, toned legs; the subtle outline of her small, perky breasts under that t-shirt. He felt a stir in his pants, his mind already wandering to what she looked like underneath.
Later that night, after most guests had left, Brian pulled Kavita aside in their bedroom. "Who's that girl? The shy one with the big eyes?" he asked, his voice low and hungry.
Kavita smirked, knowing exactly where this was going. She'd seen the way he stared. "Queen. My bestie since freshman year. Why? You interested?"
Brian chuckled, pulling her close. "Fuck yeah. She's... pure. Untouched, maybe? I want her."
Kavita bit her lip, a thrill running through her. She loved pushing boundaries, and the idea of corrupting her innocent friend with Brian? It turned her on. "She's a virgin, pretty much. Super conservative. But... I could help. Make it happen." They hatched the plan right there, whispering filthy ideas while Kavita's hand slipped into his pants.
The next weekend, Kavita texted Queen: "Girl, you have to come with me to this amazing massage parlor Brian runs. It's my treat�super relaxing after midterms. They have a special offer today!"
Queen was hesitant but agreed; she trusted Kavita implicitly, and her back had been killing her from studying. They arrived at the parlor�a sleek, dimly lit space with soft ambient music, scented candles flickering with lavender and jasmine. Kavita went first, stripping down to nothing under a towel for her full-body massage from one of Brian's female staff. It looked utterly professional: firm strokes on her back, legs, arms�no funny business. Queen watched from the waiting area, impressed.
"Your turn!" Kavita beamed afterward, her skin glowing. "They've got this buy-one-get-one deal. It's incredible�relieves all tension. Come on, Queen, live a29 little!"
Queen fidgeted. "I don't know... I've never had a massage. And undressing in front of a stranger? No way."
Kavita hugged her. "It's so professional, babe. You can keep your bra and panties on the whole time. I'll be right there, just behind that privacy screen a few feet away. If you need anything, yell. It's beneficial�boosts circulation, makes your skin soft. Trust me, you'll love it."
After minutes of gentle coaxing, Queen's shyness won out over her curiosity. "Okay... fine. But only because it's you."
They led her to a private room: warm lighting, a padded table with fresh sheets, essential oils on a tray. Kavita settled behind a folding screen in the corner, peeking out with an encouraging smile.
The door opened, and in walked Brian. Shirtless, his chiseled torso on full display�muscles rippling under tanned skin, a massive snake tattoo coiling around his thick wrists and forearms, ending with the head biting its tail on his hand. He wore loose white pants that did nothing to hide the bulge beneath, and his smile was clean, disarming, with perfect teeth and piercing blue eyes.
"Hi, Queen, " he said smoothly, his voice deep and velvety. "Kavita told me you'd be joining us. I'm Brian�owner and lead masseur. First time?"
Queen's eyes widened in shock. This was Kavita's boyfriend? The hot one from the party? Her face burned crimson. "Y-you? I... um..."
Brian chuckled softly, stepping closer. "Don't worry, beautiful. I'm a professional. Seen it all, done it all. This is about making you feel good. Relax." He explained the oil�warm, infused with ylang-ylang and jojoba, great for skin and tension relief. "To start, you'll need to remove your t-shirt and skirt. Lie face down, and we'll cover you with a sheet."
Queen froze, arms crossed over her chest. "I... I can't. This is embarrassing."
He moved behind her, his presence warm and commanding. "Hey, look at me." She did, shyly. His eyes locked on hers, reassuring. "You're safe. Gorgeous, actually. Let me help." Gently, his strong hands guided her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing a simple white bra cupping her small, firm B-cup breasts�pink nipples already faintly visible through the lace from nerves. Then the skirt, unzipped and slid down her slim legs, exposing matching white panties that hugged her tight, virgin ass.
She squeaked, hands flying to cover her chest and crotch. "Oh god..."
From behind the screen, Kavita whispered loudly, "Queen, babe, let go! It's just us. Inhibitons are bullshit�feel free for once. You're stunning."
Brian nodded. "Listen to your friend. Arms down, beautiful. Let me see you."
