I met this mature yummy mummy today. She called herself Carol. Fucks knows what her real name is. She has a cute face, D-cup tits and elongated nipples so large you can hang your car keys from them. 

I work in an industrial estate and as such planning laws cater for all manner of industries, and accordingly there is a smattering of seedy massage parlors close by to tend to the needs of the hardworking man. These dens of iniquity operate with impunity as they escape the attention of nosy residents.

The names ranged from the exotic to the laughable. ‘Sublime Touch’ and 'Nature's Way' to ‘Special AAA Quality Massage’. I’m laughing just at the thought of that one.

None of them would make it on the pages of Architectural Digest either, but I didn't attend for the ambiance. I chose one that had a rear door for discreet entry and egress. Everyone knows what happens in these places. I just don’t think I would look good in a mugshot.

The bell attached to the door clanged loudly as soon as I entered. Within seconds a crusty old mamasan flashed her yellow teeth and took hold of my hand and led me to a waiting area.

"Wot yoo heer for?” she asked.

Really? I thought. I'm not here to bake a cake princess.

“Massage, please," I replied.

She craned her head towards me. “Ay? What do you say?”

Mamasan was as deaf as a post. Before I could repeat myself, she said,

"You wannee massageee?"

“Yesee.” I repeated while nodding.

She again took my hand and lead me to a vacant room, first or second on the right as you enter via the back door.

An ungodly stench sucker punched me on the way. The place had a smell of cabbage and boiled octopus or Mamasan popped the cork on a bottle of 1956 Chateau du Sphincter.

"Did you just fart?" I asked

Mamasan stopped and turned, “Ay? What do you say?”

I pointed to a three-year-old calendar with a picture of a Japanese landscape still hanging on the wall and replied, "I like your art."

Mamasan mumbled something in Cantonese and kept walking

I was shown the room and told to get ready. Mamasan yelled at someone in Chinese as we passed a curtain, and I heard a magazine being dropped to the floor. I waited in this room for maybe 2 minutes when Carol entered.

Since we were new acquaintances, I thought we should spend just 30 minutes together but quickly changed it to 60 based on the instant connection. I wanted to get to know her better, without rush.

Before Carol left to do what working ladies do before servicing a client, she asked, “Have you been here before?"

I answered yes. I hadn't, and I have no idea why I said I had. She made no comment after that and left me to prepare.

I assumed the usual position, face down, my cock, which is sizeable, pointing to my feet so “accidental” brushes could happen with ease. But being our first date, I kept my legs together to begin with purely for the sake of decorum. She was gone for quite some time. I recorded about 5-7 minutes on the clock before I heard her coming back. 

I was on my elbows when she opened the door, and she smiled at me. I made no requests other than a massage. Her next question was what pressure I’d like, and she began the massage by applying a reasonable amount of oil to my back. We talked about various things, including where else she worked. During this phase she was rightly quite guarded. As we started, some guy was railing at her colleague in the room across the hall. Lots of grunting and groaning, cooing and moaning and the usual slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh, a sound I guarantee is not foreign to these papier-mâché walls. We both had a quiet chuckle – me more so, knowing where we might be in 40 minutes' time.

I was there for the hour, so I shortly rested my head and just enjoyed her slow, sensual and erotic long strokes. She made no immediate advances towards my erogenous areas, but the intent built steadily. Over time the inevitable brushes of her lithe fingers on my rapidly engorging phallus became less accidental and more part of the repertoire. I succumbed to her sensual and erotic long strokes. After 15 minutes I was parting my legs and raising my hips to allow her wandering hands the access I was seeking.

No words, just tantalizing touch. This was going to happen. I just needed to stop thinking about all the scenarios that could play out and surrender to the moment. 

All too soon, the flip came. …and then the fun. “What would you like?" she asked.

"Can we fuck?" 

"Yessss," she cooed, and with that she went straight for the condom.

“Not yet." I said and moved towards her to help her undress with reciprocal kisses.

