My tryst with massages began when I visited Thailand. No, it wasn’t all about happy endings back then! I didn’t even know that such services existed when I went there. Although it was just therapeutic at the time, I later learned about soapy/happy ending services. Back home, I was curious to try such experiences in India.
I read online that one could get a somewhat Thailand-like experience in India as well, where it begins with a normal massage and takes a twist when the masseuse makes certain strokes on the body, arousing and making you rock solid hard, and then she’d ask for extra services. That’s when the raunchy fun would start. Extra services would range from the masseuse allowing you to touch them to getting jerked off, getting BJs, all the way up to getting a ‘full service,’ which would straight away mean ‘sex.’
Being married but unsatisfied, I hoped for arousal during a normal massage followed by services like a handjob or sensual oral release – not full sex, which would be cheating. Many masseuses are professionals, so such acts aren’t expected at legitimate spas.
Come on, some of them would be licensed/certified for this job, might have gone through college and gotten those degrees, some would have specialized in sports massage, accident wounds/swelling massage, joint/back pain massage, or being an assistant to a physiotherapist, and whatnot. Such people are therapists in the real sense, as others are hookers who want to make a quick buck.
Hookers as massage therapists focus on completing a 1-hour session in less than 40 minutes by making the client aroused and then jerking them off. That’s how they’d make good money.
I was also looking for such an experience, and after extensive research, I came to know that such places exist. I found shady places offering the services I wanted, usually in inconspicuous mall locations. With my family away, I made an appointment at one such place. Those shady places offering such services would be in malls that almost no one visits or in larger malls or commercial spaces, that too in the very interiors, where police couldn’t even find them.
I went to a place, a commercial complex with hundreds of top restaurants and car showrooms on the outside and small boutique offices on the inside. On the first floor, at the extreme end, there were a few spas, and I had taken an appointment in one of them the previous Friday. So I just barged in at the decided time. There were two bouncers who doubled up as receptionists. I was shit scared.
“Hi, I called the other day asking for an appointment at 5 pm for an oil massage,” I told one of them.
“Oh yeah, you had called. I remember. What kind of massage would you require?” he enquired with a straight face and heavy voice.
“Any oil massage for 60 minutes would be sufficient,” I replied.
Then he gave me an entire catalogue to browse through, showing the range of services, they offered. Some had a normal bath after the massage, while some even had a luxurious jacuzzi. I went on scrolling till the last page. He just snatched the catalogue from me and told me, “I know what you’re looking for. Why don’t you tell me openly about your demands?” I was shivering at this point. Words couldn’t pop out of my mouth. I almost peed my pants as I got yellow with fear.
“You should communicate clearly what you want, else you won’t get anything, simple. I’d suggest you try the Nuru massage. You’d get every possible thing for one hour. Normally, had it been done other service, our girls would charge for each and everything separately, but here you won’t have to pay anything extra. I’d suggest that you don’t even tip the lady. It would cost 10k, all-inclusive. Nothing more, nothing less.” He straight away came to the point. If he would have done this at the start, I wouldn’t have become so afraid.
I thought and thought, Nuru massage, eh! I’ve read about it. I don’t think that would go too far, trying to match a typical Thailand experience. The masseuse would cover my body with some gel, then get partially naked and glide over, jerk me off, and that would probably be just about it. I was of the opinion that unless it had sex involved, it won’t amount to cheating. Anyway, a normal massage at a so-called ‘professional’ spa would also involve a therapist touching me everywhere, getting me hard, and that too was normal. So this wouldn’t amount to cheating.
Just after making the payment upfront, the other bouncer guy, with a small smile, said, “Let me escort you to the room.” He showed me the room upstairs and asked me to change. I locked myself and began changing, wore the disposable underwear, unlocked the door, and sat on the bed. Things seemed shady. It was still a good 5 minutes until the so-called therapist would come in.
I spent that time thinking about how afraid I was down there. Then I thought, the bouncer at the reception said you’d get everything. He said that multiple times, stressing the term ‘everything.’ The voice inside me said something’s not right. I was in a dual state of mind. The other part said, how far could it go? I was shivering from hair to toe. I hurriedly looked for my bag, pulled out my water bottle, and gulped down half of it, kept it back inside, and kept my bag down on the floor again.
