Another kind of massage
It was my first time visiting a massage parlor. I had never been a fan of the idea. I’m generally not confident enough to bare my body in front of strangers, let alone be touched by them. My partner recommended this place to me after I started having back problems. She thought it was stress related and this place would definitely help. I reluctantly decided to give it a shot after she booked me a date.
On the day of the massage, I was a bundle of nerves. I didn’t know what was going to happen and I didn’t want to feel too exposed. I kept thinking about it and found myself in an anxious frenzy. I tried to cancel the massage at the last minute, but my partner said I was being ridiculous and exaggerating. The truth was, I had no desire to undress in front of anyone, much less desire to have hands all over me.
On the way there, I kept checking the details of what I should expect. Should I be empty? Should I tell him what I want to do? Where would he massage? Exasperated, she tried to calm me down by saying that I just have to do what she tells me to do, keep my hands by my side at all times and not be stupid. As we got out of the car at the venue, she added:
– If you have the opportunity to take a shower, do it. It’s worth it!
I gave her a quizzical look at this slightly odd final comment and then watched her leave.
With her advice ringing in my ears, I headed out the front door. The building had a typical health club appearance. Clean and simple with a slight clinical feel. I went to the office and was led down a side corridor to a door.
I was told that the therapist would join me in the room in 10 minutes and that I should undress, cover myself with a towel and relax until she arrived. At this point, my heart was pounding with anxiety. I nodded and entered. The room was very clean and simple. There was a space on the floor where a mat and a towel were placed. Clearly, where I was supposed to lay down. Simple music played in the background and low level lighting set the mood with some lighted candles. The room was meant to feel soothing, however, I felt nothing of the sort. I took off my shoes and sat on a small wooden bench at the edge of the room.
At this moment, the masseuse entered. She was thin, in her mid-thirties, and attractive. He wore a simple uniform. A short dress. Not the most practical outfit as there was no massage table and he had to work on the floor. She didn’t smile and her attitude was tough from the start.
– You are not ready, she said. Please be quick and undress. I don’t want to be left behind.
I felt rejected, which did nothing for my nerves. I took off my t-shirt and placed it on the bench as she turned her back preparing her gear. Hoping he would go away, I started unbuttoning my jeans. I took them down, folded them and put them on the bench. I turned around, getting ready to go lie down, and saw him looking at me
– Everything, please, she said with exasperation.
My wife’s words echoed in my head. Do as you are told. I turned and heard her busy again. I pulled down my pants and in my anxious state my cock tightened. My fear of being exposed and humiliated made him smaller by the second.
I looked around and saw that she was facing away. I quickly threw myself on the floor and lay down. I grabbed a towel and threw it over my exposed rear. I put my hands under my head and waited.
None of this felt relaxing. I felt terribly exposed and vulnerable, and by now I felt like he wanted to get in trouble for misbehavior. After a few minutes of laying there, she came and knelt down next to me.
– Hands by your side, she ordered.
I moved my arms down so that my hands were on my hips. I felt the towel lift slightly and my heart jumped into my throat. He adjusted the towel so that it covered my bottom well.
– You booked a massage session today. Lie completely still and only move when I tell you to.
Nothing in her tone was reassuring. It was abrupt and to the point. I closed my eyes and hoped it would all be over soon.
She started by applying oil to my calves and working firmly. I started to relax as I got used to the feeling, listening to music and starting to relax. She slowly moved up my legs, reaching the top of my thighs, and intermittently, I felt her fingers just below the bottom of the towel. Every time I tensed up. He then moved to my lower back and worked in fresh oil.
When she was halfway there, she paused. The next thing I know, she had bent her leg and was now laying on my back. Her calves were holding my hands at my sides.
I was totally confused. Was this normal? She continued the massage on my back and shoulders. I could feel her thighs on my body and even her underwear touching my skin. This didn’t seem normal, but I felt totally helpless. I lay there stiff as a board, just wanting the ordeal to be over.
Then he turned around and started working the lower back. He was now facing my feet. She placed her hands further down my spine and again her fingers lightly invaded my toweled area, each time going down over my ass. She avoided my crack but her hands started to disappear under the towel. Her fingers pushing hard into my buttocks.
After a few minutes of tension, he swung his leg over and off me and was back on his knees next to where I lay. She held up the towel and said “on your back”. I froze. He didn’t know how much he would be able to see. The thought of him looking down at my small cock filled me with dread.
