Thai Masseuse

Thai Massage

This is an event from a few years ago while travelling with a mate throughout Asia a few years ago that, to this day, I still think about and jerk off to. We got a great flight deal from Australia to Japan but struggled to find a flight back at a reasonable price without having to dedicate a couple of months in the country so after some research we found we could spend close to the same amount of money coming home through Thailand, Malaysia and Indonesia.

We made sure we had fun in each nation, but the vast majority was paid services. One of the few times I got lucky for free happened in Bangkok.

We stayed in a reasonably priced hotel a short distance from Lumphini Park and one thing that appealed a lot was the fact there was a cheap massage salon next door in the attached building. It wasn't one of these places where girls sit outside begging tourists to come in and instead was very clean and professional in every way. Several times we'd be in the seats getting our feet rubbed when guys would come in asking about pricing for happy endings and the ladies would kick them out straight away. We visited at least once per day (sometimes twice) over the 5 days we were in Bangkok with the genuine reason to only get massages. We'd go out exploring on foot for the day and unwind with a massage before heading to the roof top bar at the hotel before things would get stupid.

Each time we went in the same lady would push her way through the other staff to attend to me. She was an older woman, in her 40s, only a little older than me, but was still very pretty and would have been an easy 8/10 during her younger years. She was very chatty with me and always asked a lot of questions about myself which was odd because the staff in these places generally just chat to each other in their mother tongue while working unless you start the conversation with them yourself. Occasionally her work mates would jibe at her and she'd swat them away and her brown cheeks would turn red.

Day 3 was one of those days I visited twice and now the friendly conversation had become flirty. She was complementing my leg muscles a lot while massaging my calves during the foot massage I was in for and would put on a sultry look as she ran her hand further and further up my leg, occasionally letting her hand slide just under the hem of my shorts leg. My mate noticed and reminded me we had plans for the day, so I let her know that I'd be back for another massage as per usual before dinner and once the massage was done, we said our goodbyes and I left.

After a long day of visiting a neighbouring city we decided that a hard night of drinking was in order. We headed straight back to the hotel and had dinner and met a group of fellow Aussies and had a few drinks with them. My feet were aching after the day's adventure so decided to shoot down to the massage salon for a foot rub. When I walked in the door a couple of the ladies wouldn't meet my eye and one of just called out something out in Thai through the curtained door leading to the message salon proper from the reception area. Soon after my now personal masseuse came out and chastised me for being late. She looked different than she did in the morning. Her hair was done up nicely and had her make up done making her look very attractive. The major thing I noticed was her breasts though. She had a slightly plump body and previously her breasts had never been very pronounced. They were noticeable but not emphasized in her day-to-day attire. Now, she wore the same uniform, a tan brown, button up blouse and blue jeans, but now her top buttons were undone, and she was clearly wearing a push-up bra. I was impressed.

After she finished her short rant, she just looked at me waiting for a response. It was confusing because to me I was just her customer but at some point, I think she liked me enough to build on that. Being that I was drunk, I didn't put 2 and 2 together immediately and just pointing at her cleavage telling her it looked very nice. She hit me with her towel and directed me inside. I didn't get the same treatment I had in the morning but after apologizing and showering her with complements she came around and gave me a kiss on the cheek later as I was leaving. She hadn't charged me for either massage that day. I invited her up to my room, but she declined and said that the next day I should get an oil massage. I went back upstairs to the bar and drank some more.

The next day, I woke up very late with a horrible headache. My mate opened the curtains at about 1pm flooding the room with light which made my head feel like someone dropped an axe through it. It was clear to my friend that I wasn't going to be going anywhere any time soon, so he decided to head out on an excursion with the guys we met the previous evening and I jumped in the shower, hoping to feel better about my life and existence as he left.

As I was drying myself off, I heard a knock at the door and assumed that my friend had come back but forgot his key. Wrapped in my towel I went and opened the door, not even looking at who was on the other side and went back into the room, falling face first onto my bed, still feeling sorry for myself. I could hear a bit of quiet activity going on in the room that clearly wasn't my mate and I just assumed it was housekeeping. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back. I roll over a little thinking the maid wanted my attention and discovered that instead of the maid it was, in fact, the masseuse from downstairs.

I didn't know what was happening and after noticing the confused look on my face she explained, in her broken English, that she was here to give me my oil massage. I tried to send her away from she refused and I didn't have the energy to force her so in the end I gave in and convinced myself it would probably help.

In short order she had me properly on my bead, face down and was straddling my backside rubbing oil into my back shoulders and neck. Her hands were well practiced and sort out every sore spot I had, including some areas I didn't know were sore. She removed my towel from my waste and reversed her position, so she was now facing my feet, sitting on the small of my back. At this point I realized she had no pants on as I could feel her bare thighs on my sides. I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch onto my back and I suspected she had gotten completely naked for this massage. Though my headache raged my dick started to swell uncomfortably under my weight.

The discomfort increased as she massaged higher towards my backside, her hands between my legs, working the muscles of my inner thighs, creeping further and further towards my most sensitive areas. It was a surprise when her hands separated my cheeks and she began to massage the area between, her fingers applying slight pressure to my anus rubbing it back and forth. This was a first for me and I took a while to overcome my initial shock but eventually I started enjoying it and couldn't help but push my ass towards her hands as she rubbed. This action made her laugh and coo at me, but she went with the flow, inserting first one, then two fingers into my ass hole. I had played with my butt on my own plenty of times but never had I had another person explore those depths with me and I loved it and couldn't help but push my ass further onto her fingers.

