2 comments/ 57678 views/ 4 favorites One Night in Bangkok By: Bakeboss Thailand is the jewel of Asia and without a doubt a must stop for anyone traveling in the Far East. The people are not only courteous they are friendly, always with a smile and eager to help lost tourists. The food alone is to die for, not to mention all the nightlife in Bangkok. Another highlight is the reasonably priced surgery that has people from both Europe and America streaming to this lovely country. Bangkok was famous for another thing and that was why I was here. The sex trade was world renown, anything you desired could be found here. Whereas most of the sexual tourists came here with something in mind they desired, I wanted to try everything. I say everything but I did have some limits such as child porn and of course, whatever I experienced I wanted to do it safely. With Bangkok being the porn capital of the world, it also makes it STD capital of the world and my motto was 'raincoats for every act'. As soon as I was settled in my hotel, I headed to Patpong the infamous red light district. The difference with Patpong from the other red-light districts of the world is it's not just hookers and pimps it more like a festival with gawking tourists both men and women walking the street and having a great time. I went to a club that I'd heard of and when I went in a saw a girl sitting alone I sat next to her. She looked at me strangely and asked if she knew me. As she had been in the bar alone I had figured her for a hooker but by her question, I realized I had made a mistake. I apologized for intruding and went to back out of her booth. No wait, you seem like a nice man she said in her broken English, if you want, you could buy me a drink. Of course, what she said hardly sounded like that so I'm just paraphrasing here. Our one drink quickly turned into three and we both became quite tipsy. Brazened by the alcohol I had consumed I made my move. I told her she was very beautiful and she actually blushed. She reached under the table and grabbed my thigh as she asked me was I sure I wanted to date her. As her nearness made my erection grow, I told her I wanted nothing more in this world. She said, "I'm not like other girls," as she continued to rub my leg making my member throb. I told her I knew that and that was the reason I wanted to date her. We walked back to my hotel, arm in arm, stopping every so often to kiss and hold each other. I must say I was quite aroused by the time we got up to my room. This was where I always ran into problems with intimacy, you see I am rather under endowed and once a woman saw how small I am, they tend to lose interest. After Chilyn allowed me to remove her blouse and then kiss her tiny breasts, she said she wanted to please me. I stood red faced and ready for rejection as I allowed her to undo my trousers and expose my penis. On her knees in front of me, she held me in just two fingers, "You so tiny, just like little boy." She giggled as she continued to stroke me keeping me hard. When she looked to me, she saw the discomfort she had caused so she stood and kissed me apologizing for her gaffe. Chilyn told me she liked my little pee pee as she called it. Of course, this talk did nothing to ease my humiliation, so she said, that she too had a humiliation. She began to undress herself, demurely turning around as she dropped her lacey panties to the floor. Her delicate derrière looked so inviting I dropped to my knees to plant kisses on it. That is exactly when she turned and my first kiss was on her flaccid penis. That's right my beautiful Chilyn was not a Chilyn but a Chilyon meaning he was a boy. Not only was my girlfriend a boy she also had a bigger cock than I did. As I sat there in shock to say the very least with my lips merely inches from her sex she adroitly used her dainty foot to rub my man hood. She put her hand on my head for balance and as she did, she gently pulled my lips to her member. It all appeared so unreal and yet so erotic and I did what just seemed right, I open my mouth and took her in. You must understand I had never had any homo-erotic thoughts before but right now I wanted nothing more than to please my little boy-girl and I did my best to do that very thing. I could feel her growing inside my mouth to full erection and I felt pride in my newfound ability. When she held my head and began to undulate back and forth, I knew what to expect. She didn't disappoint and as she orgasmed down my throat, I did the same on her toes. This was a sexual thrill, like no other I'd ever experienced and although it left my body thrilled and satisfied, it left my mind addled. That night a whole new world opened up to me, what do they call it, 'vertical thinking' or 'thinking outside the box,' whatever you call it I had not been doing it. All my life I had been trying to fit my little square peg in a big round hole and no matter what I tried it didn't work. That night the light went on over my head, what if I was meant to be the hole instead of the peg. The problem was I liked girls, I liked the way they looked, the way they smelled and there is no way I'm attracted to men. However, a transsexual or girly-boy as Chilyn call them was the perfect mate for me. The next day I had to leave Bangkok and I did so with a heavy heart only made worse with the tears running down Chilyn's cheeks. I had not only found the sexual adventure I had been seeking I also achieved knowledge where I could look for sexual gratification. As we landed in LA, I wondered where I could meet a girly-boy here. One Night in Bangkok I've never thought of myself as being a lesbian. Yes, I snuggled up with a few girlfriends when I was a teenager, but we were just practicing for when we were with boys. It never even occurred to me that I might be bisexual, that I might like to swing both ways. But then I went on a package to tour to Thailand. It was the usual kind of thing. A few days in once place, do a couple of tours, a little shopping, and then move on to the next place. In Bangkok, the capital, we had a couple of days free, and I enjoyed the opportunity of looking around without having the tour guide or the rest of the group around. Don't get me wrong, they were all pleasant people, but 10 days with a bunch of strangers can get a bit tedious. So I'd been wandering around the street markets all morning when I thought I'd rest my