Massage Room (2) R18
Following her instructions, I turned over and lay on my stomach.
"Could you kneel down and lean forward? It helps reduce the pain."
"…"
It's embarrassing. Really embarrassing. I feel like I'm confessing naked at a church.
When I had won take this position, I never felt anything, but now that the roles were reversed, I couldn't help but feel humiliated.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I just don't want you to be in pain."
Smooch— Chloro gently caressed my back and kissed my ear. She applied wax around my anus and pressed the strip into place.
Pop!
Ssshh!
Suddenly, she spanked with her palm as she pulled off the wax. I covered my mouth while lying face down. I nearly let out a pathetic moan. Any sense of pain was swallowed up by waves of pleasure before it could even be expressed.
This felt like sothing straight out of a martial arts novel. Her touch bypassed skin and muscle, resonating deep inside my prostate. The fluid stored in my prostate transford into pure pleasure at her slightest gesture, as if it were going wild.
Pop!
Ssshh!
It was a perfect, upgraded version of what nurses do. They just use pain to distract from more pain, but Chloro skillfully blended pleasure and pain to create an even bigger ripple. Precum dripped from the tip of my painfully erect penis. I didn't realize I could produce this much.
This ti, she massaged , as if kneading dough. Her thumb and forefinger dug into the flesh beneath my tailbone and pressed firmly on both sides.
"Hnngh." I couldn't hold back a moan anymore. If her previous touches were like throwing a stone into a pond of pleasure, this was like plunging a long stick into the water and stirring it vigorously.
She didn’t even touch the tip, but her hands coaxed pleasure from the root, deep inside. It was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Could this be what a prostate massage feels like?
I was at my limit. Chloro knew it, too. She was orchestrating everything—my biological rhythm, breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, and the movents of my testes and prostate—like the conductor of an orchestra.
Pop!
Ssshh!
As the last strip of hair was removed, she spanked again, and the shock opened the floodgates I had been holding back. A burst of sen erupted from the tip that had only been leaking precum until now, bringing with it an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
It wasn't a climax that started from my genitals but one that originated deeper, from my lower abdon. At the sa ti, Chloro grabbed my penis and shook it vigorously. She applied pressure to every part of it, squeezing out the sen, and I felt my vision go white.
Sen exploded from , matching the long period of restraint I had endured. She gradually slowed down while maintaining her grip, pushing the remaining pleasure from the root to the tip, and milking .
From my prostate to the tip of my penis, all of my sensory receptors sent pleasure signals to my brain. For the first ti, I wondered if it was possible to die from an orgasm. She continued to move her hand slowly, not stopping until the very last drop of sen was released.
"Ahh…" A sigh of relief escaped my lips. This was the most intense and satisfying climax I'd ever experienced in my life. It felt like all those long months of abstinence had been rewarded in a single mont. Once the final release was complete, Chloro embraced . She caressed my back with her clean hand and showered my body with kisses.
"Good job. The waxing is all done now."
Her hand traced gently along my spine, soothing and comforting.
"That felt incredible. I’m so glad to be alive."
"Haha, hearing you say that makes happy too."
Smooch—
"But what should we do now?" She spoke as she kissed my neck.
"It's just the beginning, you know?"
She chuckled softly, covering her mouth. Every movent, every expression she made was charming and human.
"The ti of abstinence was too long to end it with just one ti, right?"
I nodded. Sure, the release felt amazing, almost mind-blowing, but it wasn't enough.
Chloro smiled warmly and grabbed so body wash and a shower head. The warm, foamy water washed away the sen and wax from her hands and the massage bed.
"Oops!"
When she removed her lingerie, her large breasts jiggled, asserting their presence. No matter how many tis I saw them, they always left in awe. They weren't just big; they stood proudly, as if they had a will of their own.
Below them was a slender waist with faintly defined abs, and further down, her vulva was visible. Her labia were tightly closed, untouched and unblemished, with her clitoris shyly peeking out halfway.
