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after living and working in BKK for many years i decided to write an erotic story based on some of the people i have known, venues and places i have been, and the P4P night-scene where i spent way too much time.

here are the first 3 chapters of the 8 that i have written so far. please leave comments as i have never written a story before and i need feedback.

i first started writing this back in 2009, so for those who may be familiar with BKK, take that into account.

the names of the venues are real, and the names of the people are too, but the main character, Caitlin, is a persona i have created for this story. i have also transliterated certain Thai words into English, and i am sure there will be some grammar and spelling mistakes, i apologize for that.

if anyone wants me to post the remaining chapters please let me know in the comments if there is an interest. after that, if there is continued interest, i will try write some more. - dookiewin

ps - there are too few categories to tag this with so here is what you can expect from these first 3 chapters: straight, lesbian, teens, anal, hardcore, group sex, and interracial.

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BANGING AROUND BANGKOK: THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES of CAITLIN MORRISON

by: dookiewin/fresh

CHAPTER 1: THE GIFT

As I reached to turn off the alarm clock I chastised myself for forgetting to reset it for a later time, this being Sunday, my day off. It was only eight o’clock in the morning, but as the bright rays of light peeked through the half opened blinds I got a sense of how hot and humid it would be today. The hot and rainy season had been with us longer than usual and Bangkok had become a virtual sauna by noontime every day.

After a short and feeble attempt to fall back into dreamland, and possessing a massive d**g and booze hangover, I realized I wouldn’t be getting any more rest. Despite the fact that I had only gotten two short hours of sleep the memories of the past evening were rushing through my head. Last night being Saturday, and the obligatory night to go on my weekly prowl of favorite cruising haunts, I had been a “bad” girl and not succumbed to the evening’s pleasures until well past 6:00 AM.

I threw back the covers and let the light dance across my body. I gazed down across the expanse of my golden skin and smiled with pleasure as I remembered the events of the previous evening.

I had gone to the nighttime entertainment district of Nana Entertainment Plaza to cruise the go-go bars and discos, stopping off to chat with my working-girl friends to see how they had been doing since last weekend. It was low season, and most of them expressed their concern over having had only a few customers during the week. Most of the regulars, expats, had also been staying away and the girls were not only short of cash but they were bua maak, very bored.

I was sitting at the bar in “Kiss A-Go-Go” admiring my long time friend, Khun Noi, as she seductively moved to the power ballad that the DJ was playing. As she gently grasped the chrome up-right pole fastened to the stage, she rhythmically pumped her well-rounded buttocks to the tune and suggestively stroked the hard steel in her hand. Looking directly into my eyes, with the power to see my thoughts, I understood why she was the number one girl at “Kiss”.

Hunched forward, her perfectly formed breasts invitingly swayed as they hung from her taught skinned body. Nipples erect, and as perky as bottle caps, she was the epitome of Thai bar girls. Golden skinned, well toned and perfectly at ease with her nudity. Over confident when it came to me.

Ever since I had returned from having grown up in America I was a regular to Patpong. It seemed to be one of the only places I could be myself and enjoy my favorite pass-time, capricious seduction. Noi and I had met one evening in “King Lounge’, a disco down the street known for after-hours cruising. She was with a half dozen of her working friends drinking and dancing the early morning hours away. I caught her eye across the room as she was teasing a teen aged tourist boy who had come to Thailand on a sex and sun holiday. She seemed to enjoy the fact that I was visibly aroused by her playfulness. After she had determined that he was at the end of his holiday, and short of cash, she broke off the sales pitch and worked her way across the floor to where I was scoping out the scene.

“You’re a luk-kung, aren’t you?” she queered. “Yes.” I replied. “My dad’s an American and my Mom comes from the south of Thailand.” She told me how much she admired my beauty, especially my “perfectly long” nose. Thais have a fascination with c***dren from mixed marriages, and I was well used to the attention my exotic looks received. Being a luk- kung I am bigger than most true Thais. I must have inherited my body type from my father’s American side of the family and my facial features, hair and skin color from my mother’s Southern Thai roots. I stand five foot ten inches tall in my bare feet, and I am “lucky” to measure out at 37-22-35. My hair is reddish-brown and falls more than half way down my back to my firm butt. My skin is a color the Thais call keow, green. When I spend the day at the beach the sun turns it to an olive sheen that even I find arousing to look at.

I immediately felt a strong attraction to Noi and her straightforward approach. As the waiter passed by I asked her what she would care to drink and she asked for a shot of Tequila. I ordered another Jaegermiester for myself and then moved closer to my newfound friend. As we gossiped about the scene we were watching unfold in the disco I came to realize that I had found a real gem, in every sense.

The waiter arrived with our shots, I paid and tipped him, and he disappeared into the sea of dancers. Noi said she would like to propose a toast to her “new girl friend” but that she didn’t yet know my name. I told her my farang, Western, name was Caitlin, but my friends called me Meow. I then in turn asked her what her friends called her. Having gotten acquainted she picked up the lime she had been given with her Tequila, gave me a coy look, and rubbed the cool citrus against the swell of my cleavage. She then sprinkled some salt onto the lime juice and raised her glass in a gesture of camaraderie. I took my Jaegermiester in hand and waited for what I knew would be her next move.
She leaned closer, wrapped her supple fingers gently around my neck, and drew us together. The feel of her breath on my skin caused goose bumps to rise and I felt my nipples stiffen against the fabric of my blouse, and then, that familiar weakness came to my knees. She tenderly put her lips to my breast and I could feel her tongue as she slowly licked the salt from my skin. She then drew her head back, looked deep into my eyes, smiled a smile I knew was infected with lust, and shot the Tequila down, never breaking eye contact.

It took me a second to regain my composure enough to follow suit. I somehow managed to raise my glass to my lips; pour the sweet sticky liquor into my mouth and swallow, despite the lump in my throat. Noi peevishly changed tack and asked me what I was drinking, so I explained it was a favorite party drink from my private school days in America, Jaegermiester, known for its tranquilizing d**g-like effects. She suggested we join her friends and continue the getting to know each other bit. Grasping my hand in hers I again felt the electricity that I had felt when she kissed my breast moments before. She led us to her friend’s table and began to introduce me to them all.

But that was over two years ago, and I’m getting ahead of my little reminiscence of last night. As the song came to an end so did Noi’s turn on the stage and she rushed to get down and come over to where I was seated. Pursing her typically Thai puffy lips, she planted a bright red lipstick mark on my cheek and started to talk at the excessive rate she’s known for when she’s excited about something.

