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I had come to find that a parlor was offering this very experience and immediately scheduled my appointment. I was grinning from ear to ear before even arriving. I’ve received many massages of various kinds, but this was something completely new for me. When I arrived to speak with the receptionist I found that the milking table was a two girl special. A surprise I wasn’t expecting, but turned my anticipation dial up to thirteen. If you have any type of inquiries regarding where and the best ways to make use of single mom milf, you can call us at our own page. Since I hadn’t visited this location before I went through the usual presentation. They ask you to have a seat in the room and the girls come in one by one to tell you their name and give you two kisses on the cheek. Afterwards the receptionist will come back in and ask which girls caught your interest. This is typical for any of the parlors in the city. After going through the ceremonies with four of the girls two very petite older women caught my eye. I always have a fondness for the older women. They tend to have a wider repertoire of refined skills, and generally seem to have a better attitude. I was fortunate enough to have two very flirty and fun ladies prance into the room with their skimp nightgown inspired dresses. Each giving me a big arms wrapped tight around my waist embrace. One a hazel eyed beauty who spoke a fair amount of English, and another who was able to utter a greeting. I was provided a towel and stepped into the shower while the ladies prepared the table. Most parlors have showers in the room which is very convenient. The ambiance of the room was fantastic. Oriental decorations adorned the walls and furniture. The music was soft and calming. A cover of "Rude" by MAGIC! with a female vocalist played while I showered. The flickering of candles around the room accented some of the features in the darkness. With two of the finest features being the masseuses undressing from their silky gowns and preparing the table on the other side of the room. That was when I could clearly see the table with a hole – as seen on TV. As I exited the shower one of the ladies came over and grabbed the towel to help me dry off. She asked a few questions to get better acquainted and I learned a bit about her myself. Very cute lady with a sizzling smile that pierced the dark. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the stage. I face down and immediately was struck by a very different sensation than all of the other tables I’ve laid upon. There was no need to adjust myself. No discomfort in the groin area whatsoever. I was dangling free. It was a contrast of freedom and vulnerability that I’d never experienced before. The table was now splitting me from my manhood. He was on the other side all on his own. A mirror laying against the wall on floor toward the other side of the room gave me an outside view of the arrangement. It had been a very long time since I had that feeling where you’re not sure exactly how the next hour is going to play out, but you know it’s going to be good. The ladies chatted silently and giggled for a bit outside of my view. I felt a warm hand grab my ankle and slide all the way up my leg and back before resting on top of my head, playing with my hair in the process. I could hear the other masseuse positioning herself below the table while a whisper came to my ear saying "Now you relax" and giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then the performance began. An warm oiled hand gently cupped my balls and slowly spread the oil down to my shaft. Another hand from above traced its way back down to my legs, and began to massage my foot and calf. The combination immediately sent blood rushing to my spelunking pole. As I grew and extended my reach beyond the plane she intensified her handling. Mixing between short bursting strokes and longer smooth movements as if there was a stain that needed to be removed. The massage above also continued and intensified as she began to stretch and apply pressure to my inner and outer thighs. If this had been my first rodeo I’m sure I would have hit the floor before my eight seconds was up, but even in the chaos of the colliding sensations from above and below I was able to keep my composure. A humorous turn cracked through my resolve as I heard the girl below utter some words. My understanding of the language is novice at best and my thoughts were scattered in the moment but I was able to piece together a translation: "What a fat cock". I had presented myself as a non-speaker and so I imagine it wasn’t intended for me to hear, so I didn’t acknowledge the comment other than smiling to myself. I felt the table rattle a bit as the masseuse finished massaging my legs, feet, and thighs. She had climbed onto the table kneeling down between my legs and continued to massage my butt and lower back. She was very strong and knew exactly when and where to apply pressure. Every so often using her breasts to slide them across