Adrift in bangkok

[Masterblaster140507]

She looks so similar to her boss, two ugly sisters? Bitch, she called me. She isn't aware of the mistake. Push, the curtain parts. I am inside. I am naked. A small Asian girl with number 43 on my thigh. 


Looking up at a large red faced middle aged American man with big belly and shaved head. Too many Buddweisers and burgers flashes through my still addled brain. He is a tourist... for sure a sex tourist, who moments before was watching me, a cheap bar girl, dance naked on stage with other whores. 


He chose me, after appraising me, my pussy.



Is this really to be our love nest? Faded green, plain walls. A dim bare light bulb hanging from a twisted wire. Decrepit lino flooring, a narrow bed with none too clean bedding, plastic headboard. A yellowed sink with tap dripping slowly. Not much room for anything else. Oh a small table, with 2 bottles of water and a toilet roll, that's all. No window. So different from my luxurious room at the Marriott. I have never been in a room like this before.
My heart is beating so hard, pounding... can he hear it? I don't think he is interested. Mamasan's words come back to me. '...Not allowed to wear underwear... not allowed to reject all the requirements of the guests'. I could never have imagined being with a guy like this. I wouldn't even look at him. All my boyfriends had been nice looking, polite, respectful. I was always considered desirable and could pick and choose. No wonder this... this brute had chosen me!
I look up at him, he has already undressed, just a towel round his waist, me already nude. We both hear heavy breathing and feminine gasps coming through the thin partition, a guy grunting away on the other side... not much privacy. I start to say there has been a mistake, I am British girl not a whore. He doesn't show any interest, is he even listening to a little Asian hooker?
He's not an educated type I quickly realize. I don't think he cares what I am saying. He doesn't have a kind face. I can smell alcohol on his breath, I guess he can smell it on mine. He towers over me, his bulging arms are strong, thicker than my thighs and heavily tattooed, his hands seem enormous, I feel sure they could meet around my slender waist...
I read his tattoos in awful fascination, US Marine Corps? An ex-soldier? And MAGA?? OMG no, I had always been afraid of guys like this, he smiles enjoying my worried expression. He visits one of the bars every night I imagine, it is midweek, so its fair to guess last night and the night before and the night before he has had a girl just like me. Not like me! I should not be here. I can't think straight, yes, I am slightly drunk, I forget where I should be, strange my lucidity keeps coming and going.
'On your knees Baby!' I recognize a Southern drawl... Alabama? Georgia?
He pulls away the towel reveal a long and already rising cock. He pushes me to my knees, his penis in my face. 'Enough waiting, little Thai whore likes a big white dick right?'. I certainly haven't had a dick this big right in my face. I try to say something but he's beyond listening. My mouth opening to speak he pushes his cock into my mouth before I can react.
My normal world is dissolving and bizarrely I find it difficult to separate normal from abnormal... in my confused state its getting hard to remember who I am... number 43? I am naked, on my knees in a brothel sucking a strangers now hard cock, surely I am a whore? Am I? I must be? I am licking his dick, holding it, and slurping on it. Can I stop now and tell him this is all a misunderstanding? My head is bobbing up and down, his cockhead pressing deeper down my throat until I gag. It is fully hard now. I am gripping it with two hands one above the other, and the head standing proud in my mouth.
I think I am married? My husband's penis is not like this. I lick his shaft along its full length, my tongue circling its head then flicking over its tip. Then my lips part and I draw him back into my mouth, while my tongue swirls around massaging him, stimulating him. I can't help it. More thoughts flit through my mind... my husband at work, assuming I am in my luxury hotel, in his wildest dreams never imagining his respectable wife could be here.
'Ohhh yeah, fucking-A, that's my little Asian cocksucker whore' he moans, as I look up at him, unable to respond with his throbbing meat filling my mouth. Is this my true nature?
'I think you're the cheapest little brown fucking machine I've had, Keep it up baby'.
'That enough suckie' he says at last. 'On the bed Baby'.
