I met Da there years ago and the place was just brimming with babes. Now it is a ghost of its former self. The girls were ordinary at best and far too many chubbies. I did manage to spot two spinners and flirted with them a bit.
Together, Lek and Por weighed as much as any girl back home. Por was the better looking, younger and fatter of the two (if you can call 43 kilos fat). Lek was more vivacious but had some serious dental problems, like what looked like fangs coming out beside her canines. I bought them drinks and fondled them while they giggled and carried on. I was having a good time and thought I might take one of them. They suggested I take both, of course, but I declined. They were not at all bisexual (sadly). I told them my plan: I had to leave but if I came back I would take one of them with me. They were pleased with this.
At the Airport club, a girl grabbed me right away so I bought her a drink to keep me company. When I told her I was looking for Nat, she was very excited, claiming that Nat was her sister (best friend) and ran off to get her. They both came back and Nat was all hugs and kisses. I hung around a while to see if the girls I met the night before were there, but the place was surprisingly quiet. I thought I’d best go back to the other bar and collect one of the pixies. I said good night to Nat and heading out.
I didn’t see the girls when I got to Living Dolls. The place was not very well attended with men. I grabbed a seat at the dance stage and saw them on the other side. They saw me and big smiles all around. They came over and I discussed my dilemma. I told them to choose who goes with me tonight and the other girl goes with me tomorrow. They thought this was a good idea and Lek told me to take Por. Mamasan came over to present me with the bill and indicated long time was 3000THB and I should pay now. I just laughed and told her I had been in Thailand for a long time. She backed down and I paid the bar fine only.
Por ran off to get dressed and Lek said “You come for me tomorrow, one million percent sure?” I confirmed and asked her what time she started. The plan was to pick her up at 7pm and we would go to the movies or something fun.
Por came out wearing very acceptable clothing and she took my hand as we left. Walking Street was pretty busy for a Sunday night. I suggested we stop by Angel Witch and catch the show. We arrived in time to see four topless girls dancing to Right Said Fred’s “I’m too sexy for my shirt.” Great song and very good choreography. We stayed for one drink, long enough to take in a few acts, then walked back to my hotel. On the way, she told me she was going to Bangkok in the morning because it was her day off and she wanted to see her five-year-old son. I wasn’t sure this was an escape hatch for leaving at 6am but she pulled up a photo on her phone before I could respond. Yup, she had a little kid. You wouldn’t know it, looking at her body.
Back home, I invited her out to the balcony. She loved the view of the city and while I nibbled her neck and shoulder, got her out of her clothes. There we were, standing on the balcony, under the stars, I, fully clothed and she, totally nude. I fuckin’ love Pattaya. I took her over to the lounge chair and laid her on her back. She was not up for kissing, sadly, but my mouth had full access to that hot little bod otherwise.
She really enjoyed what I was doing with my head buried between her legs. She was not vocal about it, unfortunately, but with her eyes screwed shut and head rolling, I knew she was into it. I grabbed a condom and got into it myself. We did it on the lounge chair for a while then I bent her over the balcony so we could admire the view. My view was much better than hers. Then it was back on the lounge chair for a bit. Staying inside her, I picked her up and brought her back into the room. It was great having her on the bed. Tiny thing she was, I literally bounced her across the sheets.
I tried to explain to a lady friend back home that Thai girls enjoy sex but they rarely get into it. There are starfish girls who just lay there, but even the more active girls don’t get passionate about sex. You’ll never hear a girl here say “Put that god-damned cock in me and fuck me like the slut that I am!” I’m happy if I can just get them to moan. OK, maybe some of you guys have tapped the right well, but I’ve only ever managed to find one gusher out here.
When I could go on no longer, I filled the tub so we could frolic in the water. I tell ya, there’s nothing better than being in a big tub with a small gal while the shower is running. We played around in there for awhile then went back to bed to continue. We went outside again, too. Por seemed to like that a lot.
At one point, she admitted that she was still hung up on her ex-boyfriend, and English guy living in Pattaya. It turned out that this guy was seeing Por while courting another girl, whom he ending up marrying. OK, I’ve heard that story before, but I was surprised to learn the other girl was the same age as Por, 25, and Thai. What humbled me was the fact that the guy was in his sixties. I had to get her to write that down because I could not believe this little hotty had it for such an old guy. “He very handsome,” she said in all sincerity. I need to start working on my handsomeness if I want to compete with guys who are older than me!
