I Love Massage Parlors With “happy Endings”
I love going to “happy ending” massage parlors. At least, I used to love going. I have been married for 3 years and have not gone since I met my wife. But, I used to go quite often. I loved going to these places because you can have a sexual experience with a beautiful woman and be totally uninhibited. You didn’t have to worry about whether they were attracted to you, whether they were enjoying themselves, whether they were having an ****** — you only had to worry about enjoying their body and getting your release. You could do all of the crazy moves and sounds and make all of the weird faces that you do when you **********, except you could do them in front of a woman and not worry about whether she thought you were weird. Some of the women were not very pretty, but some were absolutely gorgeous. But, it didn’t matter. The experience was what mattered.
I want to share an experience with one particular girl at a massage parlor I frequented. Her name was “Cookie” and she was one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was Korean and spoke absolutely no English. She had a perfect face, long silky black hair, perfect breasts (not too big and not too small), a slim tight tummy and waist, and an absolutely perfect ***. She was the type of woman that I know I would never have a chance with in the real world — she was way out of my league. But, in this setting, I was able to touch the most beautiful woman I could imagine. I visited her many times, and she became familiar with what I wanted, so the communication issue was not a problem. She pleased me many, many times, but there was one time in particular (one of the first few times I visited her) that to this day was one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I was shown to my room by the hostess, undressed, and wrapped a towel around myself. Later, Cookie came in and escorted me to the shower room. She had me remove my towel and lie face down on the table. She began to lather my back and rub my shoulders and arms. She then quickly rubbed over my *** on her way to my legs. Then, she started rubbing my inner thighs. I spread my legs to allow her access. Then, she reached up under me and lathered my balls and ****. I was already raging hard by this time. I raised my *** in the air to allow her access to my ****. This was an amazing feeling!
Then, Cookie motioned for me to turn over on my back. I gladly did so because I knew this would lead to more **** play. Cookie began soaping my chest, belly, and eventually began to wash my ****. She was not ************ me at this point — it was more of a washing. But it felt incredible! After rinsing, she motioned for me to stand up. She reached for a towel and began to dry off my body. She eventually made it down to my legs. I was still raging hard, and my **** was sticking out just inches from her face. She continued to dry, not really even looking at my ****.
Then, she wrapped a towel around my waist and lead me down the hallway to the sauna. As we walked down the hallway, my hard **** was sticking straight up, and it was obvious under the towel that I had a raging hard on. She lead me into the sauna, sat me down, and then left me alone for a few minutes. I sat there anticipating what was coming next. When she returned, she sat beside me and began to rub my legs. I reached over and rubbed her shoulders and back while I looked into her eyes. She slid her hand under my towel and began to stroke my ****. I was about to go nuts!
She then lead me back to the massage room. She took my towel and motioned for me to lie face down on the table. She then took off her clothes, and walked toward me. I could have looked at her body for hours. She began oiling my back, ***, and legs. Again, she reached under me and rubbed oil on my ****. I gladly raised up to allow her access. Eventually, she motioned for me to turn over on my back. She began oiling my chest, and worked her way down my belly. The anticipation of her reaching my **** was so intense. When she finally reached it and began rubbing oil on it, I thought I was going to explode!
She then motioned for me to tell her what I wanted. She had a condom handy in case I wanted intercourse. But, I never got the nerve up to have intercourse during any of my visits to massage parlors. I was happy with the manual release. So, I asked her (mostly through hand gestures and motions) if she could lube the back of her knee and lie beside me with her leg over me so I could **** her leg. She climbed on the table beside me and began to rub her hands on my chest. She then made her way down to my ****. She turned so that her *** was pointing up toward me, and her face was near my ****. She began rubbing my **** on the side of her face and her chin. I was rubbing my hands all over her gorgeous *** while she was rubbing my ****. I didn’t think I was going to be able to hold out until the main event, but somehow I did.
She eventually made her way back around to facing me, and grabbed the oil. She lubed up the back part of her knee, her calf, and the back of her thigh. She put her leg across my belly, bent her leg, and I stuck my **** in. I started ******* like it was a *****. It was so incredibly awesome that I can’t even explain how good it felt. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her *** with one hand, and buried my face in her shoulder and hair. As I ****** her leg, she reached around and started playing with my balls. I was about to explode. My pumps became more like uncontrollable spasms and jerks. I started to grunt and moan in her ear. I know I sounded like an idot, but I absolutely didn’t care. I just wanted to shoot my load. The time came, and I blew and huge load. It shot up and hit the pillow beside my head, then left a string of *** all over my shoulder and chest.
Afterward, she cleaned me up with a hot towel. I paid her, got dressed, and left. On the drive home, I was so relaxed and contented. It was then, and now, one of the best sexual experiences of my life. But, I have many more stories like this because I visited these establishments many times over the years. I will share other stories if anyone is interested.