Massage parlor stories ?

Whiteranger42

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Anyone have any ? I'd like to hear a few... from either side, but I'd be especially interested in a woman's story from the masseuse side of things ;)

If someone else who has writing talent, unlike myself, would like to just "translate" my non-fiction experience into a much more... readable story ;) that'd be awesome.

Love the stories I'm reading !! Keep em cummin'.
 
Whiteranger,

I have a story posted that has a section of it dealing with a message, Well it is a kind of tapped very twisted story that a woman was suppose to have a real masseuse.


What do you have for content so far is it text readable or just notes?


Phildo
 
I enjoy a massage story where a women is challenged to take the whole hand of the massues and goes wild.
 
Well honestly... all my experiences were nothing forced :) But by professional masseuses :) women... who know what they were doing an how to get it done... I don't know.. I'd just like to hear a story in a Massage parlor setting, from a woman's point of view :) as I've already been through them from my point of view in real life...

I guess I could try and type of my first experience in one, which might make a good story... I'll see what I can come up with. Hopefully someone can build off of that...
 
I booked a massage just for research of course. I made sure it was a female, but to twist is so she is on the table is really hard for me to do in real life. :rolleyes:

I will have to get back to this later.
 
Massage

Nancy's first massage

Hard Massage

Three fists

Nice stories I had missed somehow.

Would it have been a good ending if THEY turn out to be husband and wife that the reader suddenly is aware of when he says on her way out.

"I'll be home in about 30 mintues, and she says I'll have the food ready by then"
 
Massage parlor stories

Here's a short TRUE story.

I drove cross-country to attend graduate school. To save money, I stopped in smaller towns and avoided staying in expensive big cities, even then I tried to find a cheap out of the way motel. While I think was in Michigan, I found a cheap motel and gave the clerk my (parents') credit card.

He said his machine wasn't working, so he would have to go next door and would I wait. I waited and waited, then fearing the guy hadn't taken off with the card I went next door.

I went inside. The air conditioner was on full blast. I explained to good looking woman about the card. Nervously the clerk appeared, out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman in a nightie. Only after the clerk ran the card through the machine and walked back to the motel, did I realize what I had walked into.

I didn't dare charge "an expsense" to my parents' card and just slept at the motel and drove on the next day.
 
LOL... you don't remember where you were ? damn :)

Not quite as nerve racking as my first experience... but thats an interesting short story !! LOL...
 
No one has any stories ? or no one wants to post any ? :) hehehe I've been writing down my account of my first time going to one (I was not aware of what it was, i swear!)... and I'll post here at some time... Hopefully it won't be a total boring read :) But I don't know if it'll compare to the stories I've seen on here so far...
 
Whiteranger42 said:
No one has any stories ? or no one wants to post any ? :) hehehe I've been writing down my account of my first time going to one (I was not aware of what it was, i swear!)... and I'll post here at some time... Hopefully it won't be a total boring read :) But I don't know if it'll compare to the stories I've seen on here so far...

Really I have not given up on this idea. I really have booked a massage, God I love doing research. It wont be this week or next as I am out of town. The week following I will be going.

Thinking I will look kind of silly going in with a pen, and note pad. Then devious thoughts run through my mind. She is a good looking female, divorced, and in her early 40s. Hm, I wonder what she would think if I brought a pen, and note pad to take notes. LOL all I would have to do is explain I write erotic stories, and have good reason to take notes.

She came recomended from a friend that is how I know these tid bits of info. I have not even actually met her. LOL what is the worst that could happen? I guess I would get a funny Lit story out of it. After all this is a professional business, right!

So I will get back to this topic later. Any helpful hints to help recieve the best possibe research please feel free to speak up. I am crazy enough that I might just try it for the sake of fun entertainment.
 
I have a massage story half way done....Just need to get more into it...it will be in the lesbian category...I think it is starting our really good....please be sure to look for it.
;)
 
Honey,

Why don't I be your masseuse, LOL. Then we can write a story together. You type I will dictate.
Scratch that, reverse it. I will type you dick take. Either way you get a relaxing full body massage. I do intend to rub every muscle just right. :p

:kiss: from me to you
 
Hmmmm....Phil, sounds interesting and tempting.

I knew I could count on you to give me a....er....hand!
 
LadiDarkMoon said:
She said Lesbian category Phil....I'll get the strap on ::winks::

Now that's a photo op I will be around for!
 
I do say, that would be a highly funny shot.
A pregnant lady with a strap on. ::laughs::

But seriously, where are you...if your that good with a camera I've been thinking about getting some arty nude pictures done. Something that really shows off the baby belly.
 
LadiDarkMoon said:
I do say, that would be a highly funny shot.
A pregnant lady with a strap on. ::laughs::

But seriously, where are you...if your that good with a camera I've been thinking about getting some arty nude pictures done. Something that really shows off the baby belly.

