Excruciatingly erotic sensations
My previous forays into massage consisted of trying to balance my need to get a deep tissue massage to release all the muscle tension associated with sports and my experimentation with erotic massage. Being in the city, location was also a consideration. I was often trying to make an appointment at the end of the work day and didn’t want to fight city traffic on the way to a relaxing massage. The bumper-to-bumper traffic was more apt to add even more strain on the shoulders. Not the best way to get a massage appointment.
If I could find the combination of a girl who had the ability to release muscles along with an erotic touch, it would be like a dream come true.
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Ming advertised traditional Chinese therapeutic massage, acupressure and cupping. The location was close to my work and although English was not her first language, our conversation on the phone led me to believe that she knows how to do deep tissue massage. I checked the ad but found no reviews for her services online on the erotic massage forum. The advertised price also suggested that this was a traditional massage, nothing more.
It was okay. My usual forays into sporting activities caused me a lot of muscle pain. Almost every massage treatment I’ve had has been beneficial in some way. I booked a meeting at four in the evening with Ming. Relaxing and decompressing from the work week meant that Friday was my favorite day for a massage
I made a few turns around the block to find parking, but I was still on time. It was a two-story residential house. A well-maintained yard, but nothing special. Without a bell, I bypassed the knocker combination of the cast iron door and simply knocked on the wooden side of the front door.
Ming was a pleasant looking Chinese lady. She didn’t wear much makeup, but her oval face had a perfect complexion. I estimated him to be about forty years old. She had good eyes and was dressed in a conservative dress with cream colored trousers. I suspected that he might have been one of those types of people who practice traditional medicine. This was reinforced when he let me in. An elderly gentleman was just finishing a cup of Chinese herbal tea and was thanking Ming for the treatment.
This should be interesting, I thought. A completely straightforward traditional Chinese massage. I remembered to check the ceiling for handles. I didn’t want her or anyone else going behind my back.
The shelves in the room contained several arranged Feng Shui objects and good luck charms. The walls in the treatment room were decorated with Acupressure and Acupuncture anatomy diagrams. I smiled as I looked at the graphically represented points of interest marked on the male genitalia. I was wondering if anyone has actually done this? Maybe I should put it on my to-do list.
Ming said:
– Undress and leave everything here.
Then he pointed to a wooden chair in the corner.
– Sure.
Ming left the room. It wasn’t the first time I was naked for a massage. It wasn’t until I went to lay down on the table that I noticed there was nothing to cover. No sheet, no towel, nothing!
Temperature-wise, the incense-scented room was comfortable. Oh good. I think I could find out if he forgot to give me a towel or not. I didn’t want to be caught naked with a semi-erect penis, so I wasted no more time looking for something to cover myself with. I stood up on the table and crawled until my face was in the hole in the table. Eroticism wasn’t far from my mind either, so I decided to push my member down between my thighs and test for potential opportunities. I consciously didn’t spread my legs and expose myself, but my cock was there in case Ming was sensual to her touch.
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– Snake?
Ming’s knocking was barely audible.
– Uh-huh, da.
My voice, as usual, was muffled by the massage table.
Almost silently, he moved around the room. My ears were alert, trying to pick up the sounds of anything she was doing. Other than a few light clicks, I heard nothing. I also waited for the application of a drape.
There was none. Okay, that was going to be interesting especially when I got back.
With anticipatory Chinese Acupressure mannerisms, Ming moved his small hands over my back, deftly identifying tight muscles.
– Do you do sports?
– Oh, yes, I lift weights and exercise.
– You look very good.
Firmly, Ming moved his hands over my lower back, then to my buttocks, giving my buttocks a good kneading squeeze. It felt like a tease.
The touch was the awakening of the penis. Intuitively I knew this would be a good massage. I didn’t know how well, but my senses were tingling.
– Thank you.
Gently, her hands traced symmetrically down the backs of my legs, from thighs to ankles. Pressing his thumbs into my legs, Ming released some of the tension there without making me flinch too much before kneading my calf muscles. It wasn’t like the typical deep tissue massage that causes pain. Instead, she put pressure in different places. Something rings true about traditional Acupressure massage. Ming knew the precise points to trigger the release of tension in many of the muscles.