– Now, she ordered.
I turned and saw her eyes looking at him. She didn’t react and put the towel back over my shame.
It started again at my ankles and worked its way up. My anxiety was rising. Will she follow the same pattern? I told myself to keep my eyes closed.
She reached my thighs and again her fingers slid gently under the towel. Her fingers trailed down my inner thigh and down to my hips. At this moment, I felt the first blow. This was the last thing I needed to lower my anxiety level. She repeated the action and each time I felt the penis start to move. The small towel was enough to hold him down, but the movement was starting.
Before he could fully wake up, her hands were removed and she adjusted the towel back into the correct position.
With my eyes firmly closed, I felt his leg sway. Again my hands were trapped. I could tell he was facing my head. He greased his hands and started working my chest. Forcing myself not to look, I readied myself as she moved her massage to my chest. She moved her legs up my body and again I became very aware of her legs so close to me. My eyes opened involuntarily. Seeing another lady riding me sent a shock wave of nerves and guilt through my system. The moment my eyes were open I saw her legs on either side and the fit of her dress. My eyes met hers. I closed them instantly.
I felt her rise slightly and remove her hands. Finally, this was coming to an end. She didn’t move though. I felt her hand move close to where my chest and her groin area met and then the warm liquid touched my skin. This didn’t feel the same as the oil he had been using. This felt thinner. He started massaging around my shoulders again. I was a stranger to what was happening now.
She stood up and turned to face the other way. He sat on my chest, used the original lotion again to start working on my abdomen. I was sure it had to be over soon and hoped that at least this time she would avoid my covered area. After a minute on my stomach, I lifted an eyelid. I closed my eyes instantly scared. The view I had now was behind her. The dress had lifted and I could see the gray underwear she was wearing. It looked like a man’s briefs.
He was starting to move his hands down under the towel on the outsides of my legs. I opened my eyes again. As she leaned forward to go down on my thigh, I could see the leg area and the gray fabric covering it. She looked wet with the lotion she had put on me.
Her fingers began to close, moving from my outer thigh to the inside with each stroke. The towel was positioned so that my legs were exposed and all that was covered was my still semi-erect cock. He moved his hands so that his thumbs came down as close to my groin as possible without touching them. My penis was growing to its small size.
At that moment, her head turned and met my gaze. I closed my eyes instantly meeting his gaze. She had stopped and, still leaning forward, stood up. Finally, it’s all over. My eyes opened, she was bent forward, I watched as her hand pulled her wet gray underwear aside. Again I froze but kept my eyes open. Amazed, I then watched as she released a small trickle of urine onto my chest before letting her underwear fall back down onto the wet spot.
– Can we stop now please?
It was all I could say in such a situation.
– No, we’ll finish. Or you want me to tell your wife about your pathetic erection.
Her hands started massaging my thighs again. This time he started moving up my body. Each time she would spread her legs back across my chest and her rear would close into me. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but out of fear they kept opening. Although I felt terrorized, I could still feel my hard cock hidden only by the towel.
She had massaged me almost all the way and I felt it must be over soon. He had nowhere to turn. Now she was sitting on my chest. She knelt down and moved further away.
He reached down my body to my thighs and the edge of the towel. In one long stroke, he moved his hands up over my abdomen and to my chest. As she did this, she moved her backside towards my face.
I instinctively moved my head. He turned and grabbed my face, turning it back onto its feet. Again she went down to my thighs and then came back up. Her groin area then came down on my face. The fabric pushed up my nose and mouth. I could smell it on my underwear. He held it there and then repeated the whole motion a few times. She was now positioned so that every time she reached my chest she was placed on my face, pushing herself against me.
Again he leaned forward and I took this opportunity to try to protest.
– Can we finish please? This is not normal or right. You are not allowed to do that. Your underwear is dirty!
Those seemed to be the magic words. He got up and went down. I felt ready to run out the door. With or without clothes.
Unfortunately, that was the end. She caught her fingers in her underwear and threw it at my face. My hand moved to push it aside.
– Don’t you dare, ungrateful little man.
I saw her dress come off leaving her naked.
As she knelt on my back over my stomach she said,
– This time facing me. You pretend you don’t want it, but your little cock is now hard. What would your wife say? You will finish this and do exactly as you are told.
She squatted up so she was crouching on top of me. Using her fingers to part her lips, she aimed and dripped, then sprayed a stream onto my abdomen.
