My story with the massage girl

In late August this year, a few friends and I spent a day on Nan'ao Island. We returned to Shantou after dark. We were all
exhausted, so we checked into a three-star hotel. After showering, we felt bored and wandered around
for a while. A few grown men walking on the street wasn't very interesting, so we started heading back. In the lobby, we saw
an advertisement for massages by pretty girls on the 11th and 12th floors for 68 yuan for two hours, no tipping
. Intrigued, we headed straight to the 11th floor.

Just as we exited the elevator, a man approached us and asked, "Gentlemen, are you here for a massage?" It seemed a bit
pointless; why would we come up here if we weren't getting a massage? We couldn't just come for a stroll. We ignored him. Seeing that we
didn't speak, and perhaps realizing his earlier words were unnecessary, he led us to a nearby shower room,
saying, "Please take a shower first, then change your clothes."

"But we just came up here."

"Sorry, that's the rule here." Since that was the case, we couldn't say anything more,
so we just showered. Everyone stripped naked, showered for a while under the showerhead, changed into the
provided clothes, and locked their belongings away. The supervisor then asked, "Does anyone know anyone?"

Annoying, I said to him, "Why don't you just call a few for us?"

"Sorry, please go to your rooms first, I'll go call them." Seeing his politeness,
we couldn't say anything more, so we each found a room and went in. The room was small, with only a table and
a massage bed. The lighting was dim, with a small wall lamp. The door was made of glass, with only the upper part visible
; the rest was covered with pictures.

I had barely sat down when a young woman came in. After exchanging greetings, she asked, "Sir,
are you satisfied with me?"

"Why do you ask?" I was puzzled. It wasn't like I was choosing a wife; as long as she wasn't too unattractive, that was fine. Besides,
she was quite attractive, about 1.6 meters tall, roughly my height. Her voice was also very pleasant.

"If you're not satisfied, I can ask the supervisor to find another one," she replied with a smile.

"Satisfied? Then you're the one."

"Okay, please lie down first."

I lay down as she asked, and she sat beside my head, pressing her hands against my forehead. Her hands were warm and
had a pleasant fragrance. I asked her, "Why are your hands so warm, or is my forehead too cold?"

"You don't have a cold, so why would your forehead be cold? It's my hands that are warm. It's always like this," she answered softly
, always speaking with a smile. I suddenly felt particularly relaxed talking to her. Her breath would occasionally brush against my face as she spoke
, and sometimes her hair would gently brush against my cheek, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Is the massage uncomfortable?" she
asked when I didn't follow up on her topic.

"Don't worry, you're massaging very well. I'm just smelling your fragrance. You smell wonderful."

"Hehe, as long as you feel good."

I grabbed some of her hair, tilted my head up, and asked, "What kind of programs do you
offer for ? Chinese or Thai?"

"Sir, would you like Chinese or Thai?"

"I'm just asking you. Usually, we offer Thai for two hours, and Chinese for less than one hour. We
're not just going to chat like this, are we?" I asked her, finding her amusing, and decided to tease her a bit. Little did I know
I'd outsmart her. Who was she? A massage girl who'd seen it all. In the end, I
was the one who got the better of her. But I did get a good time.

"Sir, where are you from?" she suddenly asked, ignoring my previous question. Although
I'd always been asked this when I went for massages before.

I told her I was from out of town and was just visiting.

She said she had rooms available on the sixth floor. She said, "If you'd told me earlier, I could have come to your room for a massage. It would have cost an extra thirty yuan."

"How was I supposed to know you had that rule? It's inconvenient though, I'm sharing with a friend
. Next time I'll book a room by myself and call you down," I said. "
What's the difference between getting a massage in my room and here?" I like to play dumb in front of women like this.

"Hehe, do you really not know, or do I have to tell you?" She found it amusing that
there were .

"There are many things I don't know. I only arrived today, and I've only seen you for about ten minutes," I
retorted with a laugh.

"You can't do that here," she paused, then said softly. As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down next to my waist and
started massaging my arm. Now I could see her up close. Her hair was straight and fell naturally, her face was
quite pretty, and her breasts were full. She was wearing a white tracksuit.

"Does going down there mean we can do it?" I think asking that was pretty shameless. She probably didn't expect
me to ask that, or maybe it was a difficult question to answer. Even though she's a prostitute,
it still felt a little embarrassing to ask a strange man face-to-face. She didn't answer me directly, only saying, "Disgusting
!"

