A New "Orient"ation.... Part 1 free porn video

A New Orientation.... by LaShaunda The changes that have happened to me in the last year have been unbelievable. I could never have imagined the new direction that my life would take. I am examining myself in the mirror, and diligently checking my physical appearance for the slightest imperfection. I must look perfect at all times, and like the naughty little Asian sexpot for my expecting "honored clients." I am wearing my standard "VIP masseuse's uniform" of a red and black lacey negligee, black high-heels, black pantyhose, and black lacey panties underneath. The nightie displays my growing cleavage and my small but perky boobs.... My face is expertly made up, as is required for all of us Japanese and Vietnamese "Geisha girls" at my place of work. Special attention is paid to the artificial-slant of my almond eyes (which are pulled back with very discreet clear eye-tabs applied just behind my temples).... My long hair has been dyed jet-black, which compliments perfectly with my artificial yellowed skin. I pucker my plumped-up and red lips... (I also reek of strong but cheap perfumes and scents.) To all of the world, I am an Asian-Japanese female of no special distinction.... I am probably a first or 2nd-generation immigrant with a shitty genetic-code, "just off the plane" and naturally funneled into the business of being a masseuse. Working at a massage spa and salon is no special insult to me, Saki Miyabi, as I am just following in the footsteps of probably BILLIONS of Asian women who have been forced into drudgery jobs as laundresses, midwives, or even "worse," I as I now endure. I smile a knowing smile at myself in the mirror, however, knowing how far I have come. There are many things about my new "role" and lifestyle that I absolutely love, even though I still hope to return back to being "Ryan Robertson" one day (when I can afford it!!). I also still consider myself to be completely a white man underneath all of this, though. But until now, I hike my pantyhose up to make sure they are on straight, and I head out of the powder room, as my next client is waiting, and I have little time for myself before his session starts!!! ---- Yes, it was a strange and almost-unique journey from where I was to where I am now. Yet, I was not the first white man (that I know of) to make a transition (for practical or other reasons) to life as an Asian woman. As it happens, to live as any ethnicity has its advantages or disadvantages. It just so happened that in my early 30's, a "Perfect Storm" of events conspired to have me adopt the life of an Asian woman. Also, I should stress that I consider myself completely straight, and I am totally attracted to women. At times in my life, before I began my "big switch," I had had fantasies of dressing in dresses, or wearing my mother's clothes, but certainly nothing more. I had had a girlfriend briefly when I was 18, with whom I had a son (Brett), and when I was with her and getting regular sex, my desires to dress vanished. Later, after my girlfriend left me and took Brett, I went into the Army... In the military, my desire and scope to dress or even think about dressing diminished, as I was always being shuffled around from barracks to barracks with little privacy or stability. I didn't really want to be in the Army, but I had no other employment skills, so the military was basically the only career open to me. It all went ok, I suppose, while I was off on deployments and my ex-girlfriend Katie raised Brett (and I sent child support)... The one thing that gutted me the most was that I missed my son grow up, for the most part. My feelings of responsibilty and duty to support my son (my pride and joy) kept me going though and functioning in the Army. The problem was, however, that in the Army, I was not exactly what you'd describe as "Captain America," macho personality. I was only 5'6'', and could get at most to about 160lbs if I worked out like crazy. Besides that, however, I just did not have the "Type A" personality to really get ahead in the Army and get noticed for promotion to an NCO. I was in the ranks and sort of went along in the doledrums, marking-time, spending all of my time as a Specialist and doing meaningless details, which was tolerable enough. I just faded off into the "General Population" of the Army, with no distinction. However, when I was 30, reality and my lack-of-ambition hit me in the worst way with a wake-up call. Army policy dictated that an enlisted soldier who had yet to get promoted to an NCO (Sergeant) would be discharged from the Army after 3 enlistment periods. The fact that I could not just hang out in the Army until retirement was a shock to the system. The reason for this policy was that the military did not want to retain unambitious and non-dynamic individuals (like me) on the payroll who were content to mop floors for 10 years.... They wanted dynamic men who would fight!!! As I had served almsot 12 years (3 periods of 4 years), my term was almost up, and I would soon be prevented from re-enlisting. It was impossible for me to get a billet to an NCO school to become a Sergeant on such short notice, and in anyway, the officers did not even know who I was, so that was out of the question. I went and saw my unit Captain about the possibility of even getting on as a Supply Sergeant, and he laughted in my face. Next, I begged, I pleaded with the resources officer to find something for me to let me stay in the Army... I had served in Iraq, after all, and I had sacrificed a lot for my country. "There is no use," she said, "The wars of terrorism are over. The Army is cutting back massively across the board. Even soldiers with far brighter resumes than you are getting discharged." "Surely there must be some sort of job-placement programs for veterans," I said? "Normally yes," she said sadly, "but even these programs will be swamped with thousands of men in the same boat as you. I am truly sorry. The best we can offer you is maybe a management training program at McDonalds!!!" "Fuck..." I just hung my head in shame and defeat. I had absolutely no idea what to do. I had no college and no employable skills to help me get a job. I had no idea what I would do with the rest of my life. (Pray another war starts somewhere and re-enlist. Join the French Foreign Legion!!) But I had to think practically in the now-and-present. I would go home, and try and keep making child-support payments. I could get employed somewhere, but where? Both of my parents were retired and living in a condo in Florida. My one sister was an office-manager in some non- descript office, at least, the last I heard. I had no other close family or friends back home. On the bright side, maybe I could finally re-connect and have a relationship with Brett!! "Well, tell me more about that program you have with McDonalds." ----- I got