"Please lie down comfortably."
As I lay down, the foamy water from the body wash poured over , cleaning away the remaining sen and pieces of wax. Next, she brought out a bottle of massage oil.
"This is a specially made dical-grade oil. It reduces swelling and disinfects any wounds caused by the hair removal."
Cold oil poured onto my body.
"It might feel a bit cold."
But her hands were even colder than the oil. Her touch was as cold as ice.
"Your hands are freezing."
"Isn't that convenient?"
The second-generation androids like her weren't just equipped for sexual acts; they had various functions. Regulating hand temperature for effective massage treatnt wasn't even a special feature.
"Cooling the skin is important to soothe it after hair removal."
Chloro carefully massaged every part of my body. The burning sensation in my skin was gradually eased by her cold touch.
"Leave it to my hands." She whispered in my ear and lightly nibbled it with her lips. Her long tongue flicked teasingly at my earlobe. At the sa ti, her ice-cold hand grabbed my balls, making gasp. They shriveled up instantly. This was humiliating for a man—letting out moans like this.
"How cute." She chuckled softly. After that, it was no longer about sexual pleasure but the pleasure of muscle relaxation.
"Turn over and lie on your stomach."
When I flipped over, Chloro straddled my thighs. With her fists clenched and thumbs extended, she pressed into my back. She slowly drew circles outward, her fists and thumbs releasing the tension in my muscles. Her hands moved over all the places where muscles tended to knot, like my back, shoulders, and below my neck.
As she massaged my lower back and around my tailbone, my penis started to rise again. She hadn’t touched it at all. She was just stimulating the muscles around my nervous system along my spine in a pleasing way. The subtle waves of sensation accumulating in my lower abdon were enough to make hard again.
Chloro wrapped her palms around my ankles. As she slowly moved her hands up from my calves to my thighs, my skin quivered like rippling water. Her hands seed to be chasing away all the built-up fatigue hidden between the fibers of my leg muscles.
I felt at peace.
Press.
Squeeze.
The foot massage she gave was pure bliss. She interlaced her fingers with my toes, squeezing them together, and massaged the line from my heel to the outer edge of my foot. When she pressed down on the Yongcheon point, a mixed sensation of pleasure and pain surged up from the center of my foot.
Is this what it feels like for a woman with little experience to discover orgasm?
The sharp pain coexisted with a dull, resonating pleasure. It hurt, but it felt so good. A subtle pleasure spread softly and lingered in the background. Her thumb, pressing into the Yongcheon point, slowly traced circles around it to relieve the fatigue.
Press.
Squeeze.
There was no need for a pressure stick. Her fingers, unrelenting, applied a steady pressure as they massaged my feet for an extended ti. Starting from the Yongcheon point, then moving to the center of the foot, and then to the arch. Every bit of tension and tightness left over from the battles with the infected dissolved under her skilled touch.
"Chloro."
"Yes."
"To be honest, all I could think about today was having intense sex with you."
"Oh my, I felt the sa way," Chloro laughed, but her hands never stopped moving.
"But today I realized there's pleasure just as good as sex. It's the first ti I've ever felt so deeply what it's like to be rewarded by soone. I feel so relaxed, both in body and mind."
"I'm really happy to hear you say that," Chloro replied in a joyful voice.
By the ti all the muscles in my body had loosened up, she laid on my back. I felt like an invertebrate, with all my muscles pleasantly unwound. The only thing still rigid was one part of —my stiff erection, which was slowly leaking pre-cum.
Chloro climbed on top of and squatted. Her voluptuous breasts, curvaceous body, and perfectly smooth, hairless labia and vagina were fully exposed. Her hand took hold of my erection and guided it to her entrance, where honey-like moisture was flowing, making my pre-cum seem insignificant.
"Shall I put it in?"
"Please."
Slip—
The head of my penis slid smoothly into her opening. Imdiately, her folds tightened around .
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