One of my first ever posts on here was about a weird, yet awesome night I once had with a Thai ladyboy. I was on a business trip in the land, and affair led to another and shablammo, things happened. Big whoop. But ! Something else happened as well. And that did n't involve a ladyboy. Or a boy. Or even a lady. knack on, sit back, and I 'll secern you all about it.

Now for the record : this happened after I had the little penis-plus-boobs-in-one-package risky venture. I knew I was going to consume to wash away the grease somehow, and banging a legit female creature was the only option. Bear in mind, that 's not a huuuuuuge issue when you 're 6'7 and blond, but still, it had to be done.

One night, I was walking through a somewhat tricksy part of Pattaya, when I spotted a girl sitting on the side of the road. I could n't tell whether she was bored, sad, drunk, high, or whatever. I stopped and looked at her, and she smiled. That 's a ecumenical signboard to walk up there and say hi, so that 's what I did. Turned out, after a loooong clip ( her side sucked for real ) that she did this pretty much every night. Just sit there and expect at people walking by. It 's a miracle she was even still alert.

I sat down next to her, lit up a cig, gave her one and watched her almost choke. Then we stared at the mass passing by, commenting on their looks. She actually turned out to be a fun young woman to tattle to, even though I could barely understand her. But there was something more crucial : she was precious. Like really precious. I mean I have a thing for Asian, I 'll gladly take that, and she was n't your average-looking Asian hottie, but something about her made her really frckn attractive to me.

When I asked her whether she lived in the neighbourhood, she pointed at the sign behind us. Made common sense for her to be sitting right in front of her own place, right ? So I asked if she could show me around, maybe even construct me a drinking, 'cause I had n't had a beer in over an hour. She stood up and opened the door. I had the shock absorber of my life when an entire family was chilling at the dinner tabular array, barely even looking at us, let alone enter themselves.

I followed her up a pair of very fragile stairs ( enceinte view on her petite ass though ! ) and through a doorway that was n't really a door, but more than like a declamatory towel hanging from the ceiling. Her room was - how do I put this delicately - a add together mess. Clothes everywhere. Empty beer ass everywhere. Ashtrays everywhere. There was a cakehole in the bulwark through which I could see what looked like the neighbor'bathroom. Very off-putting - to about people. But I was here with a intention, and the environment was just about perfective for that determination.

We sat down on her bed, and for a brief mo, there was secrecy. ( Figuratively speaking, of course, 'cause I could hear people fighting upstairs, multitude cleaning the dinner party table downstairs, and, I think, multitude banging each former 's brains out somewhere on the same floor. I decided silence was now a no-go, so I put my script on her ( naked, 'cause shorts ) thigh and kissed her sassing. She returned the buss, then stood up, told me to wait and ran out the doorway. I could hear her in the way next to me, and when I realized that was actually the bathroom, I quickly grabbed her wallet off of her desk and looked inside. Her ID told me she had just turned 19 ( *breathes planetary house of relief* ). I also learned her name was Lawan.

When she returned, I was already chilling back on her bed, without a shirt. Lawan sat on the bed and crawled towards me, kicking off her shoes. As I helped her get rid of her clothes, I started to make how well my luck was turning out.

Top : gone. Barely any breast, very Asian-like. Bra : gone. I had nothing to do with that, she was n't wearing any ( no need to, I guess ). straightaway kiss to retard things down a bit. short circuit : gone. petite of thongs that tried to conceal between her hind end brass. Thong : gone. monolithic amount of pubic hair, just the way one would imagine any Asian girl. Her body was adorably tiny, I barely felt it when she climbed onto me. Whatever had happened in the john, I had no idea, but when I reached between her legs and felt her up, she was already more than prepare. And I was in no climate of waiting, either.

