First, please permit me a brief explanatory note regarding prostitution in the United Kingdom. We, as a nation, tend to be a little inhibited and very hypocritical about commercial sex. Prostitution, per se, is not illegal but soliciting for the purposes of prostitution certainly is, nor is it legal for the owner of a property knowingly to allow his premises to be used for the purposes of prostitution. However, he can't be held accountable for what individual occupants or tenants get up to without his knowledge or consent. Whew! In short, you can fuck someone for money but you better be careful how you do the deal. The reason for this explanation will become clear later.
By way of introduction: My name is John, I am 27 years old and married to Elizabeth. We live in Birmingham, Britain's second city, which is in the heart of the Midlands. The only other detail that is relevant here is that I am a total glutton for sex, I always have been. I am at my happiest when I am fucking and, normally, Elizabeth is bloody brilliant in seeing that I get my rocks off well and often. Its pretty good for her too I might add. We spend quite a bit of time fucking like bunnies.
So, it happened that, about three months ago, Elizabeth had to go away for nearly a month to be with a sick aunt. I was left all on my own. For the first few weeks I was a brave little soldier. After all I had the porn videos, the magazines, the toys, the KY jelly and, praise be, the Internet. I pestered my regular cyber sex contacts until I nearly drove them crazy. (Of course cyber sex was on our regular menu, we know what's good for us!) And all the while I masturbated!
Finally I started to get desperate. I positively had to have sex with a warm body. That night I broached the subject with Liz during our nightly phone call, just after we had finished our nightly phone sex. I asked her if she would mind me going to a massage parlour to get laid and she was most amenable. I remember what she said, "Fuck as many tarts as you like babe, just stay the fuck away from any of my friends, I know some of them have the hots for you and there are one or two who have the morals of an alley cat." I didn't think it would be wise to ask for names at that stage. Grin.
The very next day was Saturday and at about five p.m. I found myself standing outside a neat, well-kept semi-detached house in a quiet side street not too far from the city centre. In a downstairs window was a discreet sign that read "Jade Dragon Sauna and Massage." I rang the doorbell and, after only a few moments, was admitted by a very smartly dressed middle aged woman. She invited me into a small reception room, furnished with a desk and two chairs and tastefully decorated. She seated herself behind the desk and invited me to be seated in the other chair. There was not much to be discussed really, She told me that all that was on offer was a massage and a sauna and that the cost of that would be twenty pounds. Anything else that was on my mind would be a matter for a private discussion between my masseuse and me. Would I like to meet the young ladies who were on duty? A nod was all it took. She relieved me of my twenty quid and led me through a door into the next room.
Seated in comfortable chairs around the room were five women and all of them smiled at me beautifully as I entered. Four of them were very similar in appearance; they had blonde or blondish hair, big breasts, were dressed provocatively and were young. The fifth woman was totally different. She was forty or forty-five and was dressed quite demurely but very smartly in a print dress underneath which I could make out a generously endowed figure. She had a lovely face with an enchanting smile. Being as fond of mature women as I am, and especially those who are a little plump, I was instantly captivated. I went over to where she sat and held my hand out to her saying, "Please will you be my masseuse for today?"
"It would be my pleasure," she said, "My name is Sue" I mumbled my name in return. She rose to her feet and, still holding my hand led me out of a door at the back of the room. She led me up a flight of stairs to a landing on the next floor and then through a door into a room which was about the size of a normal double bedroom. Up against the wall on one side was a massage table with a large mirror fastened to the wall directly behind it. In the opposite corner were a comfortable chair and a clotheshorse. In another corner was a generously sized shower cubicle which was opened to the room and opposite that, to finish off the furnishings, was a large television set. " Please take a shower." she said, "There is plenty of hot water. When you are done make yourself comfortable on the table. I will be back." She went over to the television and clicked it on and then swiftly went out of the door, leaving me alone.
I quickly stripped off and got into the shower. The warm water felt great on my body and I soaped myself all over, wanting to be squeaky clean for my mature masseuse. I was paying particular attention to my cock, feeling it start to swell as I stroked it gently with a soapy hand, when my attention was caught by a scene being played out on the telly. A hot hardcore sex scene was being played out in glorious technicolour and widescreen. A young woman of the bimbo type was servicing two well-muscled guys who were hung like stallions. She had blonde hair, huge silicone tits and a well-rounded arse. She was kneeling on all fours, one guy in front of her and the other behind. As I watched, the guy behind her was forcing his enormous cock into her tight arsehole. She was moaning and crying out and then she shoved back just a little bit and it popped right in, past her ring. She gave a long gasp as he pushed it slowly in up to the hilt and then held it there for a few moments while she grabbed the huge cock in front of her and tried to inhale as much of it as she could.
The camera zoomed in until it was tight on the enormous cock embedded in that tight hole. It lingered as he slowly withdrew his shaft, slight brown staining in the lube that eased its passage, until the knobend was just visible again. This happened a few more times and then the camera backed off as he started to pick up the pace and began to fuck her with some energy. This was so fucking hot! My soapy hand was getting my cock real clean; I was stroking harder and faster. I soaped up my other hand and then slipped it underneath me and found my arsehole with my index finger. I rammed the finger in, searching for my gland while I wanked furiously. The guy on the screen came at that moment, his cum slopping out of the woman's arse, squeezing out past his cock in blobs. The camera switched to the other guy, just in time to catch his cumshot spurting all over her face.
What the fuck was I doing! I stopped myself just two seconds short of a mind blowing cum and a total waste of twenty quid. I quickly finished my shower and dried myself before going over to the massage table and stretching myself out full length, lying on my back. My cock stuck straight up in the air like a flagpole. Moments later Sue came back. I caught her smiling as she saw me but she did not say anything about my erection. " Would you like talcum powder or aromatic oil?" she asked. " I have some very sexy oil scented with sandalwood."
