Thai Nests Double Pop-A-Thon Part 2: Thank you Temple Street and Goodnight!
Date & Time of Session: 18/08/2018 around 4pm
Location: 192 Temple Street
Name: Emmy
Nationality & Language: Thai, good English
Age: mid 20s
Face: 4/5
Body: 4/5
Skill: 3/5
Service: BBBJ, mish
GFE: 4/5
PSE: 4/5
Price & Session Length: 150 about 20 mins
Repeat: No, other options too tempting.
The scent of the delectable Miew still in my nostrils, (see previous report,) and spurred on by thoughts of my double whammy yesterday, I made tracks for the shop with the big, copper kettle and the bowls of that mysterious tea. The crone at the counter grinned as I appoached and handed me the bowl, which I downed in one to her obvious approval. A few turns around the block casing the chicks on the corners - an aloof bunch, as far as I can tell - perhaps I'm not their target group - and I headed for the grime-encrusted doorway of 192. Upstairs with the mamasan and I was confronted with a couch full of four tiny Thais, all as sweet as ripe mangoes and pushing back the boundaries of cute to new levels.
Emmy was the smallest of the lot, dressed in tiny, faded denim hot pants and a white singlet. She had translucent pale skin, tiny breasts and a figure not unlike a spider-monkey, but an extremely sexy spider-monkey, if you can imagine such a thing. She also had a crooked smile that said trouble, and trouble was exactly what I wanted to get into...
Money to the mamasan, into the room and we undressed swiftly; she revealing an almost alarmingly youthful frame, with a rather delicate tattoo covering a birth scar, me revealing the sweating pink frame of a 55 year old pervert... My god, you've got to admire these women!
After some playful rubbing of my belly with some comedy banter and a squat over the bucket for a wash, she lay on the bed and motioned for me to join her. I stood beside the bed, pointing my engorged weapon at her (that tea is serious stuff!) and she slid over and started to suck. She took the blow job very seriously, with lots of massage of my testes, and a finger venturing further past my perineum, but stopping short of any probing.
Then she lay back. "you fuck me now, fat man!"
With smooth lines like that, how could I resist!
She inserted my penis into a form-fitting rubber case, as is the usual procedure, and I clambered eagerly on board, dwarfing her tiny frame. She guided me in, the her face assumed an almost evil expression and she barked "You fuck me HARD!!!"
And, fuck me, I fucking DID fuck her hard! I fucking fucked her harder than I can ever remember fucking ANYONE before!
'Come ON, fat man, FUCK me, she grunted, her tiny feet either side of my head flying towards the ceiling with every thrust. It was a thick old rubber, and I had already ejaculated less than an hour before, so things were taking a while...
"You GOOD fat man, FUCK ME!!!!"
With no regard for my lower back, I upped the pace still further, up to 11, if you will,
"YES, PUM PUI, YES!!!"
Oh, fuck, that did it. The Thai phrase for "endearingly plump" always gets me and, grunting like a sow and thrashing like an eel in a trap, I let fly the pearlescent platoon and collapsed so hard I was concerned that I'd break her.
What a champion she was. She hugged me, panting and laughing.
"Good boy. You fuck good. Wash now."
We did, we dressed, oddly we shook hands, and I bid farewell to the Thai Nests of Temple Street, for I had other plans for the last day of my Hong Kong adventure.
Happy Mongering everybody! | |