We finally turned in at 2am. I was pretty satisfied with the evening. Por started to stir around 6am. The sky was just starting to lighten. I was fully expecting her to bail out so figured I’d strike while the iron was hot and got her warmed up for some sweet, sweet lovin’. She didn’t protest and let me have my way with her.
When we finished, she complained of a pain just below her sternum. It was not from me. Damn, I only wish I could reach that far inside her. It was not her appendix because that had been removed. She was getting more distressed and I was getting more perplexed. This could well be an escape plan but it didn’t seem so. She hadn’t eaten for twelve hours so I suggested she have some trail mix to fill her empty stomach. She thought she was sick from whatever she ate last night so I dug up some Alka Seltzer and gave her the glass. She hated the taste but drank it down. She started retching over the toilet after that, but calmed down after a while.
Wait a minute. Stomach pains with no obvious cause, retching in the morning. My god, she was pregnant! My Doctor House diagnosis didn’t hold up to her admittance that she had her period last week. She said she needed to go the pharmacy, but I told her she needed a doctor first and she agreed to see one when she got back to Bangkok. Here, I was expecting the bail-out, but she never suggested leaving.
Since she was in a better mood, I pulled out the camera for some pictures. She liked the results and agreed to go out on the balcony. I didn’t manage the artistic shots I’d hoped for because she was still upset about her stomach.
Photos: Por - Airport 03 04
We ended the morning around 8am and I send her off to go to Bangkok. I went to the restaurant for breakfast then back in my room to sleep. I was looking forward to getting together with Lek that evening; no need for prowling the bars and spending far too much money finding a worthy companion. There’s nothing quite like a great plan!
I grabbed a bite around 6pm and slowly made my way back to Living Dolls. I showed up around 7pm, the agreed upon time, but Lek was not there yet. I told Mamasan to tell Lek I’d be there soon and she should get ready. I went out and grabbed a beer on one of outdoor bars and watched the parade of people go by. There were some pretty good looking European tourist girls walking along.
Half an hour later, I re-entered the club and spotted Lek wearing her dance bikini. She had her supper laid out on one of the little tables. The other girls were eating or applying makeup. I went up to her and she laughed. “One million percent sure,” I told her. We chatted a bit and she asked me if I had fun with her friend. I told her that Por was nice but I was looking forward to spending time with her. When she finished eating, I untied her bikini bottom, causing it nearly to fall off and she squealed. “Go get dressed.” She ran off but stopped to talk briefly with a few girls. When the waitress came to get my drink order, I told her that I was waiting for Lek so I could pay barfine. The plan was to get out of downtown and take in a show. I imagined the little thing curled up in my arms and smiled.
After a few more minutes, I noticed Lek talking to Mamasan. She had not yet changed and Lek’s number appeared on the dance schedule. Huh? Someone rang a bell and all the girls got up on stage, including Lek. Huh? I tried to catch her eye but attention was elsewhere. All the girls waied and then started dancing to some old song. Dancing for who, exactly? I was the only guy in the bar. The song ended and most of the girls left the stage. Lek remained. I finally caught her eye and gestured for her to come over. Mamasan finally showed up and asked about the bar fine. “Yes, I was going to bar fine Lek.” She asked me if I wanted long time or short time. I told her to bring her down so I can sort that out. The plan had been long time, of course.
I lost my patience and went up to the stage to speak with her. “You want to go with me or no?” She gave me the up-to-you response. “I told you I come for you tonight and told you to get dressed. Do you want to go with me?” I got the up-to-you again. So, there she is, on stage with her co-workers, performing the I-hope-we-get-lots-of-customers ceremony and here she has a real customer with a real offer and she’s ambivalent. Fuck it. I was soooo tempted to grab the nearest hot girl in the club (of which there were slim picking) and offer to take her home. It was more trouble than it was worth, so I just walked off. I half expected her to chase after me, but it didn’t happen. Oh well.
Another thoroughly great plan dashed on the broken asphalt of Walking Street.
