A Happy Ending?

In Adventure, BDSM, bullshit, Comedy, culture, dating, deviance, dominatrix, drama, FAQ, fun, gender, Kindness, kink, Lesbian, neurosis, Parties, paying for it, performance, perverts, politics, porn, Pride, Sex, sexual politics, sexuality, traveling, whores, Widow Centauri on February 7, 2009 at 5:19 am

So I’m at a resort / spa last weekend and I’m having a massage when the massage therapist tries to give me a happy ending.  Yep, a happy ending folks.  While I was on my back she pulled my right leg up like a frogs leg.  She put her fingers in the crock of my hip and started to jiggle me so that I was essentially humping the table.  It took a second to realize that she was trying to get me off but once I realized what was going on I decided to go with it and let myself get all worked up.  When she switched and lifted my left leg to into the humping frog position I decided I would see if I could cum.  I pulled the energy from the base of my spine up my spine into the crown of my head and then down the front of me to my clit.  I spun it faster and faster while she was jiggling the frog.  I kept spinning and getting closer and closer to coming and then she stopped, certain that I had reached a climax.  I had not.  I was really close but I hade not cum.  So there I am on the massage table and the therapist must figure I’m done – she sends me away.  Since the whole thing happened without any negotiation I didn’t have the balls to ask her to finish.  I mean how could I ask her to put me in a latex body bag and fist me?  I was in no position to ask her to finish what she started.  I can’t get off without something kinky happening.  GRRR
I left my massage frustrated and went back to my room.  I looked around in disbelief.  I came to the resort to relax.  I specifically left all my sex toys and paraphernalia at home.  I was not looking or sex on this trip, but now I had to get off.  I was all worked up and had to cum.  I frantically started looking for things to facilitate this.  As luck would have it I had a box of rubber gloves so I ripped them open and started sniffing them.  I rubbed the soft gloves all over my body, breathing deeply.  Rubber gloves and clothing smell like chocolate but condoms smell like sex.  Why do non-lubricated condoms smell different than other kinds of latex?  As I was rolling in the gloves I put a couple on my hands and a couple on my feet.  I ripped several of them so the band that goes around the wrist could go around my boobs,  I slid the gloves all the way on my boobs but my tits are to big and they wouldn’t stay put.  They kept sliding off.  I was so fucking horny.
After I rolled around in a whole box of rubber gloves I looked around for something to actually fuck.  I had ¾ of a cucumber for my eyes and a banana.  I ripped open a couple condoms and started to fuck myself with them. I needed nipple clamps, I had none.  I walked around the room in my rubber glove covered feet to discover clamps that are used for large bundles of paper.  I clamped them to my nipples and to my labia.  After 45 second I couldn’t take it any I took them off.  I repeated this on and off several times while I fucked myself with the fruit.  I watched the whole thing in the mirror.
I realized something:  I am kinky and I was going to be bruised from the frog fucker tomorrow. .

  1. Wow. AWESOME story! You were right, it was better to read it!

  2. Congrats you are now officially a john or a hobbyist or whatever they call them these days. I hope you tipped well.

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