It’s no wonder Bangkok is the worlds most visited city. Friendly people, beautiful weather, good food, cheap beer and no shortage of things to see.
And the hoes. So, so many hoes! I love the whole of South East Asia but whenever I’m travelling I make sure I drop by Bangkok for at least a week. I leave with my wallet a little lighter but my cock very thoroughly sucked. They call this country the ‘land of smiles’, and it never fails to leave me with a smile on my face.
There’s nowhere else in the world quite like it. Back home the good old days of getting away with unreconstructed bawdy behavior are long gone. I miss those days when you could get away with slapping your secretary on the ass or even coercing the intern into a stockroom cupboard blowjob. These days you make a single un-PC joke and you can end up with a sexual harassment lawsuit.
Not so in Bangkok. Here, cock is still king. Or, to be completely accurate, cash is king. But keep enough cash on you and the ladies will be lining up to do whatever you wish of them, usually for a very reasonable price.
I am stationed in the Nana Hotel, so chosen because it’s just a street away from all the action of Nana Plaza and ‘guests’ are very welcome to stay. It’s my last day here and I’ve already visited a couple of temples and gardens, enough to convince myself that I’m some sort of proper ‘traveler’. Soon I will be stepping back outside to sample the heady pleasures of Bangkok’s nightlife for one last evening.
But first, I’m having just a quiet drink on my own at the hotel bar, and feeling like some company. Not just the company of a beautiful young Thai woman with long legs, full breasts and a deep mouth. That is guaranteed to come later. I’m looking for the company of my own kind, which is, let’s face it, a seedy sex tourist with just one thing on their mind. I’m looking for a partner in crime, and I’m sure this bar is the best place to find it. Ninety percent of the men in this hotel must be here for the very same reason as I am. I’ve already seen some of them pass in the corridors with a beautiful brown skinned lady, likely half their age and half their weight, wrapped around their arm. I smile knowingly at them as they pass. Some hurriedly walk past, embarrassed by what they’re up to. Others give a knowing smile and nod back.
I’m not looking to make any real friends here. None of this ‘we must keep in touch’ or ‘let’s add each other on facebook’. Just someone to share the very best of what Thailand’s nights have to offer, and then we go our separate ways.
I got chatting to a couple of blokes last night before suggesting we make a tag team of it. One man muttered ‘not my thing.’ Another had claimed, very unconvincingly, to be on a business trip.
Tonight just one other is sitting at the bar. I raise my half-drunk beer to him. “Having fun?”
It’s a rhetorical question. I saw him disappear into his room last night with the sweetest looking girl in high heels, mini skirt and a top barely containing her tits. He smiles and raises his glass. “Sure am.”
“You here on your own?”
“Yep. And you?”
“The same. Well, not alone for long. You know how it is.”
He chuckles. He looks to be around fifty; slim build, balding, a pair of spectacles. We get chatting. His name is Phil, and it’s no surprise to learn he’s an accountant.
We sip our drinks and compare notes on the sex shows and go-go bars before I casually ask him, “Phil, have you ever tag teamed a girl?”
“What, like two guys, one girl?”
“You’re right,” I tell him, “one girl isn’t enough. Two guys, two girls.”
I see the flicker of recognition on his face as he realizes I’m making a proposition rather than just chitchat. But to his credit, and my relief, he doesn’t seem especially shocked.
“You got two girls in mind?”
“Not yet, but they’re easy enough to find.”
Phil takes a sip of his beer as he considers. “If you’re paying…” he says cautiously.
I raise my beer bottle. “It’s all on me.”
He thinks about it for a few seconds more. “Oh hell, why not?!”
Fifteen minutes later we’ve stepped out into the warm muggy tropical air of a Bangkok evening. We walk down streets lined with neon lights and scantily clad women. The sound of pumping music and rowdy laughter drifts from the windows and doors of every establishment. Beautiful women try to tempt us into each place, but I already have my mind set on a go-go bar where I know we can rent girls by the hour.
I breeze in like I own the place and order a couple of beers, passing one to Phil. Within thirty seconds we are surrounded by half a dozen girls. They’re various body shapes, ages and attractiveness, though in all fairness even the least attractive of them all would score a solid six. But with such a variety of choices we can afford to get choosy.
