Asian Massage Hotel Room III
Mature Content Warning
The following story contains explicit depictions of sex and particular sexual fetishes that may be triggering for some people. This material is allowed for adults only. All the characters and situations are fictional; any resemblance to reality should be considered a mere coincidence.
I decided to visit Canada this year, hoping to get that job I was supposed to apply for, but this was my first time in this country, so I didn’t have a place to stay. I booked the whole week in a hotel nearby the Toronto Pearson International Airport (I wanted it that way so I could easily leave if things got messed up through the days). As soon as I wandered around Toronto's city, my excitement was helpless to hide; I’d never seen such a place before; every street was clean and shiny, the fresh, sometimes cool weather was just fantastic, and the architecture was amazingly big. I was stunned by the view, and I spent the first day going from one point to another, eating local dishes and visiting the closest attractions of the city.
When I came back to my hotel room, I was exhausted. More than just exhausted: I was getting nervous already; my job interview was the day after, and it was the most important meeting I’d have in my professional career. The night was approaching fast, and the only thing I could think about was negative thoughts about my incoming interview. As a very anxious man, it was hard to get myself relaxed by the time. I sweated a lot, my voice would crack continuously, and my hands would buzz and itch never-ending.
I wanted my stress to go away, and I already knew how to do it since I was used to these types of recurring scenarios in my life. I turned on my laptop and began to explore the map of the city online. I spotted some places and saved them for a visit in the next few days, I distracted my mind from the uncomfortable feeling for a while, but it didn’t leave my body.
Among all those places, there was one that caught my attention. A place I didn’t notice before. An Asian massage shop in downtown Toronto. I clicked on their website’s link, and it took me right to their official page. A title appeared on the top:
TORONTO MASSAGE SERVICE
Erotic massage & full-service massage.
Their contact number was at the bottom of the web, and I immediately called them. A woman took my call right away and gave me all the instructions on how to proceed. She asked for my name, current address, and age. Then, she explained and described all the services (and special services) available to me. I didn’t know what to ask. I was expecting a massage to relieve my anxiety and stress. The woman chuckled kind of ironically and then made a strange question:
—What kind of girl would you like to receive?
I stood there in silence, unsure of what to respond.
—Are you still there, sir? —she asked.
—Y-yeah! I was... thinking —then I didn’t care about the nature of such question and simply answered—. Give me the more experienced one, please.
—As you wish, sir.
Half an hour later, the massagist knocked on my door.
She had her skin as white as sheet: so bright and ivory I couldn’t tell how much effort and money that girl must spend weekly to maintain. Dark, straight, and long hair made her look professional and sensual. Sharp cheek, a defined chin, and modest lips asking for a kiss. Slanted eyes, dark pupils, a sexy neck, and a fearless expression on her face. Then I went down, and my eyes got hooked up with her big boobies, pretty exposed behind her neckline.
Then I delighted myself looking at her body: small waist, slightly wide hips, both slim and meaty legs and a round, nice ass. The girl was dressed all in white; a work shirt and pants. She smiled at me and when I smiled back her face blushed.
—Hello, Mr. Moore —she spoke kindly—. My name is Selina and I’m your massagist today.
—I wasn't expecting to receive such a beauty like you —I joked—. I would have made myself presentable.
We continued our chatter in the bedroom while she began organizing her tools for the massage. I knew what to do, so I went to the bathroom and took my clothes off. I walked out of the bathroom wearing loose shorts I use as pajamas. Selina looked at me and gave me a seductive glance. I could swear my nervousness disappeared forever when I spotted her looking at me like that.
—Lie down on the bed, please —she asked me—. In the position that fits you better.
I did what she told me and lay down, facing directly at her. Selina grinned, showing a pleased gesture, and then climbed on the bed. She crawled close to me and, sitting right above my hips, placed her hands on my chest. She never took her eyes off me, and I couldn't
stop looking at her, either. Her touch made myself tremble, and I felt a heat coming up from my legs right up to my crotch. My heart was beating hard, and I started to sweat.
—Don’t be nervous —she told me while massaging my chest deeply—. I don’t bite.
I began to feel my erection growing right below her wide-open thighs. She was sitting on my growing dick, and the fever coming out from her crotch was steaming my penis, provoking and tempting me to rub her warm pussy with my desperate member. She leaned forward and got closer to my face, and I started to feel her breath against my forehead as she massaged my neck profoundly.
—Are you feeling comfortable? —Selina asked. —Y-yes. You?
—I’m perfectly fine, Mr. Moore.
I couldn’t help but put my hands on her divine legs, above her knees and caressing her thighs. I wanted to feel the skin behind the cloth. On the other hand, she sat with all her weight on my lap, squishing my hard cock with her pussy. There was something hot and humid covering my boner, and it made me feel even more turned on.
I slid my hands under her pants, letting her know that I was eager to go further with her. She sighed and breathed deeply, kind of suppressing a moan. It made me shiver. Then I just let go my instincts, and my hips began to move up and down. I started to rub her dampened vulva with my cock. Selina sighed again, but now louder. She closed her eyes to feel the pleasure taking control of her senses. Then, she followed my movements by dancing and grinding her genitals with mine.
I took her hands in mine to support her as she rode my cock. The clothes were the only thing impeding us to feel each other thoroughly. Selina succumbed to her hunger and fell onto my body, crushing me with her delectable tits. I smelled the fascinating odor coming from her breast before she invaded my mouth with her pink, impetuous tongue. I loved the flavor of her saliva and sucked her tongue naughtily. My hands approached her ass and squeezed her buttocks. Selina took her shirt off, and I rushed to her breasts as soon as they revealed before my eyes filled with lust. I took them both and began to massage them hard and rough, picking her pink nipples. I mangled her meaty boobs, and Selina brought them to my face. I feasted on her excited, rock-solid nipples as Selina tried to strip down her pants.
Next, she turned around and took off my shorts. Her ass faced my hungry mouth, and I didn’t hesitate to taste it. She growled as she felt my wet tongue kissing her ass-hole. Then I was took by complete surprise when I felt a soaked, warm sensation taking over my dick.
Selina was sucking my cock desperately, completely given to pleasure. She swallowed it whole, making me lose my temper, and I began to pound her mouth as I continued to eat her fine, sweet ass.
I moved further on her crotch and explored her swollen pussy with my mouth. She trembled and twisted her body, asking for more. In exchange, she gobbled up my dick like no other person ever did.
—I want to taste your milk, Mr. Moore —she whimpered.
—Only if you cum in my mouth first —I replied.
And next, she buried my face with her tasty, drooling pussy. She sat on my head, and I could smell and taste all her scents and flavors. I felt her hairy vulva tickling my cheeks,
and my tongue flicked rapidly against her erected clit. Her hands were jerking off my cock as fast as she could.
I kissed, sucked and massaged her clit until I felt her finger nailing on my thighs. Selina screamed, feeling her climax. Then I felt her juices filling my entire face. She rubbed her genitals against me, and I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to eat all I could.
—Here it comes! —she said right before opening her mouth and swallowing my cumming cock.