I am panting for breath but pause only momentarily for reflection, I know what is coming. There's no escape now, I've been drawn too far in. I'm afraid of him, but I am excited at the same time. How I could feel like this I can't quite comprehend, but it's undeniable. I am revelling in the realisation that I am completely in their power, I have lost control of my body. But I'm not on the pill! OMG, My heart is pounding... I don't want a baby. perhaps he will pull out? Yes surely?
Afraid to displease him, I clamber obediently onto the bed, and lie back facing him. He kneels and parts my legs firmly, looking intently at my face, enjoying my reaction, while I return his gaze wide-eyed and fearful. He studies my pussy, licking his lips. Is he going to lick me? What now?
Oh God... His hand on my flat belly, brushing over my pubes, I shiver as he stretches my labia apart then pushes a thick finger into my vagina, I can only whimper... He feels me contracting against his finger as he moves it in and out. OMG, I am wet! My body tingles, he removes his finger smiling... it is glistening, dripping with my pussy juice.
I'm on my back with my legs spread wide, a bull of a middle-aged sex tourist is kneeling between my open legs. I feel completely exposed. He slides two fingers into me this time. I am indeed completely at his mercy, used, moaning, I squirm on his fingers like a fish on a hook. His great bulk looms over me and his mouth seeks my nipples. Electric bolts shoot through me from this double assault.
He leans back. His cock looks huge, he spits on his fingers moistening the head then smears his penis against my pussy lips. I shudder with involuntary pleasure as his cockhead slides over my pussy, he brushes it back and forwards over my clitoris. With each pass my pussy lips part, spreading around the head of his cock and my juices flow freely mingling with his saliva. Oh wait! No condom... no! Please...
He doesn't care, that I'm not on the pill... his cock presses against my lips pushing them apart. I can only clutch the sheet, crying out with the shock as his meat forces entry, stretching me wide, in... in, further, deeper. He fills me as I have never been filled. I gasp horrified, exalted, His dick starts to move now, in and out, penetrating me deeper and deeper until he is buried to the hilt deep in my body.
He moves faster and faster. It is slamming into me again and again. I whimper with every thrust. Instinctively I throw my arms around him, clutching him to me. My splayed legs encircle his waist as my innermost secrets are exposed to his lust. It is endless, his mouth finds mine, and his tongue forces its way in twisting round my tongue slobbering into my mouth. I am revolted, captivated, It feels glorious; he paid for me, bought me. I belong to him.
Eventually the pain eases slightly, or is rather that another sensation rises, submerges it? I feel warmth spreading through my body. I yelp each time his cock contacts my cervix but I feel my body pushing up against him, I can't control it. I begin to feel an intense pleasure growing centred on the huge cock filling and throbbing deep inside me.
Suddenly he pulls out with a plop, Oh! Can I really be feeling cheated? I don't have time to think. He spins me over like a doll onto my hands and knees, I am like a small child beneath his great girth. Suddenly he is back inside, and again pain gives way to pleasure. His thighs slamming into my buttocks jerking my body forwards repeatedly, he slaps my ass and I cry out with shame and pleasure. I can hear myself:
'Unh! ...Unh!... Unh! ...Unnhh! ' I utter, In time with his pounding, forming a chorus with two girls through the thin walls on either side, we are all cheap prostitutes being fucked by our customers.
My mind is reeling, I veer from awareness back and forth into a fugue state suffused by pain from this huge cock deep inside me, stretching me, and feel utter pleasure increasing, increasing. I can hear myself whimpering with pain and pleasure. I am aware of a mobile ringing... my customers, I don't even know his name, picking up his phone form the rickety table.
He is speaking to a friend: 'Yeah, I'm in the bar now, haha, sure brothel, got me a nice piece of Gook poontang tonight...' Gook Poontang? Me? I know that term from Vietnam War movies. I look over my shoulder right into his camera phone. He has started filming video as he pounds into me.
'Oh god, Oh god...' I can't help saying, now my voice on film too, I can feel the pain being eclipsed by an exquisite pleasure, building, building, I am going to burst soon, it's not right, how much more... 'More...More... Oh my god, please'