“Can you please pay the bar fine and get me out of her tonight, tilak ja?” she asked. A friend working in another bar down the street, Khun Sai, was celebrating her birthday and she wanted to break the monotony of the season with some fun and games. I knew it would be just the thing to kick-start our evening, so I quickly called the mamasan over, paid for the cocktail and the 500 Baht bar fine and then told Noi to change back into her street clothes. She kissed me again, said thanks and trotted off to change.

She reappeared a few short minutes later looking as spectacular as ever. Wearing a one piece, cling fabric dress that the girls of Patpong prefer for the ease of getting in and out of quickly when “doing the business” and a pair of fuck-me-pumps that accentuated her magnificent calves, she was the consummate tease. I could see she had not put on any underwear, as there was only her perfect ass to look at and no panty line. She wished her friends good luck and said that we could be found at the party in the “Safari Bar”.

As we made our way through the maze of vendors and food stalls crowding the street I couldn’t help but get a rush knowing that all the people who saw us pass had lewd thoughts and images on their mind, seeing us locked arm in arm, obviously very close and special friends. I could sense their eyes on us as we bumped and giggled away. I was getting the all too familiar sense of an incredibly crazy evening approaching. The activity and noise of the street was having the effect of accelerating my mood.

As we approached the entrance to Safari Bar the long and lanky lesbian hostess knowingly smiled at us and drew the doorway curtain aside, and at the same time she reached for Noi’s arm and pulled her close. I knew what was happening, and I smiled to myself as I entered the bar alone. The hostess was trying to get Noi to come work at Safari for a long time now, and she was shamelessly pursuing the matter. Noi loved the attention, and the chance to flirt. We had partied with the girl on numerous occasions and they were quite comfortable with each other. I also liked her and really had no opinion about whether Noi should change her job or not. It was Noi’s concern, however, that if she did change to Safari some of her repeat customers, of which there were more than a few, would not know where to find her. This would mean a loss of income, and she would have less money for herself and her family back home.

When Noi found me I was in the back standing at the overcrowded bar with the birthday girl and her partying friends. There were open bottles of Chivas Regal and Coke set up as well as some spicy Thai snacks from the restaurant next door. Everyone was politely intoxicated and the entire place was imbued with the exuberance of the party. The Safari was rockin’ its way towards another killer evening.

Safari Bar is known for its young, slender girls with firm, round breasts, hair down to their asses and miles of smiles. Unlike most other Patpong bars Safari plays Rock and Roll, not Pop or Disco. The crowd is always in a party mood and the girls make sure everyone leaves happy. The perfect spot for those with lust in their hearts and a tendency to over indulge in all that Patpong nightlife has to offer.

Noi came over to Sai and wished her a Happy Birthday, they were best of friends. I could see that Sai had been anticipating Noi’s arrival and that the party was only now officially under way. The waitress mixed us each a Chivas and Coke and I ordered three Jaegermiester for an opening toast to Sai.

Sai asked Noi what she had gotten her for her birthday and Noi mysteriously told her that she would have to wait until later and we were all in a more private place. Sai squealed with delight knowing that whatever Noi had planned, it would be spectacular and memorable.

After a few hours of Safari shenanigans the mood shifted and we decided to get a bite to eat on our way to our mystery birthday stop. We said goodbye to the others and made our way back onto the street. It was close to 2:000 AM and the go-go bars were beginning to empty out and the street was filling up with punters and dancing girls who had not managed to find customers for short time sex. We went to our favorite gwiteow noodle stand and ordered three steaming, fragrant bowls of soup, the perfect pick-me-up and regenerative tonic for a trio of drunks. Sai began to question Noi about her promise of a special gift and Noi could only smile and tease her. “Jai yen yen.” Noi said. “Be patient.” Noi is known for her twisted libido and Sai was wetting herself trying to imagine what it would be this time.
Finishing our early morning snack, and hailing a taxi, Sai and I jumped in the back and Noi rode up front with the driver. She wouldn’t speak loud enough for the two of us in the back to hear and this only caused our anticipation to rise to another level.

The streets were nearly deserted as we hurtled along Silom Road and away from Patpong. Turning onto Rama IV Road at the Lumpini traffic exchange we headed towards Klong Toey, Bangkok’s over-crowded and run down slum/ghetto. Passing late night porters on their way to and from the market, and the others that were up at this ungodly hour, the taxi driver made his way deeper into the bowels of the district. Being in Klong Toey, home to addicts and pushers, the poor and the homeless, and a myriad of mafia owned, underground businesses, such as casinos and opium dens, made Sai prod and question Noi more. Noi told her again to be patient and enjoy the mystery.

After one last direction from Noi the taxi pulled up in front of a run down and dirty shop house. Why were we stopping here? There seemed to be nothing open or even habitable. We disembarked and paid the taxi, and then the three of us took each other by the hand as Noi led the way.

Down a narrow alley and behind the shop house was a faintly lit doorway. Just as the light from the door cast itself across our path a menacing figure obstructed our way. Noi casually withdrew a 500 Baht note from her pocket, gave it to the man who then stepped aside and allowed us to enter. The landing stank from rancid nam pla, and urine and the walls were covered with grime. As Noi mounted the first step Sai muttered to herself that Noi had so far out done herself, and that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, birthday or not.

Noi laughed back at her and sarcastically asked her if she was the same girl, now that she was “older and more mature”. Sai took up the challenge and pressed Noi to pick up the pace. As we approached the fifth and top floor of the building we could hear sounds coming towards us, and the sweet smell of opium hung in the air.

The figure at the door nodded to Noi in a familiar way. He then led us to a spot against the far wall, near a window overlooking the klong that ran past; its pungent-watery aroma making its way up to where we were. As I looked around the room at the odd lot of men and women lying about, and saw the beautiful city lights across the skyline through the broken glass of a window, it struck me how much I enjoyed the juxtaposed atmosphere of it all. Nineteen years old and already so depraved.

A young girl, who looked to be 18 or 19 years old, came and squatted beside us and told us to get down on the floor. She placed a rattan basket of opium and paraphernalia beside her. Noi took out more 500 Baht notes and handed them to her. She explained that we all wanted to smoke and that it was the birthday girl’s turn to go first. The girl lit the alcohol lamp and began to temper the small ball of opium gum in the heat of the flame. We watched, mesmerized by her meticulous movements, and I began to fixate on her quite and austere beauty. She was so young and innocent looking, but she seemed to be at ease and comfortable in this squalid environment. Mature well beyond her years, and yet, she didn’t posses that million-mile stare that has infected so many of Bangkok’s abandoned street k**s.

