I got fucked in a gay massage parlor
Her hands worked lower and lower, rubbing larger and larger swaths of my ass and inner thighs. I wasn’t really here for a massage anyways. The massage that followed was mediocre at best. Then she began to drag them across my back. She poured a bit of oil on her hands and rubbed them together to warm it. She quickly crossed the room, dragging her hand along my towel covered ass on her way to a small table. The door swung open and my masseuse stepped in again. ‘Looks like Mama-San is earning her tips today.’ As I waited I began to notice some soft slapping sounds coming from the next room over. You have to show you are willing to break the rules first if you want a happy ending. These girls are very careful with someone who is guarded. A key part in getting these women to fuck is to show you don’t care if she sees you. I quickly laid face down on the bed, choosing to cover myself with the washcloth instead of the body towel. She stepped out of the room as I finished stripping. It’s not every day I get those gestures fake or otherwise. I smiled in return, recognizing she is putting on an act but appreciating the effort all the same. She met my eyes and withdrew her hand with a guilty grin. She reached over and laid her hand on my pec as I bared my chest. “Very nice,” she said as her eye skimmed my form. As she quickly counted I began to undress. I made sure to flash the numerous extra bills in my wallet so she would know I was prepared for some tipping. I forked over the bills, idly wondering if good old Andy Jackson ever could have imagined his face would be paying for me to get my rocks off in some Asian cunt. I wanted every second of time I could have with that body. I guess that’s why even Mama-San is getting some pipe laid today. She gestured to the walls with a faint smile. “Got to be quiet,” she whispered, stepping close. The room was dimly lit by a lamp in the corner, a strange selection of Mariah Carrey and Nikki Minaj playing quietly from a speaker in the corner. She quickly stepped in after me and shut the door. As I slipped by her in the doorway I caught a faint scent of her perfume, something subtle and flowery. She nodded and gestured for me to enter the room. I replied that yes, I very much wanted a massage. To be honest if I saw that woman at a bar I would be all over her. She was wearing a short dress that revealed nice toned legs. She was about 4’2, long hair done up in a loose bun, and a slim body just like I have always liked. The guy in front of me was grabbed by this short, toad looking woman who I can only imagine was the Mama-san.Īfter they disappeared into a room a much younger woman appeared from a door in the back. As it turns out the line worked to my favor.
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I sat down and waited, idly watching through the blinds on the front windows for suspicious looking cars. Unless you have been a John waiting in a line of Johns you probably don’t understand how awkward that can be. Anyways, I walked into the massage parlor to find a line.