Big Red #11 The Golden Lotus Spa

The gold lettering on the sign above the door read Golden Lotus Spa.

Marla hesitated for a second, clutching the crisp spa gift certificate between her fingers. Deep Tissue Luxury Experience -- A Gift of Relaxation and Pleasure. 


Her husband had smiled wide when he gave it to her, kissing her forehead. "You need to let go, baby. Let them take care of you."

She'd blushed, laughed it off -- but now standing here, robe clinging to her heavy curves, she felt the weight of the moment.

Inside, the air was thick with eucalyptus and something deeper, sweeter. Bamboo plants lined the walls, a fountain trickled low in the corner.

The front desk woman smiled warmly, her hands folded delicately over the counter.

"Welcome to Golden Lotus," she said, her voice smooth. "You won't be disappointed."

Marla smiled nervously, cheeks flushing. "Thanks. It's... my first time doing something like this."

The woman's eyes twinkled but said nothing more. She simply gestured toward a soft leather bench. "Li will be right with you."

Marla sank down, adjusting her robe, pulling it tighter over her tits. Her heavy breasts pushed the fabric open with every breath, threatening to spill free. She folded her hands in her lap, heart thudding.

A door clicked open.

Li appeared: small, wiry, wearing simple black pants and a loose tunic. His presence was quiet but solid, his dark eyes calm and unreadable. "Marla?" he asked, voice gentle.

She stood awkwardly, tugging the robe tighter again.

Li bowed his head slightly, smiled faintly. "Please, follow me."

She trailed him down a narrow hallway into a softly lit room, the scent of warm oils flooding her senses.

Paper lanterns cast golden glows across the white massage table, the linens crisp, the air humming with energy.

"Please undress to your comfort," Li said smoothly. "Lay face down. Cover yourself with the towel. I'll return shortly."

Marla nodded stiffly, waiting until the door clicked closed.

Hands shaking slightly, she peeled the robe from her body.

Her tits swung heavy and free, her nipples stiff from the cool air.

She folded the robe neatly, draping the towel over her hips and lower back, but her upper body remained mostly exposed.

She climbed onto the table, face cradled, arms resting limply by her sides.

Her heart raced.

Quiet footsteps slipped in.

The door clicked shut.


Soft music played low in the background.

Without a word, Li approached.

Warm oil dripped onto her back, making her shiver.

Then his hands -- small, strong, skilled -- descended.

The first touch was safe: kneading her shoulders, digging thumbs into tight muscles.


Marla let out a shaky breath, her body responding before she could even think.

Li worked methodically, hands gliding down the knobs of her spine, pressing, spreading the oil in slow, deliberate motions.

When he reached the middle of her back, his fingers brushed the outer swell of her sides -- dangerously close to her exposed breasts.

Marla stiffened.

Li said nothing.

His touch moved lower, smoothing over her lower back, down to the curve of her hips.

His hands were respectful.

But each time his fingers swept outward, they brushed just a little closer to the edge of her breasts.

She tensed harder.

Her nipples stiffened painfully, dragging against the cool sheet below her.

"You're very tense," Li said quietly, voice close to her ear. "Breathe. Let yourself relax."

She tried. Tried to think of waterfalls, peaceful beaches -- anything but the heat between her thighs.

Li moved lower, massaging her calves, ankles, feet -- kneading them with firm precision.

Marla gasped softly when he pressed into the arches of her feet, a burst of pleasure shooting straight to her plump cunt.

Li's hands glided back up her legs.

This time his thumbs brushed dangerously high along her inner thighs.

Marla's hips jerked slightly.

"Is this pressure okay?" he asked.

"Y-yeah," she breathed, trembling.

More oil. Warm, slick.

Li's hands slid up again, slower now, lingering longer at the soft curve of her upper thighs.

Marla's breath hitched.

"You're very responsive," Li observed quietly.

He moved up again, this time letting his hands fully trace the sides of her torso, thumbs ghosting the underside of her exposed tits.

Her nipples dragged harder against the sheet.

She clenched her fists against the table.

Li's touch grew more confident.

With a slow pass, his fingers brushed the outer swell of her left breast so lightly it could've been an accident.

He made another pass.

Another feather-touch against the tender outer curve.

This time slower. Purposeful.

Marla gasped, barely audible.

Li pressed his palms into her back again, spreading oil in large, slow circles.

Another brush.

A little firmer.

Now he dragged the edge of his hand along the under-curve of her breast, lifting it slightly with the motion before releasing it.

Her body responded -- nipples hardening tighter, hips shifting.

Li leaned closer. "You have very beautiful breasts."

Marla's mouth went dry.

"T-thank you," she stammered, her voice small and shaky.

Li's fingers moved with more certainty now.

He didn't rush, didn't grope, but he handled her.