off the plane back in St. Louis six months later, where my 13 and one/half year old son Brett was there to greet me. I hadn't seen him since a leave I took 2 years ago, and I was shocked at how much he had grown. He had gotten so strong as he gave me a hug. He was turning out to be quite handsome, and I could tell he was in the very early stages of puberty. I felt sad, again, that I had missed so much of his childhood. Katie, his full-time legal guardian and my ex-girlfriend, stood in the background, waiting impatiently for him to stop hugging me and get going.... "Dad, I made the Middle School football team this year," he said excitedly, "But as a kicker. Coach said I was too scrawny for any other position," he said with some chagrin and frustration. Brett inherited my genes, unfortunately. He had the body more built for running or swimming, but he dreamed of playing a "man's sport," like baseball or football. He was always out there at practices, giving it his all (150% more than any other boy). Like it or not, however, he just could not compete with his more physically gifted peers. I had always really admired his persistance, and I always let him know how proud I was of him (in phone calls, letters, and facebook posts). "So what are you going to do for a job," Katie asked me condescendingly? "Well, you are not going to believe this," I said, "But I actually got accepted into the manager-trainee program at HOOTERS!!" "Wow, way cool," said Brett, "You get to hang around with all of the hot chicks in orange shorts. You gotta invite me up there to hang out with those babes!" "Well," I said, "We'll see how it goes. Its nothing permanent or anything, but its a start." "Well, my child support checks BETTER be in the mail," said Katie, "Or else, I'll have your ass in court faster than you can say 'Hot Wings'." (Ahh, why did we break up??") "But dad, I'm so glad we'll get to spend more time together now," said Brett. "Me too son, me too..." ---- A few days later, I reported to Hooters for my first day of work as a trainee-manager. I was quite excited at first, to see the bevy of attractive beauties whom I would soon be managing. Things were looking up, and I resolved I would try my hardest to keep this job and become a success here. I was greeted by Rick, the experienced and grizzled veteran Hooters manager, and a few of the Hooters girls. A couple of the girls were very pretty Asian beauties. About 1/3 of the girls were white, 1/3rd black, and the other 1/3rd were Asian, Latina, or Mixed-Race. To me, the white chicks, especially, were smokin' hot and extremely busty and leggy (in tan pantyhose). "Hi there, I'm Tanisha," one of the busty black Hooters girls said to me, "I'm the head-Trainer here for all new girls and for Trainee managers." (I could not keep my eyes off her copious and busty black thighs encased in tan pantyhose. However, I realized that I had to keep a professional bearing and not stare, and my eyes snapped back up to meet hers.... "No, I was not here to ogle chicks".... I had to focus and do this job!!!") However, as we got into the grind of restaurant work, the job turned out to be extremely difficult. I had gotten there at 2 PM, and instantly I was thrown into hours and hours of dishes, checking the grease in fryers, wiping tables, checking drinks, and virtually 2000 tasks that all required my undivided attention. The worst was the constant beeping and blaring of buzzers and timers, informing me that fried food was done. I also had to greet the endless lines of customers who bothered me with 300 requests each, like I was their little personal dumb- waiter.... "Don' worry," said Tanisha, "Everyone be a little overwhelmed on de' first day, but you get used to it. I really like workin' here." ("of course you do," I thought, "With those massive titties you are sporting, you probably rake in 300$ a night!) Long story short, I did not complete my first day and all of my tasks until 3 AM, until Rick finally let me leave and closet the store!!! My first day had been a 13 hour shift, and all constant, hectic activity!!! Who knew that running a restaurant would be this hard? I was so tired that I barely even thought anymore about how hot the girls were, and I was now seriously questioning whether or not I had the endurance to manage a restaurant long-term. Yet, I HAD to stick it out.... (What other choice did I have?) I kept going back to work, and I was getting far more exhausted and burnt out, compared to the cushy jobs I had gotten in the Army. I cursed my awful luck to get such a discharge.... I wished I had done more in the military to advance and distinguish myself. I had been so busy that I had not even gone to visit my son again, despite my promises and hopes that we would bond together. I was sad about this.... After two weeks, however, I had FINALLY gotten my first paycheck from Hooters, which was a nice fat 2200$. However, when I surveyed this money, 800$ had to go to child support, and another 800$ to rent, which left me a little bit left over. "Fuck," I said, "I will never get ahead in life this way. I am going to work myself until I drop, for nothing." (I had worked so much that I had barely eaten, by the way, and the scale now showed me weighing a mere 145 lbs. I gasped at the weight loss I had incurred.) As depressed as I was, with the little cash left over to me, I decided to engage in the one passion in my life that gave me any sort of "release...." With the rest of my paycheck (a stack of 20$s in my hand that Friday Night,) I drove across the river to Illinois, where the state laws were generally "more liberal," so to speak, and a guy could have a really good time. ------ Even before I was in the Army, I knew about Strip-Clubs. When I was younger, over in Illinois, there were about 3 or 4 standard Gentleman's clubs, featuring girls, clustered around a roundabout in a designated part of town. When I went to my base in Texas, I kind of went regularly to the big and well-run strip club, to where I became a "regular" and the girls knew my name. In my early 20's, I discovered "lap-dances." Naturally, however, much to my disappointment, I never received the "release" I had so long craved... (I should mention here that Katie, of all people, had been the only sexual partner or girlfriend I had ever had in my entire life. My breadth of sexual experience was frustratingly limited, and I had been utterly unable to get dates for the last 12 years, or even have a fling with anyone.) Anyway, I knew of course that the Strip Clubs were designed to foment frustration.... (They inspired hope, but never satisfaction).... I went for years and years, and I had the girls who regularly give me lap- dances, but they never allowed me to actually orgasm in my chair, no matter how much they grinded on me. All of the time I went there, I always dreamed that I would take up with some kind-hearted