Massaged

Massaged

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He parked directly in front of the Happy Crane Massage Parlor. Sandwiched between a tattoo parlor and a retail dope store, it was across from a candy store, a twenty-four-hour bakery, and a bottle shop.

He rang the bell, heard the lock release, and stepped inside. The strong, thick incense smell struck his nose with a little bite that was not unpleasant but familiar for some reason. He wondered what hidden smells needed to be that strongly covered.

There was a quiet reception area fitted with a couch, a club chair, and a small receptionist's desk. A tall live plant and a display of massage oils, adult toys, and condoms for sale completed the room's furnishings. The woman who greeted him at the door leaned outside, where she looked both ways up and down the street before she closed the door behind them. Music hummed above them someplace in the ceiling.

She asked him what he would like, and he said, "Someone to jack me, suck me, fuck my ass, and let me fuck them."

Laughing lightly, she said, "Yeah, man, you, me, Ann in the backroom, and every other person over twenty-one. What do you expect to get, you dreamer?"

Dale replied, "Nothing for free that I do not deserve, but as much as I can have, Ruby Sue."

"You are a clever man. How much money are you willing to spend?"

"The amount that allows us to both know we were appreciated, happy, and satisfied."

Dale stopped her by asking, "Are you going to be my masseuse?"

She replied, "Of course, silly. You don't think I would have this conversation for another girl, do you?"

"Before I can tell you the price, tell me how much time we have before you have to walk out of here."

He replied, "Three hours."

"In the time you have, we can do it all. After that list, I may have a discount opportunity for you to consider."

Dale pulled an envelope from his boot. He laid eight thousand five hundred dollars on the receptionist's desk and said, "I can cover this, so what do you say? Okay? If you are down for this, let's get the money settled and get to it. What do you say, how much?"

"My name is Machiko. I am from Kagoshima, Kyushu, Japan. I am here to pleasure you the way you ask. Please follow me."

She stood from her graceful deep bow and, smiling, held his hand and led the way through the bead curtain.

He asked, "Where are the ..."

She stopped abruptly and signaled with a finger to her lips, "QUIET!"

Down a hallway of doorways, she turned into one with a massage table and all the tools of the suck-me-fuck-me trade in Anchorage. Machiko turned to Dale and released the drawstring so that his sweat shorts fell to the floor. He was commando, so she lifted his testicles to her mouth and sucked them both into her quick-to-close mouth before he could sit or lay down anywhere. She couldn't speak, obviously, and he couldn't, out of shock and awe. She released them just as the opening at the end of his cock spewed white, gluey, runny, paste-like, pearlescent-colored strings of come all over her face, kimono, and hair.

He was aghast and hoped, like the dickens, that he had more come and hadn't squeezed it all out. When she could again see through the come dripping over her eyes, she pointed that he should lay on the table on his stomach. After removing the kimono he'd covered with come, she was naked as he wriggled to a comfortable position and realized she had climbed on top of the table with him. Her hand smeared a cold, greasy cream up his crease, spreading the coldness from his balls to his waist. She said to get up on his knees but to press his shoulders down onto the massage table. He turned his head to the side, where he saw his ass in a mirror. It was strange to watch someone jamming their fingers into his asshole.

By the time he was ready, the head of the strap-on was past his well-lubed opening and rubbing against his prostate. He hadn't heard anyone come into the room, but definitely felt someone holding his cock. As the dildo rode his prostate, pre-come flowed from his cock like a leaky garden spigot. What he didn't expect was that that second person was catching the pre-come.

After riding him for about five minutes, with the second person sucking his balls for a couple of minutes, he came. When he recovered enough, Machiko had him roll over to put a condom on his cock;. She stroked him with a tight grip at a quick pace; she sat down with her cunt swallowing his pole all the way to his pubic bone.

When she reached maximum penetration, she stopped and said, "You will like this. This is my specialty."

She slowly began to scoot down his hips; after almost completely sliding off his cock, she bent forward and kissed herself at the base of his cock. She slowly slid her vagina forward so that she sucked on her long-hanging labia before sitting back up on him to cowgirl herself to her climax.

He came again and added to the come in the condom before they laid on the massage table for a couple of minutes resting. He did hear the second person leave then.

When they finally started moving again, she said, "A blow job, huh? No worry, little white boy with the wonderful cock. I can do that so that you will never forget it."

And she did. Something about a cock ring around the tip, then removing it at the second of orgasm, then instantly getting her mouth cinched tight around the crown of his cock head.

Machiko's blow job was familiar if not memorable. Coming into a tightly squeezed crown was the same move he always got from his wife's world-class blow jobs. When they first got together, he'd told her she could make a lot of money giving that blow job and maybe even giving lessons on how to blow a cock. He, after a lifetime of married sexual joy, suspected his wife was a masseuse in this same massage parlor.

Here he is, remembering it over forty years later. He never forgot. He also still remembers that he was home that evening before his wife Ann. She smelled like the rooms at the massage parlor when she walked into the kitchen. Now he wondered if Ann thought when he told her that that he was giving her orders or permission to charge for her blow jobs. Maybe she taught Machiko?

Coincidence?

His wife is a former bar girl from Kagoshima that he fell in love with when visiting Tojo's grave in the nineteen sixties. She emigrated to the States when he rotated from Japan back home. She's held innumerable entry level jobs not advancing because of her language and education limitations.

He long ago stopped paying much attention to where she worked because she changed places frequently.

At dinner that night, when she got home from work around ten o'clock and after halfway though a second bottle of wine, he asked her where she was working and what she was doing at work.

Her reply startled him.

"I am teaching at the Happy Crane Massage Parlor. I teach a class on blow jobs and a class pn how to perform cunnilingus to the new masseuses at the school there. We teach the class over the internet and use the paying customers massages to teach through videos."

"All of your customer's massages are posted?"

"Yes."

"Do all the girls there post their work?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a lady there named Ruby Sue that massages under the name Machiko?"

"Yes. How do you know Machiko?"

"Let me show you. Where are your lessons posted, Ann?"