Phil gets chatting to couple of girls who are soon trying to convince him to buy them an overpriced drink. They seem to be genuinely enjoying the flirtatious conversation.
Once upon a time I wasn’t too different, and on my first couple of visits to go-go bars I genuinely tried to impress the girls. But I soon realized they couldn’t care less about where I’d traveled, what I did for a living or the charity work I did in my uni years. They only care about how deep my wallet is. And for my part I only care about how deep their throat is. There’s a beautiful simplicity to the power dynamic.
I’ve long given up trying to charm them and have since taken up the opposite approach; what I call a ‘charmless offensive’. I state straight away what I’m looking for and give them no illusions about the kind of treatment they’ll be receiving. “I’m looking for two of you lovely ladies to come back with us and deepthroat our cocks,” I announce bluntly, “maybe slap you around a bit. I have to warn you; we’re not going to be nice.”
One of the girls suddenly has a look of disgruntlement on her face, and clearly finding such forwardness off putting she slinks away to the back of the bar. Never mind, there’s still plenty where she came from. If any of the woman here aren’t willing to be used in the way I plan to use them, it’s better to weed them out here than when back in the hotel room. I don’t want a girl who suddenly starts freaking out the minute I get hardcore on her throat and runs out the door. So the five girls who remain are either willing to put up with such punishment for a price or either just don’t have enough English to realize just what I’ve been saying.
One of the women gets closer. She’s petite, with the shortest of skirts and breasts pushed up above a black lacy top. Her elfin like face is framed by a short pixie haircut. She’s clearly the best at English of all the girls here, and she leans in to check what she thinks she heard.
“Slap and blowjob?” she enquires.
“Slap and facefuck,” I say laughing, and to ensure she has the point I mime holding her head against my groin and slapping it about. Two of the girls look at each other with expressions of concern, but still hang around.
Phil looks a little embarrassed at my crude approach, but seems to quickly forgive me when he realizes that the girls aren’t as put off by this as he previously might have thought. Surely all these prostitutes have been on the receiving end of some good old fashioned abuse at one point in their careers.
The English speaking girl with shorter hair leans in further. Her soft full breasts are now resting against my arm, and her hand is trailing along my leg and towards my already stiffening cock. “You can slap and facefuck me,” she says, “for a good price.” There’s a sparkle and intelligence in her eyes.
It’s on. I tell her we’re in a hotel just round the corner. She names her price. I name a lower one. We go back and forth for a minute, by which time her hand has finished sliding across my leg and is now cupped over my growing erection. We settle on 2000 Thai Bhat for the hour. The only question left is who will be our second victim?
“You got a friend who’d like to join us?” I ask. She turns around and addresses the other women. Two of them laugh nervously. All of them I’d happily take back to the hotel, but there’s one who particularly catches my eye. Standing a little behind the other girls, she hasn’t been talking as much. Stunning long brown legs run up to tight denim shorts so short that her shapely ass is spilling out onto the tops of her thighs. A tight white top does little to hide a slim figure leading up to two full breasts. She’s tall for a Thai girl and has the cutest of shy smiles. She doesn’t look a day over twenty.
“You happy with that one, Phil?” I ask my new partner in crime.
“More than happy.”
I show the ringleader another bunch of notes to add up to 4000 in total, and we’re on our way. I link arms with the cute pixie haired woman. Phil looks like he can’t believe his luck, linking arms with the hottie whose almost as tall as him. Even as we walk down streets famous for their overabundance of attractive women, we still turn a few heads as we make our way back to our hotel.
Phil leans in towards me. “I’ve forgotten these girl’s names already,” he says quietly.
I’m not sure I ever knew them to begin with. Who was the girl I was linking arms with? Aon, Aranya?
“Same here,” I admit, “let’s just call them…” I nod to the cutie I’m linked arms with. “Whore one.”
Then I nod to the slim, beautiful girl working alongside Phil. “And Whore Two.”
Phil gives a little nervous laugh. “You think they’ll mind?”
“They’ve probably been called worse.”
Phil nods to his girl. “Do you think she knows what she’s let herself in for?”
