This is Part 3 of my Juicy Asian Spa series. Make sure you've read Part 1 and 2.
Enjoy!
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I woke up suddenly, as if a gunshot had woken me.
I was so exhausted after the second session that I had fallen asleep as soon as I had gotten to bed.
I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock by my bed.
It was 10 PM.
Damn, I had slept for almost 3 hours.
I sat up and stretched. I knew the time wasn't an issue, the first session had taught me that.
I went to the bathroom, yawning.
Ten minutes later, I picked up the remote and looked at it.
The red PLEASURE button stared back at me, alluring.
Despite my previous sessions, I was hornier than ever. The thought that these beautiful women were there all the time, ready to pleasure me, was just too exciting.
I felt very tired, I could barely get up. But, damn it, I was going to have my third session.
I pressed the button eagerly, and lay back down, waiting.
I could hear my heart beating loudly in my ears.
After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"I'm coming!" I said, wondering how the hell I was going to get up, I was still feeling pretty tired.
To my surprise, I heard the door open and close again.
I sat up a bit, puzzled.
I heard soft footsteps approaching.
Then, she entered my room and bowed curtly.
Just like the previous two Asian women, she was gorgeous.
Her dark hair fell on her shoulders.
Her skin was the color of milk.
Her doe eyes were dark and sweet.
Her body was curvy and sensual.
Her large breasts were almost begging to burst out of her maid outfit.
Her legs were elegant and covered in black, satin stockings.
Her feminine arms were bare.
Her delicate, smooth hands held a buffer.
She stood in front of me, smiling at me.
I could already feel my cock getting hard. And wet.
Like the others, she never spoke to me.
At first, she just dusted every corner of the room, almost ignoring me.
But she was really just exposing her body for me to appreciate.
She got on her toes, stretching her legs and showing me her perfect hourglass figure.
She bent down when dusting the drawer, and I had a stupendous view of her juicy, plump ass.
She dusted the TV, giving me a spectacular view of her boobs jiggling as she reached top of the screen.
After a while, she approached my bed and started fixing it up, straightening the sheets and smoothing the covers.
I had watched her silently the whole time. My dick was now rock hard.
When she fixed up my pillows, smiling at me, I looked down at her cleavage.
Her large, natural breasts jiggled in front of me as she propped up my pillows for me, motioning me that I should sit up.
I sat up and leaned on the cushions, smiling back.
She looked down and saw my erection pushing its way through the sheets.
It was hard to miss.
With a mischievous, knowing smile, she held a finger in front of her lips and pointed towards the wall.
I understood. She was telling me that we shouldn't make too much noise, because there were other rooms next to mine.
I nodded.
She smiled again and started stroking my dick through the sheets.
I let out a groan. It wasn't loud but she still held a finger in front of her lips and giggled lightly.
It seems, this time around, the name of the game was being quiet. As if we could get caught.
It was an exciting game.
She kept on stroking, as I held in every grunt or word I might have.
After a moment, she pulled down the sheets.
There I was, sitting on my bed with my hard cock throbbing under my pajama pants.
She leaned over and propped my head on her large, smooth, wonderful breasts.
I eagerly stuck my face in her cleavage and started kissing it, licking it, stroking my face over it.
As I did this, she pulled down my pants, and my dick jumped out to meet the warm air of my room.
She started to caress it gently, lovingly.