The very next second, a short girl entered. She smiled and said hi to me. She was in a purple short dress that was very, very short. So short that if she’d bend down to pick up something from the floor, I’d be able to see half her ass. There was a lot of gaudy makeup on her face. She wore lipstick that was the same color as her dress. My heart pumped out through my chest as I was shit scared. More scared than I was downstairs.
“Hindi ki Marathi?” she asked. I said Marathi. Then she asked me for chai or coffee. I said coffee, and she went to get it. I said coffee because the caffeine would give me an energy boost enough for my body to stop shivering… at least. After she left the room, I was about to scream in fear. Holy moly, she was definitely a hooker. I didn’t know what to do. I went into a panic attack.
What have I done, where have I come? I have a loving wife, a good family, and I have come here. How will I be able to face them after this heinous act, which would be unforgivable? She came in, kept the paper cup in my hand, and winked at me, saying, “Don’t worry, it’ll be great. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” She came too close to me as she said that. There was a fragrance of a different world that emanated through her body. Her fingers touched mine as she handed over the cup, leading to a current flow through my body. I thought, I’ve paid so much, let’s go with the flow. When she tries to have sex, I’ll politely decline and say jerk me off and relieve me instead.
She came back to the room, asked me to lay face down, and I did. She turned off all lights and took off her dress. Shit was about to get real. She took off her bra and then her panties and kept them aside. She was standing behind me, fully naked. I was astounded. I just lay there motionless but with a hard erection. “Bolat ka nahis tu? Bolayla pahije. Kahitari bol,” what she meant was that since we’re about to have sex (well, almost), you need to break the ice and build a rapport with the other person. That makes a wonderful experience.
“Okay. Mala sang naav kay tuzha? Kuthe rahtos?” she asked me my name and where I live. I told her my name but lied about where I live. Then I asked her name. “Simran. Rahayla Chembur la. Ithe kamala lagun ekach mahina zhala.” She said her name as Simran (what a pseudonym, that’s not her real name, I betcha!), she stays in Chembur (a suburb of Mumbai), and it’s been a month she’s working here.
While I just lay there motionless, like I did in every massage session I’ve been to earlier, I was not used to all such small talks. While I’d love to be a part of it, the introvert me always pulls me back. She pressed all my pressure points in my feet, thighs. Then held both my hands and pulled me towards her, and my back cracked. Holy mother of god, I was there for that. Then she lifted up both my legs and pushed them on my back, “Dukhla ki sang,” she meant to tell me when it pains, I’ll release your legs. My legs cracked, and I was like, me gusta, this is awesome.
She slid my right leg to the side, climbed on the bed, and sat on my thighs. It would have been pretty normal, but I realized she was completely butt naked. Her smooth ass was on my thigh, making me harder than ever. She massaged my thighs one at a time, arousing me even further. Then she said, “Arre, tu hi panty ka ghatli aahe. Garaj navhti. Nuru massage kartoy na apan.” She said there was no need to wear the disposable underwear since it was a Nuru massage. Then she slowly pulled it out and tossed it on the ground.
There was silent soft music going on. The AC was pumped up, and I started to feel numb. She asked me if I’d like her to massage me with cream or gel. I thought gel would be more sticky, so I said cream. She took a jar of cream and started applying it on the back side of my legs.
“Raja mala sang, tula mahit aahe na nuru madhe kay aahe?” she asked me if I knew what all the Nuru comprised. Initially, I acted as if I didn’t know anything. Then I said the bodies rub against each other. “Ani kay pudhe?” and what next, she asked. Then I gulped down a lump that was there in my throat and said “sex.” She exclaimed “barobar.”
I told her that I’m sorry, I don’t want sex, and that she can complete the massage, rub herself a bit on my body, then jerk me off, and we’d be good to go. “Massage?” she said and gave a wicked chuckle. She told me to take 10 minutes and think about it, stating that I’ve paid that much, so it’s going to be a great experience. She guaranteed it.
While all this was happening, she was simply applying the cream on my thighs, my inner thighs, and slowly on my buttocks. She tickled it, then very mildly scratched it with her nails, then took a big chunk of the cream and put it in my asshole. She put all her fingers in one by one, spreading the cream inside. That was seducing.