I laugh. “Maybe, maybe not, but she’ll find out soon enough!”
Five minutes later we’re back in my hotel room. The bed is a decent size, but would be a tight fit for four people. I can see the questions on the faces of the other three. Exactly how are we doing this?
First off, I hand out the cash to both girls. Then I hold up another 500 Bhat each. “Your tips,” I tell them, “when we finish, if you’re good”.
I stand on the hotel room chair and stretch upwards to place the cash atop the wardrobe for retrieval later. I’m the only one here tall enough to reach it. It’s a tactic I’ve used before. Give an extra incentive to take out whatever abuse we dish out, and they’re much more likely to stay compliant and submissive until the end.
Whore One watches me place the money and smiles impishly, pushing her breasts up playfully with both hands. Standing shyly by her side, Whore Two looks impossibly beautiful. I decide to dub them Sparky and Shy Girl, but Whore One and Whore Two will continue to do for giving them instructions.
I get down from the chair and move directly between the two beauties. I place my left arm around Sparky’s shoulders, and my right around Shy Girl’s. I slide my hands down at the same time, both of them coming around a soft full breast. Sandwiched between two fine ladies, I give both of them a little squeeze. Whore One’s response is to slide her hand down the front of my pants, stroking my growing cock. Then she reaches across me with the other hand, takes the hand of Whore Two, and slides that down my pants too.
Phil’s looking at me for what to do next. “So, what’s the plan?”
Standing there with my hands on two women’s breasts and a hand each on my cock, I don’t feel an urgent need for a plan. But I know I can’t just stay standing like this forever. Reluctantly I slide away from the girls and take out another couple of beers for us from the room bar. “Here’s to getting our cocks sucked.”
I open mine and sit myself on the side of the bed. I motion to Phil. “Get comfortable,” I tell him as I pass the beer. He sits down, just three feet away from me. Both the girls are stood opposite us, awaiting their instructions. ”
“So, would you like to give us a blowjob?” Phil begins hesitantly.
“On your knees, bitches,” I say bluntly.
Phil looks a little shocked, but Whore One knows what to do. With a smile that seems at least half genuine she immediately drops to her knees in front of Phil. Whore Two is left standing looking lost in front of me. Fortunately, Sparky once again shows her the ropes, reaching up to take one of her hands, and pulling her down onto her knees in front of me. I have no such doubts about what’s coming next. I quickly unzip my shorts flies, pull them round my ankles and then pull down my boxers. My already rock hard cock falls out into Shy Girl’s pretty face. She doesn’t take the hint, so after one last lingering look at her youthful beauty and full breasts I hold the back of her head in the one hand and slide my cock into her lips with the other.
Next to me Whore One is already setting to work on a delighted looking Phil, her head bouncing up and down in his lap. He looks to me in amazement. “I can’t believe you called them bitches,” he says, sounding half shocked, half impressed.
“In this line of work I’m sure they’ve been called worse,” I say casually as I keep my girls head firmly in place. “You’ve got to let them know who’s boss. Plus, it’s a great way to judge the rest of a girls character. If you can call a whore a bitch and she doesn’t so much as flinch, you know you’re onto a good one.”
“I’ve never called a woman a bitch before,” Phil confesses, “but I’d kind of like too.”
“Go for it,” I tell him encouragingly, “like this.” I look down at the youthful beauty whose lips are around my cock. She’s not bad at all, but still strikes me as one of those girls who would give you a half assed suck if she could get away with it. Probably a good thing I’ve got her and not Phil. A girl like this can require a firm hand, and fortunately that’s just what I’ve got.
“Suck it, bitch.”
The resentful moan that escapes her mouth around my cock shows that her English at least stretches to recognizing the word ‘bitch’, but she does what I’ve told her and carries on sliding my cock up and down in her mouth.
Phil looks to the cute woman diving towards his balls and says cautiously, “suck it bitch”. She continues to do just that. Phil looks to me, delighted.
“It’s one of the three ways to know you’ve picked a good woman,” I tell him, “give them the old BTS.”
“BTS?”
Globally BTS is known as a K-pop juggernaut. Closer to our current home it also stands for the Bangkok Transit System. But for me BTS means something very different indeed.