feet for a while in the coffee shop of a large hotel. It was out in the sun and very pleasant spot, but a little crowded. Eventually I found a small table for two and sat down. I'd only just ordered my coffee when a Chinese woman asked if she could sit at the table with me. There was nowhere else for her to go – all the other tables were full – so I said yes. She was very petite, under five feet tall, with a slim body and short black hair. I always feel like an elephant in Asia. At five foot nine inches tall, I tower over most of the locals – especially the women – and though I'm in very good shape, my large breasts and full hips get a lot of stares from the local men. Of course, my long blonde hair makes me stand out even more. So we were quite a contrast, the two of us sharing the table for two. She started talking to me, just to be polite I suppose, and I was surprised to find that she spoke perfect English. I soon discovered that she wasn't a local, but was from Singapore. She worked in advertising and was in Bangkok for a regional meeting of her company. She was staying in the hotel that the coffee shop belonged to. I was also surprised to discover that she was 35, a year older than me. She looked closer to 25, but Chinese women always look younger than they are. We talked about Singapore and about Australia – where I come from. She said how much she loved my blonde hair. I explained to her how I was on a packaged tour and that this was one of my free days. After a while she said she was going to have some lunch, and asked if I'd like to join her. I was enjoying her company and was happy to accompany her into the hotel restaurant. The food was good but very expensive – but she said not to worry, she would put it on her room account and her company would pay for it. I didn't want to get her into trouble and said I'd pay for myself, but she insisted so I let her have her way. I felt very comfortable with her, as if we were old friends, and we even started talking about our sex lives. Not in any detail, just the fact that neither of us were married – though I'd been divorced – and that we were both hoping to one day find a companion for life. I was telling her how I had been to the Royal Palace the day before – it really is spectacular – and she told me she had a good view of it from her hotel room. After lunch, she invited my up to her room to look at the Royal Palace from overhead, and I was more than happy to go up with her. She was right. The view from her room was amazing. I was able to look right across the whole Royal Palace complex. While I was admiring the view, Wahnee, which was her name, excused herself and went into the bathroom. A few moments later she called my name. I turned around and saw her standing at the bathroom door. Naked. To be honest, I was stunned. I didn't know what to think. But I couldn't help looking at her. She really was beautiful. He skin was a cool, golden colour. She was so slim, so gentle looking. And she had no hair on her body at all. She was smooth all over. I didn't move. I was frozen to the spot. She walked up to me slowly and stood in front of me. I was a full head taller than her and would have been much stronger, but I didn't resist at all when she started unbuttoning my top. She slipped it off gently, then reached round and unclipped my bra. As it fell away, she let out a sigh. "Oh, you have such beautiful breasts. So round and full." I've never thought of my breasts as special, but Wahnee obviously thought they were. For a moment she nuzzled her head between them, hugging me. My mind was on fire. How could this be happening? I didn't know what to do. Without even thinking about it, I put my arm around her and hugged her back. Her soft skin felt so good against my body. Gently, she pushed me backwards a little and made me sit on the bed. She kneeled down and undid my shorts, then slowly pulled them off. Then she pulled off my panties. She smiled. "Now I know you are a natural blonde." I couldn't help laughing along with her. She looked down at the place between my legs, then into my eyes. "You have such a lovely cunt. Do you mind if I use that word? I like to use it. It makes me feel sexy. And it is a lovely cunt. Your lovely blonde cunt hair looks so beautiful." Then she leaned down and gently opened my legs. A moment later her dark head was bending down, and I could feel her tongue running softly over my clit. It was the most amazing feeling I ever had. I pressed my hands down on her head and moaned deeply. Her tongue and fingers explored every part of me. I rarely reach orgasm with a man, but with Wahnee I came after only a few minutes. It was unbelievable. She lifted her head and smiled at me. "Have you been with a woman before?" I had to confess I hadn't, not like this. So she told me she would teach me. And she did. Over the next two hours she showed me how to lick her cunt – I have to use that word because she prefers it. She showed me how to stimulate her ass as well. She took me into the spa in her bathroom – she had a great room – and washed me all over, then licked my ass. Then she showed me how to lick her ass. Afterwards, she took some toys out of her suitcase and showed me how to use them. She had a range of dildos – some big, some even bigger – that she used on me and showed me how to use on her. She loved my body. She said she had never been with a blonde girl, and when she met me in the coffee shop she got wet right away. She loved to play with my tits because, to her, they were so big. And she loved my hairy blonde cunt because, she said, most Singapore girls shave theirs. But most of all she liked the fact that I had a cunt big enough for her to get her small hand right into. I have to say, she did that so well and made me cum time after time by skilfully using her finger deep inside me. Afterwards I rang the tour company to tell them I was staying with a friend and wouldn't be in the tour hotel that night. In the evening we went for a walk through the thrashy part of Bangkok. Wahnee took me to some of the less salubrious bars and we watched the infamous ping-pong girls at work, firing ping-pong balls out of their cunts to the cheers of the mostly male audience. Normally I would have been shocked and disgusted, but with Wahnee it all just seemed like crazy fun. We both got a little drunk and then we went back to her room. For the rest of the night