The tightness quickly melted into the lower legs. I didn’t expect what happened next. Authoritatively, Ming pushed my ankles. He felt as if he was very far away from them. In reality, they were probably pretty close together, but my legs were no longer supported by the table.
Well, the gear is on display now! I thought.
Ming combined the pressure points with an unusual clattering motion with her hands. Each hand movement ended with a snap of the wrist. I’m not sure if it was a traditional massage or just Ming’s style, but I enjoyed it.
Reaching the top of my inner thighs, her fingertips just touched the exposed part of my scrotum.
– Ohhhh, I let out a sigh of approval.
I was hoping for more of this touch. A lot more.
Ming let me down and went back to the back massage.
– Do you want to try the cups?
Ming’s voice was inviting at her question.
– Yes, I’ll try. I leaned in to see the oddly shaped glass cups. They had a bulbous end and a narrow neck. Ming applied steam or something that vaporized inside the clear glass.
Placing my face back down, I waited for the sensation of the cups being applied.
The heated rims of each glass were placed on the back and slid into place. Without seeing, I can’t tell, but it felt like at least eight to ten cups were placed on my upper and mid back. To be honest apart from the placement of the cups, I didn’t feel anything while they were on my back.
Enhancing my body with her massaging skills, Ming gently used her fingertips on my back, going lower until she reached my ass. Sensually, he circled the two orbs. My penis throbbed to a cylinder of flesh pressing into the massage mat. She spun and spun until finally it was time to remove the cups.
The feather-like touch of her hands was resumed along my back, again moving lower and lower until she touched my buttocks again. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was. Her hands stopped, one pressing on my buttock muscles and one on my shoulder blades.
– You are a strong man.
Holding her hands in constant pressure, she complimented me again.
– Thank you.
Just as I answered, Ming’s hand slid down the middle of my buttocks to my testicles.
I gasped pleasantly “Ohh” again. I couldn’t believe it when he captured and lifted my testicles into his fingers.
– Very strong.
Ming’s voice was complimentary, but I sensed a question or something in her voice.
– It’s good? she asked.
I didn’t know what he was asking, but I agreed anyway.
– It’s good, yes.
Ming removed his hands, then walked to the table.
– Stone, hot stone.
I lifted up and craned my neck to see her playing with dark black stones about the size of a scrambled egg next to what I assumed was a heating device. It looked more like a small pot.
Each of the stones was very warm as she touched my back, turning me slowly before placing them in a single row along my spine.
Like a tropical sun, heat radiated deep from the row of hot stones. It was my first experience with this and I loved the relaxing effect.
– Good? Ming asked my opinion as he picked up more stones.
– OK.
I relaxed my breathing.
Ming placed the next two stones, one each on my buttocks. They felt like larger, heavier stones and radiated heat even deeper. “Wow!” It was also more exciting than the rocks on my back. Almost like teasing again.
With two oval-shaped stones, she made large ellipses on the backs of my thighs before balancing one on the backs of each of my legs. This, together with the stones on the buttocks, amplified the erotic feelings. Within seconds, one of the stones slipped and fell between my legs, sliding over my testicles.
– Oh.
It was a very unusual sensation.
Ming chuckled and lifted the stone from my testicles, placing it back on my hamstring.
– Slipped.
Two more stones on each of the calf muscles and I assumed I was covered. I heard Ming say something indiscernible.
– I did not understand what you said. I dare not move my head with all the stones balanced on my body.
– This is for a strong, healthy man.
Then I felt it. Insanely deep and sudden erotic heat from a rock that was pressed behind my testicles. It must have been an oddly shaped stone to stay in place.
– Oh, hell!
My exclamation was sincere, the stone felt hotter than the others. Maybe because it was in a more sensitive area, or maybe it was warmer. I tried my best not to go back.
– Wow.
My penis expanded into a quick, ultra-hard erection. Still facing down at my feet, I wondered how the hot stone didn’t dislodge from my testicles. It was about to get even more shocking.
The heat of the long stones rested on either side of my already erect shaft as Ming placed them there, making me moan loudly. “Mmm.” I throbbed and felt like my penis was in a hot bath.