I headed down the street to check out bars I’d not visited yet. I was tempted to go back to Airport and take Nat, but I really wanted a girl who was a bit more responsive. There was a club set well back from the street, behind a boxing ring. I figured I’d give it a shot. It was so out-of-the-way that I figured it would be mostly empty and possess only boring girls. I was half right.
The Dollhouse (CH Link) was practically devoid of farang life, but the girls were, gulp, pretty damn good looking and most of them were topless. They were all smiling and attentive to me, too. Nice! One bare bosomed babe immediately waved me in and I started toward her. She gestured to an empty seat but another topless girl, sitting alone, patted the seat beside her. What to do, what to do? I elected to sit with sitting girl and told bare bosomed babe to join us. She stayed only a moment and had to dash off. Meanwhile, I ordered a drink for myself and tequila for Tong.
Tong was most inviting. She was good looking enough, but a bit heavy. Of course, that’s heavy by Thai standards. Back home, she’d be pretty average. Bare bosomed babe, Kik, joined us and I had my arms full of girls. I love this place!
I noticed a little doll sitting at the stage bar looking at us with a big pout. She was maybe 4’10” and maybe 40 kilos soaking wet. She had a cascade of curly black hair, beautiful bare breasts and an adorable face. I was in love. I gestured her to come over and her face lit up. With no room to sit, she got on my lap and gyrated that gorgeous ass against my groin. Oh, my!
I got to enjoy the charms of the two girls beside me while Little Doll danced on my lap. I was able to extricate my arms so I could cup both her breasts in my hands. They were one hundred percent real … and magnificent. She had to run off at one point but when she returned I had Tong get on my lap so I could put an arm around Little Doll. Tong was much more enthusiastic, and I really enjoyed caressing and fondling all three girls.
The girls got up to dance and as the stage revolved around, they gave me big smiles. Tong was indicating that she really knew how to do blowjobs and that was rather encouraging. Little Doll was a terrific dancer and Kick was just plain good looking. Decisions, decisions!
I had noticed the bar manager earlier and asked a waitress his name. “Son of a bitch!” I said. This was the same bloke who managed the Kitten Club (CH Link) when I first came to Pattaya. This guy hooked me up with one of my favorite girls ever, the most feminine Ann. I went over and introduced myself. He gave a rundown of his career after abandoning the Kitten Club to the ladyboys. He’s had an interesting career in the entertainment business, and has a knack for finding great girls. I told him of my dilemma about picking a girl and he just laughed.
It’s good for the girls to see that you’re friends with the manager. When I concluded my chat, a different girl grabbed me by the hand and led me back to my seat while rounding up my little harem. It was decision time. “I can only go with one girl. Who can kiss the best comes with me tonight and second best goes with me tomorrow.” It took a little while to explain them to them.
Tong gave me my first kiss and it was memorable. She was a bit sloppy but there was lots of tongue action. Little Doll kissed like, well, a doll. Not at all sensual or passionate. I wanted her, but knew she was riding on her looks. Kik’s kiss was not as deep as Tong’s, but she was putting heart into it. Besides, she was thinner and better looking. Now I know why beauty contests are rigged. I announced my selection and told Kik to get dressed. I told Tong I would pick her up the next night. She was delighted. Yes, I was trying my planning technique yet again. This time, I told myself, it was sure to work.
Mamasan presented a bill of just over 2000THB. The bar fine was 1000THB! Jeebus! The drinks were a bit expensive, but thirty bucks is a steal for what I got. Mamasan wanted 3000THB for long time. What the hell trend is this? I told her I was not a noob and she backed off. Kik returned wearing a perfectly appropriate summer dress. I said goodbye to the manager and we left.
Of course I had to stop by Angel Witch to catch a few acts. We arrived during Tom Jones’ “Sex Bomb” (damn, that’s an appropriate song) and grabbed seats and drinks. I was pleased that Kick ordered a beer. She was impressed with the show and we stayed until the break.
The walk to the hotel was uneventful. She struggled with her vocabulary as we chatted, but we managed well enough. In the room, she turned on the Asian MTV station and started to undress herself, but I quickly joined in on the fun. Her body was most excellent. I turned the tap on the tub in anticipation of some wet and wild times then had her lay on the bed. I began a thorough investigation of the assets I’d not already examined in the club.
