Act I, Chapter 03B – My arrival in the Philippines
By Pesteng Ahem
The master bedroom was located on the second level of the unit. The bedroom was enclosed by glass and overlooked the lounge area. A special tint was applied so that one could control the opacity of the glass walls with the touch of a switch. At the moment it was totally opaque, obscuring the view of anyone wanting to look into the room.
The decor of the room was of modern Danish functional. The bed was king sized and occupied the centre of the far wall. It was set low on the floor, but appeared to float due to the position of metal pedestals at the centre of the bed. White carpet contrasted sharply against the black sheets. A set of eight drop lights illuminated the bed like a stage. The rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.
I turned to the left and entered the walk-in closet, depositing my cuff links and tie clip. Annika had done a splendid job of unpacking and organising the things I sent from New Zealand. Despite the newness of my surroundings, it felt very much like home.
I disrobed and entered the ensuite that abutted the bedroom. I set the temperature of the shower and waited for it to steam. In the meantime, I puttered around the bedroom to check the news.
Turning to my left, I noticed that Annika had left a little present with a note indicating that it was for Denise. The note explained that the box contained a wallet from Burberry’s new summer collection. In the wallet was 300,000 pesos — Denise’s so-called “talent fee” for the evening. The expected time of her arrival, 7:30 PM, was underlined in red ink.
I pressed the button on the intercom by the bed. A few moments later, Frecious knocked on the door.
“Come!”
She opened the door slowly and entered the room. “Yes, sir.”
“Please come closer, Frecious.”
She approached me with some hesitation, as I was naked. Without averting my eyes from the television, I said that I would be having my dinner at the balcony.
“Of course, sir. I’ve prepared a four-course dinner for you and your guest.”
“Brilliant. Please have Ashana come to give me a massage in about 15 minutes. That will be all.”
“Yes, sir.” Frecious curtsied and left the room.
I pressed a button so that the news channel was duplicated in the bathroom’s television unit. This allowed me to follow the news as I showered.
The hot water on my body was quite relaxing. The shower was equipped with four chrome pipes running down the four corners of the large area. Each pipe had four strategically-placed nozzles. When activated, someone standing directly underneath the rainfall shower head would experience pulsed jets of water from all sides. The massaging action of the water coupled with its temperature produced the relaxing effect I was experiencing.
After about twelve minutes, I turned the water off, grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and dried myself. I returned to the bedroom wearing a towel around my waist in time to hear Ashana knock on the door.
“Come!”
Ashana entered the room smiling broadly. She was carrying a small plastic caddy with some lotions and oils on top of a set of towels. Her hair was tied behind her head, exposing her pretty face and her generous cleavage.
“Ashana, Annika said that you knew how to give massages.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good. I’m very tired and need to relax a little.”
“No problem, sir.”
“How do you want me?”
“Please lie face down in the middle of the bed.”
I dropped the towel on the floor and stood naked in front of Ashana. She dropped her eyes to look at my cock. It gave a little twitch. Ashana licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Mmmmm…”
I turned and walked to the centre of the bed. I plopped myself onto its centre with arms to my side and palms turned upward. I buried my head into the mattress and closed my eyes.
I could feel Ashana’s movements around the room. She approached the bed and lay the towels and lotions on the bed.
“Are there areas of your body you want me to pay attention to, sir?” I could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being opened and the soft ruffle of clothed dropping to the floor.
“I’ve been sitting all day, so please focus on my lower back and bum.”
“Do you prefer a hard massage, sir?” I could hear the springs creak softly as Ashana got on the bed and knelt on my right.
“Yes.”
I could hear Ashana twist open a bottle cap. A few second later, I could smell the light scent of flowers fill the room. Then I felt Ashana’s hands grasp my shoulders and neck as she began her massage.
Ashana was an experienced masseuse. For a small girl, her technique was excellent as she pushed and kneaded and twisted my muscles to wring out the kinks and knots. Starting from my upper back, she worked her way own each arm in turn, then turned her attention to my feet and calves. Clearly, she was saving my lower back and bum for last.
I could feel her drip some oil onto the backs of my thighs and onto my bum. I felt her knead first the right, then the left, thigh. Then, positioning herself between my legs, she worked on my lower back.
She opened another bottle and I could feel her drop a copious amount onto my bum. The oil mode its way down my crack and onto my balls.
“Oops. I think I put too much,” she said. Then, I felt the bed shift as Ashana pushed her face between my bum crack and licked the excess oil from my ass hole and my balls. “Mmmmmm… sluuurpp… sllluurppp… mmmmm”
I lifted my pelvis to allow her better access. She took the opportunity to grab my cock shaft in an oily hand. Her hand gripped me tightly as she moved her arms up and down. My balls were in her mouth.
The room was filled with the sounds of her licking and sucking on my balls as she continued to give me a handjob. I let her continue for a few minutes. Then, I flipped over.
I noticed that Ashana was dressed only in thong knickers. Her 36C tits were capped with dark brown areola and large nipples. Her tits were large for her 5’4″ frame, her belly was toned and her bum was quite pale. Her entire body was gleaming in oil.
Ashana hadn’t released her grip on my cock as I flipped over. She moved to my left side and offered her tits to my open hand. I took the chance to grab a slippery mass and twist her nipple to attention.
“Uuuggghhh…” She looked at me through heavily lidded eyes. I switched my attention to her other breast. She was now using both hands to pump up and down my cock. “Sir, ang laki ng titi mo.”
“Nagulat ka ba noong nakita mo ang ginagawa namin ni Annika kanina sa sala?” Her only response was to grip my cock more firmly. I slowly released my grip on her tits and caressed her belly.
“Matagal ko na kilala si Annika.” My hand was making its way to her bum.
“Opo, sir.” She continued to shuck my cock up and down using both hands with a slow pace She would stop at the base to fully expose the head, then slowly make its way to the tip. Her action was causing her tits to shake. The feeling was pleasurable. Her eyes left mine and focused on my cock head.
“Ituloy mo pa ang pagsalsal mo, hija.” I caressed her oiled bum. It was soft with a nice amount of fat and muscle. It wasn’t toned from exercise, but lacked the flabbiness of a lazy life.
“Opo.”
I pulled her bum closer to me. Ashana rose from a kneeling position and got on all fours. Her head was near my pelvis while her knees were close to my shoulders. She had spread her legs apart and her black thong disappeared into her bum crack. I could see stray hairs escape from her unshaved pussy as I spread her ass cheeks apart.
“Dagdagan mo pa ng oil, hija.” Ashana let go of my cock with her right han…