stripper, and that she could become my girlfriend... (I would treat any girl so well, if only they would give me the chance!!!).... Yet, "it" never happened. No girl ever really gave me the time-of-day, and try as I might, I could never meet another girl (stripper or otherwise) who would agree to date me. I was so frustrated for many years in all areas of sexuality. Yet, the strip-clubs introduced me to the workings of the sex-industry. I learned how strippers teased you and lured you in with vague promises, as they worked for 20$s and tips. Much to my long-term harm, I probably spent thousands of dollars in strip-clubs in fruitless attempts to "get with" girls. Sometimes, they would even act like they were going to give me their number and let me date them later, but it was all a fruitless lure to keep me throwing money at them. Still, I enjoyed the whole experience and the initial promise of strip- clubs. I loved walking in and seeing all of the fit dancers gyrating about... and I could pick the one I wanted and lavish all my attentions on her that night. I loved just talking to the strippers.... And then, I LOVED the feeling of when she would take me into the VIP section and grind on my cock, getting me so hard!!! No matter what kinds of frustrations I had across my life in general, I always felt like such a red-blooded-man when I had some hot stripper hanging on my every word. But yet, the promises of each night invariably turned into disappointment, as I realized that the girls had no other interest in me besides the money I would throw at them. I'd stagger out of there, drunk and down 250$, and no better off than I was before.... (I digress... the real problem with me is that I have no "social circle," and no friends of friends who can introduce me to real girls to date... I am stuck in potential loneliness. I am too isolated to get off the ground and meet real, eligible girls to start a new relationship with.) But anyway, that Friday night, I went into my most-preferred strip-club from my youth. It was a very clean and well-run gentleman's club, with girls who looked like they could be models. I seated myself in a lounge-chair far off from the stage and ordered a beer. Naturally, one busty-blonde stripper named Brittany zeroed-in on me and came over to my table to hustle me.... She sat on my lap and began whispering "sweet- nothings" in my ear, telling me that I should come back to the Prestige Lounge with her and let her get me hard. Honestly, this used to get me quite excited, but the whole routine and subsequent disappointment had become too predictable, even for me. Even though she was pretty, I knew deep down that she would not "satisfy" me in the way I desired. I still went back with her, and she gave me three lap-dances, and I gave her 60$. Then, as she was going to grind on me some more, I got up, just sort of dumping her off... "You're done," she said non-chalantly.. "Yeah, sorry Brittany, I'm not really feeling it tonight," I said half- heartedly. "What do you mean?" "I don't know, I'm just "over" the whole strip-club thing. Its not you, but I'm just tired of coming to these places and not orgasming, if I can speak frankly." "I'm sorry," she said, "it must be hard for a guy like you. No girlfriend, you know?" "I'm so lonely," I confessed. So to my surprise the busty-blonde stripper held me for a couple of hours, while I poured out all of my personal problems and my life-story to her. I was very happy as I got a big load off of my chest. I tipped her an extra 20 for talking to me, as I was about to leave. "Wait a minute," Brittany said, "If you really want to orgasm, I gotta tell you something. Ok, so I am normally not supposed to send our customers to competing clubs, but there is one place where you CAN jack off inside and its totally ok." "Uh, where?" I asked. "Well, listen, you haven't been back here in 10 years or so, right... Well, the whole development of this area has grown massively. Ok, so behind the main strip clubs, there are some other ones hidden away, because the "conservative citizens" didn't want eye sores.... If you just go down the side road to the left, on your way out, there is a GAY strip club. Then, behind that, there is a massage parlor." "A massage parlor?" I asked. "Yeah," said Brittany, "A jerk-joint...You just go in, and they give you a massage all normal like, but then, if you want, they'll sort of give you a "happy ending," if you know what I mean?" "I'm not sure," I said, "I've heard of places like that before, but I'm just not sure that is for me. Aren't the women in there kind of old and dirty?" "I just thought I'd tell you, you know, since you seemed so desperate. Its also all Asian women that work there; I think a lot of immigrants and people like that. Also, if you go there, I'd be careful, to be honest with you. I think the cops may bust Johns in there a lot." "Mmm, ok," I sad noncommitally. "I'm just going to go," I said... "I may be back later just to chat, if that is ok with you. I'll let you know how my dating life is going, and if I am close to getting a girlfriend." "Sure, anytime, just come back and ask for me" she said!!! "You are like the ONLY nice guy who comes in here, and the only one who doesn't creep me out." ---- I had absolutely NO intention of going to such a seedy place like a massage parlor/Korean-jerk-joint staffed with loads of questionable immigrant women. God only knows what sort of crap you might catch in there?? It could be a giant drug-house too, for all I know... I had every intention of just spinning my car around and driving home, resolved not to spend another peso in a crappy sex-establishment. Yet, as I sat in my car and drank a soda to sober up, I began to think back to Brittany and her big floppy tits, bouncing around in my face. I began to regret only having 3 lap dances with her, and nothing more, as I wanted to fantasize about that boobalicious beauty later in the privacy of my own home!!! Yes, Brittany was so beautiful, and and also so nice and easy to talk to. The more I talked to her, the more I liked her and wished I could be with her. (Oh damn, I was getting a boner again!!!)...