My Deal with David

Classmates Philip and David make an arrangement. Philip will write all of David's essays. In exchange, David will finance a hooker-filled Thailand vacation.

Part One

One of the great things in life is to have a well-to-do buddy who is willing and eager to spend his wealth on you. I, Philip Dinsmore, was so blessed to have David Fraser as a close friend beginning in the second grade and continuing all the way through the last day of high school. We enjoyed watching sports and movies together. We also liked chasing girls. As for academic pursuits, we had nothing in common. Zero. Zilch. Nada. I was a gifted student while David was utterly uninterested in anything scholarly. He once bragged to me that he had gone through his entire school career without ever having read a full book. I thought that was an odd “achievement” for David to take pride in. I would have been horribly embarrassed by it. David wasn’t, not even slightly.

Starting in the fourth grade, David found out he could conveniently buy my services for himself. When he was nowhere near completing a geography project about the Great Lakes on the day before it was due, he persuaded me to write a “half-assed” report for him that he could fraudulently submit as his own. He gave me $10, which was the equivalent of a month’s allowance back in 1974. I accepted payment in advance. “Don’t make it your level or anything close to it,” David cautioned me. “If it’s too good, Mrs. Kingsford will be suspicious. Make a few spelling mistakes here and there, and be a little bit sloppy, too.” I followed those instructions. David got a C—a grade which was perfectly alright with him, and I had a $10 windfall to blow. It was a scenario we’d repeat time and time again over nine years.

During the first week of our final high school year, David came up with a very interesting proposition for me to consider. He and his widowed father were going on an extensive, month-long trip to Thailand a few days after the school year ended. His father said I was welcome to tag along provided I paid my own airfare. David said he would secretly reimburse me as long as I did all his history and English assignments that year. He was quite candid about it. David told me. “If you don’t do them for me, Philip, I’ll fail those courses for sure. If I fail them, I don’t graduate.”

I said the trip to Thailand certainly interested me as I had never been out of North America in my entire life. In contrast, David was a well-traveled young man. I thought that was a great example of life being unfair. I’m sure I would have appreciated and enjoyed touring the historic sites of Europe far more than David did. When I didn’t immediately agree, David sweetened the pot even more by offering me $1,000 in cash to cover any sundry expenses in Thailand, plus “several trips to a few places that would be of interest to my penis.”

That statement puzzled me greatly, so I naturally said, “What?”

“Whorehouses, my friend,” he explained. “Thailand is the adult version of Disneyland. It’s home to some of the best hookers and brothels on the planet. I ought to know. This will be my fourth trip there.”

As I liked sex as much as any other typical high school senior, and I’d always thought Asian girls to be very attractive, that was a great sales pitch he dangled at me. “Count me in!” I happily told David after just a short deliberation.

Over the course of that academic year, I typed five different papers for him to turn in as his own. As I had been doing since the fourth grade, I dumbed them down intellectually so I would not be suspected of writing them. David got four Cs and a B on them. “That B was a little bit scary,” David warned me. “I know it’s almost impossible for you not to write a great essay, Philip, but remember this is supposed to be work coming from me—and I’m a well-known dummy when it comes to school.”

Our ruse worked. The day David told me he was officially going to graduate, he gave me a blank check to pay for my return airplane fare From Cincinnati to Bangkok and $1,000 worth of baht, the national currency of Thailand. “I’ll take care of paying for your hookers when the time comes,” he advised me. “I think you’ll like sampling Thai pussy, Philip! In fact, I guarantee it!”

Part Two

We did not stay in a Bangkok hotel. David’s father, Craig Fraser, was a prominent international businessman who had acquired many friends all over the world. We were the houseguests of an Asian financier whom Mr. Fraser had known for many years. Overall, David’s father was very pleased that I had made the long trip overseas to provide his son with company and, as he put it, “to keep him on the straight and narrow”. However, David’s father knew very well our days wouldn’t often be spent at museums and other wholesome tourist attractions. “A safe dick is a happy dick,” he cautioned us with a grin. “Always wear a condom when you start screwing the local whores.”

David showed me how experienced he was as a Thailand tourist the first day after our arrival. “We’re going on a bus trip this morning,” he advised me. “It leaves in 25 minutes. The further you travel from Bangkok, the cheaper the price of a hooker is. They’re usually friendlier, too.” I could tell that David was speaking from personal experience.