I’ll never forget when Ming held the last rock to the underside of my cock.
– Strong man.
She moves the stone in her hand very slowly up and down.
It felt like I was being massaged by a hot pussy. The stones were so smooth, almost slippery. With the movement of my body, one by one, the stones on my legs and bottom started to fall.
– Oh my gosh.
She wasn’t moving the rock fast enough, but I felt close. Almost like I could move more, or she would move the rock faster, closer to the head of my cock, so I could actually ejaculate.
Hot stone massage ejaculation would be a first
– Strong.
I knew what she was suggesting. That this type of massage was meant to help my virility. Whether it had a basis in fact or not, I didn’t care. It was difficult and refined at the same time.
Little by little, the stones cooled, but the stimulation did not diminish. I had this insatiable need to be stimulated. I’m sure my cock was hot enough to keep the rocks warm on its own.
I was momentarily disappointed as Ming removed the stone he was manipulating on my cock and collected the others. Finally, he removed the stones from my spine.
– Come back?
Both saying and requesting, Ming’s voice was inviting me back. What kind of magical torment will ensue? My cock was hard and hard, almost sick looking, as it landed on my leg as I turned onto my back.
Ming positioned a pillow under my head. Completely ignoring my heated cock, she began massaging my pectoral muscles.
– Very beautiful, she praised me.
Maybe her clients weren’t always fit.
– Very nice man.
– Thank you.
Although pressing deep into the muscles, her swirling hands were more sensual than therapeutic. Stretching my chin down to my raised nipples, each to the point where my cock trembled with each swipe of her small hand.
Ming wasn’t done there. Bringing two black stones together like a palm, she ovalized the stones into smaller concentric circles until they rested on my hardened nipples. The radiant heat penetrated so deeply into the muscles that it had the effect of making my chest the focal point of all sensation. Minutes of deep heat and heightened arousal made me crave this Chinese-influenced stimulation for more. Whether it was Ming’s own version or something about Shanghai Decadence, it didn’t matter. It had heightened my nipple awareness like no other woman.
The winter-like air greeted my nipples as it lifted the stones from my pectoral muscles. Of course it wasn’t cold, but there was such a stark contrast in temperatures. My little halos were bumpy and awake. My nipples stuck out like blunt pencil tips.
Ming returned from the table with two transparent, steaming, goblet-sized mugs. Knowing where they were destined, my cock rose from my pelvis like an awake snake eagerly anticipating their placement.
Moving the hot glass ring across my chest, he cupped my coin-sized halos and twisted the cups into an airtight seal. Slowly, the condensing steam sucked them into extruded, enlarged, pubescent-like swellings.
– Wow!
The sight of my nipples being enhanced like this was more exciting than the feeling. Deep down I had this urge to touch them. To experience it fully.
The cups didn’t stay on my chest for long. Having big breasts wasn’t my goal, so that was probably a good thing.
– Pleasant?
Grasping and lifting my testicles with one hand, her fingertips danced over my receding nipples until they became tender points.
– Very nice!
I rocked my pelvis to roll my testicles into Ming’s cupped hand and rolled my chest into her fingers. It was deliciously erotic.
Running her thumbs over the roundness of my testicles, she smiled.
– Strong.
I guessed he meant virile. I gasped “Ahh”. The pressure was just right.
Releasing them, he returned to the table.
Before he turned, my nostrils detected the scent of something akin to Tiger Balm.
Was he going to scald me with some scary hot salve now? I looked up with a worried expression.
– Pleasant, Ming promised touching my nipple with a finger.
An effervescent bubbling heat met my areola and hardened my nipple to a solid point.
– God, how nice!
Although it was aromatic, it didn’t burn. Luckily it wasn’t Tigre Balm! With her surrounding my nipple, I pushed my other nipple into her finger.
Smiling as if he had something up his sleeve, Ming brought the bottle of salve up to my middle.
– Oh shit!
Lifting my testicles, Ming applied the mixture to the most sensitive underside of my testicles. Fiery, soda-like stings emanated from the base of my scrotum.
– One moment.
My penis danced for attention. The radiant salve warmed my testicles as Ming washed his hands.
She walked over and ritualistically clapped her hands.