She seemed impatient, waiting for me to unbutton my jeans and give myself hard enough for her to sit on me. As she did, there was a brief moment in which I seemed to be stuck half-way through, but she leaned into it with everything she got ( which was way too much, if you ask me ) and finally, her ass rested on my thighs. She paused for a few seconds, closing her centre and breathing in, before she started to slowly lift her body into the air, only a few inches, and blue it again. I grabbed her barely existing boobs and played around with her nipples ( she loved that ) and pushed her backwards to give myself a wagerer angle. The mo her hands rested on my shins, and I could gaze upon that tiny body wiggling about on top of me, was the moment I grew fully hard. And boy, did she finger it.

Lawan screamed as I spread her pussy brim - just for the interest of a full position - and moved my articulatio coxae upwards, hitting her G-spot with the tip of my tool. And she kept screaming as I fucked her - legit screaming, decibel that could be heard all around the auction block, given the pathetic body politic of the walls and ceilings.

In fact, Lawan 's screaming was so loud, the people downstairs stopped doing whatever it was they were doing, and moments later, loud feet ran up the stair. The door opened and and I looked straight into the face of a very tempestuous middle-aged man, shouting words I did n't even remotely understand. Lawan started to call back, but she did n't stop moving. The man, who appeared to be her dad, came into the room and tried to attract her off of me - unsuccessfully. After a few more watchword that sounded like oath, he disappeared. Lawan looked at me, smiling. I smiled back, for I had no idea what else to do.

Back to fucking, then, I thought. I pushed Lawan off of me and pulled her off the bed. She bent over and held onto a chairperson as I stood behind her. I had to bend my genu a fair bit in rules of order to be able-bodied to even stimulate the tip of my dick slide between her kitty-cat brim, but when it did, I thrust my hips forward and slide back inside her. I could hear my miserable belly shot against her ass over her moan. The chair on which she leaned skreak and I was positive it was going to render way, when a face appeared behind the hole in the rampart. I could have sworn it was Lawan 's face, but it could n't be ( I was n't that wino ). The human face, even though I had expected it to vanish the moment I took notice of it, stayed.

I kept fucking Lawan from behind, and I kept looking at the face through the hole in the wall. Lawan had to have noticed it herself as well, but she did nothing about it, nor did she severalise me to stop - so I did n't. I grabbed her hips and pulled her finisher towards me every time I pushed my body forward. At this point - and I ca n't be sure enough this actually happened but I 'm moderately damn sure enough it did - Lawan came, screaming even louder than before, holding tight onto the chair. I kept going, however - if there was one thing I would get out of this freakishly Wyrd experience, it was going to be an orgasm.

Now, I do n't have a go at it how much all you guys love the fantasy ( or maybe even the actual retention ) of girls and their similitude Sister, but for me, the realization of that sheer possibility did something to me. To this day, I still do n't know whether the human face in the pickle in the rampart was actually Lawan 's twin sister 's, but the second that very thought entered my mind, I was all gone. I think ( I hope ! ) I pulled out just in time for the inaugural wafture of cum to hit the rachis of her leg, and I can safely say everything else landed on her tiny ass and depressed back. I kept staring at the face as I blew my load over Lawan. She let me, waiting for me to finally let go of her. Then she stood up, cum dripping down her leg, as she walked towards the boldness, that vanished just in time for Lawan 's paw to hit it.

My hawkshaw was still twitching when Lawan picked up my shirt from the floor and pushed it into my bureau. Go, she screamed, go go go go go ! I put my shirt back on, but did n't even possess time to button my jeans back up : I got pushed down the stairs with my half-hard dick still out. I ignored the screaming in the support room and quickly ran outside to avoid being chased by Lawan 's raging dad. She followed me outside and waited for the door to be slammed shut behind us.

The peace outside brought the both of us back to our senses. I laughed, and even Lawan chuckled, before she kissed me on the cheek. It was n't until she had disappeared back inside and the screaming had once again started before I realized my dick was hanging out. I finally hid it safely back into my pants, stared at the house for a few second and took off. As I walked away, the noise eased down. I was back in the knavish region of Pattaya, with the refreshful memory of a petite short Central Thai girl in front of me, and the imaging of that very Thai girlfriend, fully naked, having to explain what had happened to her dad - and possibly to her similitude sister as well .