The masseuse who gave me the massage was my junior's sister.

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Sometimes on weekends, I'll go on trips to nearby cities with a few male colleagues. When we come back, we'll have a meal together, and we're usually in high spirits, so we often go for a spa massage.
We often go to a massage parlor that only offers handjobs because the women there are pretty, and the massages are really comfortable, unlike other places where the massages are weak and lack strength. Also, it's quite difficult to find pretty women at other places.
The first time I went there was more than a year ago. I had just graduated then, and I thought it was a legitimate massage parlor.
I was wearing underwear when I entered the room after showering. A female masseuse, around 26 years old, came in. She had a nice face, somewhat resembling Tang Yan, but not quite as refined. Although petite, she had a great figure, with a C-cup, which was my type. She was wearing a loose-fitting pink uniform and matching pink peep-toe high heels.
She asked me if this was my first time here. I asked her how she knew, and she said, "You don't even dare to take off your underwear. It's obvious you're a newbie."
When I heard that I had to take off my underwear, I wondered if I had to do that for a proper massage now? Was it to make it easier to perform some big movements like twisting my ankle or bending over?
At first, she gave me a very proper massage and even chatted with me. She seemed like a very easy person to talk to. She avoided the groin area while massaging, but I felt an erection when she moved around the area.
More than an hour later, she applied BB oil and slowly pressed it onto my penis. I knew then that this was more than just a massage.
I was lying face down at the time. After she got me hard, she told me to turn over. Then she laughed and said, "It's so big!" So she sat on my lap and started stroking me vigorously with both hands.
I'm still a virgin and a masturbator, so I didn't know how long it would take to last. I held back from ejaculating, and after 10 minutes she said she was tired. Then she lay down on her side next to me, teasing my genitals with her calves, and then bent her thighs and calves to clamp my penis and stroke it. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and I looked at her cleavage. I ejaculated soon after.
Before she left, she gave me her number, which I remembered.
Later, almost every time I went out with those male colleagues, whether it was for dinner or a late-night snack, the second half of the time would be a massage. We didn't hire prostitutes because four out of the five of us were considered pretty attractive. We went almost every month, but in the spirit of trying new things, we tried different masseuses each time, but it wasn't as enjoyable as the first time. Maybe it was the first time that made me crave it? Of course, the other women weren't as pleasing to my eye as she was.
About half a year later, in June, I went back and they called back the technician from my first visit. This time, she was wearing the same pink uniform as before, and pink high heels.
She seemed to remember me somewhat, so I started chatting with her. I mentioned that I was planning a trip in July, and then we started talking about everything from work to relationships. We got along quite well; I wonder if it's just me or everyone else?
That time, she applied oil to her thighs, placed her hands on either side of my legs, and then used her thighs to grip and stroke my penis.
Some of the masseuses here are more open-minded, some are more conservative, so some allow you to touch their breasts, while others don't. I asked her if I could touch them, and she nodded. Then I started to massage them. She's petite, so even a C cup looked quite full, and I also prefer women between B and D cups. I slowly slipped my hand under her clothes, and she didn't resist. This time, I ejaculated directly onto her thighs. Her inner thighs were covered in semen, and it took a long time to clean them.
Then every time I went, I would ask for her. We gradually got to know each other, and she told me some of her love stories. She knew I didn't have a girlfriend, so she taught me how to pick up girls. She said that not many customers are so long-lasting, and that I must be very good at sex.
Her words were just like what Eileen Chang said: "The passage to a woman's heart is through her vagina." She said that she used to have a boyfriend who she didn't like at first, but after doing it a lot, she found that she couldn't live without him. He encouraged me to get a girlfriend as soon as possible, and then sleep with her, and she would be devoted to me.
Two or three months later, when I went there again, she said as soon as she saw me, "I was wondering why you hadn't come for a month. I even dreamed about you yesterday." I took it as a joke and just laughed it off.
