Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Keywords: MM/F, MM/FF, M/g, ped, nc, v, ws By RUListenen Copyright 2007 The Flight I was on my first business trip to Thailand, traveling first class. I was a bit nervous as I didn't speak the language, but excited. The job would be easy, just putting a personal touch on the details of a lucrative sales contract. My boss had said to enjoy myself. The trip was basically a reward. On the long flight I noticed that the obviously veteran traveler next to me was having some fun. He put a nice tip on the tray each time the good-looking oriental stewardess served us. In return she would appear to be adjusting his pillow or some other task while he had his hand up under her skirt. She was not enjoying it. He was abusing her, but apparently she couldn't risk her job by irritating the occasional horny first class passenger. My first instinct was to object to his behaviour but something made me hesitate. I was fascinated that he could do that. He saw that I was intrigued and said, "have one on me" just like buying a drink. On the next pass he told her that I was a bit uncomfortable. She leaned across his lap, reaching for my pillow. I slid my one hand under her skirt and one inside her blouse. He grabbed her arm to let her know that she needed to stay there for a bit. She was obviously humiliated at having two strangers use her. Her eyes were a bit teary. I had never done anything like this before and got hard as I checked out her credentials. He didn't even give her a tip this time. After he let her go I was immediately feeling more comfortable with overseas traveling! My new friend and I got to talking. He explained how to pick out the more submissive women for fun. He called them cunts. I realized that I had really liked mistreating the stewardess. It was like a switch turned on in my head. I had fantasized about getting a prostitute in a brothel in Thailand. I now knew that it was because I wanted to use her, not just have sex. I had always treated women like goddesses just to get a little nookie. I just now realized what a fool I'd been. This guy just took what he wanted, just with the right attitude. As we talked it turned out that he traveled to Thailand often and he began to tell me about the entertainment there, the prostitutes, the sex shows, sex tours and even child sex. I was excited as I began to understand that there were no limits. For the right price you could buy a whore just to beat her up. You could rent a five year old to diddle with or rape. He said that there had been a crackdown in recent years but as a wealthy repeat client he could still get anything I wanted. I don't know why but I just knew I wanted a child. I wanted to do the most perverse things possible. We made arrangements to get together on our second day in Bangkok. I couldn't believe it. Before we landed we played with the stewardess some more. He made her give me her panties. I rubbed my crotch as I sniffed them. He fingered her and then made her suck his wet digit. I went in the rest room and wanked into the panties. The next time she came by we made her put on the soiled undies. What a pleasant flight. The Hotel At the hotel I got my first chance to try out my new attitude. I knew right away that I could take advantage of the meek maid assigned to my room. She was almost too eager to please, clearly afraid of the rich hotel guests. She spoke a little broken English. It was a luxury hotel and I had a suite with a beautiful view of the city. The maid was stationed in the corridor near my set of rooms. I understood from the bellman that she would serve my needs such as making the bed, providing room service or running a bath. I ordered a drink, dropped my shoes and sat in the lounge chair. They had incredibly violent porn on one of the TV channels. I watched as one man held a girl while another really slapped her tits. I was fascinated. She had bruises on her face, tits and arms. My dick was hard. I told myself I just had to try that as I watched what appeared to be a real rape. The maid came in with the drink, not looking at the TV. She leaned over to place the drink set up on the table next to me. I reached up and handled her left tit. She froze. I smiled at her and patted the arm of the chair. She got the idea and set her ass down there, but looked like a deer ready to bolt. My dick, already hard from the TV show, was throbbing as I continued to feel her up with one hand. I unzipped my pants with the other hand and spurted cum all over after two strokes. I made her get a cloth to clean up the mess. As she wiped the cum off my slacks and the chair I held my cummy fingers up to her mouth. My dick was hardening again as I humiliated her. Tears slid down her face as she licked. