Women's massage parlor

Massage has always been a man's affair, with women merely serving as tools for massage or to seduce men. Finally, Ah Shuang led me to a massage parlor exclusively for women, ostensibly offering legitimate services like blind massage and medical massage. However, they also offered some little-known, ecstatic services.

Entering a tastefully decorated room, about fourteen or fifteen square meters, I found a seemingly ordinary massage bed in the center. Soft lighting illuminated a muscular man, shirtless, whose well-defined muscles and angular face were incredibly alluring. My heart pounded, and my face flushed.

A moment later, a refined young man subtly invited me to the bed, asking if I wanted to undress. I nodded noncommittally, and he carefully removed my only long dress, folding it and placing it in the closet. Then, while gently massaging my back, he unhooked my bra and removed my underwear. I buried my flushed face in the massage bed, feeling the tender flesh on my back being kneaded and squeezed by two hands—it felt incredibly good. No wonder men love going to massage parlors so often.

Soon, two other men joined in, turning me over and squeezing my breasts, kneading them wantonly. My nipples were sometimes pulled high, sometimes pressed deeply into my areolas. They even flicked them forcefully with their fingers, making my nipples engorged and erect. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. The three masseuses seemed to understand female anatomy very well, and their kneading was incredibly patient, making me, a woman who had been with many men, feel intoxicated. However, the masseuses never actually massaged my genitals; they only teased or touched them occasionally, causing my itch spots all over my body to concentrate more and more in my genital area.

The masseuses began using a different technique, their three tongues licking my toes, fingers, and face. It felt so good that I couldn't help but let out a couple of involuntary moans. When their tongues entered my mouth, I instinctively moved my own tongue to meet their kisses. The masseuses' long tongues and skillful techniques clearly captivated me. At that moment, I heard muffled words, and I nodded in agreement, though I couldn't really hear what they were saying.

While the other two continued kissing inside my mouth, one of them began kissing my clitoris, which desperately needed stimulation. I placed my legs on one of the masseuses' shoulders so he could better lick my genitals, while my round, perky buttocks were being kneaded and slapped, and my nipples were being sucked and pinched. The most sensitive parts of my body were completely under the control of the three masseuses. In no time, I was so weak and limp that I was completely at their mercy. The only sounds in the air were the "slap slap" of their hands, my heavy breathing, and the occasional moans.

I don't know how much time passed, but just as I was being driven to the brink of ecstasy, I was suddenly lifted up by three masseuses and quickly held in the arms of one of them. Then, in a sudden attack, I felt two penises being inserted into my vagina and anus almost simultaneously. The pain in my anus made me involuntarily open my mouth and let out a long "Ah..." Immediately, the masseur who had been kissing my mouth shoved his penis into my mouth. My body was almost held in place by six strong hands, receiving synchronized thrusting movements. The pain disappeared, replaced by the electric shock of being violated, and I felt bizarre and fantastical images floating in my mind.

Suddenly, everything stopped. A waiter smiled and asked if I wanted to extend the time, and at the same time seemed to ask if I wanted to take pictures. At this moment, I was sandwiched between two men, my left nipple was in the mouth of the masseur below, and my right nipple was being kneaded by the masseur above. My silky smooth hair was being pulled by the standing masseur, and a penis was inserted into each of my three holes. I opened my eyes wide in surprise. I didn't have time to look closely, or rather, I didn't have a chance to nod under the guidance of the penis in my mouth. The waiter diligently raised his digital camera, and I immediately felt three penises simultaneously thrusting into my body in perfect unison. The flash went off at opportune moments, and the waiter recorded different moments of the masseur's defilement from various angles.

During the new session, the masseur primarily violated my body and mind, relentlessly thrusting in and out with three penises, the movements heavy and rapid, driving me to madness with moans and cries. The loud "slap slap" of flesh against flesh and the "sizzling" of thrusting filled the large room. He would flip me over, then over again, but for over 30 minutes, no matter how he played with the penis, it never left my vagina or mouth. The speed of the thrusting varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes synchronized, sometimes asynchronous, emphasizing a variety of techniques, causing waves of orgasm to surge within me. Sometimes I felt the insertion and withdrawal sliding inside me for a long time, each time feeling as if it had penetrated all the way to my uterus, the penis in my mouth often piercing my throat. This gave me ample time to experience their defilement, to feel their unusually large penises thrusting freely inside me.
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Especially the slow insertion of the penis into my anus and the slow withdrawal of the penis from my vagina caused an extremely intense friction between the tender flesh between my vagina and anus. My two soft labia were turned outwards by the penis, stretching my body muscles to their maximum, and then it quickly inserted, making me feel the intense friction. The first time I used it, the masseuse clearly reminded me to focus on enjoying it. It began while I was wide-eyed and confused. The slow movements allowed me to clearly feel the penis moving inside my vagina and anus. The impact of the two glans thrusting in and out was undoubtedly the most intense, a current of passion quickly surging through my mind. I unconsciously wanted to groan or exhale, but the penis in my mouth suddenly entered when I needed it, making me feel the urge in my throat immediately bounce back into my body like a ping-pong ball. The two torrents exploded like the explosive clash of qi in a martial arts novel, quickly spreading to every cell in my body, causing a strong, continuous trembling. Before I could even process the first wave of passion, the second wave was even more intense. The well-trained masseuses worked seamlessly together, and orgasms came one after another, bringing tears to my eyes. My blood surged, my muscles twitched, and my mind felt a suffocating confusion. After four or five repetitions, the masseuses also ejaculated inside me. Although it was only four or five times, each time felt long and each time so incredibly pleasurable.

What shocked me was the massage therapists' extraordinary stamina; they remained as hard as before after ejaculation. Although the penises in my vagina and anus were no longer engaged in vigorous movements, only gentle thrusting, the penis in my mouth, as the massage therapist shook my head, smeared the semen into every inch of my mouth, some of it dribbling from the corners. Knowing I was already quite disheveled and my appearance even more humiliating, my tired body, mixed with an unusual satisfaction, made me unwilling to do anything more, though I could clearly feel myself still trembling and convulsing.

After about ten minutes, the massage therapist lifted me up and withdrew the penises from my vagina and anus, then placed me on the bed, carefully smearing the semen from my vagina and anus onto my face. Although these actions caused me discomfort, I hadn't yet recovered from the passion, still feeling the afterglow of orgasm. The smell of the mixture of semen and myself smeared on my face once again intoxicated my mind and body.

I enjoyed a comfortable massage all over my body again. The twenty-minute massage relieved my fatigue and even made me feel more refreshed. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. Although I had been with about forty or fifty men, even the Japanese, who were known for their skill in handling women, had never felt so excited or exhilarated. Perhaps when they used me, they only saw me as a tool for their venting, something to satisfy them and then it was over, rather than something to appreciate the attentive service. No wonder there's such a difference between hiring a prostitute and hiring a male prostitute.

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