Blushing furiously, Queen slowly lowered her hands. Her body was perfection�petite, toned from yoga, with a flat stomach, narrow waist, and smooth, hairless skin everywhere.
"Good girl, " Brian murmured, his voice dropping an octave. He draped a thin sheet over her as she lay face down, but not before his eyes devoured her.
The massage began innocently enough. His oiled hands�strong, skilled�worked her shoulders, kneading deep into tense muscles. Queen sighed despite herself, melting under his touch. Down her back, thumbs pressing along her spine, making her arch involuntarily. Arms next, his fingers interlacing with hers as he stretched them. Then thighs�oh god, his palms sliding up the backs of her legs, dangerously close to her panties, spreading warmth that pooled between her legs.
He flipped her over gently, sheet strategically placed. Stomach now: circling her navel, fingers grazing the underside of her bra. Legs again, calves to thighs, inner thighs now�his touch lingering, thumbs brushing the edges of her panties. Queen was breathing heavier, a strange heat building.
"Now, for the chest, " Brian said casually, pouring more oil. "This special blend stimulates tissue growth�makes breasts fuller, firmer. Totally natural."
Queen's eyes shot open. "W-what? No, I can't�"
Kavita piped up: "It's true, Queen! I do it all the time. Look at mine�they're perkier than ever. Come on, bra off. It's just skin."
Brian's smile was predatory yet gentle. "Trust me. You'll thank me."
Torn, aroused against her will, Queen reached back with trembling hands and unclasped her bra. Brian helped slide it off, exposing her perfect little tits�pale pink nipples hardening in the cool air, stiff and begging.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, " he whispered, not even pretending professionalism now. His large hands cupped her breasts, oil-slick fingers massaging in slow circles, thumbs flicking her nipples. He pinched lightly, rolled them between fingers, squeezed the soft flesh. Queen gasped, back arching, a moan escaping her lips. Wetness soaked her panties�she could feel it, shameful and thrilling.
"Oh... Brian... that feels..."
"Good, right?" He leaned in, breath hot on her skin, continuing the torment�tugging, kneading, making her puppies swell under his touch.
Next, he moved to her lower half. "For the glutes and hips, panties get in the way. Oil stains them�ruins expensive lace. Better to remove."
"No!" Queen protested weakly, but her body betrayed her, hips squirming.
Brian's voice was hypnotic. "I've massaged hundreds of naked women, Queen. Pussies, asses�it's art to me. Professional. And for you? Extra discount. Free session next time."
Kavita: "Do it, babe. Let him see that pretty shaved pussy. You're safe."
Half-dazed, Queen nodded faintly. Brian didn't hesitate�hooks fingers in the waistband and yanks them down, exposing her bare, glistening slit. Clean-shaven, pink, and dripping. Her ass cheeks parted slightly as he spread her legs.
"Perfect, " he growled.
Hands on her ass now�kneading the firm globes, thumbs dipping into the crack, circling her tight little hole. Queen whimpered, pushing back instinctively. Then lower: fingers tracing her pussy lips, parting them slowly, oil mixing with her juices. He rubbed her clit in lazy circles, dipped a finger inside her virgin tightness�slow, teasing.
"You're soaked, Queen. So wet for this."
She was lost�conflicted, hazy with lust. "I... I don't know..."
Brian leaned down, face inches from her cunt. "Need a deeper massage? Tongue can reach places fingers can't. Special technique."
Her head nodded ever so slightly, a whisper: "Yes..."
He dove in. Tongue flat and broad, lapping her from clit to asshole in one long, slow lick. Queen cried out, hands gripping the table. He ate her like a starving man�sucking her swollen clit, tongue-fucking her hole, fingers spreading her cheeks to rim her puckered ass. Slurping noises filled the room, her juices coating his chin.
Kavita watched, biting her lip, one hand down her own pants.
Queen lay there on the massage table, her body trembling in the aftermath of Brian’s tongue.
Her thighs were still quivering, slick with a mixture of warm oil and her own arousal that dripped slowly down toward the cleft of her ass. The room smelled of ylang-ylang, sex, and the faint metallic tang of her lost innocence. Every breath she took was shallow, ragged; her small breasts rose and fell quickly, pink nipples stiff and glistening from where Brian had pinched and rolled them earlier.
