8 comments/ 111352 views/ 22 favorites Asian Massage By: Franglais For the past few years, my French wife Yvette and I have taken a Winter break in the Far East – Thailand, Vietnam or Bali - and this year was no exception. We love massages and take the opportunity to have as many as possible while there; the norm out there is 2 hours often ending with a relaxing cup of tea. The massages are normally given by female masseuses, only occasionally is it a male masseur. Usually, we are shown into a cubicle together, so there's little chance of anything overtly sexual happening and even when in separate cubicles, the fear of the masseuses steely fingers taking retribution for unwanted advances stopped me (I felt that they could do a serious injury if annoyed). The dress code differs from establishment to establishment; sometimes underpants/panties or swimwear bottoms, sometimes baggy shorts are provided, and sometimes nude but with a small towel covering the interesting bits. Despite the apparent modesty, the eastern style of massage includes working on all the muscles and joints, sometimes simply using the acupuncture points as pressure points for knuckles, elbows, knees and feet. Also incorporated are twisting and stretching the joints and back, and the masseuses have no concerns about putting their hands or feet in your groin area to gain the maximum pressure. Obviously, sometimes I started to get an erection but this usually went down when it was ignored and I thought of swimming in icy cold water. On our penultimate evening this year, after walking around to do our final shopping, we found a salon that looked a bit newer and more up-market than the one we'd used earlier on the holiday. We went in to be told that they could take us immediately, and that the cost was €15 each (just under 20 US dollars) for 2 hours. We agreed and followed a young woman dressed in silk pantaloons and a loose tee shirt to a large cabin at the rear. It had a large sunken shower, 2 massage tables with overhead rails that the masseuses could hold onto when walking on you with a curtain between them that was drawn back. We asked if we could have a shower and the masseuse, Deri as she told me later, went out to fetch bath towels. She came back with them before we'd finished getting undressed and sat on a chair between the tables, watching us and chatting, and not blinking an eye as we finished stripping and showered. We dried ourselves and, as Deri said nothing about clothes, lay down on the massage tables just wrapped in the towels. Deri then pulled my large towel out from under me, threw it into the corner saying that we wouldn't need it again. While she was doing this, I heard the door open and someone else came in. I turned my head and saw that it was a young, good looking local guy in his early twenties who walked up to my wife, said hello and that his name was Hong. He removed her towel and also threw it onto the floor. It was now obvious that Yvette was going to be given a nude massage from this guy. Hong and Deri then exchanged a few words and the curtain was drawn between the 2 massage tables. Deri put some scented oil on her hands and began with the soles of my feet and pulling my toes to see if she could crack the joints. She twisted my ankles and then moved up to my calves, deeply rubbing the muscles with her fingers and thumbs. An Asian massage tens to be quite noisy; with grunts and aahs of pain or pleasure depending on the actions of the masseuse or masseur and, in between my involuntary soundings, I could hear Yvette moaning and grunting too. Deri then moved to my side and started on my right thigh, she probed and stroked the muscles on the outer and then moved to the inner. As she did this, the side of her hand pressed gently against my balls and perineum. My prick had stated to swell by the time she moved to my other side and I took the moment to rearrange myself so that my prick was flat against my stomach. Deri repeated her earlier actions on my left thigh, but seemed to linger longer against my balls. Then she moved down to my feet and, putting a hand on each of my ankles, stroked several times up to the sides of my bum, pulling my cheeks apart so that my anus was exposed, and back down again. Then she repeated the actions up and down the inside of my legs and, when her thumbs touched my perineum she pressed them deeply into me which was a wonderful sensation. I was getting quite hard now and wasn't sure if it was with sorry or relief that I felt her move to the head of the massage table and start on my head and neck. Then she moved down to my shoulders and the back of my chest. She moved back to the middle of the table to start work on my lower back. She added some more oil which dribbled down between my legs then first worked my buttocks individually and then, with a hand on each, moved them in a circular motion, as her fingers slipped closer and closer to my anus. She finished with my back and left me tingling by running her hands several up from my balls, over my anus and crack of my arse and up my spine. Then she asked me to turn over. As I did so, I heard Yvette almost whimpering as she moaned and wondered if Hong's technique was the same as Deri's. I assumed it was similar as, within a few moments, I heard some murmurings and what sounded like Yvette turning over onto her back too. My hard prick was pointing straight up and after looking at it, Deri said it's ok and smiled. As before, she started at my feet, my shins and knees followed and then she pulled my legs even further apart so that she could work on my thighs. She even moved my balls with one hand so that she could massage deep into my groin. All this time, her arm was brushing against my prick but, unfortunately, she never touched it with her hands. She then moved up to my head and face, and rubbed a finger along and between my lips. Then I couldn't help myself, I nipped and held her finger