Kik’s labia was almost non-existent and her clit was almost invisible to the eye or tongue. Still, I managed to get her groaning with pleasure. When I dipped my tongue into her, she was literally bursting. I was tempted to apply the ol’ rascal wrapper but was really curious as to what she’d do with my dick. I asked her to go down on me and she complied. She did a pretty good job sucking (much better than Por), using her hands a bit and tilting her head. I instructed her to use her hands on my balls and she complied.
After awhile, I got her into sixty-nine. She didn’t change her technique, but I was more interested in applying my own oral skills to that remarkably tasty honey pot. Although she was shaved, it had been a couple of days since she had done so. I didn’t care as the stubble was short and not as expansive as European women.
I could not get over how incredibly wet she was. I doned the ol’ burrito poncho and eased into her. She was small but not particularly tight (thank god). Once she was used to me, I got things going, speeding up as required. She was gripping my arms and the sheets and the pillows, thoroughly enjoying the experience.
Kik is only 21 and no baby as yet, or so she told me. She’d been in Pattaya for only a couple of months but I was surprised when I learned that I was only the fifth farang she had known in the biblical sense. I did my best to make sure she was as amenable as possible to future American farangs.
By then, the tub was ready to go and we got in. I put her against the back and lay between her legs, letting the shower play down on me rather than wet her hair. I had her give me a shampoo then I follows up by washing her. I figured I might as well trim the hedges while I was at it and proceeded to run the razor over her pubes. She objected at first, but soon relaxed. I had her return the favor by shaving my neck. She declined to shave my nuts (which were pretty smooth already, but I figured the training would do her well). I sucked her nipples and managed to go down on her in the bath. I finished washing her and she returned the favor—I mean washing-wise.
We toweled off and I tried to lead her outside to, uh, see the view. She grabbed a towel but I gave her the robe from the closet. The view was nice and she appreciated it. I wasted little time in getting her on the lounge and went down on her. She really liked looking at the stars (“My home town, have many!”), but her eyes were screwed shut when I went to work. I got her nice and wet again (damn she was splooshing) but instead of taking her there and then, I walked her over to the railing to admire the view again. (repeat earlier joke here)
We went back to the lounge then I carried her back to the bed. I kept switching back and forth between fucking and oral. She was very quiet about analingus, but it was obvious she enjoyed the sensation. I didn’t take it any further so as not to startle her. Around 2am,I had reached the point of exhaustion and we called it a night. We showered and hit the sack, watching Chinese MTV for a while (they actually play music videos!). She was coughing occasionally, but nothing serious.
An hour later, her coughing was getting worse. This was no act. It sounded very dry so I had no idea what what troubling her. She had searched her bag for medicine earlier and claimed she left it in her room. She wanted to go back now and get it … but not come back to stay with me. How is it that I this amazing effect on women? They have sex with me and then they get sick. Of all the superpowers I could have been given ….
I pulled up google translate to confirm a few things. She was indeed sick and her medicine was indeed at home and she wanted to go home and not come back. She was willing to accept 2000THB for short time and would most certainly come with me the next night after my “date” with Tong. Fair enough. I had great sex with her for a total of 3000THB, so I was cool with this. So much for my plan to do some photos of her in the beautiful morning light.
We got dressed and got her safely on a moto-taxi. It was around 3:30 by this time and I was awake so I took another walk down Walking Street.
I had no plans to find a date since I didn’t have enough cash for a bar fine. I was more interested in seeing the after-hours clubs. I didn't realize that the go-go bars stayed open as late as 4AM. There were very impressive Ruse babe wandering around, usually with their mafia-looking boyfriends, but some were probably working the street. I was most interested in the quality of babes hooked by the older guys. There were some serious stunners among that lot. I was so tempted to hang out at a bar, but I needed rest and elected to wander home.
I woke up an hour later with sharp back pain in my lower back. I’d felt it a bit as I went to sleep earlier, but now it had manifested itself. I was unable to sleep and went to the drugstore for aspirin. That did the trick but I really needed a massage.