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to do perverse things I had only fantasized about. I decided to have dinner in my room and play with her some more later on. I'd save the nightlife for when my work was done and my new friend could safely show me the ropes. My sales contact the next day was extremely successful. My boss called and promised a huge commission on the deal because I had managed to double the contract. I was suddenly quite affluent and somehow knew the confidence I had showed during the negotiation was related to my newly discovered power to get sex thrills through dominance. Bangkok at Night I met my friend from the plane at his hotel the following day. We had dinner in his suite where he again mistreated the cunts who were serving us. These were whores who were used to pleasing the patrons, unlike the stewardess. He had paid their pimp, the bellman, for them to be our waitresses. They wanted to do a "sucky-suck". He told me that we had to be careful about AIDS with professionals and that he'd show me some safer targets later. Meanwhile he showed me how to get some fun out of them. After we had eaten he intentionally interfered with the service by one girl and she dropped a drink. He grabbed her by the tit with one hand and slapped the shit out of her face with the other. While she stood there holding her face he mauled her tits and felt up under her short skirt. He told me that he'd paid extra to use the girls hard and they knew it. The girl didn't fight back or back away. She was a fucking punching bag for rent. The second girl was stock still, not interfering. My friend said she needed to be put in her place too for letting the clumsy one handle the drinks. "Go ahead, try it", he said. Remembering the TV show in my room I went over to her. I somehow had slipped completely over to the dark side. I took her arms and made her pose with them behind her head. Looking in her eyes I began to fondle her tits through the silk blouse. No bra. She had fine tits. I wanted to see them and grabbing the opening of the blouse I ripped wide. Buttons went flying and she flinched at my sudden violence. I couldn't believe how aroused I was as she stood there for me to play with. I admired her tits for a few seconds and then without warning slapped her right tit as hard as I could. She screamed and her hands went to her chest but she stood still. I gently raised her arms up behind her head again. I admired the red welt on her tit and fondled her inspecting the forming bruise. She was shaking. Then I slapped the other one. Again her hands came down to cuddle her chest. I was just about ready to cum and I hadn't even pulled out my pole. I posed her again admiring the welts and the forming bruises. She was shaking. I pulled the front of her mini skirt up and tucked it in the belt. No panties on the slut. An unshaved furry patch now held my gaze. I fingered her cooze as I pushed her ankle aside with my foot to spread her legs. I stepped back a little admiring the new pose. Pulling my pants open to free my oozing rod, I kicked her in the cunt. She went down into a ball on the floor groaning and holding her snatch. I stepped over her aimed my dick in her face and exploded. My heart was racing and I was breathing like a spent track star as I blasted over and over in her eyes, mouth and hair. Ill never forget that cum, ever. I noticed that my friend was in a chair with his girl in his lap. He had her jerking him slowly as he watched my act. He was still squeezing her tits meanly. I headed for the bathroom to take a piss and he stopped me. "Piss on the whore" he said. "I want to watch that". I was shaking with a feeling of power as I stepped over the slut and pissed about a quart, on her face, tits, cunt and hair. My friend made his slut eat his cum as he watched me degrade the still groaning bitch on the floor. The Bukkake Club My friend had engaged a driver for the night and we went out, leaving the whores to clean up the mess in his suite. He had the driver take us around the city so I could see the lights and sights. Finally we came to a nightclub with a small neon sign promoting The Bukkake Club. The cover charge was high and the patrons both Eastern and Western were well dressed. The bar girls were not sleazy. They wore fine silk and real jewelry. All were beautiful. I wondered what my friend had for me here. The inside was well appointed, and like an American sports bar had large TV screens on every wall. All were tuned in to porn TV channels or were airing tapes supplied by the establishment. Many were Bukkake scenes just as the marquee advertised. We waved off the bar girls and sat where we could watch the room and several screens. I was again startled and aroused by the violent scenes on some of the screens. The one nearest us showed a pretty slender oriental girl with medium sized breasts tied by the hands to overhead rope. She was helpless, suspended with just her toes on the floor. A whip hit her tits. The tit meat bounced and the whip hit again. She writhed in pain and red marks appeared instantly criss-crossed on her chest. The scene was replayed in slow motion up close and you could