My [M50+] first Tantric Massage Experience [MF]

“Fuck me…” I muttered in disgust after hanging up my phone. It was news of yet another cancelled meeting with a prospective client that I had scheduled to meet weeks before at an industry conference in Las Vegas. Apparently, a wave of Covid had washed through a large portion of our industry at a super spreader event the week before, but as I was not in attendance I dodged that bullet.

A month before, I had booked a larger suite at my hotel in Vegas. The suite was designed to handle client gatherings complete with an office table, but it was going to waste since no one was coming. I’d received some cancellations leading up to the trip, but I’d spent all morning receiving updated cancellations via emails, texts and phone calls. My calendar was wiped out, so the rest of my day was now wide open to do as I pleased. I scrolled thru my contact list and sent out a few inquiries to some other prospects in case they were free, but I knew getting on someone else’s schedule this late meant my chances were slim.

I debated heading to the pool, buying a bucket of cold beers and fucking off for the rest of the day, but the stress of the cancellations had created a knot in my neck. ‘A massage would be nice to work out the kinks’ I thought.

I picked up the room phone and got connected with the spa. “Am looking for an hour of availability anytime this afternoon, any type of massage is fine, though I prefer a female masseuse.”

“Sir, unfortunately we’re quite understaffed these days so we typically require at least 24 hours of notice to reserve a spot. Based on current availability, we won’t be able to accommodate you until tomorrow at 6 p.m.”

“Thanks, but I’m checking out tomorrow morning at 8 a.m.” I replied with a grunt of disappointment. “Can you check to see if any of the spas at sister properties have any availability for today?”

“Unfortunately, we can’t access their calendar so you’ll have to call around and check, but they’re probably facing the same issue. Best of luck, sir!” She chirped then hung up.

I pulled up a search engine and looked for massages in the area. Most of the ads were for Asian Massage Parlors where they offered to send a masseuse to your room for $150. I briefly considered it then ruled against it. I’d done that once or twice before and had become familiar with the term “clock watching” where you pay for an hour of massage but after ten minutes of the weakest massage in history I’d been told to turn over for my happy ending and watched them leave in a hurry ten seconds after rubbing one out. I was in the mood for something more compelling so I kept scrolling.

I stopped scrolling when an ad popped up for “Tantra” massage. I wasn’t familiar with the term so I opened up a second search engine to google the definition. It sounded sensual and slow so I texted the number and asked if she was available that afternoon. I got a response a few minutes later that she was available in an hour but that she only saw clients in her condo off the Strip, so I’d have to travel to her. She also stated upfront that she wasn’t a full-service provider so penetration wasn’t part of the package. That wasn’t a problem and since I’d rented a car, travel to her wasn’t a problem. She texted me the address along with her price, then I confirmed the appointment.

An hour later I knocked on her door and after waiting a moment, the door swung open. I stepped into the foyer then the door closed behind me. An attractive brunette stepped out of the corner shadows and introduced herself. “I’m Cassidy,” she noted, extending her arm for a handshake. I reached out and gently took her hand in mine, appraising her in the moment. She looked to be in her late 30’s. She was wearing a purple robe that stopped mid-thigh. Her figure was shapely but couldn’t be labeled petite. Her smile was dazzling, and she walked me into her living room and patted the couch next to her, so I sat down.

“What kind of massages are you used to?” she asked with a disarming smile.

“I texted you when I saw ‘Tantra’ because I’ve never seen that before and I’m curious,” I replied.

“Have you had a sensual massage before?” She inquired.

“I’ve had a happy ending or two in my time,” I admitted.

“How about a body-to-body, or nuru massage?”

“I had a really great experience in North Carolina with a nuru massage about five years ago,” I admitted. “It was mind-blowing.”

“We will start with a body-to-body massage with coconut oil rather than nuru gel since it’s easier to scrub off.” She replied. “There’s lots of versions and definitions of Tantra. To me, Tantra is ultimately about the spiritual connection between the two of us in each moment. It’s certainly a physical connection, but I think it’s more spiritual than that. I don’t advertise full service but sometimes I just let things happen naturally in the moment if I feel that connection. It really depends on you and what kind of positive energy you’re giving back to me.”

I smiled and replied that I was game for anything and would happily let her lead us wherever she felt appropriate. That seemed to be the right answer as she asked me to put my “donation” on the coffee table. After I counted out the requisite price in cash onto the table, she glided her hand into mine and escorted me down the hall to a bedroom. A massage table stood in one corner, separated from the queen size bed in the other corner by a small nightstand. She had a small music system and docking station on the nightstand along with some oils while a stack of towels was visible underneath.