After a leisurely morning, I wandered around to find an appropriate massage parlor. I wanted something with good-looking gals and small rooms instead of fully visible lounges. I was not interested in sex, though, I just wanted to give the masseuse unhindered access to my lower back … and other lower parts as need be. I found what I was looking for up some random soi. The four women in front were comely enough and there were no chairs.
I explained that I had a sore back and the woman in charge suggested one hour oil massage for 300THB. My masseuse, who looked barely older than twenty, took me into a curtained off area and stripped to my shorts. She tut-tutted this and told me to get naked. I suspected a bit of hanky-panky might be on the menu, but I doubted anyone ever requested what I had in mind.
With liberal amounts of oil, she went to work on my back and shoulders and spine and butt and legs and I was feeling very good. She correctly diagnosed my lower back problem “Too much boom boom?” I laughed and agreed and she laughed in return. She mentioned that a couple of times and shared her discovery with the masseuse in the next area.
She had me roll over. With barely a squeeze of my thighs, she immediately went for my flacid dick. “Oh, sleeping!” she said. Hey, I was there for relaxation, not sex. She used the oil on the little wombat but I had her go to work on my balls instead. She thought that very curious as, I’m sure, most guys want a hand job. I just love having my nuts kneaded. She ended up working both and soon the little fucker was standing at attention. “Awake now!” she said with a little pride.
I learned that my masseuse was not barely twenty but over thirty and had a child. I could probably have gotten full service, but I was saving up for proper babe banging that night. The poor chap in the next curtained off area was frustrated because I could hear him making specific requests and his masseuse saying “No can; only massage.”
Satisfied, I returned to my hotel, grabbed a bite and made my way to the club. By the time I arrived, the place was still trying to open and just a few girls there. One of them came over right away. I didn’t recognize Tong in the full light of the bar. Once I’d established it was her, I had her change and paid the bar fine of 1000THB. Mamasan asked if I want a drink. “You buy me drink?” I asked and she made a face. “I good customer. I take lady yesterday and take lady today. You buy drink for me?” Hey, it was only fair, considering how much I’d spent with them in the last twenty four hours. If someone spends a hundred bucks at your bar, you’d probably give ‘em a free drink.
Tong came out wearing a casual black summer dress and flats. Very appropriate. We left Walking Street and took the truck taxi to a nearby cinema. I saw a first run movie in a luxury theater, with a date, for less than half the price of a ticket back home. I love this place.
Back in my room, I had Tong give me a massage. She was actually better than the masseuse from earlier. “Tong, you very good!” Seriously, she was hitting all the painful spots and I was feeling terrific. We took a bath after that and then back to bed. Tong’s kissing technique can best be described as tongue sucker. Next to a really good kisser, the tongue sucker is the best you can get. Tong was very responsive to my caresses and I had her full on moaning by the time I dipped a finger into her honeypot. She could not wait much longer and slipped down to polish the ol’ tallywhacker. Her blowjob was enthusiastic, if not skillful.
She’d only been in Pattaya for a month, but she’d had plenty of experience with farangs, that’s for sure. I went down on her and she squirmed and moaned in delight. The next hour proved her quite capable. She even introduced to me a technique I’d not experienced before. She went from standard reverse cowgirl to a position where she was on all fours while I was still on my back. It’s difficult to explain, but man, it felt good.
We finished up around 1:30 and fell asleep. She was curled up next to me like a real girlfriend. Very pleasant. She woke up much too early, around 7:30, and turned on the Thai morning show. That eventually roused me and we went at it again. At one point we both slowed down to see what was on TV and we stayed like that for several minutes. Surely the best way to watch TV.
After breakfast, I had planned to get her back into bed again, but she said she had to go. I know she would have stayed if I’d insisted, but I had other things to do anyway. She wanted me to bar fine her tonight, but had told her already that I was going back for Kik. She responded by telling me I should take her and Kik. “You boom-boom Kik, I massage you.” Tempting, but Tong was more than I could handle already!
That evening, I returned to the Dollhouse to collect Kik, but arrived too early. I carried on with the staff while waiting. Tong quickly showed up and we sat while watching the other girls arrive and get ready. Tong confirmed I was there to get Kik, but told me I should take her, too, “Only for massage. You boom-boom Kik and I massage.”
