Massage options in Bucharest
I have too many options… Ok, if you’ve read any of my other posts, you’ll see that I wrote about how I got hooked on massage parlors. I decided to fast forward to the present and explain my dilemma of the past six months. Again, these stories may not have the intricate details of other stories you may read. I convey my real experiences and while I briefly describe the masseuse’s appearance and body, I usually let your imagination fill in the blanks to your liking…
When my stories began, I was visiting Bucharest on business trips. I have lived here for five years now. While I’ve been to massage parlors in other cities, Bucharest holds the dubious title of being the center of illicit massage parlors. My problem is that I have three favorites and I can’t figure out which one is the best.
I wrote about my initial favorite in the story of my first erotic massage. Unfortunately, it is still closed. It was great because the visit followed a four step process. The first 10 minutes in a steam room. Then 10 minutes in a hot tub. You are naked during this time with a very attractive female companion taking care of you. This is followed by a table shower where they make sure to clean all the important parts. Then you get a short, often relatively meaningless massage. However, when you come back, they quickly put on a condom and take it off without any further negotiation for money. They also never insisted on big tips.
If you are educated about massage parlors, you expect the service they provide based on the details on their website. You should be able to read between the lines of the ads to understand what is actually being offered:
- Look at the hours of operation. If they stay open late, like 10 or later, you’ll at least have a happy ending. If they close at 6pm, there’s no chance.
- Look at the price. This last place was $180. This is high for a massage, even if you have a spa and steam room. If you pay that much, you’ll probably get full service.
- Also, if the price is too low, it could be a full service. One place I’ll detail here only costs $40 for a masseuse and $80 for a four-hand massage. This is very cheap. Places like this will usually charge extra money to get extra services. These places are dangerous, because once a nice, topless masseuse has your cock hard in her hand, you have very little leverage.
- There are other rules. For example, the services they offer usually tip their hand. If you shower at the table, you should at least get a handjob. Also, look at the neighborhood. You may get a handjob in an upscale neighborhood, but you usually won’t get full service.
Of course, the exception makes the rule. So I will explain to you my current dilemma in choosing my favorite local massage parlor. I’ll go in order of price.
The first place I’ll describe offers table showers and has the option of a four-hand massage. It also has a steam room. If you’ve read my other stories, you’ll also know that I love massages, but I’ve also learned to love being naked in the presence of these lovely masseuses. I’m also usually happy with a handjob, I rarely go places where they will have sex with me. I assumed this was a full service spa because of the price and services. Also, their website has photos of hot girls in their underwear (I’ve never seen them there though).
I went for the first time when I was very excited and wanted a full service spa. I was sure the $40 entrance fee meant they would negotiate for more. On my first visit I had the four hands massage. A very nice young masseuse and a bit curvier than I usually like but she had big breasts and I’m always a fan. I asked to use the sauna first. That’s how they showered me at the table before the massage, just because I would be sweating. They usually shower at the table at the end, but personally I like to do it at the beginning as an opportunity to be naked more time with the girls.
So the table shower was ok but they really took away from the good spots. I’m sitting there naked, on my back, and he doesn’t even wash my cock. Not even with a loofah. They even gave me the sprayer on the end so I could wash it myself. This was a surprise. But once we got back to the room, they massaged my back without covering me. The hotter girl was massaging my lower half and didn’t shy away from hitting me and rubbing my testicles from behind. When they came back I was expecting to get the cool stuff for more money – but it didn’t happen.
They covered my back, but in the most minimal way imaginable. A small towel covered only my penis and testicles. The towel was so small that the slightest movement caused it to fall. But they put it back together every time.
The girl with the big breasts remained at the top of the table. He has massaged me a few times since then and has some specific moves. She was taking both my arms and stretching them out. It would get right behind her and you found yourself grabbing her ass. He also massages your chest and upper belly and thrusts his breasts into your face during each stroke. Girls have to feel that right? There’s no way he’s touching her breasts in front without knowing, right?
She did this nonchalantly, as if she didn’t notice that my lips were trying to grab her nipples through her t-shirt (and bra) every time she passed.
So now is when I should probably explain myself a little more. I’m over 50 and have found that the reduction in natural testosterone makes intimacy a little difficult. Long story short, I took a blue pill before going in so I knew I wouldn’t have any performance issues. I was expecting 3 directions…
She practically put my hands on her ass and I found myself gripping her firmly as I pulled her breasts through her shirt. I had a cute girl massaging my inner thighs very high. I started to get hard and make a tent out of the small towel covering my cock. It was going well until I took my hands off her bottom and grabbed her breasts.
