It seemed I had wasted much of my 20s, lost, moving, trying to find myself, etc., and had not been laid nearly enough. Now that I had hit 30, the action was picking up. My friends did me the favor of ending my 4-year dry spell (yes, 4 years with no pussy) by taking me to an Asian massage parlor for my 28th birthday. I don’t remember her name, but this Korean sexpot of perfect proportions – slim figure, smallish but nicely rounded breasts with dark, hard nipples – was fantastic. First she bathed me, gently washing me down with a soft hand mitt, paying special attention to my cock and balls until I thought I was going to explode right there.
But this petite darling was a true professional. She backed off, toweled me dry and led me to a dimly lit room with a bed dominating the scene. I laid on my stomach and she massaged my back, ass, and thighs with a light out and a firm yet erotic touch. She rolled me over and rubbed my chest, seemingly enjoying the feel of my chest hair in her hands. My Asian honey straddled me, my cock resting against her warm pussy, and kissed and licked her way down from my neck to my nipples and then my dick.
I almost jumped when her tongue made contact with my hard cock, arching my back and my hands instinctively wrapping themselves in her long, black hair. She licked me delicately, circling the head before sliding her tongue down my shaft to my balls, he mouth trading places with the had that gripped my dick, slowly jacking me with the lubrication her mouth had left there. It was almost too much to take for a guy who had been accustomed to taking care of himself for so long. Before I could come, she backed off my balls and went back to sucking my cock. When she pulled off, I realized she had put a condom on me with her mouth – what a pro!
I held her hips as she straddled me, slowly lowering her pussy, just barely moist, over my cock, which felt bigger than its 7-plus inches at that moment. With a low grunt she hit bottom and rested there for a moment, my hands cupping her petite ass. The feeling, even with a condom, was amazing. Her pussy was tight and warm and I could feel it clutching at my invading cock. She started rocking back and forth, grinding her clit on my pubic bone in an effort to make herself wetter. I had been waiting four years to get laid and now that my hard cock was in this pussy, I could wait no longer. I lifted her by her waist and started sliding her on my cock.
I took a moment from watching my cock slide in and out of my birthday present to look up as she arched her back and neck, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open with no sound coming out save an occasional and barely audible moan of ecstasy. She opened her eyes and with a glint of pleasure, looked down at me. She leaned forward, planted her hands on my chest and started pumping her ass up and down on her own, her feet planted flat on the bed on either side of me. I let go of her waist and moved my hands to her small tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, bringing them to a hardness that could cut glass. I adjusted myself slightly and took a nipple in my mouth, alternately teasing it with my tongue, sucking and then nibbling on it.
She just kept riding me at a steady pace, allowing me to get my (friends’) money’s worth without rushing me to a finish. I pulled her torso down to me, slowing her pace so I could feel her tits against my chest. That didn’t last long, biting my chest to let me know she had had enough. With that she rose back up and started gripping my cock tighter than I thought possible with her cunt while still riding strong.
Finally, she started riding me furiously, driving me to the finish. Within minutes I was ready to explode. She noticed my breathing and urged me on. “Cum for me, lover! Cum on, shoot your load inside me!” Between her hot talk and her pussy, I could hold back no longer, cumming so hard I nearly passed out.
When I was finished, she slowly rose up off of me, allowing my deflating cock to slide out of her now-wet pussy. She removed the full condom from my cock, tossing it into a small waste basket before gently cleaning me with a damp washcloth. I held her close for a moment as I regained my composure, then we both got up and got dressed.
As I turned to leave, she got on her toes in front of me, kissed me lightly on the cheek, squeezed my cock and whispered, “Happy birthday.”
I knew I would likely not go back to the massage parlor, but I still do, if only in my memory.
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