see the whip slowly mash the mamamaries followed by wild bouncing. Where the barb snapped around the side of her left tit you could see a little piece of meat rip off. As blood trickled a welt and then a bruise appeared. This was the real thing. Our table had a console and earphones so you could choose which TV to listen to. I dialed up the whip puppet and her screams were incredible. I watched and listened a little longer as the vicious attack proceeded to her snatch. A new video started up when she fainted, just after the barb ripped her cunt lips. The new video showed a six-year old doe-eyed girl sucking cock. It was clearly filmed in a hotel room. This was one of the famous child-whores. She was naked and the guy had his hand between her legs diddling her. He stopped her sucking and took the time to spit in her face. Then a close-up showed how he deep kissed her. He and I were in that wonderful space where you can't decide whether you want to ravage or love the little thing. He then posed her on the bed with her legs up and wide. I loved that. The camera zoomed into her sore looking little pussy as he squeezed her there. He moved over kneeling by her face. While she stared passively into the camera he jacked off on her. He prodded her mouth open and two of the spurts went right in. She didn't react much, but sort of chewed on his jizz. The camera backed out so you could see her crotch and cummy face while the guy wiped his dick off in her hair. I took the earphones off and asked my friend about the crack down on child sex. He responded that the old videos were still in circulation and law enforcement couldn't be bothered with them. Then he said law enforcement couldn't be bothered with active child pimps who paid sufficient bribes either. Seeing that I was excited he then he asked if I was interested. Oh yes I was. He said that we'd hit the orphanage tomorrow. I wondered what that was, dreaming about a chance at doing what I's just seen on the screen. The Bukkake Club had attractions other than the videos. A lewd sex show was going on at one end of the room. Patrons could be seen heading into one hall where there were rooms to fuck the bar girls. I saw some patrons periodically heading into an alcove off the bar and assumed it was the men's room back there. I needed to piss although I wasn't sure I could. My dick was hard from watching the little girl get a face full of cum. My friend had a funny smile on his face as I left announcing that I needed to piss. He had a bar girl in his lap, squeezing her tits. He sure liked to bruise them. As I rounded the corner for the toilets I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a naked whore on her back on the tile floor. She was handcuffed to floor rings in a spread-eagled position. The floor was dished down about six inches around her in an X shape to match her position. She was covered in cum and piss. Yellow and white rivulets ran off her face, tits, cunt, legs and feet. She had a hairy snatch and was unshaved under her arms. At least one guy clearly had got off shooting into her armpit. There's no accounting for what turns some people on. Because of the floor design you could walk right up to her from any side without getting your feet in the mess. The fluids were all trickling into a drain by her face. This was the "Bukkake" in the Bukkake Bar and was the obvious solution to my "hard dick can't piss problem". I unzipped and wanked a little as I watched one guy jerking over her tits and another relieved himself at her crotch. The piss was washing some of the cum out of the distended hole there. She was trying to smile at the patrons, but clearly had been there for a while, not really happy in her stinking mess. I found out later from my friend that all the girls took turns in the pissoire, changing out about every hour or so. He said he liked to go in right after they rinsed it down and chained up a fresh victim. I kind of liked seeing this one used and distressed. I started jerking over her face. I opened my mouth in an "O" as I stared at her. She got the hint and opened her mouth. I shot about three huge gobs of cum in there and the rest in her hair. She closed her mouth after letting me admire the sight of my cum, and swallowed. Shit, I loved Bangkok! I stepped to her side and began to piss, spraying her from face to toe. As I washed off her tits, I could see bite marks there. Nice. The Orphanage The next day my friend again picked me up in the limo. As we rode he told me about the Orphanage. It turned out that this was a real orphanage that specialized in adoptions to white couples from Europe, the US and Australia. Children from babies to young teens were housed there. The owner bribed various authorities so that close inspection of his operation wasn't ever an issue. The obvious nature of the place made it look natural for western men in business suits to be seen entering. The inmates were not allowed to learn English so it might take