my back in long deliberate rocking motions. A composition of heaven and hell separating the two sides of this table. Usually time separates the relaxing and meditative state of the massage before engaging in the erotic finish, but the only division of sin and zen during this rendezvous was a few centimeters of wood. My fat hellbringer became incredibly warm in this moment followed by an intense pressure. My eyes had been closed since we began but I fired a glance back across at the mirror on the floor to see her head bobbing back and forth in sync with the motions of her hand. I was inside her mouth at this point and her grip around me became tighter. It was the first time that I had thought to catch a peek since I initially saw myself on the table alone, but now I could see the silhouettes of a woman kneeling above me and another kneeling below. I think any time you’re in the midst of intense pleasure or pain you take a snapshot of that time which becomes chiseled into your memory and defines the entirely of the experience – for better of for worse. This was my snapshot. The most insanely erotic position I had ever found myself in. Both women became more aggressive in their handling of me. The strokes and pressure from below increased in vigor. From above a hand worked its way from my lower back down between my buttcheeks, thumb first, until the thumb rested on on my perineum. Her other hand grazed along the sides of my leg up and down as she increased the motion between my legs. The intensity was building up inside me and I transitioned from an aroused yet relaxed state to full on gripping the sides of the table in hopes to not be carried away by a whirlwind, until I came with muttered sporadic moans and spasms. Finally resigning to a defeated state on the table. The women giggled. A lot. Still on top of the table she leaned down to my ear and asked me not to move. Again giving me a kiss on the cheek. I couldn’t if I had tried. In this catatonic state I could hear them rustling around me for a few moments before they continued the massage. Now both on their feet at each end of the table. One attending to my upper body while the other to my lower half. Having been through an experience truly like no other they guided me back to a state of relaxation wrapped in a layer of contentment. I would be lying if I said this was my only experience at this parlor, but it was my first. We all took our showers before sitting and having a short final chat with some tea. 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We were booked to fly down the morning of the first day, and then back up the morning after the awards dinner. Our work, in their own wonderful way, had managed to cock up the hotel booking and we were booked into a hotel about miles away from the conference venue, rather than the hotel attached to it. After days of a boring conference, we had a few drinks at the dinner and generally had a good time. We got a taxi back our hotel and dived into the bar rather than back to the room. We got a couple of drinks and took a seat on a couch in the corner. Kat, a bit drunk, started asking me about my love life. She would often ask, but her being meant she was a bit more relentless. I'd been seeing a girl who had worked with us for a few months, but we'd never slept together it turned out she was playing me along incase another guy she was seeing worked out but she kept making excuses. Anyway, we'd come in together one morning after spending the night at hers and Kat had assumed we'd slept together. After telling her we hadn't, I told her the excuse for that night she'd told me she was on her period. "But there's obviously other things you could do" said Kat. "I wasn't about to fuck her up the ass on our first time" I said, laughing. I wouldn't usually say something like that to Kat, but alcohol! Kat smirked, and muttered something into her wine. I asked her what she said, and she went red as she refused. I pestered her a bit more, and she eventually said "I said she'd be stupid to pass that up". So, it turns out Kat likes anal. I decided to push this, and started asking her to tell me more. She was reluctant at first, but started to gradually tell me more she loved anal, and having her ass played with but it didn't happen enough for her as her husband wasn't keen on it. She then asked if I was into anal. Just to set the scene where we were, we'd taken a couch in the corner facing out towards the rest of the bar. Kat was wearing a black dress with black tights and a pair of black boots the dress was quite short but given it was winter, the tights and boots didn't make it look too out of place. Kat had kind of turned as we were talking and was more sitting on her hip than her bottom. I told her I was into anal. I told her how into it I was. I told her how it wasn't just a case of lube up and force it in, I always spent time preparing. Fingers, toys, best skin care for mature skin tongue using all of that to build up to anal sex. As I told her this, I kept asking if she like that. She kept nodding and