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Special Happy Ending (from Master Bates Swing Diary)

What endeared me "Tammi" -- that's her "stage name", she said...her real name is hard for most Americans to pronounce, so she took on the Americanized version of her Filipino name -- was the fact that she never bullshitted me like the several other "Asian" women did. She spoke American English -- right along with the slang -- in perfect pitch and perfect rhythm. She was, however, from the Philippines city of Lagos. The city is known for two things: beautiful, charming women of all ages; and fuckers from the time they were old enough to say the word "fuck" or "suck", as in "fuckee" or "suckee".

I have been one of her regulars since I returned from Iraq the second go-around. Before I found her, I went to other massage parlors -- all with names like "Spring" or "Lotus Blossom" or "Gentle Hands". They gave me massages -- they ALL do -- but when it comes to anything extra: a handjob to orgasm; a blowjob followed by a handjob; or a full out fuck, ass preferred -- they did not do those things. Several "massagers" told me, pointing to my hands and then to my hard cock, to "do this yourself. I not do."

They WOULD do, as I learned later, but they wanted more of a tip than I was offering. With me, it is "take what I offer or nothing...I can do it myself, and save..."

Not with Tammi.

When I found her place -- in a western suburb of the Twin Cities -- she not only hugged me, but also grabbed my cock through my pants and whispered into my left ear "Big Dick. Big price for happy ending, okay?" and then with emphasis, gently squeezed my dick and then found my balls and squeezed them also.

I was hooked from that time onward.

She then led me to one of the rooms and informed me of the "house prices." Forty dollars for 30 minute; 60 for an hour; 90 for 90 minutes. Then she asked "military?" to which I nodded. "Military gets 20 percent off but you have to tip really good, okay?" Then before I could agree, she said "Okay. Take off your clothes, lay down on the bed face down."

It is at this point, while taking off my clothes, I was memory-reminded of what a female friend of mine -- my "battle buddy" Donna Kay Resnick said to me before we left from overseas. Donna's an expert in this type of sex. She told me that she not only gets off, but she gets the massager off too, leading to a lot of "dates" outside the massage parlor. Donna and I never fucked -- never even shared a soulful kiss between each other. She did, however, tell me all about dealing with massage parlors and what to not only do or don't do, but also to make sure I don't get taken.

This portion of the massage is the "Happy Ending" part, Donna said. Ask if they do "Happy Endings" if they don't offer. Not all do.

"Don't come in with your full wallet. Bring cash and ONE credit or debit card. When you disrobe, make sure that you put your card and money in your shoes -- this way, you can tell when they bend over, if they are trying to find your wallet and hence, your money."

I did what I was recommended to do.

"Make sure that your fingernails are trimmed. All of them. We women have sensitive spots down there, and when you rake it with your fingernails, it is NOT comfortable. You want her comfortable. Don't do ANYTHING until after the third song is finished -- they have them timed as to how long the song goes, hence, how much time they have on the clock."

I rested there, listening to the music as much as I could at the other places. Tammi had me talking while she rubbed my body parts, giving me a legit massage at the same time.

"You from here?" she asked.

"No. I come back here each month to see friends and family" I answered. To myself I added "and to fuck or eat some pussy while here..." I then asked "Where are you from?"

"Born in the Philippines; came here when I was 12. Lived in Eden Prairie since." She continued to rub and sure enough at the end of the third song, she offered up the additional prices for the "happy ending".

"Turn over please." Tammi looked at me as she made motions.

"Hand -- 40 dollar." She raised one hand up and down, gripping my dick with the other and squeezing. "Mouth -- 60 dollar" and then she removed both hands and bent over, revealing her small breasts under the shirt she was half dressed in. She moved up and down.

I got it.

"Sex -- one hundred dollar and only in my ass."

"And if I want more? I have to tell you that it takes me a long time to cum," I said matter-of-factly.

When I have said that at other places, they look at me as to say "yeah, right". Fifteen minutes into the handjob, however, they look at me and say "you come yet?"

"No. I told you it takes me a long time to come!" I responded.

"I am tired...you do it yourself. You come."

"Not enough tip?" I asked, reaching down to grab my hardened cock, stroking it with my hand wettened by the lube they used. I look at their faces, their tits outside the shirt or top they are wearing, and marveled at the fact that 20 minutes later, my dick spurts the first of several gobs of sperm coated within the fluid used to normally coat the inside of their cunts while I pump it all out...

"You come a lot," they would all say. "Big dick."

