Happy Ending Massage: Will I Get What I Came For?

I was determined to get the happy ending massage I wanted.

After getting a recommendation for Anna, the woman who apparently gave my friend, Dan, the best sensual Asian massage of his life, I had to see if she would please me in the same way.  Obviously, I’d heard about a happy ending massage. But it was something I hadn’t experienced myself.  But all that was about to change.

Lying on the table, my fingers wet from my pussy juice, I felt butterflies in my stomach.  I was so excited for this sexy Asian masseuse to give me exactly what I wanted.  Since I had paid for the Elite package, I assumed that meant I would get it all and that it was code for a happy ending massage.  Would she use toys on me?  Just her fingers?  Or would I have her talented tongue massaging my pussy walls?  I needed to know!

She didn’t mention a happy ending massage, only knocking quietly on the door and coming right in.

Anna didn’t say a thing when she walked over to me.  I turned my head slightly so I could really check her out.  Her dark hair was pin straight and now clipped back, allowing full sight of her incredibly big tits.  She was dressed in a short, tight, white uniform with the top three buttons undone, showing off her gorgeous cleavage.  And I could see she had a tiny little waist and a nice juicy ass.  As much as I wanted a happy ending massage from her, I also wanted to touch her back!  Would she let me?  Suddenly, her hand gripped my hair and she guided my head back to the face cradle.

Soon, she was pulling the sheet back.  Then I felt her small hands begin to rub warm oil all over me.  For such a petite thing, she was quite strong.  And I felt myself instantly relax as her hands ran up and down my body.  But would I have to ask for a happy ending massage?  When would she begin pleasuring me?

As soon as the thought of a happy ending massage entered my mind again, I felt her fingers graze my ass crack.

It was very subtle, seeming almost like an accident.  But then her fingers slid right down my crack to my pussy.  Then I knew my happy ending massage was about to start.  Her slick fingers slipped between my pussy lips and back up to my pucker, each time with a little more force.  Before I knew what was happening, Anna had plunged her two fingers into my tight cunt and fingered me.  Then I had the first of many orgasms that day.  I couldn’t see a thing being face down, but I felt the massage table shift underneath me.  And I knew she was climbing up on it.

Suddenly, Anna’s warm wet tongue replaced her fingers in my pussy.  She was lapping up my cum like a thirsty dog.  With unexpected strength, she pulled my hips up and flipped herself around, lying on her back underneath me and sucking my clit between her teeth.  Then she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my crotch down onto her face, practically suffocating herself with my pussy.  If this is a happy ending massage, I thought to myself, I’m coming back every week.  Anna was devouring my wet hole, making me cum all over her mouth repeatedly.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she slid out from under me and stood next to the table.  When I looked up to see what was happening, she had already finished unbuttoning her tiny dress.  And was standing completely naked in front of me, her nipples hard and her completely bare pussy glistening in the soft light.

“Now you give me happy ending massage?” she asked with a wink.

Do you think I gave her the happy ending massage she wanted?  Only one way to find out…

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