*** This is a 3 part story about a young Chinese masseuse and her sexual awakening after moving to the US. It contains exhibitionism / voyeurism, interracial sex (white male / Chinese female/s), and taboo sex (mother / daughter).
I hope you enjoy.***
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Part I - A Hard Day at Work
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I zoned out as my hands kneaded the fatty folds on the back of the hairy, 50-something Mr. Nicolaides. It was preferable to mentally escape into fantasy than consider where I had wound up after 4 years of studying sports and fitness therapy at an over-priced American university.
I had moved to the US to study from my home in Chengdu, China at 18. I was lucky enough to obtain a visa that allowed me to work after graduation. I now planned to work hard and save enough money to operate independently, though it may take a few years to accomplish.
I was now working over 20 hours weekly in a seedy massage parlor and waitressing at the weekend to pay off my student debt. By the end of each week, I usually soaked my aching hands in ice water as the physicality of the work caught up with me. Generally, massage therapists worked 15 hours at most, but the Sun Lotus Massage Parlor demanded longer hours from its staff.
That afternoon was my first session with Mr. Nicolaides. As much as I liked easing others' pain and tension, I would be lying if I said I enjoyed it equally across all clients.
As my mind drifted, my hands massaged the middle-aged man's lower back. When I finished his pale, chubby legs, I asked him to turn over with a slight sense of dread.
Having worked there for a few months, I was now used to the occasional erection. At first I had found it kind of funny. Now it was just a hazard of the job. I was not terribly surprised that this old and frankly unattractive man had become aroused after being touched by a petite, 23 year old Chinese girl.
My eyes avoided his... and the tent pole under his towel. I began to rub his shoulders and arms. The sooner I finished the session, the better. I could feel his eyes on me as I worked. It gave me the creeps.
I was more than a little wary of male clientele.
I had previous clients who tried to grab my ass while I worked, or 'accidentally' showed me their dicks. Usually I would respond by shouting a tirade of abuse at them, or once with a firm slap across the face. I was not there to take abuse from horny old pervs. When it came to dealing with unwanted advances, I was my mother's daughter. Her temper is legendary, and I've seen grown men forget how to speak when she lost it.
As much as I loved my mother, I was glad to be free from her. She didn't know that I had had a boyfriend in the US. She is extremely prudish, even by Chinese standards. Despite her striking looks, I gathered that her and my father had a stale sex life. She would be furious if she found out I had slept with a man before getting married. She was constantly keeping busy with her favorite pastime: lining up potential suitors for me to return to China to marry. Through blind luck, I had managed to evade her schemes so far. Little did she know, her crushing repression was the main reason I had relocated 12,000 kilometres away. Once I was out on my own, I became free to explore my sexuality a little. I finally lost my virginity at 20. Had I never left my mother's constricting embrace, I think by now I would have been married to the Chinese version of Mr. Nicolaides...
The thought was enough to make me want to wretch.
Just as I was about to tell Mr. Nicolaides that we had finished, he raised his head, a third chin forming as he did. "Do you do any... special massages?" he asked innocuously, a lustful glint in his eye. His gaze dropped to the towel over his erection before returning to my eyes.
Ugh...
Yuck!
The thought of touching this old man's penis made me feel nauseous. There was no amount of money that would make me enjoy that.
I knew some of the other girls did favors for clients. I assumed just handjobs, but maybe they did more. I also guessed that the parlor took a cut. To be honest, the less I knew about it the better. I joined to earn money through good, old-fashioned labour, not sex work.
"I do a deep tissue massage which is slightly more expensive, though I'm afraid that I have another client booked now so we would need to book it for another day." I answered, mechanically.
His face dropped with disappointment, the sleazy glint in his eye was gone, replaced by a sulky anger. No doubt he was surprised to meet a masseuse in Sun Lotus who didn't give 'special' massages. I finished up quickly and left the room so he could get dressed.
As I washed my hands in the next room, I allowed myself a shudder of revulsion.
I promised myself that if I ever considered sexually satisfying a client for money, I would book a one way ticket back to China.
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After 10 minutes, I stepped furtively into the waiting room.
Please God, I thought, don't let the next client be a dirty old creep.
Referring to my clipboard, I called out "Mr... Edwards?"
A tall, athletic White man in his mid 30s dropped a newspaper onto the coffee table, rose slowly to his feet and stepped forward. He moved with some discomfort, wincing slightly. I guessed he was recovering from an injury. He wore light jeans and a plain black t-shirt which hugged his well defined muscles. He looked very fit, the prominent veins on his arms suggesting a rigorous lifestyle.
"Hi. Just through here?" he responded, his deep, masculine voice surprising me somewhat. I swallowed, suddenly nervous. His face was freshly shaven. He had a strong jaw, and deep brown eyes. His dark hair was trimmed short. He looked clean-cut and professional.
