0 comments/ 19622 views/ 11 favorites Welcome To India By: sexnovella I had decided that I should travel from Sweden to India. First I went to a Buddhist massage parlour, or at least that was what I thought it was. They offered a revolutionary treatment only for women and as it turned out, only with male masseurs. Everything seemed fine at first. I got a small room with only a very hard bench and a stool in one corner. I was told to take off all my clothes except my panties and lie down on the wooden bench and try to relax and clear my mind from all my thoughts. It was pretty hot so it was nice to take off my clothes. I lay face down and rested. The room was soundproofed but I heard some sounds that sounded like deep groans, deeper and more prolonged than anyone would expect in a massage parlour. "Well, I'm in India," I thought. After a while, a man came into the room. I tried to turn so I could see his face but he stopped me with his hand. "The idea is that you won't see me," he said in broken English. I accepted his comment and relaxed again. He wore a large kaftan which he removed and hung up on a hook close to me. He stood near my feet and started to massage me. His touch felt nice and I relaxed completely. His movements weren't violent, but rather passionate and even sensual. He worked his way up along my entire body, calves, thighs, inner thighs, buttocks, and back. It was a special treat as he even touched the sides of each of my breasts. Then he continued up to my neck, head, along the arms, all the way to the fingers and back again. I noticed that my breathing had changed and that a glow started within me. At first I didn't understand what it was and then I understood. I had felt a spark of excitement that the masseur had given to my body. He continued and built up a tingling feeling inside my body, a growing desire for this man was welling up inside of me. It was a strange feeling to desire a man I had never seen before. Then suddenly and taking me a bit by surprise, the way he massaged me changed and became as long caresses rather than the small rubbing motions. He suddenly stopped massaging me and asked, "Is it good?" "Yeah," was all I could answer with a long sigh. He continued to massage my body for a long time. The fire within my body became stronger. When he was massaging my neck again, I experienced a touch on my lower back where he definitely didn't have any hands. It took a moment before I realized what it was. When I did, I panicked. I raised myself with my arms and looked behind me. My masseur had pulled back from my calves and said, "Excuse me. I'm sorry. It certainly wasn't my intention." It didn't matter to me what he said as I stared hungrily at my masseur. He was completely naked and between his legs hung the largest, most beautiful and shapely penis I had ever seen. I almost lost my breath. At first, I was shocked but then that warm glow within me returned and I relaxed and smiled. He looked guilty and ashamed. I looked at his well shaped and slim body. The glow within me became stronger. "What do you want to do with me?" I asked. "Whatever you wish Madame," he replied. I gathered all my courage and said, "Rub my belly." "Turn over please," he quickly replied. I turned and lay on my back, as I knew how I would react to his body. He was young, well built, and very beautiful. He looked very serious while his sensitive, strong hands caressed my whole body from toes to forehead. First, he avoided the more intimate places but soon his hands slid up my inner thighs; his thumbs touched my pussy lips through my panties. His hands moved higher and began to circle around my breasts but he didn't touch the raised nipples. My excitement grew and my body tingled. My nipples were hard and my pussy was pulsing. I noticed that my divine masseur's penis twitched. All of a sudden it grew longer. "It can't get any bigger," I thought. Another thought went through my head, "This is madness and it's dangerous. Stop immediately, he could do anything he wanted to me, like beat me or kill me!" It felt unreal and the rapidly growing lust pushed away that idea. The masseur felt the tension in my body, stopped moving his hands and said, "I won't hurt you. I will only do what you want. Would you like me to continue?" I thought to myself, "I'm an idiot if I do not continue; as this may lead to a wonderful release. It's surreal but wonderful," and so I replied with a simple, "Yes." The handsome young man continued his caresses and his penis grew. I noticed how I got wet between my legs. "Touch my breasts," I said. He leaned forward and moved a finger in a spiral around each breast until it reached the nipple. When he reached my nipples, a shock of pleasure went through my body causing my pussy to become even wetter and I moaned. He looked at me and saw how horny I was. He leaned back, stopped stroking me and allowed me to witness the completion of his erection. His sex grew until it became hard and was pulsing with every heartbeat. I was shocked and couldn't take my eyes off it. I had a desperate need to touch, hold, suck and have it inside me but he wouldn't let me do that. He looked serious and went down to pull off my panties. I didn't resist and let this strange man remove my panties. Now he had a full view of my most secret place. His fingers moved