3rd Chromosome: Spa

Hello there! Another tale to tell here. This was a request from DarkRage. Contains the usual. Futa, sexiness, celebs, sex, and career assumptions from being a 3C. Comments and feedback are welcome. Everyone is over 18, etc. Enjoy!

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Hilary tapped her foot impatiently as the receptionist typed information into the computer.

"You're all set. Is there anything else I can get you?" The brunette behind the counter closed out her computer screen.

"Is Destiny available today?"

"She is not. She's out on maternity leave for the next few weeks."

"Oh." Hilary was disappointed, though slightly nervous at that remark. The receptionist gave her a knowing look.

"However we had a replacement massage therapist available. I can book you in."

"Please."

"One second...and there. You have a 12:13 with Mara."

"Thank you."

"Enjoy your stay." The brunette directed Hilary Duff to the red door on her right. The Red Door, as the spa was known, was a very special spa. It catered to a very specific clientele. Hilary ran her fingers through her hair as she made her way inside. First she stopped at the locker room. An attendant provided her with a white bathrobe that seemed to be made of fluff and a pair of memory foam slippers. Once inside the locker room proper she started slipping out of her outfit. Her windbreaker went on the hook quickly followed by her top. Her pants puddled onto the floor leaving the brunette in just her underwear.

Hilary turned and looked into the mirror near her. Not too shabby. She mused. The former Disney starlet had taken decent care of herself and it showed. Spa trips like this certainly help. Hilary reached around and unhooked her bra, letting the straps slide sensuously off her arms until it cascaded off to the floor. One last thing. Hilary glided her hands over to her panties; her fingers running over her magnificent bulge that the blue material struggled to contain. Hilary was a 3C; one of those blessed, or cursed, with both genders.

The brunette hooked the sides with her fingers and slid the underwear down. It seemed to sigh with relief as it no longer had to contain her flaccid member. She stepped out of the underwear and looked back in the mirror. Her cock hung pleasantly from her crotch; flaccidly, it went to her mid-thigh. Erect, it just about reached her knee. Yet, that wasn't a good judge, as she was only 5'2". A better measurement was against a ruler, and for that she was 11". She absently pulled on the cock; letting it breathe after being trapped in its' fabric prison. Just underneath, her balls seemed to relax as well; drooping as they were no longer held firm against her body. Each one was close to a ping pong ball in size and produced copious amounts of sperm. I may want to get a paternity test. Hilary thought. That's what Gale, the receptionist, was hinting at. I'm sure I'm not the only one she fucks though.

Hilary wrapped herself up in the bathrobe and closed her locker door. The sounds of slippers on tile followed the brunette as she plodded down the hallway. The smell of chlorine and chemicals filled her nostrils as she emerged into the pool area. She heard laughter and continued onward.

"...it was awkward to say the least. When she picked herself up, I was standing right there. I had already looked down her shirt so that wasn't the only thing standing if you get my drift."

Hilary turned the corner and found two girls sitting in a hot tub.

"Hilary!" Amanda Bynes shouted as she saw her, causing Lindsay Lohan to turn. She frantically waved her hands as if Hilary was on the other side of the room.

"Amanda, Lindsay. I didn't know you would be here." Hilary smiled at her two compatriots as she approached the bubbling water.

"I had some time off after filming, figured I stop in." Lindsay responded. The redhead did a lot of independent work now, ditching main screen stuff after Mean Girls and Freaky Friday.

"Oh, how'd the go?" Hilary slipped off her robe revealing her full naked glory. She felt both ladies drinking in her form.

"Canyons was interesting." Lindsay reached over and plunked a wine glass from the side. "Everyone wants to chase Freaky Friday."

Hilary thought about that as she took off her slippers and tested the water. Freaky Friday became a champion movie for 3Cs. It was the same old mother daughter body swap plot but with a twist: The daughter was a 3C and was hiding it from her mother. Lindsay's fame skyrocketed even more after that, and she had the power to do indie works. "Oh?"

"Yeah. A couple with an open relationship and the girl is a 3C, blah blah blah." Lindsay rolled her eyes and took a drink.

"You're not impressed." Hilary slid into the water, her skin rejoicing as the bubbles cascaded over her.

"Oh come on Hils, you know it's bullshit." Amanda chimed in. "Lindsay just took the job for a paycheck right?"

"Audi payment." Lohan corrected.