(God, I thought, these strip-clubs have me by the balls, literally....) At first, I planned on going back inside and getting more lap dances from Brittany. However I realized that if I did so, I'd have to pay the cover-charge again, and I'd blow another 60$ and I'd be no better off and more frustrated than I was before. I'd still have total blue-balls and no orgasm. I then looked down the side road, to see some buildings off in the distance. It was still only 11 PM. "For shits and giggles," I thought, "why don't I just drive down and see what is down here?" I turned down the road and I first sped past a smaller strip club. There were about 20 cars in the lot, and despite the dark exterior, the interior seemed to be hopping on a Friday night. Indeed, this building was somwhat hidden away in a copse of trees, with the entrance and sign facing away from the road. I pulled up, and I read on the marquee, "MALE entertainers only..." I chuckled... "NO THANK YOU," I thought, as I headed onward. Whatever the fuck was going on in there was unimaginable!! In a few minutes, I pulled up to a smaller building (the size of a large house), even more tucked away and encircled by some garages and sheds. There was only one neon sign in the main window, "VIP Cherry Blossom Salon." The neon sign was the only bright light that alerted you to this commerical establishment... It was all quite eerie besides that at night, as the house was shielded by tall pine-trees that kept the location discreet. One light was on, but all of the blinds were pulled. It definitely appeared as if something was going on inside of there, but discretion was the order of the day for the clients. I was nervous about getting out, thanks to Brittany's warning about cops always busting this place... There were 6 or 7 cars in the driveway right now though, so obviously a few customers were inside, and all was ok. I still wanted to turn around and just speed off though, as the thought of being "touched" by an Asiatic woman was almost mortifying. I should tell you, first of all, that my overwhelming attraction at that point in time was towards white women. I can't say I never had fantasies about other women of an ethnic minority background, or what sex with them might be like, but to have sex with a chick that wasn't Caucasian was unimaginable. (Later, my opinion changed).... Honestly, I think that most of it was because I perceived minority women as having a different "musk" than white women. Also, I would NOT want to get in a situation where I had a hideous mixed-race child with a black woman, or a situation where I had to live day in and day out, and sleep in the same bed as a lound-mouthed and bossy black woman!!! I don't know what happened though.... Some strong and undefinable pull lured me up towards the door of the salon. That night, I felt a strong urge to try something new. Also, I was feeling incredibly aroused and depressed at the same time, which was a BAD combination. Finally, I just felt like I HAD to have an orgasm, besides yet ANOTHER unsatisfying masturbatory session courtesy of myself!!! I walked up to the front door, which to my surprise, was a large steel door, with one eye'hole, that was secured by three bolt-locks. The entrance was also covered by a security camera staring directly down at the welcome-mat. The house was covered by a strong instant-response security system. The windows, in addition to the closed blinds, were also barred. The fact that this establishment was kept under such tight locks had the odd effect of peaking my interest into what EXACTLY was going on inside?? Now, I was curious, and it was like a secret that I had to uncover and find out about. I knocked on the door, and there was no answer. Finally, I felt like a dumbass as I had failed to see the doorbell. My finger was shaking, and I was sweating as I rang the buzzer. My armpits dripped. I had NO IDEA what I would be greeted by. I was quite honestly terrifed of getting suckered into something that I did not want, or that I could not get out of. What if I was stuck in some tiny room, with an absolutely hideous "dragon lady" rubbing me all over??? I heard footsteps coming to the front door. The door opened. To my utter shock, an absolutely ravishing and precious Asian beauty stood before me. She was only about 5'6'', with light yellow skin, black hair, and the CUTEST big eyes. She wore a purple one-piece negligee-jumper that came just to the bottom of her crotch. ALL of her legs were shown off by sheer black pantyhose, and high-heels. My eyes were instantly drawn to her cute outfit, which I LOVED (I had always had a "thing" for pantyhose). I noticed she also had nice perky little boobs... not large, but perky and pert. She could well have been only 18 (the perfect Japanese schoolgirl.) I was in love with her at first sight, and my fears seemed to melt away once I was greeted by this totally-welcome Asian babe. She must have seen the big smile form on my face, as she smiled back... I just prayed that she was not merely the hostess or the usherette!! "You come with me, you come with me," she said to me in a heavy Asian accent. She reached a dainty, painted, maincured hand through the door and grabbed my paw.... "You come with me, for good time," she said in her classic Geisha voice and sharp Asian accent... She led me through a small foyer and past another door. Once past this door, she held my hand through the main lobby. I looked around, the lobby was done up in "Asian" themes, to fit the milieu of the salon..... There was a large artificial waterwheel fountain in the corner in the shape of a swan that endlessly recycled water. There were lots of plants that looked like little banyan trees or bamboo shoots, and flowery place settings. There were more pictures on the wall of "Asian" themes, like Shinto shrines, prancing horses, and the like. The walls were painted maroon, and there was also a heavy feminine scent in the air. For some reason, the interior felt extremely comforting and soothing, almost like home. It was so clean and polished, in fact, that my old fears of this place possibly being a drug-den or a hostel for dodgy immigrant women vanished... The lobby almost had the ambiance of an upscale spa!! The little girl led me through the hand through the lobby, and I took it all in. I was HER customer, apparently... "Do you wan' wash up before your session?" she asked. "Wash up?" "You know, shower, before massage?" "Oh," I said, "Ok." I figured it was a good idea, as I had perspired outside and I had been drinking and reeking inside the other strip club. I looked again at the little Asian girl, who was obviously ready to take me (as her client). I saw no other Asian masseuses in the lobby, however, which surprised me. (I figured maybe they all hung out in the lounge and rotated answering each buzzer.) My masseuse was really cute and I could not imagine a hotter Asian girl I could possibly get to "service" me. I also surveyed the rest of the interior of the house, from what I could see. I looked down and I saw two hallways shooting off from the lobby, each with about 4 or 5 doors going to what I thought were perhaps separate massage rooms. I saw other another door on the other side of the lobby. It was all quite a labyrinth.... Ayumi continued to guide me, as I took it all in. "Ok, come to bathroom," she chirped, "Then, you go shower real quick. Then, put on towel and call when ready. I lead you to massage room." I was quite honestly getting excited now. I was a bit eager just to go and shower and get nude. The fact that I was doing this in such a locale excited me. And soon, hopefully, Ayumi