between my teeth and licked the tip as I tried to suck it into my mouth. I saw Deri grin and she pressed her digit further into my mouth, pressed down on my tongue and rubbed it in and out. I then smiled at her as she removed her finger and lifted my arm and rested it on her shoulder so that she could massage my upper arm. I stroked her neck ear as she did this and she looked my straight in the eye and blew me a kiss. She then removed my hand from her neck so that she could work on my hand and fingers then placed it between her braless breasts as she worked on my forearm. I gently moved my hand from one breast to another, feeling her nipples hardening as I did. She then dropped one of her hands and pinched my nipple and giggled before continuing with my arm. When she finished she went to the other side to repeat her procedure, as did I with her neck, ear and breasts. Deri then poured a load of oil into my navel, and used this as a reservoir to spread it around my belly, just stopping along the edge of by pubes before slipping one hand lower to cup my balls in her well oiled hand. Her other hand stayed flat as it too slipped down so that her forefinger and thumb were either side of my aching prick. She then removed both hands and brought her face down to me and lightly kissed my lips before moving to my ear and whispering "do you want me to finish you?" Of course I said yes, quietly, and she replied, "ten euros?" I just nodded and her hands went back down. She gently massaged my balls as she slowly stroked up and down my shaft. Then I felt one of her fingers rim around my anus and slip just inside. This made me groan and she hushed me and nodded her head to the curtain separating us from my wife and Hong. I looked that way too and my senses immediately seemed to become more acute as I listened to the familiar sounds of Yvette coming to orgasm, soft, hoarse moans of pleasure as she tried to keep the noise down. I looked back at Deri, smiled and slipped one hand under her tee shirt to play with her tits and the other into the elastic waist of her pantaloons so that I could feel her bum. Her hand went faster on my prick, it finished me and my back arched as I seemed to shoot out litres of cum onto my belly. Deri used some of this as additional lubricant as she slowly ran her fingers around and just under the head of my now softening prick. She continued this for another moment or two as she removed her other hand from my arse and balls, and reached for a small hand towel that she used to clean by belly and prick and her hand. She then left me and looked around the curtain. She then looked at me, winked and quietly left the room, leaving me to listen to Yvette finally reach her climax. I sat up and used a pillow to lean on against the wall. Then Deri came back in carrying 2 cups of ginger tea; she disappeared behind the curtain to give one to Yvette and then came back and sat next to me on the bed. I heard a zipper being pulled, and assumed that Yvette was giving Hong his tip. This reminded me and I asked Deri to pass my shorts and, after taking out my wallet, gave her fifteen euros. This got me another smile and a kiss. She ran her tongue over my lips as she put the money in her pocket and then got off the bed to rub off any excess oil with a hot, wet towel which she laid across my lap as she finished. The curtain was then pulled back by Hong as he left the room. Yvette was sitting, leaning on a pillow as I was, with bare boobs, a towel across her upper legs and sipping her cup of tea. Deri asked if she'd enjoyed her massage with Hong and Yvette, avoiding my eyes, said yes. I asked if we could make another appointment for the next evening, before our final dinner. Yvette said yes and I asked Deri if she and Hong would be available again. She said the she would but would need to check with Hong and she went out. I told Yvette that that was one of the best massages I'd ever had; still not looking directly at me, Yvette replied that it had been great. I left it at that. I know my wife well and, if she wants to tell me just how good it had been, she would. If not, I'd heard and so she would only have been filling in the details. Deri came back in and said that Hong would be available, and so we confirmed that we'd be back about the same time the following day. Yvette took €30 euros from her bag, and I suggested that, as it was such a good massage, we should also give them an additional five each, which she did. Yvette and I strolled back to our hotel and agreed that, to gain the maximum benefit from the oils used in the massage, we wouldn't shower until the morning. We passed a restaurant we'd liked the look of and decided to eat there, under the stars, before going back to our cabin at the hotel. After a superb meal and wine, we linked arms and walked slowly back, ignoring the people trying to sell us even more knick-knacks and tee shirts. We ignored the bar and, while Yvette was in the bathroom, I took a bottle of champagne from the fridge and opened it. "Something special?" Yvette said as she came out of the bathroom and saw the drink waiting for her. "I hope so," I replied as I went in. When I returned, I saw that Yvette had put on a sexy, silk nightdress that we'd bought that day, and was holding both glasses as she lay back against the pillows. I got onto the bed next to her, took a glass, pecked her on the lips and toasted to a great day. I leaned over and slipped a strap off her shoulder that slipped down baring one breast. I gave her my glass and asked her to put them both on the bedside table as I slipped down and took her nipple between my lips. It was already hard and I sucked on it as I bared the other. I then switched to that one as my hands went down to slide her nightgown up, over her thighs and stomach. As I kissed down Yvette's body, I could feel the smoothness of the oil and smell the perfume (we learned the following night that it was champaka, a