Dirty Talk: Opening My Own Massage Parlor with Happy Endings

Opening My Own Massage Parlor with Happy Endings

The Dirty Talk Intro & Disclaimer:  Everything in the story below is random and created on the spot while massaging and giving a handjob to my husband.  No filters, no rules, no boundaries; just a story and situation created to help my husband orgasm and enjoy our experience together.  We do this for intimacy and find handjobs less destructive on our bodies than having sex daily (our bodies just can’t handle penetrative sex each day).   All dirty talk is usually pure fantasy.  I use this dirty talk as a form of mental porn for my husband while he is in a vulnerable state due to being touched and massaged.  Sexual intimacy can also help reduce feelings of anxiety and depression as it triggers the release of three mood-boosting chemicals — dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin.  I usually also get really wet because my own naughty thoughts push my own personal boundaries and really turn me on.  This is why it’s so fun.  Unlike giving a blowjob or going through the theatrics of sex, you both connect thoughts together and create sexual stories in the heat of the moment.  He trusts me and we both love this natural vulnerability.  I can almost get inside his head and control his fantasies, dirty thoughts, and talk him into an orgasm in the exact moment my story hits it’s climax.  During my stories he will ask me questions while I talk.  I will include these to the best of my memory.  In fact, every story is to the best of my memory, as I do not know remember all the exact details.   


Opening My Own Massage Parlor with Happy Endings

Years ago when I transitioned from giving my husband a blow job every morning to a massage, we really only talked to each other about what we did the night before, or what we were going to do later that night.  It was more of a in the moment type of dirty talk.  I would tell him how much I wanted to taste his cum, how beautiful his dick was to me, how sexy all the veins in his dick looked, and just stroking his ego and his dick.  Gradually our talk led into things that we would never do, and I remember this being one of the first times I ever fantasized with him during a massage.

Your dick is so big to me.  It’s like a gay pornstar’s dick.  It feels so fat in my hand, like I am rubbing on a huge piece of meat…

Do you think you could massage men for a living?

What do you mean?

I mean, you do this so well.  It gets me so high and I feel so good.  Do you think you would enjoy seeing all types of different sizes?  Big, small, huge, hairy, shaved?

Yea, that would be hot.

What if we moved to Vegas and you opened your own massage parlor, do you think you’d still take care of me every day?

Yea…

Would you enjoy pleasing men for a living?

Yea…

What would you do to strangers?

At this point, I decided to stroke my husband in the exact same manner I would talk about in my story.

The first guy comes in and I hand him a towel and I put him in a room.  

What does he look like?

He is a trucker, white, kind of short and balding.  A bit chubby.  I can see his hairy chest at the collar of his shirt, so I know he is going to have pepper grey body hair.  Not that handsome, but not hideous.

Do you want to see his dick?

Oh yes, I want to see all my clients’ dicks.  No matter how they look.  Seeing a man’s penis is  sexy because it’s like finding the last piece to a puzzle.  No matter how they look, you can be surprised by how different their dick is.

Was you surprised with this guy?

I don’t know yet… 

I go into the room and he has nothing but a towel on.  We are in Vegas so we both know he is there for me to rub his dick.  As I talk, I take off my shirt and expose my breasts.   I can see the towel move, but I ignore it and ask him what type of lubrication does he want.  I will do it dry, coconut oil, KY, or with a lotion.  

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Dirty Talk: Lesbian Play with a BBW / Big Black Woman, My Co Worker

