The title of this post seems like an oxymoron of sorts. Why seduce a girl whose job it is to forgo the seduction for the sake of money? Well, she may be taking money to be sexed, but there are many ways she could sex you. I don't particularly enjoy the actual orgasm part of sex – I far (FAR) prefer all that precedes it. The groping, kissing, nuzzling, caressing, smelling, teasing, suckling, nibbling, biting, etc. I have found that a gogo girl will allow you to copulate, but if you want to really enjoy these more sensual things, you need to expend some energy and time in making her feel comfortable. She needs to feel invested in it to really open up to you, and this is my goal. The proverbial pearl within the oyster shell, and all that stuff. You could try to do it with extra money, but where's the challenge in that?
So with that in mind, back to the last installment of the jaw-droppingly long report on a single night. To summarize, here is what happens:
- Find out that the girl has a child
- End up talking on the bed for 30 minutes of so
- Shower and foreplay, during which I discover a new move, dubbed The Kumbu
- Orgasms galore
- sweaty, vigorous finish...sleep, and a happy end to our story.
As we are walking back to the hotel, she tells me about her child. She then explains that no matter what, she needs to leave by 3am so she can get home and prepare breakfast for her child. I thought to myself 'great, the best of both worlds.'. Since I am not a multiple popper, I don't really want the morning shag, and so I much prefer it when the girl leaves so I can sleep soundly. There was a discussion of this on this board a little while ago, so I'm sure some of you relate to this. Anyway, the plan then was to sex up until 3am, and then let her be on her way, and I was more than cool with that.
I did, however, protest, telling her that I consider a 3am departure ST not LT. She disagreed, putting forward a cogent argument: ST is 2-3 hours, rushed and off she goes. But the 3am thing is whatever I want to do for the next 4-5 hours, and she will give me the attention that LT demands. So I said I will only pay LT if I get special attention, to which she held out her pinky. I crooked her pinky with my pinky, and our bond was made.
We get into the hotel, and by now I am exhausted. My head is buzzing with fatigue, my eyes are barely open, and when I glance into the mirror I see they are blood shot. Crap. But I just spent hours scouring Pattaya's finest to get this beauty with a truly bejeweled ass into my room, I am sure as shit not going to crash. But things need to happen quickly, so as soon as we get in I suggest a shower. She scoffs and scolds me for being so pushy. Hmm. Is this how she milks it through to 3am? She says we should talk first and then take a shower later.
Ordinarily I would have pushed back. She is the one getting my money. She either puts out or fucks off – that's the regular deal, right? But I looked at her face, and into her sultry eyes, and through my bleary, blurry vision, I sensed something special might come from this. So I played along. She took off her little white dress and we lay on the bed, her in bra and panties, me fully clothed, and we talked for 15 minutes. Actually, SHE talked for 15 minutes, I listened, nodded, occasionally murmured my agreement. Meanwhile, I was caressing her bare legs, her soft belly, the top of her breasts, her neck, her back. Yummy, this was all good, albeit slower than I would have preferred. But during this process of careful examination of her body proportions, I came to fully appreciate the splendor of her body. She was, in my mind, phenomenally beautiful. She has exactly the proportions I desire: slender, sexy legs, large round ass, pert, full breasts, skinny waist, wide hips - it could not be better.
She told me more about her child, her now-dead husband, her previous falang boyfriend who she recently split up with, how she provides for her daughter, blah blah blah. The stories came so fast and thick, and I was in such a state of fatigue, I felt like (start metaphor) a boat that had been ripped from the dock in a storm, being thrashed around, pulled this way and that, and I was unsure if I would end up being smashed against the reef or some other boat, or whether I would end up (end metaphor) with my tongue deep inside her succulent pussy.