I admit that hearing those two words from her made me feel good. Suddenly, I remembered my ex-girlfriend
saying the same thing to me countless times, and suddenly, she seemed much more charming to me. Why not just say
"pretty"? I always felt that people in this line of work would sell their bodies and souls for money, and even the most beautiful face
couldn't be described as pretty. Because deep down, I despise that kind of person.

I grabbed her arm and gently touched it, asking, "How are we going to spend these two hours? What's on
the program? Can you tell me?"

"You're so annoying," she laughed and scolded me, "Why are you in such a hurry? Do you like me?"

I chuckled, pulled her down, hugged her tightly, and reached out to touch her breasts.
She grabbed my hand alertly, preventing me from succeeding. So, I put my hands on her back, hugged her tightly, and asked
, "How can I?"

I could feel her breathing was a little rapid, perhaps she was deliberately trying to lure me in, but her entire upper
body was pressed against me, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, it felt very comfortable.

She didn't immediately answer my question, but instead left us in silence. Actually, she was putting on a
show to lure me in. Giving me a little treat first, and any further action would obviously require a tip. But
I didn't know how much a handjob or sex cost; I had to figure it out first, or I'd be taken advantage of.

She didn't answer, and I didn't ask again, only placing my hand on her waist, slipping it under her clothes, caressing her waist and
back, feeling her breath, feeling the rough passion her body gave me. Seeing that I wasn't asking her anything more, she
suddenly kissed my cheek. This seemed to give me a spark, so I pulled her head close and asked, "Tell
me, what other services are there, and how much do I need?"

"They also have handjobs and handjobs," she whispered. I felt it was a shame she wasn't an actress; she
clearly wanted me to do this, yet she acted so shy. I didn't care; I knew I could do
anything , it was just a matter of how much money.

"How much is a handjob, and how much is a blowjob?"

"One hundred for both."

"Really? Where I work, a handjob includes a blowjob, and it doesn't even cost one hundred in total." I
teased her, pretending to exaggerate.

"That's how it is here," she said softly, "I guarantee you'll be comfortable."

"I don't want a handjob, I just want to have sex."

"You can't do that here. If you want to, go to your room."

"How much will it cost?" I kissed her and asked.

"I'll tell you when you really want to. A handjob, I guarantee you'll be comfortable."

"How about one hundred for both?" I said, "That's my bottom line."

She raised her head slightly, looked at me for a moment, and said, "You're so cunning. Fine, I'll do as you say, but you have to
give me this tip first. That's my bottom line too."

"Are you afraid I'll run away?" I asked curiously.

"It's not that I'm afraid you'll run away. Go get it for me first, then I
can massage you with peace of mind. That way, it's better for both of us, and it saves us some unnecessary trouble. Go ahead, give it to me, and I promise you'll be comfortable."

So I got up and got her a Red Bull. After she put it away, she took off my pants, and because it was hot
, I took off my shirt too. I said to her, "Take off your shirt too."

She just unzipped her zipper and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were very large, at least much larger than my wife's. I
reached up with both hands and slowly rubbed those two mounds of flesh.

She used one hand to grope my body, and the other hand to grasp my penis, gently stroking it up and down. That feeling
was really good. I've always loved having a woman's hand touch my penis. That overflowing passion
combined with the feeling of touching her breasts was something I couldn't describe in words. It felt wonderful. Unconsciously, I
increased the pressure of my rubbing.

She probably couldn't take it anymore and said, "Don't be so rough."

"Hehe, you shouldn't be so rough either."

She was still slowly stroking my penis, occasionally playing with it with her hair, and it really felt good.
It was clear that she knew what she was doing, unlike the ones around here who just wanted to finish quickly. She was
prioritizing my feelings, of course, after she got the money.

I was quickly dissatisfied with just touching her breasts, so I slowly moved my hand down. "You can't touch down there." She
probably understood my intention.

Strange, you tell me not to touch, and I won't? I paid for it, if I'm this obedient, won't I become
the number one ? With a quick movement, I directly inserted one hand into her genitals.

"Ah!" She didn't expect me to be so fast and so decisive, and quickly tried to stop me with her hands. But my hand had already
firmly controlled her lower body, how could she be stopped like before?

I slid my fingers around her vaginal opening. Soon, I felt a warm liquid
flowing out of her flesh.

"Don't touch me like that," she said helplessly, trying to block
me with her hands while squeezing her legs tightly together.