Lesbian Play with a BBW / Big Black Woman, My Co Worker

The Dirty Talk Intro & Disclaimer:  Everything in the story below is random and created on the spot while massaging and giving a handjob to my husband.  No filters, no rules, no boundaries; just a story and situation created to help my husband orgasm and enjoy our experience together.  We do this for intimacy and find handjobs less destructive on our bodies than having sex daily (our bodies just can’t handle penetrative sex each day).   All dirty talk is usually pure fantasy.  I use this dirty talk as a form of mental porn for my husband while he is in a vulnerable state due to being touched and massaged.  Sexual intimacy can also help reduce feelings of anxiety and depression as it triggers the release of three mood-boosting chemicals — dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin.  I usually also get really wet because my own naughty thoughts push my own personal boundaries and really turn me on.  This is why it’s so fun.  Unlike giving a blowjob or going through the theatrics of sex, you both connect thoughts together and create sexual stories in the heat of the moment.  He trusts me and we both love this natural vulnerability.  I can almost get inside his head and control his fantasies, dirty thoughts, and talk him into an orgasm in the exact moment my story hits it’s climax.  During my stories he will ask me questions while I talk.  I will include these to the best of my memory.  In fact, every story is to the best of my memory, as I do not know remember all the exact details.   

Dirty Talk: Lesbian Play with a BBW / Big Black Woman, My Co Worker

I lay my husband down in bed and we talk for about 10 to 20 minutes while I rub his penis.  This is a routine for us, so it will eventually lead to dirty talk and me giving him a massage.  It’s after work, so this is a good release for him, and a good time for me to have him wrapped around my finger for the rest of the night. 

I am actually dressed up in lingerie because we were supposed to do a photo shoot as I massaged him.  Somewhere along the lines, our plans changed and we decided to go over a story I once told him about wanting to fuck a female co-worker that was always nice to me. Truth be told, any woman that treats me kindly, regardless of physical attraction, I find myself wanting to explore her.  I care more about a woman that treat me nicely, than the typical Barbie characteristics.

My co-worker’s name is Cherice.  She is a thick black woman that smells and dresses nicely.  She is always smiling and she is extremely friendly.  This is the type of woman I’d love to explore. She is also  perfect for a story to make my husband orgasm.  

so how did you flirt with her?

I just asked her if she would like to have lunch.  Although I have lunch with various co-workers, I had never asked her before.  She smiled and said sure.  I offered to pay.  She let me know that since I was paying we will take her car. 

As we are driving to the restaurant, I start fanning my Barbie doll dress to get air up my crotch and thighs.  She asks me if I am hot.  I nod and continue to fan, exposing most of my thighs to her.  I assume, my perfume and body spray aroma is spreading throughout the car.  The air is literally blowing into my crotch, up my neck hole, and out into the air she is breathing. I can see her watching my legs and glancing up at me to see if I mind her looking.  I don’t.

what do you do?

I just smile.

what are you guys wearing?

We are both in skirts, hers longer than mine.  I am in a Barbie doll dress.  She is in a longer skirt with long sleeves.  But it still hugs her body.

do you make a move on her?

Yes, I compliment her legs while she is driving and reach over and touch her leg.  Innocently, I slightly push her skirt up and rub her knee.  I let her know her legs feel so smooth.

what does she do?

She is nervous.  But she doesn’t move or respond negatively so I continue to slide my hand up her leg.  I can see her squeezing the steering wheel.  I can tell she doesn’t know what I am doing, but doesn’t want me to stop.   I continue to lift her dress as I slide my hand up her inner thigh.  She gasps as I get to her panties.  She still hasn’t said a word to me.  I am now rubbing her crotch, careful as to make sure she doesn’t want me to stop.

how do you know?

I am watching her face and eyes.  She is turned on but doesn’t know how to react appropriately.  I may be the first girl that has ever touched her.

Her legs are thick so I can’t get down to deep in her lip area, so I instead rub her pubic hair, maybe around her clit area.  I am doing this over her panties, so the feeling of the thick cotton in the crotch keeps me from feeling too much.  

As I work my hand deeper down her thighs, I can feel the warmth.  Her crotch is also starting to lather. I can feel she is starting to leak through through her panties.  

do you work your hand inside her panties?

No.  I take my hand away from her crotch to see if she wants this to go further.   I slide my dress up so she can see my panties. 

what color are they?

They are pink. 

She looks over but still doesn’t say anything.  I rub my own pussy and am soaking wet.  I slide my panties down off my hips so I can show her the inner crotch of my panties.  They are actually soaking wet.

did I fuck you or cum in your mouth before work that morning?

You fucked me.

so your panties also have my old cum?