At that point they quickly shut me down. They moved away from me and finished the massage. Then they picked up the hand towel covering my anger (giving me one more hope for at least a handjob) and left the room.
I was shocked it ended there. I grabbed the cock and blew my load in about 30 seconds into one of the towels they used. On the way out, I gave them each $20 and told them I was surprised there wasn’t a happy ending and pointed out that if there had been, the tip would have been much higher.
They laughed and said:
– No, no, just massage here.
Needless to say, I was very disappointed. However, for some reason I’ve been back at least 10 times since then… More on that later. Will follow…
- My second hotel massage story
We have been planning this return trip to Bucharest for several months. I wondered if I wanted to contact Amy, the woman who served me last time. She asked me to bring her some cosmetics.
She promised to pay me for the items, but I always thought we would work it out. She never gave me the exact name of the cosmetics she wanted, so I sent her a message. I reminded her of her request, then the floodgates opened. She was asking for clothes, shoes and cosmetics… My real plan was to tell her I was bringing the cosmetics and get her something sexy from Victoria’s Secret.
But then her texts and requests kept coming. All I needed was for my wife to see these texts. So, out of caution, I texted him and told him my trip was delayed. I said I would contact her when she was rescheduled. She replied that she was looking forward to it, then I deleted her number and blocked her.
I thought I would find another masseuse when I arrived in Bucharest. And I did it.
On my first night, a young woman named Susan stopped me on the street andm-a asked if I wanted a massage. She was much younger and prettier than Amy, and best of all, she worked alone – without a partner. I was too tired to do the massage that night but discussed the terms and rates with her. The rate was cheap, but I knew he was going to squeeze more money out of me once we got started.
I was too tired from the flight so I told her I would call her later in the week. She gave me her business card with her contact information.
Then I thought I’d engage her in conversation.
I asked:
Me – How long is the massage?
Susan – An hour
Me – How do you do it? Empty?
Susan – No, Topless.
Me – Can you undress?
Susan – Yes, but for more money…
Me – Would you include a blowjob at the end? (I’m never that direct, but I figured if I don’t risk, I don’t win.)
Susan – She responded by laughing and using her hand to pretend to masturbate me.
Me – I smiled and said, “No Susan, I want you to use your mouth” And I took my index finger and gently touched the edge of her beautiful smile.
Susan – Feigned surprise and said, “My mouth?”
Me – “Yes. I want a blowjob, not a handjob.
Susan – “Okay, come on.”
Me – “I’m too tired tonight, how about later this week.”
Susan – “Ok, call me when you’re ready.”
So on my last night in Bucharest I called her. It was right in front of my hotel. At first she said I had to come down to escort her inside. I was agitated about it. I had three co-workers in the building, along with my boss.
As I was getting ready to leave the room, she knocked on the door. I assume he evaded security.
He came in and started helping me undress. She left me in my boxers and then I started undressing her. This is where it started to backfire.
He started to say that he would be topless later, but I reminded him that we had decided to have a nude massage. He allowed me to take his shirt off. I think she thought I was coming for a hug when I undid her bra because she yelped in surprise when I took it off.
The bra had to be removed. It looked like it was from the 1950s. The opposite of sexy. But the breasts below – beautiful. She had at least a full C cup and they stood up proud. They were very full to touch with nice nipples.
I immediately let one hand caress the left breast while my mouth went to the right. She let me do this for about a minute, then let my underwear down so we could move on to the massage. I stopped her as she led me to the bed so I could take her pants off.
He was not in favor of me taking off his pants and nom-a let me take her panties off. I gave in and proceeded to massage her in just her granny panties.
I lay on my stomach in the middle of the bed. Before I went to bed, I positioned my hardened cock down between my legs. She thought it was funny, but I told her I wanted to make access as easy as possible.
She took care of it. With each long back massage, she grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times. It wasn’t long before I was completely hard. He spent about 10 minutes massaging my back. No massage oil so it could only be so good.
After 10 minutes it moved to my legs and my ass. She was pretty good here and she took my cock whenever she was around and played with my anus a bit. Overall the massage wasn’t terrible.
So we are 20 minutes into the massage and she asked me to turn on my back. All her attention made me go as hard as I could and stand up straight. I was afraid we’d be done in five minutes, so I started procrastinating to make sure it was worth it.
I continued to stand up, then knelt in front of her. Then I had full access to her breasts and let my hands go under her panties, on her ass. She sat back in surprise and I walked forward and positioned myself between her legs.
