I laid there trying to think a logical thought but the pleasure was more than I ever had before. It felt like this person was taking me half way down their throat. At times I managed to think of something other than the sensations running through me, such as who was this person? Is there any way to escape this? Do I still want to escape this? It felt like only minutes had passed when I felt it, the build up to my orgasm. I let out a moan as it came and waited for my uninvited guest to hold me and swallow like I'm used to from my wife. Instead, they kept on going, taking me in and out of their throat and twisting up and down with their hand as I climax and my whole body spasmed.
Eventually I came down from the best orgasm I've ever had but the person under the table was still going, even as I go soft and so sensitive they keep tossing me off and taking me into their mouth. I was so weak and drained, my thoughts went back to my wife, then to my balls which I lost all connection with, the hand was still there, securing me to the table. I tried again to communicate with the masseuse to help me but to no avail. All I could do was try to ignore the blowjob.
That tactic would never last long. Minutes later I'm hardening again and their enthusiasm returns, tilting their head back and forth to take me at different angles. Being so sensitive from before the pleasure was increased and this relentless assault was too much for me. Never before had I felt such pleasure, I was practically squirming by this point. Eventually I felt it again, the build up, the shaking, the non-stop deep throating as I came for the second time down their throat. This time it really was too much and next thing I know I'm waking up light-headed and drained.
The room was empty. I slowly work my way down from the table and look down to my naked dick, which looks slightly swollen but clean. I look up at the clock and it had been 4 and a half hours since I entered. I headed for the changing room, got dressed, got my things then headed to reception to have a word with the woman who I finally realised must have been my assaulter.
When I got there I saw a different young woman who appeared to not speak English. I looked around and I recognised nobody, all there apparently spoke no English. I didn't believe it but what could I do? I went back to my hotel thinking about my wife.
2 days later I used my phone to navigate me to a place to buy jewellery to make things up to my wife. When I got to the place I looked up the road and saw the familiar massage parlour. The shame of it came rushing back, but then so did the most incredible pleasure I've ever had. I looked back a second time and wondered.......