They end up getting a small tip. One woman got nothing. "I did all of the work," I explained, "I could have went back to the hotel room and jacked off into a towel. Sorry."

NOT that way with Tammi, however. She explained the prices and then added, "I get you off or it is free."

I nodded as I got up to give her money for the handjob.

She motioned for me to lay back down and that she would be right back.

I felt my cock get hard, and then I moved a hand to jack it off a bit more. Tammi returned to the room, this time wearing a swim suit top and loose shorts.

"Good?" she asked, as she moved close to me. She then said "nothing inside, okay? Outside is great but nothing inside, okay?"

She removed her top, revealing a good set of B-Cup tits with large nipples. "Be gentle with them...I have a baby... No sucking, okay?"

I agreed, remembering what Donna said: "They reserve the pussy for their better customers -- the ones who will pay lots of money for the right to get that tunnel. Get her off through her clit, and she'll change her mind about you fingering her. But get her off first. Don't worry about you...she'll get you off if you get her off first."

Tammi then placed her tongue around the crown of my dick and started swirling around it, as if it was an ice cream cone. Then she moved under the ridge of my dick and started to lick there, leaving lots of saliva as she did this. She took what to me appeared to be several minutes doing this. She then removed her mouth, went to find the lube and applied it to the shaft of my dick and then to her hands.

She then started to grab and elongate my cock while playing with my balls. Every once in a while, she would swipe the top of my dick with her lips -- not sucking, just brushing it.

Returning back to my cock, she moved her body and then placed my hand on her ass while she continued to jack me off. I felt her ass through the shorts, and then as if she was in heat, she removed her shorts, and moved back to me and placed my hand on her ass again.

I touched and moved around her ass, while she was jacking me off -- slowly and then faster. I placed my thumb between her ass cheeks and she bent back to accept my finger into her asshole. It was lubed before she came into the room, so my thumb went inside her ass with no difficulty. She continued to jack me as I fucked her ass with my right thumb. Then I remembered what Donna said about her clit.

I found her enlarged clit with my hand and started to flick it back and forth with my hand.

Tammi stopped, took my hand and rubbed it with her wet and slick hand. "Like this..." she said, instructing me on how she wanted her cunt rubbed.

She returned to my cock and rubbed it between her tits and then on her tits before returning to jacking it off. I was now rubbing my hand up and down her outer lips of her pussy, making sure that I hit her clit on the down or up stroke. Her moans told me that she was about to explode.

I was too.

The first shot of semen hit her on the chest. She moved back and then started to jack me off faster, squeezing and releasing my cock as if it was deep inside her. At the same time, Tammi was experiencing the first of several orgasms by my hand.

She stopped jacking me off as her body jerked several times then recovered and said "You are great...big dick..."

"You are delicious, nice pussy Tammi!" I said back.

Tammi stumbled then said "I am okay...you take a lot of work."

"Well deserved," I said.

She went to the bathroom, I'm sure, to finish up the orgasm, and to find some warm towels for my body. She came back, cleaning my body, paying attention to the hard "special purpose tool" which, after all of that, was still hard.

"Your wife must be really happy with you," she said, cleaning me.

I held up both hands and said "Not married."

"Then girlfriend."

"Nobody steady. That's why I come to you!!" I said. I did have someone I was sweet on at the time, but we were not fucking then.

"You come back anytime. You call ahead and ask for an hour and a half next time. You get everything."

"I can't afford everything, Tammi. I will come back but only for an hour", I replied.

Tammi continued to clean me and then applied the warm towels to my body, drying me off and rubbing my entire body.

She then motioned for me to get up and off the bed. She reached out her arms and hugged me.

"Best today. Best all week. Thank you!"

She then kissed me -- a short kiss -- on the cheeks.

"Best today," I repeated to her. "Best all month long. Thank you, Tammi."

Like I said, I come to see Tammi on a regular basis...it was once a week, but I pulled back and made it once a month instead. She has been jacking me off, occasionally attempting to suck my cock to completion, but her small mouth and my big dick lends themselves to a "knob job" at the best.

We did fuck once -- in Tammi's ass. It was short, wonderful, and I left her with an ass full of my cum and her in pain for about a week. I felt bad about it and when I returned, I asked only for a handjob (which she does so well) and I tipped her $200 for the "pain and suffering" she had from the assfucking she got from me previously. We've never fucked since, but she keeps telling that "she's been practicing with some large black dildos.

So perhaps down the road, I'll be entering a diary entry about Tammi's wonderful second assfuck.

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