local flowering tree). As got to her thighs, I could also smell Yvette's own musky scent, mixed with the perfumed oil, it was a heady mixture. I kissed her thighs and she slid down the bed and opened her thighs to my tongue. Her pussy was soaking and tasted beautifully sweet. She said, "Quickly, I want you in me now." Her pussy was so wet that I slipped all the way in straight away and, despite coming only a couple of hours earlier, quickly felt my balls tightening and my prick swelling. "Now," I asked? "Yes, yes," she said. "Fuck me hard". So, being a gentleman, I obliged. We awoke a few hours later, chilled by the air conditioning and got into bed, cuddling our sweaty, oiled bodies together as we slept again. After a final day on the hotel beach, we showered and went for our massages. Deri and Hong welcomed us and showed us into the same room (this was when we asked about the perfumed oil). This time, the curtain was already pulled across and, as we'd just showered, I just stripped and lay down on my front. I also heard Yvette getting undressed and onto the bed while talking quietly with Hong. Deri's massage was just as good as the day before, but even more intimate with little strokes and squeezes as she worked on my body. As soon as she made me turn onto my back, I got hold of the bottom of her tee shirt and gestured that she should take it off! She bent down and whispered that I was a naughty boy, but slipped it over her head as she stood back up. Her tits were magnificent, not too big and saggy, but a pet handful each. As she bent over me, I was frequently able to take either one or the other between my lips and, as I did, I slipped my hand around to stroke her arse. Only when she finally cupped my balls and started to wank my prick did I slip my hand inside her pantaloons and between her thighs. She opened her legs and bent over me and I pulled her thong aside to feel how wet she was. I slipped first one and then two fingers inside and bent them forwards to stroke her g spot and tapped my thumb gently against her clit. She licked around the head of my prick and then took it between her lips and sucked me deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as her hand moved up and down my shaft. One finger of the hand around my balls slipped into my anus again but this time, it went in deeper and she massaged my prostate. I exploded into her mouth and she sucked me down, swallowed and then moved up to kiss me so that I could taste my own cum on her tongue. All the while my hand was still working on her pussy and she started to shudder. I kept her open mouth on mine and gently pinched nipples her as she came and covered my hand with her juices. She then sat o the bed next to me for a few minutes while we both regained our breath and listened to the erotic noises from the other side of the curtain. I clearly heard Yvette come, soon followed by a couple of grunts from Hong. I looked at Deri who pointed under the curtain where I could see Hong's feet close to the top of the bed. I raised an eyebrow at Deri who pointed to the curtain, took my hand between her thighs as if she was fucking my fingers, then made a wanking sign with her hand, and said "Very good." This time I got twenty euros from my wallet and slipped it to Deri as put her tee shirt back on. She went out and came back with the tea and hot damp towels. Only when she'd rubbed me down and made me comfortable against the back of the bed with my ginger tea did she pull back the dividing curtain before sitting at the foot of my bed. Hong was just finishing rubbing a nude Yvette down with the towel and then he helped her up to the top of the bed, this time without the towel, before giving her the tea and going out to the reception area. Yvette was still flushed and regaining her breath as she sipped her tea. "That was even better than yesterday," I said. "Yes," was all she said. We eventually dressed and Yvette gave Deri €40 and, as we left, I saw her slip some money to Hong who took her hand in both of his and kissed the fingertips. "He's such a gentleman," I said to Yvette as we got outside. "I hope they're both still there next year," and got an old-fashioned look in return. That night, after our final dinner and finishing the champagne that I'd put back into the fridge, we fucked like rabbits before we falling into a deep sleep. Certainly, my experiences with Deri heightened my desire and, I'm sure, Yvette was thinking about enjoying Hong. Asian Massage I walked into the massage parlor and noticed the bell on the door ring as I entered annoucing my arrival. There was a small lobby area with only two soft chairs for people to wait. As I walked up to the desk an older japanese woman in her fifties came in from the back hall slipping between strings of beads the type that were popular in the 60s. She was barely 5 ft tall, wore a long grey robe, and had house slippers like she was getting ready for bed. She approached the desk and asked if I wanted a massage? I was still looking around the place and peeked behind her past the beads into the room she just came from. There were four women sitting on the floor eating chinese food and it smelled great. One woman was older perhaps the same age as the woman now facing me at the desk, the rest were barely 21. Each of the young ladies was dressed in a typical school girl uniform. A white stretch top with a short black flannel skirt with pleats and white socks with matching shoes. The skirts seemed to hang at mid thigh, showing off some nice legs though the skirt seemed a bit shorter than I would have imagined for school. A finger snapped in my face making me realize I had been ignoring the lady at the desk. I looked down to hear her ask me again, now a bit angry, if I would like a massage. I told her yes and we talked about all the options, prices, etc. She called her older friend over and they whispered a few words and then had a good look at me