More on BJ and also the Penthouse Limo
does anyone know about the penthouse hotel limo ? it says on their site:-
executive privacy "champagne" hostess service. collection at the airport by private customized limousine 2 hostess / introductory escorts, who will meet you at the airport arrivals 2 bottles of ice cold bar champaign (sic) and cool towels to smooth your journey to pattaya......maybe a therapeutic thai massage on arrival !!! .. or .. before?!?!
and
select a movie from our cd/dvd library (two flat screen tv's) and settle down in the luxurious leather swivel chairs, complete privacy from both our driver and the outside world...cold towels to smooth away the stresses of travel in the company of our playful hostess guides, with complete privacy.
and drop off to usa (sex prison):-
"your fond farewell to thailand, lasting memories !"
anyone able comment on the playful hostess and the "therapeutic thai massage" en route ? i take it that means massage of their cervix and tonsils ?
to think of that contrasted with the old broiler hens known as flight attendants on united airlines ?
we need "nana plaza airlines" to while the time away over the pacific.
The Waitress from Carousel Attack of the Gape
when we got into the room, we made out for 10 minutes or so, and then we talked for another 10 minutes. she asked me why my computer is always on, and why there is a video and slr camera on the desk all the time. i told her it's because i have a very bad memory and i need to take photos of everything so i remember. i asked her if it would be ok to take photos, and to make video of us as we had sex. she laughed, and then jokingly said 'suuuure, up to you.' this was clearly a joke, but...
this time we showered together, me washing out her cracks pretty well, and she washing out my butt crack again, with intentions to do some tongue probing. i also spent time washing her legs and feet, which was a genuine pleasure. while her hands are beautiful, her feet are less so. well, they're not ugly, but she had black polish on, which is just a losing proposition in my book. i have a theory that such polish is used to hide things, like fungus or yellowing nails, or whatever. but the structure of her foot was much like her hand longish toes, well spaced, well shaped, with nice, large nails. her legs, you already know of their beauty, and of course her ass was large, round and spectacular. after i had soaped her, rinsed her repeated, and then repeated once more just for narcissistic pleasure, she dismissed me, as she had some feminine washing to do (with her little bottle of feminine wash). so i walked into the bedroom and started puttering around aimlessly.
i was reminded of that very first time i ever walked in to a house of ill repute, back when i was a tender 19 years of age. as i waited for the lady of my choosing to arrive in the room, i found myself puttering aimlessly, fidgeting with the various knick-knacks in the room, trying to distract my mind from freaking out about what was to come. the fact that i am now two decades more experienced does not seem to have changed my behavior in the slightest.
as i fidgeted, i'm not sure what came over me, but my video camera was sitting on the desk, and so i just hit the record button and came back to the bed. hmm, is kumbu about to be naughty?
she came in and jumped into bed and we started to fool around immediately. i was keenly aware that we were under the sheets, and so the camera was not catching anything of this. what's the point? so i asked her to do me a favor.
waitress: what?
kumbu: can you stand up for me?
waitress: stand? what?
kumbu: i want to see your beautiful body. can you stand up for me?
she unabashedly stood up for me, giving my camera a full ass-legs view of her. she then started doing a little writhing for the camera (unbeknownst to her, of course), and then she turned around and showed the other side. damn, this is not right a secret camera is not really my style, but it was totally getting me off.
i was raised right, or so i like to tell myself, and so i couldn't go through with it. i could either fess up and potentially freak her out, or...
i said to her can i use video camera, seriously? she realized i was not joking and said she does not want things on the internet, especially her pussy and her breasts. so i told her that (i) we would leave the camera on the desk (thereby minimizing the chance of her pussy being shown on camera), and (ii) i would never release the video. she crooked her pinky, and i took it with mine. she did not even ask for any extra cash, which she easily could have done.
so i got up and pretended to fiddle and foddle with the camera, and then set it down in the very same spot. i motioned her to the foot of the bed, and right before the camera, i had her kneel and give me a bbbj. she was a little nervous about it, but i told her to forget about the camera and focus on me instead. she chuckled at that little tactic, and agreed.
she gave me quite a sloppy bbbj, although it wasn't superb or professional in any way. but not bad. i thought about unloading on her face for the money shot, but decided against it. instead, we did some serious daty and rim-jobbing for around 20 minutes (none of which was terribly interesting on tape afterwards). at one point, she was kneeled down revealing all her glorious girl-parts, and i was double fingering her pussy while my thumb was ass-poking her. i slowly pressed my fingers and thumb together so that my thumb could feel my two fingers through the wall that separates the vagina from the rectum. female biology it's pretty amazing. she let me stretch things out gently, by me opening up my two fingers to make a scissors kind of hand shape. as i did that, my thumb went into her ass all the way down to the knuckle. it was tough going getting it in all the way, but she slowly relaxed and there i was. i slowly pulled all digits out of her, leaving her with a double gape something i have never done before.
the odor was definitely there a faint, musky, human smell. but it was certainly not like opening the door to a public restroom in mexico. no, while the odor was there, it was really a residual smell, more like the new-car smell it isn't really something you can put your finger on, but it is real, and quite delightful.
i gazed down at my masterpiece, and admired the symmetrical lines and vibrant colors. the inside of her pussy was a sharp, intense pink color, like ripe grapefruit. the clit, hood and lips were a darker hue, although not much darker. the taint was a deep, full red color, kind of like watermelon, and her ass was a lighter brownish color, a little like lightly tanned leather. she had little hairs around her asshole, which didn't bother me at all. her ass cheeks fell away from the ass elegantly, leaving behind a visual feast that would destroy cities, stop a tornado in its tracks, obliterate a man's soul in an instant, neutralize a nuclear explosion. christians believe we were made in god's image, and that's true, but it is this image we're talking about. the face that launched a thousand ships? fuck that, it wasn't helen's face, it was exactly this view right here which launched a thousand ships her kneeled-over, open-ass, open-vagina exposition to her lover.
