[A Moxibustion Experience That Went Out of Control] (The End) [Author: Scorpio's Summer]

Author: Scorpio's Summer
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began when my best friend introduced me to moxibustion therapy, saying it had many benefits for women's health and beauty, which intrigued me,
so I booked an in-home service.

A handsome young man entered, carrying a large bag: XX Health and Wellness Home Service.

He seemed a little shy when he saw I was only wearing a bathrobe, avoiding eye contact.

Honestly, I didn't think much of it at first. I had just taken a hot shower, and my whole body and mind were very relaxed. I
was wearing black underwear and a black lace nightgown underneath, with a white bathrobe tied tightly at the waist—nothing would be exposed
.

I asked him, "Is it okay to wear a bathrobe? Is it alright to just lie here? Lying flat?"

He answered yes, no problem. He put on shoe covers, put down his backpack, and took out disposable sheets and towels, saying
they were all sterilized—very professional.

Then he asked where I wanted moxibustion.

I said my abdomen, and he said okay, then he would massage and relax me before doing the moxibustion.

Then he said the light was too bright and asked if I should draw the curtains, so I did. Only a
table lamp , casting a dim glow. He lit scented candles and put on some soothing music. We were about to begin.

I lay flat on my back, and he said he wanted to expose my stomach for the massage, so I found a towel and draped it over my lower body
, lifting it to expose my lower abdomen, leaving my breasts and pubic hair completely exposed.

His hands began to massage, and I must say, they were very professional and firm, rubbing back and forth until I
couldn't help moan and beg him to be gentler.

Some of his massages pressed directly on the bone in my genital area (please forgive me, I don't know the medical term for that area). The

feeling was amazing; it actually made me secretly aroused, hoping his hands would go
further .

After about 15 minutes of massage, he said, "Let's start with moxibustion," and I said okay.

But he reminded me that the room would be full of smoke after the moxa was lit, and he wasn't sure if the alarm would go off. His
shop to open the window.

I said, "Let's try it first," and lit it. The smell was indeed strong, and the warm smoke on my lower abdomen felt very comfortable,
but the room quickly filled with smoke, and I was a little worried the alarm would go off.

He said, "How about I change your massage oil?" I thought about it and agreed. He then extinguished the mugwort and
took out essential oil from his bag.

In that atmosphere, you can imagine: dim lighting, the scent of mugwort, soothing
music , a handsome young man's hands sliding over my body. My breathing became heavy, and I remained silent. I dared not
speak. An unspoken desire permeated the air, and I dared not open my eyes, letting him caress me.

After a while, he stopped and pulled down my underwear, saying, "Don't get the essential oil on your clothes," and
then rolled up my black lace skirt.

I softly agreed, still not daring to open my eyes. At this moment,
more .

He started focusing primarily on my breasts, saying that massaging the lymph nodes and breast tissue under my armpits was also good, so
I acquiesced. He poured some essential oil and placed his hands deep inside my breasts, down to my armpits. Oh my god—I
felt an overwhelming desire; I wanted him to massage my breasts, I couldn't wait.

He finally lifted the black lace covering my breasts. Instantly, my body tensed, I could even
feel a surge of heat flowing from my lower body. I knew I was already incredibly wet. The process was slow yet
irresistibly arousing. I pretended not to move, anticipating his next move.

I wanted him to speed things up, but I also envied this slow, agonizing process.

After all, I didn't know him, I didn't know what he was thinking. I was nervous and expectant. Although the process was silent
, I knew we were both carefully planning our next move.

He began massaging my breasts in circular motions with both hands. He was very strong; this kind of caress was unprecedented.
My body moved slightly, and I couldn't help but moan.

He liked to stroke my breasts down to my lower back with both hands, then hug me tightly, and I arched
my back to meet his touch. The various massages on my breasts were so pleasurable. Although I didn't dare look at him,
I was confident that my beautiful, full, and firm breasts and pink nipples would arouse him too.

