All characters are fictional, and are of age. If subjects like natural-born shemales, interracial sex, parental abuse, breath-play, anal or accidental teen pregnancy are not your cups of tea then please move along -- otherwise I hope you enjoy my story!
Also please note that futas are common in this world, so there's no surprise when a character encounters one.
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When Isa, a Filipina architect from San Francisco visiting Thailand on a business trip, set foot into the Sunrise Heights spa she never imagined that a chance encounter would change her life. She booked herself a massage, the elderly woman at the counter recommending one of their newest staff. The girl in question was eighteen and had just completed her training, but she was one of the most talented masseuses they had. Her name was Banyen, and a cancelation had left the girl's afternoon open.
Isa accepted the appointment, curious to see how such a young teen's technique would hold up compared to the more seasoned professionals she had experienced. Once in the quiet, clean massage room she stripped, laying face-down on the table and covering her ass with the provided towel. A few moments later the door opened, delicate, timid footsteps crossing the hardwood floor. Isa raised her face, the woman having to bite back a gasp when she saw her masseuse.
Before her stood the most beautiful young woman she had ever seen, the girl's exotic features instantly enticing. Her tan skin and almond eyes were gorgeous, and her flared hips -- especially coupled with her cute bubble-but -- instantly had Isa rock-hard. The girl's breasts were small, but exquisite, the perky, braless mounds showing off the teasing shape of sweet little nipples through the teen's white polo shirt.
"Hello, my name Banyen. Pleased to meet you."
She shyly crossed to the massage table, offering her hand. Isa had partially set up for the greeting, her large, heavy breasts causing the bashful teen to blush adorably. The Thai teen's broken English was just as cute as the rest of her, and once the formalities and basic information exchange was done with the masseuse set about her task. Within mere minutes Isa was putty beneath her hands; the girl was magnificent, her fingers sensing perfectly what amount of pressure was needed where, and for the entire massage the older woman was teetering on the brink of extremely relaxed and extremely aroused.
Since arriving in the country two weeks prior, the first few out of a four-month trip, Isa had gone a little wild, fucking several local prostitutes to sample what Thailand had to offer. The street workers had all been pretty, their charms satisfying as she fucked their cunts, assess, mouths and tits, but none of them had taken her breath away like the little masseuse did. Every touch was half escasty and half torture, her cock begging to plunder the petite teen, but Isa did her best to staunchly ignore that part of her mind.
By the time her hour was up she was hooked, Isa quickly booking several more appointments with the lovely beauty. Over the next few weeks they got to know each other, their relationship quickly crossing from professional to friendly, and a month after meeting her Isa invited Banyen out for drinks. That evening she sat in the near-empty hotel bar, half worried that the girl wouldn't show, when the clicking of heels caught her attention. She turned, not expecting to see Banyen -- as the down-to-earth girl didn't strike her as the heels type -- but she was wrong.
The teen was all dolled up, makeup gracing her normally unadorned face, and her long, straight black hair was sitting proudly in a high ponytail. She was wearing two-inch heels, the added height still leaving her noticeably shorter than Isa, but that exact difference was half the thrill when the thirty-five-year-old Pinay fantasized about the petite masseuse at night. As the evening wore on, and the drinks flowed, all Isa could think about was getting Banyen's hands on her. She had no plans to try and seduce the girl, Isa appreciating their friendship too much to risk it, but she would absolutely let herself indulge a little. After their third drink she wrapped an arm around Banyen's waist, spinning her around on her bar stool so that they were facing each other.
"Banyen, if you give me a massage right now I'll pay double your normal rate."
The girl's eyes widened, shock lacing her face at the offer. She shook her head, though not for the reason Isa expected.
"No have oil here, and no table! How I supposed to massage good?"
Isa bit back a dirty thought, wanting to tell the teen that there were many things that could be massaged without oil, but she didn't want to scare the innocent girl away. From their talks she knew Banyen was a virgin, never having fucked men or women before, and Isa longed to teach the inexperienced girl all about the joys of sexual pleasure. For now, though, she needed to focus.
"I have oil, and the bed up there will be just fine!"
Her reassurances finally worked, Banyen accepting as she let Isa lead her out of the bar. The older woman still had her arm posessively in place around the girl's waist, and the Thai teen admitted to herself that she was enjoying the feeling. She admired the mature, sophisticated architect, longing to be able to travel and see the world as Isa had, and though she was much too shy to act on it she had developed a huge crush on the foreigner. Each time she massaged the older woman she wanted to touch her massive cock, to run her hands over the heavy balls dangling beneath it, and it was all she could do to maintain her professionalism.
Several minutes later they reached Isa's room, the Pinay flitting about as she lit candles and retrieved the oil she used for her frequent masterbation sessions. Soon she was naked per usual, her rigid cock pinned between her and the mattress as Banyen set to work. Just as the girl was about to warm the oil in her hands, however, Isa stopped her.
"Banyen, aren't you worried you'll get oil on your cute dress?"
Isa knew that the teen never wore a bra, and probably wasn't wearing panties considering how her skin-tight dress was clinging tantalizingly to her curves, so the suggestion was a calculated gamble. It paid off, having the exact effect she hoped for: Banyen froze, looking down at the only nicer dress she owned, then she gazed with dismay at the older woman.
"I no have other clothes...?"
For a moment Isa pretended to think, to consider their options, then she put forward her suggestion.
"Well, why do you need clothes? It's just us, and we can even put the lights off if it makes you more comfortable."
