What Started In The Massage Parlour – Part I

Hey friends. This is Neil(name changed) with my new story. As I told you in the previous one I am 25 years old and is presently working as technical engineer in Microsoft.
I live and work in California and is a bachelor. I earn a monthly salary of 4 lakhs and lives a happy and lavish life. I had a wonderful life and I enjoyed it to my maximum. My parents died when I was a kid and I reached my heights with my own hard work and determination.

So…as I am writing this story…i am the happiest person on earth alive.

This is a story of vigorous love rather than just sex. This story might be a bit too long as I have expressed every bit of it crystal clear.

Now…coming back to me…I am not just a technical engineer. I am also an expert in making tattoos and is a professional masseur. I had set up a small resort in the beach for body massage, tattooing and also some photography.

Ehem. Its just for ladies.

Well. Yeah…it is exclusively for ladies.

I have two reasons for this: first, I am not a gay. A guy massaging another guy is, according to me, gayish…(well…it’s my point of view…) 2nd, I am open with this now. I was a womaniser…

I loved having sex with beautiful and sexy ladies. Well who doesn’t…

I believed sex was the primary thing one want in his life and for my life. I could earn a lot of sexual experience. I had this view of life till I saw her.

My side business never affected my job as I was excellent and punctual in my work and company doesn’t care what I do outside.

My massaging and tattooing business held after my work . That is after 5 pm in the evening till 10 pm and maybe after that.

These therapy sessions held like a timetable. Well tattooing was only on Saturdays unless the client persuades me by her own ways to do it on the day she wants it.

Each session was divided by time according to the type of massage the client wants.
I was an expert on every sorts of massages and was renowned as one of the best in town both in massaging and tattooing.

The massages were held based on reservations…the client must call me and make her appointment…
Hence I used to get many calls and was busy all evening.

I never had the habit of going to clients house and massaging her.

I, even used to get calls from many Hollywood actresses as well as famous pornsters for tattooing.
Every time I finish, I usually ended up with them in my bed…

I had sex with in the parlour only with the last clients. For others, I usually gave my home address.

So I never had to call for a prostitute. I made money as well as quenched my sexual desires by my exclusive ability.

My dick was therefore, very big and thick. As the bitches suck and fuck the hell out of me.

But there were ladies who kept their dignity and there are certain unlucky cases when they are pregnant and also not of my taste. Moreover I never lured them for sex . They start the sex part and I carry it on. I just manipulated it with the help of my job…

My dick was a big 7 inch long and I shaved it regularly. I had a well built body and was really muscular with my big biceps and six pack aps.
I looked very handsome or “hot and spicy” as they call it.

I always used to wear transparent banyans in my massage resort intentionally to raise the lady’s attention to me. I always loved to see pornography and I only saw the ones I acted in. I loved to shoot my experiences by hidden cameras in the massaging room…but I never uploaded it in the net as it was a dirty game to play. Moreover …this is America. Who cares about what here?? But I never did it.

As I said earlier, I was a womaniser and used one woman only once (or twice as there are exceptions)…so, I never put daily sessions for a client..

There were not only foreigners but also Indian women who took my massage…

I loved Indians more than any foreigners. As I am a south Indian, I always longed to see pretty girls from India.  Indian actresses always gave me jess.  Nayanthara was my favourite. I always wished she had been here on my massage floor.

So One day in my office. This call comes to me…
I always had a special phone for my massage and tattoo clients.

Me: yes. Chalaró̱ste massage resort proprietor neil here…??

Chalaró̱ste is the Greek word for “relax”.

A sweet feminine voice on the other end.

Lady: hai. My name is Preeti and I live in “so and so” street and “so and so” house no. Could you come by??

Me: so sorry…madam. But I don’t go to client’s house…they usually come to meet me at my resort. If you are willing for it, I can make an appointment for you tom…(I thought- Indian …her name is Preeti,,,, however ate they are , Indians are to be given first priority). I mean today at 9 pm…

I told 9 pm purposely to get her there itself.

Lady: oh…is that so? Alright. Fix me please.

She was real polite and her voice was very sweet to hear.

Me: ma’am …what is the massage you want to take??

Lady: oh…I don’t know about that. Just some small one…it’s just to relax my nerves…

Shit. I thought.

Well . We will see.

Me: ok. Ma’am I will send an sms to your phone and please bring it with you for confirmation. See you and baby.

Lady: bye.

I didn’t sit to think about it and went back to work.
It was a Thursday and I had piles of work. But I was very fast in my work and got it done before 4.30.

I also called Christina (client) who was scheduled for that day’s last and informed her to come next day.

I finished all my work and went for my part time job.
First client was blond. She was from nearby and was beautiful too. She had small boobs but had sexy curves.

Hers was a 2 hour long advanced body massage. She tried to seduce me a lot but I didn’t quite give in.
I gave her a great sensual massage and she was aroused sky high.

After I finished, she was astounded that I didn’t act to her needs.

When she had no other chance, she grabbed my penis and said: can I play with it?

Me: (smiling) no honey. Next client will be here any minute. Why don’t you meet me in my house tonight. And I gave her my address.

Girl: we are gonna have lot of fun tonight.

I smiled. I have heard that a lot.
And she went and closed the door.
I prepared the bed for the most awaited guest of the day.

It was 10 minutes after 9.. I was anxiously waiting for my guest and later bedmate.