Yes, I am leaking your cum from the morning and my own juices from being so turned on by being able to touch her vagina. 

As we pull back up to the office, I slide my soaking panties off and put them in my purse.  We walk back to the office and don’t say anything.  We wait in front of the elevator, holding our salads.  As the elevator door closes behind us, she slowly reaches over and touches my ass. 

does she put her hand up your skirt?

No.  She doesn’t lift my skirt, she just rubs my ass to let me know she wants more.

We get into my office and I close my door.  I lay her down on my floor and pull her panties down.  She is so moist.  I start eating her out.

wait…

What? 

not so fast

I just want to eat her out.

Tell me about her first.  What does her pussy look like?

Her pussy has about a weeks worth of hair, so its trimmed but you can see growth.  Her pussy lips are thick and dark, much darker than her actual skin.  Her crotch smells like warmth, a long day, and sweat.  Not her insides, just around her crotch.  She is thick and her body has more of an odor than mine, but it really turns me on.  I slide my tongue over her lips.  

does eating pussy turn you on more than getting your pussy ate?

Yes.  I love going down on a woman.

why?

I like to see what a woman smells like, what her vagina looks like, what she tastes like.  

are you happy experiencing all this with her?

I love it.  Her pussy is so good.  She is so nice to me.  I am so glad I get to please her. 

I tease her rubbing my tongue over her clit and lips.  She is moaning and I can tell she wants me to stick my tongue inside her.  She wants to feel me taste her.  I push my tongue in her as far as I can, she gasps and moans.  I taste all of her insides.

I then move my mouth up to her clit, happy with tasting her enough to satisfy my curious urges.  I suck on her clit as I stick the tip of my finger in her hole.  I can tell she wants me to fuck her.  

how can you tell?

At this point, I am stroking my husband hard.  I make sure my hands get tight as I get closer to telling him about how I am going to make her cum.  He is asking me questions, but his mumbles are getting quieter and I am in his head, creating the imagery her is going cum too.

It’s just something about the way she is moving her body down onto my hand.  She wants me to shove my fingers inside her.  I oblige and go deep enough to feel for her cervix.  I feel her little bump and circle my finger around her cervix.  I lick and suck her clit and can tell she is about to cum.  Her vagina tightens around my finger and she raises her body off the ground.  She bites her lip and holds her breath.  Because we are in the office, she doesn’t make a sound.  But I can see her veins in her neck protruding as she strains from her orgasm.  I can feel her body and lips spasming.   She came so fast.  She must not have had her pussy ate out in months, maybe even years.  She was so ready.

do you want to pull up her panties and let her leave?

No, I want my pussy ate.  

He is so close to cumming he wanted to cum but didn’t know if I wanted to go deeper into my story, so he could cum with me.  I can tell by his erection, he is on edge and can barely hold back.

okay, tell me more…

I tell her I want her to eat my pussy.  She tells me she has never ate a pussy or seen another woman nude.  I lift my dress up and put my pussy over her face.  I can tell she loves seeing another woman’s vagina.  She touches it in a way she just wants to feel the texture.  It’s too bad I am so wet, because as she touches it, I can see my sticky froth drip down onto her face.   I have a line of clear froth and your old cum stuck from my labia, to the side of her cheek.   She starts rubbing my pussy harder and puts her mouth up to my body….

At this point, my story stops.  My husband is now cumming.  He reaches up to grab my head and puts my mouth over his penis.  I can fee his aggression as he holds me down on his dick until he is done shooting inside my throat.  Usually when I am done I will lean back and open my mouth so he can see his cum in my mouth. I will then play with his cum while he watches before I swallow.  However, today he quickly asks me if I wanted to cum.  I swallow and nod yes.  My orgasms are not necessary, but after a dirty story, I usually always need to release.  He knows this.  I nod and let him know I would like to cum.  I grab my toy and lay off to the side of him.  His dick isn’t totally erect anymore, but it’s still hard enough to slide inside my body.  This is when his dick is at its thickest and stretches me the most. I grab my wand and put it against my pussy.  My husband whispers, “Do you love pussy more than you love dick?”

