One Night in Bangkok, for a Scottish Girl
The sights, sounds, and smells, excited me. Everyday noises so common yet so alien to a European girl, whose common everyday sounds are borne in darker, colder and depressing circumstances, and now, all those conditions are banished, for Sun, heat and light, and above all, colour.
My heart skipped in tune with my middling teenage years. Back home I was a mere teenage schoolgirl, but here, with my uncle, I was a young lady and he made me feel so, I had three months to explore the Orient and my sexuality, there was something between us I felt, and here, we were so relaxed and mature, "Ask and thou shall receive" he said last night, never have I felt so at ease and tonight, he was going to live up to his promise.
I giggled when I asked him about the famous "Tiger Show". He agreed to take me, but he suggested I over up, as passions and sexual tensions could be enflamed and high amongst the men watching.
I shrugged and smiled, I wanted to be regarded adult in his eyes, for my own reasons. I cast my mind back to that day long ago before he left for his overseas posting. We went to watch the football and the day was dull and cold, so much so, it began snowing really heavy. He was wearing a Parka, a long green coloured one that came all the way down to his ankles, and when the snow fell, he opened it up for me to hide inside and when zippered up, only my face could be seen over the zipper. The heat from his body drove any lingering cold in mine, and when he put his hands in the pockets, they rested on my body, as I pressed against him and felt the pressure on my bum of his growing erection.
He gently squeezed waist, and I worked my hands behind my back and felt him marvelling at how he felt and as the match continued and everyone around us shouted and screamed, I eased my pants down and took him between my bum cheeks and felt his wetness, before pulling my pants up and arranging myself a if nothing had happened.
We never ever spoke about it, even alone we just pretended it never happened, until today, I wanted it to be on my terms, hence tonight, five years later, I was all different down there now and desperate to know as much as a girl could, from a man aged 56.
It did not take much to numb my senses and titillate my fancies. I had willingly consumed white wine at the dinner table and thrilled like a young Emmanuel at Uncles dare, to remove my delicate and damp panties, where we sat amongst other diners, and fold them neatly, as if packing them back into my knicker drawer, and leave them in view of the men serving us, like a napkin, but with an extra twist of daring do, to sit with my bared ass on the chair and feel the cool wood on my delicate lips, and feel every small imperfection on that wooden surface, give me sexual pleasure with every slight movement.
The whole episode was driving me nuts, this was why I loved my uncle, he made me feel every bit the schoolgirl and every bit the slutty whorish cunt, desperate to be taken. I was sure when I arose from the wooden torture stool, it would have absorbed half my cunt lubrication, and contained the DNA of countless females, especially those that men like my uncle took to diner, willing, like me, to do such erotic dares.
We strolled down Bangkok's Bang Rak District. I was giddy with sexual excitement, no one looked at an old man with a beautiful young girl, except with jealousy. We turned off the main route and walked down another more seedier alleyway, pushing past an overweight white man having his cock sucked by a 'ladyboy', where I slowed my walk to stare and hear that man suggest I join in. My mouth hung open at the boys breasts and long penis, hard with his own excitement, this was very real and made me feel sick with desire, so much so, I squeezed uncles hand, as if asking for permission to go over and at least let him touch me. How I ached to feel a man's cock open my up and ride my pussy. I was dizzy and light headed, sweating from the humidity and my inner thighs glistened with my vaginal lubrication, now running from me unabated, as the cotton panties I removed, were given to the waiter at our table as a tip for his good service, and it felt like it came from me like a small tributary, running down Arthurs seat, back home in Edinburgh.
As we walked on, the crowd thickened, and the debauched were openly displaying their cocks and nodding at me, even uncle said, "They all want to fuck you, three at at time", and even suggested I do it for the ultimate feeling, I could barely hide my desire to be taken by these men around me, now I understood why women back home did the "Dogging scene", a uncle stopped at a wall and pressed me against it, lifting my short skirt to my waist and exposing me to the men around, his fat fingers, in lieu of his cock, stuffed me, and sent me into a tail spin, as men around reached in and fondled my near naked body and wanked themselves onto my sweat stained thighs, pushing uncle aside as his words sunk in, "This is your Tiger show niece, enjoy it", and the men, coming at me from out of the dark, took turns and fucked me, as uncle watched and I watched him having his cock sucked by another 'Ladyboy", and that song, "One night in Bangkok" played over and over in my girlish head, and that feeling of men's cum running from me or being ejaculated onto my bared skin, sent my senses spiralling and brought out into the open, my true whorish feelings.
So much to look forward to in this city of sexual delights, As a girl I knew of men who travelled here just to fuck girls my age and younger, those same men back home look at girls like me in my school uniform and not realise our desires and fantasies crave the very thing they want too. Perhaps my being here and revelling in their gropes and buggery, might, when the cold Northern Winter sets in back home, stop their car and offer me a lift? The way I felt that memorable night up against that wall, I would willingly get in and do it.
