Weeks later I was still wondering at my good fortune. Due to a random act of violence, I was now the boyfriend of a former hooker, one who had a body to die for. I was getting regular sex, just how I wanted it, great home cooked meals and lots of loving attention. I liked Meilin too, so everything in addition to that was a bonus. (see: The Meilin Massacre. Parts 1 and 2)

She had quit the brothel where she had been attacked by the angry patron, but she was not entirely out of the game. Her other job was in a massage spa on the other side of the city.

“Steve. You mind I work in massage shop. Now you my boyfriend?” she said one morning over breakfast.

“Not at all honey. You are really good at massage. It seems like a good fit.”

I realized that her question was a prelude to some kind of confession, one which I could reasonably guess at.

“I want to tell you everything. Not lie to you.”

“Sure honey.”

“This massage shop not only massage. Sometimes client want hand-job too,” she said somewhat sheepishly.

“Oh, it’s a rub and tug, is it?” I replied with an evil smile.

“You know this shop?”

“Yes, I have heard of them. I have never been to one,” I lied.

“But no sex, only hand-job,” she added.

In my mind I was entertaining the thought of a man on a massage bed with a large erection. I imagined his joy at seeing Meilin’s tits, which, for a few dollars more, would surely be part of the service. Meilin was talking idly in the background but my mind whirled around the possibilities.

“Yes, darling, I’m okay with it,” I said, coming back to Earth.

“Thank you honey,” she said, before rising from the table and planting a huge kiss on my lips.

“You such good man for me.”

A few days later I decided to do a little detective work around Meilin’s so-called massage spa. I knew the name of the establishment – Sunflower — but could find little online from the regular punters who graded their experiences in such venues. I knew the days that she worked there and decided I would pay a visit to the area and maybe stake out the joint for an hour or two. I was curious about the patrons and the set-up. Of course, I didn’t want Meilin to know anything about my inquiries.

So, on a day Meilin was off having lunch with a friend, I drove the 20 kilometres to the other side of town. Sunflower had a neat shopfront in a fairly ordinary strip of shops. On impulse, I decided to go in.

The foyer was pleasant, set up with a small central fountain which played gentle water sounds, with the obligatory Buddha figure, some incense and other nice furnishings. It looked like a real massage spa, never mind Meilin’s earlier admission. But I knew from experience that many of these establishments offered more for the right price. A neatly dressed Chinese woman came to the counter.

“You like a massage today sir?”

“I came in to check on the prices and have a look around,” I replied.

“We have two girls working today. Both pretty,” she said.

“I see. How much is a massage please?” I persisted.

“Thirty-five dollar for half an hour. But the girl can talk to you in the room.”

With that she led me through a curtain and into a short corridor with four rooms adjoining. On one side the rooms had curtain barriers, on the other side, an actual door.

“These rooms more private. You like I think.” She opened one of the doors and ushered me in.

Now I was aware that I had not even agreed to a massage but I was keen to find out more about Sunflower. The door shut and a moment later, my masseur arrived.

She was middle aged, Chinese, dressed in close-fitting tights and top. In many ways she was a bit of a Meilin clone. She dimmed the lights and turned on some atmospheric music.

“You like massage with me sir? How long you stay?” She said with a huge smile.

“Thirty minutes is fine for me.”

I thought that there was no harm in a cheap rub down so I gave her the money and she left. I took all my clothes off and lay down on the massage table. Looking around, it seemed like a typical therapy-style space, with pleasant paintings, soft furnishings and a relaxing vibe. Then again I had also visited brothels with a similar feel. The only difference was the absence of a real bed.

Tina’s massage was uninspiring. She had a fairly weak technique though she did cover all my back, legs and neck. I waited to see if she would give my balls a little tickle at the end, but she didn’t. Finally she asked me to turn over. I was wondering what might be coming next.

“That was a great massage Tina,” I said.

“Thank you darling,” she replied, “You have nice body. Slim, not fat.”

There was a fairly long pause. She began to wipe the oil off her hands with a paper towel and I wondered if I should get dressed. Maybe this was all Porno 64

there was for today. Then she turned and leaned into me, as if about to share a confidence.