I nod.  I do.  I love pussy more than I love dick.  But I love him more than I love pussy.


 

For other couples, it’s totally okay to dive into things you may never want to really experience, with your minds.  We read this a lot on relationship forums.  Sometimes it creates mixed signals, sometimes it creates insecurities.  So talk to your partner, let them know a fantasy is just a fantasy, and assure them it will never go beyond that.  This will help everyone open up and dig into their heads further than they ever have.  Or at least out loud.

Dirty Talk: Exploring Bisexuality With My Childhood Best Friend

Exploring Bisexuality With My Childhood Best Friend

The Dirty Talk Intro & Disclaimer:  Everything in the story below is random and created on the spot while massaging and giving a handjob to my husband.  No filters, no rules, no boundaries; just a story and situation created to help my husband orgasm and enjoy our experience together.  We do this for intimacy and find handjobs less destructive on our bodies than having sex daily (our bodies just can’t handle penetrative sex each day).   All dirty talk is usually pure fantasy.  I use this dirty talk as a form of mental porn for my husband while he is in a vulnerable state due to being touched and massaged.  Sexual intimacy can also help reduce feelings of anxiety and depression as it triggers the release of three mood-boosting chemicals — dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin.  I usually also get really wet because my own naughty thoughts push my own personal boundaries and really turn me on.  This is why it’s so fun.  Unlike giving a blowjob or going through the theatrics of sex, you both connect thoughts together and create sexual stories in the heat of the moment.  He trusts me and we both love this natural vulnerability.  I can almost get inside his head and control his fantasies, dirty thoughts, and talk him into an orgasm in the exact moment my story hits it’s climax.  During my stories he will ask me questions while I talk.  I will include these to the best of my memory.  In fact, every story is to the best of my memory, as I do not know remember all the exact details.   

Exploring Bisexuality With My Childhood Best Friend

I was a bit hesitant with this story as some things are hard for me to open up to.  My husband could sense that this fantasy wasn’t something I was more reserved about, simply because I had never done anything with my childhood friends.  I do get why it’s kinky, but I also get a bit jealous because I am sharing intimate details about my idea of their bodies.   If that makes sense.


Do you want me to talk about having a sleep over with my friend?

Yea, what friend?

Stella.

How old are you?

I am 16.

How old is she?

17.

Are you going over to her house?

No, she is going to stay with me for the night.

What are you wearing?

I am wearing sweats and a loose tank top.  

Are you wearing bra?  

No.

Are you wearing panties?

Yes, a thong.

Stella comes over and knocks on the door.  

How does she look?

Pretty.  She always looks pretty.

What is she wearing?

Baggy sweats and a t-shirt.

Is she wearing a bra?

No, we never wear bras when we have sleepovers.

Can you see her nipples poking through her shirt?

Yes, her nipples are perky and I can see the outline of them through her shirt.

How big are her breasts?

Me and her probably have the same size breasts.

Does she smell good?

She smells amazing.  She always smells good and looks pretty.  Sometimes she wears too much make up but today she doesn’t have very much on. 

We rented a scary movie and decided to watch it up in my bedroom.  We are both sitting on my bed side by side.

Do you and your friends sleep in the same bed when they sleep over?

Yes, me and my friends always sleep in the same bed during sleepovers.

So we are upstairs sitting with our backs against the pillows on the bed.  The movie is scary, so we are sitting kind of close.

Are your parents home?

My parents are gone for the night so it’s just us.  That’s why the movie is extra scary.  We do not have any adults around us.

I lean my head on her shoulder and she smells amazing.  Not sure why, but I slowly slide my head down her shoulder to her chest, and can feel her breasts rubbing on the side of my face.  

I wait to see if she makes a sound or pushes me away, but she doesn’t.  I reach up and wrap my hand around her stomach and up her ribs.  She leans her head back and closes her eyes.

Have you ever talked to her before about being bisexual or liking girls?

No, never.  We are both virgins and have never had any conversations about sex or our sexuality.

