Hotel room power struggle
As soon as you open the door and enter the room, I reach behind you to close the door slowly, being careful not to look at you. Then they grab you by the shirt and slam you against the door. Not hard enough to hurt you, of course, just hard enough to let you know that things will happen as I say. I see the amusement in your eyes before I reach down and pull your neck down to me as I kiss you deeply, slowly. Yes, I could move quickly since we’re both already excited about what’s to come, but I’d rather not rush you. I deepen the kiss for a moment and let you explore my body a bit with your hands, but that’s as much as you’re entitled to now.
I pull you as I walk backwards towards the bed and spin you around to sit on the edge. I sit in your lap and seek your mouth again, moaning slightly at the touch. However, before things get too heated, I pull back and lift your shirt over your head. You stand up so I can unbutton your pants and take them off. And then I lay you down on your stomach, making sure you’re comfortable. Your comfort is most important here. I take my clothes off and stay in my bra and panties so I can do my job without any restrictions.
I climb onto the bed and kneel next to you before waking up your nerve endings by running my nails all over your back. You let out a soft sigh as you scratch your back well and then I begin an erotic massage starting at your shoulders and working down very very slowly as I find each knot or tender point and work there until you stop moaning your gentle I see all the tension leave your body and you submit to the exploration of my hands. I work up to your back and press firmly to release the stress you feel there. And then I run my nails down and around your ass and your head lifts slightly off the mattress from the current running through you. I massage each knee before working my way down each hamstring with my nails and fingers groping, down your calves which rarely get this kind of attention and finally to your feet where I plan to spend a few minutes working on your sensitive soles.
I can see how relaxed you are right now, but I can also feel the tension building in you, the anticipation of what’s to come. I ask you to turn on your back and let you watch me, almost naked and slightly flushed from my efforts, as I start again up from your shoulders, running up each arm, down to each individual finger, squeezing, squeezing I run my hands over your chest and press into your pectoral muscles and you wince a little, not in pain, but because you see where I’m going. I walk down your abdomen, lightly running my hands over your skin until I reach the source of your real stress at that moment. I tease you by going over and caressing your thighs, but I know you’re not interested in a massage anymore. I see the visible proof of it.
I reach for you, already holding you tightly and feasting on the softest skin there. I gently rub the tip and you jerk a little. I barely touch you as I run my hand up and down your length and you try to stay still on the bed. As much as I like the feel of you, I have to taste you. I look straight into your eyes as I lean down and press my tongue against your tip. Your eyes darken and I love the immediate response I get from you. I slowly swirl my tongue around the tip before diving straight down, taking as much of you as I can. I stop there for a moment to let the shock settle for you before I get back up and down again, this time humming a little to remind you where my neck is.
I could go on like this forever, but I know there is a goal to reach. I reach up to rub my hands over your abdomen once more before placing my left hand firmly at your base while my right hand circles you just below my mouth. I lift my mouth off of you making sure you see the string of saliva connecting your cock and my mouth, making sure you’re watching me closely. I maintain eye contact and wink before taking you in my mouth again and starting a slow up and down, up and down motion as my right hand mimics the movement of my mouth. In my peripheral vision, I see your hands gripping the sheets hard to keep control, to hold on as long as you can. With my hand still caressing you, I dip down to taste your testicles, taking each one in my mouth and sucking gently.
As much as I like it, I have to get back to your cock. I must have what I want. I crawl over your body to kiss you with as much need as you. I could sit there all day punishing your mouth with mine, but that’s not on today’s agenda. I go back to your cock where I place my dripping mouth back into your shaft and start pumping you with my mouth and hand in earnest now. I can see the muscles in your abs twitching and I know you’re close, but now I’m focused and I won’t stop for anything in the world. My speed increases as I am driven to my reward, I must have it. I clamp my mouth shut and grip you even harder, the friction almost turning us both on. I almost feel crazy when I look at you and know you’re close. Just then, a small sound escapes you and you put everything in my mouth as I drink, savoring the proof of your lust, of your perfection. You’re sensitive now, but I still can’t move my mouth away, so I stay put and continue to gently pump up and down as you convulse and relax back on the bed.
I know you’re tired from your orgasm, but I’m not going to just let you hang around, so I move back up your body, lay on top of you, and nudge you into a proper snogging session. You’re a great kisser and you know it. You tease me a little by pulling back from our kiss, lightly brushing my lips with yours, letting your tongue come out to lick my bottom lip a little, and then you start kissing me in earnest. There is a direct line between my lips and my clit and the more passionately we kiss, the more turned on I become. I can hardly help but squirm, you have me so turned on. I feel like I could orgasm just by kissing you.
I run my hands through your hair and around your shoulders. Your hand moves up to my panties to caress my ass and I jerk your body a little in an unconscious attempt to line up with your moving cock. I can’t help but press my pelvis against you, I’m so turned on! My mouth goes down to your neck and you squeeze my ass with both hands. I feast on your neck as my fingers trace the line of your collarbone on either side of my mouth. I return to your mouth before you return, taking me with you and holding onto the mattress. I love your weight. Your kiss intensifies and your hands move to my breasts, contouring my bra, running along the tops of my breasts. Your hands meet halfway between my breasts and you take the bra between your fingers, ripping it open and exposing me. I was panting now, loving the aggression I inspired. Your mouth lowers to capture my left breast, your tongue wrapping around my nipple. Your tongue is slightly rough and I raise my body slightly in an effort to feel more of the pressure of your tongue. Suddenly you lunge at my right breast and cup my left one so it doesn’t feel neglected. You look at me from your position and you look so hot you growl a little.