He traced along the underside of her breast again, firmer this time, gliding along the curve with open palms.

Warm oil pooled around the sides of her tits, slipping down her ribs.

His hands slid outward again, pressing into her sides, nudging the soft weight of her breasts inward slightly each time he passed.

Marla whimpered low into the face cradle, unable to hide the wet noise of her body betraying her.

Li stayed quiet, professional on the surface, but the way his hands lingered, pressed, caressed her curves spoke louder than anything.

He moved lower again, kneading her hips in slow, wide strokes.

His thumbs teased the dimples at the small of her back, brushing lower with every circle.

Marla trembled under his hands, her breathing shallow, her heart hammering against the table.

A long, slow moment passed.

Then Li's voice -- smooth and steady. "Please turn over now."

Marla froze for a second. Her body ached with tension, with need.

She reached shakily for the towel, pulling it higher across her chest as she rolled onto her back.

The towel barely covered her hips now.

Her heavy tits spilled upward, nipples pink and rigid under the golden light.

Her thighs pressed together, but the slickness between them was unmistakable.

Li stood above her, calm as ever, hands gleaming with oil.

He pressed his palms together in front of his chest.

"You are very beautiful," he said simply.

Marla swallowed hard, her voice caught in her throat.

Li stepped closer.

His hands hovered just above her shoulders, warm oil dripping down onto her bare skin.

And then he touched her again, slowly starting a new path that could push her over the edge.

Li's palms flattened against her shoulders, sliding the oil deep into her skin. Marla's body twitched under his touch, every nerve ending raw, every breath catching before she could control it.

He worked slowly, smoothing the slick heat down her arms, across her collarbone, the strokes growing longer with each pass. His fingers brushed the upper curve of her breasts once, twice, then stayed, spreading the oil into the soft flesh.

"You hold a lot of tension here," he murmured, his thumbs pressing lightly against the sensitive swell.

Marla let out a shaky breath, her nipples hardening even more under the faint touch.

Li didn't ask permission this time. His hands cupped her tits fully, kneading them with care, the oil making her skin shine under the golden light.

His thumbs circled her nipples deliberately, dragging across the stiff peaks until she whimpered, her thighs shifting restlessly.

"You are very sensitive. This is good. It means your body is open," he said, voice soft and steady.

Marla squeezed her eyes shut, heat crawling up her neck. She could feel her pussy leaking, her juices sticking her thighs together. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say. She wasn't sure she wanted to say anything at all.

Li's hands never stopped moving. He massaged her tits openly now, sliding them together, pushing them apart, squeezing and molding them with careful pressure that made her whole body hum.

"You feel very good," he said, in raspy voice.

His fingers pinched one nipple lightly, then rolled it between his fingers. Marla gasped, her back arching off the table without thinking.

"You like this," he said simply, not asking, stating.

She nodded, her lips parting but no words coming out.

He pushed the towel completely off, then moved his hands lower, dragging slow, wet trails of oil across her belly, the rolls of her stomach slick and shining. He pressed his thumbs along her sides, dipping close to her hips, then back up to her ribs. The teasing motion made her squirm.

His hands brushed lower with every pass. Her breathing turned ragged. She felt herself spread slightly without meaning to, thighs easing open.

Li traced a line down her pelvis, his fingers grazing her soft mound briefly before retreating. Testing. Playing.

"Is this still okay?" he asked, his hands lingering just above her mound.

Marla's voice was almost a whisper. "Yeah... it's good."

He moved lower, massaging her lower belly, revealing the trimmed tuft of hair above her plump pussy. She shivered but didn't stop him.

Marla's hips jerked when his fingers brushed her inner thighs, her soaked pussy fully exposed to the open air.

Li's hands moved with purpose, smoothing oil along her thighs, grazing her folds but never directly touching where she needed him most.

Her thighs twitched. Her clit throbbed. She tried to hols back the noises building in her throat.

"You are very wet," Li said quietly. His thumb brushed the hood of her clit making her whole body jolt.

Marla gasped, her hands clutching the sides of the table.

Li chuckled softly. "Do not be shy. Your body is speaking. I am only listening."

He dragged two fingers up the seam of her pussy, slow and wet, gathering her slick. Her hips lifted off the table, seeking more.

"Relax," he said, sliding his fingers up again, this time brushing directly over her clit.

Marla moaned helplessly.

"You are very beautiful when you surrender," he whispered.

He leaned in, placing a soft kiss just above her mound, lips brushing her skin, making her tremble even harder.

One hand massaged her lower belly while the other began teasing her clit in slow, lazy circles, working her up carefully. Marla bucked under him, a low whimper escaping her throat.

"You need more," Li said, his voice low.

"Yes," she gasped out.

Li pressed two fingers inside her, slow, spreading her tight, soaking walls. Marla cried out, back arching, thighs quivering.

