Introduction
This is obviously a sequel to a story titled “Laotian Sex Vacation” that has already been posted on this website. (You are encouraged to read it if you haven’t done so already.) It is about a pair of 43-year-old friends who decide that vacationing in Las Vegas annually has become tedious, so they decide to travel to Laos where an all-inclusive hotel package includes unlimited hooker service! Here is the second instalment of this story...
Part One
I, Murray Stanton, was completely thrilled. You could hardly fault me for that. My week-long vacation at Supreme Spa in distant Laos was proving to be fantastic—and I had been there less than 24 hours along with my buddy Gene Jacklin. In that brief time, I had received wonderful sexual services—several times—from a stunning, young Asian cutie half my age known only to me as Girl #12. That was her ID badge number. I loved that the payment arrangement for the girls employed there encouraged long stays with their clients. They were men who were almost entirely foreigners and typically fortyish. Within an hour of arriving, I had bedded a beautiful and affectionate harlot in my room, strongly ejaculated in her pussy twice, and had fallen asleep in her loving arms. When I awoke hours later, she was still romantically clinging to me. It was marvelous! There was certainly nothing similar to this type of all-inclusive vacation option back in western Canada where I lived and ran my own company. I assumed my buddy Gene was experiencing and enjoying the same type of intimate pleasures that I was.
I reluctantly broke from Girl #12’s sweet embrace. I was hungry because I hadn’t had a decent meal in many hours. (I don’t count airplane food as substantial meals.) I was going to sample the food at Supreme Spa’s all-day buffet that featured western-style cuisine. I intended to quietly step out of my room, leave Girl #12 sleeping in my bed, and return to her charms after I had finished my repast. However, it occurred to me that lovely Girl #12 might wrongly believe that I had abandoned her and she would leave. I didn’t want that to happen! I planned on enjoying several more hours of her excellent company. After all, she was easily the most beautiful girl I had ever screwed in my life. I decided to wake her to tell her I’d be back soon for some more pleasurable fucking.
I gently grasped her by her shoulders—even they were sexy—and gave her a mild shaking to rouse her from her slumber. The moment she opened her eyes she kissed me, which I found endearing, of course. I looked at the wall clock in my room.
“It’s about 4:30 a.m.,” I told her. “I’m hungry. I’m going to get dressed and head to the buffet. I understand it has excellent food.” It then occurred to me that Girl #12 would make a wonderful dining companion. “Would you like to accompany me there?” I asked her.
She surprised me by saying she was not permitted to go to the buffet room—even as my companion. I asked her why.
“This is a new rule. It was established maybe six months ago,” she answered. “All the girls here still eat food from the buffet, but we have it delivered to us in the waiting room or in the client’s hotel room by one of the assistants. Too many horny men were fucking us in the buffet room. It was awkward, messy, and the screwing disrupted the guests from getting their food. That’s why employees are no longer allowed there. When I’m hungry, I’ll order some food to be brought to me.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I replied. Then I laughed at the wild visual image in my brain of guys my age screwing prostitutes in the spa’s buffet line. “Okay, you sweet thing,” I told her. “Go back to sleep. I’ll return soon once I’ve eaten something.” I took one last look at her before I went out the door. I couldn’t help myself. I was compelled to return to the bedside and fondle and suck on her breasts for a few seconds to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope, Girl #12 was absolutely real—and so were those succulent, pokey tits of hers!
When I got to the buffet, it was nearly deserted because of the hour. Only two tables had diners. The staff was in the middle of changing the fare from dinner to breakfast, so I had a strange combination of foods to satisfy my hunger: roast beef, mashed potatoes, oatmeal, grits, scrambled eggs, mango juice, and black coffee. It was all delicious. I should have stayed longer to savor it, but there was a certain someone sleeping in my bed in Room 217 whom I wanted to savor more. Within 15 minutes I was back there for another fabulous fuck with Girl #12.
She had fallen asleep again. I quickly disrobed, gave my rising dick a few swift yanks to speed up my erection, and climbed into bed with her. I whispered in her ear, “I’m back from breakfast...and I want to come all over your gorgeous tits.” I wasn’t entirely sure if she had heard me, but she became wide awake when I thrusted my stiff penis into her vagina.
“Oh, Mr. Moo-ray!” she exclaimed, cutely mispronouncing my first name. “You are very horny for so early in the morning, but I enjoy the fucking you do to me.”
“I enjoy the fucking I do, too!” I agreed. “I also enjoy whom I’m fucking. Your pussy is fabulous. It just grabs my dick like it belongs there!” After several thoroughly fun minutes of lively screwing, and an orgasm clearly approaching, I pulled out of Girl #12’s vagina and began jerking off. I intended to fire a cum shot onto her small but pointy tits, as I had promised. Girl #12, being quite helpful and kind, said, “Let me do that for you, Mr. Moo-ray!” She promptly placed her left hand on my rod, squeezed it, gave it a few deft tugs, and launched my cum shot across her tits. Given the fact that I had come twice just a few short hours before, I was impressed by the amount of jism that my testicles had produced.