like I was a piece of meat. I was worried that I would end up with one of them in a massage room....what a turn off! But as if they read my mind they called in Japanese to one of the girls sitting on the floor and she jumped up giggling and very happy. I was escorted to the back to a room. As I walked down the hall I noticed there were about five doors on each side, each with a number on it. However, the rooms were separated by thin walls and there were no walls at the top, just netting. It must be very easy to hear the person next door I thought. I entered into room 6 and she told me to stay dressed and wait for my masseuse. The room was small, just room for the massage table and a nightstand on either side. One stand had towels, tissues, baby oil, and a radio with a cassette while the other stand had a pouch, more towels, and several massage oils and powders. It was dark, but I could still see with most of the light coming into the room from the hall under the door. There was a sharp knock at the door "Bang Bang!" and before I could answer she entered. She introduced herself as "Keyoki" and twirled around her dress flying up Marilyn Monroe style and bowed. I also bowed and told her my name as she started undressing me. She was small about 5' 2" 95 pounds compared to my 6' 200 pound frame. She was wearing the same school girl outfit she had on earlier and even in the dark I could see the outline of her tangerine sized breasts. Her hands were very strong and in no time I was down to my underwear. As I stepped out of my briefs she looked at my dick, giggled, and licked her lips I think. It was like she was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. She gave me a pouch to put my valuables in and handed me a robe. I barely had it on and she opened the door taking me to the back room for a shower. There she took off my robe and had me lay face down on a massage table the same size as the one in the room. However, this table was put in the middle of a large shower so she could wash me on the table. First she wet me down and then she used a sponge and soaped me everywhere, she even stuck her finger in my ass cleaning me inside and out. She turned me over and did the same. However she spent extra time soaping up my crotch area. She touched my dick several times and finally put her fist around it bringing me to full erection. With one hand she massaged and soaped my balls while using the other hand to stroke up and down my cock. She justed smiled at me, like it was something she did every day. She kept stroking with her fist, her hand tight around my shaft with her thumb flicking the underside of my sensitive head! I tried to talk to her but she did not speak much English. "Please not now! Later Please!" I said She just smiled and kept stroking. I could feel my orgasm starting. My eyes glazed over, my by body tensed up, I was almost there! She pumped faster and faster! I arched my back about to yell when she stopped and squeezed the base of my dick stopping my orgasm. "Shhh!" she said as she put her finger to her mouth. She washed me off and back to the room we went! End Part 1 Asian Massage: Breeding Becky I had never been in to this particular AMP before. There's so many on every block in less wealthy parts of town that you could go to a different storefront every weekend for a year and never make a return visit, I'm sure. I walk in and I'm nervous, a bit, as I always am when entering an AMP. I hear footsteps on the hardwood floor walking toward me in the hall behind the front foyer office area, and lo and behold I'm greeted by a beautiful, tall, chinese woman. She must stand at least 5'10, maybe 5'11, perhaps this is due to heels. No, she's built, strong-blooded, able-bodied, the works. She's in her thirties, but is undeniably attractive. I'm 5 foot 8. She asks me how long for a massage and I hand her more than enough for an hour, so I say an hour, and keep it, referring to the 'change'. She unlocks the door, lets me in, and we embrace in a hug. It's a hearty hug, she's full and warm and a strong woman, not a waify, frail chinese woman but a hearty and voluptuous alpha. She directs me to a darkened room, and tells me she'll be back shortly. After she closes the door I undress. I am wearing a wide, soft vinyl cock ring that fully surrounds both my shaft and my scrotum. I see the table with amenities and take the oil, pumping a generous amount into my hand, lubricating, 'polishing' my cock. At this point I'm eagerly anticipating the moment when she re-enters and my nude body is on display, so naturally I'm rock hard. I pull my foreskin back and tightly grasp around my glans for a few seconds, pumping blood deeply several times with pelvic flexing. I then lay down on the massage table and fold my penis back so it's laying flat behind me. Erect, glans exposed and pressed into the bed, I'm laying face down. It's almost uncomfortable laying that way with a fully erect cock unless I arch my back, so I do so. My legs are widened a bit as well, to widen the view and allow for easier access and exposure to my genitals. She enters and greets me again, while I'm still remaining face down. I do turn to look at her though and thank her. She asks me if I want oil and I confirm that I would prefer that. Skipping the step where they'd normally cover your genital area with a small towel, she puts some oil on my feet and starts with them - briefly - before moving to my neck and shoulders. While caressing my neck, she moved to my scalp, rubbing her hands and probing with her fingers across my skin and through my hair. I have long hair and she asked me about it, as well as making small talk asking if I had been there before, if I was single, my job, and so forth. I learned about her, she shared that her husband was kind of a sad drunk defeated husk of a man, and cruel at that, and they haven't had any type of love in their relationship for years, so she's divorcing. Some