I got a chance to practice all the things Wahnee had taught me. Over and over again. It occurred to me at one stage than I had never had so much fun in my life. I fell asleep with her head between my breasts and her hand in my cunt. But when I woke up, she was gone. She left a note, saying she had gone to her conference. I had to run to get to the tour hotel before the tour moved on. I left a note with my home address and phone number. That was six months ago and I haven't heard from her. I didn't even ask her the name of the ad agency she worked for, so I can't contact her. It makes me a little sad at times. Was I just a one-night stand? Was this something she did all the time? Was I really her first blonde lover? Was she just using me? But then I think, so what if she was? It was a great experience. One that I'll never forget. And, now that I realise just how good it can be to fuck another women, it's one that I will definitely repeating as often as possible. One Night In Bangkok I have been to Thailand on business a number of times, and occasionally for golf with the guys. It is a place I love, so exotic, so friendly, and so easy. My wife and I have been on holiday to resorts there too, and always had a great time. It's one of those places that intoxicates you, one of those places where sex and romance are always highest on the agenda. What could be better than a luxury resort, golden sands, moonlit balmy nights, and the fragrance of the East in the air. For us it always is the place where we indulge ourselves in more ways than one. On this trip we had decided to spend a few nights in Bangkok, one of my favourite cities anywhere in the world. We had booked one of the top 5 star hotels in the centre of the city, and were enjoying the excitement of the city, the wonderful dining, and the classy ambience of the hotel. Over drinks by the pool we were talking about the options for the evening, where to eat, maybe a cocktail first, what to do afterwards, the usual stuff. Out of the blue my wife said to me, "What happens in those 'girlie' bars?" I have to admit I didn't know quite what to say. I had been to some, of course, but it's not the sort of thing you mention when you get home from an 'arduous' business trip. "What do you mean?" I replied. "Oh come on, I'll bet you have been to some!" she laughingly replied. "Well, a couple, but only for a few minutes." I clumsily replied. "Well, what happens, are they strip joints?" I could see she was not going to let this go so I explained that they were not strip bars, they were places where girls dance exotically, but not naked (strange though it may sound nakedness is not allowed in 'public' bars in Thailand). I clarified that they were places where (mainly) guys went to have a drink, be entertained and essentially get turned on by scantily clad Asian lovelies. Trysts can be arranged but that is private and away from the business of the evening. I knew what was coming next – "And have you ever arranged a 'tryst' with an Asian lovely?" she asked, looking me straight in the eye. Fortunately I was able to say – hand on heart – that I had not. She knows me well and can always tell if I lie, so she smiled and kissed me. I thought that would be the end of it but then the bombshell came. "Can we go to one tonight?" "You want to go to a Bangkok Girlie bar?" I asked, needing clarification. "Yes, and not one of those tourist ones, one of the real ones, I want to see the real Bangkok." "Okay, you're on!" .... My heart leapt at the thought, and planning the evening had suddenly taken on a new excitement. I booked a table at a rooftop bar in central Bangkok. The restaurant and bar were situated about 26 stories up, above one of the plush hotels. The views are magnificent and the ambience intoxicating. As we got ready she asked what she should wear. I suggested a loose silk top I had always thought very sexy, with no bra of course. She also opted for a blackleather skirt that always turned me on. Short, but not too revealing – as long as too much bending wasn't involved! I shyly suggested that she wear no knickers and to my surprise she readily agreed. I was foaming at the mouth already! We arrived at the restaurant and had a drink before the meal. Sitting on the bar stool I could see that this was going to be a good night. She sat casually, legs crossed but skirt pulled high. The gentle breeze was erotic and warming, and her breasts were clearly outlined under the silk top. The meal was fabulous, although in truth I didn't really concentrate on it too much. I was thinking constantly of our trip to the girlie bar, and what she would make of it all. She was teasing and flirty all through the meal, clearly excited by my constantly looking at her beautiful body. I mentioned how refreshing the wind was on this hot steamy night. She agreed, adding "Particularly because I have no knickers on, that makes the breeze between my legs very erotic." I realised then that she was sitting with her legs apart – not gaping but enough for other diners to see, and some were looking, both men and women. My turn on quotient went sky high! I made a point of making sure we didn't drink too much. A good decision as we both felt Ready for more as we left the restaurant and hailed a taxi. As I told him where to go she glanced knowingly towards me. It certainly wasn't an area she had heard of and her smile told me that was exactly what she wanted. When we arrived the whole area was thronging. People were everywhere as we made our way down the street, passing a number of bars along the way. There were street bars, food stalls, trinket stalls, and of course bars behind closed doors with girls outside encouraging single guys to come in and "look see." Most didn't try too hard to entice us in though; they knew it was probably a lost cause as we were a couple. As we approached the bar I had in mind, the girls called to us, and when they saw I was heading their way their enthusiasm trebled! On realising that we were both going in they welcomed us like long lost friends. Inside the 'mama san' took my wife's hand and guided us both to a booth in a prime spot close to the stage. My wife was clearly totally comfortable with the whole scene, and immediately ordered a gin and tonic. As we waited for the drinks to arrive she looked around and noticed that she was the only western lady in the bar. Girls were sitting with