and I would be getting to be "very close!!" "My name Ayumi," she said, "it mean 'walking' in Japanese." "Oh, ok," I said, not sure what to say to that as she guided me to one of the doors. It was a small restroom with a shower facility. "Ok you shower and get ready here," she counseled. "Call when ready." I was rather eager now to "get started." I looked around in the restroom, and it was very girly, with lots of scented soaps and perfumes stacked by the vanity. I felt a bit gay taking a shower here, but I stripped off and piled my clothes on the floor, and I started running the shower-faucet. As I got nude, I made sure to keep an extra eye on my wallet and cell-phone at all times, in case these girls decided to rip me off... I quickly rinsed off though and got my arm-pits smelling clean again. I kind of wanted to be fresh for Ayumi. I found a folded white towel in a hamper and I put it around my waist. Next, I grabbed my jeans, shirt and shoes and I held them in a folded and crumpled pile. "Ok, I'm ready." "Coming, coming my dear..." I felt very tentative having Aymui greet me as I was just wearing the white towel now, and holding my clothes like a doofus. I was even more embarassed by the fact that I wasn't really in the best muscular shape I could have been. I had kind of neglected my workouts, though I was thin from working so many hours and always on-the-go at Hooters..... I looked in the mirror, and I had little pectoral definition, scraggly chest- hair, pale white arms, and no biceps or triceps. I'm sure Ayumi would be disappointed, as she may prefer to massage a much more muscular man. "Ok, come on, come on my dear," said Ayumi as she cracked open the door the latrine. "You ready, you ready?" "Uh, I think so," I said as she took my hand. "Oooh, you so strong, you so strong...." (I don't know if she was just being polite or if she really did like my body. We were about the same hight actually, and that was the only thing that was a bit off-putting to me, as I liked being taller than girls I had relations with... However, as I was only 5'6'' myself, it wasn't like I had lots of options!!!) (As I walked behind her, even her hair and the back of her head and neck was pretty, as I started at her. She had a wonderful lavendar scent too, to match her purple nightie. I breathed it all in.) Ayumi led me to another room in the hallway, and guided me in. I looked inside, and it was a darkly lit bedroom with a twin-sized bed as the main feature. The bed was covered in flowery sheets, and had one pillow.... The room also had a large bookshelf stacked with what seemed to be massage oils, and boxes of tissues. There was also a nightstand with a lamp, a clock, and a stereo. I also noticed a laundry hamper and a trash can. The room itself was painted in what seemed to be a crimson color, but it was difficult to tell thanks to the lighting. The darkened lighting made it rather hard to see (which I assumed maybe helped things out if you weren't that pleased by the physical appearance of your girl.... However, I DID like the look of Ayumi, and I would have rather seen more of her as she was pleasuring me.) "Can you make it a bit brighter in here," I asked, "the light hurts my eyes." "Sure, rover," she said (unable to pronounce her "L's" very well).... She went and adjusted the lamp, and the room was now in normal brightness. This was much better, as now I could study her cute negligee and the fabric of her pantyhose. (I was so eager to have her tighted legs close to me, actually!!) The walls also had a few posters of models in lingerie, specifically Cindy Crawford, and Yasmine Bleeth. I assumed that they tacked these posters up to "help somebody along" who was having trouble acheiving an orgasm with just the masseuse who had been assigned to him. I was rather excited to get started though, once I checked out the surroundings. "So," said Ayumi, "you want 30 minutes for 30 dollar, or 60 minutes for 40 dollar?" "Uh, let's go 60 minutes," I replied, "as this seemed to be the best deal by far!! It was also a bit cheaper then I had honestly expected." I sat my clothes down in the corner after I produced two 20 dollar bills. Ayumi examined the bills closely.... (My eyes now burned holes in her pantyhose.) "Ok," said Ayumi, "I go cash these, and I be back in one minute. You lie on bed face down and get ready for massage. Cover yourself with towel." My massage girl took off, and I lay face down on the sheets, in eager anticipation. I closed my eyes and pressed the face into the pillow. Any minute, she would be back to do... "something" ... to me. As I waited, I was beginning to get aroused again just from the underside of my cock pressing in to the sheets, and I began to rub myself off again, missionary style, into the bed. I was thinking of Ayumi and what might "come" with her..... I could not help myself.... Yet, I had to wait!!! Before I could get too far, however, Ayumi came back in, and I quickly snapped back to stillness (arms at my sides), waiting for her massage. I did not really want her to know I had been expressely arousing myself beforehand, before she even started... Even though she was only a foreign girl and I didn't have many feelings for her, I still wanted to be respectable with her. Anyway, she put some soothing music on the stereo, and she began to touch my shoulders with her dainty fingers. Even though she was a petite girl, her hands and fingers were quite strong (assumingly from YEARS of massage practice...) She rubbed the stressed out flesh, first of my shoulders, then my back, and then my arms. 15 minutes had passed, and I was getting more eager than ever thinking about what type of "finale" might come. The massage by itself, however, was quite relaxing and enjoyable. I was face-down and not looking at Ayumi, so immediate thoughts of sex kind of vanished from my mind. Soon Ayumi was working on my tensed legs and feet, and the time flew by. I was beginning to wonder how much time I would now have remaining to acheive my actual "happy ending." (I was a notorious "slow masturbator," and it always took me FOREVER to cum on my own. I was thinking that maybe I should say something to hurry along the process. I just did not want my 60 minutes to end and leave me cold, AGAIN!!! Finally, Ayumi said, "Ok, turn over on stomach, I work on other parts of you." I was excited now. I flipped over into a supine position, and I noticed I still had quite a boner, pointing straight up in the air like a flagpole. To be honest, I am sure it wasn't the biggest or girthiest penis Ayumi had ever seen, especially as the massage parlor was located on the outskirts of the blackest part of the metro area (East St. Louis). (I imagined that this place had seen its serious share of "gangsta's" and what not coming to frequent this salon.) Even though I had an erection (especially now as I could watch Ayumi massage me