We rode a bus to a small suburb with which David was clearly familiar. He knew which way to head when the bus reached its destination. Five minutes later we were strolling on a street that seemed to have nothing but brothels with girls of all sizes and ages available for business. They saw David and me as potential customers and began waving at us to attract our attention. I followed David as he seemed to know the protocol.

I was just eying the possible opportunities when I glanced at one nymphet whose charms attracted me. She was dressed to accentuate her obvious youth: She wore yellow hair ribbons, tight white shorts, an off-white t-shirt that had a clown motif on it. She was barefoot.

David saw that I fancied her. “I always figured you liked girls of a certain demographic,” he said knowingly, using a term I didn’t think he knew. “I remember when I was dating Bonnie Pfeister, you seemed more attracted to her little sister than by busty Bonnie’s assets.”

I didn’t want to talk about the Pfeister girls at this particular moment. I wanted to find out more about this cutie I was gawking at. “Do you think she’s a sex worker?” I asked. “Maybe she’s just a passerby.”

David laughed at that idea. “No girl who is standing in front of a brothel in Thailand is ever just a passerby, Philip! I guarantee she’s an employee like all the other girls.” Just to be certain, David asked the young man stationed in front of the business if that girl was available. The man spoke passable English and confirmed she was. The price for an hour of her services was $4 in American cash. Humorously, the man in charge insisted she was 14 years old.

“If he says so, who are we to question it!” I said.

David concurred. He didn’t care about such trivialities, either. He figured it was a fabricated number that officially existed to satisfy local law enforcement. He quickly got back to more practical matters. “Let me finalize the arrangements, Philip. She’ll be very friendly with you. I’ll make sure of that.”

“That’s great, but how can you guarantee that, David?” I asked him.

“I’ll pay her boss five times the going rate—$20. He’ll tell your bedmate to give you the time of your life. Consider it your reward for helping me pass my English course last semester.”

I thanked David for his generosity in advance. For himself, David opted for a busty girl who was a bit on the lanky side and definitely at least 18 years old. He paid the usual $4 fee to have carnal fun with her. We promised to meet outside the brothel when we were both done. That was important for me because David knew his way around. I’d be lost without him.

My girl’s grasp of English was weak, but she did make it clear that her name was Dao—which I later learned translated to “star.” She insisted we “would fuck for a good time.” I said that was the entire purpose for my visit. I’m not sure if she understood that sentence. In fact, I highly doubted it.

The brothel was comprised of eight rooms each with a number to identify it. Dao led me to Room #6. (“Best bed here!” she told me.) She must have meant by size, because it looked quite old to me. It was a plain mattress set in the middle of the floor covered with a single bed sheet. There was also one metal chair in a corner and a few hooks on the wall for customers to hang their clothing. That was about it for the room’s décor.

Dao did her best to try to communicate something to me in her quaint, broken English. “Boss man says you get two hours of boom-boom with me for $20 and you can come as often as you wish.”

This was all very new to me; I wasn’t sure what the normal routine was at a Thai brothel—or any brothel for that matter. Was there a time limit for each customer based on what you paid? If so, what was it.? Was there a cum shot limit that trumped the time limit—and if so, what was that? I had so much to learn about this subculture-because I knew I’d be here often. I assumed that David’s enormous overpayment was getting me extras. I thanked Dao for the information.

“Boss man is always very fair with customers,” she replied. “He is my brother.”

Yikes! That tidbit of info startled me. Anyway, I certainly wasn’t going to let it deter me from my mission—to give Dao a good fucking.

Dao removed her t-shirt to expose her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra as she didn’t need one. Nevertheless, her small breasts were total turn-ons for me. I couldn’t wait to nibble on her nipples! Her shorts and panties came off next. I noticed Dao’s panties had Cinderella on them.

I likely set a new speed record for disrobing. I cavalierly flung my clothing on the nearby chair and joined Dao on the mattress. It was spacious enough for the two of us to do a lot of maneuvering—which is what I planned on doing for the next two hours. I quickly engulfed Dao in my arms, put my face on her torso and began licking her goodies thoroughly. As I started to seriously suck on her nipples, Dao began to gently stroke the shaft of my penis which needed little stimulation. It was quite hard already.

“I suck on your dick, mister. Make you feel so good.” She whispered.