Hilary shook her head, that's how it went we these two. "So what we're you talking about before?"

"Ahh!" Lindsay nearly slammed her glass down. "That my friend is a tale."

"Should we?" Amanda asked.

"We should." Lindsay scooted herself next to Hilary, pressing her body against her. "We, Amanda and I took a little trip down to Cancun. So much fun."

"It was." Amanda confirmed. "There was one party, I think went for 2 days. So many women."

"Yeah." Lindsay licked her lips as she thought back to it. "On day 2 of the party, 3rd day of our bender, we were at this pool side cabana. Amanda disappeared with these two chicks. Did you ever learn their names?"

"Nope. Just Barbie 1 and Barbie 2." Amanda closed her eyes and made a gesture with her hand in the shape of an hour glass. Her other hand disappeared in the water. "Twins, and they did everything together. Everything. I got to scratch a double off the list."

"Everyone's had a double." Lindsay corrected.

"But not twins!" Amanda added defensively. "I should have gotten their numbers."

"Meanwhile I'm at the bar, just hanging out, checking on the locals, when this black haired beauty comes stumbling up. She's a total mess, boobs hanging out of her bikini. Had a bit of a Megan Fox look going on." The redhead started explaining. "She stumbles down in front of me and looks up.

"Now I know I'm not the biggest out there, but little Lohan was at attention; my bottoms were busted trying to hold her in." Lindsay starting laughing, "Her eyes go wide and a place a hand on either side of my crotch; making him stick out that much more. I tell her 'Where'd you think this came from a pill bottle?'"

The entire group busted out laughing. Lindsay loved taking people by surprise. "So did you?'

"Of course I did!" She shouted. "There was nothing that girl wouldn't do."

Hilary felt Lindsay's cock beneath the water. The thick member glided along her body as it hardened; inching her thigh to her own engorging member. A hand went with the dick. Lindsay's paw slid right along with it along Hils thigh.

"Everything?"

"Everything." Lindsay leaned in close, going in for a kiss. Hilary was ready to return it.

"Ms. Duff?" A staffer broke them out of their lust. "Your massage appointment is in 10 minutes."

"I...erm...thank you..." What rotten luck. Hilary went it for a kiss anyway. "Looks like I need to go."

The redhead was already over at Amanda, her hands deep beneath the bubbling waves. "Suit yourself."

Hilary climbed out of the pool, her skin puckering against the cool air as water dripped off her body. Time for a good rub down. She mused as she redonned her robe. As she left the pool area she heard Amanda cry out in pleasure. "Give it to me you slut!"

Hmmm, those two.

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Hilary approached the door to the massage room and knocked.

"Come in." The voice was decidedly feminine, dropping with sexuality.

Hilary walked inside, only to be greeted by a pixie of a woman. "Hello, I am Mara."

"Um. Hi." Her eyes worked her up and down several times. Whereas Destiny, her previous masseuse was a tall elegant woman, Mara was sexiness compressed. Her hair was a brunette blonde swirl in a pixie cut. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief. Her full lips looked perpetually curled into a smile. As Hilary traces her eyes down she noticed her small chest confined in a sports bra. Yet, that was not a problem for her. Hilary was surprised, floored even, by Mara's mexican heritage showing. Her ass was a thing of beauty, bursting forth from her thin frame, yet still managing to be contained in her exercise pants. If she had to guess, she'd imagine that her butt was bigger than Iggy's and Kim's. And very slappable.

"Please, remove your garments and get on the table. Cover yourself up with the sheet. I'll be outside." All business though. She left as Hilary started to work herself out of her robe. Her voice was commanding. It promised naughtiness and seduction, it filled her body with desire and made her loins tingle. Her robe was quickly tossed aside, she slid onto the table between the sheets.

There was a knock on the door. "Are you ready Ms. Duff."

"I'm ready for anything you want to give me." She responded, ideally hoping she'd give all she wanted. Hopefully she wouldn't stain the sheets with her desire; already little Hilary was plumping up. Hopefully it wouldn't lift her ass off the table.

Suffice to say, the massage was heaven. Hilary was practically gripping the table for dear life as Mara worked her way up and down her body. Her strong oiled hands slid across her receptive skin. Her touch: electric as she worked out her muscles, replacing dull aches with a pleasant soreness. She was putty in her hands, and these were the hands of a master. Was she as skilled a lover as she was a masseuse? Hilary wanted to know. She was going to know no matter what.

