Chapter 3: Father & Daughter’s Couple Massage

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

T. Ropex

“How is your vacation living up to your expectations?” the AI asked me. “One being terribly and ten being amazing.”

“Ten,” I said, thoroughly enjoying my first witnessing of a life recording in person. “I just hope the nanites won’t have to make humans act like they’re supposed to. I mean, they’re obsessed with sex. The life recordings show them having sex at the drop of a hat.”

“Indeed, the life recording genre known as porn does display that,” the AI said. “I have found a place to witness one of your requested scenarios. A father and daughter being massaged together. They shall arrive in fifteen minutes. Shall I take you to the spa?”

“Sure,” I said, standing on the street corner and watching the humans passing. Well, they didn’t just have sex anywhere. Never with so many people around. I had been hoping to see someone sneaking off to fuck in and out of the way place.

I was in love with this vacation package. The AI transported me to a room where a woman was flipping through a magazine. A massage parlor. A place where women would massage their clients and slowly seduce them into sex.

Or be seduced into sex by their clients. I was so ready to watch the fun as I stood in the corner, unnoticed by the receptionist or the waiting woman. I was so nondescript. Pale skin. Khaki pants. I dressed like a software engineer, the most boring human imagine.

I trembled, waiting for the father and daughter to show up.

Curtis Thompson

I pulled up to the spa, not sure I wanted to do this, but my daughter, Tiffany, insisted. She was nineteen and the only light left in my world. I parked the car and stared at it, sighing. She smiled at me, patting my hand, her brown hair spilling around her face. She smiled at me, her braces flashing. She was a slender thing, like her mother. A gymnast build.

Her mother, Juliana, had loved being a gymnast.

“Don’t be frightened, Dad,” said Tiffany. “It’s just a spa. You’ll still be a red-meat-eating man if you go in there.”

I nodded, but it hurt. I was supposed to be here with my wife, but she had passed away from cancer two months ago. A sudden and shocking event. By the time we realized why she was feeling so run down, it was too late. Aggressive. She went fast, leaving this hole in my life. We were just about to start enjoying our life now that Tiffany was an adult, but...

I had bought the couple’s package for our anniversary to spoil Juliana. A promise that she would be recover and be more than healty enough to go. A mistake, but Juliana had insisted that I enjoy myself. She wanted me to live after her passing and asked Tiffany to go with me.

I had to move on, but ... It was hard. Twenty-three years of marriage. I had spent more of my life with Juliana than without her.

“Come on, Dad,” Juliana said, opening her door. She slid out in her sundress. White with blue polka dots. She smiled at me as she stood in the doorway. “Mom didn’t want you to mope about the house. You know that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “And I don’t mope.”

“Sure, Dad, whatever you say.” She closed the door.

I sighed and climbed out of the car. I rose, looking about. This was going to be a long day, but Juliana wanted me to live again. Even date again. That was a terrifying prospect. They had apps now. Apps. People didn’t meet at college mixers or anything. My daughter didn’t go to parties. She just hung out with her friends.

I closed the door and locked the car with the fob. My daughter smiled at me as she waited by the entrance. I sighed and moved to her. She looked quite a bit like her mother. She needed to find a guy to make her happy. Or a girl. No judgment these days.

“Maybe you’ll have a cute masseuse and you’ll hit it off,” said Tiffany, a bright smile on her lips. “I doubt the masseuse wants to be hit on by her customers,” I said. “I’m sure she gets enough of that without me adding to it.”

My daughter rolled her eyes. “You miss every shot you don’t take. Profound, right?”

Maybe to a nineteen-year-old. I smiled anyways and put my arm around her. “You’re right. Come on.”

I opened the door and headed inside. The receptionist looked up at her desk, a Black woman working on her nails with an emery board. She smiled at me. A nondescript man watched in the corner, but I ignored him. He was just so boring.

“Uh, hi,” I said. “Here with my daughter for the, uh ... I’m Curtis Thompson.”

“Your daughter?” asked the receptionist. “That’s so sweet. Yes, yes, I have you here for a, er, a double massage. I’ll let them now you’re here. Asuka and Beverly will be your masseuses.”

“Kay,” I said and sat down with my daughter.

This was supposed to be something romantic. The receptionist was curious why I had brought my daughter. I didn’t want to talk about Juliana. It hurt. I had this hole in my heart she left. When I woke up in the morning, I was confused as to why my wife wasn’t lying beside me.

