Masseuse Masturbation 1

I just read a story about “happy ending” massages and realized I’ve experienced three of them. Might as well get them off my chest! First time…

In the late 70s in downtown Vancouver, parked cars were being targeted by flyers advertising something called “Diana’s Den.” This was clearly some kind of sex service and I was curious about it. I had just received a big pay raise and had lots of money to burn. I also hadn’t had any kind of sex for awhile besides my chronic masturbation habit. It was fine, but I wanted some variety.

Around 4:00 one afternoon, at the end of my work day, I grabbed one of the flyers and went to a well-known downtown hotel where I searched for a cabbie who looked to have a handle on the disreputable side of Vancouver. I saw one who looked to be 40 or 50 and got in his cab. He asked me, in a pretty heavy East European accent, where I wanted to go. I showed him the flyer and asked if he knew anything about the place. He said he didn’t and asked me flat-out if I was a cop. I said no, and even showed him my driver’s license and one of my business cards. That seemed to satisfy him.

“OK,” he said, “everyone knows about Diana’s but I can take you to a better place. It costs $20 to get through the door and then you settle what you want with the girl.” I said it sounded good and off we drove. It was a long drive (and a good fare for the driver!) to a quiet neighbourhood near UBC. The houses were older, but well-kept. He pulled up to the curb and said to go to the house numbered __. I paid him with a generous tip and asked if he could come back in an hour and he agreed.

I went to the house in question and there was a woman who looked to be in her 40s looking out the window who would have been well-positioned to see me get out of the cab. I knocked on the door, she answered and asked what I wanted (also in a heavy East European accent). I said I was after a massage. She said it’d be $20 “to start” and pointed to a bedroom door where she said I should undress. I gave her the twenty, went in the room, stripped naked, and laid down on my stomach on the table in the middle of the room.

A few minutes later the same woman came in wearing a long robe. I asked how long it would take as I had the cab coming back in an hour or so, and how much a “special finish” would be. She said no problem meeting the cab and the “finish” was $40, and although $60 total seemed a bit steep for a back rub and handjob at that time, I agreed. As I said, I was horny and flush. She took off the robe, revealing her tall, somewhat chunky body (I’ve always loved chunky and I don’t mean candy bars). She took off her bra, liberating a pair of very big, nicely saggy and hard-nippled titties. She said I could play with her boobs, but not her pussy. She had a pair of decently sexy panties on and I could make out her thick bush beneath - there were some pubic hairs sticking out from the sides. I lay my head back down on the table and she went to work on my back.

She was actually very good at massage and worked my oiled body with her very strong hands. I had been semi-hard all along and once she started up my thighs and finished up by working on my butt I was magnificently, throbbingly erect. She pressed her huge breasts against my body and slid her rock-hard nipples around me through the oil. She said I should turn over and when I did she put a towel over my hard cock and began a legit massage of my shoulders and chest. I reached out and filled my hands with soft, oily titty. God, they felt so good, and I asked if I could suck on them. She said just for a bit and dangled them over my mouth. I guided her hard nipples into my mouth and settled down to a nice titty suck. It seemed to go on for a long time, but I don’t think it was more than a minute.

She stood up fully and slowly pulled the towel off my horny cock and balls. She took me softly in her right hand and gently squeezed. A lot of pre-cum leaked out and dribbled down my shaft. She started a slow stroke and got my meat nice and slick. She continued jacking me in a soft, sensuous grip and occasionally stopped to gently squeeze my drawn-up, tight balls. Then she’d let me cool down a bit before resuming the stroking of my cock, keeping me edged to the point of orgasm. Finally, when I moaned that I couldn’t take much more, she put a good-sized dollop of oil in her hand. She started a harder, steady beat on my cock and took my balls into her left hand for a sweet caress. She concentrated her wanking on my cockhead and, after no more than 30 seconds, I blew a massive, ball-draining load. I shot about five or six spurts a foot or two in the air, and a couple of them splashed her wondrous boobs. She kept up the beat and worked the rest of the wad out in a rhythmically pulsating and powerful dribble. What a cum! My belly and chest were covered in my thick, warm jism. She grabbed a small towel and wiped the cum off both of us, before telling me I could shower in the bathroom next door.