[My Foot Massage Experience - The Allure of Beautiful Feet at a Reputable Foot Massage Parlor] [Fire in Water] [The End]

With the increasing prevalence of the internet, there are more and more women offering foot massages on QQ. It's become increasingly convenient to pay money to enjoy beautiful feet, but personally, I still don't like it. I prefer non-professional services; they seem cleaner. Actually, this feeling is just my own perception—who knows if it's truly clean? This time, I want to talk about a large, reputable chain foot massage parlor I frequent. This parlor is right next to my workplace. When we work late, we go there to relax before going home. Over time, I became familiar with the female manager, and we even joked around sometimes. Let me introduce the protagonist of this story: she's a year older than me. After I got to know her better, I called her Sister Ping. Sister Ping is from out of town and works here with her husband. She's the manager here; I don't know what her husband does, but I often see him at the parlor. Ping is not very tall, around 160cm, and her appearance is average, short hair, big eyes, but she has a great figure, curvaceous. Because of the shop's requirements, everyone must wear a brown business suit and black stockings; the manager must wear high heels. Ping's legs are very beautiful, very straight and attractive, which I really like. Every time I go, I take a second look at her legs. Several times I jokingly asked Ping to give me a foot massage, and she would say, "I'll do it for you when we're short-staffed." I remember one night close to Chinese New Year, I had just come home from overtime and passed by Ping's shop, so I parked and went in. Only Ping and her husband were at the front desk. They greeted me warmly and told me that unfortunately, it was close to Chinese New Year, and many of the technicians had already gone home for the holidays, leaving only two or three working. They asked if I wanted to wait. To be honest, I could wait, but then I suddenly realized this was an opportunity for Ping to serve me! So I said no, I was too sleepy. Finally, Sister Ping glanced at her husband and told me she would do my foot massage. As we were entering the private room (their shop doesn't have a main hall; all three floors are private rooms, with single rooms on the third floor), I noticed Sister Ping's husband's expression was a little unnatural, but he didn't say anything. After all, this was a legitimate foot massage, and he didn't complain. I took off my clothes, changed into a bathrobe, had my feet washed, and received the massage—Sister Ping's technique was quite good. Later, Sister Ping told me that she used to work in foot massage, eventually rising to the position of manager. She hadn't done foot massages for customers for two or three years, partly because her husband disapproved. However, when regular customers came, Sister Ping would still do them personally. Her husband, who drives a truck, would come over in the evenings to keep an eye on things. After a foot massage at her shop, they offer a back-foot massage service. That day, because it was the dead of winter, Sister Ping was wearing thick black stockings. While she was massaging my back, I deliberately pulled up my bathrobe, exposing my bare back, intending for her feet to make intimate contact with mine. Sister Ping didn't say anything about this. Watching her take off her shoes, revealing her size 36 stockinged feet, I felt aroused and immediately started massaging. The contact between her feet and my back stirred my desire. After the massage, I turned around. To be honest, my penis had become somewhat erect, but it wasn't very noticeable through the loose bathrobe. The last part of the foot massage is leg massage. Usually, the masseuses at this shop use their hands to massage the thighs and calves. But I had a wicked thought. I suggested that Sister Ping use her feet to massage my legs. I was testing her; if she objected, I wouldn't insist. Unexpectedly, Sister Ping hesitated for a moment but then complied. I guess in her eyes, feet and hands are no different! "I can't get any power with my feet!" Sister Ping said. "It's okay, just a few simple presses will do. I'm so sleepy, I'll go home and sleep soon," I quickly explained. Let me briefly explain: unlike other foot massage parlors where the massage beds are single, professional beds, her shop's massage beds are real single beds. I spread my legs and let Sister Ping sit in the middle. She stretched out her foot and stepped on my calf, a position similar to footjob. As Sister Ping's foot moved up my calf, gradually approaching my thigh, my penis involuntarily became erect instantly. Even through my loose-fitting bath shorts, it was clear what was erect. I deliberately arched my body upwards, intending to let Sister Ping see my erection. Actually, Sister Ping had already seen it and was clearly a little embarrassed, her foot remaining still on my thigh. I took the opportunity to reach out and touch Sister Ping's foot. At first, Sister Ping didn't react, perhaps because of embarrassment, but after I touched it a few times, she withdrew her foot. I figured that was enough for today, and I couldn't continue, so I said that was enough and I was going home to get