After I had patiently listened and shown my sensitive side, she pulled back with a somewhat quizzical expression on her face and said something about what a great listener I am. I thought, “Thanks, umm, can I taste your pussy now?” She held up her hand and pronounced in an authoritative voice: “Shower!” She pulls off her bra (mmm, tasty boobies) and instructs me that we shall shower together. She prances off to the shower while I rip off my clothes. Upon entering, she ogles my dick and mocks its size. Yeah, yeah, falang have big dicks. Big dicks with big wallets, chai may?
So she scrubs me down, lathers me up, washes me off, and dismisses me while she tends to herself. I do not object, and obediently dry off and wait in prey for her in the bed. She arrives, fully naked for the first time, fresh and clean. Fucking hell, the sight of that perfect body, fully naked and damp from the shower just boosted me into the stratosphere. Energy coarsed through my body like heroine as the plunger goes down. She was simply magnificent. A vision of divine beauty, if you believe in that kind of thing. Actually, millions of years of evolution have selected precisely these features she possesses as the most likely to lead to successful procreation, and it showed in the enormity of my erection.
She walked around the room switching off light after light, and as she did so my eyes were glued to her ass. I began the recitation of the sacred sacraments:
“Holy God of All That is Good, if you exist,
We thank you for this, our daily ass.
Hallowed be its name,
The Ass's will shall be done,
in the name of the left cheek, the right cheek, and the truly divine that is in between
Amen.”
She slipped into the sheets and started to giggle, thrashing around like a little puppy. She opened up and offered herself to me, and my hands were all over her in an instant. Such soft, firm skin, with perfect proportions, my dick was wet already. I kissed her neck, receiving a soft gasp. I moved closer to her ears, to which she responded very positively. I spent a few minutes there, all the while we were giggling and teasing each other. It was delightful. She slowly turned her back on me, which is somewhat unusual – it suggested a comfort with her ass which is relatively rare amongst Thai girls. So I kissed my way down to her shoulders and then down her back, gently blowing air onto the micro hairs on her back (again, getting soft murmurs of appreciation all the while). She was so responsive, so natural, and so warm, it was well worth that 15 minutes of small talk I endured. This was my just reward, and one that I goddam earned.
I got down to her hips, and rather than brutishly going straight into her butt flesh, I restrained myself. Well, sort of. I gently, sensuously kissed the top line of her ass, you know, where the butt meets the small of the back. As I did this, she arched her back – fuck yeah! Her now-rounded ass moved right into my waiting, greedy hands. I groped the fucking living hell out of her ass while I gently kissed her hip line. This mixture of textures, in a sense, really got her going – something I had not planned, and may very well use again. Let's call that move The Kumbu, shall we? You are free to use it, but please do so sparingly, and I would appreciate a reference.
So after a good long time working The Kumbu, I worked my way around to her belly. Poong pui, the ubiquitous refrain of gogo girls with respect to their bellies. Hers was mildly poong pui (I mean ever so slightly), but fuck I love that. So I kissed it for a while, and then slowly descended. I gently skipped over her pussy, getting a slightly startled look down from her, and started to kiss her thighs, inside and out. She groaned in appreciation. After a few moments of thigh-flesh sampling, I pulled up to her pussy. It was a well trimmed pussy, the hair styled into a thin one-inch vertical line right down the middle. The hair was soft, unlike most shaven pussies, which was great. I looked up at her and asked permission, to which she whispered her assent.
And so it began. Gentle, probing, soft, kissing. The pussy was fresh – she must have used one of those vaginal cleansers while in the shower (that's why she dismissed me) because it was just delicious. I whispered my appreciation of the quality, and she whispered her appreciation of the effort. As I worked my tongue, she would occasionally groan and gasp, but there was relatively little feedback. No 'Oh yeah', or 'right there', or 'faster'. Just the occasional groan and gasp. I worked it for a good 10 minutes until my leg (?) started to cramp up. Damn, so I had to change position, which broke the momentum, and I had to start all over again. No worries, I worked it for another 7-8 minutes and I was beginning to get tired again, when out of the blue she recoiled in an instant. It was as if I was hurting her, and she squealed a few times. Behold the pearl within the oyster: I recognized the signs of an orgasm, and I was fully gratified. She moaned in Thai about how she had finished (not sure what exactly she was saying, something like 'siao leew' – anyone care to translate this?), and that she needed a few moments because she was now sensitive.