I slide my hand inside her shirt.  I move slow because I am still nervous she is going to stop me.  Neither of us have done this before.

She doesn’t stop me so I slide my hand further up and grab her breasts.  I can feel her nipples hard and her skin feels so soft.

Do you kiss her?

No, not yet.  I don’t want to kiss her.  I just want to feel her breasts.


I can feel my husband’s dick get hard and soft throughout our conversation.  Some things turn him on, but some things just peak his interest so he loses his erection.  I try my hardest to keep us focused on the sexy.


I want to see her breasts so I lift up her shirt and look at them for the first time.  They look amazing.  Young and perky.  They are about the same size as mine except her nipples are smaller.

About what size?

About the size of a half dollar.

I put them in my mouth.  I just want to suck on her breasts.  She puts her head back and moans.   She loves me sucking on her breasts.

I am a bit more curious and want to feel between her legs.  I start moving my hand down her stomach and reach inside her sweats.  She has on panties so I slide my hand under them as well.  She is so hairy.  She has a huge bush and has probably never shaved before.  It feels so amazing.  I slide my hand lower so I can feel the wetness between her legs.  

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Dirty Talk: A Threesome with A Transsexual Woman

A Threesome with A Transsexual

The Dirty Talk Intro & Disclaimer:  Everything in the story below is random and created on the spot while massaging and giving a handjob to my husband.  No filters, no rules, no boundaries; just a story and situation created to help my husband orgasm and enjoy our experience together.  We do this for intimacy and find handjobs less destructive on our bodies than having sex daily (our bodies just can’t handle penetrative sex each day).   All dirty talk is usually pure fantasy.  I use this dirty talk as a form of mental porn for my husband while he is in a vulnerable state due to being touched and massaged.  Sexual intimacy can also help reduce feelings of anxiety and depression as it triggers the release of three mood-boosting chemicals — dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin.  I usually also get really wet because my own naughty thoughts push my own personal boundaries and really turn me on.  This is why it’s so fun.  Unlike giving a blowjob or going through the theatrics of sex, you both connect thoughts together and create sexual stories in the heat of the moment.  He trusts me and we both love this natural vulnerability.  I can almost get inside his head and control his fantasies, dirty thoughts, and talk him into an orgasm in the exact moment my story hits it’s climax.  During my stories he will ask me questions while I talk.  I will include these to the best of my memory.  In fact, every story is to the best of my memory, as I do not know remember all the exact details.   

Dirty Talk: A Threesome with A Transsexual

So we go out to dinner with the sexy girl we found on a dating app.  Although she is cute, we share her photo with each other in text and there is something distinct about her face and features that seem a bit different. 

Like what?

Her face is a bit longer.  Something about her nose and cheeks seem different, but her body is amazing.

Okay…

We meet with her in person and you whisper to me that she is sexy as fuck.  I agree.  Conversation is good, we both seem to really enjoy her company.  She is making us laugh and seems to be super sweet.  We both like her a lot.

As dinner wraps up we ask her if she wants to come to our place for a few drinks.  She is hesitant. She leans over and quietly lets us know that she is transsexual.  

ummm…


I feel my husband’s dick start to soften in my hand.  Usually when his mind is on something else, or if the story has too much detail, his body responds by getting soft because he wants to discuss things rather than orgasm.


Relax. Enjoy yourself.

You sit back a bit uncomfortable but I can tell you are looking at her really intense, trying to see if you can tell.  I don’t think you can.  She is almost a perfect woman.  Her smile, her face, her body, and her personality.  

Lets take her home

We are.  We decide we would take her to our place just to see where things lead.  If anything, you getting a double blow job from both of us will make your night.  If anything else happens, we will see.  

We get her to our place and she slides off her coat.  She has amazing cleavage.  Her lips are thick, so you can’t stop thinking about her sucking your dick.

I can tell you want her, but you’re confused.  So am I.  I want her too.

You do?

Yes, I want to see her dick.  

Me too.

She is sitting in between us.  I lean in to kiss her and quickly put my hand between her legs.  Not something I would normally do, but I don’t believe she has a penis.  I think she is fucking with us.