looking down at the open ass gape, i wondered what is wrong with me. i have wondered this many times: why do i enjoy sticking parts of my body into women's asses? it's bizarre behavior really, if you think about it logically. is it the taboo of it? is it the forbidden fruit syndrome? i don't think so: homosexuality is a forbidden fruit, but that fruit is insipid to me. i have walked in to some of those lady boy bars at nep, and much to my surprise, i get absolutely nothing from them. i mean, not even a little bit of a twinge. but that is a totally forbidden fruit and a major-league taboo, so i don't think that is it. but there i was, kneeling, looking down at a gaping vagina and a gaping asshole, and for whatever reason, the asshole held more interest to me.
i tried to look inside (i can't believe i am typing this!), just to see what was inside there. i felt like a monkey at an ant hill, peering in very gingerly wondering if the hole would provide any providence. i bobbed my head this way and that, trying to angle her ass so the light would shine directly in. but the hole was slowly closing, as her sphincter began to tighten up. shit (no pun intended), i have to get a good look before the door closes! i managed to get her ass angled just right and caught a few glimpses of the promised land beyond.
i felt like brigham young, the founder of the church of jesus christ of latter-day saints (an off-shoot of mormonism), as he reached the peak of the rockies and looked down at the bountiful paradise beneath him. and like him, i said to myself, i shall make this my home. and herein i shall live, i shall work, and i shall bugger all and sundry that comes my way. and if we need to establish a social and religious way for me to bugger 10 women at a time, so be it.
i asked her if she does toot, and she took a moment to explain the geometrical challenges of ass sex. there is an incompatibility between the diameter of her hole and the general girth of most falang's pokers. so given the size of little kumbu and the minimal aperture of her asshole, she said it ain't gonna happen. ok, ok, i get it: square peg, round hole kind of thing. but she was happy to let me finger her ass, since she not only douched but enemaed herself in the shower. how considerate was that? it also explained the new car smell i was talking about earlier.
and so we went back to the girl-part playing. this must have continued for a further 5 minutes before the trojan emerged, and fully sheathed, little kumbu went to work. cue the bonanza theme song.
it was funny, but the camera was my audience, and so this time i felt like i was actually performing. it was just so weird doing it for the sake of visual effect i felt myself doing things that you see in porno movies, which i always thought were so damned cheesy, but i can now see why it is done. you know, certain body positions, like leaning back excessively, or entering from the side (to give the camera a good view). we tried a variety of positions, some of which worked, some of which did not.
somewhere in the middle of this series of positions, we went into missionary, but she did not do the traditional missionary. instead, she forced her legs up over her head and put them almost behind her head, flat against the bed. she was so flexible, she was almost flat as a pancake. i'm amazed i did not notice this the last time i was with her, but it was great!
so anyway, i was getting close, so of course i wanted to end in doggie, so i motioned her to move to the foot of the bed (closer to the camera), and we did it on this little cushioned dresser thingy that sits at the foot of the bed (it's like a little bench with a cushion which you're supposed to sit on as you dress, i suppose).
reaching the peak of the crescendo, climax approaches, kumbu groans excessively like the porn star that he is not, collapses onto her in a fit of relief and regret, whimpering like the feeble man that he finds himself. she reaches around and starts caressing his arms and shoulders, soothing him, praising him for his valiant battling, consoling him for his ultimate defeat. she whispers his name, tells him how well he did, how she was grateful. hush, hush, little kumbu, you are safe now. we maintain our position for a few moments, and then the clean-up operation begins.
so we showered individually, and when i got out i was damned tired. i had not slept properly in weeks, and working all day and playing all night is just damned crazy. it starts to affect your perception of reality, and to warp your grasp on normality. i needed sleep, this much i knew, and given that i had just ejaculated, my fatigue was compounded.
but girlie wanted to talk.
look, before you judge me, i like pillow talk, i really do. i think you learn so much about these girls after the act things that you would never hear at any other time. this is because they have just performed their act, and they can now be honest with you. they can now tell you about things unrelated to the sex industry, or things that you may not want to know before hand. so usually, i look forward to these moments, i savor them, i cherish them. but not tonight i was beat, and i needed the pillow more than the pillow talk.
but girlie, sweet as she is, had a lot to say for herself. she was very eager to explain various aspects of her life. how she tells her mama/papa that she works at a bar, and she is a waitress, but that she never goes with customers. and this is one reason why a girl with such a smoking hot body does not strip and dance. she told me about her frustrations with her english skills, and how she has two teach-yourself packages at home, which don't seem to work. she told me about her childhood, and how she was told by everyone that she would not amount to anything in life except a sex object, and she was determined to bust that mold. through the haze of fatigue, i vaguely remember smiling at the irony of that statement. there were many, many such fascinating bits of information pouring from the sweet heart's mouth, but kumbu being the selfish, fatigued individual that he is, could not muster the responses that her tender candor deserved.
she eventually noticed that my eyes were unfocused, and she began her slow movement towards the door. in all, after the showers, it took an hour and a half for her to leave. and when she did, she gave me a sweet, barely-open-mouthed kiss, followed by a tight hug that lasted a full 20 seconds, and then she turned around and walked out the door.
kumbu, spent, nevertheless regretted not giving her the feedback and validation that she seemed to be craving. i wish i could have done that for her, but you can't fight biology. i walked back to the bed, collapsed and did not even turn off the camera.
for the inevitable requests for the video, i would ask you not to waste your time.