I was quite tired this time, but the massage was very comfortable. When she squeezed my legs together, I noticed that her clothes were buttoned up, so I reached out and unbuttoned them. Seeing that she didn't resist, I took off her uniform and was about to take off her bra when she grabbed my hand and made a no-go gesture.
I thought she was going to stop me, but she just smiled and got out of bed, turning the room lights down to almost nothing. When she climbed back into bed, I reached out and unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts to me. They were firm, with a clear cleavage; perhaps because she was small, they appeared large. Her nipples were a slightly orange color.
She continued to move up and down, and I watched her breasts sway with the movement. So I grabbed them with both hands, and she stopped, sitting on my lap, and started using her hands again. I vigorously kneaded her breasts and asked, "Use here?"
She shushed me, then stepped between my legs, bent down, placed my penis between her breasts, and then squeezed her breasts together, pumping up and down for about five minutes. She seemed tired, so I told her to lie down on the bed. She lay down easily, but her breasts seemed much flatter, with only her nipples remaining firm.
Honestly, I didn't have the urge to have sex with her. I just climbed on top of her, my penis facing her. She instinctively clamped her breasts together with her hands, and then I kept thrusting. Sometimes the head of my penis even touched her lower lip. On the last thrust, she probably realized I was about to ejaculate, and she pressed my penis tightly to prevent it from sticking out. I shuddered and ejaculated completely.
As I pulled out, her hand loosened, and I noticed her cleavage was covered in my semen. She immediately sat up, wiped it clean with a tissue, and said, "How long has it been since you last ejaculated? There's so much."
I laughed and said a week, and as we chatted, she asked me for my WeChat ID.
My WeChat name is so long that even I can't remember it, so I took out my phone and told her to add me herself.
During the massage, I mentioned that I hadn't been feeling well for the past few days and was a bit dizzy. When I got home, I found a WeChat message from her telling me to buy some red dates to eat, and saying that if I didn't take care of my own body, who would? I was quite touched.
After this incident, I asked my colleagues if they offered that kind of service. They said no, but the sauna next door does. This place is a spa, and the therapists are fixed, so they don't offer that. However, they said some people can arrange to go out with you. I had mixed feelings about that.
Interlude: Once, we were chatting on WeChat about her hometown, and I said I knew it. She asked me how I would know about her small, out-of-province place, since it's not a tourist attraction.
I mentioned that I had a junior from the same club who was from there, and he asked if I was from XX University in a prefecture-level city. I thought, could he be her relative? That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it? It's really impossible.
I said, "Yes, that's right. His surname is Li." She then asked, "Li XX?" Wow, it really is! It turns out she's his older sister. At the time, she was working in a factory. Her younger brother was in university, and the factory work didn't pay much, but she didn't want to be exposed as a prostitute, so she took this job. The pay was relatively high, enough to support her, her brother, and their family.
I asked her if her brother knew, and she said he did. Suddenly, someone wanted to add me on WeChat. She said that was her real WeChat account, and everyone in her hometown's WeChat Moments was connected to that real account. I asked her if she wasn't afraid I'd say something inappropriate there. She said I'd visited so many times and trusted my character.
And so, it just so happened that the nationwide crackdown began in February. She messaged me saying it was on hold, and when I asked when it would resume, she said maybe in two months. Actually, at that time, I could probably have slept with her with a little enticement, but I really didn't want to. I don't know if I'm being prejudiced.
I remember another local technician once saying that her friends knew she was in this line of work, and although she didn't do anything explicit, they all distanced themselves from her. Am I one of those people?
In May, she said that things had recovered there and asked when I could come over. I replied that I was quite busy recently and it might take some time, which was indeed the case.
At the end of May, I asked her on WeChat if she was at work. She replied that she was, so I went over there.
This time she was wearing a tight-fitting black uniform with a small belt and platform sandals. She dimmed the lights first, then gave me a massage. We chatted at first, and she told me that a while ago a customer wanted to sleep with her, invited her to dinner, and offered her money. She ate the meal but didn't take the money and just left. She asked me if that was right. I could only laugh it off because I really couldn't give her a proper answer.