What do you feel?

She definitely has a penis.

She is erect.  Her dick feels hard, but is still very small.  A cute small.

Yea, I’d rather her be cute and small.

For sure, I only need one man tonight.   I pull her dress up and pull her panties down exposing her penis to you.  She is totally shaved and her dick is a beautiful 3 or 4 inches.  Thick, but tiny, exactly how I’d imagine a woman’s penis would be.  No flaws, no razor bumps, just exactly how a classy woman would maintain her body if she had a penis.

I want to touch it.

You reach over and cup her penis in your hand.  Her head barely pokes out the top of your grip.  Any slight movement will be stroking her dick.  It must feel amazing to have a dick that is the perfect size for a hand.


My husband’s dick is now rock hard.  His mind is open.  His balls are starting to tighten and I can tell he is really getting into the idea.


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Dirty Talk: Gang Banged by a Bunch of Old Men

Gang Banged by a Bunch of Old Men

The Dirty Talk Intro & Disclaimer:  Everything in the story below is random and created on the spot while massaging and giving a handjob to my husband.  No filters, no rules, no boundaries; just a story and situation created to help my husband orgasm and enjoy our experience together.  We do this for intimacy and find handjobs less destructive on our bodies than having sex daily (our bodies just can’t handle penetrative sex each day).   All dirty talk is usually pure fantasy.  I use this dirty talk as a form of mental porn for my husband while he is in a vulnerable state due to being touched and massaged.  Sexual intimacy can also help reduce feelings of anxiety and depression as it triggers the release of three mood-boosting chemicals — dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin.  I usually also get really wet because my own naughty thoughts push my own personal boundaries and really turn me on.  This is why it’s so fun.  Unlike giving a blowjob or going through the theatrics of sex, you both connect thoughts together and create sexual stories in the heat of the moment.  He trusts me and we both love this natural vulnerability.  I can almost get inside his head and control his fantasies, dirty thoughts, and talk him into an orgasm in the exact moment my story hits it’s climax.  During my stories he will ask me questions while I talk.  I will include these to the best of my memory.  In fact, every story is to the best of my memory, as I do not know remember all the exact details.   

Dirty Talk:  Gang Banged by a Bunch of Old Men

I am in a room with a bunch of old guys and I can tell they want to fuck me.  

describe them…

They are all over 70, grey hair, nude.  One is skinny with a smaller slim penis, tight balls, and a salt and pepper grey bush.  I can almost see his skeleton frame as he is very slim.  (Guy 1)

Another one is build like a square, not chubby, but you can tell he used to be muscular.  He has a bit of a belly and his shoulders are wide.  His penis is small in length but thick.  He also has tight balls like he is already ready to cum.  (Guy 2)

does he have crotch hair?

He has a huge bush that is also salt in pepper.   All the men have crotch hair.  I find them all sexy and prefer to see them hairy.

what about the other guys?

The 3rd guy is tall and slim.  His balls are extremely big and hang very low.  His penis isn’t small, but his balls hang much lower. (Guy 3)

do you find older guys sexy?

I love older men.  They are probably my biggest kink. 

do you want to be fucked by a bunch of older men?

Yes.

The 4th guy is short with a normal size frame.  Like he kept himself in shape.  He has the biggest penis of the group.  It is thick and about 6 inches long.  His balls are also loose and hanging.  I can tell when he fucks me I will feel his balls slapping against me. (Guy 4)

does that turn you on?

Yes, I love it when I can feel your balls slapping against me.  Or laying on my face while I am being face fucked.

keep going…

The last guy looks like Ron Jeremy when he is old.  He is hairy all over.  His balls are small and tight and his penis looks proportional to his body. (Guy 5)

what do they do to you?

Guy 1 comes over to my face and sticks his dick in my mouth.  I grab his small balls and start to stroke under them as I suck his dick.  He immediately gets hard.  I notice that all the guys are touching themselves and started to get hard all around me.

did you want the small skinny guy in your mouth first?

Yes.

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