and get aroused by her beauty,) she did not even seem to even acknowledge that I had a hard-on, and that I was sending her "all the signals" for her to go to "the next level" with me... (Was I even in an erotic massage parlor at all? What if I had gotten my hopes (and other things) up again, to no avail?) All she said was, "Oh, don' worry, it perfectly normal for man to get stiffy when he get massage. I no notice..." ("OH MY GOD," I wanted to scream in frustration.... "Was she seriously NOT going to start stroking me off!!! I mean, she was all tarted up too in her lingerie and pantyhose, but what if this place was really was a giant cash sinkhole (for pathetic guys) that just got your hopes up, but left you unsatisfied every time??) As Ayumi was massaging my pectoral muscles, I could even glance over and look up right under her negligee, and see the cute black panties she wore underneath her pantyhose, and even the vaguest outlines of her camel-toe... Her black panties had a cute red heart detailed right on the front of the fabric, which was visible right through her black pantyhose... (OH MY GOD, I can not leave here without her doing something to me.) Yet, things seemed to make progress. She moved her hands down by my abdomen now, and my hips. I looked at the clock and about 50 mintues had passed. I was now in an utter panic that my time would run out, I'd be ready to erupt like a volcano, and 70 more dollars pissed away for nothing... Admittedly, the massage itself had been great, as she had deep-rubbed and lotioned up all parts of my body, but that was the last thought on my mind. I was desperate. However, she brought her tiny hands now to my upper thighs and my buttocks, squeezing the tissues. Her hands were so close to my cock, and yet "satisfaction" seemed so impossible. As she went for another rub on my far left leg, I noticed that she took one elbow, and BARELY grazed the erect underside of my penis with it... (I shook at the touch).... "Did that just happen," I asked myself? It must have been a mistake, as she kept massaging as if nothing had happened... (but yet, she had made the most inadvertent contact with my penis. Was she sending me a signal now?) Ayumi went for another swipe against my far leg. This time, her forearm brushed against my penis AGAIN, but made contact with definitely more tissue this time. My erection really began to sprout again. Maybe its NOT a mistake? I began to get my hopes up again. I made no reaction though..... She worked on my hips and torso more and more... the tension was getting unbearable. Finally, she went to bring both of her arms to massage my far left leg. This time, BOTH of her forearms directly swiped the soft underskin of my erect penis. I twitched with pleasure from the shock. "Oh, I sorry, I sorry," she said, "did you not like that. I sorry to touch you there. I just go to massage leg. It not my fault you so big." (It was clear now that the discreet swipes and incidental contact with my penis were just "tests" to see if her client was truly interested in a "happy ending!!") "No, wait, I liked it, I liked it.... Can you rub there, please?" At that, Ayumi took the palm of one of her hands and directly rubbed the underside of my cock, almost pressing my organ into my belly. She made circles with her hands, going around and around for about 30 seconds. She did it so assertively, for a demure little Asian girl!! "OMG, OMG, thats it, thats it!!" I said, "Keep doing it, just like that, right there. Don't massage anything else." "Ohh, this organ has the most stress," she whispered. "Yes, yes," I croaked as she palmed me. She was totally targeting the deep tissues down at the base of my penis. This is what I longed for. Then, however, my ecstasy was shattered. I heard a timer pop on the clock... Ayumi at once broke contact from my dick (which was now the hardest erection I had ever sported in my life.) At once, she lost her passion, and she pulled up and became platonic.... "But wait," I croaked, "You only just started...." "Oh nooo," she said, "40 dorrars for 60 minutes just cover regular deep-tissue Swedish massage, nothing more. I thought you just regular business crient who want regular stress-rerlieve massage?" "But at the end," I gasped.... (I looked into the eyes of this cunning and manipulative business-lady.) "Oh no, you see, we only offer special service to "most honored clients."" "Ok," I begged, reaching for my wallet, "How does one become a most honored client." "I got to make sure I trust you," she said. (I flickered with hope) "I see now you are no cop... No badge in you warret..." "Look, what do I have to tip to get "happy ending," I begged... (I almost spoke those words with a bit of an Asian accent myself, as I brought myself down (or up) to her level.) "Ok sweetheart," said Ayumi, "It 30 extra dorrars for hand-job, and 100 extra dorrars for "sucki sucki..." Damn, I only had 60$ left in my wallet still. At least I could afford the HAND JOB and finally get to "the promised land." There was absolutely no hesitation as I pulled out a 20 and a 10 from my wallet and pawed it over to the conniving Japanese girl. She once again left the room to cash the bills, leaving me practically writhing on the bed in anticipation. I kept my erection up. Ayumi came back into the room and said, "Ok rover, now I give you special treatment..." "Can I ask if you'll talk dirty to me," I said with some confidence, now knowing I had finally unlocked the door to getting "satisfaction."? "Of course," said Ayumi, "What is your biggest fantasy?" As she asked that, Ayumi came over to me and lotioned up my erect penis with lots of oil. She FINALLY took my cock in both of her hands and began rubbing up and down my pole, covering every inch of my veiny flesh. I instantly sprouted like beanstalk, loving every second of "preasure." As Ayumi went up and down, pulling and stroking harder and harder, all of my old repressed fantasies came back to me.... I had to tell her what I liked, so she could tease and excite me with her voice. (Was it two women...?)... NO (Was it a threesome...?)