When I told her it was time to fly, she asked me where I needed to go. I smiled and said upstairs. She unbuttoned her coat but didn't take it off; she just unhooked her bra. Then she asked me if I wanted her to do it or not. I told her to lie down, and then she used her breasts to hold my penis and started stroking it. I touched her lips several times.
Suddenly she stuck out her tongue and licked my glans, and I stopped thrusting. She looked at me, a little bewildered, and asked if she had done something wrong. I shook my head, lay on the bed, pointed to her mouth, and tentatively said, "Use it there?"
She didn't say anything, but simply wiped my penis clean with a tissue, then put on her clothes and said, "I'm going to get something."
When I got back, I found she had taken some ice and a cloth. I knew it was the so-called "ice and fire massage," where ice is placed on the back and then heated. I asked her what was wrong, and she shushed me, telling me not to talk. Then she put the ice in a cup, climbed onto the bed, knelt between my legs, and slowly began to stroke me. My penis slowly hardened. She tucked her hair behind her ear, leaned down, and gently swept her tongue across the shaft of my penis, slowly licking it upwards, circling it around the glans. Then she opened her lips and took the glans into her mouth. Seeing my penis gradually being swallowed by her mouth and entering a warm, fleshy hole, I felt very aroused.
She swallowed slowly a few times, then reached for the water by the bed and said, "You drank from it, is it okay?" Before I could speak, she put it in her mouth, then bent down and took my penis in her mouth for dozens of times. Then she swallowed the water, took another sip of the water with ice in it, and swallowed again.
I think this is the real ice and fire; the massage I did before was nothing compared to this.
She continued to suck on the water until it was all gone. Her hair was completely covering her face, so I pushed it aside. She could only swallow about two-thirds of the water. After three more minutes, she slowed down. I asked her if she was tired. She mumbled an "Mmm" and I said I would stand up.
I stood on the bed, and she knelt on the bed. I held her head with both hands and pulled her closer to me. After swallowing two-thirds of it, she felt a little coughing. She gripped my thighs tightly, and I gripped her head tightly as well. Then I moved back and forth.
The last third disappeared into her mouth, her lips pressed against my pubic hair, and I felt my tip had already entered her throat. I started pressing her head back and forth, while also thrusting myself, her hands gripping my waist tightly, sometimes pinching me quite hard.
After about three or four minutes of this, I said I was going to ejaculate. She tried to push me away with both hands, but I grabbed her head and didn't let her leave. I ejaculated all my semen into her mouth.
She immediately let go of me, took a tissue, and vomited some onto it as if she were nauseous, complaining, "I swallowed so much." Then she picked up her tools and left the room, saying she was going to wash up.
When she came back and saw me lying on the bed again, she said, "You were so mean just now. Don't tell anyone what happened, or you'll get fired." I asked, "Where's your brother?" She immediately raised her fist and said, "You dare?"
After that, we talked on WeChat more often, but we didn't talk about what happened that day again; we chatted like ordinary good friends. Until a weekend in mid-June, a few friends and I were preparing to go there again, so we asked her if she was working. She said she would be going in a little while. So my friends and I had dinner and chatted for more than an hour before going there.
When I called her, she arrived wearing a tight-fitting blue uniform, a short blue skirt, and bright blue high heels that were about 6 or 7 centimeters high. I said, "You look so sexy today." She replied, "Of course. I've heard you say before that this is the type of clothing I like. I can't change my clothes, but I can choose my own shoes."
I said regretfully, "It would be nice to have black stockings." She took out a black lump from the small box that contained boob oil and said, "Hey, black stockings. We can't usually wear stockings to work, so I secretly put these in."
After saying that, she sat on the bed in front of me and slowly put on two pairs of black stockings.
I remember telling her before that I liked her legs, but she said she envied my slightly muscular legs, saying they looked athletic. I don't know what kind of taste she has. She slowly put on the stocking on her right foot, then her left, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
But at that moment, I was surprised that she remembered, and I immediately became excited. She said, "What's the rush? We haven't had the massage yet."
