I suppose we’ve all heard of Thailand as the sex capital of the world....Ladyboys and all that....but the reality is multilayered and very complex. there's the “official” side, where the Thai government is trying hard to stamp out this image, but does allow, even encourage Ladyboy shows, they’re everywhere. And then there’s the sex tourism, which, if you’re a single Male rocking up at Bangkok airport, you’d better have a bloody good reason to tell immigration why you’re there. The guy in front of me got a real going over. Me? Not so much. So, the hotel concierge proved to be as good as I’ve heard, and after a few days, when I’m sure he checked out that I wasn’t a government spy, he suggested “bath house...very good.”
And so, it transpired, it was, but not at first. The city is relaxing, and the People wonderfully friendly. There are food stalls on the side of most roads, some look great, others, not so sure.
Ok, I was horny as fuck, but then I usually am. The bathouse was on a main road, and its frontage didn’t look like a shady, behind the scenes kind of thing.
Their service is amazing! A free drink on arrival, and a menu. Men, women, both, and a choice of bathing. I explained, with as much emphasis as as could that I was looking for the “ultimate Thailand experience” and the receptionist knew immediately what I wanted. She suggested a medium priced service, but I wanted the next one up. Hot stones, massage, then “personal bath, for you, very special.”
Then I got a mini fashion parade. Six women and six men appeared...well...five women, five men and two utterly stunning ladyboys. My god...honestly, you wouldn’t know.
So I got to choose three...obviously, one of each. Rules? "They say," said the receptionist.
One of the most erotic things I ever had was a lap dance when I visited Australia. The girl came to the house and did a private dance for me. I wasn’t allowed to touch her in any way, but I could masturbate. She had me cumming repeatedly. It was also obvious she was aroused. How she resisted her own urges I will never know.
Anyway, the hot stones were delightful, as was the room. Crisp white linen, bamboo walls and a stunning view beyond. Light and airy, as it should be since the rear wall simply wasn’t there. It was open, though not overlooked.
The massage...mmmmm what can I say? Three people working on me with essential oils...plus oils of my own? Yummy. I still wasn’t sure how to proceed though. Do I touch them? What are the rules here?
Then, the ladyboy took her bra off revealing tits to die for. Surgical implant,obviously, but done by a supremely talented surgeon. They were a little bigger than mine (bitch) but absolutely perfectly sculpted. Then her shorts came off to reveal a very pleasing dick!
The guy also stripped as did the girl....ok....so far so good....but?
When I felt the girl’s finger enter me, I knew that at least I was going to have a good time. Face down too....I love being fingered face down. The pressure on my bladder was intense and since I adore that "I’m gonna pee" feeling, things were going very well. The girl said something in Thai to the others and they all giggled like schoolchildren. She moved her finger again, and said something else in Thai and then in English to me. "You need pee?" I said, "If you keep doing that, yes." The ladyboy said, "You like pee?" Ohhh. I see. God I can be slow sometimes. "Girls. I like girl pee."
They seemed to know exactly what I like and when....not easy, since I am very complex sexually. But it seemed like they had decompiled my core software and knew exactly what I liked and when. The Ladyboy took my hand and placed it on her cock. Fuck me, but it was hard! And I mean painfully hard. Maybe Westerners don’t go for Ladyboys other than to look at, because it didn’t take long before she came. All over my chest.
The girl proceeded to rub it into my skin. Meanwhile the guy had gotten onto the couch between my legs and was soon inside me. God I’ve needed a cock more than I thought. Orgasms tore through me....one....two...three....four...they just kept...er....cumming. Meanwhile the girl was standing over my head and moved forward so her pussy was directly over my face. I took a chance and stuck my tongue out, it was, apparently, allowed. Another orgasm.
I truly lost count of how many times I came. They weren’t massive, I must admit, but you know, I’m damned if I know whether or not they were being controlled to be like that?
Then came the bathing. Shower, warm water, soaping, rinsing, three times in all, and we were all soaking wet with a mixture of water, baby oil and soap. By this time, all three were on the bed with me. And I felt the Ladyboy pressing against my asshole, well, why not? It’s been a while. She eased in and then the other guy plainly wanted my cunt....but it was never going to work with me on my side. Again.....how DO THEY KNOW.....we kind of rolled, so my ladyboy was underneath me, still in my ass, and the guy knelt between our legs and pushed into my cunt.
This was a first for me. Neither moved much, and I can’t claim that I was fucked like crazy, but trust me, their movements were enough...more than enough, and I felt something building inside me....really building. Something that told me the previous orgasms were just the preamble.
The girl squatted across my chest and very slowly and gently, peed on me. And that was all she wrote. My entire world erupted into what I can safely say was the biggest orgasm of my entire life. I have never cum so hard that I passed out, but holy FUCK!
I vaguely remember the guy pulling out of my cunt at precisely the right moment, and I both squirted and peed. Maybe that was what made my cum so huge.
I thought we were done, but no. More washing, oiling and then more washing. Finally I was wrapped up in towels and told, "You sleep now." The girl stayed with me as I dozed.
I must have been in there for four hours. I don’t think I have ever felt so good after sex.
Back at the hotel, the concierge looked up from his desk and smiled knowingly....cheeky bastard.
I must admit to a moment of panic....what the fuck had I done? I had certainly let my cunt rule my head, but that’s nothing new for me. Then, vaguely, I remembered the condoms. Phew!
Today, sight seeing. No more sex....well.....maybe.
Author:Cumquat | Category: Sex Stories Group Co-ed