... NO (Think, think buddy, you gotta milk this experience for all its worth... Don't just tell her what you think you SHOULD like, or what your troglodyte army buddies were all into. You never gave a shit about Penthouse or Playboy Magazine anyway. What gets YOU going, personally? What is YOUR biggest fantasy, Ryan. You know what it is, deep down, and that is the only way to orgasm. Tell her, NOW!!! ) Ayumi looked at me with sweet eyes awaiting my response. "Well, uh," I stammered, "This is a little embarassing..." "Oh no, you go ahead and tell me, I am your Geisha tonight. I make all your dreams come true," she said as she squeezed my cock and worked the base of my penis in a circular motion... "Well, uh, ok, here it goes..." (No, wait, I am a self-respecting straight male. I have a SON... I can't tell her this....) (Oh fuck, I may be running out of time again on the clock though...) "You got to tell me now," said Ayumi. She now changed position and climed up INTO the bed with me, straddling directly over my cock and working it with both hands... up and down, up and down... "Come on baby, come on," she encouraged me. (Did she want me to cum soon... I was nowhere close!!) She had both of her pantyhose legs and her pantyhosed crotch so close to my cock too, as she straddled me. She was so cute and sexual. I liked her new position a lot, as she worked me like a grinder. "Ok," I pleaded, "This is really embarassing, but I dream of dressing up like a GIRL!!! I want to wear dresses and tights... That has been my biggest dream ever!!" (This was the first person to whom I had EVER told my deepest, darkest secret. Even Katie had no idea I had these closet fantasies.) "Ohhh," said Ayumi, playing along. "Wow, and what kind of girl?" "What do you mean what kind of girl?" "You know, white, black, asian, Mexican, old, young?" I looked into Ayumi's eyes. I was puzzled by the question, but my mind was drawing an absolute blank with this line of question. I could only think of her, and as I studied her perfect face, I blurted out the ONLY possible answer that I could dream of with Ayumi... "Uh, uh, Asian." (Had a white woman like Brittany been doing something unprecedented like this to me, I probably would have said, "I wanna be a big-titty blonde, Yee-HAH!!!") I noticed too I was having a hard time trying to actually cum though, despite being extremely turned on. She was rubbing me a lot, but I could not force a climax, even though I was impossibly aroused. I was getting worried again. (Much of it was because I had no experience with handjobs or blowjobs, so I had a hard time fantasizing about the act and climaxing to it.) "Ohh, so you want to be delicate Asian flower," said Ayumi, "and that is your big dream to wear pretty dresses and pantyhose like I wear, yes!!!" "Ok, fine," I begged... "Oh yes, and now we must think of Asian name for you," she said, "I now call you "Saki," which means "rare brossoming," in Japanese, because you NEW Japanese girl, brossom from boring white male!!...." "Oh my, I love it, I love it," I said, suddenly getting excited. For some reason, those EXACT words Ayumi said to me, especially Christening me with a new Asian name, went to an entirely new level of stimulation for me. This type of role/play was something I was going to have to explore further, and I could do it comfortably (and affordably) in these confines.... (I still realized, much to my pain, however, that I was nowhere close to orgasming though.) "And my other big dream is to wear tights," I admitted, "Pretty pretty tights, and take ballet." (I poured out my repressed girly fantasies to her.) As I looked up though, I could tell that Ayumi was getting frustrated with me. She had been pummeling me and giving my cock everything she had for 20 minutes, plus dirty-talk, but I was not twitching, crowning, or close to an explosion. I knew deep down that it may not happen. And now, I actually felt some sympathy for Ayumi, as she had been squeezing on me for almost 90 minutes, for nothing. "Come on baby, come on baby, you gotta cum, you gotta cum..." she said with mounting frustration. "Oh Saki, Asian Girl, Oh SAKI, Asia Girl!!!" I did not want to run out of time, so I confessed something else, "Ok, I said, this may help. Let me be honest with you, I, Saki, can only orgasm when I am thinking about tights. Saki can also only do it when I'm rubbing against bed. I NEVER been able to do it from hand-job.... " (This much was true. I could only orgasm when thinking about crossdressing or tights, even when I was having sex with Katie... In the past, I never thought about Katie, but only about dressing up as I climaxed...) "Ohhh," said Ayumi, suddenly understanding, "that is why it no working Saki. Hmmm.... we must try something else, and maybe handjob on your wee-wee again some other day." "What do you have in mind?" I croaked. Ayumi got up and came closer to me. "Ok Saki, she said, I want you to rie on top of me, over my leg. Then, since you dream about tights and panties, rub your big cock off against my pantyhose until you cum. This my work better for you." "Ok," I said excitedly, "this may do it." Ayumi now lay flat on the bed, and I mounted her in reverse position. My penis was already all oiled up, so I got her black pantyhose dirty as I began to rub and press on the nylon fibers. I was nude, and I got ver close to her pretty face.... She looked up into my eyes as I rubbed excitedly, generating friction, "Oh Saki, Saki, you pretty Asian girl, wearing pantyhose just like I wear. We are Asia-girl sisters, both pretty Japanese schoorgirrrs. And we both have BIG black boyfriends..." I moaned, I moaned... This was working. She sweettalked me with my deepest fantasies as I looked into her eyes. She really teased me and MADE me a pretty Asian girl, even if just for a few seconds.... I rubbed against her pantyhosed upper thigh, just as if it was her vagina. We basically lay like two people having sex, except I was getting stimulated by the nylon fibers of her tights. I looked into her slanty, almond eyes, loving every minute of this like nothing that came before. It was heaven, and this was my sanctuary where I could live out my fantasies of being a woman, and surprisingly, an ASIAN woman. I had totally made the right decision about coming here. (In my previous crossdress fantasies, I had never dreamed about being anything other than a white woman. Now, the new possibilities of imagining myself as an Asian, Latina, or even a BLACK woman opened up hitherto-unimaginable erotic doors for me!!! I had to explore these dreams further, later on.) But back to the present- This was the most intense and sexually charged erotic experience I had ever had. Saki had pretty much "sealed the deal" with her casual mention about our "BIG black boyfriends." I was seconds from orgasm, with almost 2 full hours of erectoral buildup. I felt the cum enter my penile tract, and I seriously began to crown, with gallons of blood pumping to my throbbing cock as I stroked her soft pantyhose. "Oh yes baby, Oh yes," she encouraged. (I didn't want to speak too soon, but she seemed to be enjoying it a lot too, especially for a supposedly platonic and neutral sex-worker.) Finally, I could hold back no more. I peaked in ecstasy, and I felt all the blood rush away from my brain as I jerked my head. The first explosion finally came, and I spurted what seemed like a gallon of semen all over her pantyhose leg. I made 4 or 5 more full pumps, and took what seemed to be a full minute to finally stop throbbing and twitching. "Oh Saki, you Comprete WOMAN now!!" It was my most intense orgasm ever, 10-times the bursrt of ANYTHING I had previously experienced, even vaginal sex... I