She pointed me to the bathroom and asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I told her I was happy to take a quick rinse if required but had showered a few hours earlier and didn’t think I needed it. Cassidy told me to hang up my clothes on the back of the bathroom door then to come back in when I was ready. I paused a minute to drain my bladder, washed my hands, then hung up my clothes on the available hooks.

I walked into the bedroom naked. She glanced down at my cock, gave a slight hint of a smile, then handed me a clear plastic bottle that was filled up with a gold colored liquid. I could hear the faint sound of spa music resonating from the sound system.

“Would you mind applying some coconut oil onto my body?” she asked, turning and shrugging out of her robe which she tossed on the bed. She placed her palms down onto the massage table then gave her bubble butt a little wiggle. I squirted some of the oil onto my hand to test the temperature. It felt warm, nearly body temperature, so I squeezed some onto her back and neck. I put the bottle on the table so I could use both hands to spread the oil over her body. There wasn’t enough excess to reach her plump butt, so I grabbed the bottle and squirted another line of oil on top of each of her ass cheeks. I moved my hands in circles from her hips towards her butt crack and I moved lower she shifted her feet wider apart so that I could apply more oil between her legs.

“This is fun,” I chuckled as my fingers flicked over her asshole and towards her pussy lips. I knelt down as I moved past the cleft of her ass and started on her hamstrings, then squirted one more shot behind her knees in order to cover her calves. As soon as I reached her ankles she slowly spun around, then asked me to repeat the process on her tits and stomach. She had nice C-cup tits that sagged a bit from the ravages of motherhood but they were still very nice tits. Her belly wasn’t quite flat and also evidenced stretch marks from birth. I kneaded her nipples, gently rubbing in the oil, then moved down to her stomach.

“Well now I know that you aren’t a police officer,” she chuckled, then looked down. “I hate my stretch marks,” she muttered as my hands moved down towards her pussy from her stomach.

“They don’t bother me,” I replied with a shrug as my fingers slid past her outer labia towards her thighs. “What is more sexy on a woman than a few scars from childbirth? It’s the most feminine thing I can imagine.”

“That’s one of the nicest things I’ve ever heard,” she whispered as my fingertips danced and teased over her outer folds, heading down to rub more oil onto her thighs before finishing at her ankles. I looked up to see if she wanted me to splash some more oil on her body but Cassidy patted the massage table. “Climb up here. Head down in the headrest.”

I climbed onto the table, adjusting my now semi-hard cock and balls to nestle between my legs, facing my feet. She climbed onto the table behind me, then squirted the oil from the bottle onto my back, ass and legs. Cassidy straddled either side of my legs with her own, then lowered her torso so that her tits were draping on my back. She made small movements for a few moments, using her tits to massage my back while coaching me to breathe in unison with her. It was really erotic without being immediately arousing at the same time.

We made small talk for a bit. I asked her how long she’d been doing massages and she said only two years full time in Vegas but had been doing it as a part-time gig on weekends for years before that. Apparently she’d been raised in a very religious, fundamentalist Christian household but once she’d put her hands on a penis for the first time she had experienced her own religious awakening in that moment and had liked playing with men and their cocks ever since. Then she breathily admitted that her favorite thing to do with her customers was suck cock, but she was so good at giving BJ’s that she rarely got fucked as her customers were always ejaculating early from her BJ’s since “she was such a freak”.

Her admission of being a horny slut seemed to arouse something more in her. Cassidy pushed up, removing her tits from my back, then slowly started gyrating her hips on either side of my ass while her hands massaged my neck and shoulders. I realized when I concentrated that I could feel her wet pussy sliding up and down my ass cheeks as she rocked back and forth.

“God your ass is really firm,” she murmured. “My clit loves it!”

“I usually put in an hour of stairmaster and elliptical every other day,” I replied, reveling in the squishy feel of her pussy and slightly elongated clit sliding up and down my ass. She spun around and massaged my calves and hamstrings, delicately tracing her fingernails across my ball sack when she reached the junction of my thighs. She kept teasing me this way for a few more minutes and I could feel her hardened clit skimming over the muscles of my ass.

“Ready to turn over?” she asked with a husky growl. Cassidy retreated to the end of the table so I could roll over, then grabbed a small pillow for my head.

“This is my favorite part,” she murmured as she squirted some oil onto my chest, abs and cock. “You have a nice chest. Very muscular for a guy your age.”