some sleep. Sister Ping quickly got off the massage bed, put on her shoes, and left with the foot bath basin. I calmed myself down for a bit, waited until my penis was down, got dressed, and went out. Just before leaving, I saw Sister Ping, and we made eye contact. She seemed a little embarrassed. On the way, I felt like I had a chance with her. A few months passed, and the weather warmed up. During that time, I visited Sister Ping's shop a few times, but I never got to have her serve me. I remember it was almost May Day, around 8 pm, and I was bored at home, so I drove to Sister Ping's foot massage shop. Because it was close to the long weekend, there were many customers, and all the technicians were on duty. Only Sister Ping and one other technician were available. (By the way, I know one or two technicians here, and they were both on duty.) "Little brother, you're here! Ting and Yue are both on duty," Sister Ping greeted me with her usual enthusiasm. "Would you like this one to do your job later?" Sister Ping first recommended the technician next to her to me. To be honest, the woman was alright-looking, but my goal was Sister Ping, so I could only shake my head. "How about you do my job, Sister Ping?" I suddenly said. Sister Ping hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed. I felt that Sister Ping knew I would want her, and although she was prepared, she was still a little uneasy. The order was the same as before. When massaging my feet, I deliberately asked Sister Ping why her husband wasn't here. Sister Ping said he had driven out of town. I became bolder. When it came to the back massage, I suggested that we skip the back massage and just relax my legs, like last time, and use my feet to relax my legs. Sister Ping hesitated for a moment, then agreed. Because the weather was getting warmer, Ping and the others were all wearing thin black stockings, even more alluring than thick black stockings. Watching Ping slip on her shoes and get onto the massage bed, my penis was already engorged, and I could feel it slowly rising. This was the second time Ping had massaged my legs with her feet. The cool, silky feeling unique to stockings spread from my legs throughout my body. Before it even reached my thighs, my penis was already fully engorged and erect. Ping noticed the change in my penis, and her foot remained at my knee, glancing at my genitals before turning away to talk about something else. I slowly got up and grabbed Ping's foot, stroking it. "You feel something in my feet?" Ping whispered to me. Although the shop was nicely decorated and it was a private room, it wasn't exactly soundproof. "Ping's feet are so beautiful," I whispered in her ear, my hand still moving. Ping turned her face towards me. “I had a regular customer who would come in and touch my feet,” Sister Ping said. “He hasn’t come in for a year.” “It would be a shame not to touch Sister Ping’s feet,” I deliberately moved closer to her ear, blowing air as I spoke. Sister Ping looked a little embarrassed and tilted her head. Seeing this, I quickly picked up Sister Ping’s feet, brought them to my mouth, and stuck out my tongue to lick them. “What are you doing? It’s dirty,” Sister Ping said in surprise, trying to pull her foot back, afraid of being heard. “Just a couple of touches is enough. Why are you licking it?” After all, Sister Ping was an experienced woman and wasn’t scared. “Don’t move, let me enjoy it for a while,” I said while licking. Sister Ping didn’t know what to say, just watched me lick her feet, not daring to make a sound. I licked both of Sister Ping’s little feet thoroughly. “Okay, little brother! My socks are wet,” Sister Ping pleaded, but she didn’t pull her foot back. But this wasn't over yet. I instantly pulled down my shower shorts, revealing my throbbing penis, and pressed Ping's foot directly onto it. "Put it back on, this isn't allowed!" Ping begged me, but while she pleaded, her foot didn't pull back, letting me do as I pleased. I moved back, grabbing Ping's other foot and clamping it between my penis. "Good sister, please help your little brother this once! Your feet are too tempting." "No, we're on the proper side, it's not allowed," Ping continued. "The door's closed, if you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know?" I explained. "Hurry up..." Finally, Ping agreed, got off the floor, and locked the door again. Watching Ping obediently close the door, I immediately pulled off all my shorts. After Ping got into bed, I spread my legs, allowing her feet to make perfect, intimate contact with my penis. At first, Ping wasn't very skilled at footjob, but being a seasoned professional, she quickly became adept. While giving me a footjob, she urged me to hurry. Under this tense and stimulating atmosphere, I came, and a gush of semen spurted out, spraying everywhere, especially on Ping's socks. Ping didn't wait for me to finish; she quickly got off the bed to get tissues to wipe the massage bed, then wiped the semen off her legs and feet, and tossed me a few more tissues to clean myself up. "You ruined those perfectly good socks like that," she complained as she wiped, "Feeling good now?""Your feet are so sexy!" I watched Ping's actions, trying to calm myself down. "Don't tell anyone!" Ping