guys, but all were Asian, and clearly working at their role of entertaining. It was at this point that I thought my wife would suddenly freak out and flee, but no, the exact opposite happened. She relaxed, flicking back her long brown hair and unbuttoning the top fastening on her shirt – making this attire now quite revealing. As I looked in amazement she said "What? It's hot in here!" It was then that I noticed her skirt had rolled up quite high on her legs, and she was making no attempt to pull it down. I was loving every minute of this. After a few minutes the floor show begun. This bar is known for it's excellent erotic floorshows, choreographed by the owner's wife and always sultry and sexy. We watched a couple of routines and my wife was obviously enjoying the whole experience, the gin and tonic flowing. Then a girl came and placed a chair on the raised stage for the next routine. I had seen this before and knew what to expect. Two girls came out and begun the next routine, dancing with each other, fondling each other and taking turns to sit in the chair whilst being gracefully and creatively fondled by the other. Then they looked around the audience, and pointed to a young guy, who was then 'dragged' up on stage and placed in the chair. His hands were bound to the chair arms, and he became the focus of the attention. As the dancing and the erotic fondling went on we could all see the bulge in his pants get bigger and bigger. The crowd were going crazy, He couldn't work out whether to be embarrassed or excited – he was, of course, both. As the song ended, the girls released him and left the floor as quickly as they came on. He was left to rejoin his friends and savour the experience. My wife turned to me and said, "That was great, this place is such fun. Safely erotic, I love it." There was a slight lull in proceedings then so we recharged glasses eagerly anticipating the next entertainments. I couldn't help noticing by this time that another button on my wife's shirt was now undone, and her knees, previously tight together were discreetly open. I said nothing, but she clearly saw the bulge in my pants. She leaned over and said "Is that for me or the Asian lovelies?" "Are you kidding?" I replied "It's for you, you're driving me crazy." She smiled and we both turned our heads as the lights went down for the next set. A spotlight came on and another chair was brought on stage, which was unexpected, as they had just used one for the last routine. No matter we were both sure this would be brilliant. The chair was lit by one spotlight as two girls – different ones – slid through the shadows onto the stage, and another spotlight picked them out. As the music slowly and quietly started up a third spotlight came on and was shone directly at my wife! The girls beckoned her to go up on stage, and after a glance and a smile toward me she slid out of the booth, walking to the stage where she was helped up by a couple of young guys who were loving every minute of this whole scene. She sat in the chair as requested but her hands were left free. The music increased in volume and the girls begun the most erotic routine I had ever seen, entwining themselves with each other gymnastically and erotically. They used my wife as a 'prop' dancing around her, caressing her, running their hands artistically across and around her body. The crowd was going crazy, and my cock was throbbing with excitement. The girls undid the next button of my wife's top, revealing even more of her to all. Then we all went crazy – the girls knelt down in front of my wife and proceeded to stroke her legs, working their way up from her ankles, past her knees and onto her thighs. Their hands stroked the inside of her thighs and as they slid them up they gently edged her legs open even more until she was sitting with legs wide apart, her whole shaven pussy visible. I could see that she was shaking; she was almost hypnotized in an erotic trance, loving every second. As the music drew to a close the girls gently closed her legs, rebuttoned her top and left the stage. My wife remained seated, stunned. The young guys who had helped her onto the stage helped her off lavishing her with praise, saying how gorgeous she was and brought her across to me. I have never seen my wife speechless before. It took a good two minutes before she could speak to me – she simply turned and said, "That was wonderful, I love you." She finished her drink and before I could ask her if she wanted another she turned to me and said "Darling I need to go, I need you to make love to me and this will be a night like no other." As I asked for the bill the 'mama san' came over and gave my wife a big kiss. "You enjoy yourself missy?" she enquired. "Oh yes!" my wife replied, smiling the smile of unremitting pleasures to come. "Drinks bill on us missy, see you again." We left the bar and fought our way back to the main road where I hailed a taxi. Back at the hotel I mentioned the possibility of a nightcap and was told, "My nightcap is in your pants!" As we arrived at the room door and as I fumbled with the key I suddenly felt a hand undo my trousers from behind. Laughingly I said "Wait till I get the key." "I don't think so." was the reply. I turned around to see my wife completely naked, clothes on the hallway floor. She flung her arms around me and started to kiss so passionately that I forgot where we were. Lucky it was so late. We made love there and then, the eroticism of the evening boiling over to make the thrill of the situation multiply a hundred fold. As I entered her I had the vision of her on stage in my mind, The thoughts of all those eyes seeing her beautiful, exposed vagina was smashing the adrenalin through my veins. As I neared orgasm all I could think of was the image of this gorgeous woman sitting on that raised stage being ogled by so many men. Men being titillated by her breasts and excited by her willingness to embrace eroticism. She felt the surge as I came and her hips pumped in unison with mine, pushing and thrusting long after I had finished. We collapsed like two burst balloons and just lay there; two crumpled heaps on the floor. It dawned on us what had happened and where we were. We laughed, not knowing if anyone had seen us – and not caring. We gathered up our clothes and went into our room. "Now I want my nightcap." She said. One Night in Bangkok (If the