kind of tale of that variety anyway. As she moved from my neck down to my back, she progressed to past my immediate buttocks and moved to my knees, lower leg, and feet. She then started rubbing from my knees up to my thigh and ass, and would periodically skim her fingers / nails across my dick or balls. My balls are always shaved extremely closely, smoothly, so they remain succulent and devoid of occluding hairs. When I wear my cock ring for hours, as I had this day, my balls begin to bulge a bit and become prominently spherical popping out below my dick. They almost become erect as well when my cock is hard, as a result of being hoisted inside the same harnessing ring. Her brushing of my ass, balls, and dick had made me quite hard and I was regularly flexing my cock as she did this, so she finally just snapped. Speaking through a thick accent and copious saliva, she stuttered out "holy shit. Do you just want a blojo- or handjob now? You are like already hard and it just save time" I looked at her while turning around so I was now laying on my back - I saw that she was unable to conceal a smile as she quickly rambled on frantically: "It's just that - OH WOW, holy shit, how the fuck? That's yours? How is your dick so big? On you" She went in to this quickly distracted stream of consciousness as I turned around. Undeniably, my dick was larger than it had ever seemed before, was engorged because of the ring, and I was mentally and physically stimulated by this asian queen archetype. My cock, through rigorous exercise, stretching, and intent, has now grown to 7 and 1/4 inches in length fully erect, 6 inches girth, which I was now. I ended up laughing a lot at her comments as she compared my physique and behavior to her other 'regular clients'. People don't normally do this, she told me. I never even received a full massage from her before she basically interrupted herself to quickly, in an exasperated way, ask me if I'd like my handjob now. I had to assume based on her frazzled speaking, hair playing, and insistence that I'm 'so cute', that she was actually strongly attracted to me and wanted to cut to the chase. I did confirm that I wanted her to move to my cock, of course, and so I knelt, sat, and stood for the next 20 or 30 minutes giving her the prize. It was toward the closing end of the day, so she began to explain that she was rushing things since it was late and it's what happens anyway. (As though the massage was less important to her than the get-to-stroking-their-dick part). She oiled up her hands and my cock and went to work playing with it, asking me about my cock ring, and telling me how she liked it. I urged her to suck it, but she was saying that she can't do that, it's late, and she doesn't, she can't. OK, fine. I stuck my hand between her legs, she didn't resist at all, and snuck them between her panties. She was wearing a skirt, so it was inviting and available in such an intimate setting. I quickly probed around her wet, warm clit with my fingers and started feeling her body wrack, warp, contort, and shape itself around my hand and body as I stimulated her pussy. At this point, she's stroking my dick inches from her face and I'm all up in her cunt with a few fingers. I take my other hand and push up her shirt and she adjusts her bra for me. I ask if she can take any of her clothing off and try to lift it off myself, and she says she can't, because "mamasan" is nearby and she also has to answer the door any moment. Alright, I get it, that's fine. I go to kiss her and she says "I smoke". I tell her I do too, and she's rolling her eyes in mock resistance, and I go in and kiss her. It's a brief tongue kiss, I feel and taste as much of her mouth before she pulls away, and I lick her nose and cheek as I go in again. The warm saliva and skin of the inner mouth turns me on with renewed vigor. She returns her focus to stroking with a lot of force and intense eye and mouth concentration - it was as though her mouth was salivating for my dick. So I did what was only natural, and guided her head down. She resisted, and said no, she can't. I did it a few more times and while she wasn't upset, she was not going to allow my cock to enter her mouth. So I didn't enter her mouth. She brought me to climax, which is really saying I allowed myself to climax and I came with several spurts while she was above my cock - her hair draping down, me leaning forward with one breast lifted to my hungry mouth as I suck her nipple - and it was an invigorating ejaculation of lust for her, semen landing on her top, her legs, my chest, my legs, and a big glob right on my ballsack, right where it came from. I'm exhausted, she's sweating, she's also surprised and continues to blurt comments, clearly falling back to a safety of just gabbing on and on when she's nervous. Towards the end of the handjob I asked her if she could make use of a condom, which was done via gestures rather than explicit mention. She said not tonight, no.. . and it didn't sound entirely convincing, so I asked (commanded): "So next time, then." She cleaned me up, nicely wiping my ballsack (which she took her time to do, and held, caressed, and squeezed a few times. She did the same with my shaft, taking very cute and delicate effort to "weigh" it by holding it up and feeling the heat of the protruding, bulging genitals I was proudly displaying. After I was cleaned up, I started to get dressed while she was off putting dirty towels to wash. My underwear of choice for settings such as these are shear, tight fitting polyester, lycra, nylon type garments. The white ones I wore did very little to compress or conceal anything: So when my masseuse returned, she saw me in a button up with rolled sleeves, a patterned tank underneath, and white, bulging, veiny, bulbous sports briefs! She laughed and immediately cupped my cock and balls through the fabric. I still wanted her, and was greatly hard, so I quickly