years before they could tell anyone what had happened to them after they were taken away. The kids were used as sex objects while waiting for adoption. The ones who were never adopted were sold into the sex trade as teens. The orphanage was a huge old mansion on the outskirts of town. It had a fenced campus with well-trimmed landscape. More modern additions to the building could be seen in the rear. The driver dropped us at the main entrance on a circular drive and then left for a rear parking area. We entered the main foyer to see plush chairs and a beautiful receptionist at an expensive desk. My friend announced himself to her with a phony name and introduced me also with a phony name as his lawyer. We had an appointment to see Dr. Kim about an adoption. In an inner office Dr. Kim greeted my friend warmly asking why he had been away so long. We made arrangements to pay very expensive "adoption" fees. The place was making a fortune on the adoptions and the sex trade. Dr. Kim made it clear that I could actually adopt one to take away as a sex toy! He got right down to business interviewing me about my desires. Boy? Girl? What age? Used or virgin? He obviously knew what my friend wanted, a fourteen-year-old girl that he could rough up. I wasn't so sure. I'd never thought about a boy, but realized that the game was not about sex; it was about dominance. Buggering a helpless boy would probably be as much fun as a girl. I opted for a girl but wasn't sure about choices. Did I want a beaten down used one or a naive one that was going to have her first experience with me? I knew she had to be young, six to nine. Understanding that I was new at this Dr. Kim offered to show me around while I made up my mind. My heart was racing. My friend was led away by the receptionist saying that we'd meet back in the foyer in two hours. I pictured him punching and raping a cutie, squeezing her tits the whole time. Dr. Kim led me down a hall into the new wing of the building, the dormitory. There was a hidden hallway between the rooms with one-way mirrors looking into each. Most rooms housed several children with bunk beds, desks, various toys and the like. Normal kids rooms. The inmates were well taken care of. Every fourth room was an adult playroom with a single bed and a shelf stocked with ropes, gags, dildoes, whips, diapers, handcuffs and a few toys I couldn't identify. A sideboard held drinks for patrons to refresh with after exertions. There were bottles of erectile drugs there too. As we passed rooms with occupants he asked me to choose whatever appealed to me. The rooms had collections of similarly aged boys or girls, playing games, reading, watching TV or listening to earphones. I found that the seven-year old girls made my dick the hardest. We came to one of the adult "play" rooms that was occupied. An eight-year old boy was cuffed on his back to the posts of the bed and a guy was sucking his little dick. There were cane marks on the boy's chest and across his hips. The guy got up, wanking and admiring his work. He hit the boy across his hips again, smashing his erect willy and balls. Then he started sucking again. The boy was bawling uncontrollably. I asked Mr. Kim how the adoptive parents reacted to signs of physical abuse. He said some of the inmates had no chance of adoption unless it was a sex slave adoption. For that they often were more attractive to customers with signs of abuse. Mr. Kim was rubbing his crotch as he admired the show. He went on to say that young pretty boys and girls that were likely to be adopted were only rented with severe restrictions on physical harm. I asked if all the rooms were observed, being a little leery of someone watching my fun. He said no, I could have privacy if I wanted. Some customers liked being watched as they showed off their dominance over their victims. And of course other customers liked to watch. Some wanted to be videoed. I said I'd like that. He assured me that I could have an electronic copy to take away. I finally made up my mind. I told him I wanted two seven to eight year old girls. One used and one of the precious naïves. He quoted me a high additional premium for the second girl, an untouched virgin, and warned me that I could not fuck her nether holes, break anything or leave marks on her skin. I agreed in a heartbeat. I just wanted a smell, kiss, taste and touch. My blood was racing at the prospect. I was already hard. Kim asked me to choose prospects from the rooms. I told him to surprise me, and he showed me to one of the playrooms. The one-way mirror had curtains over it, but he set up a video camera for my recording, and asked me to wait a minute for my service as he left. I rubbed my dick as I fixed a drink, perused the toys on the shelves and sat in a lounge chair to survey the room. This was astounding. Soft oriental music came from speakers when I turned on an electronic console. Child porn appeared on the TV, and I left it going, muted. The