Kik soon appeared wearing nothing but heels and thong. She looked awesome. She laughed and came over to sit with me, but quickly dashed off. She returned and I had girls on either side. I made sure she was feeling OK and not needing to go home for medicine again. I reminded Kik that I was there to barfine her and she should get ready. She nodded but continued to chat with Tong. Little Doll showed up after that and all three carried on. I was, naturally, eager to get a move on and paid mamasan the requisite thousand.
Kik returned with a conservative pair of shorts and somewhat dressy top. She waved goodbye to the girls and off we went. I stopped to take some pictures along the way.
Photo: Kik - Dollhouse 05
Since we had visited a show bar last time, I took her to the Isaan live music club at the end of Walking Street. She was very animated in response to the singing and comedy. I enjoyed the music and traditional dancing.
On the way back to the hotel, she admitted she had a one-year-old baby. Her body was so damn perfect, I don’t know how she did it. We stopped a street vendor so she could get some bugs to eat. There’s no easy way of putting that, so there it is.
In the hotel, things started slowly and didn’t get much faster. I was getting ambivalent vibes from her. She turned on the TV; always a bad sign. I did manage to get her her to pose then actually got her out of her clothes.
Photos: Kik - Dollhouse 06 07 08
The bath, which she enjoyed so much last time, was ritual now. In the bed, I spent considerable time getting her warmed up. Not that she needed it, she was quite wet when I tested her. When I finally got into her, she lasted just over five minutes (yes, I actually checked the clock for this) before complaining of pain.
The little wombat is not known far and wide for it’s length or breadth, so I’m hardly a home-wrecker when it comes down to it. Whatever was causing the pain was neither my size nor a lack of lubrication. I went down on her again and she found that uncomfortable as well. Dammit. I said we should sleep and try again in the morning.
Half an hour later, she was sending text messages and then received a phone call. Oh, wouldn’t you know it, the strangest thing just happened: her baby is sick and she needs to go to Bangkok! At first, I thought she meant she wanted to go with me to Bangkok the next day, but no, she wanted to leave right now.
Fine.
I told her I would give her 1000THB. When she expressed surprise, I laid it out for her. This was the second time she had bailed out on me. She could take the thousand or get the full three thousand in the morning. She elected to bail and I got her out the door.
Sleep or mess around? The plan was to spend my last night in the arms of a warm and friendly girl. I headed back into the nightlife. I was tempted to check out a couple more clubs and see what was available, but it was 2:30 and didn’t want to waste more time. I went back to get Tong.
I walked into Dollhouse and grabbed a seat. Some of the girls recognized me and got excited. They were all pointing to themselves and then to me. Tong was equally thrilled (that I had returned) and distressed (that I might grab a different girl). When I pointed to her she excitedly got off the stage and joined me.
I explained why I returned. “You wan take me?” she asked. It was getting close to three and I figured I could save some money by coming back when they close. Unfortunately, they didn’t close until 4AM. Fortunately, the bar fines went down at 3AM. Unfortunately, they only went down to 700THB. Tong wanted 3000THB for long time, but I convinced her that 2000 was acceptable at this hour. I paid and we parted.
Tong wanted to stop at the Isaan music club, but it was bedtime. By the time we got to my room and got cleaned up, I was beat and suggested we sleep. She was a bit disappointed by this, but accepted that she would not be boom-booming right away. At 6AM, though, she was getting restless and frisky. I tried to sleep a bit longer, but she wasn’t having it. I couldn’t figure out why she was up so early, but she explained my snoring kept waking her. Damn!
Well, if there was no sleeping, there was only one thing to do and that’s exactly what she wanted. Tong loves sex and works hard to enjoy herself. We repeated the positions from our previous night. Despite the airconditioning, her exertion produced a sheen of perspiration on her skin. I put her on her stomach to finish off. We cleaned up afterward and she wanted to know how long I wanted her to stay. “Up to you,” I told her. I had to leave in the afternoon and figured she didn’t have much else to occupy her time until working at 8pm, but she wanted to go before breakfast! I figured we’d eat together, go back to the room for another session of boom-boom and maybe get a massage from her skilled hands. She told me she wanted to go to her room so she could sleep. With some small degree of embarrassment, I let her go.
The plan now was to go to Bangkok and see my secretary sweetheart.
I wonder how that will go.