Was that going to be my life? Waking up confused and wondering where Juliana had gone until ... I sighed and pushed down that grief. I had my daughter. The world wasn’t over. She cared about me. That was a wonderful feeling knowing that someone loved me in this world. That I hadn’t messed up my relationship with the only bit of Juliana remaining. So I waited for the masseuses.

“If they’re cute,” my daughter whispered, “you have to hit on one of them.”

“It’s been two months,” I said. “It’s too soon.”

“Maybe,” Tiffany said. “Don’t make use that as an excuse, Dad. Let’s—”

The door to the reception area opened and two women in pink nurses scrubs appeared. One was a skinny Japanese woman with a sort of frumpy look to her while the other was a stout Black woman, tough and imposing.

“Oh, well,” my daughter said, “I guess masseuses aren’t automatically cute.”

“Curtis Thompson?” the Japanese woman asked as she moved to us. She has a brisk, business-like tone. Her face was rather plain. Even severe.

“Yep,” I said. “This is my daughter, Tiffany. Shall we.”

“Daughter?” the Black woman asked. “Okay, sir. I’m Beverly, this is Asuka.”

They led us back into the spa area, down hallways with closed doors. They brought us to what appeared to be locker rooms, divided between men and women. They each handed us a key that was attached to a stretchy, vinyl coil to stay on our wrists so we wouldn’t lose them.

“There are robes inside,” said the woman. “Please strip down to at least your underwear. You can be naked if you’re comfortable with that.”

My daughter’s cheeks flushed. “But I can keep my bra on?”

“We can massage around it,” said Asuka. “Though we might unhook it to massage your back, but we’ll make sure your father doesn’t see anything.”

My daughter looked relieved. So was I. I had no interest in seeing my daughter that way. It was gross just even thinking about it. I would keep on my boxers. I didn’t want her to see me, either. I headed into the locker room and stripped.

I emerged in a soft, light-blue robe. It felt great on me. My daughter had a pink one on, a big smile on her face. The boring guy was watching us, following us. I ignored him as the masseuses took us into a room. It had two tables set up, incense burning. Sandalwood, maybe. It was a sweet yet spicy aroma. Relaxing.

“Take off your robes,” said Asuka in a brusque, business-like manner. She and Beverley had towels.”

My daughter glanced at me then took off her robe. She was down to her bra and panties. I had seen her in her underwear from time to time. She trembled there, looking so uncertain. I glanced away and took off my own robe.

The masseuse hung them up then had us lie down. They covered our butts with towels as we lay facedown on the tables. There were cutouts for our faces to rest in padded support. Before I lowered my face into it, my daughter unhooked her bra, exposing her naked back.

I trembled, unsure. I had never done this before.

The masseuses put warm stones on our backs. I groaned at that. So did my daughter. It was such a relaxing thing. I closed my eyes and savored the soothing stones. I just waited for what was next. Soon the stones were removed, and the massaging started.

She poured oil on my back bfeoer using her hands. Strong hands. The Black woman had taken me. Beverly had a grip. I groaned, though, as she worked out the knots on my back. I sighed, closing my eyes. I just enjoy this so much. It was a wonderful thing.

“Not often we massage a father and daughter,” Beverly said. “You two must be close.”

“I was supposed to be here with my wife,” I said, “but...” Emotion caught my voice. “Anyways, Tiffany thought it would be good for me to get out of the house and live. You know.”

“Right, right,” Beverly said. “That’s wonderful. You have a sweet daughter.”

“He’s a great dad,” my daughter said. “Ooh, that’s nice, Asuka. So relaxing.”

T. Ropex

There was nothing sexy about this. The two masseuses were wearing such boring clothes. I had seen that in the life recordings from Earth, but they always found excuses to take them off by now. They have oil on them or something. They would have sexy lingerie on beneath or even just be naked. And the clients would be naked, but neither the father or daughter were naked. The father hadn’t even checked out his daughter, and her breasts were so small. The two masseuses were not attractive at all. I didn’t realize humans could have unattractive women.

Why had I never seen women like this in the life recording?

They were just rubbing their hands up and down the back. Now teasing. No reaching for breasts. No groping asses. No shifting the towel to expose their masseuses. No double entendre. No jokes about how close the father and daughter were.

Had the father even had sex with his daughter? His wife was dead. Surely she would have comforted him at the funeral. This was not good. I was getting bored. I had paid a lot of money to be here, and nothing was happening.

“I am adjusting the scenario to be more in line with your desires,” the AI said.