“It’s the three signs that you have a good whore. The first step, drop the word ‘bitch’ into your conversation. If she’s still happy to stay on her knees, you’re onto a winner.”
“And the second step?”
I take a leisurely look up my girl’s body. Her feet are still clad in the ridiculously high heels that all the whores here wear. Reaching forward I run a hand up her long legs, slide it over that ass enclosed in tiny denim shorts, and then down over her slim waist until I finally get a good handful of those magnificent tits. I want to enjoy her body fully before I potentially fuck things up.
I finally run my hand over her long black hair and onto the back of her head. Bless her, she has no idea what’s about to happen.
The second step is…” I extend my legs out, wrapping them over my girls back. I place both my hands on the back of her head.
“Throat!”
I hook her forwards with my legs, pushing Shy Girl’s head firmly down with both hands as I do so. I feel my cock slide forwards with the most sublime satisfaction, moving through her mouth up to her tonsils and then into her throat itself. Her nose is pressed up against my pubes. My balls press against her chin.
Almost immediately she chokes and gags, pushing back ineffectually against my thighs. I hold her in place for a good couple of seconds before releasing her. She shoots backwards, her eyes watering as my erection slips from her mouth. A line of drool still connects my cock to her lips. She’s gasping for air, looking up at me as though she can’t believe what I just did. She jabbers something in Thai. Sparky takes a brief break from sucking off Phil to snap something back at her.
Sulking, the whore before me leans forwards. I press my cock back between her lips, and she reluctantly gets back to work.
“Damn,” Phil says, “that was…”
“Hardcore,” I finish for him.
“I mean sure, but weren’t you worried she would bite it off?”
“A little,” I admit, “but it’s real hard to bite down when you’re choking. At least I imagine so, I’ve tried it on enough go-go girls and none of them have given more than a nibble. Plus, she wants her tip. Why don’t you give it a go?”
Phil looks down at the head moving back and forth in his lap. She’s already throating a good two thirds of his rod with every nod forwards.
“But what if she chokes?”
I laugh and take a swig of beer. “Oh man, that feeling of choking, the vibrations against your cock. There’s nothing like it in the world!”
“I’m sure, but for her?”
“She’s a seasoned whore,” I say, “I’m sure she can handle it. And besides, she already has warning of what we’re up to.”
“OK,” Phil says as he holds onto his whore’s head with a mix of hesitancy and excitement. He presses downwards a little inexpertly, but it does the job. Phil’s hooker is pushed down, his cock disappearing upwards through those full lips of hers until no doubt the tip must be at the tonsils if not further.
A look of pure delight comes over Phil’s face as Sparky gags on his dick. He takes his hands off and she surfaces for air. For the first time since I’ve seen her a look of shock is across her pretty little face, but it’s only a few seconds before she’s back to rhythmically bobbing up and down on my partner in crimes cock.
“Damn,” Phil says admiringly, “I never thought she’d be able to throat the whole thing!”
“You never know till you try it.”
“And the third way?”
I slap the girl sucking on my cock. It’s not hard. The slap that is, not my cock. I don’t want to leave a mark or make her so traumatized that she flees the hotel room. Nor do I want to slap the cock out of her mouth.
A muffled squeal of surprise escapes around my cock. She pauses for a few seconds, but after a firm hand on the back of her head, she gets back to work.
Phil’s eyes go wide. “Man, you just slapped her!”
“I noticed.”
“And she doesn’t mind it?”
“Some girls like that sort of thing, perhaps not this one, but you never know until you try.”
Phil looks back to Sparky, her lips still working dutifully up and down his cock. “Do you think she’d mind?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Phil raises his hand hesitantly, and then brings his palm to her face. It’s not too hard, but still hard enough to elicit a little squeal of protest from her.
Phil looks down in wonder. “Feels good doesn’t it?” I say to him.
“Damn good.”
“Those are the three ways to know you’ve got a well-trained whore. Bitch, throat, slap. If she’s still sucking on your dick after you’ve pulled off those three you know you’ve got a good one.”
Shy girl is proving just what a ‘good one’ she is by continuing to slide my erection in and out of her mouth. I’m close to cumming, but it would be a shame to pop so soon, not when we’ve still got forty-five minutes on the clock and there’s so much more fun to be had. I reckon I’ve broken this girl in, and now it’s time to do the right thing and share her with Phil.