After about ten minutes of breast massage, I suddenly realized that the service I had ordered was for fifty minutes, and I
had already exceeded the allotted time. He showed no sign of leaving and continued massaging, so I understood
his intentions.

I told him to massage my lower abdomen a little longer.

His hands slid down, pulling my panties down further, and then, surprisingly, all the way down.

I didn't say anything, and he naturally understood my thoughts.

His hands slid down my pubic bone, gently kneading my labia twice.

Ah~ Ah~ I couldn't help but moan, my body slightly lifting. He found my clitoris with his fingers;
because the essential oil had been applied to my vulva, the touch was exceptionally smooth and comfortable,
a pleasure .

His fingers gently teased my clitoris. I closed my eyes, enjoying his every move. I knew I
was completely defenseless at that moment, letting him have his way.

With his caresses, I began to moan boldly, each moan seeming to encourage him.

Soon, with the lubrication of the essential oil, his fingers reached my vaginal opening, which was overflowing with lustful fluids, and without hesitation, he
inserted them directly.

Ah, I cried out.

Then he thrust in and out. Because of the essential oil and my fluids, I felt no discomfort; on the contrary, I felt warm and full
of desire and longing. I moaned, hoping he would speed up the thrusting, completely surrendering. During this time, he didn't say
a word .

I had heard of Balinese heterosexual oil massages before, those massages with erotic services. Had he done it for
other women before? That's why it felt so good, that he was so skilled at massaging and relaxing women?

My mind wandered, but the pleasure in my lower body told me not to think so much, to stretch my body, to let
go , and to enjoy it to the fullest!

Soon he turned one finger into two. Oh my god! The feeling was overwhelming. He went deeper and kept digging upwards at me
. It was shaking so hard inside my vagina, I was going crazy, it felt like I was standing on a mountaintop, and I
was about to ejaculate!

I said, "Ah! I need to pee." My fluid kept gushing out. Oh my god! I couldn't believe
I actually gushed out. I blew.

I couldn't take it anymore and pushed his hand away, yelling and panting, "Oh! God! I'm going crazy, my
body is all twisted up." I said, "I've reached orgasm!"

I opened my eyes and looked at him, and he said shyly, "My lower body is so uncomfortable."

Haha, he was begging me to let his little penis in. He was almost silent throughout the massage, unlike some
masseuses who talk a lot. He was still very careful, and he didn't dare to take off his pants without my permission. Thinking about this,
I thought he was quite cute.

I was panting heavily, waiting for the orgasm to recede slowly like the tide, and then slowly return, while
reaching out to touch his bulging crotch.

I originally thought that I was very satisfied with this orgasm and didn't need another one. This massage made me feel so good,
it could stop here.

But, but, the one I reached out to touch, I realized it was a thick, powerful, and vibrant
penis.

So, while stroking his penis, I had a mental struggle.

Finally, I asked him, "Do you have a condom?"

He immediately said he did.

I said, "Okay."

I thought he would immediately take off his pants, put on a condom, and thrust into me, but to my delight
: he actually bent down and kissed my clitoris first! He buried his head between my legs and gently
teased me with his tongue.

Still recovering from my orgasm, this stimulation made me moan loudly.

He sucked on me for a long time, amazed by his tongue skills. I asked him, "Do you often experience this?"

He looked up at me and said, "This is the first time, I'm very nervous and scared."

Then he said, "Your skin is so beautiful, so white and tender, it feels so good to touch. You have a
wonderful body odor."

I smiled and continued to close my eyes and enjoy it.

Actually, I really wanted to hear his story. I thought he'd have a wonderful, romantic encounter because his touch on my vagina
was amazing, and his licking was spot-on.

He knelt down on my breasts, kissing my nipples and kneading my breasts. Unlike the previous massages,
this time his desire was completely undisguised. Then he took off his clothes and stood naked in front of me, his young body strong
and beautiful. His large penis amazed me.