“You like I rub him?” she whispered, indicating my dick.

“That might be nice,” I replied nonchalantly, “How much?”

“For you I do $30. $50 my clothes off too.”

Of course I chose the latter, keen as I was to check out her assets. After quietly locking the door, she had her gear off in no time flat. She had a similar overall frame to Meilin, a nice butt and shaved pussy. Her tits were large and a little droopy, unlike my girl’s cosmetically enhanced jugs. But her face was more classically pretty.

She began by tickling my balls and blowing air through pouty lips on my cock, which grew rapidly to full size. She giggled and cooed at its lengthening.

“Nice cock. Long. I like.”

As she took it gently between two fingers, I reached across to fondle her boobs. I moved my hand in a circuitous way to her butt, then around to her twat. As I massaged her opening, she made no attempt to stop me. I began to gentle massage her clit.

“Ooh, nice feeling darling,” she said with what seemed like sincerity.

Tina had a manner of rubbing my dick that was quite spectacular. She knew the exact way that a combination of fingers would work to extract the maximum feeling. It wasn’t a lazy or rushed tug, more a skillful manipulation. I guessed that she was very experienced.

“Tina, that is so good,” I gushed.

“Your dick very handsome. Shoot lots of cum for me.”

As I approached climax I was able to work a finger into her pussy. Again she offered no objection, but rather widened her stance slightly to give me more room. To my delight she was quite wet.

“Ooh yes darling. Nice cock cum for me.”

“Tina. Your cunt is so wet,” I managed to stutter as a load shot onto my belly.

She kept up an almost perfect pressure near my cock-head as my balls continued to empty. A sticky pool of semen formed.

“Yes darling. Cum is good. Cum is good,” she repeated.

I could only agree with her words. It was the best hand-job I had ever received.

She was in no hurry to usher me out the door, even though we had now passed my allotted 30 minutes. I was curious just how far her services might extend, so I said,

“Honey, I’d like to come back and see you. Only you, do you understand?”

“You come to me and I give you special time darling,” she replied, a mischievous smile playing over her face.

I moved in closer to her and put my arms around her waist. She did not move away.

“What kind of special time?” I asked cheekily.

She made a gesture indicating first her mouth, then her pussy. Words were quite unnecessary.

I left wondering whether all the girls at Sunflower gave their returning clients “a special time.” My reason for coming here had been to establish just what went on apart from a massage. Now, I knew for a fact that at least one lady was offering full-service, so maybe Meilin was too. It didn’t bother me — actually — I derived a kind of pleasure in thinking about it. Finding out more though was an appealing challenge that I decided to take up.

So I enlisted the help of one of my former partners-in-crime, another punter whom I had met quite by accident in the waiting area of a brothel and struck up a kind of friendship with. His name was Craig.

“You want me to what?” he said with some astonishment into the receiver.

“I want you to find out what my girlfriend is up to at the massage shop.”

“Well, she’s probably fucking the clients,” he laughed.

“It’s a rub and tug Craig. Not all the girls offer the same options. Some might not go beyond pulling a guy off.”

“I suppose so,” he replied uncertainly.

There was a pause.

“Is this a jealousy thing? I don’t want to get involved if there’s a shit-fight coming.”

“I think you know me well enough. I’m just curious. And be honest, I find it exciting to think about.”

Another pause.

“So, what if I get your girl and she does offer a shag? Is that what you want me to do?” he said.

“Go right ahead,” I replied, “It doesn’t worry me. Just see how far you can get. But be your usual gentlemanly self.”

Craig laughed though the essence of what I had said was true. We were both punters — but — we both knew that charm and gentle persuasion got the best results. Since I was paying for this gig I wanted things to go smoothly, never mind how Meilin responded.

“One last thing mate,” Craig said, “Do you want me to take a camera?”

He was one of those guys who liked to secretly film his exploits and, by his own admission, he had gotten much better at it. He had a camera that looked exactly like a pager and which delivered decent video.

“Up Konulu Porno to you.”

