Last year, I had a short business trip to Las Vegas for some meetings and a big client dinner. I arrived late Wednesday night, and was flying back home to the Midwest early Friday morning with a full day of meetings and the aforementioned dinner sandwiched in between.
On Thursday, got back to the Aria at around 11pm after a loooong dinner and a couple (or maybe 9) whiskey gingers. I had an 8am flight Friday morning to make sure I arrived home early enough, with the long flight and two hour time change, to spend some time with my wife and kids.
Buzzing on adrenaline from a successful day of meetings and buzzing even more so on whiskey, I decided I would hit the blackjack tables to unwind a bit before I called it a night. Shockingly to me, the Aria actually had $10 tables available for low budget players like myself.
Before I knew it, I went on a nice run and slowly built up my chip stack while simultaneously crushing vodka sodas. Sometime around 1:00am, I had won around $350 and was absolutely wasted. I had been having a lot of fun flirting with a couple of women at my table and even more fun fantasizing about inviting them to my room but, being married and also not having the balls to try to make a move, I decided it was time to call it a night and get a few hours of sleep before my flight.
Man, when I got back to my room I was horny beyond belief. Now, one of my biggest fantasies that I’ve never followed through on because I’ve been with my wife since I was 15 is to get a sensual massage with a happy ending. I knew there are plenty of erotic massages in Vegas but I just couldn’t bring myself to cheat on my wife. Being absolutely smashed, I decided I would start searching around on google (probably a really dumb idea) to see if I could find a middle of the night massage that didn’t include a happy ending.
I found a service that was clearly focused on happy endings and gave them a call to see if I could get a nude massage but without the big finish. The woman on the phone was extremely friendly and basically said, “you’re paying $250 for an hour of the young lady’s company. Whatever you two do during that hour is purely your choice and not what you’re paying for.”
Yeah, I get it lady. I’m not a cop so don’t worry. I just want to know if one of your girls will get naked and give me a massage without a handy involved.
Against my better judgment, I ask her to send someone over (I even got to choose that she was blonde!). I should mention that my wife handles all of our finances and is diligent with her budgeting, so the only reason I could even get comfortable with the cost was from my blackjack winnings that my wife would never know about.
It takes a while for the girl, “Kate”, to show up. At around 2:30, I go down to meet her on the 2nd level of the Aria which is basically a huge hallway to some shopping center. Kate is a super pretty girl, probably around 5’5 with a slim build and huge tits. Big time girl next door vibe. She is wearing a black T-shirt, black leggings and has a small drawstring backpack. She reminded me of some of the cute, wholesome Midwest girls I grew up with and it immediately made me feel more at ease.
So we go back up to my room and we sit on the edge of the bed to talk business. I tell her what I want and she was very open to the idea of the massage without a happy ending and said it would be $600 for an hour.
“WHOA, the woman on the phone said it was $250 for the massage. I was planning to tip you another $50 on top of that’”
“Hunny, the $250 just goes to my boss. All I make is the tips. Most guys I’m with pay at least $1,000” per hour.
At this point I’m just thinking I stayed up all night to get fleeced by an erotic massage chick. I tell her I seriously only have $300 and I’m really sorry I had a misunderstanding on the phone.
I offer to give her $100 for her time (at this point I’m imagining some sort of bouncer dude showing up or shake me down) and she tells me to hold on while she texts her boss.
A minute of texting back and forth and she says, “fine, I can do $300. Get out the money and get naked and lay on the bed and I’ll be right back.”
Welp, now it was happening. I am nervous as hell but I take off my clothes and lay on my back for my massage, looking forward to an hour or relaxing with Kate naked and rubbing me down.
Now, I am what you’d call a grower and not a shower. Fully erect my cock is 7” long but from my nervousness and laying naked in a cold room my dick was in full on George Costanza pool mode.
Kate comes back over with the hand lotion from the bathroom (seriously) and as she undresses tells me I’m allowed to touch her anywhere but I can’t stick my fingers in her pussy. Fair deal.
She gets in the bed and straddles my legs and looks down and sees what was probably no more than an inch and a half of shrunken dick. “Um, okay” she says and makes me cry inside.
As I close my eyes and prepare for the massage, she puts some lotion on her hands and goes straight to rubbing my cock (literary the thing I said I didn’t want her to do). But damn did it feel good. It didn’t take more than a couple seconds for all 7 inches of glory to appear.
“Wow, didn’t see that coming” was her response, lol.
Once I got over the initial shock of this cute chick stroking my cock, I told her that I just wanted the massage and not a handy. She basically said, “look, you’re barely paying me and we both know this is what you really wanted anyway”.
I would have protested more but she had the most amazing grip of my dick with one hand and was lightly cupping my balls with the other so I stopped talking and just enjoyed the first person other than my wife to ever stroke my cock.
I fluctuated back and forth between pure ecstasy and intense guilt as I watched her hands perfect their craft with her huge tits hanging over me.
A few minutes later, and I came harder than I can ever remember. I mean I was launching white rockets all over the bed.
“Bet you don’t cum like that for your wife” Kate said as she looked at my wedding ring and climbed off and went to grab me a towel from the bathroom. She quickly got dressed and got on her way while I laid in a pile of jizz and guilt on the bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jq6pel/i_m_received_the_hj_of_a_lifetime_that_i_didnt
Aria? What? This was fucking garbage