That time a masseuse [F] asked me [M] for more (Part 1)

With quarantine driving me insane, I figured now is a good time to share this story as any. This is a series of events that, while not inherently linked together, all happened within the space of about 2-3 months.

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Obviously this is a burner account so no place names, and all the names of people have been changed. It’s gonna be a X-parter, if people are into it, so I’ll try to get to the point as quick as I can.

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As I say that, here’s the last of the disclaimers: these are true stories. Any embelishments are included to make the story flow better (and to hide it from being so true-to-life that the people involved might recognize it. Some of them are frequent reddit :P)

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Ok here goes.

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Part 1: Massage blues

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Years back, I moved cities to pursue a new job. While I had some friends in the city I moved to, the nature of the job forced me to be a bit more isolated than what I used to. Sales will do that to you, especially when you have to do cold calls and in-person presentations. It’s a grind.

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That, and I was in a long distance relationship that was coming apart at the seams. I suddenly found myself unable to make time for myself, let alone spend the 45 minute commute to catch up with friends around the city. By the time I come home daily, I’d be tired down to my soul…which also meant that my schedule would rarely match with my SO.

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Long story short, overworked, super tired and underfucked.

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One of the few things I’ve come to enjoy are massages. I used to take them rarely, about once every few months. But between the new job and the constant traveling and the general feeling of loneliness, I began to take them regularly. About once every 2 weeks.

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I got so used to going to them that I started having go-to places. I avoided the ones with a reputation for being dirty massage parlors, because a few weeks into my move, there was a raid on one of the places that offered that kind of service. I wasn’t looking for someone to fondle my junk anyway. I really just wanted the stress kneaded out of me. A looker and a warm touch were really just bonuses.

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That’s what I thought at least.

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One particularly brutal Q3, I made the mistake of sleeping in the office trying to pull an all-nighter sales report. I alternated between sleeping on an office sofa and my office chair. Terrible for your back. When I woke up, it was 4AM and man did I need my back stretched out like a noodle.

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So I walked out of our office. Our complex was in between the suburbs and downtown, which meant you can walk a few blocks down and see big business sites, turn a corner, and you’d find a small brick-and-mortar business in an alley somewhere. I walked around trying to look for coffee when I saw the chinese neon sign of a massage place. 24 hours it said, offering asian and thai inspired massages.

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This one of the places that had a reputatio for offering happy endings, though not one that was raided recently. I remember thinking, “well if it wasn’t raided then then with my luck it’s goign to be raided with me inside it.”

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At this point I think it would be good to hand out some advice: your ability to make decisions are dogshit when you haven’t slept properly in days.

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I walk in. I thought, “hey, all I want is for some asian lady to stretch my back, maybe walk on it, and make it pop off like a bunch of poprocks. I’m not looking for anything else.”

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Inside, there were a few masseuse ladies asleep on the receiving couch. One of them was slumped over the cashier area. I was about to leave when she stirred. I inquired about the packages and went for an hour and half. I wanted the relatively physical ones since my back was murdering me at this point.

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After a bit of waiting, another lady came out to lead me into one of the massage rooms. She took me through a corridor with very thin separator walls. Think paperboard and curtains. I was relieved when we stopped in front of a proper room, with a one of those massage table things with the hole for your face. She leads me in and tells me to disrobe and put on the towel and complementary shorts.

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The massage itself was pretty goood. She did something with her knees and pulling my arms back that made every popping sound from my lower back to my upper back sound off that honestly knocked me out for the remainder of the massage. At some point she asked me to flip over to my front.

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Finally. Paragraphs in and we’re at the part everyone’s waiting for.

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I flip over and I have the beginnings of a boner. I’m not sporting a full mast yet, but you can definitely see piping forming near my inner thighs. The massage place had dim lighting so I’m here hoping the masseuse doesn’t notice. I should probably take the time here to describe my masseuse.

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My masseuse looked like she was asian, with a mix of caucasian in there somewhere. She wasn’t petite, but her features were super proportional. Perfect ass to tits ratio. She had a cute bob haircut and a really sexy smile that honestly just made her pleasant to be around, but her best features would have to be her legs. Perfectly toned, with the kind of thigh gap you’d love to bury something in the middle of.

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Anyway.

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I flip over and because I’m a dumbass, I mouth a garbled, “sorry.” She asks me what for and I say that it’s because I’m getting a little excited. She laughs one of the tiny women laughs that pumped more blood in the exact place I needed it to and she tells me that it’s fine. She gets it a lot.

