u/alexcumlightly

I revisited a local reliable place recently and was told by the young mamasan at the door that it was now "under new management" and that it was legitimate. She asked if I'd visited before and I answered, honestly, yes. She reiterated it had changed and was I sure I wanted a "genuine massage". My brain calculated quickly that I could either answer "no thanks" and leave looking like a pervert, or "yes" and have an unsatisfying session. Stupidly, I picked option number 2.

I was walked to the room by a portly, older provider. As she was Asian it was impossible to know her exact age, but I was fairly sure she was old enough to get a free bus pass. Not that I usually mind but her neatly pressed uniform just added to the fact that this was no longer the villainous place it once was. Both mamasan and provider reminded me (again) that it was a legit place and that I was required to wear the paper pants provided and that mamasan would return "randomly in 15 minutes to check everything is ok". I resigned myself that I'd wasted my money.

The massage started and, sure enough, at the 10min mark the front desk Nazi returned to ensure nothing fun was happening. It wasn't. When she left I joked with the provider that maybe now she was gone I could remove the pants. We laughed but she made it clear that no, the new management was very strict. I sighed.

Trying to relax into the massage helped for a while, but after another 10mins my body started to naturally react and my cock swelled up like it had been attacked by a gang of angry bees. My demeanor started to shift and, knowing I was being activated without any release, it went from relaxing to frustrating. I found myself basically rutting against the mattress. I asked to turn over in the hopes that some fresh air might alleviate the overall groin tension but the pent up frustration just kept mounting.

I asked again if there was any remote chance of relief, could I even just touch myself. 'no, no' was the hurried response, 'cannot'. My emotions felt like I was being injected with testosterone and a sedative at the same time. My cock remained disappointed and heavy. She tried her best to continue the massage but every touch felt like a tease. It almost became painful.

At the 45 min mark she started glancing at the door which had a small, clear window inserted high up, clearly for mamasan to spot check. And then she did something I shall be forever grateful for. She slid one fat hand down inside the paper pants and gripped my chubby shame stick. The feel of her old hand wrapped around my shaft was like sinking into a warm bath after a long day. She tugged it for no more than four or five pumps while reminding me to stay quite and I unloaded an absolute monster of batter across my own stomach. I wanted to growl out the banshee cry of an animal released from a trap, but I stay respectful and just let out a long, deep sign. I was like someone lifted a bag of sand off my soul.

If nothing else, it acted as a reminder of why I occasionally go. Sometimes nothing quite cleans out the pipes like a true spa experience.

What's everyone's general experience with black ladies as providers? In NYC the default seems to be AMPs, which is great and I'm well on my way to collecting all the Scout badges for the various Asian nationalities you'd imagine. But I've tried to mix it up and include Russian (terrible experience), North African (ok, but tame), and various Europeans (mixed bag).

I've always wanted to try a black lady and only once had the opportunity. I went into a place where there was an Asian girl and a heavyset African looking lady chatting at the front desk. The Asian was super welcoming and asked how long I'd like, the large black lady gave me a passing look and continued painting her nails. I requested the hour and asked if I could pick my provider. When the Asian lady said sure and reached for a book and to call in others, I said 'how about her?' and nodded at the rotund dark-skinned lady. She looked up again and made that "Mm-hmm" noise.

What surprised me was, once I was set up in the room, she came in looking quite different. Outside she had close-cropped hair, nearly bald. But on entering the room she was wearing some makeup and had shoulder length hair. I made a mental note not to tug it.

We got chatting. She turned out to be Jamaican. She was actually a lot more bubbly than I'd first thought. I lay naked and talked and she confidently prepped the room and wasn't at all phased by the nudity. It was hot. I decided to start with the ending so asked upfront how much. She quoted much higher than usual, maybe double what I'd expected. But she was also bullish enough to stick to her number. For all my negotiating she just said 'nah' and basically offered to help me leave if I didn't like it. To her credit, she made a good point - I wanted to try a black girl and it was very much a sellers market.

After emptying my wallet, I quickly found out it was a wise move. She stripped quickly to reveal a beautiful, heavy, curvy body with a gigantic ass. After feeling around for a while I was stiffer than a steel bolt and she went to work head bobbing her way to a mouthful of man cream.

The best part was, she then gave me a genuinely good, deep massage. Her weight and strong hands unknotted parts of me I didn't even know were twisted. And, just when I thought things couldn't get better, she told me there were five minutes left and if I still had it in me she could try for the double tap.

I haven't managed to reload and refire inside 60 mins for quite a few years, but God bless her, she took that as a personal challenge. Like some gameshow had started a countdown, she went to town on my confused cock like a pig discovering truffles. And, almost unbelievably, she got me to cough forth one more enjoyment spit right before the final whistle. That money was, like my cock, well spent.