My Deal with Dave (Part #2)

In this sequel, Dave and Philip, both 18 years old, happily return to the small brothel in suburban Bangkok to continue their horizontal pleasures.

Introduction

This is the sequel to my short story titled “My Deal with David”. You are encouraged to read the original story in its entirety, if you haven’t already. Nevertheless, here is a handy, brief summary of what occurred in Part #1:

Philip Dinsmore and David Fraser have been longtime friends who have similar interests outside of school. The major difference between the two 18-year-olds is that Philip, the narrator, is a gifted scholar while David has zero interest in any academic pursuits. Since the fourth grade, David, who comes from a well-to-do family, has occasionally paid Philip to do his school assignments for him. Philip was happy to do it to earn some unexpected cash, but he often struggled to “dumb down” his work to make it look like it was done by David. By their last year of high school, Philip was doing all of David’s assignments for history and English classes in exchange for David paying for something major: Philip’s return airfare to Thailand (along with sundry expenses) so he could join David and his father for a dream vacation to that exotic nation. David made good on his promise without telling his father that he had paid Philip’s passage. David, who was making his fourth trip to Thailand, was familiar with the vast prostitution culture there and eagerly introduced Philip to it. They each had a marvelous time bedding sexy sisters at an off-the-beaten path whorehouse in a Bangkok suburb. Philip especially enjoyed his girl, Dao, because of her youthful appearance.

Philip narrates the sequel.

Part One

My first experience in a Thai brothel had been a thoroughly enjoyable one. Accordingly, I eagerly awaited a return visit there. David and I, both satisfied customers, planned on coming back the very next day for more horizontal refreshments. The girl I’d bedded, Dao, was apparently one of five sisters who worked there—under the supervision of her brother who managed the establishment! I pondered whether or not to have a second romp with Dao or ride one of her sisters instead. I eventually chose the former option. Petite Dao was just too physically appealing to me to ignore!

As we had done the morning before, once we finished breakfast, David and I boarded a city bus that would transport us to a southern suburb of Bangkok and let us out at a stop just a short walk from the obscure brothel where Dao and her four sisters plied their trade in the world’s oldest profession. I was certainly ready for a return romp with my diminutive harlot. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and her appealing body during the 20-minute bus ride. As was the case the previous day, David said he would cover the cost of my recreation, generously overpaying for Dao to service me so I would get the best possible sexual experience from her. My doing David’s history and English homework for him the previous school year was certainly turning into a great boon for me!

Dao, of course, immediately recognized me when David and I approached the building. She waved us to come forward. I was thrilled that she was available to screw. I hadn’t considered the possibility that she might be absent or be occupied servicing another horny customer. I suppose I would have settled for one of Dao’s sisters.

She was clad in exactly the same predominantly yellow outfit she had worn the day before, even down to the hair ribbons that accentuated her youthful appearance. David told her brother in Thai, “Same arrangement as yesterday for my friend: two hours of unlimited fucking and cum shots.” I saw money change hands, but I didn’t linger to see whom David would be screwing today. Dao quickly led me to the same room we had intimately shared yesterday. I gathered it was her favorite spot. Giddy with anticipation, I was already sporting a huge erection.

Part Two

I decided to be sexually assertive this day. I decided to undress Dao before she could do the task herself. I first lifted her t-shirt to reveal her small, 18-year-old breasts. I lustfully nibbled on her nipples before I removed her shorts and panties. (Dao was barefoot, so she had neither shoes nor socks.) Her hairless vagina was a fantastic sight for my licentious eyes. It seemed to be begging me to shove my throbbing erection into it.

I was undressed and eagerly ready for action in about 30 seconds. I immediately embraced my sexy trollop and set her on her back in the center of the mattress that dominated the small room we occupied. I continued to suck on Dao’s titties while fingering her sexy pussy. “You are too awesome for words,” I told her. “I want to give you a thorough fucking!”

With Dao possessing only meagre English skills, I’m not sure she totally understood what I had just said, but her coy smile indicated she got the general drift of it. “Fuck the pussy!” was her succinct reply. She said it in a whisper, which made her command an especially sexy one.

I gladly accepted her challenge. I had an overwhelming desire to screw Dao doggy-style so I put her in a position where she was kneeling with her derriere elevated at a 45-degree angle. I moved behind her and promptly penetrated her womanly crevice. There was no subtlety about my screwing technique this time. I shoved my penis inside her as far as it could go. Dao moaned slightly but accepted my dick like the pro she was. Just like yesterday, the physical sensation was wonderful as I gave her frequent thrusts. I otherwise occupied myself by caressing the cheeks of her cute buttocks and her barely-there tits. There was absolutely no other place on the planet I wanted to be at that moment; this was total bliss.

For the sake of sexual variety, I pulled out her Dao’s vagina momentarily and flipped her onto her back. I slipped my hand under her bum to lift it slightly—and then I re-entered her pussy with gusto. The slight bit of elevation allowed me to roughly screw her with very rapid thrusts. “I’m calling this position the machine gun,” I informed Dao. (I’m sure she didn’t understand a word of that.) Be that as it may, I was nearing an orgasm. I knew this would be a doozy…and I just let it occur.