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I close my eyes back down again. I’m feeling a little flushed at this point from that brief encounter but honestly I was so comfortable that I wanted to fall back asleep.

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Somewhere during her working my thighs though, I feel her spreading a towel over my crotch area. Weird, I’ve never had anyone do that before but alright. A moment later, I can feel grabbing both ends of the towel, on either side of me, and she starts pressing down. Effectively pushing the surface of the towel over my crotch down into it.

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That’s when it hit me. Is this girl trying to get an impression of my dick?

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Feeling a rush of blood once again, I begin to throb. I hear gasp a little “oh” and she lets go of the towel. At this point I’m feeling heady and a little dumb. What’s a little flirting, I think to myself, right?

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“I’m not sure if I should charge a little extra.”

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She’s honestly disarmed by it, but then she laughs it off. She continues on her massage but at some point she asks me if I’ve ever been here. I told her I haven’t. She tells me she doesn’t blame me. In the mornings, the masseuse on staff are middle aged women who aren’t all that attractive.

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“The best ones work this late,” she tells me.

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She walks away to a small table on the corner of the room to get more oil. I try to adjust the towel on me. She must’ve heard the shuffling because she then asks me if I know what this place is. “I have an idea,” I said. She tells me that it’s ok, people on their first time don’t know how to ask. I take that as a challenge. At this point, I’m well into stupid territory and I come back with a, “why don’t you show me what I can avail?”

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She comes back to and places her hand on my calf. It’s small, warm, soft and oily. She slowly moves up from my calf and onto my thighs. She wiggles her hand underneath shorts and with her fingers, brushes on the tip of my cock.

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She looks at me deadon and says for starters, this one is 50 bucks.

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Fuck. I haven’t had someone on my junk for months now but I was so turned on that all I knew was that I wanted this woman to massage all my load out of me.

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I said ok and she starts to remove the towel and my shorts. All without breaking eye contact. She starts to give me the best goddamn handjob I’ve ever received in my life. She would oil me up, and with one hand stroke upwards, rounding out the tip of my cock, while using her other hand to fondle my balls. Whenever I would go stiff, she would use one hand and move up to my abdomen and give me a gentle massage. She wasn’t allowing me to cum, not just yet.

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Every so often she would mouth some sexy shit. “You’re so stressed, look at this cock.” “Let me take care of that.”

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I was just about thrashing at this point, while still trying to keep my composure and not make any noise. At some point, I grabbed on to her ass and felt her panties through thin scrubs. She looked at me and said, “no no, touching costs extra.”

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So I relent. I would keep my hand on her ass while she started her endgame on my dick. She started going faster and faster and faster. Now, I’m not about to give you a description on my dick to rival a porn star’s. Suffice to say that I had good length and ok girth. But what I did have going for me was stamina.

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After her non-stop beating on my dick, I could feel her hands getting tired. She looked at me and said, “Wow, most people would blow their load by now. You must be popular with the ladies.” I tell her I was but I have been dry for a while. She looks at me and says that maybe I’m saving up for a big load for her.

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“Are you goign to cum for me?”

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FUCK. This lady know which buttons to press. I tell her I’m close and so she picks up the pace again. After a minute or two I try my luck again and brush up against her ass. She must have been feeling turned on too because she lets me keep my hand there. And even as I began to push my luck, she starts to moan when I move to her pussy.

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“Fuck. Just this once,” she says. “Just touch, ok?”

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She pulls her scrubs down and I immediately finger her through her panties. She’s having difficulty standing straight now so she’s leaned over low as she’s beating me off and me fingering her. Her moans are getting me over the edge and I tell her I’m about to cum. She straightens out and uses two hands now while I sit up so that I can properly reach her pussy.

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It was a massive load. At the point that I come I feel her drip into my fingers. I tell her I’m cumming and she puts two hands over my cock, but I blow off so much that it overflows and I get some on her face anyway.

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We’re both out of breath. The whole thing felt like hours. She goes over to get some towels, and while she’s toweling me off she manages to get a mini handjob in there too.

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She leaves me for a bit while I get dressed. I took out a 50 from my wallet and as I hand it to her when she re-enters the room she tells me in a hushed tone:

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“I get off 6AM. There’s a motel nearby. You want to continue this session?”

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Hell yes.

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Sorry for the long essay. This is one of the hotter memories I’ve ever had and like I said, the start to a few sexual encounters in the space of 2 months. If people are interested for a part two, I will oblige.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iwco9d/that_time_a_masseuse_f_asked_me_m_for_more_part_1