story sounds familiar there is a reason. It was wrote using the song as it's plot. I issued a challenge and this is my take on the song. I hope you enjoy these 2000words.) * Looking up at the neon lit darkness I with all my heart wish I was home. I should be sitting at my desk working on my novel... maybe. But NO! I'm in Siam reporting on a Chess tournament. Dragged half way around the world to this stinking place to watch and report on a chess match. And now I'm being dragged into this place as well. Following this fool the boss stuck me with into a place called the 'Golden Cloister', I can't even get full into the door when the smell of the place hits me. A sick mixture of perfume, stink from the rivers, and sex, mixed with an overpowering smell of smoke. Every type smoke under the sun, or the neon as the case is. As I walk to the bar I feel a bit of silk brush my arm. Almost like an angel's feather. I look down to this 'angel' that's sliding up next to me. "You look hot want something to cool you off? Maybe something make you hotter?" Her hand brushes across my hip. For a second I worry about pickpockets. Then she has a hand full of my cock. Her finger pressed hard through my pants rubbing at the bulge as it starts to swell. "Why me?" I think as I suppress the urge to pull away from her. Half these girls aren't girls and I can't tell for sure with this one yet. "Why me?" I could be back home. Hell I could be reporting a Mets game if the Boss wanted me to do sports writing. Chess? What the hell do I know about Chess? Hell Murray at the head office was begging...on his knees begging for this job. "Nope you need the overseas exposure. Think of it as a paid vacation. Do the tourist thing while your there." Tourist? Muddy rivers, reclining Buddha's. "I don't even like Thai food!" I think as she continues to rub me the wrong way. I can see the cameraman 'Topper' watching me out the corner of the office gossip window. If I don't let this little Asia flower tempt me I'll be a laughing stock back at work within a day. I look at the girl he's got a hand full of. 'Girl'... yea right...Two shots of gin down already and I can see that isn't what he's holding. I look back down at my little 'angel' Yea maybe. I feel my zipper do a downslide then her fingers are firm and soft around me. She strokes with a skill that is unnatural. Chess? The game of kings! The only king I know about from here is Yul Brynner and he isn't here. Now if he were I would have a story given that he's been dead since 85. "You like?" Looking down at her little round face framed with the blackest of hair. For a few seconds I do want her. I don't even care what she might be. Fuck it that's the gin talking. "I get my kicks above the waistline, Sunshine." I tell her taking my third shot. She grins at me. "I change your mind. Come I give you sample then you decide." I see 'Topper' grinning at me from across the bar. I'm already hearing his snide ass remarks. I'll be the talk of the water cooler. "Fuck it. Lead on." I tell her. Shooting back a fourth shoot of this rather good gin. I'll give the place that at least. I follow her out the bar and into a side hall. I can hear moaning from the silk curtains we pass. The smell of unwashed bodies, perfume, and sex has saturated this place till it drips from the walls like massage oil. The little room is dim lit, which may not be a bad thing. She turns and goes to kiss me. I concede again the possibly of there being an 'Asian Surprise' under those shorts. Her lips touch mine in a hot wet kiss, that very slowly finished what the gin and stroking started. Hard and hating it I watch her drop to her knees in front of me. "You like you pay me. I do a lot more." She has me out and down her throat faster than I would believe. Chess? Like I even know what I've suppose to be looking for. The boss let hint that I might be looking for a job if I don't bring back a good story. Maybe I could find a scandal involving the chess players and some of these go-go girls. Feeling the skill of her tongue I start to wish I couldn't still taste her on my lips. I feel like I've just kissed every cock in the city. "Oh fuck." I say in a soft whisper. Okay...she good. I lean back a bit and my hands come to rest on her silky black hair. I smell oils and stranger smells come up to me as I caress her head. Her mouth clutches me, the suction pulling me deeper into her. Her breath comes out warm around me to add heat to my balls. Then I groan when I feel her tongue come forward slide out and lick at the top of my sack. "Holy shit." I whisper softly. Her mouth pops free. I open my eyes and look down at her. A drug fiend wouldn't crave as bad as I am right now. "You like? You pay I do more." I try to catch my breath and fail. My hand shakes as I fish my wallet out my front pocket. I open it and let more than a few US bills fall around her. They don't touch the ground. Led by my cock she turns me around and sits me down on the bed. For a second I worry where the sheets have been but the sight of her slowly slipping out her clothes distracts me from that. Her body is tiny, slim, hell almost boy like. My eyes drop to the triangle of hair. Fuck I still can't tell... she could be tucked. The hard points of her nipples are no clue. Her breasts are all but flat. As I watch she crawls up onto the bed and shakes her petite ass at me. "I don't care where you put it. Just put it deep!" she says softly. The words have a sound of having been said often by her. Standing back up I let my pants fall around my knees and step up behind her. The condom I fished out my pocket rolls down the length of me with little pause. I question again looking for 'landing gear' then decide what the hell. Gripping 'her' hips I simply push where there should be an opening and hope for the best. Whatever hole I'm in... my... fucking... god... it's tight! For a second I wonder if I'm going to get in then I kind of pop through and in a slow surge I sink into her. "Oh you big.... I likey big cock." I try to ignore her words. The ring of them, that sound of a speech often rehearsed. I swallow and thank the world for latex. Such thoughts soon leave me as the wet walls of her grip me with a strength that I have never known before. I slow the pace and just revel in the tight feeling of her. I listen to the sounds coming from her; I feel a smile quirk my mouth when I hear fake turn to a more