Unexpectedly, she started tickling the front of my testicles over my spermatic cords. I could feel my sperm factory waking up! The contrast between my ointment-warmed testicles and Ming’s fingertips massaging my vas deferens was otherworldly. This Chinese girl was playing my testicles like a sex instrument.
– Ughmmm, I whined like a lonely puppy.
I wanted more of it, whatever it was. Each movement of her fingers on my male anatomy caused my testicles to become tighter and tighter until they were firm and round.
– Powerful!
This fortysomething Chinese lady seemed very proud of her handling of my testicles. The fact that she was in a therapeutic medical gown played even more into one of those female doctor fantasies. Would he give me a handjob like he should to complete the exam?
I raised my eyebrows as Ming returned from the table with two flat hot onyx stones. He had a serious expression. As if he meant business.
Curving each hand so the stones wouldn’t fall, he pressed them against opposite sides of my erection. Feeling that I was suddenly thrust into a hot smooth pussy, she moved the stones up and down the sides of my cock far too slowly. I thrust it into her hands, but she countered by adjusting her position, preventing me from moving any faster.
Frustratingly slow, she was beating me on purpose or not. Instead of a nice squeeze, it was like a gradual climb away from the precipice. Despite the climax being so far away, my cock was solid.
– Amazing! I complimented her.
Ming removed the cooled stones, placing them back into the heating pot, gathering another chestnut-sized black stone. I had no idea where that stone was going.
That focused look returned as Ming pressed the hot stone against the cleft of the head of my cock, pinning it to my abdomen. Making a clapping sound, the other hand began to stroke my round testicles pressed against the base. The pace was continuous and unwavering. Slap – slap – slap.
With only her fingers moving, the pendulum-like palms were light with an excruciating rhythm. The head of my penis tingled with burning sensitivity. To hell with anything until the climax. The heated stone and the perpetual pounding on the testicles brought me to the edge of the precipice. I just needed to rise a little higher. My penis was stuck frustratingly under the rock.
Squeezing like hard lacrosse balls, my testicles pulled into firm egg-sized globs. They were tight and ready to fire with this unusual focus.
My cock throbbed irreversibly hard in the cold air as Ming lifted the hot stone from my glans.
God, what a pain. Would he really give me a handjob at last?
Heavily, Ming placed one hand on my chest, with the other, he encircled my oversensitized cock and began to shake it. Like it was a giant salt shaker, she gently shook my cock, like she was trying to empty it for someone on a sodium-free diet.
Gently, carefully, in such a calculated manner, Ming edged my cock to a state of near peak ejaculation. How could this happen?
– Ahh, I gasped with the wave of sensitivity moving on my cock.
Changing the tempo with her hand, Ming released a single drop of semen to my now gaping urethra.
This in itself was amazing because having semen for me was so rare.
Stimulating the head of my cock dripping my semen, Ming’s expression changed into a tightly curved upward smile. She was satisfied with her torturous ministrations.
– Dear good!
It seemed like I was visually close to ejaculating, but desperate to be pushed over the edge. I wanted to beg but held back. Would she even understand my greedy need? My need to ejaculate.
A quick quick flick of the hand would be a delicious climax to her treat.
No, it looked like they wouldn’t. Varying its trembling rhythm until my body squirmed, I silently endured the blissful yet tortuous cutting technique. Somehow, I could feel the slow draining of the tingle of semen and it made its way up my cock until another precious drop gathered there at the tip.
– I have to ejaculate.
My voice was a quiet, desperate plea.
– Please, wait!
I extended the vowel into a whimper.
Vibrantly shaking my cock from her middle grip again, she brought a steel-like erection. Glowing like a purple fireman’s helmet, the cleft in my swollen bulbous glans was defined in the state of impending climax.
Frustratingly, the sensation inside was once again that of slowly flowing semen.
– Fuck!
I moaned loudly as the third drop of milky cum filled my slit. My body shook in pre-orgasmic tremors.
– Very strong! Ming commented spreading the seminal fluid in purposeful clinical circles with his thumb. Almost medical in nature, she denied me orgasm.
Ming stood up and picked up a medium-sized white bath towel.
– Shower?
