Repost: A female college student's personal account of her experience being massaged by an older man

My boyfriend is the type who's quite strict with me. Because we're in a long-distance relationship, even though we attend different schools, he always manages to find ways to keep me in check. Although I'm a little annoyed, I really like him, so I haven't really minded.

Let me introduce myself first. I'm 170cm tall and weigh 105kg. I'd rate my looks an 8 out of 10. My chest isn't very big, but it's not small either (in my opinion). The incident happened one day last semester. As usual, I was working in the lab until quite late (I even took a nap on my desk that day). I felt my neck and back were really sore, but since it was so late, I rushed back to my dorm to wash up and go to sleep. I didn't expect that the pain would be even worse when I woke up the next morning; I almost couldn't get out of bed. Coincidentally, my roommate's boyfriend and some of his classmates and friends came to Xi'an for a visit, and they wanted to invite us out for a meal. Because of the pandemic, they rarely go to the city center, so they thought they'd take this opportunity to have some fun. I told them I was tired, my neck and back ached, and I wouldn't go, but my roommates kept urging me, and I also felt it would be a shame if I didn't go since everyone else was going, so I reluctantly went.

We ate there and it was almost 7 pm when my roommates and their boyfriends suggested going to karaoke. I was too exhausted to walk any further and just wanted to go home and sleep, so I told them I wasn't feeling well. They were understanding, and just as we were about to head home, one of their classmates suddenly suggested getting a massage to relax, saying it would be helpful for my back and neck. I'd never been to a massage parlor before and didn't know if it would actually work. They weren't locals and didn't know which place had good massage techniques, so they checked the ratings on Meituan (ratings are really misleading) and chose a place with good reviews, and we all decided to go together.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by a woman around forty years old. My roommate's boyfriend asked if all four of us girls had breast massages, and she said she was the only one available, as the other masseuses were busy. My roommate suggested we try another place, but her boyfriend said it wasn't necessary, as male masseuses are stronger and might be more effective. He then had the woman massage his girlfriend. The three of us girls and the five guys all chose male masseuses. He led me to a room; he was about fifty years old, with dark skin and rough hands. He told me to take a shower before the massage. Just then, my boyfriend called to ask what I was doing. Afraid he'd suspect something, I told him I was having dinner with my roommates. He didn't suspect anything and just told me to tell him after I finished eating and to come home early. I hung up, showered, and went to lie down on the bed. I must say, the male masseur was indeed strong; he almost made me fall apart. However, it definitely relieved a lot of discomfort. After applying some essential oil, he started massaging my back. It felt cool and a little sore; I wasn't sure if it was from yesterday's pain or from his massage, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

He massaged for about three to five minutes, then pressed hard on my lower back. I suddenly felt a sharp pain and cried out. He apologized profusely, and I didn't say anything. He then gently massaged my lower back, and I felt the pain subside. Just then, he told me to turn to my side so he could massage my side as well. It was my first time getting a massage, so I didn't know much, but there were two other people around, and I didn't think it was dangerous, so I turned to my side. He gently applied some essential oil to my stomach as well, and his fingers slowly moved towards my lower abdomen. His hands, coated in essential oil, felt much smoother, and I felt quite comfortable. After a short while, his hands started to wander, repeatedly and intentionally moving upwards, brushing against the lower part of my chest several times. I was too embarrassed to react because there were other people around. I felt he was almost done massaging me, so I asked if he was done and if I needed to go back. He said he'd be a little longer. I thought about it and held back, not saying anything more. At this point, my roommate's boyfriend's classmate, who was lying next to me, finished his massage. He said goodbye and went to check on the others next door before leaving. I didn't know him well, so I just nodded. After everyone else left the room, the masseur's hands became even more intrusive. He grabbed my chest, and I felt like I'd been electrocuted; I froze, and it took me several seconds to recover. Seeing my reaction, he said directly, "Don't make a sound. Do you want everyone to know?" I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was completely stunned. I didn't know what to say, so I just let his hands, covered in essential oil, rub my breasts, covering my mouth and afraid to make a sound. I kept looking at the door, praying that no one would push it open and see this scene. My mind was completely blank, and I didn't know what to do. Seeing my state, he continued to rub my nipples with one hand, occasionally pinching them hard, making me almost scream in pain. His other hand began to wander towards my underwear. My bathrobe had already fallen to the floor, and his hand quickly slipped inside my pants. I closed my eyes in fear. He first lingered around my clitoris for a while. I could tell he was very experienced. I trembled involuntarily as he touched me, and he seemed to receive a reward, his movements becoming more vigorous. At this point, I was curled up in a ball, completely at a loss, and at his mercy. He tried to reach down, but I clamped my legs tightly together. He could only withdraw his hand from my breasts, pry my legs apart, and pull down my panties.