realistic sounding moan. Leaning forward I reach under her body and hope for the best. When my fingers touches her clit I give a soft sigh of relief. Not that I would have stopped. I'm too far in to it to stop now over something like that. I give my head a shake when I realize what I just though. Yea I'm in too far. About seven inches too far. Part of me starts to wish that she wasn't this good. It's going to end too soon. Not that I don't feel I've already gotten my money's worth she is right up there with the best I have ever had. Not that I've had enough to give a good critique. As I pump away my mind goes to the women I have had. I run down the list fucking them all a second time with this oriental flower as their surrogate. Though in truth I don't think most of them were even close to this tight around me. I hear the deeper groan from me then. I sound like I'm trying to hack up a fish bone almost. Little coughing grunts. Chess. Find a story about chess. Think...oh god she feels wonderful.... damn it chess! Think of the tournament, the guys hovering over their boards, never looking up. It hits me then. I have it. As the idea flowers in me I feel the tightening I've been trying to keep at bay. With racking grunts that sound almost painful I pull her to me and drive myself as deep into the warmth of her as I can. I wonder if Topper hears me when I cry out to the heavens. I really don't fucking care. Hell I don't care if they hear me all the way back home. Dripping sweat I slow to a rocking, shallow thrust, listening to the little panting moans from her. They sound real but now I'm not as sure as I was when I was still in lust heat. Heat? Oh god yes. I'm dripping sweat now. I slip from her with a hard suction pulling on me still. I pop from her with a sound like a Champaign cork. She stays where she is as I turn and sit down on the bed next to her. I look at her sweaty face and I feel a smile tug at my lips. I made her cum. I'm as sure of it as I am that Topper is with a guy. This little angel of the night just got off with me inside her. "Feel good?" I ask her softly running a hand across the small of her back. The gesture reminds me of petting a dog. I have to fight the urge to pat her side like I would my German shepherd. "Oh yea." She says with a breath. There is now no sense of her sale pitch, no practiced words given without feeling to them. For this second she isn't what she is...she's just a woman who's been given pleasure. As I go to get up I look down in horror! There is a ring of broken latex around the base of my cock and glistening wet skin that shines out with her fluids and mine. I swallow and feel myself start to shake. I pull it free and feel a sudden need to flee this place. That if I can get out of here quick enough maybe I won't have just gotten something I can't get fixed. I look at her then as I pull my pants up. I see then how young she is. My nieces age, maybe. Should be just getting ready to go to college not on her knees with a stranger's cum running down her leg. She stands up slowly and looks at me as I take out my wallet again. "You pay already." She says with a bit of confusion. "You want more now?" I take the large bill and curl it into her hand. Leaning into her I plant a soft kiss upon her lips. I can see the confusion, the total lack of understanding as I turn and walk away. I smile when I hear her whoop. The hundred I gave her is worth a lot here. Time to go find Topper. I need pictures of the city. The city they never see, because they don't look up from their chessboards. One Night in Bangkok 'You wan' go Boom Boom?' he yelled back, sticking a finger through the circle he'd made with the thumb and fore finger of the other hand. 'Yes, Boom Boom.' Now don't get me wrong here, it's not like I'd done this a thousand times, or even a couple of times but hey, I was in Bangkok on my own with a hard on, thanks to my blessed brother's Viagra, and besides a million other men had done it before me. Fuck it, I wanted adventure and new experiences, things I'd never done before. The traffic isn't as bad as you'd expect in Bangkok and after a short journey my man brought me to some dwelling that towered off into the sky and said, 'Here my friend, you wan' Boom Boom, come wi' me.' So he with greasy cap on and buckled smile, led me up some steps in the twilight of that humid afternoon sun, and ushered me up to what looked like the front doors of a posh hotel. 'Here you go, Boom Boom.' I paid the few hundred baht the meter said, and threw in a bit extra to him for bringing me here. He left me with a well suited brawny lookin' local standing outside a dark door made of glass. 'Welcome sir, won't you come in?' in almost perfect English. The tinted gleaming heavy door swung open and I was led into a dim room with thick red carpet and mirrors on the ceiling. To my right was a little reception desk and directly before me was a window framed with all the golden carved excesses you would expect on a famous work of art hanging in the Tate. This picture though, was made up of about eighteen Thai women dressed in all sorts of garb. One for every occasion, there was the secretary, the slut, the beefy one and the burlesque one, the rabbit ears and the stylish. They all had different features, different looks, this one with a round face, that with one a flat nose. I was a bit out of my depth here, and had been placed on one of four bar stools. There were no arm chairs or anything like that, just the line of bar stools in front of a giant window. So I dunno', what do you do in this situation? You've come this far, can't bottle it and leave. So, I looked at the girls, tried to see one who looked confident, beautiful and strong, and with a dry mouth pointed and said, 'That one there please in the red evening gown.' There she was, not dressed down, or slutty, dressed nicely with a beautiful smile and deep dark eyes. They scooped her out of that exotic fish tank and led her over to me. She took my hand and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. 'That'll be three and half thousand baht for the next hour and five hundred for me,' the guy behind the reception desk said. Four grand? I thought this shit was like twenty pounds a night? Oh well, I'd come this far. 'Sweet as, and I'll have a bottle of Sang som, a Coke, and some ice too please.' 