Perpetually pulsating, I braced myself. Without being touched, I could still feel Ming beating me. Noticing my rapid breathing, the sensation was still that of being enjoyed or teased. Despite all the torment and denial, I loved it.
– Okay, sure.
I stood up in my bare feet, my full erection shaking. Refusing to cover myself, I walked down the hall to the shower. Inside we planned the hardest and fastest jack-off.
As soon as I turned my back on the hot water spray, I slathered on some hair conditioner and went to my cock. I stroked my cock like it was some kind of medieval weapon with veins, in hard, jerky strokes. Desperately I rubbed the ridge on the head of my cock. Under normal circumstances, this would always make me ejaculate.
Nothing!
– Fuck!
I couldn’t get past the point of no return. Lubricating again, I went faster and faster.
My cock swelled up like it had just been taken out of a penis pump, but no handjob took me to the point of ejaculation.
– God no!
My arm ached and the water was cold. I don’t know how long I was in the shower, but apart from a red and bloody penis, nothing was working.
Semi-dry, I stuffed the towel into a bundle over my groin and returned to the massage room.
– What do you have?
Ming was waiting with a traditional handleless ceramic mug filled with tea.
Shamelessly, naked, I sat on the table, letting my heated testicles hang freely between my legs. My erection was so hard that it sagged too.
– Very strong man! complimented Ming.
– Thank you.
I sipped the lukewarm, unsweetened tea. My cock still tingled with sensual desire. I took a deep breath. Despite not being able to ejaculate, a part of me enjoyed the torment. This denial.
– I help you?
Raising his eyebrows, Ming held a miniature glass jar containing an amber liquid.
Was it oil, would it finally set me free? Thank God. Finally, relief!
– Yes.
I needed. I was desperate!
I let my legs part, anticipating the fat, oily hands working my cock. Instead, Ming held up what looked like a fan brush or calligraphy brush with a single row of fine bristles.
What the hell? My hopes for ejaculation have dwindled. Inconceivable deep within arose the desire to be further delayed. Whether it was my swollen penis, the constant sensation, my semen, or a new unexplored fetish, I never felt the urge to reject my orgasm.
Plunging the fan brush into the jar, Ming painted the clear, mint-scented liquid on the top of my cock, in the middle of my shaft. Upon contact, its evaporation cooled just like a heavy aftershave. The cooling tingle lingered after the brush left my cock.
Once more, he dipped the brush. Amazingly, Ming painted the underside of my penis with the brush. Shaking up and down like a magic wand waving, the fine bristles along with the cooling salve were too much.
– God… Damn it!
My penis throbbed in a pre-ejaculatory contraction.
Ming looked at the tip of my penis for semen. Then he returned to the jar.
As if the brush had drawn the shape of my crest, Ming swirled it over the circumference of the head of my cock, ending with a blow to the brake. A tingling sensation radiated around the edge of my glans.
– Mmmmph.
My communication resorted to labored gasps. I was even closer to ejaculation. Not quite there, but close. So close. I looked down to see Ming fanning the brush to the slit of my cock.
She quickly twisted it. Just in the right place. I wanted him to shoot me with that brush to reach the climax!
– Mmmm please, I begged again. My stomach was shaking. It was close. So close. A little more. Maybe her hand now.
Ming squeezed the brush a few more times.
– Ugnnn nooo.
My eyes felt like they were going to roll back and then she stopped again!
– Damn, damn! My penis jerked up and down.
Ming smiled
– Strong man!
That’s it. I decided to end it right there. Lubrication or not, I reached down to grab my cock and lift it to my climax.
Immediately Ming grabbed my wrist and pulled it.
– Strong.
Damn, I didn’t get it. Wasn’t I supposed to ejaculate?
Ming cradled my cock in her hand. I assume this was to stop further attempts to masturbate.
I took a deep, shaky breath.
– Good.
– I help you.
Ming held out my clothes one by one. She pulled the elastic waistband forward on my boxers and the zipper of my jeans, helping to hold my cock in place so I could get dressed.
Before she cordially left, Ming made sure I had her phone number entered correctly in my cell phone, looking at the screen intently.
– Are you still coming?
She smiled shyly but knowingly.
– Yes, sure.