– Now, which way do you want me to go? Up or down? she asked mockingly.
– I just want you to stop and leave me alone.
My protest was ignored and he moved up so he was over my chest. Crouching over me again, she stretched out so she could send another stream of hot, stinging fluid onto my chest.
– I do not want this. please let me go
– So you want me to go down, right? she, he asked.
She moved down so she was kneeling over my thighs and my only covered area was in front of her. She put her hand over it.
– You feel some part of you enjoying this dirty little man.
He took the towel and took it off. Tossing it to the side and leaving his cock uncovered and pointing at me.
– That’s it?
She grabbed his shaft and slipped it between her hand several times.
She moved so her still wet vulva was on top of him. But it barely touched him. He moved it so that the head was over his lips. Then he raised his hips and sent another stream of urine. Covering my cock in her warm liquid.
– This is disgusting, I protested.
– No, you’re disgusting.Pretending that you don’t enjoy it while your little one is getting up. Look at him. So pathetic.
She moved on my body and positioned her knees next to my head and sat so that her bottom was on my chest.
You are ready then. He rose to his knees, bringing his hips and groin over my face. Lowering his lips on mine. Moving like that she smothered me under her wet pussy. She moved to make sure everything was covered while I was paralyzed.
Then he stood up. Crouching over my chest, she opened her lips again. I turned my head to one side. Quick as lightning, she was on me. Turning my head back. He crouched down again and parted his lips. For a moment nothing happened. Then a stream licked my chest. She stopped and, moving her hips closer to me, sent another splash, this time to my face. The shock instinctively hit me and my hand, rose from my side and wrapped around my cock hard. Her flow had already stopped and she let herself down on my face again. Forcing her dripping hair onto my lips and nose.
– Did you like this? she, he asked.
– No, I answered gently. Tasting it as we spoke.
– Then why did you move your hands? You were told to keep them close to you.
She stood up and turned so that her bottom was facing my face. She pushed him back towards me as she leaned forward as far as she could, catching my wrists at my side. her anusull was right next to my face and she leaned back and pushed it into me. Moving her hips to wipe her pussy and ass all over my face.
Dropping her wrists by my side and getting on all fours, she positioned herself so that she was open and her pussy rested over my face. Parting her lips, she let first one drop, then another, then the full force of her urine onto my face and chest. Completely emptying his bladder on me. When it was empty, it pushed back onto my face.
I felt the humiliation flowing through me and thought it couldn’t get any worse. She then said.
– Stick out your tongue.
I tentatively opened my mouth, my tongue slowly extended and she pushed against me. First with her wet pussy. Then moving so that her hole was on my mouth. Under the spell of her authority, I licked her. I moved my tongue back and forth until she moaned. Using her hips to guide me where she wanted me. Soon she was moaning deeper and as she achieved the orgasm she wanted, she forced herself onto my face again, choking me.
– Can I go now? I asked as she stood up.
– Not yet. Lie on your face and I’ll finish your massage.
I started to protest but she quickly ordered me again.
I lay back on my front and at least I could hide my erect and throbbing cock.
He dripped oil on my ass and started putting it over my butt. All the while insulting, belittling and ordering me around.
She pushed my legs further as I lay there in her leg. He put the oil between my legs and around my ass. Then slowly pushing a finger into it. Adding more oil, he started entering me.
– Get on your hands and knees, she ordered. Push that little ass up.
He gripped my cock hard between my legs, adding:
– I don’t really have anything to hold on to.
He started teasing my hole again with his finger. Pushing it deeper. Then I felt a new feeling. It was bigger than her finger. Very slowly, the new object was pushed into me. Adding more oil and sliding it back and forth pushed it further and further inside.
Finally, it penetrated all the way. She pushed him back and forth with her hand.
Standing up again, he brought himself in front of me. Lying on her back with her knees up, she displayed her pussy. She moved forward and using her hands pushed my face onto her. I opened my mouth and started licking her again. Using her foot, she pushed against my ass hole, each time pushing the object deeper.
In no time I was ready to ejaculate and as I arched my back I heard her orgasm. With the last thrusts, we both ejaculated. Resting on her back, she moved away. He picked up his clothes and headed for the door. I asked:
– Can I at least take a shower?
He turned and looked at me one last time and said:
– I’m very sorry, sir, but we don’t have a shower here.
And with that, she left.