I like deep French kisses but am selective. I would want to know the girl a bit longer. Carol tried it. It was nice and not too deep. I think she sensed my apprehension and didn’t push it too far.

She allowed me to help her out of her black blouse and bra. Her nipples found their way to my willing lips, and I caressed and teased them gently. At the same time my free hand slid into her panties and felt her warm, wet intimacy. She moaned a soft moan and soon pulled her gym pants and panties off in two steps. 

I asked Carol if anyone had come in her already that day before I headed south to flick her bean with my tongue like a boxer working a speedball. She looked perplexed, hesitated, then said no. I don’t know if she was taken aback by the direct question or if she was covering her response.

I moved her onto the table and proceeded to apply my eager tongue to her button, hiding amongst her bush. It’s the first time in a LONG time since I dined on a furry pussy, which just added to my arousal. I was stiffening quickly. I didn’t need to know if she was enjoying it as much as I – her wetness and gentle “mmm's", "oohhs" and "aahhs" were enough validation. I traced my tongue around her clitoris, gently massaging it, with the occasional excursion around her labia and dive into her fragrant trove, penetrating as deep as it would extend, then coming back to the start, where her gentle hip gyrations confirmed it was a welcomed return. I dwelled there for a time and then repeated. Her moisture and scent drenched my lower face.

I was down there for a good 15 minutes until her feet began to pull back and she started to grind on my tongue when it was inside her. After what seemed an eternity, she raised her hips off the table, clamping my head and pulling back away, gasping deeply and in a profuse sweat. 

“You made me cum," she said, in a way that sounded like she hadn’t expected that to happen. I didn’t respond, just letting her consider her words and sensations again.

“You made me cum; I came," she repeated in disbelief, this time with emphasis – like it was a fact. She chuckled to herself. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, but she was in a very intimate mood after. 

I was diamond-hard by then and asked for a BJ. With no objection, she went for the condom – but I told her I can’t come like that. She obliged and began an expert bareback blowjob. She started by engulfing one, then two testicles, then a luxuriously long, deep and hot-mouthed technique along my shaft and head. Tongue on the outside, then wet mouth to the limits of her throat. 

I needed to be inside her.

“Let’s fuck." I growled.

With that, it was on with the condom, and I made her lie perpendicular across the table; she had one hand against the wall, legs akimbo and one hand on my engorged cock, guiding it into her. Her pussy was so wet and welcoming I had no problem getting balls deep to the hilt in the first stroke. The thrust drew a gasp from her, not from discomfort, but surprise and ecstasy. She was ready to take me -- take me all – and knowing the clock was well past (Mamasan had reminded her twice already), I knuckled down and focused on delivering my shot.

My rhythm quickened to the fast and furious on the way towards the inevitable crescendo. By now, both her hands were on the wall behind her head. Thighs slapping thighs vigorously. The table strained to take the lateral force, its noisy complaints easily drowning out Jesse’s self-restrained grunts, biting her lip, head turning from side to side at each thrust. Her expression was of complete abandonment – giving her body over to her impalement on my sizeable cock.

Time was now of the essence. Mamasan had already mentioned something twice in Chinese at the hour. Carol just ignored her. But I was quick to finish up – not that Carol was rushing me. It was maybe a few more minutes of furious fucking before I was close to climax. I requested to cum on her, to which she breathlessly yelped, "Yes!"

I pulled out, ripped off the condom and, within seconds, spilt my seed all over her belly, bush and gaping vagina. So very satisfying! After I came on her, she swiveled from lying perpendicular to the table to parallel.

I sat beside her and caressed her body. She was in a very relaxed state – eyes closed. As if to tease or prolong the ecstasy, she lovingly smeared my warm offering on her soft skin, over her mound and to her inner thighs. Such a visual delight and SO FUCKING HOT!

We cleaned up (still no rush from her). I asked for her number, and after slight hesitation, she gave it to me, thanked me for coming and said, “Come again. See you soon." 

She walked me to the back door, gave me a hug and a light kiss, and said goodbye. 

And then it was over, but I was already making mental alterations to my diary to see Carol again.

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