I asked Noi how she ever found out about this place and she told us that a well-to-do European customer had paid the bar fine for her a few weeks ago and had brought her here. She said that she had enjoyed herself so much that she thought it would be the perfect place for Sai’s birthday surprise, so she had kept it a secret.

As the young attendant pressed the gooey opium into the opening in the bamboo pipe she instructed Sai to lie down on the tattered mat. Sai complied, and placing her head on the mildew-soiled pillow she turned to position herself, facing the women-c***d with the pipe. We watched as she inhaled, and held the the first narcotic tokes from the pipe deep in her lungs. Her breast swelled from the expansive effects of the smoke. We could see the look in her eyes change as the d**g began to insinuate its way into her blood and next her brain. Soon after we were all lying next to each other on the mat, dreaming of faraway places and fantasies.

A large, dark skinned and muscular man came to sit beside us, and he confirmed with Noi that everything was ready now. What more could there be? Wasn’t the opium the surprise Noi had spoken of? Noi nodded back in confirmation that we, too, were ready, and that he should begin.

He rose to stand above us. The light framed him in an eerie and menacing glow. As he lifted his shirt over his head to expose his body I came to recognize him. He was a famous Muay Thai boxer that had recently been forced into retirement after his latest bout because of the severe beating he had suffered at the hands of a younger and more agile fighter. He was still exceptionally strong and fit though; in the way boxers are from the early age of nine or ten in Thailand, but none the less, a beaten man. He had been the male equivalent of a Thai working girl, prostituting and suffering in the ring instead of on the streets and in the bars. His skin was tattooed with the traditional symbols of protection and Thai calligraphy, and his shins were permanently black and bruised from kick boxing. A chain of golden amulets hung around his neck.

He unfastened his belt and began to slowly remove his pants. He was not wearing anything underneath and I caught a glimpse of his flaccid penis. It hung lose between his legs and seemed to be a bit larger than most Thai men posses. He reached down and pulled on it gently and it seemed to lengthen. He spoke to Noi again, as he stroked himself, and she pointed to Sai lying between us. She told him to do as he had been instructed earlier and to not listen to any protests that may be proffered.

Noi then rose to her knees and shunted towards him. With her eyes glazed, and half closed from the effects of the smoke, she looked hauntingly beautiful. The boxer raised his prick to her face and brushed it against her cheek. Her mouth slowly opened, and he moved the underside of his dick to it. Her tongue snaked out and tentatively touched it. I was sure that it had that musty smell that all pricks do. He encouraged her to moisten him and she complied. Licking slowly from the base to the tip I could see the spittle glistening in the low light. It swelled and puffed up and he told her that her warm breath felt good on the tender underside of his glands.

Taking his balls in one hand and grabbing his ass with the other Noi proceeded to pick up the pace. When he was covered with the moisture from her sweet mouth she rose up higher on her haunches for an unobstructed approach and swallowed him more than half way. As she held him like this in her mouth I could hear her throat making sucking sounds. I remembered what her tongue felt like when it’s on my clit and I knew that she was arousing him for sure.
She pulled him from inside her mouth with a slight popping sound and told me to prepare Sai for his cock. She said that I should get her wet and open and that he was going to fuck her after she had gotten him hard and ready. I thrilled at the thought of the show to come, and through the stupor of the d**gs and alcohol I mustered a renewed vigor.

I struggled to remove her blouse and skirt. Fighting against the opium swirling in my head, and the complacency of Sai, I did as I was instructed. When I finally got her clothes off she rolled away in feint shyness. There were still all the other people in the room, nodding in their stupors and trying to figure out what we were all about, not being the type of customers who usually frequented this shit hole.

I turned Sai onto her back, brought her feet up to meet her ass, and splayed her legs open. Just a small patch of black silken hair adorned her vagina. Knelling between her thighs I reached up gently and began to trace my fingers up her belly towards her breasts. This 20-year-old woman was about to receive the fucking of her young life, and I was going to make certain she was ready for it.

I ran my fingers around her breasts and cupped them in my palms. So warm and firm, with dark, almost purple nipples that jutted out in turgid display. I rolled them, one by one, between my fingertips. God, I love the feel of another women’s body against mine I thought to myself, and Sai is the perfect specimen. I moved closer and nestled my face in the crook of her neck. Her hair smelled fragrant and I caught a hint of jasmine in it.

I inhaled her aroma and she arched her back to rise against me. Our nipples brushed together through the fabric of my blouse, sending shivering waves of pleasure across my body. It’s times like these that I wonder why more women aren’t bi-sexual. I could hear Noi continuing to suck on the boxer's cock and I decided to get a taste of Sai’s pussy. With Noi’s fervent slurping sounds as my accompaniment I kissed my way past Sai’s nipples, over her pouting belly and to the area above her crotch. I grasped her slender waist and the feeling of her hips beginning to respond was all the encouragement I needed. I gingerly moved my nose to the soft slit of her cunt, the little wisp of hair tickling my nostrils as they took in her scent.

I knew that the young girl sitting beside us, the boxer standing overhead, and the junkies nodding around the room were all beginning to take interest in our activities and it only heightened my passion and sense of exhibitionism. I have always taken pleasure and been aroused by the thought of others watching me during sex, and this was a very special time for me. The depravity of it all was without par.

As I nuzzled into her cunt and parted the soft protruding lips I began to run my tongue along the crease of her sex, first one side and then the other. She tasted salty, and sweet, at the same time; I had to check myself to be sure I wasn’t setting too fast a pace, I wanted Sai to slowly reach her first orgasm of the evening. After all, it was her party.

I then began to purposefully suck each fold of her outer vagina between my lips as I caressed them with the tip of my tongue. Slick and viscous fluids began to form on her pussy and it was good to taste these first secretions. I knew that she had to be moist inside but I controlled my own desires and kept my attention only at the vestibule of her cunt.
I had a wonderful view across the expanse of Sai’s belly of Noi as she continued to arouse the boxer. His cock was fully erect now and she was taking the entire length of it into her massaging throat. I have always been amazed at Noi’s capacity for cock. Gliding up and down the full length of it, it was apparent that he was enjoying himself.

It was at this point that I began to use my fingers on Sai’s pussy. At first just rubbing the dimpled sides of her groin, being sure not to touch the vagina itself. Working my fingers in a constant rotating motion she moved with me and began to softly groan from deep in her belly. I started to press my hands outward forcing her to spread her crotch fully open. Like a box of rare treasure Sai’s pussy lips opened to expose her hardened clitoris.