“Time for a swap,” I say. I lift Shy Girl off, my hard-on slipping from between her lips. Her cute face is looking up at me. She massages her jaw, seemingly glad that it’s over, but hesitant about what’s to come next. I admire her shapely form, running another hand up the inside of her long toned legs and across her stomach. The tight denim shorts and equally tight white top suit her shapely figure perfectly, but it’s now the time of night when I want to see what she looks like in just her underwear. Next to me, Phil has released his grip on Sparky’s head, and she sits back, no doubt wondering what’s to come next.
“Thank you ladies,” I say, “now stand up and let us admire you.”
Phil and I are still sat on the bed, shirts still on, shorts round our ankles. No doubt a ridiculous sight, but no one’s paying to look at us.
Sparky smiles as she slowly rotates, letting us admire those full breast that are threatening to burst out of that black lacy top. Following her lead, Shy Girl turns around, her large breasts bulging magnificently under her tight white top. Mostly she just looks glad not to have my erection slamming down her throat.
I look to Phil. “Time to undress these lovely ladies. Which one do you want?”
What an impossible choice! He looks from one to the other, hardly believing his luck. He points to Shy Girl. “I’ll take… that one. Whore Two.”
“Whore Two it is,” I say, and nod to the girls to swap places. I kick of the shorts from round my ankles and stand to place my hands on Sparky’s shoulders. She’s petite, her face just coming up to my chest. My erection tickles against her stomach. I run my hands down her black lacy top until they’re at her belly. I grip it in both hands, and pull it roughly up over her head. I hold the top above her, her hands held up and tangled within it. I run a hand over both of her fine breasts before throwing the top across the room and releasing her. I slap my cock lightly against her toned belly before running my hands down it to her skirt, finding the zipper and sliding it down her legs. Lastly, I take off those classy but ridiculously high heels, allowing her to finally stand normally in bare feet.
Next to me Phil has just removed that tight white top from Shy Girl’s chest. He’s now staring in wonder at her slim figure topped by two surprisingly large breasts that are now held in by just a black lacy bra. He sets to work on her short shorts, pulling them down over long soft legs before finally removing those glamorous but no doubt awkward heels.
We give the girls another twirl as we admire them anew in their scant undies. Then once again it’s time to set them to work. We remain standing this time round, the girls kneeling before us. Whore One runs her tongue across my head before she slides her full lips down my shaft. Just like I imagined, she’s a champion cock sucker. Phil looks like he can’t believe his luck as Whore Two opens her mouth to allow him to thrust his cock in. It looks like this night has taught him something, for he’s already unafraid of putting some extra pressure on her head to ensure she throats him properly. Pleasing ‘gugh, gugh, gugh’ sounds rise from both of our groins.
I ensure Sparky’s mouth stays firmly around my dick as I lean down just far enough to lift both beer cans from the floor. I hand one to Phil and we touch cans with a “cheers” before both lifting them to have a swig.
“Bang fucking cock,” Phil says, his inhibitions sliding away under the dual pleasures of a cold beer and a well-trained hoe. He turns to me. “Thanks for this.”
“My pleasure,” I tell him, and with Sparky’s well trained fingers fondling my balls and my cock sliding towards her throat, I couldn’t be more sincere.
“And thank you ladies,” Phil adds almost as an afterthought.
“Thank you ladies,” I agree. Neither of them reply. Their mouths are full.
We let them do their thing for a minute longer. Standing in a Bangkok hotel room having a beer while one of Thailand’s finest services your dick is no doubt a fine thing, but with two guys and two girls here, I think it’s time to mix things up and get creative.
I give Sparky a breather for a few seconds as I say “Phil, I’ve got an idea, let’s try something new.”
