I saw her for the first time when an elderly gentleman dropped her off across the street from a local massage parlor. I've never been inside, ever.  But now I was in a conundrum. 

She was young - in her early twenties, and she was one of those very, very pale women - Snow White girls from Europe or England, and she had the long and thick red hair that I have a particular love for - she was a pale ginger, and she was voloptuous. She had huge tits and a fantastic ass, and she was squeezed into shorts that was a number too small. She wore just that  - tight shorts and a loose t-shirt.

She was barefoot and I noticed her feet and I wanted to play with her feet, sniff it and lick her toes.  I was aroused, and my cock was bulging against my jeans as it attempted to stand up. 

I watched her, my body and mind tingling.  And she ran across the tarmac and into the massage parlor. That was that then. I strolled over, checking around to make sure no one I knew saw me. 

Her name is Rina and she spoke with a real Irish accent from Ireland.  This made me even harder. 

"What type of massage?" I asked. 

"The kind you'll really love," she purred, noticing my erection. 

She showed me into the cubicle, and I undressed so fast that she laughed. 

"In a hurry?" she asked, and now I smelled her.

She was natural, not too many deoderants and fragrances, and I could smell her sweet scent.  I was naked, my fairly collossal cock dancing in the dark.  I was on my back on her bench, and I was hard, very hard.

She touched me. She smelled of White linen perfume, white wine, garlic and pussy.  I shuddered. She smiled and stroked my balls. I moaned, and asked her to undress. She was out of her shorts in a flash and took off her t-shirt.

She had the most wonderful saggy breasts and huge areolas, her nipples were rock hard and erect.  I tried to reach for her, but she slapped my hand away.

"No touching," she barked, and I relented.

She began to wank me off, stroking my balls and playing with my shaft. I grunted and my breathing became irregular. 

"Remember, don't cum on me fucking hair, or on me body."

She wanted a warning before I blew my load and messed up her hair and made her stink of cum.  I nodded, and she lowered herself.  Her mouth was wonderfully warm and soggy wet, and spit dribbled down my shaft and collected on my swollen balls. 

She applied pressure and before I ejaculated she edged me away by applying pressure on my shaft. She took me to heaven and back three times, and then time was up - I bought a half an hour session. 

She made me cum, and when I grunted the magic words, she stepped away, though still jerking me off forcefully. I groaned really loudly, my ass lifted up from the bunk and I ejaculated huge strings of hot cum again and again and again, all over myself, my balls and stomach, and my seed drenched her hand.

She giggled, taking the typical pleasure all females take when they succeed in milking your balls.  She wiped her hands and dressed, and I sniffed her odor deeply hoping I would be able to recall it when I wanked over her later on. She left, and I sat up.  I dried my balls and cock, and put my clothes back on. 

SweetWhen I left, my angel was nowhere to be seen.  I want to fuck her, real bad. I'll go back for more. Tomorrow.