I'm not a pervert, so I let her massage me. This time, she sucked on my back with her lips and then stepped on my back with her black-stockinged legs.
Although I usually get back massages, I don't know why, but seeing her wearing black stockings felt a bit more stimulating. After I rolled over, she asked me how it was with her feet this time. I hummed in agreement, and she started gently stroking my penis with her feet. For the first time, I asked her, "How many pictures should I take?" Although it was a question, I had already raised my phone to take pictures.
She said, "With your phone, it's so dark here, what can you possibly take a picture of? Take pictures if you want."
Then she used the soles of her feet to stroke my penis. As my penis grew larger, she used both feet to clamp it and continued to stroke it. Perhaps I have a special affinity for black stockings, because this time I ejaculated on her feet in about 4 minutes.
I asked, "Is there time to extend the time?"
She replied, "Yes, but where are your friends?"
So I immediately called my friend and told them not to wait for me, and that I'd added an hour. This extra hour looks like it'll be quite a fun time.
After wiping away the semen with a tissue, she prepared to undress, but I stopped her, saying, "Can you not take your clothes off?" She nodded. Then she started massaging my hands and feet, initially gently, but perhaps she'll apply more pressure later.
During the interview, she mentioned that she would take a month's leave in August to go back to her hometown to rest. She said she was very tired from working day and night. Her parents were also urging her to get married, saying they would introduce her to potential partners when she returned. I asked her if she would come back. She said she probably would, as her younger brother was still studying here, and even if she met someone, it would be at least one or two years before they got married.
As she massaged me, I said I was ready again, and I asked if I could wear heels. She said there was so much semen on my feet, but since it was me, it was okay. So I put on those heels, and she said, "I'll do it again this time."
She sat directly on me, kneeling beside me with her legs spread wide, allowing me to continuously stroke her beautiful legs in black stockings. She took off her clothes, her genitals rubbing against my penis. I felt her panties were probably wet too. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, her lower body rubbing against me. I felt really embarrassed. After rubbing for more than 10 minutes, I still hadn't ejaculated. She got off the bed, stood on the floor, slowly took off her panties, then returned to the bed, opened her mouth, and swallowed my penis. This time, she swallowed it much deeper than before, almost completely.
This time it was the 69th. She knelt on either side of me, her buttocks facing my face. I started touching her from her high heels, slowly moving up her thighs, then her buttocks, and finally inserted my right hand fingers into her vagina. She shuddered and then worked even harder on my penis.
I knew she wanted me to lick her, but for some reason I couldn't get past that mental hurdle. I felt that the first time I licked a girl I liked, I should do it. So I didn't lick her. I just inserted three fingers and kept going in and out. She started making moaning sounds. Soon, my palms were all wet, but I increased the force of my thrusts.
Suddenly her body went limp, and her legs clamped tightly around mine. She probably sensed that I was about to ejaculate, and she spat out my penis. I also wanted to try facial ejaculation, so the moment she spat it out, I deliberately released my semen and ejaculated.
Since we've already shot once, this time the spray is a bit thinner. Of course, thinner spray means it can shoot further, so this time the spray area is much larger.
She sat up with a gasp, and I saw a lot of semen on her face, especially around her eyes and nose, and some in her hair too. It was very tempting, and I wanted to take a picture, but she said her face was covered in semen and she didn't want me to take one.
That time, she wiped her face clean and asked me several times if I could still see the marks. Only after I confirmed that I couldn't see them did she leave with a big smile and say goodbye.
I know that under these circumstances, even though WeChat is the same as usual, I can still contact her if I want. However, I just don't want to have waited this long, only to give my first time to someone who isn't my girlfriend. It feels a bit like prostitution, and it feels very outdated. What do you all think? Moderation is good, excessive masturbation is harmful, and excessive masturbation leads to ruin.

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