Framed by the wet pink skin of her inner lips her clit looked like a miniature replica of the boxer’s cock, hard and standing upright. I kissed it with my lips and sucked in and out at the same pace as Noi’s cock sucking. Sai was beginning to get verbal now and it caused me to intensify my actions.

As I looked up at Sai’s face I could see her watching me devouring her cunt. The opium had put her into a world of total bliss and she wanted me to know how appreciative and incredibly aroused she felt at that moment.

I removed my face from her lap just long enough to tell her to keep her eyes on Noi as she gave the boxer head. I reminded her that his big fat dick would soon be worming its way into her pussy. She looked up at them and I could feel her vaginal muscles tense at the sight before her.

When I had returned to eat her wet open hole it was with eager passion. I wanted to be certain that when the time was right she would be able to slide him up inside of her with perfect ease.

Sai must have been enjoying the spectacle before her because she began to speak out loudly. She was telling Noi to be sure to do a good job sucking the boxer’s cock but to be careful not to let him cum, that would be her pleasure. Her Gift. Just the thought of it made me probe my tongue deeper into Sai’s now sopping cunt. The fluids were all over my face glazing it like a donut.

Sai began to paw at my breasts and complain that I hadn’t taken off my blouse. I stopped for a minute and began to undo the buttons. Noi decided that it was time for her to also get naked. She removed the engorged dick from her grasping throat and pulled her tight dress up and over her shoulders. Now that we were all three naked I sensed that both Sai and Noi were reaching the same new heights of arousal that I was. My nipples felt the cool night breeze coming through the broken window and they stiffened even more.

I could see the boxer’s rigid dick in all its tumescence and wanted to taste it. I asked Noi in a near begging voice if she would switch places with me. She refused to do so but invited both Sai and I to join her.

As the boxer got down on the floor and stretched himself out the three of us gathered around him. Noi orchestrated the event by instructing Sai to sit on his mouth facing his prick and told me to start sucking his tool. She then inserted a finger in his butt while sucking his hairless balls into her mouth like sweet sugared candies.

By now the other people in the room were moving closer. Who could resist such a spectacle? I sensed that the lithe dark-skinned girl who had tended the pipe was feeling left out and I reached out to touch her arm and draw her nearer. She responded in kind by squeezing it gently. I brought her small and delicate hand to my breast, and she began to fondle it. What a treat this must be for this broken and beaten man to have four sexy young girls all naked and d****d upon him.

We worked on his body with passionate fervor, each of us trying our best to excite him just to the point of cumming. I slid his prick from my moist lips, still grasping the base and squeezing it to full proportion. Next I offered it to the young girl massaging my tits. She tentatively touched it and the look on her face was one of immediate discovery of something new and wonderful. I motioned for her to bring her mouth to its tip and she complied. Like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk she darted her tongue out to lick it. I encouraged her to put more of it in her mouth, and she wrapped her lips around the pulsing head. She looked up for a second to get my approval and I nodded my encouragement. More and more of that big dick disappeared into her tiny mouth with each successive attempt. In just a few short minutes she had gotten to the point where she was taking more than half of his cock into her face.

From where Sai was sitting on the boxer’s face she had a bird’s eye view of it all. She gushed with delight and passion and commented that this was the best birthday gift she had ever been given. She said that she wanted to fill her pussy with the boxer’s cock but didn’t want to deprive the young girl of her “new found friend”. Hearing this, the young girl quickly removed her lips from his dick, and kneeling in front of Sai, bowed her head and apologized for interfering in her elder sister’s affair. Sai laughingly told her not to be so serious, not an easy thing for a young servant girl in Thailand, regardless of the environment and circumstances.

Noi and I both new that it was time for Sai to receive the icing on her birthday cake, so to speak, and we moved aside to allow her full reign over the boxer’s body. We really didn’t know how much more of this foreplay and stimulation he would be able to withstand and Sai hadn’t been properly fucked yet. After all, this was supposed to be her gift and we were all just there to help her “unwrap” it.

She slid her way down his torso and over his belly. Raising up onto her knees her dripping pussy was positioned directly over his rampant cock. The look of anticipation on his face was incredible. I was afraid he would cum right then and there before she ever inserted him into her cunt.

Gradually lowering her body towards him the mood in the room became one of pure anticipation. Everyone had their eyes focused on Sai’s cunt and the boxer’s stiff penis. As she touched the head of it with her pussy the lips seemed to open on their own. Just a little at first, but they did open. Moving in a circular motion, that she had perfected over endless nights of go-go dancing, she lubricated it with the mucus he had put there while eating he cunt. Whenever she lost contact with his prick I could see a ribbon of viscous juice strung from her pussy to his cock head.

Not being able to wait any longer the boxer firmly clenched Sai by the hips and encouraged her to take him insider her gaping hole. She obliged, and in one slow, purposeful movement she sat down on him until his entire length disappeared up inside her. Everyone watching seemed to feel their pleasure at the same moment and a collective gasp was heard from the voyeurs.

Continuing the circular gyration of her hips she made herself comfortable atop his prick. She said she could feel him pulsing deep in her belly and it felt as if he was going to boil over. She told the young girl if she was truly feeling sorry for having hogged his prick she could make amends by sitting on his face to distract him from cumming to fast. The opium attendant begged to be allowed not to, stating that the boxer was her boss and it would be inappropriate for him to service her pussy.

Noi told her not to worry herself with that and to get undressed. He was bought and paid for this evening and he would allow whatever it was we three desired. The fit teen moved to his face and placed her virgin cunt on his mouth; she smiled as he began to lick her.

Feeling left out, and horny as hell, Noi and I did what comes so naturally for us when we have time on our hands; we got into a sixty-nine on the floor, in view of Sai, and began to eat each other out.

The smell of sex was mixing with the latent smoke hanging in the air, and the mood was one of total eroticism. Sai picked up the pace and was riding him like the horse that he was. Up and down, and more frenzied with each piston-like thrust she took us all with her. It felt as if we were all fucking him at the same time, Sai, Noi, the orphan girl and I. I could feel him inside me as if it were real. The sound of her cunt sucking away at his engorged shaft was music to my ears and I began to have my first orgasm of the night. Sensing my pleasure Noi wrapped the tip of her tongue around my clitoris and passionately sucked without stopping. I started to convulse into a continuous climax and my ass rose off the floor as my back simultaneously arched and stiffened.