bed had crisp sheets. The walls were adorned with lascivious prints of all the pairings of men, girls, women and boys that could be imagined. I added a small dose of one of the sexual stimulants to my drink. I was about to receive two underage kiddies to do with as I pleased! After a knock at the door two Thai girls entered dressed in school uniforms with blouse, tie and skirt. They stopped just inside the door and Mr. Kim stood behind them. He advised me that Pusita had been told to do all I asked and she would not be hurt. He said Vanida would do whatever I wanted. He closed the door quietly. I knew which girl was which right away. Vanida had a black eye. She obviously needed discipline. In my mind she became my slave slut. She was the taller of the two. Maybe nine years old. She was a beauty except for the black eye. But I liked that too. Long black hair. She fidgeted a little and looked apprehensive. Pusita was younger, about seven I guessed, shorter with shorter hair. She smiled at me and I fell in love. In my mind she became my love angel. I smiled at Pusita, called her name and waved for her to come over to me. With a hand gesture I made the other one stay where she was. Pusita walked over demurely. I was sat in the chair. As she stood in front of me I pulled out my hard dick. Her eyes went wide. I wanked a little and began to caress her little titties through her blouse. I ran my hand under her skirt and felt cotton panties hugging her slit. I watched her face. She was biting her lip, looking down. I reached around, feeling her firm little butt and pulled her closer between my legs. Her bare legs touched my hard on. I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her to me for a kiss. She didn't quite know how to do it. I gently pulled her jaw down and opened my mouth to show her. She let her mouth drop open and my tongue entered. She flinched but let me probe. This was heaven. I released her from the kiss after leaving a lot of spit in there and began unbuttoning her blouse. I spread it open and gently pinched her beautiful nipples. A tear ran down her cheek as she was humiliated. I licked it up, then kissed and sucked gently on each little tit. Her skirt unbuttoned at the hip. I let it fall to her ankles. As she stood there shaking I admired the white panties and ran my finger up and down her pussy. I turned her around feeling her baby buns and again fingering her little cunny from behind. I pushed on her little shoulders and pulled on her hips to bend her over. I slid the panties down to her thighs and spread her cheeks to view her little rear hole. I let the panties fall and turned her to face me so I could view her tight crease. I put the panties to my nose and inhaled her scent while I fingered her to her hymen. I hated to stop there. She giggled a little at me sniffing her panties but still had some tears. I licked them again. I sat her in my lap, unbuckled her shoes and pulled off her little white socks. I sniffed them too. Every perverse thing I did made me harder. I kept jerking a little. Pre-cum was leaking a lot. I stood her up again. I mouthed my mouth open and she did the same. Then I took a fingertip full of pre-cum and stuck it in her mouth. She instinctively sucked. I let her do that for a while watching her pained expression. I stood up and made her step back. I posed her with hands behind her head, legs apart. I admired her while I undressed, placing my clothes neatly on the chair. Looking at her posed like that I had a great flashback of the cunt I kicked in the hotel room. Unfortunately I couldn't do that to this one, my love angel. My dick was so hard it almost hurt and was bouncing up and down wildly. Pusita watched it nervously. I took the video camera off the tripod and walked around her filming her face then close-ups of her slit, rear and titties. I posed her on the bed on her back, legs held spread. I filmed a close-up of that beautiful little cunt. It was a little red where I fingered her. I replaced the camera on the tripod aiming it at the bed. I got between her legs and attacked her pussy with my tongue. What a great taste! I pushed her legs higher and poked my tongue in her little ass. She let out a little gasp. So did I. My hands were all over her as I moved to kneel by her face. She was still in the butterfly pose. I gently opened her mouth and moved my hard on right in there. She looked frightened and surprised at the tight fit, but didn't fight me as I pumped her face. I couldn't last any longer and shot a cum blast in her mouth. I pulled out while she gagged, held her face still and poured ropes of cum on it. I held her mouth so she had to swallow the cum in there. I was sweating and breathing heavily. I made her stay still, got the camera and did close shots of my surprised love angel's glazed face. I let Pusita put her legs down but spread wide, and posed her with her hands behind her head, leaving her lying there with cum drying on her face and hair. I