Slowly she told me to keep both my legs at right angles at my knees so that there’s more space. I wondered what she’d do. She reached my balls and slowly tickled them. That made me forget the world. It made me forget my problems, it made me forget my office, my bastard seniors, the shit ass colleagues, everything. I told her, if I’m very much aroused, I’d rub my penis on her vagina, max to max, but no real sex. She said it’s fine, but she’s ready to get the ‘packet’ if I change my mind.
“‘Packet?’ I asked. ‘Arre ho re, packet shivay kahich hot nahi bhiu nakos.’ I understood, she meant condom.
The very next second, she was on my back. Her boobs touched my back, leading to another current flow through me. She was all greasy with the cream she put on her body. Not to mention the AC had made our skin surfaces almost frozen. The way she glided on my back led me to gasp in a very sexual way. Probably now, even she got a current flowing through her, and she too gasped. I was feeling tickled due to the gush of air coming through her mouth. “Kasa vattay,” how are you feeling, she whispered and slowly kissed my ear. I was completely hypnotized. “Tujhyat veglich jaadu aahe,” there’s a different magic in you, I said slowly.
She told me to turn around while she applied another chunk of the cream in between her thighs. She stroked my rock-hard penis once and got over me. She glided over me like a serpent. Our genitals touched. She went back and forth for quite some time. We both ran into sexual gasps every other second. That was a heavenly experience. “Vedya, feel kar mala. Pakad mala ghatt. Majhe boobs press kar. Jamat nasel tar baghu nakos mala. Dole band kar ani asa vichar kar ki bayko sobat sex kartoys.”
Shit had gone to another different level when she said that. She meant that she wanted me to hold her, feel her, as well as her boobs, and if that’s not possible, think as if I’m having sex with my wife, and that I may close my eyes while doing so if uncomfortable.
She pulled my penis and kept it in between her thighs and rubbed vigorously for quite a lot of time. Occasionally she would move back and forth. Our bodies had gotten cold due to the cream and the AC. It felt awesome when my penis glided through her extra smooth thighs.
I kissed her, then she brushed her lips onto mine. She gave a peck on my lips. I felt like sucking her lips like anything. I tried twice, but she smiled and said no. So I stopped. She continued rubbing her lips on mine. We both burst into long breathing, felt each other’s heart vibrating as if it would tear us off. She even applied some cream on her boobs and ran my penis in there. I pressed and pinched her butt cheeks, put my fingers inside her ass, she gasped and lifted herself a few inches, then came down again.
There was a lot of cum in me waiting to strike out, but it wouldn’t come off. She got up and sat in front of me, now starting to jerk me off very rigorously. We both burst into moans. We did it for 5 minutes. My penis had become red and swollen. She seemed bored but didn’t show. She asked me to hold one of her hands.
I asked her if it’s possible to get the packet. I couldn’t believe I said that. The pleasure I was receiving changed me. I became a different person due to the experience. She got down and opened the door ajar and shouted, “Sachin, packet de.” Some Sachin came running and handed her the packet. She closed the door and sprang on the bed.
She tore the wrapper with her teeth, which sent different vibes across me. She fit the condom on my little brother down and rode it like a cowgirl riding a horse. We burst into moans for quite a long time. At a point, I realized that my penis wasn’t being stroked, thanks to the bulgy fat I had. All aroused and wanting more, she said, “Vedya, tujhyat itka stamina aahe asa vatat nahi pan mast vattay. Chalu de thoda vel,” meaning she didn’t believe I had so much stamina. She continued with moans while panting simultaneously.
I told her I’m not feeling anything down there. She exclaimed, “Mala tujhya angakhali ghe ani chalu rahu de!” she told me to take her under me and keep the show running. I did. I tried pushing myself inside her, but couldn’t. She too tried; we failed within 2-3 strokes.
She was laughing and said, “Lodya, he tujhya pota mule aahe. Weight kami karun ye next time. Ajun jast maja karu,” she told me that I’m a fat lazy bum, asked me to reduce my weight next time, and visit her again so that we’ll enjoy more than now. She said that with a nasty wink. Then she told me, let’s try a few positions, if it happens, it happens. “Ith paryant aalot, purn karun jau, kay mhantos?” we’ve come so far, let’s complete it and leave. I said yes.
