Happy Ending in Singapore
It was the end of the dry season in Singapore and the pavement temperatures
soared to 35C. I had been walking all morning site seeing. My tee shirt hung,
sweat wet and limp, my underpants were wringing wet. I was tired of being
hassled by tuk-tuk drivers and sidewalk vendors. I was off the main routes and I
spotted salvation, an a/c spa that offered full body oil massage.
On going in there were many attendant spa staff all dressed in distinctive
red uniforms. Using my credit card I paid for an hour full body relaxing oil
massage. My allocated female attendant was an Indian woman. She took my hand and
led me up the steep staircase to find a vacant cubicle. We went up three floors
before a suitable cubicle was found. The cubicles were made of plaster board
with walls only going 1.8m high, so open to the ceiling with a curtain hanging
across the doorway. Neither soundproof or private.
I asked if I could take a shower before the massage. There was a stool in the
cubicle on which I put my damp clothes, and with only a towel around my waist I
was taken to the showers, more of a large wet room. She kept putting her head in
the door and asking if everything was alright.
Come back to cubicle she said. I returned refreshed to the cubicle where she
was waiting.
I reached for my wet underpants and she said Leave! So with just a towel
around my waist and naked underneath I stood before my massage lady. Just then
we were joined by another female attendant. I guessed that they did not get many
white men here and I was a bit of a curiosity. They then each clasped the front
of the towel and removed it with a flourish letting it drop to the floor.
I stood stark naked before them my package fully exposed for both to examine,
which they did. This is when they decided it was time for introductions.
What your name? I told them then was told that my attendant was called Fen
and the visitor Mara. Standing naked in their presence I did not feel
embarrassed if anything a little proud showing off my white body to these two
young ladies. I had visions of a four handed full body massage.
The massage bed was there and they hand indicated for me to get on, with
touchy hands helping me. I asked if I should lie on my back or my tummy. I heard
back so lay on my back, naked for them to view. I realised that where this spa
was in Singapore that not many white clientele came and that they never saw many
naked white men. With the inspection sort of over they made obvious comments
about my white naked body.
I felt both proud and aroused showing off my naked white body to these two
ladies.
Turn over So lying on my stomach I regained some modesty. This was enforced
by a small towel being put across my white bum to indicate the beginning of the
massage. This was obviously for gesturing only for with a flourish the towel was
totally removed, never to be used or seen again during the one hour massage. I
was now lying naked, uncovered, face down, my large 6 foot three white Caucasian
frame filling the massage bed.
The back massage started at the bottom, my bottom, a very good place to
start. Copious amounts of warmed oil were poured into the crack between my bum
cheeks running seductively down over my anus entrance and past, round to my as
yet untouched testicles. With a two handed, five finger massage both my bum
cheeks were vigorously massaged. Her trained thumbs divided my cheeks putting
pressure on my virgin anus. After a while the tempo slowed and the focus moved
to the crack with fingers being seductively caressed along the crack.
Thumbs were used and the focussed targeted area was the anus orifice. Slowly
oily fingers were twirled around the target area pushing ever so gently. I had
never had this erogenous zone massaged before and it was becoming both
comfortable and pleasurable. Every now and then a finger would push at and
slightly into my anal orifice. Was a well oiled teak coloured digit going to be
plunged into my virgin arse any minute?
Yes, as the anal massage progressed with no outrage from the client Fen
slowly got braver with her ministrations and her finger pushed into my tight
anus. At first just a finger tip, then, testing the waters to the second
knuckle. With only groans of pleasure from me at this new found erotic
exploration she pushed her entire finger past my now relaxed sphincter and began
to finger fuck my anus. This was a first for me. Had I just lost my anal
virginity to a masseuses finger?
You like me finger fuck your arse she said more of a statement than a
question.
Yes, I like
first time Yes?
Yes
Just when it was getting exciting the focus moved to my legs, which were
spread wide apart. Generous amounts of oil were applied to my inner thighs which
seemed to need more attention than the traditional calf muscle massage. The
massage strokes from inner knee started short, slowly and gentle but gradually
became longer, faster, more severe and daring pushing up between my inner thighs
and testicles until my testicles were being boldly cupped. The eggs were
clutched in one hand and pulled down, stretched to a point of pain. I must have
winced for Fen said Good for you, make strong seed.
The same procedure was followed on the right inner thigh, again being told
that the testicular massage was very healthy for a man and should be done often.
Taking both testicles in her oiled hands she ground them together in what should
have been a most painful exercise. Once I had got over the pain this new found
pleasure flooded through my most aroused body. I was experiencing new sexual
boundaries professionally administered by an Indian female masseuse. To add to
the eroticism of the occasion here was a total stranger plunging her fingers
into my arsehole, massaging my balls and me loving every minute. She certainly
had me by my balls.
Then the sensuous business of massaging my feet backs of my calves, lower
back upper back and shoulders began. With my head on a jasmine scented towel
pillow I must have fallen asleep for the next thing I can remember I was told
Time to turnover. She whispered seductively in my ear. She helped me turn over
clutching at my naked body fearful of me falling off the narrow bed. I now lay
naked on the bed face up still drowsy.
Then I heard Fen say
Very handsome
No I replied modestly.
Handsome! she said pointing at my small white flaccid cock. It lay there also
fast asleep, a crumple of foreskin nestled in the safety of its testicular nest.
Very small I responded holding up my small finger and pointing at my withered
phallus.