Mara finished her back with a gentle pull on her neck, leaving Hilary was complete jello. It was almost like her body refused to move after experiencing such a delight. "Flip over."

That worried Hilary. Her cock was painfully erect now. All 11 inches were pressing hard against the table material, denting it nicely. Her mind flashed to anything that would help; baseball, movie scripts, her ex's cooking... Wait. Why am I worried about this? This is a 3C spa. Surely Mara knew that going in. Hilary thought to herself.

The brunette suppressed a moan as she rolled over. Her dick, now free from its' resting spot, sprung free and now slid along the thin fabric that covered her. It tented the fabric nicely as she came to rest; the sheet was pulled into a tent that even now started to darken. Mara didn't say anything however. Instead, the masseuse continued her work on Hilary, her hands gliding across her flesh.

What surprised Hilary was when Mara leaned in over her, giving her an eye full of her breasts. Yet, her hands were what garnered the most attention. A moan escaped Hilary's lips as Mara wrapped her hands around her breasts. Her fingertips teased the supple flesh, making Hilary squirm.

"Mmmhmmm." Mara confirmed as she continued her rubdown. Her hands toyed with each tit in turn, rubbing it thoroughly before cupping it; delicately squeezing each one and flicking at her engorged nipples.

"Jesus!" Hilary declared, her whole body shaking. Destiny was much more direct when it came to their love making. No Mara was more like putting a pot of tea on to simmer, and Hilary was going to boil over soon. She desperately wanted to reach about and grab those boobs dangling before her; nipples making dents in her top. Mara had moved past that however; she had shifted over to the side letting her hands trace their way down the 3Cs body.

In a flash the blanket covering Hilary's engorged, leaking cock was gone. Her mighty pillar glistened from its' lubrication and spasmed when Mara wrapped her hands around it. The petite latina's hands barely encircled the member; her oiled fingers doing their best to massage the pulsing meat. She murmured something in Spanish.

"Hmm?" Hilary looked up as best as she could.

"Oh, I've never seen one this big before." Mara explained through pursed lips. "It looks so...virile."

Oh it is you little skank. Hilary thought as Mara continued her assault. Clearly this was going to be a happy ending scenario, but she wanted more than just a handjob. The brunette grimaced and bided her time, waiting for something to show up. She did not have to wait long. Mara had gone in quite close as she pumped her hands across the mighty meat that jutted from Hilary's crotch. With just a little luck...

Hilary thrust up when Mara seemed closest. Her dick sprang forward, practically smacking the petite masseuse in the face. She had no time to recover as Hilary's hands grabbed either side of her head and forced her down. Partially in shock, Mara put up no resistance as Hilary's 11-inch member popped into her mouth. The oiled pillar easily slid in nearly half way before Mara started to gag. It was almost comical how it turned out. Mara's oiled hands finding no grip as she struggled to dismount.

"Mmmph...Mmmph!"

"Come on you little Latina, you want it. Ever since you laid eyes on it." Hilary replied in a firm tone. Mara was no doubt questioning this turn of events. "Just go on and suck it."

Mara hesitated for a moment that complied; her throat relaxed and Hilary was able to slide a few more inches in. She bucked her hips and forced Mara's head down; slowly feeding more and more of her cock down her partner's throat. Her rod was slick with oil and saliva as she continued to work it. Mara stopped struggling and started to respond in kind. No longer was Hilary having to force her head up and down. Instead, Mara was meeting her thrusts until nearly the entire rod was inside. The Latina started to shake her head as she went, swirling her throat and causing the cock to twist around as it went in. Hilary almost came then and there.

Hilary, as much as she didn't want to, forced Mara off of her. Coming up from the table she stood up on shaky feet and got behind the sexual Latina. Her hands glided up her flesh; squeezing at first then slapping that incredible derriere. Yep, quite slappable. Together, her hands coasted to her crotch, feeling the heat coming off her cunt. She could feel moisture and leaned into Mara's ear. "You're wet aren't you?"

"Mmm..." Mara could only moan in response as the brunette saddled up with her fingers; tracing the outline of her sex. Yet, that was Hilary's final destination, not the complete journey. She pushed herself closer to Mara, her erect cock squeezing itself between the twin cheeks of her pillowy ass; coming to a rest just under her leaking cunt. Her hands reached up, poking each exposed ab in turn before reaching her tits.