My snow-white thighs were exposed to his gaze. I blushed with embarrassment. He chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to have so much hair. Let's see how I teach you a lesson today." As he spoke, he moved his fingers back and forth on my labia. I felt both ashamed and itchy, my legs involuntarily contracting, and I kept making whimpering noises. He then licked my nipples, saying as he did so, "You're so wet, you slut." I'm naturally sexually active, and his teasing made me unable to contain myself. I covered my face and remained silent, my legs still pretending to resist him. He seized the opportunity and thrust his fingers inside. I couldn't hold back any longer and cried out loud. He moved his two fingers rapidly inside me, and I felt incredibly pleasurable. It was so much better than my boyfriend's technique; he truly deserved to be called a massage therapist. I had completely given up resisting at this point, even lifting my buttocks to meet his touch. I kept apologizing to my boyfriend in my mind, but I couldn't say no to this situation. The older man's hands, though rough, were incredibly nimble. I had never experienced such stimulation before (my boyfriend is rather short, only 11cm, and he masturbates frequently, so his erection is always insufficient; he basically needs to take medication beforehand to penetrate). My body trembled slightly with pleasure, and I no longer covered my face with my hands, rubbing my breasts and clitoris. Just then, my phone rang again. It was my boyfriend, asking why I hadn't called him for so long and if I hadn't gone home yet. I didn't know how to answer him. The older man's hands were still stirring inside my vagina, and I could only weakly moan a couple of times, completely unsure how to explain the situation to my boyfriend. In a moment of desperation, I finally climaxed, letting out several rapid gasps that sounded incredibly intense to the older man. My boyfriend, of course, heard it too. He anxiously asked me what I was doing. Just then, the male classmate who had just left returned to our room, grabbed my phone, and said to the other person, "Xiaomin just drank too much and is throwing up. We're going to take her home with a few of us, don't worry." Then he hung up.

The massage therapist turned pale when he saw the male classmate come in and stood there, too scared to move. I was completely stunned, only knowing to cover my face in embarrassment. I had never been so embarrassed in my life, and I wished I could die right there. I even forgot to cover my private parts, which were no longer covered by underwear. After about ten seconds, the male classmate slowly said to the massage therapist, "Get out. I can pretend I didn't see anything." The massage therapist's eyes lit up, and he dashed out. Seeing this, I sat up and whispered to him, "Thank you." He smiled at me, took my underwear from the puddle of liquid under my buttocks, and said, "Put it on." I immediately blushed even more. He told me he'd been peeping at me from the doorway ever since the older man started rubbing my breasts, and he'd been recording it on his phone the whole time. That's why he was so confident when he stormed in.

You can probably guess what happened next. To be honest, this guy's penis was really big, thicker than my two previous boyfriends'—I think it was about 4cm in diameter now. I had one orgasm, but I wasn't really satisfied. After he had sex with me, I orgasmed three times, but he didn't ejaculate until he heard my roommates walking towards us. He didn't ejaculate in the end. I haven't felt this good since I started dating this guy.

After returning to my dorm, I took a shower and called my boyfriend back. My roommates corroborated that I was just a little drunk and didn't mention going to the massage parlor (of course, they didn't know I had three orgasms and was touched and manipulated by a man in his fifties until I reached orgasm). I haven't contacted that guy since. He probably still has videos of me and photos of me giving him oral sex on his phone. Thinking about it is exciting, but also a little scary. I'm afraid that one day he'll send something to my boyfriend and I'll be finished. Since then, I haven't been interested in having sex with my boyfriend. I've asked him to buy me a lot of vibrators and dildos, and he naively thinks I'm just doing it for the sake of romance. Every time he uses these to bring me to orgasm, he gets excited and looks very pleased with himself. I don't have the heart to call him out on it, so I just let him indulge in his own fantasies.

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