She lay slant on the bed with her legs hanging down from the side of the bed, “Ubhya ubhya taak ata jorat” she said, meaning that she wanted me to do her aggressively while standing. While that didn’t work either, she told me to get on my knees, lift up her leg, and continue the job. While that too failed, she asked me to wait and took an approx. 30-second pause and said, “Ata magna ghal mala, tech baki aahe. Maja yete tyat pan. Doggy ishtyle” she giggled while she said. I told her that I personally don’t like doggy style. To which she agreed and was thinking what next can we experiment.
I don’t know if she was really bored, making fun of me, whatever, but I liked that she didn’t give up and tried to give me the best pleasure. All worth the money. It was already more than an hour, and I got a paisa vasool vibe. Before she could give another idea, I gave her an idea that I’d rub my penis on her and then we can wind up. She agreed. As soon as she did, I crawled on her and kept my penis on her vagina. She said, “Packet kashala mag? Fek te. Asach karuya. Veglich gammat”; she meant that I should throw off the packet and do it bare, as it’s more enjoyable. I said, are you mad?
By the time she said that, it was too late, as I had started humping her like crazy. She was moaning and gasping; I told her to hold me tight. She did. Her moaning intensified as I continued. She said ouch when I bit her. When I nibbled her ear, she said, “Ee nako vedya. Gudgulya hotayt” she meant she was feeling ticklish.
While I was still humping, I pressed her small round boobs. She scratched my back slightly while aroused. That was heavenly. I came and stopped abruptly. She came near my ear, held me even tighter, and kissed it slowly. I got up. She looked at my penis, laughed, and said, “Condom nighala,” the condom came off. She touched her groin, her navel, where my cum had splattered.
I burst into sorry as I thought this can get her pregnant. When she touched those areas, a little cum was on the tip of her index and middle fingers that she spread with her thumb and showed me. It was sticky. That was pretty nasty. I thought she’d lick it out of excitement, but she did not. She had a good idea of what is safe and what is not.
She told me, “Ee Raja, itka ghabru nakos. Kahich hot nahi asa cum laglyane. Ulat mi bolat hoti kadhun fekun dila pahije hotas condom side la. Vina condom jar cholun ghetla asta majhya angavar tar ajun majja ali asti aaplyala. Asu de. Next time,” she winked with her tongue out as she said that and pulled a few tissues from the washbasin platform which was to her right. “Tissue ghe. Asa saaf karaycha,” she wiped all the cum over her vagina, groin, navel. She crumbled that tissue and tossed it in the dustbin. She took another one to wipe the cum on my penis, but I took it in my hands and wiped off myself. She then tossed that tissue as well in the dustbin.
She held my arm, and we got up from the bed, and we went into the bathroom. I was surprised to see that she came in with me. She turned on the tubelight in the bathroom. We both were still naked. I saw her better in light. Though she was slim and flat, she was yet very curvy. Her lipstick was still intact even after so much of vigorous rubbing on mine. Might be smudge-free.
Her hair was colored dark brown. She had a small abstract-shaped tattoo below her left collar bone. Don’t know what it meant. There was a sentence tattooed on her upper thigh. I was going to read it until then she turned on the hot water from the shower and pulled me towards her. My penis touched her navel, not to mention she was shorter than me, else if she was tall, then it would have led to some standing sex unprotected. Lol.
The hot water showered on us, soothing us even more. It was like we were having a close dance under the shower. She got on her toes, and her lips reached mine. She really kissed me this time. I sucked her lips as the hot water fell on us. We played with our tongues inside, and saliva started dripping from the side of our mouths; it felt so wonderful. It felt she too gushed in a lot of saliva in my mouth. The ultimate gross fetish that I always had.
She held and pressed my dick, which was very hard again. If the passionate and tight tongue kissing would have continued for a few more minutes, she would have made me cum again. But she told me to turn around. She applied liquid soap on my back and washed it. Then did the same on the front side. She squeezed my man boobs as she did that. Then she washed it and sucked my nipples. We both moaned again in the bathroom.
Then she told me it was her chance, signaling that I should wash her. I did. After that, I too pressed and sucked her boobs. My mouth was watering, and dripping saliva from the sides, she gasped again sexually and turned off the shower. After a minute or so into tit-sucking, she gently pushed me and said enough. Probably, she lost track of time, thinking that she should have kept her next client waiting, I don’t know.
We stepped outside and wiped each other with the same towel. We both got dressed. I was looking at her while she was wearing her bra. It had white cups and pink straps. There was another bra clipped inside probably her spare.
The end.