Mara's tits were small, maybe a B cup on a big day, but that didn't stop her from having some impressive nipples. Those two nubs dented out her bra extremely well. Mara cooed in approval as Hilary cupped her breasts; her fingers taking in a gum drop sized nipple between them. That coo became a moan and shudder as Hilary rolled the nipples around; giving them a good squeeze and pull. The 3C also began to buck her hips, slamming her waist into Mara and running her cock up and down thigh gap.

Hilary licked at her ear while whispering. "Aren't you wearing too much?"

No words were spoken as Mara hooked her thumbs on her waist band and pulled down her pants. Hilary's hands sunk into the pliable flesh of her ass; kneading it, shaking it and just touching it. I don't think I've had an ass like this! Her cock resumed its' journey back and forth across her sex. Slowly it was becoming slick with Mara's juices; she was leaking that much. Hilary flexed a muscle causing her cock to rise up and bang against Mara's cunt.

"Knock Knock. Are you going to open up?"

Mara pushed the table forward and leaned in. She braced herself and looked back at Hilary. The brunette had paused to take in the sight: Mara's pussy was on full display. The pink orifice looked puffy and just seemed to beg her to enter. Her own cock twitched involuntarily; it was getting impatient and wanted to get at its' new conquest.

The 3C celeb aligned herself as she walked forward; her 11-inch member lined up with her prize. Surprisingly, there was no resistance at first. The large head pushed aside the doors to Mara's cathedral and explored further. She was nearly half way in when she got serious resistance. Clearly, this wasn't her first time, but it was obviously no one as big as her had knocked on Mara's gates. Time to change that!

There was no gentleness to describe what happened. Hilary locked her hands on Mara's narrow waist and started to pull. Her hips bucked and slowly she forced herself onward. A steady stream of yells erupted from her partners' lips as she pushed. Mara wiggled and pushed, stimulating Hilary to go even harder. Her balls slapped the underside of her cock as she went; the dull thud filling the room. As she got closer the thud was replaced with a different noise, the noise of testicles hitting thighs. With each stroke Hilary smashed her gonads into the thick thighs of Mara. It was a satisfying sound, but not as satisfying as the tight cunt she was plowing.

There was no fanfare when Hilary hit bottom. No banners, no lights, but she had done it. She stood there for a moment just basking in the glory of her achievement. Her cock seemed to vibrate, buried as it was. She then realized something. Mara had an amazing amount of control of her muscles. It was like being in a massage chair as she alternated her muscles, milking Hilary for all she was worth. The brunette just sat there and absorbed it, taking in all the sensations as the Latina continued her efforts. Yet, she couldn't stand it any longer.

Her hands tightened their grip on her partners' waist. She began to back out, pulling with her hips but no moving in an inch. Mara was tight, and refusing to let go. Hilary strained and pulled a little free before slamming back in. Then again, and again. Each time the power of her strokes and the distance increasing.

Mara cried out but Hilary didn't care. Her hips worked a locomotion as she began to piston Mara; her cock emerging for just a second before slamming back inside. It bottomed out with each mighty thrust. The table was moving as she continued; it too was yielding to her powerful strokes. Hilary walked with it across the room, relentlessly pummeling the pussy before her.

The table hit the wall, but it did not matter. Hilary's gears were too wound up. Her thrusting was aggressive and raw. Each one sent that massive butt quivering, even more than the slaps it was now receiving. Her hand felt raw as it hit the behind, but Mara enjoyed it. Loved it even. Each slap rang out with a thwack, causing Mara to moan on her name and tighten all her muscles.

Hilary was nearly cumming. Her cock was sliding in and out like clockwork, her hips bucking in a blur as she defiled her partner. Each little push bringing mountains of pleasure to both of them. Mara cried out, her entire body rigid as her own orgasm hit, Hilary not far behind. She was so close; it wasn't a matter of if but merely when. Her balls seemed to swell up even larger with that thought.

Hilary's own orgasm came on so fast it surprised her. A torrent of cum was released from her cannon midstroke. Her body locked up as the orgasm overrode her brain. The brunette's mind spasmed and pulled back. A mistake as her cock kept discharging its' cargo. Her member bucked as it came free, covering Mara's ass in seed as it came to rest between those two pillowy cheeks. A few more shots rang out, going as far as the latina's shoulders before Hilary's orgasm subsided. She regained control of her body and checked her work.