Asian Massage Parlor at a Work Conference

Having a physician conference in the Inland Empire was brutal. Two days of listening to lectures at various conference rooms had my neck feeling awful. By the last talk of the 2nd day, I started scoping out an Asian Massage Parlor to get a nice release... of my neck.

I found a spot in a run down strip mall down the street and made my way after the talk. It looked like every other massage parlor in a desert suburb, but the girl who opened the door, Elena, was a different story. She was younger than Wendy, with an athletic build and a pair of black scrubs that couldn't hide how toned she was. She had her hair up in a messy bun and had a more radiant look in her eyes. Maybe she was just new and hadn't had the many interesting experiences of an AMP.

I paid the 1 hr rate upfront, and as soon as we got into the room, the vibe changed. The AC was humming, struggling against the desert sun outside, but inside it was cool and dim.

"You look tense," she said in broken English.

I didn't even bother for her to wait to leave. I started stripping and crawled onto the table face down. She blushed a bit and excused herself to grab her supplies.

The massage went on splendidly. She started on my back, hips and legs with no funny business at first. She went on to massage my neck which felt incredible. I was moaning and groaning at every knot especially along my upper trap and levator scap areas.

She asked me to flip over and continued to give me a great neck massage. As she began running her fingers along my chest, I could feel the towel covering myself begin to rise. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt to her.

My eyes opened and we made intense eye contact. She whispered if I wanted anything extra. I replied with everything and she nodded. I asked how much and she said $150. I sat up and grabbed my wallet, handing her $200 in cash. She folded it up and placed it on the counter.

I stayed standing as she stripped out of the scrubs, revealing a body that was all lean muscle and curves. She didn't waste any time. She handed me the condom which I rolled on and I flipped her over on the table, and went to work. This wasn't the slow, rhythmic stuff I did with Wendy. I was frustrated, tired, and needed to let off steam. I gripped her waist until my knuckles were white, railing her from behind with everything I had.

The table was actually rattling against the wall, and Elena wasn't shy about it. She was arching her back, her hands gripping the head of the table, and she was screaming loud enough that I hoped the walls were thick. Every time I thought about slowing down, she’d push back against me, asking me for more. The sound of our skin slapping together and her vocal reactions turned the room into a total blur of heat and friction.

I flipped her onto her back and entered her missionary. She started wincing with each deep thrust telling me how big I was and begging me to slow down in this position. I would slow down for a moment then slam into her again feeling her cervix. Her lean body and small perky tits bouncing with each thrust. Her pussy was so tight and her lips gripped so much every time I pulled out.

When I finally hit the limit, I didn't hold anything back. I gripped her breasts and let out a long, ragged breath as I finished, my muscles finally relaxing for the first time in forty-eight hours.

The room went quiet, save for our heavy breathing and the hum of the AC. But then, the intensity just evaporated. Elena climbed off the table, her face flushed and a little sweaty, and her whole demeanor shifted back to that nurturing, professional side.

"Stay there," she whispered, her voice soft again. I lowered myself back onto the table face up. Cum dripping out of my softening cock.

She disappeared for a second and came back with a stack of steaming hot towels. The transition was incredible. One minute I was aggressively taking her, and the next, she was gently wiping the sweat and oil off my back and legs. She was incredibly thorough, cleaning me up with a tenderness that caught me off guard. She even spent a few extra minutes just resting a warm towel over my lower back, letting the heat soak into the muscles I'd just finished straining.

"Better?" she asked, leaning down to give me one squeeze of her breasts.

"So much better," I admitted.

I got dressed, feeling like a new man. The IE may be hot and dusty, but Elena made the trip worth every second. I stepped back out into the glare of the afternoon sun, hopped in my car, and finally felt ready for another day of lectures.