Knowing that I was cumming, and seeing me writhing in front of her, caused Sai to respond with an orgasm of her own. Forcing herself down as hard as she could she pressed the boxer’s cock against her cervix and flooded his groin with her pussy juices. This caused a chain reaction and the cum started to boil up out of his cock and into her cunt. She threw her head back, flailing her long hair like an a****l in heat. The look on both their faces was of pure unbridled abandon.

Sai flexed her vaginal muscles like a fist around his prick. “I want it all!” she cried. “Fill me with all of your cum.” The boxer pulsed his cock, drawing sperm from the depths of his scrotum. Tears of joy were forming under Sai’s eyes; she whimpered, moaned, and shook with glee.

Noi and I had stopped our playing and moved to position ourselves on either side of the couple as they got lost in their orgasms. Each of us taking a sensitive, and distended nipple in our mouths we suckled her. She said she wanted to cum again and she ceaselessly fucked him. “Keep it hard, don’t stop.” she repeated over and over.

Noi lubricated her finger with her own secretions and inserted it into the boxer’s anus. Prodding his colon she forced his cock to hold its erection. I in turn helped by rubbing his emptying sac.

The young girl riding the boxer’s face was overwhelmed by what she was witnessing. Never having had an orgasm of her own before, it took her by surprise. She fell forward against Sai’s sweat soaked back and spewed torrents of fragrant fluid into his mouth.

This was all Sai needed to reach her second climax. Her body began to shudder violently and Noi and I held her steady. I thought she would faint. Her eyes rolled back and all that shown was the white. Perspiration glistened on her skin from head to toe. It must have lasted a full minute, and when it had stopped she convulsed in little after-shocks.
The opium girl, Noi and I all wrapped our arms around her and hugged her tightly. She was burning hot to the touch and breathing rapidly. Trying to sooth her we all began to murmur how beautiful she had looked perched on his prick; a truly sexual and passionate woman.

I really don’t know how we managed to gather our thoughts and belongings and make it out of there, but we did. And now I find myself laying here languidly in my bed knowing that I will never forget last night, or my two good friends Sai and Noi, nor the shy orphan girl and the boxer for that matter.

© 2019

BANGING AROUND BANGKOK: THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES of CAITLIN MORRISON

by: dookiewin/fresh

CHAPTER 2: A DAY IN THE PARK

As the tepid water sprayed across my back I longed for the ice-cold well water back in my American home. There was little to miss of life in America, but a nice cooling shower, on a scorching day was at the top of my want list this morning. As I lathered the loofah wand in my hand, and watched the soap spiraling down the drain between my feet, I considered how easy it was to wash away the sins of the night. Who could imagine that only a few short hours ago I was having sex on the floor of a Klong Toey tenement block?

I thought to myself that both Noi and Sai were most probably slumbering the morning away, and if I wanted companionship I would have to find it elsewhere. Who could I call and where should we go? I hate to be alone; always needing someone to comfort me had been one of my neuroses since passing through puberty. I mentally began to compile a list of my favorite cohorts.

My first conclusion was that it should be a man. After all the pussy I’d had last night I was in need of some masculine affection. I decided to give my good friend Pablo a call as soon as I finished my shower.

Scrubbing the rough loofah across my sensitive flesh felt good. It made me tingle, and once again my nipples stiffened in response. Taking the long wooden handle of the wand I began to press it between the cheeks of my ass and into my pussy. The soap ran down the handle of the wand and it made it easier to slip the smooth hard wood between the firm tight cheeks of my teenage ass.

As I massaged myself I began to consider the possibilities for the day’s adventures. If Pablo were home and wanting to join me I would stop by the market on the way to his house and pick up a basket of picnic goodies. Then we could ride his V Max motorcycle over to Rama IX Park and spend the afternoon in our favorite, secluded spot.

I extracted the wooden phallus from my ever-hungry cunt and shut off the water. I opted to not use the towel, hoping the water on my skin would keep me cool for a little bit longer. I exited the bathroom and went to call Pablo. He had just finished his morning coffee and was trying to come up with a plan for the day. When I told him my idea he immediately accepted my offer and said he would be ready when I arrived. I could meet him in the parking lot of his condo where he would be washing his motorcycle.

I put down the phone and went to open my closet. What should I wear today? Definitely not something tight or confining, nothing feels worse on these sweltering days than clothes clinging and rubbing against hot skin.

I chose a thin cotton sundress I had picked up at the Chatuchuck Sunday Market. Pure white, with little orchids stitched on it, it always made me feel free and easy. The dress came to just above my knees so I figured I had no need for panties, a flirtatious habit I had picked up from Noi. I paired it with a simple pair of sandals, grabbed my market basket, and headed out the door.

First stop was Villa Market on Soi 33, known for its wide variety of imported delicacies I knew it was where I could find everything we would need. Sunday is a busy day at Villa Market and when I walked through the door I was elbow to elbow with the rest of the shoppers. I made my way to the deli case and selected some salamis and cheese, a few pints of potato and macaroni salad and Pablo’s favorite, smoked salmon. Next I proceeded to the fresh fruits and vegetable aisle.

Upon reaching my destination I realized that a particular gentleman had been following me as I wandered about the aisles. Feeling like a good tease I selected some limes to go with my oysters and then checked out the Chiang Mai strawberries nearby. I picked up one by its stem and raised it to my nose; it smelled wonderful. Knowing the middle-aged gentleman beside me was watching my every move I proceeded to seductively take a bite of the succulent fruit.
Just as my teeth pierced the flesh of the berry I turned and gazed straight into his eyes. I knew he was mine. Smacking my lips as I swallowed the berry I spoke. “Don’t you just love the fresh moist ones from up north? The old dry ones do nothing for me.” I teased. He was stunned. Could I have said so much with so few words? Just then I heard an older women speak in an all too familiar accent, “Oh William darling, please come here and help me with the baby.” He had the look of a c***d who’s been denied his favorite candy. I left him to his yearning fantasy and continued my search for the proper picnic goodies.

Let’s see, what was I missing? I looked across the aisle and spotted the bakery. Of course, how absent-minded of me, we’d need some baguettes, and pastries were always a safe bet. I selected a crispy long loaf of French bread and perused the pastry selection. The banana Napoleons looked good and they would be the perfect accompaniment to the strawberries. The girl wrapped them all up and I proceeded to the wine display near the check out.

Nothing would do except vintage champagne. I would have to use the credit card my father had given me for emergencies. After all, wasn’t this an emergency, I joked to myself, a poor young girl about to go on a picnic and no Crystal champagne? I took the coldest bottle they had and grabbed two glasses from the shelf nearby. Marcus was sure to appreciate my deftness at menu selection.

