I always had a pee fetish that I kept to myself for so long. Something about watching girls pee and being able to witness them at their most vulnerable, it's just so erotic and desirable. I had craved something real as the pee porn that had been my staple for getting off was losing its appeal to me. Never would I have thought that my fantasy would be made true at a shady massage parlor.
I am a thirty-three-year-old male, of above average height, tanned skin, built like a rugby player, with large thighs, and shoulders, burly but not ripped. I enjoy sex as much as the next person but recently discovered that I have a fetish that might be a turn-off for some
I have developed a fetish for watching girls peeing and I have fantasized a lot about watching girls pee, and those fantasies spilled into becoming my fuel for masturbating and now I seem to be able to get off to almost exclusively watersports porn. Over time, just watching girls on my phone screen could not satisfy me anymore and I wanted it for real.
Now me being built like a rugby player is not a coincidence, it's all because of my workout regime. I am a CrossFit enthusiast, and that is how I got my physique. It might seem like am bragging, but this is an important part of the story which comes later. Because I do CrossFit, five times a week, by the end of the week am absolutely spent, with niggling pain and sores all over my body. The only way to alleviate this problem? You guessed right, full-release massages.
I have been frequenting the same massage parlor over the past two years, high-end on the outside, and shady on the inside for those who frequent the establishment. And I have been taking the same masseuse for the past two years. Let's call her R. R is about my age, chubby at the right places, C-cup boobs with perky brown nipples, and a juicy fat ass.
Since I have been a regular for her, she knows what I like and never says no to my requests, she massages me well and gives me a very good happy ending as well.
Usually, it is an hour of massage followed by thirty minutes in heaven. R never does the deed rushed, she takes her time, and gets it done right. She gets naked and we start making out passionately. I suck her nipples while I finger her to a wet juicy orgasm. Then she finishes me off with a nice oil massage on my dick and balls. She takes her time, never rushes me, and is never insincere. And because of that, I am loyal to her, despite the fact the parlor has a variety of masseuses from different backgrounds, and though some of them have doll-like beauty, I still seek her out.
Over the years, R has watched my physique develop from a scrawny 150lbs twig to a burly 200lbs bear. Suffice it to say, every time she massages me it is a turn-on for the both of us, it makes her even hornier and more enthusiastic when finishing me off.
Since I developed my pee fetish, I have been wanting the real deal more and more, and just watching random pee porn videos was not cutting it out for me. The desire to watch a woman relieve herself in front of me without an ounce of shame was building up to a point where I find myself simply lusting for it at inappropriate times.
Seeing as how the situation is bothering me so much, I decided, am going to ask my masseuse to pee for me. The worst she is going to say is, "Ewww, sorry baby" and turn me down. Am just going to ask her if she will help me to fulfill my deepest dirtiest fantasy and see where it goes from there.
Saturday rolls around and I am not scheduled to work for the weekend. Perfect. No calls, no msgs to answer, I can just switch off and focus on getting my freak on. The day before, had been a pretty heavy session at the CrossFit gym and I was really feeling it as well, so I figured two birds with a stone.
I get up early, have a good breakfast, drive up to the parlor and reach a good ten minutes before they open at eleven thirty. As I park my car, many scenarios start to play out in my mind. What if she freaks out and screams? What if she reports me? What if laughs at me and turns me down? What if this, what if that, I start to freak myself out with the worst possible scenarios and I start to reconsider, maybe just get the regular deal and be happy about it.
But no, my inner perverted personality took over and says, whatever happens, happens, let it be. I look at the time, five minutes past opening and I make a call to book R for a two-hour session. I figured I might as well get it done early, being her first customer of the day, she might be in to, considering she just started her shift and is fresh. I walk into the parlor, smile at the receptionist and say, ' Morning, number twenty-five, I called ahead and booked a moment ago.' The receptionist welcomes me in and ushers me to the rooms upstairs. I requested a large room with a mattress on the floor. Easier for both of us to get nasty if she's ok with it, lol. I walk up, enter the room, get naked, drape myself with a towel, and lay down, waiting, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Eeeeeee....the door slides open
R: Hye baby, you came early today
Me: Yea darling, I missed you plus my body aches, haha
R: Alright then, you just relax, I will take good care of you.
Me: Okay darling, thank you
She starts at my traps, slowly moving down my upper back and then to my lower, I can feel the pent-up tension release, but with each stroke, I can feel the tension building in my groin. She sits next to me, takes my left hand, and starts working on my shoulders.
R: Baby, your shoulders are big, I can't seem to grip them properly, haha
Me: Yea, I always work out, hence it gets bigger.