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 International Business Trip, part 8 (MMf, cons, prost, intr, threesome,
squirt)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: Bachelor Party...  Sharing a quirky teenage hooker with a new
friend...



   I was already in my seat in the commercial jet headed to Bangkok when I
fully came to terms with Annastascya's offer to be my mistress and the fact
that she would probably be attending my wedding with the chief's widowed
daughter.  This had the potential to make my married life even more
hyper-sexual than...well, anything I had ever experienced and my wildest
dreams put together.

   The flight, other than being long, was uneventful: no turbulence, no one
kicking the back of my seat, no screaming little kids, and amazingly no
crying babies.  I already knew that I would have to get on another
commercial jet to take me to Sulawesi...followed by a small prop to the
airstrip on the island just north of Akaranha.  Then a ferry across the
straights...

   After landing in Bangkok I realized the flight to Sulawesi didn't leave
until the following morning: that meant I was going to be spending the
night.  I checked myself into a decent hotel: the sort that caters to
tourists who are looking for an "authentic experience."

   After the number of hours I'd spent in planes a beer was definitely in
order: so I left my room to see if I could find a decent (non-skin) bar. 
On the elevator I met another American man who was also looking for a
drink. We ended up at a small bar on a little side street not far from the
hotel.  Through the course of our conversation I learned that he had won a
few million dollars in the lottery was "whoring his way around the world;
and after an entire month, felt like he had just begun to scratch the
surface of what Bangkok had to offer."
I told him about some of my adventures in Angola (among other places),
my upcoming marriage (making sure to describe the chief's widowed daughter
in great detail).  I also mentioned the experience I had had with the
chief's widowed daughter's little girl after she had been with the boy.  I
left out the little girl's age: what can I say; I don't like the idea of
people thinking I'm a pedophile or some such.  After I mentioned the
chief's widowed daughter's little girl my drinking companion commented, "I

wouldn't have figured you for the type who likes `em old."

   "`Old'..." I was taken aback, "Wait...what do you mean?"

   "The woman you're marrying..." he began explaining, "you were with her
daughter; so either the woman your marrying is older, or she was really
young when she had her daughter..." he trailed off for a moment, "...or her
daughter would have to be kinda young..."

   "Yeah..." I replied with a half-chuckle, "Yeah, her daughter is kinda
young..." I paused as I took a swig from my beer, before adding, "...a bit
too young." I was suddenly fearful he'd ask how old the little girl was.

   Through a little smile he commented, "Sometimes the younger ones can be
better..." I couldn't help but smile at the thought.  "...so how `a bit too
young?'" he asked.

   SHIT: he asked.  "You know," I snorted.  After pausing for a second I
truthfully replied, "I don't know how old she is...but a year or two too
young nonetheless."
"I've been there," he said with a knowing smirk.  `Oh thank god; he
didn't accuse me of robbing the cradle,' I thought in the moment of silence
before he asked, "So she already had another guy's load in her when you

screwed her?"

   "Yup," I replied.

   "Wow, that must have been..." he trailed off, "...interesting,
different, fun...I'm not sure what the right word is."

   With a smile I commented, "Oh, it was..." I took a breath, "Slippery,
very slippery." I boastfully declared, "...and a bit on the messy side
afterwards..."

   "Nice," was his single word reply as he lifted his beer.

   "Oh, yeah..." I commented, "...but messier still: I had a three-way with
a girl and a teenage boy."

   "How was that messier?" my new friend asked.

   With a boastful smile I explained, "We were both in her fuck-hole at the
same time."

   "Oh..." he commented, before asking, "So, how did you both fit in the
same hole?"

   "She'd given birth a few days before," I explained, "and was still
stretched out from it..."

   "Ah...I'm gonna have to try that sometime..." There was a pause in our
conversation, and after a moment of silence he asked, "You have your
bachelor party yet?"

   "No," I replied with a chuckle, "don't even have a date for the wedding
yet."

   "So, would you be interested in a little `pre-marriage' fun?"

   "Sure, why not," was my reply: he pulled out a cell phone and made a
call.

   When we left the bar he promised I wouldn't be disappointed in the
"entertainment" he had arranged for my "bachelor party," as we traded email
addresses.  On our walk back to the hotel it started raining, thankfully we
didn't have far to go.  Returning to the hotel we went to his room where we
waited for a few minutes before there was a knock at the door.  My new
friend opened the door...

   A very short (maybe 4-foot-7, if that) completely drenched woman wearing
a plastic raincoat with the hood up over her head stepped into the room
behind my new friend.  She remained behind him (and out of my line of
sight) when she removed her raincoat...  I suppose that was a good thing,
as it revealed her to me at once.  She was slender, probably weighed less
than 75 pounds, had very pale skin, her hair in a pixie cut was bleached
white, dark purple eye-shadow framed her large nearly black almond-shaped
eyes.  She had slightly thinner than average lips, coated in shiny orange
lipstick.  Her chin was pointed and narrow.  Judging by her face I'd put
her age at about fourteen, with the looks of a living, breathing Japanese
anime girl...

   Letting my gaze drifted down her body, I noticed that the lime-green
tube-top she was wearing hid her almost non-existent breasts.  A flat tummy
disappeared into the waistband of a pair of very-short black denim cut-off
shorts.  Appearing from behind the frayed fabric less than an inch below
her crotch below was a pair of very slender stick-like thighs, which
disappeared into the top of a pair of above-the-knee boots.  My gaze
continued to drift down the shiny black patent leather of her boots to the
floor.