She complained that she had tried to hold back but she came anyway so now she feels bad. I comforted her, telling her that it made me happy. Truth be told, I wanted to continue a little more – I had not really probed the inside of her pussy with my tongue, it had been almost entirely clit oriented. So after some convincing, we agree to shoot for #2. This time she was far more overtly responsive – groaning, wiggling, squirming, gasping, and coming in less than 5 minutes. She squealed some more about siao leew, and and we relaxed for a few moments to let her get her breath back. After a long 60 seconds, I indicated we should go for #3. She laughed, paused, and then petulantly heaved her hips upwards and stuck her pussy into my mouth!
So # 3 was a little different. I pulled her legs up in the air and above her head, revealing her pussy/asshole in a tight,close area. I worked her pussy from top to bottom, spending a good amount of time on the area between the pussy and asshole. Every once in a while I pulled back to take a look at her asshole, and it was...immaculate. I hesitated testing her limits, but after a few minutes I thougth 'to the bold go the spoils'. So I carefully slipped my tongue down onto her asshole and rimmed her for a few moments, enjoying the taboo of it. I expected her to pull back or indicate discomfort, as often happens, but she gasped and seemed to enjoy it, quite to my surprise. Her asshole was exquisite. It was a light pink color, a tight, tiny mound of flesh, and perfectly proportioned. As I gazed down at the hypnotic symmetry of her asshole, I thought to myself that this is where her shit comes through, and that I should be disgusted to do this, but damn it was intoxicating pleasure of the highest order.
So after a few moments of delightful rimming, I went back to her pussy and within 3 minutes #3 arrived. A few moments of gasping breathing and I held up four fingers with an inquisitive expression. She laughed, and she said ok, but this time with me inside her. I jumped up, dug through my luggage for my Walgreen's Trojans, popped one on, and slipped into her naturally, like a well-oiled sword into its sheath. She was not super tight, but far tighter than I expected, given her child. I didn't penetrate all the way, working about half my dick, and this worked well for her.
#4 arrived four or five minutes later, all the while in missionary position. That was a good signal to switch out, so we moved into cowgirl. This was surprisingly gratifying because for the first time I was able to pay attention to her large breasts. They're not ginormous, but very ample – more than a handful each. So I suckled while she bucked and gyrated. She did not come from CG, so after a few minutes of this I switched into doggie.
I know this is my weakness, and so I was expecting to end the whole thing here. This was the last scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, where Butch and Sundance are about to run out to face of the entire Bolivian army. Even though Sundance says he has a plan, there can be only one outcome.
She pulled up onto all fours, and rotated so I was staring right down into the eternal abyss. I sat there for a moment, dick in hand, looking at the beautiful sight of her haunches spread for me, awaiting my entrance, her head cocked looking back at me with a sly smile. Gentlemen, a more beautiful vision there is not in this world. This is what man was made for – to gaze down at a woman on all fours, waiting to be fucked. I then looked down at my dick, now the color of pomegranate. Hush little guy, you shall receive absolution. You have been disciplined, so please enter this holy place now, and confess thy sins. With that, Little Kumbu entered her sanctified temple, and a few heaves later, collapsed upon the alter of lust in a sweaty, gasping pile of spent Kumbu.
The rest is a blur. She showered, we cuddled for an indeterminate amount of time, and as 3am approached, she asked for permission to leave. I was asleep within moments of the door closing behind her. She left with a smile on her face and 2000 Baht in her purse.
At 6:15am, a mere 3 hours after I fell asleep, I was wide awake, unable to hide from the pangs of jet lag. Damn, this is going to be a tough day.