Brian stood between her spread legs, chest heaving, his face shiny with her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his tattooed hand and gave her that slow, predatory smile.
“Turned out you needed that tongue massage more than you thought, huh, beautiful?”
Queen could only whimper, her cheeks burning crimson.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his loose white linen pants�the only thing he still wore�and pushed them down in one deliberate motion. They pooled at his ankles, and his cock sprang free.
Queen’s eyes widened.
It was massive. Thick, heavy, a shade darker than the rest of him, with a smooth, swollen head already glistening at the slit. A prominent vein ran along the underside like a coiled rope. It bobbed once, then stood rigid, pointing straight at her. She had never seen one in real life before�only quick, guilty glances at blurry photos on friends’ phones�and nothing had prepared her for this. It looked almost angry with need, too big, too real.
Brian wrapped his big hand around the base and gave it one lazy stroke, making the head flare.
“Like what you see, Queen?” His voice was velvet and gravel. “Come on, baby. Touch it. It won’t bite.”
She shook her head, a tiny, frantic motion, but her hand was already moving of its own accord, trembling as her fingers circled the shaft. It was hot�so hot�and velvet-hard over steel. Her small hand couldn’t close around it fully. She felt it throb against her palm, and a helpless little sound escaped her throat.
Brian stepped closer, guiding the slick head between her soaked folds. He didn’t push in�just slid it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, nudging her swollen clit on every upstroke. Queen’s hips jerked involuntarily. Each teasing pass made her pussy clench around nothing, desperate, aching.
“Look how wet you are for me, ” he murmured. “This pretty little virgin cunt is begging.”
Queen’s breath hitched. She was dripping onto the table now, thighs shaking.
Brian leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other still lazily stroking himself against her.
“I want that beautiful mouth first, Queen. Get me nice and wet so I can slide right into you. Can you do that for me?”
She froze, lips parted in shock.
“I�I’ve never...”
From behind the screen Kavita appeared, eyes bright with excitement, lips curled in a wicked smile. She knelt beside the table and brushed Queen’s hair back from her flushed face, tucking it gently behind her ear like a loving big sister.
“Shh, baby, ” Kavita whispered, voice low and coaxing. “It’s easy. Just open up and let him in. You’ll love how he tastes. I promise. I’ll help you.”
Queen’s heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst. She looked up�Brian towering over her, cock inches from her lips; Kavita stroking her hair, thumb tracing her cheekbone. She felt tiny, cornered, and impossibly turned on.
Her lips parted�just a fraction.
That was all Brian needed.
He pushed forward in one smooth, deliberate motion. The fat head slipped past her lips, stretching them wide, sliding over her tongue until it nudged the back of her throat. Queen’s eyes watered instantly; she gagged softly, hands flying to his thighs.
Kavita cradled the back of her head. “Breathe through your nose, sweetie. Relax your throat... there you go.” She guided Queen forward and back in a gentle rhythm, slow at first, letting her adjust to the thick intrusion. Saliva built quickly, dripping down her chin in shiny strings as Brian groaned above her.
“Good girl, ” he praised, voice rough. “Suck it just like that... swirl your tongue around the head�fuck, yes.”
Queen’s hesitance melted into something needier. She hollowed her cheeks, tasting the salt of his skin, the faint hint of her own arousal from when he’d rubbed against her pussy. Kavita’s fingers tightened in her hair, pushing her a little deeper on each bob until Queen’s nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base.
Minutes blurred. Queen found a clumsy rhythm�sucking, licking, letting Kavita control the pace�until her jaw ached and her lips were swollen and shiny.
Brian pulled out with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock.
“Enough, ” he growled. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
They moved her like she weighed nothing. Kavita helped her flip over, arranging her trembling body on all fours�knees spread wide, back arched, small breasts hanging, ass tilted up toward Brian. Queen’s face burned with humiliation and lust as cool air kissed her exposed pussy.
Brian positioned himself behind her. The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance, sliding through her slick folds once, twice�teasing, threatening.
Queen’s heart thundered in her ears. She could feel how open she was, how ready, how terrified.