got a drink and watched as three guys raped a pre-teen on the TV. I turned the sound up. I got hard again and I wandered over to inspect my slave slut, Venida. She looked apprehensive, rightly so, as I approached. She looked terrified as I ripped open her blouse and began mauling her nipples. She knew what to do as I tongued kissed her, letting me play with her tongue, but she was shaking. I made her hold her mouth open. I spit a huge gob in there. She flinched when it hit her throat. I pushed her mouth shut to swallow. I stepped back and used a hand gesture to indicate she should strip. She was a little slow to get it so I slapped her and yanked at her skirt. She figured it out and quickly dropped the skirt. I made her stop. She still had on panties and the ripped blouse. I got her to stand on a low coffee table. I aimed the video camera at her and indicated that she should lose the panties. She stripped them off as the camera closed in on her little slit. I observed a few bruises on her arms and legs. I was not the first to use this one. I sniffed the panties getting a little girl smell and a little piss. I licked the crotch. I think I could taste her fear. It was great. I set the camera to focus on her cunt and began fingering her. She was tight but not virgin. Shit, I was going to fuck a nine-year old! I was so aroused that if it wasn't on camera I couldn't be sure I had just cum a few minutes before. Venida squirmed and some tears flowed as I violated her with my finger. I pulled it out and sucked her taste off. I turned her, bent her over and poked her ass. She didn't seem surprised but clearly didn't like my invasion. My little used fuck toy. I turned her around and made her suck my dirty finger while I pinched her titties. I liked seeing them peek out through the torn blouse. She made a face tasting her shit. I got two small laboratory hose clamps from the toy shelf. She groaned as I tightened them on her little nipples. I got her off the table and made her climb on the bed standing over Pusita's tear and cum covered face. I set the camera to watch the action, stood at the foot of the bed and said to Venida "Pee pee" which she understood. She strained for a second and let a little yellow gusher blast my love angel on her face and titties. I stepped around the bed and gently opened Pusita's mouth. She understood as did Venida. The rest of the piss pretty much drowned her making a froth in her mouth. I licked some of the pee off my hand savoring the salty tang. I got the slut down off the bed and tongue kissed her so she could taste herself. I think I could taste her shit from sucking my finger. The dirtier and more perverse things I did, the harder my dick got, the more I wanted to do. It was a rush. I made the two stand on the coffee table and do a piss kiss, filming all of it. I put them back on the bed and made them do a sixty-nine in the piss puddle there, filming that. Finally I couldn't wait any longer. I stood Pusita by the bed to watch and posed Venida butterfly style on her back on the bed, holding her legs wide. I reached down and spread her pussy lips, applying a little k-y jelly that was by the bed. I set the camera to capture the final action. Venida held her legs wide watching with fear as I climbed on top of her and rammed into her stretching cunt. She shrieked and reflexively tried to push me away but it was too late. I bear hugged her, put my mouth over hers breathing her screams, and pumped deeply about three times before I came in an uncontrollable explosion. My breath was raspy and my heart racing as I pulled out of her. She was covered in my sweat and hers. I wiped my slimy cock on her face and in her hair. I indicated she should open her mouth and started one long relieving piss. She began choking on the piss with each sob. I posed both of them on the bed in my favourite butterfly position and made them stay there showing their cunts to me and the camera as I got ready to leave. They were a cum and piss pig sty. I poured another drink and used a shower in an open stall on one side of the room. As I showered I admired the two little pussies on the bed. As I got dressed I turned the sound up on the TV to watch an old man buggering a seven-year old boy. The kid grunted with each plunge. I was definitely considering a boy on my next visit for an adoption. My dick was hard again but I didn't want to mess up my clothes. I pushed the button on the wall for service. Then I walked to the bed and punched Venida's cunt. She screamed and went into a ball holding herself while I and jerked off on Pusita's face. I zipped up and took the memory stick out of the camera as the servant came. I asked to be shown out. My love angel was still butterfly posed. My slave slut was crying, balled up, holding her cunt. I waited in the foyer while they sent someone to check Pusita for damage. My friend showed up and I offered to buy him dinner to thank him for the wonderful time I had in Thailand.