And that’s where we left it. Craig planned to go to Sunflower late one morning in the next week or so. I had sent him a face shot of Meilin and told him that she was working as Suzy, the name she had also used at her former brothel.

The wait was a kind of torture for me. I checked my phone hourly for an update, hoping that Craig would send something. I was clearing Meilin’s post-box a few days later when I ran into my pretty neighbour. I had not seen much of her and her tiny flat across from our verandah had been dark in the evenings.

“We meet again,” I said with a smile, “Have you been away?”

“Yep. Visiting an old flame,” she replied.

“Have I missed anything?” she added, with a cute toss of her hair.

“No point on putting on a show if the seats are empty, is there?”

There was a pause.

“I might have a show of my own opening soon,” she smiled.

“Ah, well, that will be interesting.”

I couldn’t think of what else to say. She was so forward with me that I found myself uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

I realized as we parted that I did not know her name, nor did she know mine. Yet we had exchanged an almost intimate dialogue. As I was musing on where this might lead my mobile sprung to life. There was a text from Craig.

“Have a good story to tell. Have been TWICE to see your lady.”

“Twice!! WTF?” I text back to him.

“First time HJ only. Second time woohoo. I’ll send an mpeg.”

My mind was spinning. My heart was racing and I felt a little short of breath. I wasn’t sure why I felt like this. I had half-expected that Craig would get further than a hand-job although I guessed he hadn’t on first trying. Like me, he must had had some encouragement and that was why he had returned so quickly. I rushed inside to boot up my laptop, eager to see the fruits of his labours.

But it was several hours before the compressed file arrived. He had written a note attached to the incoming email.

“This is for your eyes only. I have taken the liberty of using a little blur on my face but everything else is crystal clear. I also did a bit of an edit. Remember what you said. This is not about jealousy.”

I unzipped the file and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the media player to open. What he had sent me was obviously from the second visit to Sunflower. The picture and sound quality were surprisingly good.

The first shot showed a room at Sunflower with Craig lying in massage position. Suzy (Meilin) was evidently completing the massage phase. Here is what I saw and heard.

“You turn over now darling,” she said.

Craig turned over, smiling.

“That was a great massage Suzy. Thank very much.”

“You want same as the other day? I finish you,” she said, making a hand-job gesture with her right hand.

“Do you remember Suzy? You said if I came back I could have special service.”

Suzy looked at Craig for a long while.

“It is difficult this shop. Manager is very strict with us,” she replied finally.

“I came back Suzy. You said I could have special service. I promise I will be very quiet.”

Suzy went to the door and locked it. Then she removed her top and pants. Craig could not resist, rising to help her take off her underwear.

“Your tits are magnificent honey.”

Craig’s somewhat blurred face began kissing Suzy’s nipples, then, upon realizing the angle of the camera, he maneuvered her back to the massage table.

“Come around this side Suzy. The light is better on your body.”

The view presented to the camera was side-on. Suzy was now on the far side of the table, allowing an excellent view of proceedings. Craig had set the pager/camera up skillfully and in a perfect location.

His pecker grew as he began fondling her pussy and breasts. He pulled her down to kiss her full on the lips.

“You are romantic man,” Suzy said, breaking her silence.

“I am very romantic honey. I will look after you too.”

Craig planted another long kiss on her lips.

“Your cock nice and long,” she said, taking his member in hand.

“It will be even nicer when you are sucking it baby.”

It was true that Craig had a long dick. Suzy did not require any further prompting. She came down to eye-level with his balls and began to kiss and lick her way to the shaft head, keeping eye contact with him all the while. Then, summoning all her prior experience as a hooker, she plunged down on his cock, swallowing it slowly, then gradually increasing speed. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down, Craig’s boner sliding repeatedly to the back of her throat.

“Oh that’s good honey. Keep taking it. Far as it goes.”

Every so often she would emerge Porno İndir to catch her breath and swallow. Frankly, it was impressive how well she managed not to gag. I guess experience counted for a lot.

A few minutes later, Craig was ushering her into position to fuck. While she went to fetch a condom, he cleverly swung himself around to face the camera directly, sitting side-on on the massage table.