slumped a bit, and finally came back to earth. I looked down, and Ayumi was smiling from ear-to-ear at the experience... "Oh my, rover," she said, "my big girl came... Now look down at the awful mess you make..." I looked down, and it was true... I had splattered a giant white puddle ALL over her tights. She would definitely have to shower and change after this. I had also totally sprayed and soiled the bed. "It all right, it all right," she consoled me as I gathered myself and stood up (still dripping with my own residue,) "That what supposed to happen with me," she smiled. "Oh my, that was the ... best... ever." "I so glad," she said as she took a hot wipe and cleaned me off. Her legs were still absolutely dripping with my sperm, but she seemed unconcerned.... Apparently, I was her "honored client," and her own hygiene and needs came secondary, now that I was a high paying customer. She wiped my cock and hips off first, before she even thought of attending to herself. "I'm so sorry I messed your pretty outfit," I croaked. I was a bit sad that I had probably totally ruined her pantyhose." "It ok," she said, "I just go change, and you can get dressed, or take another shower. Then, I meet you and show you out..." She wiped the most of the glob of semen off her own leg with a hot towel, but a big white stain was still there, which she had to address. She could not service another client now in such a soiled state... "I still wash these pantyhose later," she said, "you see when you come back." I decided not to take a shower, but I just got my clothes on and prepared to leave. I checked my wallet, and all of my money and cards were still there. Even though I got dressed again, something about me just felt "different" and eased after this earth-shattering experience, but I could not define this new feeling I felt. I felt as if I had crossed into an entirely new boundary in my life. I knew that I would undoubtedly be looking to repeat this experience, no matter how "weird" it might feel in retropsect to my male pride!! The weird thing was that my male-pride barely felt affected by the things that I had tolerated Ayumi saying to me as I tried to orgasm (especially as she referred to me with a female name.) I looked, and it was almost 2 AM, and I was on the other side of town from my apartment. I was sad to see Ayumi go, before I had a chance to thank her properly. However, as I got dressed and reflected on the amazing orgasm, she came back in the room. She had changed in to a new maroon nightie of the exact same style as before, with a fresh pair black pantyhose. "Look," she said as she playfully lifted her skirt to flash me her black panties.... "I know you rike this too." (I was getting aroused again) "Let me wark you out," she said. "And you come back and see me soon." She took my hand again (as I was her honored guest) and led me out to the lobby. Now, three other Asian beauties all milled around waiting for their next "clients"... All were wearing nighties, basques, leotards, or lingerie, with sheer or black pantyhose each. However beautiful they were, I was AYUMI'S client, as she had picked me and had held my hand. Yes, I was HER honored guest, as she understood my unique fetishes, and she would cater to them as I wished. Ayumi was very thrilled as I reached into my wallet and tipped her an extra 20$. She was practically giddy. I loved seeing this pretty Asian girl happy as she bounced up and down in her pantyhose... "Oh," she said, "you come back and see me again.. she said. You only ask for Ayumi, and I make all magic happen for you!!!... And now I know what you like and how to make it happen, so it more fun next time." I was very thrilled by the experience too, and I said right in front of all the Asian girls, " Yeah, I will absolutely be back soon. Let me ask you something though, in private." "Don't worry," said Ayumi, "we all very understanding here. You can say whatever you want, SAKI!!!" - The other girls giggled... I was mortified. "Oh yes," said Ayumi, "and let me introduce to you my co'workers... Nabiki, Harumi, and Tina. Tina from Vietnam. Rest of us from Japan. Many other girls work here too sometimes... And don' worry, we all VERY understanding of honored guests with "special desires.".... And you no the first either who want to wear pretty hosiery or panties. (I was absolutely bald-faced at how plainly Ayumi revealed my biggest secrets. I was totally embarassed by this!!) "It ok," said Ayumi, "it important they know what you like, Saki, in case I not here one day and you get them as masseuse...." "Oh, ok," I said, "that makes total sense. My real name is Ryan, by the way, not Saki though. I don't mind if you call me Saki when I am back though." It was actually BETTER they knew what I liked, so they could just cater to me without the whole song and dance." "Hi Ryan, Saki," giggled Tina in a very thick southeast-Asian accent. "Saki LOVE special massage," said Ayumi, giggling, "SHE get full service!!" I was totally blushing at being called "Saki," and not my male name in front of these virtual-hookers!! However, I strangely did not seem to mind. I was actually now getting bolder, to where I could make my requests, as these girls were all apparently very accommodating... "So let me ask you," I said, "Would, uh, it be cool if maybe one time, I also got to wear the nightie and tights like you guys wear, the next time I am in for massage...." "Ohh, that no problem," said Nabiki, "you even bring your own dresses and heels and wear them in room. We have a few other clients who like do these things, and play as girls. We get all sorts here..." she giggled. (Nabiki was wearing what I had to describe as a black leotard/basque with sheer black pantyhose, lacey black panties underneath, and black heels. She had dyed her once-dark hair a lighter-color, and she was also a statuesque 5'8'' beauty....Harumi was a bit shorter, and she wore a pink peignoir with tan pantyhose. Tina, the little Vietnamese beauty, wore a blue nightie and black tights.... All were absolutely ravishing, and I could not break myself from these beauties... Even though I had SO much fun with Ayumi, I could quite honestly dream about a "massage" from any of them on my next visit.) "its nice to meet you ladies," I said to them, "I will definitely be back!! I don't know about the whole thing with wearing dresses. I don't even own any dresses." "It no problem" said Ayumi, who began to usher me out the door, "You just come back when you want and have fun. We do ANYTHING you like, dresses or no. Also, be sure to ask for me.... Oh yes, I am on the Facebook too, as Ayumi Horuchi. This way you get me anytime you want!!" "Wow," I said, totally bewildered by the totally unexpected developments of this evening. Ayumi gave me one final hug!! I had felt totally welcomed by these very friendly girls!! saki- rare blossoming Miyabi- graceful