My humping caused her to start slipping around on my back and at this point she decided to get off, keeping her fingers in my anus and repositioning herself between my legs. I lifted my ass high into the air with my head and chest still on the bed, providing her full access to my private areas. I felt her free hand start rubbing my balls and stroking my shaft and within minutes I was blasting a load onto the towel beneath me while she continued to finger-fuck my ass hole. It was easily the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I collapsed onto the bed, sliding off her fingers as I did so. I felt her slide onto my back, finally discovering that she had indeed gotten completely naked as she pressed her body against me. She then bit my ear, sending a shiver down my spine and giving my head a bit of clarity and relief from my hangover and then whisper a lot of dirty things about my cock and ass hole.

She rubbed her body over my slick, oily skin for a time, humming under her breath sounding like she was enjoying herself before finally flipping me over. After emptying my balls already, I was feeling empty but as she climbed onto me, I began to feel reenergized. For a lady in her 40's she had an amazing body. She was slightly plump and felt soft in all the right areas, her brown skin glistened with oil and she had only a few minor stretch marks from her pregnancy nearly 20 years ago. Her breasts weren't large but were well proportioned to her frame and had only suffered a small amount as she aged and was impossible to tell when her arms pushed them together as she rubbed oil onto my chest.

As she rubbed my chest, she also slid her crotch back and forth over my crotch. I could feel her heat and wetness on me and as my cock came back onto the field from it's time on the bench her pussy lingered on it, her hips rotating and getting dangerously close to my dick sliding into her. As she leaned down to kiss me, she was forced to slide herself up to my navel in order to reach my mouth, such was the difference in height between us. We kissed for a long time and I took the opportunity to explore her body with my hands. Every inch of it was amazing. I decided I needed to taste her.

I pushed her up off me and as she was climbing off, I grabbed her by the waist and brought her up to my mouth, guiding her to straddle my face. She teased me by lifting herself away from my face every time I tried to get my taste. I quickly got sick on the teasing and locked my hands on her thighs forcing her down onto my mouth and I dug in and began enjoying the sweet juices dripping from her pussy. Immediately I felt her weight drop down on my face and both her hands took fistfuls of my hair. She screwed up her face as she fought to contain her voice and soon started grinding on my mouth as I devoured her with my tongue and lips. We continued like this for a few minutes until I felt her begin to tense up, her thighs locking around my ears and she hunched over my head, attempting to lift herself away my oral assault. I held her in place with my tongue inside her, feeling her vagina convulse around it.

It was her turn to collapse, falling backwards onto the bed, her body falling limp next to me. Being the sadist that I am, I tickled her clit a bit with my fingers causing her to jolt away from me locking my hand between her thighs with my fingers still well within reach of her button. There was a fire in her eyes though and she grabbed my cock, staring me down. I twice my fingers and she placed her teeth on the head of my cock. I slowly pulled my hand out from between her legs and sat up. Her hair had become messy with some strands covering her face. She still lay, there threatening to bite my dick with one hand firmly gripped around the shaft and her teeth on the head. I reached to her and brushed the hair from her face, stroking it behind her ear and lingering to play with her lobe. Her threat subsided and instead she now began tendering sucking my off, withdrawing my foreskin and massaging my bare knob with her tongue and lips.

I laid back down and allowed her to take control for the next few minutes, getting one of the nicest blow jobs I've ever had. It felt gentle and caring and continued at a great consistent pace, allowing her to maintain her stamina while keeping my pleasure at a high. I was feeling the need to cum once again, but I knew that even if she could continue this performance perpetually, I'd never cross the edge, so I sat up and stopped her, bringing her up to kiss once again.

During the kissing she climbed onto my lap and moments later I felt her hand guiding my cock into her. Her pussy was hot and very, very wet. She slid down only a little at first, her mouth opening wide, and a stuttering breath came out. She rode up and down on the first half of my cock for a short time before putting her arm around the back of my head and using my shoulders to lever herself down further until I was all the way in. Our eyes locked the entire way down until she hit the bottom level when she finally let out her held breath. I embraced her in my arms, burying my face in her chest and we finally began to really fuck. It was hot, it was oily, and it was intense. As I kissed her neck, ears and lips her repeated moans of "fuck me, fuck me" in her Thai accent amplified the experience.

We were so caught up in the act that we didn't notice my mate walk in, who quickly apologized and left straight away after getting his phone charger. My masseuse and I fell onto the bed laughing and as we calmed down, we fell into a spooning position. My dick returned to full mast quickly as I felt her up from behind with her pushing her ass against my crotch, her neck craning towards me as we kissed. Again, she grabbed my cock and brought it to her opening, lifting a leg to allow me easier access on the way in. Once I was inside her again, she clamped her legs together and we fucked some more while I continued to feel her up and bite and kiss her ear. I began to approach orgasm and let her know I was close. She ordered me to cum inside over and over, driving me wild. I rolled her onto her stomach without pulling out of her and pushed myself above her in a push up position and began driving my cock deep inside her, slapping my body against her sweet brown ass. Her voice raised in volume and picked up pitch and she demanded repeatedly that I fuck her and before too long I was burying my dick as deep into her as I could as I came inside her.

We both lay there exhausted for a while and talked about when I would leave Bangkok and she soon packed herself up and went back to work. The only request she made of me was to let her visit again the next day for one last massage. She never even told me her name.