“You want sex this side?” Suzy said.

“Yeah, I like a change of position. It can be sexy this way,” he replied nonchalantly.

Suzy climbed on top, her gorgeous arse directly in view, and I watched in awe as she wriggled Craig’s long pecker into her pussy. My own dick was as hard as a rock watching this. I had not realized just how erotic it could be to spy on your girlfriend being fucked by another man.

Craig built to an impressive speed and Suzy stayed right with him, the massage table squeaking with the rhythm. Sometimes she would take the up-stroke so high that his cock almost popped out. Once or twice it did and she was quick to bury it straight back in. I knew that she was working hard to get Craig’s juice but he was remarkably resilient. Finally, she slumped down on top of him and I could see them kissing.

Then I saw Craig appear to whisper something in her ear. She replied and they exchanged a few more silent words. Suzy turned around so that her lovely tits were now facing the camera. She got up on her haunches. I imagined that they would continue fucking in this reverse position but to my surprise, I saw her bypass her gaping twat. She began manipulating Craig’s hard-on into her bum hole.

This was almost too much. I was ready to release my own pent-up load when there was a knock at the door. I paused the video, pulled up my pants and went to see who it was. I knew Meilin was not due home until later. It was my neighbour.

“Sorry to bother you,” she said, a lazy smile playing on her face, “I wondered if we could talk sometime. I mean, not out on the street.”

“Um, sure,” I stammered, “What – now?”

“If it’s no trouble,” she replied. She slid through the door into the lounge before I could answer. I had not expected a visitor, at least, not one who was letting herself in, so I had not closed the video file. My computer screen had a frozen shot of Craig’s dick entering Suzy’s pooper.

“Did I interrupt something?” she said with a cheeky smile.

I decided that the best thing to do was answer honestly. So I told her the whole story about my friend Craig and what I had challenged him to do. She did not bat an eyelid.

“You are a player, aren’t you?” she said, “I like that.”

I had finally ascertained that her name was Pam. What I couldn’t work out was her almost permanently flirtatious nature. Sure she was pretty but I was twice her age and she could have scored any bloke within a few minutes.

“So, can I watch too?” she asked.

“I’ll have to rewind. It’s not all that interesting really, except to me.”

“Oh, I love the hidden camera thing.”

I set the video back to the start and pulled up another chair. She made comments throughout that struck me as a little odd.

“His dick’s like a fucking pencil,” she noted as one point.

“Bitch really knows how to swallow a cock. Lucky you!”

Finally we got to the anal sex part — where I had left off — which she found quite amusing.

“This is his second visit — right? — and she’s taking it in the bum! What a whore!”

The comment was not intended to be offensive — it was part of the way she spoke.

Meanwhile in video land, Suzy was doing a sterling job of maintaining a haunched balance on the massage table, all the while giving Craig a long, smooth entry to her anus. After a while he was deep-sliding virtually all the way in.

“Fuck,” said Pam, “His nuts are right up to her hole!”

All the while, my cock was rock-hard in my pants and I was desperate for relief. I guessed I could have just pulled off then and there, but something held me back. Pam was very open-minded, but I did not know her well. Perhaps she was mad.

Finally Craig came with a loud moan, having lasted a remarkably long time, under the circumstances. Suzy dismounted and gave him a long kiss, then removed the condom. His dick was still quite hard.

“Looks better without the franger,” Pam noted.

Craig stayed in the same position on the table. Suzy fussed around in and out of shot.

“You missed a bit over here honey,” he said when she returned.

Suzy laughed and said, “You a horny man.”

Then to the surprise of both Pam and me, she leaned into Craig and began to suck his dick again.

“Don’t miss a drop baby,” Craig said.

“She likes your friend’s cum, doesn’t she?” said Pam, “Seriously, she is a full-on slut.”

I agreed. My girlfriend was very good in bed and quite uninhibited. But still, a part of me was disturbed by what I had seen even as another part of me was delighted. It was a strange feeling.

As the video ended, I turned to Sandy and said,

“So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”