in a spiral toward the hole, passing through my trimmed pubic hair, over the mound and down along my dripping pussy lips. I started shaking when the lust overtook me. He put his finger on my clitoris and rubbed it. The feeling was so great that I thought I would reach a climax. The feeling disappeared when he moved his hands away. He spread my thighs wide and positioned himself between them. His huge limb pointed straight up toward the ceiling. Our eyes met; it was like he was asking for my permission to take the final step. I answered with a nod. He took hold of his cock and brought it to my pussy and rubbed it up and down my pussy lips. I was nervous about how it would feel with such a large shaft inside me. He pushed himself into my tight hole and I cried out loud with intense pleasure. He stopped halfway and waited a few moments so that I got used to him inside my vagina. I had to have all of it, so I squeezed his cock using my vaginal muscles and asked him to continue. When he reached all the way in, he pressed against my cervix, and the feeling of being totally filled was amazing. His seriousness and shyness had disappeared. He fucked me with deep hard thrusts that moved all of my body. I was raised onto a new level of ecstasy when I felt how his huge cock filled and banged my vagina. I floated around in a world of pleasure and ecstasy for what seemed like an eternity until a new sensation gripped me. I came in a burst of multiple orgasms that shook my whole body repeatedly. He fucked my vagina more violently until he pulled out his cock and streams of sperm squirted all over me. I lifted my head, opened my eyes and saw how my lover sat between my thighs, exactly as he had done before the invasion of my pussy. He held the cock with his hands and pushed back his head. His body trembled with tension. His hands moved back and forth across his cock when the orgasmic climax was over. His pace slowed as the last drops of semen reached his glans. They dripped down on my thighs and into my pubic hair. His body shook while he pulled and squeezed a few times along the entire length of his cock before he released it. He raised his head and opened his eyes. We looked into each other's eyes. His eyes showed he was exhausted, but my eyes must have been filled with admiration and enthusiasm. I freed myself from his gaze and looked back at his penis. It had shrunk and pointed down between his thighs. I raised myself up with my arms to get closer to him, and I felt the how his seed set off on a journey inside my womb. He had recovered and picked up a towel. He carefully and sensitively wiped away his liquid from my body. He leaned forward and gave me a deep and long kiss. I was surprised and his kiss made my pussy wet again. I needed more. A wave of wild lust and desire went through my body, and I knew I would do whatever that was needed to get my womb filled by him again. Somehow I knew it wouldn't happen but I wanted to try. He stopped kissing and moved so that he stood in front of me. I pulled him to me and put my hand around his now rather small member. He didn't protest and let me do whatever I wanted. I stroked the cock's smooth and silky surface all the way from the hairy roots to the purple coloured glans. I caressed his balls with the other hand. I caressed my face with his cock and moved it to my mouth and kissed it. I opened my mouth and sucked on his cock. I swallowed as much as I could of the small manhood and massaged it with my tongue. I tasted his salty semen. I tried to revive his penis and get it to grow again but I failed. He had given everything he had. I pulled back his smooth glans and sucked it with my lips. I lay down on the bench and waited for something to happen. I was so excited that I barely noticed where I was. After a moment, the masseur put on his kaftan. He turned to me and said, "Good bye." I lay there and smiled at him as he left, closing the door behind him. I lay there and thought about what had happened. I went through the event itself bit by bit and enjoyed every second. When I was done, my breathing was short and I realized that I was completely naked. The fire in my womb which the masseur had ignited started again. I acted immediately and automatically. I caressed my breasts, long and hard until I screamed with pleasure. My nipples were hard and stood out. I moved my hands down my body, through my pubic hair until I reached my pussy lips. I parted them with one hand and inserted one then two and three fingers inside. I thrusted them in and out, quicker and quicker. My mind was messed up and I moaned. My orgasm was close but I couldn't reach it. My other hand found the top of my unhooded clit and I rubbed it furiously. I came immediately, as my pussy throbbed and squeezed my fingers when they were flooded by my juice. I screamed out loudly for what seemed like an eternity until the moment passed. I was exhausted and fell backward. I remembered that I should get dressed and leave. I found my clothes and put them on. I opened the door and stepped out into the big bright hall outside. The first person I saw was standing with his back toward me and wore a kaftan. He turned around and looked straight into my eyes. We recognized each other and I walked toward him, but he turned away and disappeared behind a huge orange curtain.