The first position is a scene I saw in a porno and have been waiting to try out for a while. We keep both girls kneeling on the floor, though we’re considerate enough to give them a pillow for their knees. Then we put them back to back, and without much explanation I move their arms back to link them around the arms of the hoe behind, locking them together at the elbows, the backs of their heads resting against each other. I admire my handiwork for a second, taking the time to enjoy the looks of confusion on both hoes faces as they look up at us wondering what’s to come next. It’s not hard to guess. Both of them are at ideal cock sucking height. Phil and I soon set to work. I slide my cock into Shy Girl’s mouth for a second time while Sparky opens up for Phil. Seeing Phil’s face just a couple of feet away from my own as we both thrust in and out of our girl’s mouths is a strange thing to get used to. But travelling is all about new experiences, right?
When things get a little too weird I look down to see Shy Girls and Sparky’s beautiful faces, their eyes lifted up to us, their cheeks bulging with each thrust of our cocks.
I’m inching ever closer to orgasm as I keep Shy Girl’s mouth firmly around my erection, but I’m not planning to blow my load just yet.
“Phil,” I say to my partner in crime, “have you ever spit roasted a girl?”
“That’s where one of us fucks a girl in the pussy and the other fucks the same girl in the mouth?” Phil is getting bolder.
“That’s exactly it,” I confirm.
“Never,” he says, “but I’ll give it a go.”
We allow the girls a breather once more, and when I give the word they unlink arms and stand up.
“One of you girls is in for a double treat,” I tell them, “but first let’s get you completely naked.”
I start work on Sparky, removing her bra to reveal two fine smooth breasts with pert nipples. I slide her knickers down her legs, revealing the cutest of asses and a patch of finely trimmed pubic hair.
Phil is working on Shy Girl’s bra, mouth open in wonder as her breasts are finally revealed in their full naked glory. He eagerly pulls of her knickers. Not wanting to appear rude, I pull of my t-shirt so that I too am fully in the nude. Phil does the same. Both our cocks are standing at full attention. All that we need now is to decide who’ll be receiving that attention.
I look from one girl to the other. “Phil, who are we double teaming tonight?”
“Damn, I really can’t decide…”
I lift my finger from one girl to the next as I recite an old school rhyme, updated with a very adult twist. “Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, which one of you will be our hoe?”
I land on Sparky. “Whore One it is,” I say. “join us on the bed.”
I lead her by the hand onto the bed. “Which side do you want, Phil, heads or tails?”
“Pussy is tails?” I nod in affirmation. “I’ll take tails,” he says, “I get to fuck her in both holes.” Phil goes back to his shorts pockets to fish out a condom.
Heads suits me. I plan on fucking Sparky’s mouth just as hard as I’d fuck her pussy, plus it saves me on rubbering up.
Thirty seconds later Sparky is one her hands and knees awaiting our cocks. Phil has pulled on a condom and clambers onto the bed. With one hand he checks if Sparky’s pussy is wet enough, and evidently liking what he finds, he thrusts in. At the same time I slide my cock into her mouth.
It’s difficult to say who’s having the most amazing time. Phil looks down on Whore Two’s cute little ass as he pounds away doggy style. I hold onto her head as my rod slides in and out of her throat. Sparky slides back and forth, being pounded from both ends. I still can’t quite get used to the sight of Phil’s pale naked body just three feet away pressing against Sparky’s beautifully soft, brown skin. But then I’m sure the sight of me facefucking the same whore that he’s fucking is not something that Phil thought he’d be seeing tonight. When things get a little too weird I look back down to Sparky’s cute little face as she obediently endures a thorough deepthroating.
Five minutes in Sparky suddenly begins to shake and pounds herself enthusiastically back against Phil’s groin. The muffled satisfied moan of an orgasm escapes from her dick filled lips.
Phil looks on smugly. He’s clearly not a bad lover. “Well done, Phil,” I say impressed, “you just made a whore cum!”
Through this all Whore Two is standing awkwardly against the wall, looking like she doesn’t know what to do with herself, but glad to have escaped our attentions for the time being.
Phil nods towards her and says exactly what’s been on my mind. “What are we going to do with her?”
It seems a waste to just leave her be. “I’m not sure,” I say thoughtfully as I hold Sparky’s mouth firmly onto my cock, “but we definitely need to set her to work doing something.”
“Hey, Whore number two,” I shout to her, “get over here.”
She looks about the room uncertainly before hesitantly pointing a figure to her own gorgeous naked form. “Me?”
