Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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The Ultimate B&S
Was looking for a bit of relaxation after work, when I came across an ad on Craigslist for a "SUPER-HOT REAL SWEDISH MASSAGE++". There were no pictures in the ad, but the contact info listed a Skype ID to call for more info. Intrigued, I made the Skype call and was actually rather surprised when a gorgeous blonde woman with an adorable Swedish accent answered. She told me the massage was 60 for the hour with the option of 40 extra for hand release or 80 extra for bbbj. Sounded like a wicked deal! $140 for an hour massage with bbbj from this smokin' hot chick? It seemed too good to be true! There had to be a catch! But there she was right there on my computer screen telling me... I was in. She gave me the location and a phone number to call when I got there, and I was on my way.
I arrived at the upscale condo downtown, and excited, but still wary, I called the number. The same girl answered. So far so good. She gave the the unit number and I told her I would be right up. I was pretty sure the girl was for real at this point, but to be honest, I was afraid of getting robbed, so I just brought up the 140 and left everything else in my car.
The door opened and it was definitely to the same girl with whom I'd be talking earlier. I almost started drooling. I didn't even care what happened to me at this point. She walked over to a desk and sat down, and I then confirmed the price of $140 for 1 hour massage plus bbbj. She said yes of course, so I handed her the money. She passed me a towel and asked if I could please take a quick shower before we started.
So I hopped in the shower, and was washing up when it donned on me: Oh, crap. This is when Mr. Pimp is gonna make his appearance, and I'm gonna come out of the shower only to get kicked out of the room. great. I dried off and put my clothes back on, just in case I had to make a run for it. I opened the door, and there was the girl still sitting at the desk on the computer. Nobody else in sight. When she saw me come out, the girl looked up from her computer, pointed at one of the bedroom doors, and said "go get yourself comfortable." I guessed she was just finishing up something on her computer, so I went into the bedroom.
The lights were turned off in the bedroom and there were a few candles lit and scattered about the room. I took off my clothes and laid down in the bed on my stomach, waiting. About 5 minutes passed when I heard the door open slowly. "Hey, there, beautiful, what took you so long?" "I'm sorry sweetie, I was just getting all ready for you!" Came the reply from a much deeper voice than I was expecting. I immediately whipped my head around to see a 6'4" blonde guy with huge biceps with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS!! I'm now wishing I got kicked out by some dude with a gun when I came out of the shower! Wouldn't have been nearly as terrifying or scarring. I didn't know what to do. I froze. I guess it was too dark for Bjorn here to see the look or sheer terror on my face, so he dropped his towel, and came over to the bed. I still couldn't move. No sounds would come out of my mouth. He stood beside the bed where I was still laying on my stomach, motionless. His dick was bigger than my forearm. I know this because as the massage went on, it rubbed against my arm a few times, and I couldn't help but notice the size difference. He massaged me; I laid on the bed bargaining with God about how I would never ever ever hobby again if he would please just give me the strength to get up and run screaming like I so desperately wanted to. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about 30 minutes. When he told me it was time to flip over, I was, for the first time, happy I couldn't move. "What's wrong, sweetie?" The man cooed, "Don't you wan--" "NO THANK YOU!!" I cut him off. I was finally able to speak. I suppose the thought of having my dick sucked by a Swedish body-builder was enough to snap my brain out of whatever kind of panic-sticken coma it had gone into. "But didn't yo--" "NO! I have to go now!" "But I--" "Please go!!" He looked upset, but picked up his towel and walked out of the room. I sighed a huge sigh of relief as he shut the door behind him.
Finally able to move again, I got dressed as fast as I could, and kept my eyes firmly fixed on the ground as I made my way to the front door. I couldn't look at the girl again... I was almost home-free, but as I grabbed the doorknob I heard her say "I hope you had a good time, love! I made sure to send in our best guy for you. He's a blowjob specialist; but I'm sure you're well aware of that, now, aren't you! Come back anytime!!"
I couldn't even say anything... I just shut the door behind me and went home to drink some bleach.
The worst part about this whole experience: It was actually the best massage I've ever had. :faint:
Haha. Hope you guys like my story.