   To say she intrigued me would have been an understatement.  Judging my
her face I'd have guessed her age to be about fifteen or sixteen; her body
on the other hand looked practically pre-pubescent, suggesting she was
perhaps ten or eleven.  Add to that the bleached white hair in a pixie
cut...  Well, just from this girl's looks I knew it was going to be a fun
night...

   Through a thick northern-Thai accent she said, "who first?"

   My new friend looked at me and matter-of-factly said, "There's no way
we'll both fit in her at the same time."

   "Okay," I said, fully believing him.  "You found her: you go first."

   With a little grin he pointed at himself.  The girl casually walked over
to the bed.  She undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor.  I was
pleasantly surprised to see her completely hairless crotch...the naughty
girl hadn't been wearing any panties.  As she nonchalantly sat on the bed,
she pulled the tube-top over her head revealing a pair of tiny brown
nipples on her almost completely flat chest.

   The girl spread her slender stick-like legs and my new friend stepped
between them.  His shirt was off in little more than a second.  The nude
(well almost nude, she was still wearing her boots) girl undid his pants
and pulled them, along with his underwear, down his legs.  I almost didn't
believe my eyes when I saw that his dick was not only already hard, but
somewhere in the neighborhood of eight inches long and quite thick.

   With his pants around his ankles, my new friend bent down; placed the
tip of his large dick against the girl's small hairless pussy.  In one
singular motion, he slammed his hips forward: shoving the entire length of
his large dick into the girl's pussy.  With the forceful intrusion of his
dick into her pussy the girl let out a high pitched squeal.

   In a matter of seconds he was thrusting his haps back-and-forth with
reckless abandon: slamming the entire length of his large dick in-and-out
of the small girl's pussy.  All the while a series of high-pitched squeals
were emanating from her slightly open mouth.  `Wow' is the only word I
could use to describe the action in front of me: it was almost like I was
on the set of a porno flick, watching as it was being filmed...

   Wanting to jamb my dick into this quirky hooker's sex-hole as soon as my
new friend yanked his dick out of it, I moved over next to the bed. 
Realizing that my new friend could "get off" at any moment, I removed my
shorts and underwear.

   Little more than a minute later I noticed my new friend's butt-cheeks
tighten.  He thrust his hips forward hard: forcing the entire length of his
large dick into the small quirky hooker's pussy, and held that position as
he groaned, "Oh god."

   Fully aware that my new friend was having his orgasm, I took hold of my
dick (readying it for when he pulled out of the girl) and began encouraging
my new friend's orgasm.  "Yeah, that's it: fill her tight little hole with
your man-cream...fill her up good...you know the little slut wants it..."

   After a few seconds of my encouragement, he panted, "oh man that was
good," before rocking his hips back: withdrawing his softening, but still
mostly hard dick from the quirky young hooker's just fuck pussy.

   The instant my new friend had stepped out from between the quirky young
hooker's legs I had taken his place.  I quickly shoved my rock hard
six-and-one-half inch dick into her just fucked, just cummed in pussy.  And
my god was it tight, almost as tight as the chief's widowed daughter's
little girl's four-year-old pussy...

   In little more than two or three seconds I was rocking my hips back and
forth: sliding my dick in and out of her surprisingly tight and very
slippery hole.  The pitch of the quirky hooker's squealing got higher, as
its volume increased somewhat.
Suddenly, after I'd been fucking her for perhaps a minute, the quirky
hooker let out a single loud screech, her large raven black eyes rolled
back in her head, her body tensed, and a thin clear slippery yet sticky
liquid shot out of her incredibly tight pussy...soaking the front of my
body.  "She squirts," my new friend declared in simple admiration.  I
couldn't believe how much wetness was squirting out of her small body, over
/ past my dick...in a matter of seconds the front of my shirt was soaking

wet.

   A full minute after the quirky hooker began squirting the thin clear
slippery yet sticky liquid I felt my butt cheeks tighten.  I felt my balls
draw up, then my cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of
my prick.  First one, then another, and another: my hot, thick,
sperm-laden, creamy, white adult cum spewed out of the little hole on the
end of my dick; erupting deep inside the quirky hooker's surprisingly tight
very slippery teenage pussy.

   As the fifth spurt of my hot cum shot out of the little hole at the tip
of my prick the quirky hooker's orgasm died down: I was no longer being
subjected to squirts of her female love-juices shooting up the front of my
body...

   As the seventh spurt of my hot, thick, sperm-laden, creamy, white adult
cum oozed out of the little hole on the end of my dick; the quirky teenage
hooker's large raven black eyes returned to their normal position.  Seconds
later my dick was beginning to deflate; I rock my hips back withdrawing my
prick from her well fucked and thoroughly cum filled hole.  While panting
to cath my breath I watched as she put her left hand on her lower abdomen a
few inches above her little teenage pussy-mound.  Through a little grin she
said, "Ohh, so full," in her thick northern Thai accent, as she turned to
the side.

   It wasn't until the quirky teenage hooker swung her legs up onto the bed
that I noticed my new friend had moved around to the other side of the bed,
stripped off the remainder of his clothes and had sat down on the bed. 
"Plenty of room in the bed if you want to spend the night," he said.

   "My flight is pretty early in the morning," I replied half truthfully...
9:00 a.m.  isn't that early, but I was pretty sure I'd end up missing my
flight if I spent the night...

   "Alright, man..." he said, "let me know when the wedding is."

   "Sure," I responded as I headed out of his room.

   A few minutes later I was in my own hotel room, climbing into bed, and
drifting off to sleep.