Apparently, Girl #12 thought the same thing. “Ooh, that’s a good cum shot, mister,” she declared. “Your balls have been busy since we came to bed. Three times you have come in our fucking together. That’s very good, mister.”
I said nothing. I embraced her and gave her a very romantic kiss. I did not care that I was wallowing in my own semen, nor did she. Once again, we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Life was good!
We awoke about six hours later. As much as I loved having Girl #12 as a bedmate, I decided to sample the delights of some of Supreme Spa’s other capable employees. I told my pretty hooker that she was free to go whenever she wanted to do so. To my utter delight, she seemed sad about it. “Aw, you are such a nice gentleman client, Mr. moo-ray,” she said. “I was hoping to fuck you for a few days, maybe a whole week. You have a nice dick and we fuck well together, don’t you think?”
I quickly agreed with her, saying, “Yes, I definitely think we fuck well together. Three cum shots from an old guy like me can’t be an accident, but I want to bed some of your friends here to see if they are as good at sex as you are. Thank you so much. Fucking you has been truly wonderful.”
“I understand,” she responded. “I’ll be here for the next three weeks. Could be even longer. Maybe we’ll have one more fuck together before you leave, okay? I’d like that.”
What a sweetheart Girl #12 had been! I hoped my next hooker selection would work out equally well.
Part Two
I returned to the buffet for lunch. Classic American foods were on the menu this day. I feasted on three loaded cheeseburgers, a mountain of crinkle-cut French fries, three bottles of cherry cola, and a plate covered with tortilla chips. I had discovered that fucking a beautiful Asian prostitute could build up one’s appetite. During my huge lunch, I engaged in conversation with three people I had recognized as passengers from the shuttle bus I had ridden from the airport. Two of them were rookies—first-time visitors to Supreme Spa—just like I was. The other one, a German tourist, was enjoying his fourth trip there in six months. We were all satisfied customers and we recommended, by their ID numbers, the girls we had found so satisfying.
After I explained how wonderfully affectionate and fabulous Girl #12 had been to me, a fellow named Brian from England amusingly told us about Girl #29. A local Laotian lass, she was quite enthusiastic about anal sex and openly promoted it to him. Brian had no intention of doing that with her; he was content with normal, vaginal fucking. After doing his carnal business in her regular hole, however, Girl #29 told him. “If you like putting your penis in my pussy, mister, you’ll like it in my bum even more. Fuck my ass please. I enjoy it.” So he did.
An American from Delaware named Raymond said he spent two straight hours fucking Girl #83, an attractive but diminutive Thai, in the shower of his hotel room. He found he enjoyed fucking her, then washing her, then fucking her again and washing her again. “I’ve never been so clean in all my life!” he kidded.
The German named Hans spoke English well. He said he had two girls in his bed. “They are #92 and #93. I think they are sisters,” he said. I fucked them when I was here last month. They enjoy servicing men almost as much as they enjoy pleasuring each other. That turns me on for some reason. They never leave my bed without a big load of my semen in both their pussies. I recommend them highly.”
This erotic shop talk was doing wonders to revive my tired penis. I could feel it starting to awaken. I had told Gene I intended to make every moment of my trip to Supreme Spa fruitful, so I excused myself from my dining companions. I said to them, “All this sexy chatter is making me horny. I’m done eating lunch, so I’m heading to the waiting room to see which girl I intend to screw next. Gentlemen, let’s get together again over lunch to compare notes.”
Part Three
I hustled down the hallway to the waiting room where about a dozen girls sat in folding chairs. Some were reading magazines. Some were watching and old John Candy comedy movie. Others were just chatting. I immediately was drawn to a small, very busty girl who was wearing #74. She was probably 22 or 23 years old. Nevertheless, her hair was in pigtails and she was wearing an outfit that resembled a school uniform to give her a younger appearance. It did—and I liked it. She was definitely my next choice to be my bedmate. I passed along my request to the attendant. Soon Girl #74 was accompanying me to my second-floor hotel room.
I think she was a Thai. Her English was so poor that I couldn’t have a meaningful conversation with her. Girl #74’s English vocabulary consisted of just of few corrupted and amusing terms: “fucky-fucky”, “boom-boom”, “lick dick” and others similar in nature. Still, we managed to communicate well enough to have an adequate understanding regarding what was about to happen when we got to Room #217.
Upon unlocking the door and stepping inside, I noticed I had fresh linen on my bed! I figured Girl #12 must have kindly alerted the maid service that my sheets had been soiled with cum and vaginal discharge.
My newest bedmate sat on the edge of the mattress. I began kissing her, but she was not nearly as enthusiastic nor romantic as her predecessor had been regarding sexual foreplay. No matter. If Girl #74 wanted to get directly to the important business of fucking, I’d happily oblige her. I swiftly unbuttoned her white blouse to expose her bra. It was probably deliberately a size too small to highlight her best feature—large, round, jiggly boobs. What a pair they were! The slightest bit of movement started them bouncing. It was very erotic to me. I knew I’d have a field day playing with them.
