Massage gone not quite right | 2016

So I got a massage the other day, knowing it's going to be a sexy massage. A body-on-body massage to be precise. I've been to this place before and got treated very well by this tight, French model. She had a flat stomach and beautiful eyes. She knew where to stroke to get me rock hard and she even moaned to get me even more in the mood. While slowly stroking my shaft she dangled her long hair over my body to tickle me and she giggled in the cutest way when she noticed my body reacting to that. She wasn't shy off anal play ether. While her fingers were nice and oily she put little pressure on the part between my balls and anus. When I groaned satisfactory to that she went even lower and played with my butthole. Very slow and careful at first but when I reached my climax she would be two knuckles deep. My cum shot out of me and she was in awe of the amount of jizz that my body expelled. After cleaning the pearly juice from her hand, my belly and the bed she climbed on top of me stroking me with her breasts and hair. Her breasts were small but we're clearly visible via the mirrors on the wall. Moving and gliding all over my body. Her head would glide past mine and she kissed me on my chin, then my cheek, when she reached my ear she whispered 'thank you so much for that big load, I love playing with your big cock.' After she said that she pressed her hips down on my dick that was already becoming hard again. She gave me a grinn and climbed off the massaging table. She hold a towel ready for me so I could take a shower. She said she would show me the shower but was unable to join me. I put on a pouty face and let her take me to the shower which was on the end of the hall. Halfway through the hall she noticed my dick standing in attention and grabbed it pulling me along. I groaned because it felt so good to be under total controle of her. She could have taken me downstairs, through the lobby of other horny men and outside so she could jack me of on the street, I wouldn't have cared. Sadly she took me to the shower and turned it on. While she waited for the water to be hot she gave me a compliment on my ability to get hard again so fast after cumming. Normally I need some more time and rest to get the blood flow going again but she made me soooo excited. I got under the nice hot water still hoping she would join me, but like she said, she couldn't. I was devastated and she noticed so she walked to the door and grabbed the edge like a dancing pole and squaded to the ground only to let her ass get up again while staying bent over. This gave me a great look at her pussy, butthole and ass in general. When she stood up from that heavenly pose I was already stroking my cock. She gave me a cute smile and wink before she got out into the hall and closed the door. I mastrubated remembering that pose and that pussy that seemed to glimmer of oil or wetness, I prefer the thought of her being soaking wet. I dried myself off and got dressed. She gave me a long kiss on the cheek and a business card of the massage place with her name writen on it. Of course I promised to be back! It was definitely worth the money and the weeks after I would fondly remember that hour with the most wonderful French girl I've ever met. Spankbank material for sure.

So weeks after this wonderful experience I showed up at the same massage parlor. Sadly my French beauty wasn't available, I cursed at myself for not making an appointment. The secretary recommended a Filipino girl that was also petite and very cute. Dana was her name. When Dana came out to greet me she smiled with the most wide smile I've ever seen and there was this twinkle in her eye that no photographer could ever capture. She seemed genuinely happy to see me. Maybe because there came a lot of old guys through there and a healthy 25 year old was a nice break for once. After a kiss on the cheek and the obligatory introduction we went upstairs. As soon as she closed the door she would start asking questions about where I'm from, what I was doing in this part of the world and stuff like that. I don't like to talk during massages so I gave abrupt answers in the hope she would shut up and keep the relaxing atmosphere alive... she didn't... She kept on going about her own life and stopt asking me questions all together. Luckily all wasn't bad. She had a great body and her nails stroked me on all the right places. She caught on very quick that I like to have my anus played with and she did so while talking. I tried to concentrate on getting hard but her stories were weird and weren't tide together in any way. Sometimes she would even stop massaging to tell something with her hands moving them to make clear how something looked or in which direction she walked. After she had me turn around so I would face up she shut up. Finally! She oiled me up and played a bit with my semi. It got hard and she nodded in satisfaction. I finally got to relax. Or so I thought. She caught me off guard with the question of when I lost my virginity. Without thinking I said 16. She let me know she found it to young, so I asked her when she lost hers. She said 17 while smiling. I asked her how it went in the hope she would tell it in detail and make it a sexy story to get me more turned on. I noticed she got a bit ashamed so I encourage her to keep on telling. To my horror she told me her virginity was taken by rape... Shock and awkwardness filled the room. She kept on jerking me and I told her to stop and asked her if she didn't found it difficult doing this work and if she wanted to stop the session. She gave me a genuine smile again and told me she didn't mind. Something about getting back at her dad for raising her like a boy and forcing her to be like one growing up. She went back to talking about miscellaneous stuff and I soldiered through the most awkward orgasm of my life.

After the cleanup we had to wait for the shower to be free. I stood in the doorway of the room looking at the French girl that was on the end of the hallway. She had her head poked in the bathroom talking to her cliënt that was about to take a shower. I was filled with sorrow for not making an appointment with her while I observed her tight butt pressing against the luckiest doorpost in the world. Dana slowly closed the door to our room rattling on about how she was never going to have sex again, not even when she is married because she wants to marry a guy that can't use his junk so she can't be raped or cheated on again. I could argue with her logic but didn't have the strength, I was tired, I felt dirty and wanted to be anywhere else.

I took a quick shower but it didn't help, I still felt like I should have dealt with her story and trauma differently. I even considered talking to management and make them get her some help. Now that I typed this it wouldn't have been weird to cut the session short and ask for my money back.

Anyway, sorry for the rant but I would love to hear what you guys would have done in this situation. Hope you enjoyed at least the first part.