'Come, I'll take you.' It was her first words and they were as soft and silky as her kiss had been. Like the guy on the door my hostess spoke almost perfect English, but with that smooth lilt of the Orient woven into it. Still with one hand in mine and the other around the elbow on the same arm she led me outside and around the corner to a Seven-Eleven store. 'Would you like anything?' I offered. 'No I'm fine sank you.' looking up at me with those deep dark eyes, before another tender kiss, this time just on the bottom lip. She took me upstairs to a room with a circular bath built big enough for a party, and a circular bed, that too I guess built for a party. There was also a large air mattress on the floor beside the bath. She took the Rum, and pulled a bucket of ice from the fridge, 'Please, take off your clothes while I make you a drink.' I undressed feeling a bit nervous about the whole scenario, but thanked God that the Viagra had at least given me a raging erection. A smile crossed her face, 'Well doesn't look like you've had too much alcohol already tonight.' She ran the bath, checking the temperature of the water as it filled. 'Come here,' she said, 'I want you to undress me now.' She turned around and lifted her long black hair across her shoulders, 'Please help me with my zip.' I took a mouthful of my drink and with hands shivering I pulled the zip down to her waist. She looked over her shoulder, smiled again and turned to face me, never letting go of my gaze. She had no bra on and her breasts were shaped like tear drops with dark brown nipples. 'Now take off my dress,' she said with a stroke of my cock and once more that enticing smile. As I slid her dress down to her ankles, her smooth, sweet, shavin' pussy was right in front of my face, and she brushed herself against my cheek. 'Lie down on the air mattress.' I followed this gentle order too. Again she tested the temperature of the water. 'First I give you massage, next I give you bath and then I give you me, Ok?' Anything you say. 'Ok.' 'Start on your stomach.' I tried to lie that way down but my hard on was sticking out like the mast on a ship. I shuffled about for a second trying to tuck it in somewhere. Throwing me a reprieve she giggled, 'Ok, we start with you on your back,' then pulled out a bottle of menthol smelling oil and covered me with it, spreading it all over, adding a couple of smooth strokes to my penis at the same time. She rubbed my chest and my shoulders, always looking at me in the eyes, dressed only in that soft seductive smile, occasionally passing me my drink, which she would refill when required. 'So why you pick me?' she asked. 'You were the most beautiful one there, and you looked the most natural, comfortable. It was an easy choice, the others seemed more; fake or forced in either the way they dressed or their makeup. You just seemed to have a touch more class.' I could feel the warmth from inside her on my thigh and swallowed as for the first time during the massage she reached down and took me in her hands. It was only for a few seconds, still she never took her eyes from mine, still, she had that smile. 'You can call me Mai Lee. You are my first customer of the night. I'm glad it's a young, strong, hard man like you. Later it will be all old men. Indians are the worst, verly demanding. Commanding do this, do that. You let me do it my way, I like you.' Another soft stoke, a rub of her hips on my thigh. 'It is ok if we kiss, I am clean they test us, this is an expensive place, and you are my first customer of tonight, my mouth is fresh, try.' Placing both arms around my neck, leaning forward, her B cup breasts, firm, touched my chest, her eyes still looking deep into me. She finally closed them and gently sucked on my bottom lip. A stroke of her tongue, to part my mouth, then a light touch of my top lip before our tongues met and caressed. We separated and she drew back, another light touch of me. She started to slide around over my body, using her whole self to massage me before; 'I think it is time for your bath.' testing the temperature of the water once more, then adding a little cold. The bath was foamy and the temperature perfect. I lowered myself in, careful not to slip because of the Tiger balm scented oil covering me. Mai Lee spent a few moments scrubbing down the mattress with some of the water from the bath and pushed it up against the wall to drain. She passed my drink and sat behind me on the wide ledge, then took a large clean dry sponge from the little cupboard beside us and with a kiss on my forehead started to clean the oil from my skin. She stayed behind for most of the time, her breasts bumping against the side of my head every now and then. After a short while she climbed in the bath with me, tying her hair up into a loose but firmly fixed bun. Mai Lee took each of my legs and rubbed them down from the top to the bottom. Taking each toe individually she clicked it between her fingers. The whole time she kept passing my drink and refilling it, topping up the ice from the silver bucket with little tongs. She took my drink out of my hands, put both of hers beneath the water and with one, reached beneath me and began to massage my balls, the other slid up and down my iron like shaft. I became lost in those deep dark eyes and nearly drowned in that full lipped smile. 'I think we should get out of the bath,' she said, 'and onto the bed before you become too happy. Ok?' Anything you say, 'Ok.' She stood in the bath in front of me, legs either side of mine, the water running off her glistened in the dim light. Her body was perfectly formed, her nipples hard like my cock and her eyes entrancing mine. Mai Lee reached out a hand and helped me step out of the tub, then took a towel and began to dry me off. 