No small she said Nice size. All Sri Lanka women like small cock. big cock
very painful for lady she said.
At this point she called out in her language and we were again joined by Mara
to both see and discuss the merits and demerits of my cock size. They stood over
me like two morticians in a morgue or two surgeons in an operating theatre
examining the patient. Mara stretched her thumb and index finger to maximum
width saying
Small size good. Most asian men small size. What amused me was that her
measure of small erect size was certainly longer than my erect four inches. I
was getting aroused by the direction of the conversation and decided to take it
further.
White lady like big cock, must be long and thick like a cucumber I said Mine
too small for white lady. Small cock not make white lady happy I indicated Big
cock with two hands and the index fingers as a ruler of about nine inches. I
had no idea why I was speaking in pidgin English.
Very painful for us lady they both replied
Black man have very big, thick cock I counted using my hands to indicate
length and thickness.
Yes they both agreed Black man cock too big! Make mouth very sore when we give
blow job and stretch our small cunts too much they almost cried.
Slowly the subject of the conversation feeling left out, decided to come
out of hibernation, rising up from its testicular basket like a cobra, well a
small white cobra at least. At that point Mara left us alone. The Asian man in
the cubicle next to me must have been getting a good massage as his moaning
intensified, from soft and slow to louder and faster and an eventual Arghhh!
Another satisfied customer I thought.
Fen had moved around to the head of the table. Sorry let me describe her. She
was Indo/Asian with a teak/brown skin, beautiful long black/indigo hair typical
of asian women, about 5 foot 6 inches tall with a very friendly anticipating
smile. What struck me, as I am a boob man, were her large breasts about 38 C cup
which are large for Asian women. She wore a sandalwood type perfume which added
to the exotic air. She said she was 32 years old.
Standing with her tummy against my head both her arms came over my head to
massage my chest. Somehow she had loosened her hair which now hung freely. She
had also undone the buttons on her red tunic to expose her braless teak coloured
tits which also hung freely. Pushing her hands down my chest, her finger tips
just reaching my pubic bone but not touching my erect penis her black hair
curtain brushed across my body and her two tits massaged either side of my
cheeks.
It was also the taboo eroticism of dark hands gliding over my oiled white
body. It was a combination of erotic and the exotic, a lethal sensual equation
that can only lead to one solution.
My on-full-view cock, which was very erect, responded by twitching in time to
her administrations. She seemed to enjoy rubbing her brown tits from my ears to
my mouth. Every now and then in the now slow motion mode massage her long black
hair would get either accidently or deliberately tangled around my erect cock
head and she would pull the offending penis back against my stomach before
untangling her hair.
Then just as things were getting heated and fearful of me cumming prematurely
she stood behind me and stretched my left arm back and up so that my hand rested
between her tits. With all the mystery of the East she had miraculously lost her
blouse and was naked from the waist up. At some point she had applied oil to her
teak/brown tits that showed them off like polished mahogany. They were truly two
magnificent specimens of womanhood.
She massaged my arm and kept moving, encouraging me to fondle her delectable
breast. Then she changed to the other arm and the same procedure. It gave my
humble white cock time to recover, however, the tell tale sign of smegma (precum)
was oozing copiously from the tip of my cock. Fen then moved to lean over my
waist to massage the upper side of my legs. As her hands slid down each leg her
long black/indigo sheen hair dragged deliberately over and across my sensitive
erect white penis, and again the odd strand of hair would catch and pull, the
odd hair would cut into the penis shaft.
My pre cum was flowing freely now her hair gathering it up in her
administrations. It aroused me further to think that my precum from my small
white cock was adding to the sheen of her lustrous hair.
She finished the front of legs massage and stood topless by my naked side her
long hair hanging on my stomach. Her hands idled around my lower stomach her
long painted finger nails drawing patterns on my tummy. Doing this she never
touched my raging cock. I found this more erotic than if she had just taken that
stiff member in hand and given a well deserved wanking.
She clenched her left hand and then using her oily right index finger pushed
it in and out of the clenched left hand, the universal sign language for
fucking. Doing this she asked me
Do you like to fuck? I nodded. You have girlfriend? she asked.
No I said. She was horrified by my reply and said
All Singaporean men have girlfriend! Then she looked worried in case she had
crossed a line.
Do you have boyfriend? Emphatic no!
You want me to find you Singapore girlfriend? Mara must have finished her
task in the cubicle next door and came to join us again, me quiet unperturbed in
my naked state with rampant small white cock erection streaming precum. My small
white oozing erect cock had become the centre of attraction.
Your cock right size for small, young Singapore girlfriend Mara added
diplomatically No hurt young girl
Probably no feel I said. They giggled at the truth.
The massage part was over. I was stood up naked between them. They both took
turns giving my bum and testicles the odd squeeze but to my surprise never
touching my cock that was still jutting out in front of me. Now the Happy Ending
negotiations begin.
You want to be happy? they both asked more of an instruction than a question.
The menu and price list was verbally conveyed
Hand job so many Singapore dollars, Blow job so many Singapore dollars, the
whole catastrophe with kissing, sucking and fucking was only Singapore Dollars
100!. They would both be there and take turns. Singapore Dollar 100 x 2, I
thought.
They assume that because you are white you have plenty of money. It was tempting
and they were beautiful, excellent sales ladies, but I was on a back packing
holiday and did not have that sort of money.
Yes I did give them each a tip but not the tip of a horny small white cock
that was rampant and ready to experience a teak coloured Happy Ending in
Singapore.