I'm not really a photographer, but I play one. Shall I send you some pictures for reference. I really need this job bad! No No! I will do it for free. :D

Now if I could just get Honey pregnant at the same time. That would be Hot! We are definately going to need to work on this massage photo thing for pregnant woman. :cathappy:
 
sans the pregnancy for me...sure ---- but I would prefer to be behind the camera
 
I have a lesbian Japanese massage story soon to be up on Lit. It's currently pending and should be up in a few days. If you are interested PM me and I'll send you the link as soon as it is up. It is called Xanthe Files XXX005.
 
My story (in parts)

I figure this will be easier in parts, typed a bit at a time... so thats how I got it all done. I'll post a bit in each reply to this thread. Please let me know what you guys think of it... btw, items of the story are fictional (details of people, jobs) but the bulk of it (experience) is non-fiction. Hope thats okay with you pervs.
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Intro:

It was a hard night at work pulling the midnight shift again. It gets really lonely down in those rooms with nothing but a few computers, and your own imagination. I was stressed and just, not in a good mood when I left in the morning, after having to clean up everyone's mistakes from the day before, and get accused of "sleeping all night" and not working.

When I got back to my town, 2 hours drive away, I stopped in at the post office to mail something. I ran into an old friend. Infact, a girl I had a HUGE crush on in highschool. She told me about her past few years since we were in school, and I told her about mine. She asked why I was so stressed (I guess it wasn't easily hidden), and when I told her about work, she noted that I should come visit her work sometime. She handed me a card that read "Atlantic Health Spa" on it. I was told I could get that stress taken care of with a massage anytime I wanted.

I went on about my day, and off to sleep as the sun finished rising, not thinking about the card again. The next night while I was at work, and I got more and more crap to clean up from my co-workers, I just got more and more stressed and frustrated. My wallet, which I typically keep WAY too much stuff in, started to hurt as I couldn't sit right. I pulled it out in frustration, slamming it on the table. Her card fell out of the inside onto the desk, and like a sign from above, I knew it was a good idea.

When I got home in the morning, I had the card already sitting on my dash board, and called the number as soon as I pulled into town. A lovely young voice answered, and the girl on the other end told me it was $45 for a half hour massage, $60 for an hour, and $90 for an hour and a half. I figured, I make enough, and I'm stressed enough. "Hour and a half please!". She told me to come over and she'd make sure I was taken care of.

(to be continued...)
 
When I got to the place, I stepped inside to a very small waiting room with 2 chairs and a water cooler. A cute voice, but different than the one on the phone, spoke from behind the one way mirror window, telling me someone would be out for me shortly.

I sat calmly (on the outside, but inside I was ball of thoughts and nervous energy for some reason)... and waited until a small door opened across the room. I saw my friend walk through it to greet me, and felt a little more at ease.

I started to ask a question, and she asked me to step inside the door first. Once through the door and in a small hallway she gave me a hug and told me I made the right choice to come by and relax for a bit. I asked her if she'd be the one giving me a massage (cause, well that'd be super sweet!) but I was informed that they are not allowed to give massages to "friends", per management request. I figured it was to prevent anything over the line happening and accepted that. She did tell me she'd make sure I had a good time though. She had picked out the girl that would be making me relax herself.

She led me back through the hall to a small room with a massage table inside, lit by a few small candles, with a locker in the corner. I went in, sat down, and she began to tell me the rates again. I told her I had decided on the hour and a half rate already. I handed her the $90 and she turned to leave. Just before closing the door behind her, she looked back in and could sense my confusion and "what now" look. She smiled again and told me I was free to undress, wrap myself in the towel folded on the table, and put my clothes in the locker. As the door closed, I started to then ask myself... "totally" undressed??

I had decided, to not do something completely stupid and get the cops called on me or something, so I stripped down to my boxers and sat on the edge of the table, looking as if I just leaned on it, and was not already done undressing, and waited calmly. A few minutes later I heard a few small taps on the door and then it slowly opened. The cutest little blonde girl walked in wearing a pleated mini skirt and a tight tank top. Definitely not something you couldn't notice! She asked me my name, to make sure she had the right room, and then told me she was sent special for me by my friend. A few seconds into our "get to know ya" chat, she stopped and commented on my boxers. "Oh, I can come back when you're done undressing. Just wrap the towel around yourself tight and I'll be back in another minute or two".

The plan worked, now I knew what level of "undressed" I was supposed to be at! But... totally nude? Nerves totally went awry at this point, but I'm not one to dis-obey cute girls in positions of authority... not this time at least!

As I tightened the towel around me, not completely nude, and my nerves went nuts asking my brain what the hell I was doing here, and why the hell was I NAKED, she returned. Her first words to me after coming back... "Well, there we go. I'm Erin. Guess I should have told you that seeing as we'll be spending an hour or so together! Sorry."