popped my dick and balls out above the briefs by pulling them down, and thrust them into her hand proper. I told her to keep feeling it, while I then grabbed my pants and put them on, one leg at a time. The fly was unzipped and unsnapped, and I didn't pull them up all the way - but she never stopped stroking my dick during this! I was then fully dressed, excepting my socks and dress shoes, as she pumped my pink, straining dick projecting out from my groin like a handle. She said it was time, and I already knew it was, because of the clock. She turned and left the room. I gathered my keys and wallet into my pockets and left. I hadn't bothered with my pants yet. As I emerged from the door I saw she was waiting there with 2 small mini cups of water. She giggled as she saw my dick was still sticking straight out, and handed me the water, which I took with both hands. Her hands, now free, patted my cock back and forth, from side to side, as though it was a game. After I finished the waters, I crumpled them and stuck them in a pocket and then hugged her. She hugged me back strongly, and my dick, at this point wet with precum again, was pressed against her chest. After our hug, she held my dick and carefully led me down the hall, where the door to the entryway was, so I could depart. Feeling she had been sufficiently attuned to my penis, I put my reproductive organs back in my pants, kissed her goodbye, and left. I had obtained her name, when she worked, a potentially true history about her, and her willingness to become sexual with me. -- Visit 2 -- I returned a few weeks later, in the morning this time, first customer of the day as they opened. She immediately recognized me, brightened when she saw, opened the door, led me in, and told me she had thought about me just a few days ago. The next thing she did as soon as we were in the hall - after I hugged and kissed her - was to reach to my pants, this time easy, sheer gym shorts, and feel my cock. "You wear the ring?" I said "Maybe.." she said "You should." She led me to a room again and told me she'll be back soon. I had already told her it'd be an hour, but she didn't bother to collect money this time. I undressed, emptied my pockets, opened my wallet, removed the condom and the money, and placed them cleanly folded next to the rest of my clothing and belongings. When she came back, I was already laying down. I was wearing the ring, however this time my cock was not engorged, it was not with the foreskin already pulled back. I was 'modest', but it was still folded down, so she had access. I was still laying with a slightly widened posture. This time, I told her I wanted a "full massage, and other stuff, too..." with the grand verbal vagueness that I accompanied with placing my hand between her legs and expertly maneurving beside the fabric, quickly exploring her warm depths with my bare finger. She obviously liked it, but it wasn't that time yet. She began her legitimate massage on my back. When she moved to my legs, she began taking full strokes from toes to groin, and from groin up to head. Each time she'd brush, slide, patter, or tickle across my cock and balls on the way by. I was loving every moment of it, and the massage itself was removing contortions, knots, and muscle stress, as well. She was talented with her hands and had genuine healing potential. When she had me turn over some 15 or 20 minutes later, she started with some oil around my midsection and very quickly moved to my dick, without asking. "So you want this now?" she asked and I was smiling wide, grinning and nodding at her stupidly, staring down at her from my naked body as she wielded my cock like a huge tuber vegetable still lodged in the ground. I asked, again, if she could get naked, and she said she can't. So I did the next closest thing and pulled her garments aside: her panties came down (her flexible tube skirt again allowed for easy access) and her top came up, bra pushed down. I now had full on display of her pussy: it was mostly shaved, and quite a fine sight of its own. Her nipples were large, engorged, and tube-like - they fit in my mouth like much tastier, meatier morsels of flesh compared to previous mounds I had feasted on. I finger fucked her for a while as she stroked my cock, and then had her lay on the massage table. I went down on her - tasting her most intimate womanhood and I lapped and lubed her eagerly with my mouth to the agreement of her moans. I went to the side table, retrieved my condom, showed her it, and nodded in a way that showed I was asking for approval. She acknowledged, confirmed, and obliged. She was saying she can't do this, and shouldn't, but also saying that she knows I wanted it last time - so I of course jumped in, saying yeah, we agreed to do this next time when I came by! Which seemed to be the reasoning she wanted to hear too, as she allowed me to commence. I wrapped up my buddy and slid in to her as she lay on the table. Oh, god it felt good. The first I had had in a year. The oldest I have had. The kinkiest and most taboo I have had. Her comments immediately centered on how large it was, how I should be careful because I don't know if it's even going to fit in her, etc. I allayed her fears by saying my ex, smaller than her, could take me - and she cutely cried out "That don't mean shit! That does not mean my pussy can fit!" Her English was quick, heavily accented, and with telltale grammar constructs that show it's legitimate ESL. But she was smart, and this was apparent, too. She was a bigger woman than me by some heft when it came to love making, and this turned me on further. I pushed my body against hers, her legs straight up, me pile driving in to her like a plank on top. My hair was falling in her face and I kept licking her mouth and nose, kissing her forehead. I'm fully naked with a cock ring on, and she's fully clothed with her panties pulled down, her top stretched upwards. It's