At that moment, I put my other arm around her waist and kissed her, even her lips, and
put inside her mouth. While kissing her, I moved my hand around her vulva.

Strangely, when I kissed her, she opened her legs slightly. I understood; she was aroused too. Because she
was also moving her hand over my body. Without thinking, I made a breakthrough move, inserting my fingers into her vagina.
At first, one finger went in and out, while the other four lingered at the entrance.

I could feel her vaginal fluids increasing. Soon, I inserted a second finger.
This time, it became lively inside; both fingers dug around inside her vagina, the warm walls and the flowing
fluids making soft sounds.

As I explored deeper, she gradually collapsed, half her body leaning against me, finally no longer hindering
my movements. She stopped stroking my penis, her breathing slightly rough.

Again, it felt amazing. How could she not enjoy a woman like this, whom I could do as I pleased
? I didn't hold back anymore, pulling her pants down a little to make things easier. I placed my other
hand on her buttocks, tracing her cleft downwards.

She was completely powerless now, simply pressing herself against me, her hands around my head, constantly thrusting her tongue
into my mouth, gasping for breath. Everything she did was in accordance with my actions,
as if she were my woman, completely at my mercy.

I wonder if anyone has ever done this: inserting both hands into a woman's vagina from the front and back, one
focusing on the clitoris and labia, the other on the anus and vaginal opening. If both hands move erratically at the same time, you can imagine what she feels like
. She couldn't take it anymore. She arched her back slightly and said, "Please, stop digging, I
can't take it. Take your hand out."

She said this with a hint of ambiguity, and I didn't want to be the fool. Such a rare opportunity—how
could I not enjoy it? Actually, I thought this kind of enjoyment was no less than sex.

She started to writhe with her lower body, but as she cooperated with my digging, she would definitely be even more overwhelmed. I continued
using both hands, letting her juices flow onto my palms; her lower body was already covered in that fluid.
It feels even better to touch her like that. Imagine if you've been touching her vaginal opening for ages and there's still no lubrication, would you
still feel any passion?

"Don't bully me like this, you can't..." she said to me in that weak tone.

"Then you can blow me, and I won't dig anymore." As I said this, I inserted my fingers deep into her vagina
.

"I won't blow you, please let me go."

"Then let's have sex, I can't take it anymore either."

"I won't."

"You won't?" I said, spreading my two fingers apart and messing around inside. This made her even more unable to take it, "
Really not going to do it, is that right?"

"We can't do it here, I'll be in big trouble if the supervisor finds out. Let's go to your room to do it."

"But I have a friend in my room, good idea, both of us together, it's been a long time since I've played this kind of
game." To clarify, I've never played a 3P before. However, when I said that, she was still
shocked.

"I know you won't do a threesome, so give me a blowjob." I said, licking her neck with my tongue
.

"I won't do a blowjob, please don't force me, take your hands out, please." Actually, she knew
I couldn't do what she wanted, and I could feel she was cooperating with my actions. It seemed the hundred yuan was really
worth it.

After a while, she suddenly said, "I'll charge you extra for a blowjob." I was delighted, "
How much extra?" "One hundred."

It was that simple. It was great to enjoy a massage girl's oral skills. So I quickly said to her,
"Okay."

"Then you have to take your hands out first before I can give you a blowjob."

I thought about it and realized that was true. How could I do it like that? I even wanted to try a 69 position, digging in while enjoying
a woman's oral skills. So, I took both hands out, and she straightened up at the same time, bringing
me some tissues to wipe my hands. She was really thoughtful, at least the feeling she gave me was always very good. Just as I was thinking about enjoying her mouth
, she put her pants back on, sat down at my feet, and covered my penis with her hand,
gently .

"Why aren't you giving me a blowjob?" It seemed I had fallen for her trick. She gave me a sly smile: "I
told you long ago I don't give blowjobs. Did you forget?"

I sat up abruptly, pulled her close, and vigorously touched her breasts, saying in a strange voice:
"You lied to me! Tell me, how are

you going to make it up to me?" "Lie down first, I'll give you a handjob first." She said with a smile.

"I want a handjob."

"I won't fall for your tricks again, you took advantage of me enough just now."

"Trust me, I won't do it like before, it's more fun when we touch each other."