I had no intention of taking it out on him, but who knows where this was going. I started to grab her by the sides of her panties and start pulling them down. At this point I noticed she had a series of black and blue bruises on her thighs. I decided that at that point she would stay in her panties, I didn’t need her to accuse me of rape.
I backed off a bit and reminded him that I agreed to a blowjob, not a handjob. She starts to play the fool with me, but I said in a calm voice:
– No, Susan, you promised to use your mouth, not your hands, that’s what I paid for.
He finally understands and positions himself next to me to get into position for a blowjob. It starts very tentatively. He has a hand on the base of my cock and caresses me while he has his head in his mouth. This is a blowjob from someone who doesn’t want to give a blowjob.
I’m usually pretty submissive and don’t push myself too much when I get an erotic massage. Usually, if I hold my cock hard, they’re in control.
But this time I tried to play differently. I let her continue her mediocre blowjob for a few minutes. Then I started to guide his head a little. I don’t think I was that strong, but I started trying to move his head lower. Suddenly she jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet like she was going to throw up because I pushed myself up her throat. That was theater. I’m of Irish descent, I wish I was old enough to do what she was complaining about.
I followed her and continued to speak to her in a calm voice.
– Come on Susan, you know how to give a blowjob, that’s what you agreed to and that’s what I paid for.
She finally got up and agreed to continue. But first he wanted me to take a shower. Trust me, it wasn’t necessary, I took a shower before I called her.
But I was glad to get in the shower. I tried to convince her to come in with me but she didn’t want to take off her panties. So I stood there behind the clear glass and showered while she watched. Little did she know that this is exactly what I like about these situations. She was mostly naked and watched me while I showered and made sure to stroke my cock hard for her. I had to make sure it was clean after all.
When I was done I had her dry me off with a towel and then we went back to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my insistence directed in her direction. I made her come to me and guided her to kneel between my legs to get into a blowjob position.
She resigned herself to the blowjob and knelt in front of me. I let her do all the work. I didn’t want to push her limits and force my cock deeper into her mouth. He was generally doing much better than before. I continued like this for about five minutes and was about to finish when all of a sudden she jumped up again and ran to the bathroom as if I had pressed the automatic vomit button in the back of her throat.
I knew that was just more dramatic, so I went with it. I held her hair back while she pretended to throw up. I also sat there recovering from almost ejaculating.
I continued to speak calmly to her, telling her:
– Come on Susan, you promised a blowjob and I paid you extra for it.
Then I pushed the limits and pulled down her panties and started rubbing my cock between her buttocks and between her thighs, under her pussy. This was actually very pleasant, but she stopped me after a few minutes and led me back to bed.
At this point, I knew a good blowjob wasn’t on the menu. I lay back and let her start giving me a handjob. Then an idea came to me. She was standing by the head of the bed and could easily reach and caress my cock. I was getting close, but I wanted to push her beyond her limits. After all, she promised a blowjob and I paid her the extra money she took from me.
So I let her go lower, caressing my cock. I got up on my knees. Then I leaned in so I was hovering over her. She slid back a little and continued to stroke me. I was now about to ejaculate and pointing my cock straight at her face. I thought I might feel like I wasn’t robbed if I could ejaculate on her face or breasts.
She continued stroking, glad she was no longer giving a blowjob. Then it was obvious I was getting close. He realized he was in the line of fire. I saw her reach out and pull a towel closer to her. She held it next to her, waiting until I was ready to finish.
I let her continue stroking while I held my cock towards her face. I had finally reached my limit and was about to explode. She took the towel and moved it towards my cock, hoping to catch my load. She didn’t expect me to try to prevent it, so she was casual.
I reached for the towel and pulled it off. She was surprised and started to protest when my load hit her right in the nose. She closed her mouth and stopped complaining and absorbed the blow. I fired two shots into her face, then aimed the last two shots at her breasts. She didn’t like me getting her breasts dirty, but it was better than her face.
She wasn’t happy but glad I didn’t cum in her mouth. She got up and cleaned herself and then started lobbying me to call her again the next time I come to Bucharest.
I thought it would be best to get her out of my room. I stood blankly pacing the room while she cleaned and dressed. She tried to get me to log in with her Facebook, but I kept saying:
– Susan, why would I do this when you didn’t keep your promises?
Finally she put her pants back on and sat on my lap, pushing her breasts in front of me. She kept lobbying me to get in touch with her.
I finally realized that the best course of action was to agree with her and get her out of my room.