'Just one second,' she said almost apologetically as she towelled herself before letting her hair down again to sit over one shoulder and cover her left breast. My drink was filled again and I was led to the round bed with its purple velvet covers. She took my hips in her hands and pulled me towards her as she eased further back on to the bed. I put a knee under each of her thighs to support her as I neared. I was just outside her; she was smiling that smile and guided me the rest of the way in. Inside she was like satin, and warm. I moved closer to her and we kissed on the lips once more before I kissed each of those wondrous eyes, then moved down to her neck, biting and sucking on the way. Together we moved as one, slowly getting a feel for each other. With my lips I circled round her breasts, teased her for a minute, me this time giving that gentle smile before kissing her right nipple and giving it a few flicks of my tongue then taking it between my teeth, causing her to let out a warm gasp and to take the back of my head in her hands and pull me deeper into her, rolling her hips at the same time. We stayed in that position for a while before she rolled me onto my back and mounted me, riding me with her hands clenched in her hair as I teased and rubbed her breasts and belly. All the booze had filled my bladder and with Mai Lee on top, the need for the loo became an obsession. 'I need to go to the toilet,' I let out, and was replied with a shocked look, 'Oh, now? I am enjoying myself so much.' 'I'm sorry,' I whispered, 'but I really have too.' I received a mild slap across the face and a giggle. 'Ok, but come back soon, the toilet is the last door down the hall on your left.' I made my way down the corridor. Just outside the toilet door a young guy was being led up the staircase by the Secretary and I high fived him as they passed. I had to stand about five feet back from the bowl I was still so stiff from the Viagra, I emptied myself and made my way back to the room, Mai Lee removing a pillow from on top of her as I shut the door. 'Come,' she said as she moved onto her hands and knees, 'Come and take me.' arching her back down, and pulling her hair over her shoulder to expose the supple flesh of her neck. I crawled onto the bed behind her. Entering my mistress once more, the tenderness of her gripped me all around, her heat covered me entirely, and once again we moved together, finding a natural pace, and momentum. I reached around, cupping one of her breasts, taking the nipple between my thumb and finger, twisting and squeezing, adapting to which ever she seemed to enjoy more. I took her hips in both hands again and picked up the pace, the impact between us ever increasing. Reaching around again, this time I searched for the top of Mai Lee's pussy and with kindness began to rub the small bump between the edges of her lips. A moan escaped her, and she responded in-kind, supporting herself on one hand the other stretching below her to take my balls and to start to rub there. Never losing our rhythm she worked her hand towards the back reaching the point between them and my ass. Here she firmed the touch and I felt myself tipping over the edge. Electric volts shocked through my body, setting every receptor off in a wave of euphoria so strong I let a cry of my own. My sperm jetted and I collapsed onto her, our sweat mingling while I breathed in the scent of her hair, enjoying those few moments after. Then rolling off, I reached for my drink and for my cigarettes, Mai Lee pulled a lighter out from somewhere and lit it for me. 'Oh my God, that was amazing, you were amazing.' I gasped in between long drawn out breaths, my heart racing like I'd run the Marathon. 'Thank you so much.' 'No, you were amazing,' Mai Lee replied, 'Men never think to please me too, they are always all so selfish. I enjoy myself too. Ka poon kap,' she purred putting her hands together almost like we would in prayer, in the Thai way of showing politeness. You must dress now, your time finish half an hour a go but I was enjoying you so much I let you stay. It is not very often.' She pulled opened her bag and pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen, writing out her name and a number. 'This is my personal phone number, I like you, maybe you could take me out sometime. I can take a night off if you give me notice. I not charge you, I like you.' I pulled out my wallet and as I opened it Mai Lee reached forward and drew a note out. It was an American fifty dollars I kept in there for bribery purposes if needed. 'I can keep this?' Still a hooker eh? 'Well I dunno' fifty dollars, I could stay for another hour for that.' I must have had pretty gutted look on my face, I felt it, the spell cast over me had been broken by this one act. To her credit though Mai Lee, my temporary lover, my sensuous and skilled teacher, my whore, placed the note back in my still open wallet and took a Thousand baht one instead. I washed again quickly, put on my shorts, singlet and shoes then made my way down stairs, near empty bottle of Sang som in my hand, and a smoke in my mouth. 'You have fun?' the guy from reception beamed. 'You want taxi, they are parked outside. The gentleman on the door will call one for you' 'Oh yeah, yes I did, and a taxi would be great.' He let out an unintelligible expletive, to my 'Farang' ears anyway and as I approached the door, our guardian opened it and led me down the steps to a waiting cab. 'You enjoy Boom Boom.' The driver asked in a high pitched tone, before saying, 'Where to?' 'Khao San Road please boss. I need a beer!' He dropped me off at the Burger King end again, right by the guy selling grass hoppers, scorpions and other deep fried delicacies. I pulled out my phone, plugged in my head phones, put on my favourite tune, 'Low' by a band called Cracker, followed by the Doors and did a couple of laps of Khao San before a night at Gullivers ensued. Much later I stumbled back to my room and had the pleasure of having to listen to some Aussie cunt in the space next door abusing some poor local girl because she'd agreed on the street to let him, and to quote his exact words, 'Do anal for three thousand baht.' Not surprisingly now he'd already handed over the cash, she now wouldn't let him. He was pissed off because she wanted more. They started yelling at each other and she refused to leave without more doe. 'More money? I'm not giving you more bloody money!' I yelled at them both to, 'Shut the fuck up.' and, 'It was your fuckin' fault mate! People are trying to sleep!' He went down stairs and got the guy from reception, they eventually talked her out of the place. She was cursing and threatening to have all of us beaten up. I pulled out my knife and slept with it in my hand; my head spinning in the dark from being so drunk, with sweat streaming off me from the oppressive heat and tried not be sick on myself. All the while my fan clattered away, attached to the wall above. I was glad my experience had been a little different than my neighbour's. Bangkok eh? She's one hell of a city.