“Been working out some,” I admitted, drawing a laugh from her when I rippled each pec muscle back and forth.

“That’s so cool!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know guys could do that!”

“It’s more of a remnant from my heavier weight lifting days but I can still do it,” I replied with a grin. “Its old muscle memory.”

“It’s fucking hot if you ask me,” Cassidy admitted, kneading my pecs in her hands. Satisfied, she grazed her fingernails on my abs (which his now way more dad-bod unfortunately unlike the old days when I had a washboard) down towards my cock, then started gently squeezing it between her fingertips.

“You have a nice cock,” she noted, bending down to flick her tongue at the tip. “How big is it going to grow for me?”

“I’m pretty average,” I replied with a shrug. “Barely over six inches.”

“Well that’s more than enough for women,” she noted between long licks of either side of my shaft. Her fingers enclosed around the base as she studied my cock inches away. “But you definitely have more girth than most men your size. It’s pretty thick.”

“If you like it so much, why don’t you put it in your mouth?” I growled in a louder voice than I had intended, but I noticed that she seemed to appreciate the direction and immediately circling her tongue around the tip of my cock. For the next few minutes, her blowjob skills were on full display in what I could only describe as a mouth-worship of my cock. She licked, slurped and kissed it like it was the last cock in the world. Next, she increased the pace and intensity by hoovering my cock into her mouth with the strongest amount of suction I have felt in my life. I groaned in ecstasy as she started bobbing her head up and down and felt a familiar tension in my balls, telling me I was going to blow my load in less than a minute unless I slowed things down.

“Hey, let’s switch it up,” I suggested. She kept right on going, slobbering away on my cock until I gently but forcefully backed her off my cock.

She seemed perplexed that I had passed up the opportunity to blow my load down her throat, then took one more reluctant lick at the tip before asking “Where do you want me?”

“Lie down on your back,” I commanded in the dominant tone I’d used before. I could see her eyes sparkle as her natural submissive nature kicked into full gear. She laid back with her legs spread wide enough for me to see her pussy glistening with her juices. I squirted more oil onto my chest, then knelt between her legs, flicking my tongue gently at her clit before dragging my tongue up her navel to her tits, followed by my oil matted chest hair.

Cassidy moaned in delight and twisted her head to the side when I teased her clit, then started thrashing on the massage table when I pinned her right nipple between my teeth and tongue, kneading it with a light amount of pressure while gently pinching her other nipple between my fingers.

“Sensitive nipples, huh?” I murmured as I alternated my mouth on her nipples, nipping and sucking lightly as they hardened to my touch.

“Sensitive everything. Your body feels so good on top of me,” she murmured. “I honestly love the weight of a man on top of me.”

I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips which she immediately tried to escalate by kissing me with an open mouth but I teased her and backed off, flicking my hardened tongue at her nipples. My right hand pushed down between her legs and she rocked back, grinding her wet pussy onto my hand.

“Are you trying to fuck my hand?” I teased.

“Yes!” she stammered. “Please touch my clit!”

I traced my tongue back down to her navel, then flicked her fully engorged clit (she had the biggest clit I’ve ever seen) with the tip of my tongue a few times before wrapping my tongue around her clit. I gently increased the pressure on her clit until I had created a vacuum with my tongue, sucking her clit in and out of my rounded tongue. Her hips bucked wildly under me as she came the first time, muffling a scream into the crook of her arm. I kept the pressure on her clit by tongue sucking it then pushed two fingers into her now soaking pussy.

“Oh, that feels so good! Please don’t stop,” she shrieked, rocking her hips forward onto my fingers, trying to push them further up into her pussy. I backed off, almost removing them from her pussy, teasing her, then plunged them deep into her pussy again with a slow, rhythmic motion, gently touching her g-spot as I fingered her. I was in total amazement as I had never seen a woman respond with such passion nor come so fast. I decided to test her and increased the suction on her clit and she came in less than a minute, bouncing her hips six inches off the table while pushing my hand and tongue away from her pussy.

“Give me a minute, I can’t take it!” she murmured between gasps for air.

I crawled up the table, burrowing my mouth into her neck, breathing heavily. My erect cock was looking for a home, but due to the shallow angle, the head of my cock was positioned at her asshole instead of her pussy. I left it there for a moment, rocking slightly to gauge her reaction then smiled as I felt her wiggle her asshole against the tip of my cock. Out of sheer curiosity, I wanted to see her reaction to more stimulation of her ass. I knelt back down between her legs again then pushed her legs farther up and away, supporting the back of her knees with either hand until her asshole was parallel with the table. I flicked my tongue across her asshole and she immediately bucked her hips, orgasming a third time.