Off came her blue, pleated skirt, her red panties, and her girlish knee socks. Unlike Girl #12, Girl #74 had shaved her pussy. Again, I think it was to give her the appearance of being much younger than she actually was. I did not object to that. My penis was now at full alert and was making a noticeable bulge in my trousers. I undressed in a hurry.
I wasn’t very subtle in my actions. I engulfed Girl #74 in my arms, dropped her onto the center of the freshly made bed, and immediately went to work—if you call caressing a busty Asian girl’s mammary glands “work”! I pounced on her lovely breasts. They were terrific fun bags. I squeezed them more roughly than I had with Girl #12 because they were at least twice the size of my first hooker’s assets. Next, I buried my face between them and gave them plenty of amorous attention with my tongue. I straddled her to give her a titty-fuck. I was convinced that if I had not come just a few hours earlier, I would have sprayed a huge load of semen all over her sexy chest. Therefore, it was lucky for me that I wasn’t operating at the moment with a fully loaded dick. I could extend the good times longer.
Girl #74 had natural gifts, but she had also learned how to admirably perform the fine art of fellatio on my stiff rod. She used a series of sensuous licks on my shaft and my testicles to bring me to the height of arousal. I intended to come in her shaved pussy rather than in her mouth, however, so I terminated her excellent blowjob so I could stick my manhood deep into her pretty, bald vagina via the missionary position. I found it to be a surprisingly tight pussy, so the fuck had an extra sensuous quality to it. I only lasted a couple of minutes before an orgasm occurred. All things considered, I managed another decent-sized cum shot, all of which stayed inside her pussy. I let out a celebratory yelp, which I had last done when I bagged Mary Milligan one afternoon when I was 15. She was a blonde cutie who delivered the daily newspaper to my family’s house.
I fell forward onto Girl #74, conveniently placing my head between her tremendous tits. I gave them a few sucks but I could feel sleep approaching again. (Fucking this often was hard work for a 43-year-old!) However, my alertness returned when Girl #74 suggested, “Bum-fuck me now, please.” Her ID number was not the same as the girl that Brian, my British lunch companion, had screwed that way, but she was apparently cut from the same cloth. If Girl #74 wanted me to stick my penis up her ass, I would happily oblige—although I’d never even considered doing such a thing before with any female.
My dick was flaccid after my ejaculation. I told Girl #74, “In order for me to give you an anal fucking, I’m going to need more than a little help from you to get me aroused again. I’m not as young as I once was.”
I knew she likely understood nothing I said, but she got the general idea of my request when I placed my penis at the front of her mouth. Girl #74 accepted it orally and gave it more sensuous licks and kisses. (She really was quite good at that particular sex act.) It took nearly five minutes, but my overworked rod did regain its glorious stiffness.
Upon seeing that I was ready for action, Girl #74 rolled over and elevated her bum into the air. I caressed its cheeks first, just for fun. Then I positioned my penis so it barely touched her anus. This was an entirely new sexual experience for me, so I took it slowly. I didn’t want to hurt my busty bedmate nor myself with any sort of roughness. I slid it inside, millimeters at a time. I found it to be a tight fit—almost too close-fitting to be enjoyable. Nevertheless, I persevered until every trace of my penis was buried in Girl #74’s behind.
“I like!” she said. “Give me boom-boom there.” I took that to mean I should thrust my penis in and out of her just like I had fucked her pussy about 10 minutes earlier. I did my best to please her, and I apparently did, based upon Girl #74’s frequent squeals of delight. Her reaction more than my minimal enjoyment of bum-fucking put me over the edge. A small cum shot left my dick and ended up where nature definitely did not intend for it to go inside a nubile female’s body. I was convinced that would be my first and last foray into anal sex. It really did not appeal to me. Call me old-fashioned, but I definitely preferred good, traditional vaginal fucking over buggery. I quickly took a shower to remove all traces of what I had just done to please Girl #74’s anal fetish.
After my cleansing shower, I dried myself and jumped into bed with my zaftig Thai girl. I spent perhaps 20 minutes simply playing with her mountainous jugs and giving them ample licks and sucks. This was much more fun for me than butt-ramming was. Eventually, sleep slowly overcame me and I dozed off with Girl #74 in my arms—or at least her big, bulbous boobs in my hands. I was exhausted. I needed rest—and lots of it—if I hoped to keep up anything close to this frequency of fucking throughout my entire week at Supreme Spa.
When I awoke well refreshed some 10 hours later, I was alone in bed and alone in my hotel room. Girl #74 had left. Perhaps her shift had ended and she wasn’t interested in accruing easy companion points just by sticking around with me. Perhaps she didn’t fancy my company (or my penis) as Girl #12 obviously had. It didn’t matter. There were plenty of other hookers at Supreme Spa to be fucked. I was looking forward to more bedroom adventures—but before I could continue, I desperately needed another large meal from the buffet to fuel my lust.