Ask a slut Anonymous - Massage parlor

Q.

I've become a regular at a local asian massage parlor. My masseuse, a gorgeous horny Thai woman, is a FULL service provider. we pretty much run the gamut of sex during my 30-45 minute sessions, about once a week. The only thing she will not do is let me fuck her in the ass. I've tongue fucked both holes, and came on her butthole, and in her mouth, but she always says no when I wanna fuck her ass. Any advise on how to proceed and give her an anal cream pie or ass to mouth load?

A.

Well that's not really FUll service at all!!!

I think fist, you have to know why she is saying no.
is she afraid?

If so, I would say start off slow.
Find ways to let her know how amazingly good it will feel, shove your finger in her asshole while your licking her cunt, and make sure she doent think you are doing it just to get her ready to be ass fucked. Do this for a while, each time you eat her cunt, and after a while she may relax enjoy it.
Then you can move on to small toys.
Get lots of lube, and tell her how hot you think it would be if she were to wear a plug while she "massages" you, or even before she knows you will be there :)
Also, if she were to wear a plug for a little while before you fucked her ass, it would make it nice and ready, and less extreme for her.
Maybe you could convince her to just let you put the head of your cock in, just a little so she can see what it's like.

The only way to convince someone who is not experienced in being assfucked to try it, is to build trust. There is no other way she can relax and enjoy it.
:D

My guess is though, that even though she is "full service" for you, it is still not a relationship, so building trust will be hard if possible at all.
And is all that work really worth it for someone you wont sleep next to at night?
You enjoy her and that is great, but she is making money, and there some things where she most likely feels she has to draw the line.





This somehow reminds me of this cool poem I like by Mary Howitt

“Will you step into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”

Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”

“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!

And now, dear little c***dren, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.