The Ultimate B&S
Was looking for a bit of relaxation after work, when I came across an ad on Craigslist for a "SUPER-HOT REAL SWEDISH MASSAGE++". There were no pictures in the ad, but the contact info listed a Skype ID to call for more info. Intrigued, I made the Skype call and was actually rather surprised when a gorgeous blonde woman with an adorable Swedish accent answered. She told me the massage was 60 for the hour with the option of 40 extra for hand release or 80 extra for bbbj. Sounded like a wicked deal! $140 for an hour massage with bbbj from this smokin' hot chick? It seemed too good to be true! There had to be a catch! But there she was right there on my computer screen telling me... I was in. She gave me the location and a phone number to call when I got there, and I was on my way.
I arrived at the upscale condo downtown, and excited, but still wary, I called the number. The same girl answered. So far so good. She gave the the unit number and I told her I would be right up. I was pretty sure the girl was for real at this point, but to be honest, I was afraid of getting robbed, so I just brought up the 140 and left everything else in my car.
The door opened and it was definitely to the same girl with whom I'd be talking earlier. I almost started drooling. I didn't even care what happened to me at this point. She walked over to a desk and sat down, and I then confirmed the price of $140 for 1 hour massage plus bbbj. She said yes of course, so I handed her the money. She passed me a towel and asked if I could please take a quick shower before we started.
So I hopped in the shower, and was washing up when it donned on me: Oh, crap. This is when Mr. Pimp is gonna make his appearance, and I'm gonna come out of the shower only to get kicked out of the room. great. I dried off and put my clothes back on, just in case I had to make a run for it. I opened the door, and there was the girl still sitting at the desk on the computer. Nobody else in sight. When she saw me come out, the girl looked up from her computer, pointed at one of the bedroom doors, and said "go get yourself comfortable." I guessed she was just finishing up something on her computer, so I went into the bedroom.
The lights were turned off in the bedroom and there were a few candles lit and scattered about the room. I took off my clothes and laid down in the bed on my stomach, waiting. About 5 minutes passed when I heard the door open slowly. "Hey, there, beautiful, what took you so long?" "I'm sorry sweetie, I was just getting all ready for you!" Came the reply from a much deeper voice than I was expecting. I immediately whipped my head around to see a 6'4" blonde guy with huge biceps with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS!! I'm now wishing I got kicked out by some dude with a gun when I came out of the shower! Wouldn't have been nearly as terrifying or scarring. I didn't know what to do. I froze. I guess it was too dark for Bjorn here to see the look or sheer terror on my face, so he dropped his towel, and came over to the bed. I still couldn't move. No sounds would come out of my mouth. He stood beside the bed where I was still laying on my stomach, motionless. His dick was bigger than my forearm. I know this because as the massage went on, it rubbed against my arm a few times, and I couldn't help but notice the size difference. He massaged me; I laid on the bed bargaining with God about how I would never ever ever hobby again if he would please just give me the strength to get up and run screaming like I so desperately wanted to. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about 30 minutes. When he told me it was time to flip over, I was, for the first time, happy I couldn't move. "What's wrong, sweetie?" The man cooed, "Don't you wan--" "NO THANK YOU!!" I cut him off. I was finally able to speak. I suppose the thought of having my dick sucked by a Swedish body-builder was enough to snap my brain out of whatever kind of panic-sticken coma it had gone into. "But didn't yo--" "NO! I have to go now!" "But I--" "Please go!!" He looked upset, but picked up his towel and walked out of the room. I sighed a huge sigh of relief as he shut the door behind him.
Finally able to move again, I got dressed as fast as I could, and kept my eyes firmly fixed on the ground as I made my way to the front door. I couldn't look at the girl again... I was almost home-free, but as I grabbed the doorknob I heard her say "I hope you had a good time, love! I made sure to send in our best guy for you. He's a blowjob specialist; but I'm sure you're well aware of that, now, aren't you! Come back anytime!!"
I couldn't even say anything... I just shut the door behind me and went home to drink some bleach.
The worst part about this whole experience: It was actually the best massage I've ever had. :faint:
