My Time With The Masseuse

I've never had a professional massage or "happy ending" before; I was never really interested in it. I enjoy my sexual time as-is and never though I needed more help with it. However, in the job I've been working at for quite awhile, we get a lot of perks. Recently, we were invited to go get massages. The place we went was very upscale; not the kind of seedy "massage" place you'd go with the intention of getting a happy ending. As such, I knew that the massage would be very professional. After waiting a few minutes with some refreshments, we were asked to go to a changing room and take off all of our clothes. They asked us to stay in our underwear and change into robes that they provided. Our masseuses then called us by name and led us into our rooms. My masseuse was probably in her late-30s or early-40s and of average build (although fairly short). She was Asian and didn't speak much English, but she had a very nice voice. She asked me to remove my robe and said that I could either keep my underwear on or take it off, though she warned me that she wouldn't be able to massage my glutes if I kept them on. She left the room to give me some privacy, telling me to lie face-down on the table and pull the table's sheet over my body when I was ready. I removed my robe and elected to keep my underwear on, as I was a bit apprehensive having never had a massage before. I always wear boxer-briefs, as I like how they cling to me and act similarly to a jockstrap in how they keep my package together. I laid face-down on the table and, after adjusting my package to be in a comfortable position, asked her to come in. She quickly got to work, rubbing me down with oil. We spoke a bit as she worked, and she told me her name was Theresa. She found pressure points on my back and worked them out very well. Occasionally, she worked oil on my glutes, pushing it underneath my underwear which stimulated my cock. She was very effective and the experience was extremely relaxing. After 30 minutes or so she asked me to turn over. Because I was face-down on the table, my penis had remained fairly soft. In spite of this, my cock tends to form a large bulge even when flaccid. As I turned over, my manhood was clearly forming a bulge in the pouch of my boxer-briefs and remained visible even after she pulled the sheet over me. I was beginning to feel very comfortable with her, and explained why I had kept my underwear on. She thought this was amusing, and I told her she could remove them if she thought it would be better. Again, at this point I was still expecting a professional massage. She began working my chest and shoulders, which was much more sensual than the work she had done on my back. After a few minutes of this, she asked to pull down my underwear so that she could massage my thighs. I obliged and raised my midsection off the table so that she could pull them down. I was still pretty soft at this point and I didn't hear any kind of reaction from her, though I did peek my eyes and saw a slight smirk on her face as she undressed me. I spread my legs slightly so that my cock fell between them, as opposed to having it rest against either thigh and require re-adjustment. As she began working my thighs, the sensations it sent to my penis were incredible. My cock rapidly began to expand, and was almost fully erect in short notice. While I couldn't see it (I was keeping my eyes closed to relax), I had no doubt it was forming a significant tent. She massaged my thighs for 5 or 10 minutes, then returned to my chest and shoulders. She then began massaging my head, and kept at this for another 5 minutes or so. At this point she had been massaging me for just under an hour, and she told me that we were finished. I thanked her, and she left them room. I stayed on the table, as I needed my cock to go soft before I could get dress and go outside. 10-15 seconds after she had left, however, she came back in and said she was going to massage me a bit more. I thought this was odd, but she began massaging my head again. This time was different, however, as she used her fingernails to scratch my scalp and tousled my hair as she worked. She began calling me "baby", which legitimately surprised me and seemed indicative of what she was going to do next, though I was not expecting it. She then moved beside me and began massaging my thighs again, but spent only a couple of minutes on this before pulling the sheet aside completely and lightly grasping my shaft. She didn't ask me or say anything, and while I had no problem with this, I was astounded that she did it. Because the massage was paid for, I guess I didn't need to tip her any extra. Her technique was incredible, working my engorged cock with one hand while fondling my balls and gripping the bottom of my shaft with her other hand. I felt a large amount of precum dripping from my head, as she spread it between her fingers and rubbed it into my shaft along with more massage oil. Occasionally she rubbed my bulging cockhead with the palm of her hand, though I asked her to stop this as it was too sensitive. I also got a little adventurous and reached under her shirt to lightly rub her warm skin. She was fairly silent as she worked me, but made some soft noises that further stimulated me. I pride myself on my stamina, but she had been massaging me for so long and was working me with such a phenomenal technique that I only lasted a few minutes before cumming. I felt the familiar sensation in my balls and the base of my shaft, as I told her I was cumming. She encouraged me and aimed my penis back over my stomach. The first couple of blasts hit my chest, while the next few cleared my head entirely and landed on the floor behind me. The next couple of spurts hit my face, followed by a couple of dribbles on my waist. This was certainly the most copious load I had ever blown in a solo or mutual session, easily flying the furthest distance as well. After I had started deflating, she gently but firmly milked the rest of my semen from my cock. She then got a towel and lightly cleaned me off as she cooed over me. My penis was soft at this point and it fell backward over my stomach. After I was fully wiped down she had me stay on the table, retrieving my underwear and pulling it back onto me. As she did so, she deliberately handled my penis and balls, packing them into the pouch of my boxer-briefs. She then lightly patted and cupped my bulge, as if to ensure everything was properly situated. We then thanked each other, as I got back into my robe and returned to the changing room. This was an absolutely phenomenal experience. I have no idea if anybody else I went with was received a similar treatment, but it's a little too private to ask. If I ever go back, I'll be sure to ask for Theresa.