"You are so ready," he murmured.

His fingers thrust deeper, curling, finding that spot inside her that made her sob into the empty room.

"You deserve to feel good. You deserve to let go."

Marla's eyes rolled back as he built her higher, faster, grinding his palm against her swollen clit with every thrust.

She was so close it hurt, her cunt clenching around his fingers, her body twitching uncontrollably.

Li leaned over her, his voice close, intimate. "I can give you everything... if you want."

Marla moaned, her body trembling under his skilled hands.

"Yes... yes, please," she gasped, completely undone.

Li pulled his fingers free, slowly, teasingly. She whimpered at the loss, but before she could beg, he was already stepping between her legs, his hands grabbing her trembling thighs, pulling her toward the edge of the table.

Marla's heart pounded.

"I will give it to you," he said. "If you are ready."

She nodded, panting, her thighs falling farther apart.

Li smiled faintly, his hands tightening on her hips.

"Very good."

He untied his pants and they fell to the floor.

Marla's eyes widened, gasping as she saw him -- thick, long, veined, the head fat twinkling under the dim light.

For a man so compact, so controlled, what he carried between his legs looked ridiculous.

She whimpered, hips rocking toward him without thinking.

Li stroked himself once, letting her see it, letting her want it. His hand slid up and down his length, squeezing the base before letting go.

"You are ready," he said in a low voice.

He stepped between her thighs again, his hands firm on her trembling legs, guiding them wider, baring her soaked cunt to him.

Marla nodded quickly, desperate, pleading with her body.

Li pressed the wide head of his cock against her pussy, letting it slide through her slickness slowly, dragging against her clit just enough to make her whole body spasm.

She gasped, arching up.

Without a word, he pushed in.

Slow.

Stretching her.

Opening her.

Marla cried out, hands clenching the table, every muscle locking tight as he forced her body to take him.

He buried himself halfway, pausing only when her walls gripped him too tight to move.

"Relax," he said softly, brushing a hand over her soft belly.

She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes from the overwhelming stretch.

Li pushed deeper, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until finally, his hips pressed flush against hers, his cock fully seated inside her.

Marla whimpered, overwhelmed, stuffed beyond anything she had ever imagined.

"You feel incredible," he whispered.

He pulled back slow, dragging his cock along her spasming walls, then thrust forward again, harder this time.

Her body jolted, tits bouncing, oil-slick skin shining in the golden light.

Li set a slow, punishing rhythm, grinding into her until she moaned.

His hands roamed her body as he fucked her: squeezing her heavy tits, pinching her nipples, sliding down to her clit to tease her at the perfect moments.

"You take me so well," he murmured. "You were made for this."

Marla sobbed, writhing beneath him, her pussy drooling around his thick shaft, slick sounds filling the room.

Her orgasm hit her like a truck -- sudden, violent.

Her whole body locked up, her cunt clenching tight, milking him, slick pouring down her thighs.

Li didn't stop.

He fucked her through it, deeper, grinding against the spot inside her that made her cry out louder.

"You can give me more," he said, voice steady.

He shifted her legs up onto his shoulders, folding her body back, pushing even deeper inside her.

She screamed as he drove into her harder now, claiming every inch of her.

Juices and oil slicked the table, her body sliding under him with every brutal thrust.

"You love being opened like this," Li said, his cock slamming into her.

"Yes," Marla gasped, her voice wrecked. "Fuck, yes... I need it... I need you."

Her second orgasm tore through her even harder than the first. She shook uncontrollably, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream as her pussy squirted around his cock, soaking them both.

Li grunted low, shoved deep one final time, and held there.

Marla felt it -- the thick, heavy pulses of cum flooding her womb, heat blooming inside her as he emptied everything he had into her clenching cunt.

He stayed buried, grinding slow, deep circles against her walls, fucking his cum deeper until it spilled out around the base of his cock.

Marla collapsed against the table, limp, sobbing softly, and glowing.

Li pulled out slow, watching his load ooze from her gaping, twitching pussy.

He wiped a hand along her thigh, gathering some of the mess, and smeared it across her belly with slow, deliberate fingers.

"You are perfect," he said quietly.

Marla could barely nod.

Li cleaned her gently with warm towels.

He helped her into a fresh robe, tying it loosely around her trembling body.

At the front desk, the woman smiled knowingly as Marla stumbled out into the warm evening air, her legs unsteady, her skin still buzzing from the inside out.

As Marla climbed into her car, she caught her reflection in the rearview mirror -- flushed, glowing, utterly used.

Tucked into the folded gift certificate was a small, handwritten note she hadn't noticed before.

Special Ending Package -- Complimentary with Your First Visit.

Marla laughed under her breath, a slow, aching smile spreading across her lips.

She adjusted the seat, still sore, still leaking, still ruined... and drove home.

THE END