“Please do,” I said. I enjoyed oral sex as much as the next guy—especially when it came courtesy of such a petite cutie. I just lied contentedly on the mattress and let Dao do her thing. She was quite skilled at the timing and placement of her licks and sucks. Dao knew how to deal with every inch of it. She was a professional in every sense of the word—regardless of what her age might have been. Of course, she must have been 14, as she was advertised. A Thai brothel would never lie about something so important. That went without saying!

“Time to fuck!” I said to my bedmate. I embraced her and set her on the center of the mattress where I had just been. Dao had virtually no hair on her vagina—another definite turn-on for me. I placed my dick just outside the opening of her pussy and slowly pushed it inside her. Ah…the wonderful sensation of vaginal penetration! It occurred to me I wasn’t following Mr. Fraser’s advice about wearing a condom. I wasn’t offered one, nor had I brought any. I got the idea that at this remote brothel, condoms were as rare as pink elephants. Anyway, I loved having raw sex with Dao. Her pussy was warm and inviting—and it could accommodate my dick without any trouble.

I gave Dao numerous long, slow thrusts with my stiff rod, probing her pussy as deeply as I could. She moaned a bit…and so did I. Her moaning may have been an act. Mine wasn’t. It was heavenly bliss that was causing me to make happy noises while I fucked. I was having a ball screwing this girl!

Finally, I knew an ejaculation was near. I wasn’t going to pull out. There was zero chance of that. I wanted the thrill of coming inside her pussy with a full load of my warm jism. Two more long thrusts put me over the edge. I uttered one short, sharp groan as I felt the liquid spew from my penis and into Dao’s womb. I counted four separate and powerful cum shots. I was always gifted in the volume of my ejaculations. Given Dao’s small stature, I wasn’t at all surprised to notice that her pussy was basically overflowing with my semen—and perhaps her orgasm, too. The pristine white bedsheet was pristine no longer. It was a bit of a mess.

I was genuinely thrilled with my orgasm. I celebrated by giving Dao several kisses I happily planted all over her sweet young body, from her forehead to the tips of her cute little toes. She laughed at my amorous antics. I suspect she didn’t get many customers who were anxious to display their affection toward her.

I announced to Dao, “That’s one cum shot down with many more still to come…I hope!” I gave her no respite. I flipped her over and raised her bottom so I could screw her doggie style. I liked the view I had of her adorable bum. I also liked the fact that I could fondle her hard nipples while drilling her with my dick.

It was a fun sexual position to be sure. About 15 minutes later, I ejaculated again. This one took me by surprise. Dao’s mere sexual presence was causing me to involuntarily come. Usually, I had some degree of control over my penis during sex. Not with this vixen, though! “More com for you, Dao! Enjoy!” I said. In retrospect, it was a silly thing to say. How can a female enjoy a male’s sperm that’s already inside her vagina?

I was tired but still willing to try for another orgasm. I repositioned Dao into a side-by-side position. I wrapped my arms lovingly around her—making sure my hands cupped her puffy breasts. I put my dick back inside her pussy and gently moved it in and out. I must have done that nonstop for the better part of 20 minutes. Eventually, a weak cum shot was my reward. I could feel it depart my dick, but I’m not certain Dao even realized I had ejaculated a third time. It was about 11 a.m. and I was tired enough to fall asleep for about a quarter of an hour. Dao had tired me out and she did little more than give me fellatio, lie still, and be penetrated by me. That’s my kind of girl!

A sharp knock on the door and the shout of “Time!” woke me from my slumber. It also indicated that my two hours of carnal fun was soon about to run out. That was fine by me; I was in no shape for any more meaningful screwing that fine morning. I’d come back tomorrow, though, without the slightest hesitation—especially if Dao was on duty once again. She had been a total delight to bed. Accordingly, before I walked out the door, I did give Dao a long embrace and thanked her profusely for her services. I did give her erect nipples one last, long lick because I’d enjoyed them so much. I honestly couldn’t help myself. They were irresistible to me.
I encountered David outside the brothel’s front door. He informed me that he had decided to splurge for two full hours with his lanky harlot when he discovered how good she was in bed. Thus, we had each gotten 120 minutes of quality fucking at this Thai brothel located in the middle of nowhere. As a courtesy, we both approached the brothel’s manager with our hands extended to thank him for the memorable and wonderful sexual experiences his enterprise had provided for us that morning.

“Please come again,” he said quite sincerely to us. “The two girls you enjoyed today are my sisters. I have three other sisters who work here. Please return soon and enjoy them. They are all great fucks, too. It runs in the family.”