The difference of a
Hong Kong Massage
I never knew the difference between a regular massage anda "Hong Kong"
massage, until today. I found an advertisement about the HK massage in
a local paper and called to set up an appointment. My back had been
aching and I felt it would be a good stress reliever. When I arrived
at the door of the business, I was greeted by a cute oriental girl
around 20 years old. She introduced herself as "Annie" and showed me
to a room with the standard massage table. I was instructed to
undress, but she didn't leave the room.
This seemed a little out of place, but I did as instructed .When I
was naked, she said to lay face down on the table and she began oiling
up my back and rubbing my shoulders. She worked her way down to my
hips and started reaching around my buns and kneaded them. I could
feel her spreading my cheeks and knew I was exposed and began to get
excited. She continued rubbing and kneading and kept getting closer to
my privates. My penis, without shame, had started to grow under my
stomach as she paid attention to my scrotum area. When I was fairly
extended, she told me to roll over, which put my flag pole up in the
air. I couldn't do a thing to hide it and just kept my eyes closed,
to see what she would do next. Withoutmissing a step, she began
massaging baby oil into my nut sack with one hand and began a deep
muscle massage with the other hand on my out stretched dick. The
sensation was awesome and I continued to grow harder by the minute. I
asked permission to touch her and she said, yes, go ahead. I began to
knead her buns as she continued her manipulation of my manhood. I
could she her perfectly shaped body outlined by the skin tight mini
skirt she had on. Since she didn't show any resistance, I slid my hand
under her dress and began stroking her pubic area. I could feel the
heat radiating out from those sweet skimpy panties as I began my own
rubbing and kneading. I slid her panties to the side and began to
slide my finger back and forth across her furrowed nether region and
soon felt moisture seeping onto my finger. I took this as an
invitation and ran my finger up into the waiting canal. At this point,
she bent over and took my waiting member in her tender lips. The heat
from her mouth and the feel of her vagina was too much for me to
control my orgasm. I began to buck like a mule and emptied my load
down her waiting throat. When I finished she, took a hot towel and
rubbed me down and cleaned me up. I scheduled another session for next
week. I can recommend a Hong Kong massage for tension relief most
definitely.
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