"Thats okay, I would have just asked my friend later if you didn't tell me! hehe".

After that, she asked me to follow her out of the room, down the hall, into another room with an entry way covered by a curtain. As I sheepishly walked down the hall way holding onto my towel for dear life, she asked if it was my first time getting a massage and made some small talk. I replied to all the questions, trying not to sound like I was starting to worry about my surroundings!

We stepped into the room, and immeadiately it was evident by the tile walls that it was a shower. A good sized room you could fit about 10 people in if you wanted, completely waterproof, with a massage table in the corner...

Erin turned on the hand held shower head, warmed up the water, and then wet down the massage table. She then turned to me, standing in the corner clutching my towel, and asked me to put it on the hanger next to me and lay on the table face down. As she turned to put the shower head back, I mustered enough courage to do all of that in one liquid motion, and end up laying face down on the table before she turned back around.

"Wow, that was fast! You sure do need relaxing!" she noted.

(to be continued...)
 
I felt the warm water rush over my back as Erin turned the shower head in my direction... and couldn't believe I was being wet down by a complete stranger, and I was completely nude. At least I was face down.

As the water warmed by body, calming my nerves down a slight bit, I relaxed and tried to close my eyes. Just as I got that far, the feeling of a soft hand running up the back of one of my calves was enough to bring me back to a state of panic for a moment. Erin however did have a very soothing touch, and as her hand made its way up to my thigh, then repeated the trek on my other leg, I felt more at ease... She skipped my hips and butt, moving over to my back and began to soap up my upper body...

After a relaxing gentle rub on my shoulders and back, her hand travelled south again. This time she didn't neglect my hips, or my ass. Unsettling as it was for an instant, she took great care to avoid any "questionable" parts...

"Well, that wasn't so bad now was it?"

"I guess not. Very relaxing infact"

"Good. Flip over and we'll finish up in here".

.... panic ....

I lifted my head, and looked back, hoping half to see a smile as if she were joking, and half in disbelief that a petite little blonde wearing a miniskirt had just asked me to roll over nude infront of her...

As I turned, I noticed the miniskirt remained by the tank top was now a bikini top (probably under the tank top all along and I hadn't noticed)...

Slowly I raised the side of my body by the wall and turned, hoping she would cover me with a towel as I turned, incase it's not exactly what she had in mind...

As I turned over and leaned back on my elbows a bit, I looked down to notice my cock had gone from a state of confusion and panic, to a full blown raging hardon! I felt myself instantly turn red as Erin turned back from messing with the shower head to see, and displayed a grin.

"Well, see. You did like it."

"... hehe ..."

"Don't worry, I see those once in a while. Lay back and I promise to be gentle."

I laid my back down on the table, and felt the warm water rush up and over my body as she wet my front down with the shower head. Following that was the familiar feeling of her hands, covered in soapy bubbles, making their way up my legs one at a time. As she skipped my hips again and moved to be closer to my upper body, she leaned over me and did my far arm first. Feeling her tits rub across my chest was amazing. She once again smiled and told me to just relax as she worked her way back, across my chest and down the other arm.

I closed my eyes expecting a rinse down as we were obviously done with what I later found out was called a "table shower", but instead got a warm loving hand slowly wrapped around my rock hard cock. My heart nearly stopped for what seemed like 5 minutes, as her fingers slowly picked it up off of my stomach, encased it, and began to slowly slide up and down from the head to the base.

I opened my eyes and looked down, obviously with a bit of shock in my face once again, as she replied "I missed a spot. Don't worry, I'll have it done in a minute, if thats okay with you?". She stopped moving her hand but held my cock gently still, as I nodded as best as I could. When she resumed her motions I began to start to understand just what I had gotten myself into, finally.

Working on my cock, with her hand slipping up and down slowly, Erin began to ask me about my work and how stressful it was. She wanted to know what got me bent out of shape and what I liked to do to relax. My only reply to that was ... "This seems kinda nice!".

As I tensed slightly and let out a soft moan, her hand added a circular twist on the head of my cock for a few strokes getting me closer to blowing a load of cum than I thought possible.

"There, all clean. Shall we go get that massage now?"

Was this all a tease? Soooooo mean, but I would never have complained!

She stood me up, towelled off my upper body for me, then bent her knees and squatted infront of me, drying off my legs, then my ass, then softly ... ever bit of my rock hard cock. I was personally amazed that I didn't loose it right there, but I guess it was mainly fear of the whole situation. How would she have reacted if I had popped a load of cum out on her right there?!? Somehow I restrained myself.

She put the towel back around my hips and tossed her tank top back on, and had me follow her back to my massage room. She led me in, and turned back to the door.

"Lay down, on your tummy, and I'll be back in 2 minutes. Relax for a bit."

(To be continued...)
 
Toss in comments if you feel like it folks ;) I'm interested to know if this is worth continuing... do I have any kind of an audience?
 
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