I paid for my purchase, the young boy placed everything in my basket, and I left the store. As I stood on the curb hailing a taxi I felt a timid hand on my shoulder; it was the “strawberry man”. I’ve gone too far again, I thought to myself, tease the wrong guy and now he’s stalking me.

He reached out towards me, and it was only then that I noticed he had my credit card. I was in such a rush that I had left the store without it. “You seem to have forgotten something Miss Caitlin.” he said. Geeze, now he knew my name from the embossing on the card. “You should be more careful, you never know who might get their hands on something of yours.” As I took the Am Ex card from him I noticed he had also handed me his business card. When I looked up he was getting into his chauffeur driven BMW, with diplomatic plates, whilst starting an innocent chat with his nagging wife.

Dismissing my previous assumptions about the man I looked into the street and hailed the next cab to pull up to the curb. I got in and gave the driver my intended destination.

Upon arrival I found Pablo just wiping the last drops of water from his V Max and I chirped a hello. He reached out and grabbed me around the waist. Hugged me close and gave me a good morning kiss. Letting go of me he stepped back a pace and admiringly said, “You look quite cheery and bright today.” I told him I had had a wonderful night out and was looking forward to an equally enjoyable day in the park.

Pablo tied a blanket roll to the handlebars and handed me my helmet. We both straddled the big machine and he kicked it into a roar. There’s something about girls and motorcycles that is not a myth I mused as the vibrations coursed through my body. Slipping his bike into gear we made it out onto the street. It would be about a half hour to the park so I settled in for the ride. Pressing myself against Pablo’s back I reached around and grabbed him about the waist. I think he likes this part as much as I do, especially when my pussy becomes swollen and my stiff nipples press into his back.

The notorious Bangkok traffic was being kind to us today, Sundays being the only non-business day of the week in Thailand. We made good time and arrived at the park before noon. As we entered and wound our way along the scenic drive I commented to Pablo that we were virtually alone in the park. He replied that most folks were probably afraid that the heat would be too much today for a visit to the park. Most probably had opted to stay inside, with their air-cons cranked up, or they were sitting around some over-crowded swimming pool with screaming k**s and drunken teenagers falling about. We were not.

We drove around for a while taking in the natural beauty of the park. The flowers, trees and shrubbery were as spectacular as the last time I was there. Thailand is lucky to have such natural wonder and beauty in such abundance. As we rode up to the area that had become our own special little sanctuary I felt myself relaxed the way most folks do when there in a place that offers them peace and security. Pablo turned off the park drive and pulled the V Max behind a stand of dense shrubbery. We always liked to conceal the bike so that we could picnic undisturbed by the gardeners and security personnel. Some Thais are so naturally inquisitive and we were seeking privacy.

Pablo untied the blanket roll, took the basket from me, and we began our leisurely stroll further back into the trees. As soon as we were in the shade of the tall teaks around us I could feel the drop in temperature and I knew this was one of the better ideas I’d had in awhile. The smell of the foliage was such a welcome departure from the acrid smog of day-to-day Bangkok. What an oasis this park is I thought; a pristine paradise. I began to skip like an adolescent schoolgirl on her way to recess, and Pablo laughed at the sight.

He’s such a good friend, never passing judgment or telling me what to do, but then again he’s much older than me, forty-two. I prefer the older guys. They have less bullshit in their lives to contend with and most really appreciate a young girl like myself. He always takes his time and never rushes things, making certain that I am content and satisfied. Nothing I dislike more than a young guy who fancies himself to be so hot that I become secondary to his own ego trip.

We were now standing in the spot that we always chose and without having to speak to each other we both began to prepare the picnic. Pablo unrolled the blanket and spread it out under the trees and I began to “set the table”. I spotted some wildflowers nearby so I picked a small bouquet and placed it on the blanket.

I beckoned for Pablo to join me where I was now seated. I was sitting cross-legged on the blanket and I told him to relax by lying down and placing his head in my lap. I began to slowly massage his temples and to speak softly to him. We talked about the past week, our jobs, and all the little things in our lives, and then he asked me if I had seen Noi of late. I told him about our little party the previous evening and he said that he wished he could have been there to watch.

I realized that I was hungry at this point, being awake for a few hours now and not having taken the time to eat breakfast. I told Pablo to sit up and that I would serve him some tidbits and wine. We whiled away the next hour or so by hand feeding each other our picnic fare. This sort of mutual caring has always aroused me. Something about putting my fingers into another person’s mouth while they’re enjoying their favorite foods can put me over the top.
Pablo said he was thirsty at one point so I asked him to open the champagne. He removed the wire cage from the top of the bottle, and just as he had grasped the foil covering, the bottle erupted. The cork flew past my face and the champagne gushed onto my sundress. Between the surprise value and the coolness of the champagne on my breast I was immediately in a heightened state or arousal.

Pablo took a sip from the bottle, leaned over to kiss me, and passed the champagne into my mouth from his. Our tongues intertwined as we lay back onto the blanket. He said he wanted more and began to suck the champagne from my breast through the fabric of my dress. I begged him to stop, so I could remove it, and he made me promise that I would let him lap some more from my skin.

As I lay naked on the blanket he slowly poured the cool liquid onto my chest. It ran from my tits and into my cleavage. He lapped at the wine and told me it was the best he had ever tasted, something about the combination of the salt of my perspiration mingling with the wine. I told him that if it was so good then I too, wanted to try some. I held my own breast in my hand and turned it upwards as he covered it with Crystal. I sucked at my flesh and swirled my tongue around the nipple.

I demanded that he get undressed now so I could taste some on him. He stood up before me and began to remove his clothes, for a man of forty-two he had kept himself in great shape. I moved close to him and picked up the bottle. Cupping his balls with one hand I bathed his cock with the wine. He shuddered from the chill of it and his prick retreated into itself.

“We can’t be having any of this,” I said and I took his cock into my mouth. It all tasted so wonderful. I alternated between sucking on his sac and the head of his prick. The all too familiar stiffness that Pablo is known for began to present itself. His penis thickened and the head expanded, too. Perfectly shaped and just little too big. Just the right size for my mouth and my cunt.

I put the bottle down and began some serious cock sucking. I pride myself on my ability to bring a man off with just my mouth. Some women just don’t ever get the knack of it, or they just don’t really care to learn. I just think it’s the womanly thing to do. After all, what could be more gratifying then to know that you’re giving someone the most pleasure you can?

