My story with a massage therapist

The story takes place one late summer evening in 2013. After work, my colleagues and I went out for dinner. We drank a bit too much, and when we parted, I felt a little dizzy. There's a saying, I don't know if it's a proverb or not, "When you're full, you think of lust," which best describes my mood at the time. On my way home, I passed by a sauna and bathhouse that I rarely went to, and my feet just wouldn't
listen, so I went in. This bathhouse didn't offer full service, at most ST and BT. I chose ST, which I usually choose (I don't know if you guys understand what this abbreviation means, if you don't, just message me and ask, hehe). It was a weekend, and it was quite crowded. After I finished showering and changed into a disposable massage outfit, the manager told me to wait a bit because the masseuses were all on duty. So I sat on the long sofa in the lobby, smoking and reading novels on my phone on a sex forum. After waiting for about half an hour, the manager came over and said a technician was available. He then led me to a room, and a few minutes later, a technician knocked and came in. "Good evening, sir. I'm technician number xx. May I serve you?" I looked up at the technician. Her skin was a bit dark, but her figure and appearance were quite good. She was about 1.6 meters tall, and her super short work skirt made her buttocks look round and full. Her bust size was probably around 34B, so I'd give her an 85 out of 100. I said, "Okay, you're the one."
While enjoying the massage, I chatted with the technician. It turned out she was from Guangxi, which explained her dark skin. She told me her name was Xiaotong, born in 1989, and she hadn't been working here long. She used to work in a factory, and a friend who used to work with her in the factory had come to work at this sauna. I mentioned it to her when we went out for dinner once, and after hesitating for a while, she came too. She was still adjusting and kept asking me how the massage was, whether it was strong enough, as if she was afraid I would complain if I was unhappy. She was such a cute girl.
The first 90-minute session passed slowly as we chatted. I felt we got along quite well, and when the phone rang at the end of the session, I told her I was reluctant to leave. Unexpectedly, she also told me she didn't want me to leave and wanted to continue chatting, as if we had endless things to talk about (I think it was because I had been quite honest during the first session, which won her favor). So I added another session, and she happily hugged me. Then she continued to massage me. Perhaps because of the alcohol, I was bolder than usual, gently stroking her calves with my hands.
"It tickles," she said.
I teased her, saying, "Where does it itch? Let me scratch it for you."
"You're so naughty, brother!"
"Women love bad boys, right? To find someone to love me, I have to be bad," she said, feigning a wronged expression. Then I told her a few risqué jokes, making her laugh until she leaned against my stomach. Her breasts were pressing against my penis, jiggling, which immediately made me stand at attention. Her face turned red, and she looked more and more adorable. I couldn't help but sit up and pull her into my arms. "You smell so good, so lovely," I said. She lowered her head shyly and didn't say anything. I pressed my lips to her face and kissed her lightly. When I took her earlobe in my mouth, I could clearly feel her body trembling. I thought to myself, "What a sensitive girl." I slowly moved my lips to hers. At first, she resisted a little, only allowing me to kiss her lightly. At this point, my hands started to get busy. My right hand, through her thin work clothes and underwear, kneaded her breasts, while my left hand gently stroked her earlobe and cheek. Her body began to react, squirming in my arms. Taking advantage of her involuntary "ah" sound, I immediately slipped my tongue into her mouth, entwining it with her sweet tongue. My penis grew harder and harder, pressing against her vulva through her black lace panties, rubbing incessantly. I felt... Her body reacted more and more intensely, her mouth moving between deep kisses and indistinct moans of "ah, um..." as she held me tighter and tighter. My hands slipped under her clothes, caressing her smooth body, while I carefully unhooked her bra, watching her expression. Seeing that she didn't resist, I slowly pulled her top up until her upper body was completely naked in front of me. I swallowed hard. Her breasts weren't as big as I had initially thought, but they were beautifully shaped, with small, light-colored nipples. I was instantly mesmerized.
"What are you looking at?" she asked softly when I didn't move.
"Xiaotong, your breasts are so beautiful. I really want to kiss them, is that okay?"
She didn't answer, just lowered her head shyly. Seeing her tacit agreement, I immediately moved my lips to her breasts and began to kiss them passionately.
"Ah... Brother, be gentle, it's so itchy... so comfortable...!"
Hearing her cries, my penis thrust even harder and more intensely below. She also began to get aroused, and took the initiative to help me take off my shirt. Her hands roamed all over my body, and I guided her hand to touch my penis through my shorts.
"It's so hard, brother."
"If it weren't hard by now, I would be scared."
She smiled without saying a word, and used her small hand to stroke it. My right hand slowly slid down the edge of her underwear from behind, constantly kneading her pert buttocks, and occasionally sliding past her anus.
"Ah... Brother, I can't take it anymore, you're making me feel so uncomfortable, ah..."