My heart skipped in tune with my middling teenage years. Back home I was a mere teenage schoolgirl, but here, with my uncle, I was a young lady and he made me feel so, I had three months to explore the Orient and my sexuality, there was something between us I felt, and here, we were so relaxed and mature, "Ask and thou shall receive" he said last night, never have I felt so at ease and tonight, he was going to live up to his promise.
I giggled when I asked him about the famous "Tiger Show". He agreed to take me, but he suggested I over up, as passions and sexual tensions could be enflamed and high amongst the men watching.
I shrugged and smiled, I wanted to be regarded adult in his eyes, for my own reasons. I cast my mind back to that day long ago before he left for his overseas posting. We went to watch the football and the day was dull and cold, so much so, it began snowing really heavy. He was wearing a Parka, a long green coloured one that came all the way down to his ankles, and when the snow fell, he opened it up for me to hide inside and when zippered up, only my face could be seen over the zipper. The heat from his body drove any lingering cold in mine, and when he put his hands in the pockets, they rested on my body, as I pressed against him and felt the pressure on my bum of his growing erection.
He gently squeezed waist, and I worked my hands behind my back and felt him marvelling at how he felt and as the match continued and everyone around us shouted and screamed, I eased my pants down and took him between my bum cheeks and felt his wetness, before pulling my pants up and arranging myself a if nothing had happened.
We never ever spoke about it, even alone we just pretended it never happened, until today, I wanted it to be on my terms, hence tonight, five years later, I was all different down there now and desperate to know as much as a girl could, from a man aged 56.
It did not take much to numb my senses and titillate my fancies. I had willingly consumed white wine at the dinner table and thrilled like a young Emmanuel at Uncles dare, to remove my delicate and damp panties, where we sat amongst other diners, and fold them neatly, as if packing them back into my knicker drawer, and leave them in view of the men serving us, like a napkin, but with an extra twist of daring do, to sit with my bared ass on the chair and feel the cool wood on my delicate lips, and feel every small imperfection on that wooden surface, give me sexual pleasure with every slight movement.
The whole episode was driving me nuts, this was why I loved my uncle, he made me feel every bit the schoolgirl and every bit the slutty whorish cunt, desperate to be taken. I was sure when I arose from the wooden torture stool, it would have absorbed half my cunt lubrication, and contained the DNA of countless females, especially those that men like my uncle took to diner, willing, like me, to do such erotic dares.
We strolled down Bangkok's Bang Rak District. I was giddy with sexual excitement, no one looked at an old man with a beautiful young girl, except with jealousy. We turned off the main route and walked down another more seedier alleyway, pushing past an overweight white man having his cock sucked by a 'ladyboy', where I slowed my walk to stare and hear that man suggest I join in. My mouth hung open at the boys breasts and long penis, hard with his own excitement, this was very real and made me feel sick with desire, so much so, I squeezed uncles hand, as if asking for permission to go over and at least let him touch me. How I ached to feel a man's cock open my up and ride my pussy. I was dizzy and light headed, sweating from the humidity and my inner thighs glistened with my vaginal lubrication, now running from me unabated, as the cotton panties I removed, were given to the waiter at our table as a tip for his good service, and it felt like it came from me like a small tributary, running down Arthurs seat, back home in Edinburgh.
As we walked on, the crowd thickened, and the debauched were openly displaying their cocks and nodding at me, even uncle said, "They all want to fuck you, three at at time", and even suggested I do it for the ultimate feeling, I could barely hide my desire to be taken by these men around me, now I understood why women back home did the "Dogging scene", a uncle stopped at a wall and pressed me against it, lifting my short skirt to my waist and exposing me to the men around, his fat fingers, in lieu of his cock, stuffed me, and sent me into a tail spin, as men around reached in and fondled my near naked body and wanked themselves onto my sweat stained thighs, pushing uncle aside as his words sunk in, "This is your Tiger show niece, enjoy it", and the men, coming at me from out of the dark, took turns and fucked me, as uncle watched and I watched him having his cock sucked by another 'Ladyboy", and that song, "One night in Bangkok" played over and over in my girlish head, and that feeling of men's cum running from me or being ejaculated onto my bared skin, sent my senses spiralling and brought out into the open, my true whorish feelings.
So much to look forward to in this city of sexual delights, As a girl I knew of men who travelled here just to fuck girls my age and younger, those same men back home look at girls like me in my school uniform and not realise our desires and fantasies crave the very thing they want too. Perhaps my being here and revelling in their gropes and buggery, might, when the cold Northern Winter sets in back home, stop their car and offer me a lift? The way I felt that memorable night up against that wall, I would willingly get in and do it.
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