scolded, glaring at me. I nodded in agreement, then got up to kiss her, but she wouldn't let me, so I just kissed her cheek. Then I took out 200 yuan from my bag and gave it to Ping, saying, "Buy a new pair of socks!" Ping glared at me, then lightly swiped the money, and took it. Then I told her to take off her socks so I could throw them away outside and avoid arousing suspicion. Afterwards, Ping took the foot bath tub and left. I got dressed, saw Ping at the front desk, greeted her, and left. As I left, I noticed she glared at me again when no one was around, then quickly smiled and said, "Come again next time!" I thought to myself, I must come again next time. Later, I saw Ping a few more times, and we did foot massages a few times. Once, I even asked her to give me oral sex, and she agreed. But sex was never allowed. According to Sister Ping, the maximum she could go was oral sex; nothing else was permitted. Later, I also had relationships with Ting and Yue from the same shop… Ting, a technician at a reputable foot massage parlor, was one of the better-looking women there, and many people patronized her. I started playing with Ting's feet after my relationship with Sister Ping; actually, it was a chance encounter. Ting was about 160cm tall, slim, with fair skin, smiling eyes, and two shallow dimples when she smiled. She had small hands and feet, and her legs were also very beautiful. I remember it was autumn, and one time my colleague and I went for a foot massage. We chose Ting and Yue; Ting served my colleague, and Yue served me. Since we were regular customers, the four of us chatted quite a bit. During the conversation, Yue told me that Ting had recently broken up with her boyfriend and asked us to find her a boyfriend. My colleague casually pointed at me and said, "Your older brother is still single. How about he?" Ting lowered her head and said, "My older brother has a good job. Would he even look at me?" Later, we changed the subject and talked about other things. After the foot massage was finished, Yue went out first, and the two of us lay on the bed to rest. Ting was tidying up, saying that she had been working too much lately and felt uncomfortable all over. I half-jokingly said, "Let me give you a massage." My colleague got excited too. We're both such flirtatious people! I thought Ting would object, but she agreed. We gave Ting a perfunctory massage, and then I had Ting lie on the bed while I massaged her legs. When I introduced Sister Ping before, I mentioned that her technicians and manager were required to wear black stockings. I was going to massage her legs specifically for the stockings. But while I was massaging her legs, I secretly glanced at Ting's underwear and saw that it was wet. I didn't say anything at the time, but I had a thought in my mind. A few days later, I went to see Ting. I deliberately went late at night. When I entered, I saw Sister Ping, Ting, and others chatting. It was already past midnight, and there were very few customers. Sister Ping asked me, "Who are you looking for today?" "Ting, you!" I said directly. When I glanced at Sister Ping, her eyes looked a little unnatural. Ting led me to a private room on the third floor. I observed the room along the way. I was the only one on the entire third floor. There were two triple rooms on the second floor with their lights on, indicating that there were customers. I felt reassured. After changing into a bathrobe, Ting brought over a foot bath. After a quick foot soak, Ting prepared to give me a foot massage, but my mind wasn't on that. I mainly wanted to play with Ting's feet, so I used the same tricks I had used on Sister Ping. "It's too late. You've been giving foot massages all day, you must be tired. Just massage my legs a little, and we can chat," I said to Ting. "If Sister Ping sees us, she'll say something," Ting said, shaking her head. "It's okay, close the door. It'll be fine just the two of us. I feel bad seeing you so tired." At times like this, it's important to say nice things. Ting didn't think much of it and got up to close the door. When Ting came over, I spread my legs to signal her to get on the massage bed (as mentioned before, the massage beds in her shop aren't professional massage beds, but standard hotel single beds). Ting took off her shoes and got on the bed. Seeing Ting's black-stockinged feet, combined with the thoughts in my mind, I instantly felt aroused. "Use your feet to massage my legs!" Seeing Ting looking a little lost after getting on the bed, and just as she was about to reach out to massage my legs, I brought up the idea I had been brewing for a long time. "Ah... I don't know how! Is this okay?" Ting was a little surprised. "Why not? You can just gently step on them." I explained to dispel Ting's concerns. Ting slowly stretched out her feet and started stepping on my lower legs. The silky smoothness and slightly cool touch of the stockings were very tempting. During this stage, I talked to Ting about other topics, mainly to distract her. "Your feet are beautiful," I whispered. "They're alright, just a little small," Ting glanced at her feet and said. "It's so hard to buy shoes, I always have to get the smallest size." Ting replied. "Did your ex ever lick your feet?" I began my verbal teasing