'Fuck, she is one real little cockslut... really enjoy my cock? Tell me to fuck you, whore' he is intoning now to me, struggling to contain his own passion.
'Fuck me, please fuck me, fuck your little Asian whore' I pant in breathless tone straight into camera straight into camera, before looking away.
'Keep look into camera' he tells me. I really don't want to.
'Yeah, she's a bitch on heat, real piece of fuckmeat. Keep look into camera' he tells me. I really, really don't want to
'I told you to look at camera, bitch!' He spits into his palm and slaps my ass. Hard! I cry out in pain and can feel the red wheal forming on my buttock, all on film. I don't want that again. Reluctantly again I look over my shoulder into the camera.
'I don't know'. He says to his friend, 'What is your name, bitch?'
'Ying'. I say stupidly giving my real name before thinking. Oh shit, this is going to be on the web. 'I mean Kitty, I am called' I try to back track.
'Ying it is' he ignores me. He keeps filming my face,
'Oh god, yes, oh please' I beg him, I am close now, I am losing control while he is relentlessly pursuing his pleasure. He is clearly indifferent to my pain or pleasure... my pleasure? Pleasure, yes... I can't help it any longer.
'Ohhh god, I'm coming' I cry out.
And suddenly I am consumed by a climactic, shuddering orgasm bursting from my pelvis. An explosion of release, flowing through my body... involuntarily I buck against his cock in spasms, while a cry of joy and despair escapes my lips. I can't think, I can't speak, my back arching, my hands gripping, now clutching the rickety headboard, I feel shuddering spasm after spasm seemingly endless. How long had I been waiting for this, the wave gradually ebbs, but I can feel a second tsunami is approaching, He is pounding away faster, faster, deeper.
'Fucking amazing, did you see that? Uh! Fucking Ying... Uh! Yeah, real cock whore! She fucking came!' He says to his friend as the video continues rolling.
His deep grunts growing in intensity, louder, guttural. He is approaching climax. I am vaguely aware of the lack of condom, but I no longer even want him to stop... I push my body against his, desperate for more, rising to meet every thrust. I am a whore, I am approaching my second whore orgasm as he cries out.
'Oh fuck, Oh fuck! Fuckin-A!' He roars out and explodes.
I can feel his sperm spurting into me, I can feel it striking my cervix, as he jerks into me, his hands gripping my buttocks pulling me onto his cock. His semen squelches between his throbbing cock and my pussy. Oh god, am I already pregnant?
The thought of it pushes me over the edge and I erupt in a blinding sensation of intense overwhelming ecstasy. My pussy contracting in spasms, gripping his cock, driving him crazy. I feel blackness coming over me and I collapse onto the bed, consciousness slipping from me. My last sensation is of his weight collapsing on me, his throbbing cock still pulsing cum into my womb as he lies on top of me. I don't know how long I am out.
I feel a sting on my ass, a slap. It is the second mamasan. I am still lying face down, I turn my head. She is looking down on me: A naked whore, with cum smeared over my ass, around my pussy lips, over my swollen clit, and a small stream trickling out of my vagina into a pool on the bed. Who am I? Where am I? My mind is numb, but I still feel a glow of tingling warmth between my legs. A 100 baht note is on the table, my tip... Less than £2.50!
'You real whore', she says approvingly. 'Quick! Wipe cum, is no time for shower, now. Haha, now you get baby yes? Next customer want Number 43'. I have rolled over onto my back, bewildered, questioning, looking up at her.
No point trying to hide my nudity. I am just another Asian whore. I slowly stretch out my hand reaching for the toilet roll on the table. Obediently wiping up the mess, smelling the semen issuing from my interior. I try to get as much as I can out of my pussy with the tissue... so much. He had filled me with his milky fluid, with his cock corking me, his sperm must have flooded through my cervix filling my uterus too. I am lying on the bed, my legs still parted, having thrown the tissue in the bin when the curtain parts, another guy standing before me, smiling.
'Mmmm, very nice', he says over his shoulder to Mamasan, looking at my ragged open pussy.
She reaches past him, dropping a packet of condoms on the bed.
'You enjoy her, she good girl, give you nice boom boom, yes?' This last is for me. I look at her and nod meekly. What can I do? Say that I am in the wrong place? That I am a married woman, educated, wealthy? I have become nothing more than, what was that term I heard earlier? Yes, Asian fuckmeat, that's me.