Pablo was looking down at me kneeling in front of him. He told me that I looked radiant with his prick situated in my throat. Not being able to speak I ran my tongue along his shaft to let him know that I understood what I was doing for him. He commented on how he wanted me to jack him off with my ample tits. So being sure that he was well lubricated with the fluids in my throat I placed his dick in my cleavage, grasped a breast in each hand and began to masturbate him. I could feel his cock stretching to new lengths and I leaned my head forward and dribbled spittle onto it to lubricate it even more.

He was groaning out loud and I looked up into his face. We smiled at each other and I felt so close to him at that moment. I could see the first drops of pre-cum oozing from his cock head and I lapped at it just like the champagne before. What a terrific taste. It had always made me crave more, and today was no exception.

Down to the hilt and back to the mushroom head over and over I sucked at his cock. Never allowing him to cum I knew just how much Pablo could stand. We had done this before many times. One of our favorite pastimes was teaching each other what really got the other one off. To be so connected to another person physically and emotionally was such a turn-on.

I was in the mood to really give him some head today and I asked him to please get back down on the blanket so I could give him more attention. He sat down and I straddled his face so he could lick my ass and pussy while I deep throated him.

After a few minutes I began to feel something at the puckered opening of my hole. I knew it wasn’t Pablo’s hand but I just couldn’t figure out what it was. He jokingly asked me if I was in the mood for some more salami and I said only if you eat it after. With this little bit of negotiation out of the way he started to insert the thick sausage inside me.
It was much thicker than any prick I had ever fucked and I was amazed how easily I took it in. Carefully pumping it in and out Pablo reminded me that I was supposed to be giving him a blowjob. I giggled back that he was distracting me. Sucking his cock with renewed effort I tried to keep my mind on the task at hand. The salami, however, was making me gush, and my ass hole was burning up.

I spied the box of pastries near the edge of the blanket and I picked up one of the cream filled Napoleons. I smeared it all over his prick and began to eat it up. What a sight this must be I thought; here I am with a stick of Genoa in my cunt lapping up penis-flavored pastries.

Pablo finally pulled the sausage from my vagina and said he was ready for some “real” sex. I agreed and I cleaned off his prick with my tongue before getting off of him.

I got into my favorite positions, all fours, and Pablo kneeled behind me. Reaching back with my hand I guided his cock to my pussy, after having just fucked the salami from Villa there was no resistance to his. He told me to tighten up and to grip him. There’s a big difference between the real thing and a piece of salami, regardless of the size, and my pussy quickly had a firm hold on his rigid cock.

Like I already said, this is my favorite position. Pablo has total access to my cunt and I can rest forward on my arms while jutting my ass out to meet his thrusting. He likes it because he’s in total control of my body and he can regulate the speed. Slowly at first, and then with moments of incredible hammering he takes me with him on a journey of lust. There are times that it feels as if he’s going to skewer me through but then he resists the temptation and slows up the pace. We have done this before and I never tire of it.

Despite the fact that we are secluded in the tress I begin to feel the heat of the afternoon sun, and being in the foliage, as we were, the humidity was rising proportionately to the temperature. We were both slick with body fluids and it felt as if I had a fever. My entire body was scorching hot and Pablo’ prick felt like a hot iron poker from a forge.

I knew it was just a matter of wanting to cum that separated us from that moment. We both had total control of each other and ourselves. I told Pablo I was going to cum, but to wait, and not to join me. I wanted to have as many orgasms as I could before he shot his wad. He told me not to worry and that he could wait. What a gentleman he was, able to show complete control at a time like this.

He grasped my long hair in his hand and steadily pulled on it. It caused me to arch my head backwards and for him to probe deeper up inside me with his cock. I ground my pelvis against him and the head of his prick probed the depths of my body. I could feel my creamy cunt juices running out of me and down my inner thighs. Our skin was sticking together from the heat and it felt as if I was going to melt like an ice cream on a stick.

After five or ten minutes of constant rolling orgasms I looked back over my shoulder at Pablo. I said I wanted to feel him cumming and to allow me to turn over. Without removing his cock we switched to the missionary position; in this way he could shoot his sperm all over me when the time was right.

I reached up and tweaked his nipples, leaned forward and snaked my tongue into his throat. I buried my finger in his ass and yet he would not cum. “You’ll have to do better than that” he chortled, “to get me off your ass today.”
I begged him “What will it take to make you come?”

“You’ll think of something Meow, you always do.”

I told him how much I craved him, how I would sit at work frigging myself thinking about his cock in my mouth. I told him how the mere thought of tasting his sperm made me wet. I begged him to release his load on my face, and into my mouth. I was consumed with lust.

He extracted his swollen red prick from my hole and moved up to my chest. Sliding his cock in my cleavage again he pointed the head of it at my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could; I wanted to catch every drop of his sperm.
“I can feel it coming Meow.” Pablo moaned. “Drink it all down and don’t waste a drop.”

I could feel it too, pulsing between my tits. I squeezed them even harder now and he began to cum. First one big powerful burst and then successive torrents splashed onto my tongue. Some of it clung to my tonsils and I could feel it starting to slide down my throat.

He squeezed his cock between his fingers and milked it for all it was worth. I stuck my tongue out to catch the last of it and then I began to swallow the wad. He told me to clean it all off and I didn’t need to be coaxed. Placing him in my throat I swirled my tongue around the base of his cock a few last times, licked his sagging balls, and slowly withdrew it pulling the dregs of sperm as I went.

Pablo lay down beside me and we hugged and kissed. It feels so good to cuddle with him after such violent sex. The closeness and mutual affection soothes me and makes me feel content. We drifted off into a half sleep and I began to dream.

When I awoke a short time later Pablo had already collected our things into the basket and had covered me with his half of the blanket. He was leaning against a tree just looking down at me, and smiling, and I knew what he was thinking. Why is that we can care for each other so much and yet I will not commit to him. He has asked me to come live with him on numerous occasions and yet I still live alone. I know he would never try to change or control me, but still I resist.

“One of these days Pablo”, I tell him. “If it were anyone it would be you.” He smiles back at me and I know he understands. I’m just a teen-aged girl with things to do and people to meet.

He helps me up and I put on my clothes. We walk back to the V Max, hop on and begin our journey back into the heart of the city. It’s been an eventful twenty-four hours and I’m starting to feel bushed. I lean against Pablo’s back and once again I drift away as we motor down the lane.

