Unintended Prostate Massage

A few days ago, I went for my typical monthly massage, but my regular therapist wasn't available. I was introduced to a new therapist by the receptionist who said "She will give you great massage." The new massage therapist was an attractive, conservatively dressed, asian lady about 30. So I paid for the massage and followed the therapist back to the room. I disrobed, lay face down on the towel covering the massage table, and pulled another towel over my butt. She started by repositioning the towel over my entire back, still covering my butt. She then began the massage over my back through the towel with just some firm pressing & stretching. Moving the towel over my butt again, she dribbled warm oil over my back and began to massage. Firm hands kneaded my tight back muscles. Her technique wasn't exactly Swedish or Shiatsu. It was more broad and flowing, but still firm. She surprised me when she jumped on the table and straddled my butt, massaging from my neck down to my far lower back in long, smooth strokes. Every time her hands went from my neck down to my lower back I felt a welcoming tingle in my groin. Without releasing her touch of my back, she dismounted from me, flung the towel off my butt onto the foot of the table and moved around to the end of the table by my head. She continued with that wonderful long smooth technique from my neck down to the small of my back. Then she surprised me again by climbing onto the table, positioning her knees on either side of my head. She continued with the long smooth strokes down my back, with each stroke venturing a bit farther from my neck onto my most lower back and then inching down onto my butt. Cupping my butt cheeks, her strokes went all the way up to my neck and back. Every time it resulted in that tingle, warming and intensifying. I was in heaven. It was the most sensual, stimulating, and at the same time most relaxing massage I'd ever had. I'm quite hairy, so she mumbled something about more oil and she dribbled more of that warm oil on the small of my back and onto my butt cheeks. A few drops fell into my crack & that tingle in my groin increased as the drops ran down between my cheeks. She climbed back onto the foot of the table and spread my feet so she could sit between them. More oil was dripped onto the backs of my thighs and calves. She duplicated those long flowing firm strokes on the back of my legs, from my ankles, through my calves, over my hamstrings, and up to my butt cheeks. Sometimes, her hands moved farther out and massaged my hips, and sometimes moved farther in and massaged my inner thighs. Then her hands slowed down and made lighter and shorter strokes over my upper thighs and cheeks. The tingle intensified even more and my dick began to grow, pushing down between my legs. I spread my legs a bit more and her hands would "accidentally" brush against my balls or penis. She stopped and asked "More Oil?" I said yes and she went back to the stand against the wall, opened a different container, and used a waxing stick to get a glob of coconut oil and shared it over her hands. Spreading the coconut oil over my cheeks and upper thighs she resumed the massage, but with more pressure and intensity. Her hands massaged deeply inside my thighs and moved up to my cheeks, ever more closer to my crack. She began spreading my cheeks, opening me up and exposing my crack and anus. Keeping a hand on one of my cheeks, the other hand started at the top of my cheeks and slowly worked down my crack. Then she did it, she touched my anus. No one (other than a doctor) had touched my hole before. My dick jumped and the tingles intensified throughout my groin. She slowly drew circles around my anus, gently and patiently massaging and waiting for permission to enter. Then suddenly, her finger pressed more deeply inside me. Fireworks exploded in my head and my entire body was tingling. Continuing drawing circles, she was now deep within my rectum and the fireworks continued. I pushed against her hand and she slipped a second finger in and buried them both as deep as she could. My dick was rock hard and pulsating by now, and even though I was still laying on my front, it was comfortable pushed down between my legs. The two fingers inside me began stroking my prostate, curling and alternating the incredible pleasure she was providing. Her other hand was flat against my cock, rubbing it back and forth. I raised my hips off the table slightly which changed the angle of her hand and fireworks again exploded all around me. She pressed deeper and harder against my prostate and encircled my rock hard pulsating member with her free hand. That was all I needed. I gasped and exploded, releasing my pent up tensions. Again Fireworks in my head, in technicolor, with Dolby sound all around! I collapsed onto the table, relaxed as Jello, as the fireworks and sound faded. Intuitively, she stayed with me through this time. Her hands were still inside my rectum and around my penis, but were perfectly still. We enjoyed the intimate glow of coming down after an amazing prostate massage. After what seems like a couple of minutes, she almost imperceptibly began to alternate stroking my penis and my prostate. The movements were incredibly small and gentle. She asked permission to remove her hands, and she gently and slowly removed them. The towel under me was a messy mixture of oil and semen, but she expertly slid it out from under me without getting any one either of us. Getting a hot towel, she gently cleaned the oil and semen off of me. I check the time and all this had taken 45 minutes. She completed my hour with some gentle effleurage. It was hard getting off the table and getting dressed, my legs were still weak from the massage. She offered a bottle of water and a lingering hug. Although I never asked for it, that was an amazing massage experience.