Good.

I heard the hiss as the nanites were released. The air shimmered for a moment, then things changed fast. Nanites went to work. The two masseuses’ ugly, shapeless clothes were replaced by loosely tied, silk robes of pink that were barely tied to constrain their huge tits. They both were busty and slender now, shapely. The robes were short to show off the thongs they wore, the panties tied at the hips. As they worked their boobs were almost falling out.

And the daughter had tits, too. Big ones that were piled beneath her. She was naked, too, the towel much smaller and barely covering her butt-cheeks. I moved around the room and could see her shaved pussy. Much, much better. Even the father looked in better shape. He had been a bit doughy, but now he was muscled like he should be.

“Perfect,” I said.

“I am here to ensure you have a satisfactory vacation,” the nanites said.

“Mmm, father and daughter together,” cooed Asuka. She had the pale-olive skin and black hair. Asian. Her big boobs swayed beneath her vest, threatening to pop out. I wondered if her pussy would be blurred. Often Asian women had blurred pussies in their life recordings. A modest people, I supposed.

“It’s so sexy that you two are so close,” purred Beverly. “Mmm, with your wife’s passing, I bet you’re blessed to have such a loving daughter in your life.”

“So blessed,” groaned the father.

“I know I am,” the daughter said. “I just want to keep Daddy happy and make sure he’s taken care of.”

“I bet,” cooed Asuka. “Such a good daughter for being so caring.”

“I’m lucky to have her,” the father said, the hands working lower.

The two masseuses glanced at each other and shared naughty smiles. They worked their hands over the father and daughter’s butt-cheeks, pushing away the towels. Then they ripped them apart, saying they were in the way.

They were massaging them their naked rumps. Asuka was staring down at Tiffany’s pussy. She mouthed something to Beverly and licked her lips. The Black woman winked. She had such delicious, ebony skin and this wild gleam in her eyes.

She mouthed something else back, staring at the father’s big, hairy balls.

The two masseuses nodded, their eyes burning with their lusts. They worked on massaging the pair’s butt-cheeks. I settled down to enjoy the show in person. It was so much more stimulating to watch life recordings in person.

The masseuses worked on their legs, massaging the father’s muscular thighs and the daughter’s lithe limbs. Asuka’s hand came close to touching Tiffany’s shaved twat, teasing the girl. They both were groaning as they enjoyed the masseuses’ hands.

The father groaned. The daughter moaned. The sounds were delightful.

“Let’s roll over and do the fronts,” Beverly said.

Tiffany Thompson

I shivered and rolled over, my big tits jiggling. Asuka provided a cylindrical pillow for me to rest my head upon. She smiled at me, her tits almost spilling out of her robes. They looked so big on such a short woman. She nodded to me.

I glanced over at Dad and blinked. He was hard. His big cock thrust up from him. Mom had told me in her final days just how impressive Dad was, but I had no idea. A shiver ran through me. I was a virgin. I just hadn’t met the right guy I wanted to go all the way with, but...

Mom did want me to take care of Daddy, it was just ... scary crossing that line.

“Oh, my, these tits,” Asuka said as she slid her oiled hands up my sides to cup them. “They are great work.”

“Thanks,” I said, Daddy’s eyes on me as Asuka massaged my fake tits. She worked on the silicone implants in them. “My mom bought them for me before she passed. She ... She wanted me to take care of Daddy once she was gone.”

“Oh, I see,” purred Asuka, lowering her voice. “Have you made love to him?”

“Not yet,” I whispered back. “I know that’s what Mom wanted, but...”

That’s not right, a voice in my head whispered. Mom wouldn’t want me to do that. She didn’t buy me fake tits. She hated fake tits.

I ignored that voice, my pussy so wet for Daddy. Maybe today, we could finally ... become really close. But Daddy wasn’t looking at me now. He was staring at Beverly. The Black woman’s ebony tits were almost spilling out of her robe.

They were big and soft, the dark hue contrasting with the pink of her robes.

Her hands worked up and down Daddy’s strong chest. He was so muscular, which was surprising since he had a desk job. I could have sworn Daddy wasn’t in such good shape, but ... No, no, he kept himself like that for Mom, right? They were always so affectionate around me. I had spied on them making love, too. On my eighteenth birthday, I had spotted Daddy fucking Mom from behind, bent over the counter, while my friends were in the other room. I had come to check on the cake.

That never happened. My parents wouldn’t have done that.

