Cuckhold Massage

The morning air was crisp and cool as I stepped out of my car and into the parking lot of the massage parlor. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart racing as I took in the sight of the building – a cozy cottage-style motel tucked away in the corner of the lot. I had been there before, but this time was different. This time, I was about to experience something totally new: a cuckold massage.

I had been longing to explore this type of pleasure for a while now, and I had finally worked up the courage to try it out. As I walked past the two burly security guards stationed at the entrance, their eyes lingering on me with a knowing look, I felt a thrill course through my veins. I was ready to take the plunge.

Inside the massage parlor, I was greeted by a friendly woman at the front desk. She asked me to sign in and pay the fee, and I did so without hesitation. The woman then gave me a key to a private room and instructed me to wait there until my masseuse arrived. I thanked her and made my way to the room.

The room was a cozy, dimly lit space with a single massage table in the middle. I undressed and waited, my anticipation growing with each passing minute. After a few moments, I heard a light knock on the door. I opened it to find a beautiful, slender woman with long black hair. She was wearing a tight, lacy bodysuit that clung to her curves, and it was obvious that she had done this before.

“Welcome,” she said with a slight smile, “I’m your cuckold masseuse.”

She proceeded to explain the process to me. She informed me that I would be receiving a full body massage with a focus on my genitals. In addition, I would also receive a “surprise” from her. I nodded in agreement and anticipation, and she began.

Slowly and expertly, she massaged every inch of my body with her skillful hands, her touch soft and gentle. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away as she worked her magic. Soon, her hands moved lower and she began to massage my groin area. I felt my body heat up as she touched me and I couldn’t help but to become aroused.

As my excitement grew, she reached for the “surprise” and began to apply it to my body. I felt a burning sensation as she brushed it over my skin, and I knew immediately what it was – wax. She had brought a special kind of hot wax with her and was now using it to make my experience even more intense. I gasped as the warmth spread through my body, and I felt my arousal reach new heights.

When she had finished the wax, she moved back to my penis. She began to massage it with slow, deliberate motions, her hand gentle yet firm. I felt my pleasure rising with each stroke, and before long I was begging for release. She complied, increasing the pressure of her touch until I was on the brink of orgasm. At the same time, she whispered words of encouragement in my ear, uttering phrases like “you’re such a naughty boy” and “let yourself go”.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and when I finally reached my climax, I felt like I had been transported to another world entirely. When I was finally able to come back to reality, I thanked my masseuse profusely for the incredible experience. She simply smiled and said “you’re welcome” before exiting the room.

I felt energized, relieved, and deeply satisfied as I stepped out of the massage parlor. The cuckold massage had been unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and it had opened my eyes to an entirely new way of experiencing pleasure. As I drove away, I smiled, knowing that I had just had one of the most incredible and naughty sexual experiences of my life.