© 2019

BANGING AROUND BANGKOK: THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES of CAITLIN MORRISON

by: dookiewin/fresh

CHAPTER 3: Back to the Grind

Like the song says, “I don’t like Mondays.” First day of the week, and five more to go. I guess there are not a whole lot of folks who do like Mondays. At least the commute to work is easier now that the Sky Train is running. I wonder how long it will take for the Thai businessmen to fall into the same lecherous pattern as the Japanese and start groping us girls during rush hour? Hopefully they’ll leave me alone and I won’t have to be a bitch about it; even though it’s the guys who are being rude to start off with. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude by any means, I just like to have a choice in the matter when it comes to who’s sticking their fingers in my pussy on mass transit.

I get off the Sky Train at Sala Daeng Station and go down the stairs to Silom Road. I work for a moderate sized production house on Soi Pipat, just off of Silom, and Mondays are usually spent in the office planning the shooting schedule for the upcoming week. Being a native English speaker, and also fluent in Thai and Japanese, means that one of my primary responsibilities is to liaison between the Thai talent, and the foreign clients. It’s a great job, and I get to meet and work with some of the most beautiful girls and boys in town, and some of the more connected folks in the business.

I stop at a corner café, pick up a latte, and think to myself, it’s so great that Bangkok now has that American morning-mecca Starbucks. I’ve never gotten the hang of eating jok for breakfast, like most of the others in the office, so I grab a pastry to munch, pay the bill, and I’m back on the street turning into Soi Pipat.

As I approach I see Khun Jason approaching from the other direction. He’s my favorite person to talk to at work. He too is a luk kung, his mom is a native of Bangkok and his dad is an old California hippie who settled here after the Vietnam War. He always has a good story to trade after the weekend. I wonder where he’s been and what he was up to. We tend to run in the same circles but I hadn’t seen him since leaving the location shoot late Saturday afternoon.
We both turned to enter the building at the same time and he grabbed my free hand. “Meow” he said, “Meet me in the photo lab on coffee break; I’ve got a rad story to tell you about this weekend. I’ve even got photographic proof that it happened.” he added. Jason’s the still photographer for our studio and he’s the most popular guy in the company when it comes to the female talent.

As ten o’clock rolled around I made way to Jason’s dark room with a couple of cups of coffee and a powerful curiosity about his wild weekend. The red light over the door was off so I just knocked and walked in. He had just finished developing the “evidence” and it was all hanging about the room. He reached behind me, shut the door and locked it.
I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. He somehow had gotten nude and compromising pictures of an up and coming actress named Sawitree. She was the latest teen idol to hit the screens and runways of Bangkok and none of us really knew anything about her. She had been on the set Saturday and Jason was commenting on how he was the guy to find out just what made her tick. I had given him my usual encouragement, but thought nothing of it afterwards. Now here I was looking at naked pictures of her doing what I’m supposed to be famous for.

I sat down on the high work stool Jason keeps in the dark room and waited for him to give me the gory details.
Most of the new stars were luk kung these days but Sawitree is pure Thai. Still attending the Chang Wattana School for Girls on Sukhumvit Road, she was a senior, 18 years old. Unlike a lot of the other teenagers who went to the many international style schools in the Bangkok area she was reserved and proper. She spoke “high Thai” and was always dressed in clothes that bordered on unflattering they were so lacking in style. All in an attempt to dissuade guys who lusted after her..

Although she was 18, Sawitree’s mom usually chaperoned her at work, but this last Saturday she was unable to attend and had left her to fend for herself until she could pick her up afterwards. Jason had known this could possibly be his only chance to seduce her, and from the pictures I was looking at, it would seem he had accomplished his task.

Jason said that most everyone had packed up their belongings and were already headed home when he saw Sawitree sitting alone on the set. He went over to her and asked her if she was all right. She had changed back into the school uniform she was wearing when she had arrived earlier, and Jason commented that he had never seen anyone so naa laak, cute, before.

She said she was wondering where her mom was. She knew that she was unable to bring her to work from school today but that she was supposed to be coming to pick her up now. Jason took the opportunity to sit down, talk to her and keep her company while she waited.

About fifteen minutes later Sawitree’s mobile phone rang, it was her mother. Holding her hand over the mouthpiece she spoke to Jason. “Can you give me a lift home, my mom can’t make it? I live in the Lumpini Park area.” she asked him. Jason told her no problem, but that the “fare” would be she joins him for dinner before dropping her off at home. She told her mom that she could get home on her own and she closed the phone.

Jason continued to tell me his story. “I knew this was my chance. If I couldn’t get in her pants now, then I might have to wait months for another stab at it.” I could tell he was excited about relating the events of yesterday evening, and I sat there with eager anticipation."

“We got into my Beetle and I asked her where she wanted to go eat. She told me it was up to me, which made things easy. I then suggested we eat at the seafood restaurant on the edge of Lumpini Park, on the corner of Luang Suan and Sarasin Roads. She knew the place and said that it was one of her favorite places in the area."

"By the time we got there and parked the Bug it was 6:30 PM. We ordered our food and waited for them to serve us. I told the waiter to bring me my bottle of Johnnie Black that I had opened on my last visit, and it arrived promptly along with a bucket of ice, a bottle of soda, and one of coke. She tried to tell me she didn’t drink but I was determined to get her relaxed on the alcohol. I mixed her a weak one, hoping I could get her to ease into it. The food soon arrived and we began our meal."

"I had a lot of trouble containing myself as I watched her pick up the steamed crab leg and commence to suck the sweet flesh from inside its shell. All I could imagine was that my dick was the crab and she was getting me off with her mouth. She looked up to see me smiling at her and asked what was so interesting. I lied to her and said I was just thinking about the next shooting day and trying to visualize the photos in my head."

"She was relaxing and drinking the whiskey slowly, but surely. As she took a bite of the spicy yam plamook I noticed her nipples getting hard under her cotton school blouse. It has the same effect on me too. Chili always makes my nipples hard and my appetite for all sorts of things heightens. I swear, I think it also makes my pussy itch."

"After about forty-five minutes of eating and drinking she said she was feeling a little queasy and should be getting on home. She said she wanted to take a walk before getting into the car; catch a bit of fresh air; she didn’t want to be sick in the car. I quickly asked for the check and paid it before she could change her mind."

Jason continued telling me his story as i became more and more intrigued.

"We walked along Sarasin Road towards Thanon Whittayu and I held Sawitree by the hand. I had my camera bag over my shoulder, never wanting to leave it in the car for fear of having it stolen. As we crossed in front of the Land