A few seconds later, I unleashed gobs and gobs of thick white goo into Dao’s pretty pussy while continuing my vigorous thrusting. The feeling that ran through by body from head to toe was magnificent. Some of it dripped out of her vagina and onto the mattress. I think I brought Dao to a climax, too. That was a bonus. “You were made to fuck!” I noisily declared. Dave, who was busy with his hooker in an adjacent room, later told me he heard me announced that loud and clear. Still impaled inside her and not quite finished firing my load, I gently fell forward and licked on her erect and delightful nipples. When my ejaculation eventually ceased, I breathed deeply three or four times while smiling broadly. Sex was always fun, but fucking Dao this well was especially wonderful!

Dao commented. “Oh, yes, mister! That was a very good fuck you did. Made me come too.” I thanked her for the kind comment by romantically kissing her. According to the analogue clock on the wall, I still had an hour and three-quarters to enjoy myself with Dao’s endless charms. I knew I wouldn’t be bored.

For the next half an hour, I simply relaxed on the center of the bed and allowed Dao to perform fellatio on my dick. It had expended such a large load of cum that I wondered how long it would take me to get hard again, even though I was a healthy 18-year-old male and I had a desirable sex partner orally pleasing my penis. The answer was about 20 minutes.

Before engaging in more intercourse, I spent another 20 minutes exploring every inch of Dao’s lovely body. I absolutely adored her tiny titties, so I spent most of the time pawing them and manipulating her nipples. I began to wonder if all her sisters had the same body type. If so, I’d eventually work my way through the brothel’s entire roster. I knew I was getting fully aroused when I had the urge to rub my erection against Dao’s sexy little boobs and give her something akin to a titty-fuck.

“Tits not big. I apologize!” Dao told me.

I suspended my groping long enough to sternly say, “Dao, don’t you dare apologize for having these wonderful sex objects! They are an absolute turn-on to me. I honestly can’t get enough of them! I’ve been fantasizing over your sexy, slender body for more than a day. I could play with these tits of yours forever!”

I could tell she got the gist of what I said when Dao replied, “Okay, mister…whatever you say. You like small tits best. That’s up to you and it’s okay with me.”

“Good,” I stated, “because I’m going to use my next ejaculation to come all over them. That would be incredibly sexy!”

To make that plan a reality, I stood on the mattress. I signaled to Dao to kneel and resume sucking on my rod. About two minutes later, I could feel the building momentum of another orgasm with in my balls. I pulled out of Dao’s mouth and showered her breasts with a sizable load of jism. Coming strongly twice in the space of 20 minutes actually hurt my balls for a moment, but the short-term pain was well worth the overall pleasure I attained by it.

Dao stared at the sticky mess on her chest and cutely said to me, “I make your dick very happy, right, mister?”

“You are so right, Dao. Yes, you certainly make my dick happy!” Then I started laughing. So did Dao. There was a nearby roll of paper towels on a small table. Being the gentleman I was, I brought it to Dao and assisted her as she tidied herself up. I noticed she had missed a wayward dollop of my semen that was on the center of her forehead. I brushed it away with my right index finger—and then thought to put my finger in Dao’s mouth so she could taste it.

“I like man’s cum,” she informed me in her cute broken English. “Tastes good most of the time. I don’t mind of you come in my mouth, mister, not at all.”

“I’ll have to remember that for future use!” I told her. I wasn’t kidding. If Dao was anxious to swallow of load of my semen, I’d happily provide it to her.

We cuddled for most of my remaining time, with the two of us happily lying comfortably together on the mattress. My hands constantly caressed Dao’s tits and pussy in a friendly manner. She reciprocated by gently stroking the shaft of my penis. I sensed she liked me as a customer—although she may have been just a great little actress—because her actions toward me I perceived to be more affectionate than professional. I suppose for someone in her line of work, simply lying beside a customer without engaging in sex was akin to taking a paid break. With about 10 minutes to go, I attempted to masturbate myself to give Dao a third cum shot (intended for her mouth), but I was out of ammunition. This time I apologized to her.

Dao replied, “Two big cum shots is good result, mister. Three would have been better, but your dick is tired from two days of fucking me.” I embraced my bedmate and kissed her passionately for several minutes. Dao seemed delighted by my actions. I figured she deserved that from me.

That statement was absolutely true. In fact, I told Dave during our bus ride home that I probably needed to take a full day off from fucking just to “recharge my battery—and another important part of my anatomy.” Dave chuckled at me, but he frankly admitted that he was in the same boat, too. “Yeah, Philip, these Thai hookers have a habit of wearing you out. That’s why they’re famous around the world. They aim to please and they usually succeed.” Therefore, the next day we planned on doing some legitimate tourism somewhere in Bangkok that didn’t involve visiting a brothel. Of course, we planned to return to visit the sisters in two days’ time, however. We were having a splendid time sowing our wild oats there.

Before we left the premises with contented grins on our faces, Dave and I had a chance to see and meet all five of the sisters who comprised most of the staff of this whorehouse. I innocently asked their ages. Dao, who was the tiniest of the bunch, spoke first. She insisted she was 18 years old. (I still had strong doubts about that statistic.) The leggy girl whom Dave had bedded yesterday also claimed to be 18—as did a third sister whom neither one of us had seen until that moment. The other two sister prostitutes claimed to be 21 and 20 respectively. Dave had ridden the latter one today. He later described her as “an insatiable dick magnet.”

When we were walking to the bus top, Dave said to me in a joking fashion, “As you very well know Philip, I’m not the smartest guy on the planet, but it occurs to me there can only be one logical explanation for three of those five sisters all being 18 years old right now: They must be triplets!”

I laughed at what Dave had deduced. Then I replied, “Yeah, that’s it. It’s the only possible explanation there is! What else makes sense?”