an erotic coupling, on this tiny massage table. I find out I can grip the table itself, something not typical in this position, and now I can fully support my body weight. This allows me to pull my body very strongly in to hers, giving me very deep, powerful thrusts. In this position, her legs are being smushed down into her chest as I fuck her. It runs through my head that this is probably actually not something she does after all, given how she's described most customers; shy, inept, ugly, out of shape, fat. I've been through phases and degrees of that, but now I'm getting in the best shape of my life and I guess she's reaping the rewards of that. We change positions and I lay back now, and she sits on me. She's bouncing on my cock, and then sitting and grinding, and then bouncing - and then she's paused, elevating her entry point enough to give me range of motion to begin my own half. For a slow moment I hoist myself up to kiss her, and enjoy the sight of her swelling flesh pull on my glans rim as I rock my hips. I start pumping in to her from below, feeling my balls wobble around in restricted movements due to the cock ring, pulling and stretching my genital skin further, turning me on. I exit her, and again she takes position on the massage table on her back. I begin fucking her intensely and talking dirty - telling her how much I know she loves it, needs it, wanted it. I actually climax during this, laying on top of her during my cock tensing and flinching, feeling cum shoot into the condom as I continue my rhythm. I'm sweating profusely and thank her, telling her how much I like her. I take off the condom and throw it to the ground with a splat, and return to caressing her. I kiss her, I suck her nipples, I massage her now puffy pussy, which has changed its shape since we first exposed ourselves to each other. She's resuming token resistance about the sex, asking if I know how much it's going to cost me, etc. I'm not swayed, she's still unable to resist my smile, nor am I hers, and it's clear that despite the customer/business relationship, there's a physical lusting element that is playing a part. I start to grow hard again as I'm kissing her and fondling her tenderly. We're both standing up, as we had shortly after finishing the first round, after I had cum. I'm gesturing to her and hinting at sex again, and she's telling me that she can't, she can't get sweaty, she can't shower like I can if she gets dirty, she's AT WORK and can't just DO THIS. Haha, okay okay I get it.. I say it cooly and without concern as I continue probing her body. Soon she's laying back on the massage table again, and I'm stroking my cock. This time, there's no condom on. I'm thinking about how much I want to fuck her, and especially skin to skin, but I'm having intrusive fearful thoughts of how unwise that would be, how potentially unclean it could be. I banish those thoughts, preferring the passion of lovemaking instead, and plunge in to her. It's immediate bliss. I feel the soft folds of her gently popping, pulling, and ceding under my girth, and I feel every bit of suction and warm, moist lubricant slide across my veins and glans. I push down into her hard, gripping the massage table, and begin furiously pumping in to her. It's actually gyrating the table and making noise, and I don't care. I'm verbally reminding her how much she loves my cock, how much she knows her pussy was made for me. I tell her that the proper place for her pussy is on my dick, and she looks at me with a surprised face while I continue bottoming out in to her. I tell Becky that the proper home for my cock is inside of her. I tell her how much I know she wants someone to fuck, for relief, after such a dissatisfying marriage. As I press in to her deeply, I curve and arch my penis upwards, scooping in to her, and I pulsate my pelvic and groin muscles, twitching inside of her, allowing myself to feel and savor her vaginal softness via the sensory tip of my penis. I laugh as I remind myself that she hasn't had her bare lips around my head yet to give me oral, yet i've tasted her nectar and I'm moments from pumping my seed in to her. I feel the surge of energy in my groin, abdomen, chest and thighs and brace myself for controlled motion in the key moment of triumph. I exhale hot breath across her neck and kiss her passionately on her neck up to her chin, lower lip, and kiss her with my tongue. While I'm doing that I am flexing my thighs, holding a prolonged deep thrust into her, and allowing my cock to twitch as I pour in to her. I slide in and out of her a few more times for proper dispersal and hear a chime from the front door. Ha, someone walked in, as she's feared! I pull out of her with that slimy slick suction popping and get off of her. She quickly hops off the table, pulls up her panties, straightens her bra and pulls her top back in position, and opens the door. Admittedly, she was in the most basic of ways, re-concealed. There wasn't any obvious indication she had just been fucked, let alone that there was at that moment semen from a client nestled inside of her. I heard murmuring, "Later" and the door chimed and jingled again. She came back in and said "You so bad! Not supposed to here. Here I can't shower! I can't do this! This is work!" Some very close variation of that, anyway. Apparently she was trying to indicate that what we just did shouldn't have happened, even though she was obliging every step of the way. I was satisfied to have marked my territory, obtained a new cock sheath, and deposited to her a seed, that she may be properly hooked. Plus the thought of all those men that day she'd give a massage to, some undoubtedly a handjob, all the while my cum had already marked the prize? It would be there, pheromones lingering, chemicals acting: I had laid my stake already, the scent was there to remind her, and the moistness between her legs would remain until the next shower, or