I pulled her panties down a little, and she covered herself with her hand. I gently bit her left nipple, and she immediately buried her head in her breast. I took the opportunity to lift her up a bit and pull her panties down to her knees, admiring her pubic area. There wasn't much pubic hair, but it was already covered with a little glistening stuff. It seemed she really couldn't take it anymore. I stroked the pubic hair, slowly moving downwards.
"Little sister, you're so wet!"
"You're so naughty! Naughty brother!" She laughed and gently bit my shoulder.
I picked her up and placed her on the bed, giving her a deep kiss. Then, I kissed my way down her neck, shoulders, breasts, and lower abdomen. By this time, her panties were completely off. When I kissed the sides of her thighs, her body began to tremble slightly. Her labia were small and pale, suggesting she didn't have much sex. Her clitoris was erect with excitement. I smelled it; there was no odor. I couldn't resist licking it with my tongue. Her legs immediately clamped my head together. I told her to relax and then began licking her labia.
"Ah, so good, brother, ah..."
"Brother! Ah...! I can't take it anymore, brother...!"
She suddenly sat up, made me lie down, got out of bed naked, locked the door, and covered the small window with a towel. These actions excited me even more. Back on the bed, she lifted my buttocks and helped me take off my shorts, finally exposing my penis to her. "Brother, your penis is so cute, the head is even pink!" (Let me clarify, I don't know why. I'm thirty-five this year, and although I've cheated on my wife very few times, my relationship with her is stable, and we've made love quite often. I just don't understand why the head is still pink. I don't know if it's good or bad, but I haven't felt anything abnormal about it so far.) After saying that, she lowered her head and kissed my penis.
"Little sister, you're teasing your brother, but you can't just kiss him once."
"Brother, I've never had a deep kiss with a customer while working here, let alone kissed there. You should be satisfied, hehe."
While talking, she sat to my left and continued to stroke me with both hands. I didn't force her; I knew that forcing things wouldn't bring happiness (although I really wanted to, hehe). I wasn't idle either. I started working on her, lifting her up and making her lie face down on me. I kissed her clitoris while my fingers hovered near her vaginal opening. Suddenly, I felt my penis enter a warm, moist place. It turned out she found my penis increasingly adorable and couldn't resist taking it into her mouth. This felt amazing; I almost couldn't hold back. So, my mouth launched a fierce attack on her vagina, kissing, licking, sucking, and using every trick in the book. My fingers also explored her private parts. Before long, her vagina couldn't take it anymore and... She climbed up on top of me, and sat down on my penis. It was so tight (I later learned from her that she hadn't had sex with any other man since breaking up with her boyfriend six months ago). Luckily, we had done a good amount of foreplay, and her vagina was quite lubricated. After she sat down, she rested for a while and then slowly started moving up and down. I looked up, watching the intimate union of my penis and her vagina, while playing with her breasts. After a few minutes, she said she was tired and wanted me to take over. I sat up, put my arm around her waist, got off the bed, stood on the edge of the bed, and started my fierce assault on her hips.
"Ah, um, good brother, ah, ah, um..."
Hearing her moving yet suppressed moans (afraid of being heard by the neighbors or outside if I was too loud), I sped up even more. Maybe it was because I had been drinking, but I was surprised by my own performance that day. I did it in this position for a full ten minutes without feeling like I was going to ejaculate. Then I had her kneel on the bed and continued to thrust into her from behind. Later, we switched to the normal missionary position, and I kissed her deeply while thrusting.
"Mmm, ah, mmm... Good brother, I can't take it anymore, mmm..." she mumbled incoherently, her hands scratching at my back.
"Mmm, ah, ah... Good brother, good husband, I'm coming, ah..."
I felt a sudden warmth inside her, and a gush of vaginal fluid shot out. She had actually orgasmed. I felt it too, so I increased the speed and force of my thrusts. After she called me "good husband" a few more times, my semen finally gushed out, all of it shooting inside (I originally wanted to pull out to ejaculate, but she wouldn't let me, using her legs to clamp me so I could ejaculate inside; later she told me that these past few days were her safe period).
Then she carefully cleaned me up. After we finished cleaning and got dressed, seeing that it wasn't time yet, we cuddled and chatted on the bed, exchanging phone numbers until the clock struck midnight and the phone rang again, at which point we reluctantly left the room, embracing each other.
After that, I still contacted her intermittently, and each time I left only after eating my fill. Recently, due to the famous DG incident, there has been a nationwide crackdown. Although their bathhouse, which doesn't offer high-end services, wasn't greatly affected, I still felt that having sex in the massage room wasn't very safe, and there was a sense of oppression. So we discussed going out on a date when it's convenient, and having a good time together. I'm so looking forward to it, hehe ^_^!

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