He put on a condom and lifted my legs. Ahhh! He entered! I was completely filled. Ah! So
big! I couldn't help but shout.

After the previous orgasm, my body was already limp.

After entering, he said countless times how comfortable it felt inside. He said he couldn't last long like this.

I said it was okay, take your time, don't rush.

He put my legs on his shoulders and inserted himself deep inside me, so deep, so deep. I moaned, responded, and
contracted, my body responding very well. His penis felt incredibly good inside me.

I felt this unfamiliar, yet strong penis inside me, moving with practiced skill,
its rhythmic and controlled thrusts sending me into ecstasy. I couldn't help but exclaim, "You're so good at sex!" He didn't
reply.

Later, we changed positions. He flipped me over, stripped off the last piece of lace clothing I was wearing, leaving
me kneeling naked. He stared at my large, white buttocks from behind, saying how sexy I was. Then, he

eagerly thrust in. Ah, so deep! In this position, kneeling on the bed, I suddenly felt a surge of
shame , a shame that inexplicably excited and filled me with pleasure.

Yes, think back to the moment I walked in, my identity, his identity. I was his customer, but
now I was being fucked by him, like a dog, powerless to resist.

God, I felt so ashamed. But my body still felt so good, so very good, didn't it? I
really loved it when he fucked me like this. I experienced an unprecedented orgasm; every cell in my body was activated by his
hands. I felt like this pleasurable sex made me at least two years younger. I loved it.

He thrust in and out quickly for a while, then pulled out, saying he couldn't hold back any longer and needed to
relieve .

He leaned down and started kissing my genitals again, licking them repeatedly. I moaned loudly; oh, this was
a long, drawn-out lovemaking session. I was gushing wet from his licking. I kept screaming until my voice was hoarse.

He paused for a moment, then his penis began to explore my body again. This time we lay on our sides, and he
lifted one of my legs and inserted his penis, his other hand touching my clitoris. Oh my god! I couldn't resist this.

His fingers skillfully caressed my clitoris, while his penis continued to thrust and rotate inside my vagina.
I climaxed again in no time. My vagina began to contract wildly, squeezing his penis out, and my vagina became
incredibly tight.

I said, "Oh my god, I've climaxed again! I can't take it anymore!"

He wasn't about to let me go, so he made me lie flat and pressed down on top of me again, lifting my legs.
He started thrusting wildly, and for a moment I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I was going to be fucked to death, it felt like I was being fucked by
a machine!

His pace was astonishingly fast, I felt like a sex slave being brutally ravaged. I tried to push him away, I screamed,
my body couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't take it! Ahhh, I was about to cry, oh God, finally he
started thrusting with all his might, he said he was going to cum, he was going to cum, finally he cummed.

He held me so tightly, my whole body trembled. Oh God, this was insane.

He was covered in sweat, and when he got off me, he politely asked if I could
take a shower . I said yes.

He showered and came back to sit down and rest for a while. During that time, I lay on the bed, or rather, I was limp on the bed,
I didn't have the strength to shower, I thought I would shower after he left.

I checked my phone; the massage had started at 10:30 AM and lasted until almost 1 PM.

His phone rang too; it was his company calling to ask where he was. He said he was on his way home.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, I reminded him to keep it a secret!

He said not to worry, he was also afraid the company would find out.

I still imagine him going back and telling his buddies about his day's encounter: "I went for a massage this morning and
met a sexually frustrated mature woman..." and so on.

I wonder if anyone will believe he's so lucky, haha.

He also asked me to leave a review for him on social media for a reward, and I said no worries.

At one point, I hesitated about whether to tip him, but I thought men have their pride too, so I didn't.
Before leaving, he said, "How about we add each other on WeChat?"

I said, "No, thank you."

He said okay. So I said, "I'll be going now. By the way, don't wash your stomach with water after moxibustion, please be
careful .

" What a nice guy. Hehe. I didn't exchange WeChat contacts, a little regretful, but this experience was really
memorable and quite interesting!

[The End]

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