someone cleans it from her. I had done it: a tall, strong, healthy Chinese woman submitted to the power of large cock. And dimples. Asian Massage: Breeding Becky -- Visit 3 -- My next visit was the very next weekend's Saturday, morning once again, so I'm their first customer (and likely by extension, Becky's first sexual experience of the day.) After hearing the door jingle, a few racing seconds passed and she appeared behind the counter. Her face immediately lit up into a smile and she discretely skipped to the door to let me in. We kissed and she led me to the nearest room, asking how I've been, and so happy to see me. She was wearing a sheer green dress, and no panties or bra. I immediately asked about the lack of undergarments and she claimed she simply didn't have time. Hah, I think in reality she knew I'd be back and wanted to be ready. My penis and testicles bulging, encouraged by the cock ring, I laid her down on the table and undressed. She waited for me to undress and pulled the top of her dress down, giving me access to both of her beautiful large orbs and dark brown sausages of nipples she has. As I lean in to her and begin kissing and sucking her, Becky starts talking about kids we'd make, and how they're gonna be "Not so bad, hey?" She's referring to me, adoring my face and brushing my hair and saying I'm sexy, while I give her equal praise and show it to her by tasting her everywhere. I step on to the massage table she's laying on, narrow as it is, and plunge my length in to her. She squeels and again feigns resistance, but I know it's exactly what she's been waiting for. I put her long, thick, mare legs over my shoulders and press in to her with hard thrusts. I've groped her deepest regions with my glans for about 30 seconds when I feel a surge of energy travel from my core down the length of my penis. It's not an orgasm, but it's semen, and it's lubricating her without the normal orgasmic convulsions. She remarks in a way that indicates she feels the moisture, but it fades beneath my continued thrusts. I'm using my ejaculate as lubrication now, working my semen in to her thoroughly and listening for her audible womanly moans of acceptance. I withdraw and ask her to lay down on the massage table, so now I'm squatting over her, her back and ass arched, as I scoop my hips, and thus, my cock, in to her from behind. I see a fine white foam forming around her lips and applying itself to my shaft as I piston in to her. Her stature dwarfs mine - it's so apparent from behind, her chest and back alone are wider than my body. But disproportionately, my penis is of enough heft to make this chinese amazon submit, and to submit fully. The beauty of the sight makes me lay my body close to hers, kissing Becky's face and lips from the side, as I wiggle and pulsate my cock in to her. I tell her I'm going to cum, and allow my posture and intent to lead me to that goal. I earnestly pump in to her with long, steady strokes, without chaotic motions, in order to let her sense the pulsing and ejaculation eruption from my cock once the orgasm climaxes. I feel the electrified surging from my inner to my testicles and down my penis, timing a final long thrust for the moment of exodus. I nestle my engorged manhood in to her solidly and allow my reproductive organs to completely empty themselves inside of Becky. I encourage the final spurts of semen by returning to a slow rythmic pumping, ensuring deep dispersal and insemination. She's smiling and talking again about how fortunate and pleased she'd be with children if she were to be pregnant. I'm just happy to be breeding this woman, as it's a fantasy come reality. I sit on the table, my cock engorged with blood and bright with lust. Being 'presented' as I am like this immediately returns my member to full erection, and I direct Becky over to sit on top of me. I adjust myself and lay back so she can straddle me, allowing me to pump in to her from below for a while, making quite a bit of noise with the massage table in the process. I enjoy the slapping and squishing of my balls against her pubic area while in this position, and her long black hair is falling in front of her face, making her look more primal and alluring. When she requests stopping due to the noise, I tell her just to lay back instead. So she obliges, and I return to the safety of her inner folds. I spread her legs this time and allow myself to fully ravage her missionary style. I wrap her legs around me and feel her feet press in to my ass, in turn pressing me into her vagina even harder. I look her in the eyes while drilling in to her with determination, her voluptuous form jiggling beneath me, the room smelling already of sex and desire. I don't tell her I'm cumming this time and instead let my body and groans speak for it. I have my hands under her thighs and I'm pulling her hips in to my groin as I fuck her. An amazing burst of energy rocks my spine and takes over my hips and legs, jamming my cock in to her while injecting as much seed as could be recuperated in the refractory time. We remained embraced for some time, enjoying the warmth of her vagina, the moistness of my semen and her passion juice, Becky undoubtedly enjoying the fullness of having a still mostly erect cock inside, filling her with safety. Three times. Three loads today, four total, and with so much lust. If she isn't on the pill, she's pregnant. I agree with her that our kids will be lucky genetically, and that I'll be a good father to them. I let her know she can get away from that jerk husband and we'll have great sex together. She's laughing as we clean ourselves up (re: just dabbing off any visible cum on our bodies, she otherwise left the cum within her), and we both get dressed. I thank her, and kiss her, and she joyfully skips me back to the window, asking me to come back soon with an adorable smile. I assure her I will, as I re-emerge, ready to enjoy a beautiful Saturday.