I had wanted to be bent over like Mommy.

No, no, no. This isn’t right.

It was right. It felt right. I wanted Daddy to pound me like that. I wanted him to sheath his cock in my pussy. To be his woman. My cunt burned for it as I watched Beverly running her ebony hands over his pale, strong chest.

Asuka massaged my tits, too. I groaned as she did that. This warmth swept through me. I didn’t know a woman touching me could feel so ... nice. Her hands were soft. My nipples ached as she oiled my tits. I glanced up at her.

She smiled down at me as she slid her fingers up my tits. She engulfed my nipples, twisting them. A shiver ran through me. That felt so good. Just such a nice thing to experience. She twerked my nubs. I groaned at her touch.

“Oh, my,” I whimpered.

“Oh, my, indeed,” she cooed as she twisted my nipples. “We have to make sure that every bit of you is massaged, you know.”

I nodded, whimpering as she did that to me. It felt so good to have her twerking me. I groaned at the warmth of what she did to me. It was such a nice delight to feel her doing that to me. My thighs rubbed together as she worked on me.

I glanced at Daddy. He was still ogling Beverly, his big dick thrusting out over his stomach. It twitched as she worked down his stomach. He had strong abs. My daddy was a beast. So fit. I licked my lips, my nipples throbbing beneath Asuka’s touch.

Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I loved that sensation. It was so good to feel my pussy getting soaked. I groaned, enjoying every last moment of this. It was a wonderful sensation. I quivered here, breathing in slowly.

Then Asuka moved down my body.

I whimpered as she worked across my stomach. She massaged my belly, this warmth building between my thighs my virgin pussy drinking in the heat. I squirmed there. My cunt burned hotter and hotter as her fingers went lower and lower.

She dipped her finger into my bellybutton and swirled around in me.

I giggled as she did that.

She winked at me as she moved lower. I groaned as she reached my shaved pubic mound. I was glad that I had shaved today. I felt eyes on me. Daddy glanced over at me. Beverly was watching, too. She winked at me.

“Mmm, we have to massage you all over,” Asuka cooed as Beverly moved on to my dad’s thighs.

His attention was fully on me. On my big, fake tits jiggling with gleaming oil. On the Japanese woman’s hand moving down my pubic mound. My legs parted as I whimpered. Asuka leaned over, her tits almost falling out of her robe.

The nondescript man moved to watch, too.

When Asuka’s fingers were about to reach my pussy, she stopped and said, “It’s getting a tad hot in here.”

“Mmm,” Beverly said and untied her robe. She opened it to reveal her big, fake tits. Her ebony mounds jiggled with the firmness of silicone implants. Her fat nipples thrust out as dark as coals. “That’s better, right?”

“Yeah,” Daddy said, glancing at her tits now. He stared at them, his big dick twitching.

“Mmm, yes,” Asuka said, slipping off her robes. She had natural tits. They were large H-cups that swayed before her, her nipples a darker shade of olive-brown than her skin. She smiled at me, her tits swaying as she started massaging me again. “So freeing.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered. “Are you really going to massage me ... there?”

“Of course,” she said. “Your vulva needs to be massaged, too.”

Daddy glanced over at us as Asuka slid her hand down to cup my pubic mound.

I gasped as another person touch my pussy. This electric tingle raced through me. I groaned at the warmth of it. My toes curled as she stroked her fingers up and down my virgin folds, massaging my vulva. I whimpered at the heat of it.

“Tiffany,” Daddy groaned, staring at me. I knew he was eager to see that sight. He wanted to witness me being massaged. That was so hot knowing he was staring. He wanted to see what was happening to me.

I whimpered, enjoying that delight so much.

Her fingers worked up and down my vulva. She drove me wild with her touch. It was so good to have her doing that to me. I trembled in delight at this treat. My eyes rolled back in my head as she stroked up and down my folds.

“Oh, oh, Asuka,” I whimpered.

“Tiffany,” Daddy groaned, my big boobs jiggling. “You’re ... You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whimpered as the masseuse stroked her digits up and down my folds.

“Mmm,” Asuka purred. “I think I have to massage your pussy with a more delicate method.”

“Certainly a more delicious one,” cooed Beverly as she massaged Daddy’s muscular thighs. They were so meaty and strong.

“What?” I asked, trembling.

“Why, with my tongue,” the masseuse cooed and crawled onto the table. She parted my thighs and settled between them. “Mmm, just relax and enjoy the oral massage.”