telling me she liked what I was saying. As I was talking, I started sliding my hand down her back and onto her ass. She didn't stop me. I asked her what exactly it was she liked about anal and what she liked having done to her. Her main things were having her asshole licked (she'd only ever had that done twice) and getting hard anal (she'd only been able to do that herself). I started to move my hand further around her ass, making sure she could feel it. I slowly started moving my hand towards her asshole. "You know where my hand is heading?" I asked. She nodded. "Should I carry on?". She nodded. If someone was next to us, they would've seen what I was doing but from a distance we just looked like we were getting cosy. I ran my hand down and pressed fingers through her tights. She moaned, and continued to do so as I did my best to massage her asshole. After a few minutes of getting her to tell me more about her anal kink, I asked her if we should head up to her room. She nodded. In the lift I told her what we were going to do we were going to go to her room, I was going to take english mature dogging her key and I told her that if I was going to eat her ass, so she should go and freshen up. I told her that when I came back in, she should be ready to start and that she should have her boots on. I wanted to put this break in so she could have a moment to think about what we were about to do. I bounced back downstairs to the bar and into the toilets for some condoms from the machine. I stood outside her room for a moment before going in, composing myself and getting ready incase this didn't actually happen. Kat was sat on the edge of her bed in a matching black bra and panties, and on the end of her crossed legs, her sexy black boots. She smiled as the door closed and I walked in, placing the condoms on the side. Her body was pretty much as I had imagined her breasts were huge in her bra, there was a slight paunch to her stomach and her legs looked well toned. She asked how I wanted her. I had slipped well into the dominant role of telling her what to do and she seemed to be happy to follow what I said. She stood up in front of me. 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I moved in on her asshole, pressing harder with my tongue her asshole opened. I felt her hands slide down the wall and her legs wobbled as she shook. I kept my face in her ass for what felt like ages kissing, licking. Every movement getting a reaction. I stood up and told her to get on the bed, I unzipped and pulled my cock out. Kat was on the bed on her knees, ass in the air...ready. I slipped a condom on and joined her on the bed. Her ass was spread and her asshole was glistening with my saliva. I positioned myself behind her and pressed my cock against her asshole, it didn't take much pressure for her ass to give way. Again, the noises from Kat were driving me wild a deep moan when my cock first touched, then an even deeper moan as I penetrated her. She pushed back into my as I pushed in, making sure I was in deep. I've been in hotel rooms where I've been woken up by the room next door fucking. I'm pretty sure Kat's moans as I fucked her ass woke the neighbours, or if that didn't her repeated shouts of "fuck my ass" probably would have. I started to go harder, giving her the anal pounding she craved. I ran my hand up into her hair, wrapping it around my hand and jerking her head back so she looked back at me. She arched her back as we did, desperate to keep my cock going as deep as I can. I lean down and kissed her the first time I ever kissed her was as I fucked her ass. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, going deep. Her tongue met mine. I pulled her back to the edge of the bed and positioned her over it. Her legs couldn't get grip on the floor, she couldn't stand and was too high to kneel. I pinned her hips to the bed and started to pound as hard as I could there was no way she could move, she was mine. She got louder and louder as I pounded her. My balls felt like they exploded into the condom when I blew my load. I rolled off her, breathing heavily. She lay face down on the bed, turning her head to look at me. We were both fucked. She commented on my cock, given the first time she'd seen it was after I had fucked her ass with it. We fucked again about 0 minutes later, but conventional sex this time. She hard been mega turned on during and after the anal, and kept herself going as I recovered. She had an intense orgasm as she rode me no boots and no bra this time, just the of us naked. Her breasts had a slight sag to them but they were still pretty perfect. We went once again the next morning as we waited for the taxi. Her bent over the table with her jeans round her ankles as I fucked her pussy from behind. We made a deal before we got in that taxi that we'd never speak about it again. I had no interest in a full blown affair, and neither did she. And we've never spoken about it since. Part of me wants to mention it some night to see if she thinks about it as much as I do. PM_UR_ASS_IN_LEATHER