"Ummm, yes please sir." I stammered slightly.
Oh my! What a hunk! The thrill of anticipation moved through my body.
I wondered if he was a boxer, or even a dancer perhaps. I had to admit, I felt lucky that I would see and touch this man's body.
"I'll be with you in one moment, if you can just get undressed and lie on the table face down, with the towel covering you."
I waited in the attending room, nervous energy overtaking me. My hands shook a little as I washed them. I casually wondered if Mr. Edwards would get an erection too...
I certainly hoped so.
The thought made my pussy tingle a little.
I returned to the massage room to find him laying down, as instructed. His face was hidden from me by the hole in the massage table.
"Now Mr. Edwards, my name is Jia. Do you want a standard massage, or are you experiencing specific muscle pain at all?" I asked politely.
"Nice to meet you Jia, please call me Billy. I strained my back in work a few months ago and it occasionally flares up." His hand moved to point at the lower spinal discs above his coccyx.
"Ah I see... That is quite common. I can certainly take a look." I thanked God he couldn't see my eyes roaming over his body. Every part I could see was lean with well-defined muscles.
I started by massaging his lower back, my strong hands teasing out the tension stored there with increasing intensity.
He moaned deeply with relief, his body shuddering as he did so. For some reason the primal sound affected me. To my sex-starved ears, it almost sounded sexual.
"Oh my God, Jia!" he groaned with pleasure. "That feels amazing!"
"I'm glad to hear it, Billy." I replied softly. Just hearing him say my name that way kicked my imagination into overdrive.
I hadn't been with a man in the last two years and my body ached for contact. Since breaking up with my asshole boyfriend after finding texts to other girls on his phone, I had focused on my studies and work. This often left me very horny and I regularly fucked myself silly with sex toys, although I was never fully satisfied.
Unfortunately, a sex toy can't grab you by the hair while fucking you from behind and call you a dirty slut.
In the last few months, in my sexual desperation, I had taken to sunbathing topless on my balcony. It gave me a thrill to display myself for others' enjoyment. Being on the 6th floor, only a handful of other apartments could see where I lay. I wore my sunglasses which allowed me to scan the surrounding windows for voyeurs. I was so nervous each time I did it, but that just seemed to add to the thrill. My mother would be disgusted if she ever found out what I was doing.
One day as I lay on the sun-lounger, I noticed in my peripheral vision a teenager in the opposite apartment block, watching me. I thought I may have seen him before, perhaps in the local grocery store. He looked to be 18 and was pretty cute for his age. My mouth became dry and my heart beat wildly. After a minute or so, I began to idly play with my nipples, tweaking and flicking them. Eventually I slid a hand into my bikini bottoms, teasing my clit. I was soaked. I could see his hand pumping furiously as he watched. A few minutes later I saw his body tense. He was cumming, I realized, with more than a little satisfaction. I had given him an intense orgasm from across the street.
I had gathered my things and casually retreated to my room, where I promptly fucked my dildo for hours. It was the most erotic experience of my life... up to that point.
As I massaged the physical specimen before me, I knew that evening I would have a new fantasy to cum to.
"What kind of work do you do, Billy?" I asked.
"I was in the Army for a few years, one tour overseas was enough for me. Now I'm a member of the SWAT team."
"Oh my!" I said, genuinely impressed. I wondered if he had ever shot anyone, or been shot at. I didn't dare ask. "I'm sure you have some incredible stories! How did you injure yourself?"
"Well!... We were responding to a robbery in a jewellery store. One of the perps tried to escape down a stairwell. My colleague was about to blow his head off, but I could see he wasn't armed. Don't ask me why, but for some reason I decided it would be a good idea to tackle this punk instead and try to cuff him before he got himself killed. The two of us scuffled before we fell down the stairs... Guess which one of us ended up in a hospital bed?"
"Oh my!"
"Yeah... and the kicker is, the guy is suing SWAT for the injuries HE sustained during the fall! The little shit doesn't even realize I saved his life!" Billy chuckled wryly.
I laughed a little at that. "I guess you'll think twice before saving another criminal!"
He laughed and replied, "A few bullets would certainly have reduced the paperwork!"
We chatted and shared some laughs while I worked. He asked me where I was from and how long I had been in the US. I asked if he was married. He hesitated before saying yes. I was a little disappointed, but it wasn't unexpected.
We both relaxed a little, enjoying the conversation. I wondered if he found me attractive. Even though he was married, a part of me hoped he would ask for my number. I would gladly give it to him. At the very least, I hoped he would be a regular client.
As I began to knead his shoulders, the conversation tailed off and I noticed after a few minutes that his breathing had deepened. I suspected he had fallen asleep.
As I continued the massage, I finished working his legs. I shook his shoulder lightly. He stirred, lifting his head to look at me.