I wasn’t sure, but I told him what he wanted to hear.
Thoughts of torment never left my mind on the way back home.
With no privacy, it was another two hours before I could go back to working on my penis. Locking the toilet door, my cock looked like a big red partially deflated sausage, my erection hadn’t retracted much.
I spilled lube oil everywhere until it dripped onto the bathroom floor. Terrified to a semi-erect state, my cock was heavy in my hand. The fullness surprised me as it responded in rapid inflation. Awakening the steel monster, I pumped furiously over my glans. I greedily wanted to ejaculate so badly. I needed. I was desperate!
I don’t know what Ming did to me, but my efforts were in vain. Turmoil met my movements as I alternated with my left hand. No matter what I did, I was on the edge and no further.
– Fuck! I cursed silently.
It was a restrained curse. The rapid movements of my hand slowed to a milking. The delicious fullness and sensitivity had returned.
– Mmm.
I groaned softly, not wanting to alert anyone passing by the family bathroom. Continuing to stay in the bathroom would lead to the curiosity of others. Resigned to a failed climax, I stopped.
The night was no better. Preventing sleep further, I woke up at three in the morning with a stiffness that could drive nails. It had to stop!
Silently getting out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom and then to the couch in the living room.
With my favorite silent internet porn playing like a silent movie, my lubricated fingers slowly crawled and tightened over the head of my cock. The dream focus felt almost like an out of body experience as I slowly stroked my glans.
Little by little a tremor started in my body. I moved closer, still working the head of my cock. Pulling my testicles, it made my legs cramp. Twisting and turning my ankles, I stretched out the tension in my leg. Leaning back on the couch and squeezing my thighs and stomach, I pushed my cock up. Illuminated only by the computer screen, my penis looked extraordinarily huge.
This self-love was to be one that would remain history. Fidgeting in pre-orgasm, my quadriceps muscle tensed and released. Following a wave throughout my body, faster and faster they tightened and released until I was shaking uncontrollably. With my stomach up and down, I stretched my eyes to the wide open urethra. Decadently, I let my mouth hang open.
It happens. It’s finally happening! Like a race car shifting closer and closer to top speed, I gasped for breath.
Perversely I opened my mouth wider and straightened my cock quickly working the crest of my fat head. Nothing would stop me.
– Ugh damn!
Unable to calm down, I moaned too loudly.
Tearing in violent thrusts I drove my cock up. With the first spasm deep inside me, nothing was released. The second shot was perfect with a jet straight into the roof of my mouth. My taste buds greeted me like a creamy pudding as the third breath coated my tongue and chin. Unlike my often sweet cum, this time my ejaculate was much more savory, carnal, manly.
My anus tightened and unexpectedly the next stream of cum shot my head over the back of the couch and into my hair. The next hit me on the shoulder, as the distance closed, inappropriate amounts of men’s cream spilled onto my waxed chest and abdomen. Licking my lips, then siphoning my own cum, I watched my climax weaken until it became a flowing fountain of cum, streaking my ivory-flecked pubic hair.
With my breathing normalizing, I expected my climax to subside. He didn’t. Stroking my cock into a delicious post-orgasm, my body smouldered like I’d had a running high. It was a happiness.
Pools of sperm pooled invitingly in the crevices of my chest and abdomen. Abandoning my normal inhibitions, I swirled with my fingertips, collected the glistening semen, and closed my lips to my own taste. It was completely outrageous self-love. The lick seemed to add gentle spikes of pleasure to my glow.
Running my tongue along my sperm filled bottom lip, I smiled to myself. Besides, I had only brought three napkins! I wiped myself until the wipes were sticky, shredded, tiptoed to the bathroom and showered.
Ming had taught me something new. Something excruciating, but amazing. Sensually massaging myself in the foaming shower, I resigned myself to making sure I’d try to call Ming again. To experience the denial of orgasm again would be to relinquish a power. Surrender of control. I have to experience this again!
Epilogue
I got back in touch with Ming and visited once more. Another visit with another handful of new and unique tricks and denials. Ming moved back to China’s Hubei province. At least that’s what he claimed when I texted him. Things changed and we never got in touch after that.
It was a shame because it is something special that I have yet to repeat.
