[M] The happiest ending o[f] all

I’m a tall American man and I travel a lot, not for work, I’m a digital nomad and explore regularly. I happened to be in Tunisia for a friends wedding and having spent some time in North Africa I recommended to my friends that we go for a private Hammam and massages the day before the wedding.

We all go and after sitting in a steam room for a while an older heavyset woman takes me to the hammam room, for the uninitiated a hammam is where you’re scrubbed from head to toe with an abrasive glove to remove all your dead skin, it makes you feel like a newborn babe and I highly recommend it.

After the hammam I’m brought to a large private bed with tea and soothing music playing for a bit. I should mention here that I’ve had massages all over the world and I’ve never seeked out happy endings before.

*****que the sexy stuff*****

The masseus that comes to retrieve me for my massage opens the door and I am floored. She’s probably mid 20s, jet black hair, beautiful cat eye makeup and super petite with a heartwarming smile, tiny tits, and an insanely cute bubble butt. She sees my surprise and giggles and leads me by the hand to a private massage room.

She proceeds to give me a wonderful massage, perfect pressure and although I usually prefer silence she asks if we can chit chat to practice her English. We talk about her day and how much she likes her job, she tells me she likes my name and I tell her that I think hers is beautiful, we are flipping between english and French when she can’t understand the English. She has me flip over and begins massaging my legs, using both hands from my calves all the way up to my inner thigh.

In Hammams they give you these little disposable paper underwear you wear that are one size fits all so they’re quite baggy on my athletic frame. On her upstroke she is gently grazing my balls with her oiled fingers and try as I might I cannot resist my quick and intense erection. I see her notice and smile gently as she says “c’est d’accord” (it’s okay in English). After that though it seems like her strokes up my thighs last much longer than they did before.

I let out a considerable and accidental moan on the next upstroke and the one after that she continues past my little paper underwear as both her hands find my shaft and slowly she starts to stroke my rock hard cock. I look up in complete surprise and she is staring straight into my eyes and gently shushes me as I feel my world start to spin.

After a few seconds of this she asks if she can remove my little paper underwear and at lightning speed I pull them all the way down. She presses one hand against my chest to lay me back on the massage table and as my head hits the table I feel the perfect warmth of her lips closing on the tip of my cock as she lets out a stifled “mmmmm”.

I’m in absolute heaven as she easily and slowly forces me entirely down her throat, alternating occasionally with her oiled tiny hands. I reach out and ask her if it’s okay to touch her and she nods enthusiastically as my hand gently caresses her cute bubble butt over her pants. I glide my hand around to gently play with her clit as she throats me and I’m amazed to find she’s basically soaked through her yoga pants. In response to my teasing she uses one hand to pull her pants and panties down to her knees and I waste no time in gliding my fingers across her drenched clit.

Hearing her gentle moans and watching her squirm I am certain made me the hardest ive ever been. She takes a quick breather and uses her hand to stroke me as she leans up and kisses me deeply, as if on queue, right as our tongues touch I slide two fingers inside her and I feel her body tense in pleasure. She continues kissing and stroking me as I finger her gently until I’m on the absolute verge. She can tell even before I quietly whisper I’m about to come. She moves one oiled hand to my balls to gently massage them and the other to the base of my cock as she swallows me whole. The second my cock pressed past her throat barrier I started cumming and didn’t stop for a full 30 seconds. I spasmed and my toes curled and she never skipped a beat, keeping me buried deeply in the back of her throat.

As soon as it was over she wiped her mouth, pulled up her pants, kissed me once more and proceeded to give me a head massage as I came down from my mountainous high of absolute nirvana. She gave me her personal number and we managed to hang out once more before I left tunisia, but that’s a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/za6pck/m_the_happiest_ending_of_all