“OMG, somebody likes having a tongue up their ass!” I announced with a laugh.

She looked up at me between her legs still pinned to the side. Biting her lip, she nervously asked me. “Do you want to fuck my ass?”

I nodded in response as she sat up, twisting her legs off the table until her feet touched the ground. She knelt down, opened the drawer to the nightstand and produced a wand vibrator.

“How do you want me?” she asked while squirting a healthy dose of oil onto my fully erect cock.

“Face down on the table,” I replied.

She nodded, climbed onto the table, then positioned the wand onto her clit as she laid on top of it.

“Two things,” she noted as I lubed her asshole with a squirt of the bottle. “Don’t put it in my pussy after you’ve fucked my ass.”

“No problem. What else?”

“I’m sure it doesn’t seem like it, but I don’t do anal very often. Your cock is bigger than I’ve had in a LONG time, so please go slow to start.”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve fucked a woman in the ass, so don’t worry,” I replied in the same dominant voice I’d used before. She reached back with her free left hand (I heard the wand click on in that same moment) and helped guide the tip of my cock to her asshole. I felt her asshole dilate around the head of my cock as I increased the pressure, then a moment later half of my cock entered her. I left it there for a minute as she grew accustomed to the pressure, mewling and grunting with the pleasure and the pressure the whole time.

“Remember to breathe,” I counseled her as I inched myself farther in, gauging her reaction to each gentle push.

“I feel like you’re splitting me in half,” she replied with a grunt as her left hand bunched up and pulled the sheet off the massage table. “But please don’t stop!”

I held myself there for another minute, not fully balls deep, then she surprised me by backing herself onto my cock until it was fully plunged into her.

“Where’s my cock?” I asked, smacking her lightly on the ass cheek when I pulled myself almost out of her.

“It’s in my fucking asshole!” she grunted into the pillow.

“How many times have I made you come?”

“Three times so far,” she wheezed, rocking back and forth on her wand while I slammed my cock back into her asshole again.

“Where do you want me to come baby?” I growled, balls slapping into her pussy lips with each thrust.

“In my ass, please!” she screamed into the pillow.

I kept the pace up for a few more minutes, telling her in ten different ways that she was a stupid slut for letting me fuck her raw in the ass for money, then I felt her asshole tighten around my cock as she started to come, bouncing her hips off the table and fully plunging my cock deeper into her ass than it had ever been so far. I completely lost it in the moment and unloaded five pumps of hot cum deep into her ass, filing her up.

She shut off the vibrator once I was done cumming, then we stayed in that position for a few minutes until my cock was flaccid in her ass. I gently wiggled it out of her asshole then she rolled over sideways onto her back, dropping the vibrator onto the floor while some cum dripped from her ass onto the floor.

“That was amazing,” she whispered with a dreamy, sated look in her eyes. “I really liked the dirty talk. It was hot.”

I sighed in agreement, but wanted to clean up though my cock looked pretty clean considering where it had spent the last ten minutes. I looked around the room, then she pointed to a package of wet wipes next to the nightstand. I knelt down, pulled three of them out, then cleaned my cock. I couldn’t find a trash can in the bedroom so I walked back into the bathroom, disposed of the wet wipes, then turned on the shower to heat up the water. I peeked out and saw Cassidy still prone on the massage table, a quivering mess of flesh, then jumped into the shower. It took a good ten minutes of scrubbing to remove the coconut oil from every surface and crevice of my body, then I toweled off. Once dry, I looked over and saw Cassidy just peeling herself off the table. She headed my direction into the bathroom, turned the shower back on and jumped in while I put my clothes on.

I stood there for a minute, watching her scrub the oil off, then cleared my throat loud enough to get her attention. She looked up and realized that I was ready to go, then turned off the shower and threw a towel around her torso.

“Sorry I didn’t scrub your back. I couldn’t move. I haven’t come that hard in a long time,” she explained.

I waved her off. “No problem. It was really intense.”

“That was a real tantric connection,” she noted.

“If that is tantric then I’m a big fan,” I replied agreeably, then gave her an awkward hug so I wouldn’t get wet from her towel and headed for the front door.

“Let’s do this again next time you’re in town,” she replied, waving at me while I walked out.

PS, Don’t DM for her contact information as I have no intention of letting any of you perverts near her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uz5u2j/my_m50_first_tantric_massage_experience_mf