She sat down again, and I still wanted to take off her top, but she refused, because she had already said so. I didn't force
her, but just seriously enjoyed the passion that her breasts and her hands gave me. During this process, I also kept
my promise and didn't put my hand down there again. For some reason, I was

unusually obedient this time. Neither of us spoke; she was very focused on manipulating my penis, her movements delicate and gentle
, making me feel perfectly comfortable. Her technique was clearly excellent, and I now believed
what she had said shortly after entering: those who came to her usually paid extra tips. It was indeed very comfortable. But no matter how good it was, I still
felt it wasn't as pleasurable as sex. This was related to my thinking.

If hands could replace the vagina, what would be the point of having a vagina?
It's just another way people have come up with to release passion, or more accurately, to release semen, during this period of high STD prevalence. I've heard that in many places now
it's popular to use breasts or thighs for stimulation. Heh, so many variations, but I only like sex, using the vagina for stimulation,
but I'm afraid of getting STDs. So, I had to change my mindset and adapt to the trend.

As her hands moved up and down, and as my hands moved freely over those two mounds of flesh, I don't know
how much time passed, but I kept my eyes closed the whole time. Suddenly I felt myself ejaculating, so I just pinched the
two little red dots on my penis with my hands. She sensed I was about to ejaculate too, and grabbed a tissue to place around my penis. Soon, with her
efforts, I ejaculated. She professionally cleaned up the remaining semen. Then she
pulled my pants back up .

After doing all this, she washed her hands. When she came back, she lay down next to me, and we
hugged and kissed. I continued to touch her breasts. She playfully asked me, "Is it comfortable?"

"It would be even more comfortable if you could give me a blowjob or have sex with me."

"Didn't I tell you that sex isn't allowed here? And I'm not used to giving blowjobs to men, it's disgusting
."

I hugged her tightly and kissed her earnestly, without considering whether she had any infectious diseases. I kissed her earnestly, just like I would with my girlfriend.
We both opened our mouths wide, fully enjoying the passion brought by our contact. To be honest, she
was the first woman I had ever kissed like this, besides my girlfriend. Although she was a masseuse, we
were both very engaged. It was true, I could feel that she was very engaged too. I didn't know why she was doing this. I'd
already paid for the job, and she was still as attentive as ever.

"Let's do it secretly here, the foreman won't notice."

"You really want to do it with me?" Now it was her turn to play dumb.

"You're the first girl besides my girlfriend who's ever made my heart flutter." Of course, that was nonsense, though I said it
as if it were the truth.

"Really? Hehe," she was clearly pleased. It seems the books were right, women can be won over with
sweet talk, even if it's a lie, as long as it sounds nice.

She still put on a very innocent act, but to me, I no longer had the same feelings for this type of person as before
. An inexplicable thought welled up in my mind. Maybe, if she were willing to have sex with me now,
I would agree to any price, as long as it didn't exceed the amount of money in my pocket. I turned to my side, letting her lie on her back, and I became half-sided next to her. I kissed

her neck, face, and lips while gently stroking her breasts.
As she touched him, she became a little aroused again.
She slowly reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, eagerly responding to my kisses. At that moment, she was like my
girlfriend .

Then, I rolled over and pinned her down. Besides kissing, caressing her entire body, and pressing my genitals
tightly against hers, I didn't know what else I could do. She kept her lower body firmly against me, but her upper body
was completely at my mercy. I thought, this hundred yuan was worth it. Although we couldn't have sex, I was
satisfied to enjoy this treatment.

So, sometimes she was on top of me, sometimes I was on top of her, we chatted and made some small
movements. Occasionally, she allowed me to touch her genitals through her pants. Sometimes it made her giggle.

This continued until the clock struck. We reluctantly parted. We gave each other a deep hug and a kiss
goodbye. Finally, she said, "You're a rather cute man."

"How so?" I asked her with a smile.

"I don't know, but I'm not like this with others, only with you. These two hours were really comfortable
."

"Then I won't go back tomorrow. Tell my friend to go back first, I'll get a room by myself, how about we have a
wild night ?"

"Okay."

"You can't refuse me everything then," I reached into her bra and touched her breast.

"You're so annoying." Another one.

After our last kiss, we left the room. I went straight to the stairs and took the elevator down. I didn't stay
the next day , but went back with my friends. For months, the feelings from that night
kept resurfacing in my mind, making me clearly feel the passion of that night. Even now, I still don't understand why she was
so devoted. Maybe she wanted to have sex with me the next day, but that seems unlikely.

However, her appearance changed many of my previous views on this type of woman. I hope to meet
her again in the future and continue our unfinished story. I also hope she is doing well in her future life.

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