“No the other whore just behind you. Yes, you! Come over here, we’re not finished with you yet.”
She continues to stand there nervously.
“I don’t think she speaks much English,” Phil says, “maybe we need this one to translate for us.”
“Ha, probably,” I say as Sparky continues to make the cutest of gagging sounds as my cock presses ever deeper into her throat, “but she has her mouth full.”
I nod over to Shy Girl again. “Get over here.” This time she complies, nervously crossing the room. She stands in front of the bed, eyes wide as she regards the sight of her fellow whore being tag teamed.
Finally, I let my erection slide from Sparky’s mouth to allow her to translate. “We need your friend to suck on one of our balls as we carry on working on you. Mine or Phil’s, she can decide.”
Sparky speaks quickly in Thai, and Shy Girl allows a brief glimmer of resentment to cross her face as she realizes the night isn’t over for her.
She clambers onto the bed, and after a seconds thought moves her face towards my end. No doubt the idea of a pussy, ass and balls in her face is less appealing than having just my balls in her face alongside Sparky’s pretty face.
She lines herself up beside Sparky, her face cheek to cheek with her fellow whore while at the other end their ass cheeks touch next to Phil.
I slide my cock back into Sparky’s mouth with one hand while with the other I maneuver Shy Girls youthful innocent face into my ball sack. I enjoy the spectacle for twenty seconds before swapping them around, with Sparky sucking my balls and Shy Girl getting far more sausage than she’s comfortable with slammed back down her throat.
At the other end, Phil continues to pound away at Sparky doggy style while now fingering Shy Girl and slapping her impossibly smooth shapely ass. It looks fun, but it can’t possibly be as much fun as I’m having.
With a bird in each hand, I’m swapping them over every ten seconds. One moment Shy Girl is getting throated while Sparky sets to work on my balls. The next Shy Girl’s nose is pressed into my balls while Sparky once again chokes down my cock. I watch in wonder at the drawl that dribbles from both of their lips, alternating ever faster.
Finally, I give both their throats a rest and have them sucking on a ball each, my erection throbbing above their faces. After such a thorough good time with both girls I don’t feel able to hold it in any longer. But it would be a shame to let good cum go to waste.
“I’m ready to pop,” I exclaim, “one of you girls better get your mouth back on my cock!”
Both Whore One and Whore Two look up to me as my balls slip from their mouths, but only Sparky understands what’s about to happen. She nods towards Shy Girl. I slide my cock fully into her mouth. Seconds later, an orgasm ripples through my body and warm cum is being pumped into Whore Two’s mouth. She gives a little squeal of surprise but I hold her mouth firmly in place. Still she struggles, and I have to give her a little slap as I say “stay, bitch!”
Shy Girl is getting dangerously close to pulling off my dick already, but fortunately her colleague recognizes the gravity of the situation. With two hands she joins me in pushing Shy Girls mouth further down my cock and making sure it stays there until the very last of my cum has been deposited into her mouth.
I release Whore Two. She looks up at me resentfully, her beautiful face a mess of slobber, sweat and just a little cum that somehow escaped being swallowed.
“Your friend took a cum bullet for you,” I tell Sparky, “how sweet”.
Shy Girl doesn’t look like she thinks it was sweet at all. She turns to Whore One with a mixture of resentment, shock and betrayal. Sparky just smirks.
It’s Phil’s turn now. With a series of increasingly aggressive thrusts he groans while he cums at the other end of Sparky. Finally, he shuffles back with a full condom and an expression of deep satisfaction.
Five minutes later, I’m stood atop the chair to retrieve the whores tips from the back of the wardrobe. “Well done, ladies,” I say “these were very well earned.”
We watch admiringly as the girls pull on their clothes, clad once again in figure hugging tops and shorts or skirts. Sparky gives a little smile of goodbye. Shy Girl looks like she doesn’t quite know what’s hit her. I watch them leave with a feeling of a job very well done.
Soon after Phil is dressed and ready to go. He drains the last of his beer. “Thanks for that mate, I’ve never quite…um…used a couple of whores quite like that before!”
“You’re welcome. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.”
“Oh I will! Safe flight home.” And with that he leaves.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be flying out of here, but I’ll be doing so with a smile on my face.