and offensive. "No," Ting grinned. "How perverted... Big brother, you don't like licking feet, do you?" The clever Ting immediately realized the implication of the question. "Yes, I do," I didn't hide it anymore. "I've heard from customers that some men like women's feet," Ting slowly opened up and said to me. "Why?" "I don't know, I just get excited when I see feet!" I started my routine. At this moment, Ting's foot was already on the inside of my thigh, my penis was already erect, and the shorts of my bathrobe were sticking up high. I moved my body back to the headboard, half-lying down, and instantly picked up Ting's foot and pressed it onto my penis. "Big brother... don't..." The moment Ting stepped on my penis, she immediately realized what she was stepping on and quickly pulled her foot back, but she didn't get off the bed. I got up, grabbed Ting's foot, and started licking it. "Big brother, no! It's not allowed! If..." Ting quickly tried to pull her foot back to stop me, but from her actions, I could tell she was just saying it as a pretext; deep down, she couldn't refuse. "It's okay, the door's locked, nobody's going to know in the middle of the night," I said, licking the sole of Ting's foot. Ting didn't say anything after that, just letting me lick her foot, watching me intently. "Is this okay?" Ting suddenly asked. "How do you feel?" I asked Ting in return. "It feels weird, I don't know how to put it," Ting replied softly. I felt Ting had accepted it, so I took the opportunity to pull down my shorts and pressed Ting's foot against my penis. "Big brother...we'll get caught, this is legitimate," Ting said, not angrily, but in a pleading tone. She got up and tried to grab my hand, touching my penis briefly before quickly pulling it back. She seemed completely at a loss. "Good sister, I really like you, please help me! I'm so pent up." I got up to kiss Ting's lips, but she dodged. I went straight for her cheek and then licked her ear. No woman can resist that spot. As long as she didn't push me away, I had a chance. Ting didn't push me away, letting me lick her ear. Every now and then, Ting let out a soft moan. I turned her face and kissed her, easily prying open her lips for a French kiss. My hands started to wander, touching her breasts and her vagina; I could feel she was already wet. When I tried to unbutton her shirt, she stopped me. "No... brother, this really isn't okay..." Actually, I hadn't planned to have sex with her today. Although I'm lustful, I still have a sense of safety. I knew Ting's place was a legitimate foot massage parlor, but condoms were necessary for sex. "Then help me ejaculate with your feet!" I lay down, letting my penis fully release. Ting didn't say anything, but slowly extended her foot towards my penis, making contact little by little. I taught Ting how to perform footjob on me, and watching her clumsily do it made me feel really good. This feeling of self-discovery was different from the girls who did footjobs at those foot massage parlors. Ting's little feet gripped my penis and moved up and down. "I'll use my hand! It's too tiring," Ting said, getting tired after a while, and got up to masturbate me with her hand. When I was about to ejaculate, I had Ting grip my penis with her feet again, and I ejaculated soon after. Looking at the top and toes of Ting's feet, covered with my semen, I was satisfied. Before leaving, Ting and I had another French kiss, but when Ting wanted to take off her stockings, I stopped her. "You silly girl, if you change your stockings, people outside will be suspicious." Actually, I said this because I was afraid that Sister Ping, who had performed footjobs for me, would be suspicious, and that would be difficult to handle. Ting could only take a tissue and wipe the semen off her feet briefly, and then put on her shoes. Before leaving, I asked for Ting's phone number so we could contact each other later. Just before I left, Sister Ping looked at me and asked, "Was it comfortable?" Actually, Sister Ping says this to every departing guest, but it sounded different to me. After I got home, I texted Ting. She told me she hadn't changed her socks, and her feet, still wet with semen, felt sticky inside her shoes. After that, I called and texted Ting frequently. Ting told me that Sister Ping had been very strict after that incident, and when I made another request, she told me to wait for an opportunity.A month later, Ting told me that Sister Ping had taken her annual leave and asked me to come over in the middle of the night. This time, I brought a condom. In a private room on the third floor, Ting and I had sex. I even invited Ting out for wild, open sex. Near the end of the year, Ting found a boyfriend and quit. I then used the same method to win over Yue, the only difference being that I slept with Yue the first time… This is my experience with Ting, a technician at a legitimate foot massage parlor. In short, as long as you identify your target and make a simple test, you can get things done. However, it depends on the person; building mutual trust is paramount. Have you ever failed? Actually, yes. I later tried the same method elsewhere but failed. Fortunately, that technician didn't tell anyone…

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