You reach out to wrap your hand around my neck in a gentle squeeze and tell me to be good. I am surprised and yet even more delighted by the force you use. I have never felt more desirable or feminine before, like I was in the company of a strong man. I yield to you completely and await any further orders. Your lips move on my abdomen and I start to tremble. Your lips reach the top of my panties and my inner thighs begin to shake as the shaking doubles over and I can hear my blood pumping in my ears. You can hear my fear, feel the heat coming off me, and smell the faint musk of excitement. You smile mercilessly at me, a smile that lets your prey know the end is near. You reach down and rip the fabric off of me, finally leaving me completely bare to your gaze. You look at me for a moment before dipping your head down to run your tongue along the length of my slit. I scream helplessly and my hips buck from the assault on my nerve endings. You grab my hips and begin to lightly lick along my labia, getting closer and closer to my clit. You sink your tongue into my depths and cover my mouth with my hand so that my scream cannot be heard in the neighboring block. You set a rhythm with your tongue and I’m so overwhelmed by everything so far that I’m exploding all over your tongue. You ignore my cries and trembling and carry on as if nothing happened. And just when I think you’re going to give me a break, your teeth capture my clit and I have a violent orgasm.
- Waiting for the happy ending
I’m a 53-year-old married man who has lived a very conventional life in all things: politically middle-of-the-road, married to the same woman for 30 years and never cheated on her.
I have always felt tension in my neck and back but never sought treatment until a few years ago when my wife suggested I see a masseuse. I resisted because it’s not my type of thing and I didn’t want to be the only man at a women’s spa. After thinking about it for months, I finally gave in and visited a massage parlor that catered to both men and women.
I was a little excited and wondered if I had made a mistake in asking for a woman; but the thought of a man rubbing against me was just wrong. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but no way a scantily clad young brunette. I guess I was expecting something a little exotic (I still like the idea of the little Asian masseuse). He could tell I was excited and told me to strip and leave my boxers on and get under the sheets.
I was obviously tense as I must have told myself 5 times to relax. When I finally did, it was amazing. What a revelation! It was probably an ordinary massage, but it was magical for me. My masseuse worked on all the knots in my neck muscles and relaxed my lower back. When I came back I had the most embarrassing reaction! I developed a hard-on when she worked my thighs. She pretended not to notice and I moved my body to try and hide it from her. Neither she nor I mentioned anything about it, but I couldn’t forget. I gave him an overly generous tip and took a business card.
I thought about the massage and my masseuse constantly for the next month. I thought about her while working, exercising, even having sex. I exhausted myself masturbating thinking about the image and remembering her touches. I waited as long as I could and called back about a month later, but to my surprise she no longer worked there.
Disappointed, I asked for a woman, who turned out to be a lovely young blonde. I told her the same problems as my first massage, and she told me to undress and get under the sheets. She was talkative and I found it very easy to relate to her. Her technique was substantially different from my first masseuse, so I asked her about it. She laughed and grabbed my bottom under the sheet and said her hands just went where they wanted. I gasped when she did and she laughed at me. Well, you can imagine the effect it had on me! When I came back, my cock was already hard and throbbing. I was anticipating her touch and shivered as she massaged my legs. He massaged my upper thighs but didn’t touch my cock. Maybe I should have asked her, maybe I should have bucked my hips towards her, but I didn’t.
When he was done, it took me an inordinate amount of time to get dressed because I had to wait for my pain to go away. I paid and tipped him, but went home wanting more.
Over the next two years, I had numerous massages and changed salons several times, looking for the masseuse who would push me beyond my limits. I’ve had masseuses old, young, black, white, and hispanic, but never one to set me free. I almost always got an erection during the massage, but I never had the courage to ask for a happy ending.
It was also during this time that I began to investigate the nature of my excitement at being naked and under the control of the masseuse. I had never heard of CFNM before, but I found myself awakened to the concept and reality. My biggest problem is that I’m submissive to women and can’t bring myself to tell them what I want.
I recently read an ad for a massage parlor. The ads said they worked the abs and glutes, which most masseuses don’t do. I thought it was erotic, so I called Vip Zone and scheduled an appointment. At first I was disappointed as she told me to leave my boxers on, but that soon changed; it was the best erotic massage I have ever received. She was quite strong and her touches were quite deep and soothing. He almost immediately pushed the sheet aside and worked me over. The abdominal massage was absolutely electric! My cock was hard and throbbing when he finished. He ran his forearms over my cock a few times and jumped to attention each time. I knew this was it! I will finally get that release I’ve been waiting for. But she said come back soon and I will take care of you! He kept his word and worked my glutes well, but once again I was left wanting.
A month later, I made another appointment to see Ranya again. To my excitement, she told me to undress completely and left the smallest hand towel on the table to cover me. After knocking to re-enter the room, he almost immediately pushed the towel aside and looked at my semi-hard cock. But once again she massaged me and didn’t touch my cock. When he rubbed my belly he got amazingly close to the head of my cock, but he didn’t touch it! I knew she was playing me, but I still couldn’t bring myself to ask her to please me. My sexual frustration was palpable. When I left, my whole body was in convulsions, and my hands and arms were shaking with desire.
Well another month has passed and I just called Vip Zone for another appointment with Ranya and I can’t wait to see what she does. I have high hopes that this time is the time.