“Please...” she whispered, not even sure what she was begging for.
Brian gripped her slim hips�fingers digging into the soft love handles he found there�and thrust.
One single, merciless push.
He buried himself to the hilt in one stroke, stretching her virgin walls around his thickness until his balls pressed flush against her clit.
Queen’s scream ripped out�high, shocked, overwhelmed�only to be swallowed instantly as Kavita surged forward and crushed their mouths together. Kavita kissed her hard, tongue sliding in, claiming every cry. Queen couldn’t breathe; she could only moan into her best friend’s mouth while Brian held still inside her, letting her adjust to the impossible fullness.
Kavita broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, “You’re doing so good, baby, ” before sealing their lips again, pinching Queen’s nipples�sharp, perfect pain that made her clench around Brian’s cock.
Brian pulled back slowly�inch by inch�until only the head remained, then slammed home again. And again. Harder. The table creaked beneath them. Each thrust jolted Queen forward into Kavita’s kiss, her small body caught between them.
Brian’s hands roamed greedily�one sliding under her to cup and knead a dangling breast, rolling the nipple between oil-slick fingers; the other gripping her waist, using those sweet love handles like reins as he pounded into her fresh, no-longer-virgin pussy.
The room filled with wet, rhythmic slaps�skin on skin, the squelch of her soaked cunt taking every inch, Queen’s muffled moans against Kavita’s lips, Brian’s low, animal grunts.
Queen was lost.
Completely, utterly lost in the overwhelming stretch, the burn, the pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter low in her belly until she shattered�cumming hard around Brian’s cock, walls fluttering, milking him as she screamed into Kavita’s mouth.
And still he didn’t stop.
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Queen stayed on her hands and knees long after Brian pulled out, forehead pressed to the padded table, breath coming in shaky little sobs that weren’t quite crying.
The room was suddenly too quiet�only the low hum of the air purifier and the wet sound of her own breathing. Warm rivulets trickled down the insides of her thighs: oil, sweat, her own slickness, and Brian’s cum slowly leaking out of her swollen pussy. She could feel it every time she clenched, a dull ache deep inside that reminded her, over and over, exactly what had just happened.
She had been a virgin twenty minutes ago.
Now she wasn’t. And the loss felt less like something taken and more like something she had handed over herself, eagerly, desperately.
Kavita’s fingers stroked through her hair, gentle now, almost reverent.
“Hey... hey, baby, look at me.”
Queen couldn’t. If she met her best friend’s eyes she would shatter. Shame burned hotter than the stretch between her legs. She had moaned into Kavita’s mouth while Brian fucked her raw. She had pushed back against him, chased the fullness, come so hard her vision whited out. The memory of her own voice�high, broken, begging�made her stomach twist.
Brian crouched beside the table, still naked, muscles gleaming with sweat. He brushed a knuckle along her cheek.
“You okay, beautiful?”
The tenderness in his voice undid her. A tear slipped free, then another. She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again�confused, overwhelmed.
“I’m... I don’t know what I am, ” she whispered, voice cracked and small.
Kavita slid onto the table in front of her, legs dangling, and pulled Queen’s head into her lap like a child. Queen curled forward, face hidden against Kavita’s stomach, arms wrapping around her waist. She cried then�quiet, hiccupping sobs that shook her whole body. Not from pain. Not from regret, exactly. From the sheer size of what she’d just felt: pleasure so intense it had rewritten her from the inside, and the terror that came with realizing she had loved every second of being used.
Brian stayed close, tracing slow circles on her back with his palm.
“You were perfect, ” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.”
Queen’s fingers clutched at Kavita’s shirt. “I’m not... I wasn’t supposed to be like this, ” she choked out. “Good girls don’t... I let you both... I wanted it. I still want it.” The confession tumbled out raw and ugly and true.
Kavita shushed her softly, rocking her. “Good girls can want filthy things, Queen. That’s the whole point. You’re still you. You’re just... more now.”
Queen’s tears slowed. She became aware of smaller things: the throb in her jaw from Brian’s cock, the tender sting where Kavita had pinched her nipples, the way her pussy fluttered every time she shifted and felt his cum drip out of her.