The long awaited doorbell came and I ran for the door.
As I opened the door, I was dumbstruck. I was electrified to see the woman standing in front of me.

She is the girl.

I have never ever in my whole life, seen a girl like her. I was unable to catch my breath.

I have had sex with a lot of girls. Many hot girls…but this lady. She was one of a kind.

Let me describe her.  Never get to belive thet I am exaggerating. Most of you may think that. But what I say is absolutely true and purely sensible. She had a height of about 1.65 metres. She was till my shoulders…the perfect height for a beautiful woman.

She was fair and her face was the most beautiful face I had ever seen. She had blue eyes, a long nose with a ring and sexy lips which would act like a strong magnet for all men, even gays. Her lips were shaped perfectly and was coloured pink.  I felt like leaping towards her and bite it off her mouth. She was wearing a pink top and tight jeans.

Now to describe her figure, she was of about 23 years of age, she was 39-26-34. Her bra size was about 34 dd. Literally, her face was miles away from her nipples. The lining of her bra was perfectly visible which made me jizz.

Yes, to me, she was sexier than any other Indian actresses I had ever masturbated thinking about.

She was a perfect model for a woman who wishes an exquisite body shape. I couldn’t see her navel but her hip was very perfectly lined. She wore her jeans at the lower part of her hips. She was perfect slim below her breasts. An exact hourglass structure.

To say about her ass, it was as big as Kim Kardasian’s…so you can imagine the size. Her jeans was to tight that her pussy v was perfectly visible. Her legs didn’t have much fat.

And totally, she was the perfect woman. As I had a lot of previous experience, I observed her body with extreme and impossible speed. I came back to her face and saw her smiling lightly and warmly at me.

Preeti: hai.

I tried to keep my professionalism.

Me: hai. You must be Preeti…

Preeti: (sweet voice) indeed I am…I had taken an appointment for 9 pm.

Me: oh yeah…you have the confirmatory sms?

Preeti: oh sure.
And she showed me her phone.
The phone was not that expensive.

Me: very well. Come in ma’am.

Preeti: oh…please do call me Preeti…

Me: (happily) of course …please come in ma…I mean Preeti.

She laughed… Her tooth were beautiful and perfectly aligned. And she entered in.

I stood by the door as she entered to get her smell. She smelled like roses. The fucking door was so big that I couldn’t contact her boobs.

I stared at her big butts as she walked in and she sat on the couch.

Preeti: mmm. Impressive place…oh…so sorry. What’s your good name?

Me: neil. Call me Neil.

Preeti: ok. Neil…

Unlike the other girls who came to my parlour, she didn’t have a naughty eye on me and my exposed six packed body.

Me: so. What massage do you want Preeti?

Preeti: you know Neil. I have to reach home fastly. So I am in a haste. Do something small. Oh…i forgot to ask. Do you do daily massages?

Out of my professionalism, I was about to say no…but then I thought otherwise…

Me: of course I do. You wish to subscribe?

Preeti: yeah. That would be great. But could you fix a different time for me? Coz’ my daughter is alone in home and she is small…

I was shocked. This lady was a mother. I couldn’t believe my ears. Such a young girl married so early. It hardened my chances…

Me: oh my god. You are married. And a mother. I can’t believe it. What is your age Preeti?

Preeti: does it matter actually?

Shit this is hard.

Me: no…just out of curiosity.

Preeti: (laughing) alright…I’m 28…

Me: you gotta be kidding me. You look like a 20 year old girl.

Preeti: (laughing more loudly) alright . I’m flattered. But could you come to business,,, I am in a hurry…

Me: alright…(smiling)…since you are in a hurry. I can give you a head and back massage…

Preeti: how about just a head massage. Sorry Neil…but I am too late for home. Just to get a start…

I was utterly disappointed..

Me: alright as you wish…

I didn’t want her to think that I was a womaniser…so I kept my peace and went for the candles. It is the way of doing head massage…
I kept the chair away from the mirror so that she wouldn’t see my facial reactions.

I asked her to be seated and enquired if she is comfortable.
She said she was and I asked her to close her eyes.
I put on the music.

Me: you ready?
Preeti: yes…

Take some long breaths and so she did. As she breathed in, her big breasts expanded and I watched it hungrily.
Unluckily her breasts were covered by her top.

I put my hands on her shoulder an pressed it gently.
Damn…her skin was so soft.
I moved my fingers slowly to her spine and made three rounds slowly and nicely.
I then put my hand upside down and rolled it to her neck from shoulder.
I the put my thumps on her neck and massaged it softly.
She was enjoying it but didnot show any sense of sensual behaviour.
Her hair was lose and black and it smelled of shampoo.
.
I, slowly and comfortably started massaging her head and hair…

After about 20 minutes, I told her that I was done…

Me: how was it?? Am I hired??

Preeti laughed and said: it was great and soothing. Of course you are. After all you are the best masseur in this city.
I bowed my head in a grateful manner.. And smiled.

Preeti: when am I supposed to come tomorrow?

Me: will 6 be fine?

Preeti: yup…perfect…what about fees?

Me: you are in a hurry…we will think about it later.

She smiled and thanked me while I escorted her to her car. I waved her goodbye.

I then took a vow. “That I will not have sex with any woman until I get her on my bed and afterwards have sex only with her until my marriage”.