Massage Room (2)
I turned over onto my stomach as she instructed.
"Could you kneel and lean forward? It's better for reducing the pain."
"......"
Embarrassing. Really embarrassing. It felt like I was in some kind of naked confessional. I'd made women strike this pose plenty of times without a second thought, but being on the receiving end? The humiliation hit different.
"No need to feel shy at all. I just want the Manager to feel better."
Mwah. Chloro stroked my back and planted a kiss on my ear. Then she applied wax around my anus and pressed the strip against it.
Smack!Riiiip.
Suddenly, she spanked me with her palm while ripping off the wax. I clapped a hand over my mouth, sprawled there on my stomach. A pathetic moan had nearly escaped. The pain was nothing—swallowed whole by waves of pleasure that drowned out my own voice.
This was some wuxia novel-level technique. Her touch bypassed skin and flesh, stirring up a storm deep inside my prostate. It felt like all the backed-up prostate fluid was transforming into pleasure chemicals at her command, rampaging wildly.
Smack!Riiiip.
A perfect upgrade over what nurses did. They just disrupted pain with more pain, but Chloro masterfully blended pleasure and agony, creating massive ripples.
Pre-cum dripped steadily from my throbbing glans. Was it always this much?
Squeeze.Riiiip.
This time, she kneaded like a proper massage. Her thumb and index finger dug into the flesh on either side of my tailbone, pressing hard.
"Hngh."
I couldn't hold back the moan. If her earlier touches were pebbles skipping across a pond of pleasure, this was like plunging in a long rod and stirring furiously.
Squeeze.Riiiip.
Not touching the glans at all, just drawing ecstasy from the root. A brand-new kind of pleasure I'd never felt before. Was this what prostate massage was like?
I hit my limit. And Chloro knew it. She was conducting my every vital—breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, the twitch of my balls and prostate—like a maestro leading an orchestra.
Smack!Riiiip!
The final strip came off, and she spanked me again. The impact blew open the floodgates on the brink of bursting.
Spurt.
A thick glob of semen erupted from my glans, which had only leaked pre-cum until now, unleashing a torrent of pleasure. Not from my cock, but a deeper wave surging from my lower abdomen.
At the same time, Chloro gripped my shaft and shook it violently, squeezing every inch to milk out more. My vision went white.
Spurt.
After all that pent-up denial, it exploded out. She gradually slowed, maintaining her grip and pushing from base to tip like wringing a cloth.
Spurt.
Every nerve from prostate to cock to glans fired ecstasy straight to my brain. For the first time, I thought I might actually die mid-orgasm.
Spurt.
She kept going slow until the last drop.
"Haaa..."
A sigh of pure relief escaped me. Stronger, more satisfying than any climax I'd ever had. Like all those weeks of abstinence paid off in one go.
As the final release ebbed, Chloro wrapped me in her arms.
Mwah. Mmmwah.
With her clean hand, she stroked my back and showered kisses everywhere.
"Good job. Waxing's all done now."
Her fingers tracing my spine were tender and soothing.
"That was the best. Man, I'm glad I'm alive."
"Ahaha, hearing that makes me happy too."
Mwah.
"But what now?" she said, kissing my neck.
"We're just getting started?"
She covered her mouth, giggling. Every gesture, every expression so lovable and human.
"One round like that can't make up for all that abstinence, right?"
I nodded. Mind-blowing as it was, it wasn't enough.
Grinning, Chloro grabbed body wash and the showerhead. Warm, soapy water washed away the semen and wax remnants from her hands and the bed.
"Whoa!" Splash.
She stripped off her lingerie, her massive breasts jiggling assertively. Always impressive. Not just big—they perked up like they had a mind of their own. Below, a slim waist, subtle abs, and her pussy: tight labia, unblemished, with her clit peeking shyly.
"Lie back comfortably."
Soapy water poured over me as I lay down, rinsing everything clean. Next came the massage oil.
"Specially made medical oil. Reduces swelling from the waxing and disinfects any nicks."
Cool oil cascaded over my body.
"Might feel a bit cold."
But Chloro's hands were even colder—like ice.
"Your hands are freezing."
"Convenient, right?"
Second-gen models handled more than just sex; temperature control for effective massages was standard.
"Cooling the skin post-waxing is key to soothing it."
She rubbed everywhere diligently. My stinging skin calmed under her icy touch.
"Just leave it to my hands."
She whispered in my ear, nipping the lobe lightly as her long tongue teased it. Then her ice-cold hand seized my balls. "Hup!"
They shrank instantly. Not great for the manly image, constantly moaning like this.
"So cute."
She giggled. From there, it shifted to muscle bliss, not sexual.
"Turn over onto your stomach."
As I did, she straddled my thighs. Clenching her fists with thumbs extended, she pressed into my back, circling outward slowly to loosen the muscles. Back, shoulders, neck—every knot got her attention.
Massaging my lower back and tailbone stirred my cock back to life. She never touched it directly, just stimulating nerves along the spine. The subtle waves accumulating in my lower abdomen were enough.
Her palms enveloped my ankles, stroking up calves to thighs repeatedly. My flesh rippled like waves. It chased out fatigue hidden between muscle fibers.
Blissful peace. Squeeze. Press.
Her foot massage was divine. Interlacing fingers between toes, kneading from heel along the outer edge. Pressing the Yongquan acupoint sent a mix of pleasure-pain rippling from the sole's center—sharp stings blending with deep throbs. Painful yet refreshing, a subtle ecstasy spreading softly.
Her thumb circled slowly, melting away exhaustion. Squeeze. Squeeze.
No need for acupressure tools. Her tireless fingers applied steady pressure forever. From Yongquan to arch to instep. Lingering tension from infected fights dissolved completely.
"Chloro."
"Yes?"
"Honestly, I was just thinking about pounding you senseless today."
"Oh? Me too."
She laughed, hands never stopping.
"But I learned today there's pleasure rivaling sex. Feeling pampered like this—it's hitting me deep. Body and soul, total relaxation."
"That makes me so happy."
Her voice brimmed with joy. As my muscles turned to jelly, she laid me flat. I felt like a mollusk—all limp and loose. Except one thing, rigid and leaking pre-cum.
Chloro climbed on, squatting over me. Her full breasts, curves, smooth labia and entrance fully exposed.
Grab. Her hand guided my cock to her opening, where honey flowed far more abundantly than my pre-cum.
"Ready to go in?"
"Please."
Schlick.
My glans slipped into her depths. Squeeze. Her pussy clenched instantly.