by Serge Koos
(09/13/06)

Today Hui wears a short-sleeved blouse with rainbow stripes, and a tight black skirt. She has sandals on bare feet and a miniscule rectangular Gucci-imitation handbag with a gilded buckle slung over her bony shoulder. She doesn't walk, she tiptoes into my hotel room like a cat whose hunger outweighs its fear. Although Hui's been here every day for the past week, she still treads cautiously, remembering our first meeting. She glides toward the table, brushes a crisp hundred dollar bill to the floor, and tosses her bag casually onto the table.

Heading for my broad queen bed she gains confidence, but still her posture is unassuming, unpretentious, unbusinesslike. I wonder if this is how Hui treats all her clients. Like it's not about money to her. Is she a great professional...or great amateur?

I'm sitting on the edge of the unmade bed. She initiates contact by playfully shoving me. Playfully, I fall on my back. She undoes her sandals and kicks them off. She climbs on the bed, braced on her knees over my prostrate body.

Her skin is white, her face both European and Asian, depending on the angle. Its oval shape and pronounced cheekbones are European, but the depth of her eyes is unmistakably Asian. Her eyes: they are green and study me dispassionately, as if trying to descry commonalities across our cultural and linguistic divide.

She is short and very slender. Her movements when she begins to undress me are lithe and efficient, her hands soft and deft. She strips off my clothes until I lie spread out, stark naked, with a growing erection, on my queen bed in the three-star Phara Patong Hotel in the Phuket District of Bangkok.

I blink, and she straddles me, her sharp knees poking the mattress. Her thighs press tightly against my ribcage. I blink and she props herself up on her hands and arches her back, exposing her slim midriff with a tiny belly-button in the middle. The soft globes of her ass rest on my erection.

I am electrified. My hands are sweaty and shaky when, with one swift motion, I take the hem of Hui's blouse and pull it over her head. She lowers herself, her long raven-wing hair tickling my face, her suddenly quickened breath brushing my lips like a wind that kisses you suddenly around a corner.

I unclasp her bra and her breasts come tumbling out. She tosses the bra vaguely over her shoulder to the accumulating pile of clothes at the edge of the bed. Her breasts are round and firm, the nipples bloated and perky, staring down at me in challenge.

I put my mouth over the right one and suck. Hui groans and offers me the other one. I suckle on the other nipple, sliding my hands down her smooth thighs to the tight little buttocks. I squeeze them. The muscles flex and relax in my hands.

I let go of her nipple. She arches her back again. I feel the pregnant bulge between her legs. Every day I discover it for the first time. Every time I'm a virgin all over again, exploring uncharted terrain. Every time it's like the first time. The excitement never ebbs.

Blindly I find the zipper at the back of Hui's skirt and undo it. She lies on her back between my legs and raises her own slim legs. I pull the skirt down her thighs, down her shins, her ankles.

Her penis and testicles are snugly coiled in a woman's thong, hidden in a pink triangle of fabric. My mouth is as dry as if I'd just spent a week in the desert without water.

I take off the last piece of Hui's clothing and give her body a long, panoramic, gluttonous look.

Her uncut dong is light brown, thick at the basis and adorned with a tuft of glistening black pubic hair. It tapers gradually towards its pink tip, the foreskin covering most of its head. Her testicles are sheathed in a tight, dark-brown sac.

Almost against my will, I lower my mouth and swallow her penis. Anxiously and greedily I begin to suck it, just like I sucked her nipples moments ago. The sensation is both bewildering and utterly pleasant. Her penis is warm and soft in my mouth. It hardens like a balloon, until it fills all my mouth and I have to push its shaft into my throat, deeper, and then even deeper.

My mouth becomes a pussy. Hui's penis thrusts in and out, in and out, rhythmically, building toward release. As it gorges it becomes unbearably big -- for a second so big that I can't breathe -- yet I feel nothing but reluctance when I let it out of my mouth. Hui groans, her face knotted in spasms of pleasure.

The reality comes fully home in a silent scream: I've just sucked a penis! Yet again. Me, a born-and-bred heterosexual, one who's loved and possessed many women -- and only women -- is giving a blowjob ! Yet again. For the seventh day straight. It's been the same scream every day for the past week, ever since my first meeting with Hui. Every time this thought passes through me like a tidal wave, leaving a renewed charge of pleasure.

Hui's little mouth eats my dick and chews it until I have to push her head off, lest I come. She pants, a string of saliva dripping from her mouth. She wipes it off and smiles lasciviously.

She's a little forest animal. She's a marvel. A straight-up woman from her long gorgeous hair to the wide curvy thighs. Clothed, she would fool anyone. She fooled me! And a man from the waist down. A six-inch, fully functional penis oscillates expectantly, side to side before my face like a drunken sailor.

When we come together, our penises are two bulging red throbs fueled by lust like two rockets five seconds before the launch. We hold them and lightly knock them against each other, like two dog owners letting their pets sniff each other out on the street. My dick is circumcised, but a bit longer and a bit thicker. There's no feeling of competition, only mutual admiration. Our pets like each other all right.

My hands are on Hui's buttocks, spreading them. I moisten my index finger and slide it into her anus. I pop out my finger and slide my tongue as deep as I can into it. Then I lap the wrinkled skin.

I take a little vial of Vaseline from the lamp stand, uncap it, and squeeze some into her anus. I push the entire length of my index finger into her. I wiggle it in expanding circles, getting Hui ready for a bigger entrance. I use more Vaseline to lubricate my penis, hold it in my hand and push it into her. As I go halfway in, her body writhes, her fists clench. I bring myself all the way down and she utters a cry. She takes the entire length of my dick and then I begin to move, smoothly and energetically, like a Porsche piston.

Her body relaxes and I increase the speed. We change position to lie on our sides. I massage her penis with my right hand, keeping it engorged, pumping it from behind.

Then I pull out and lie down, offering my butt. She has the Vaseline in her hands. I feel cold sticky liquid as a prelude to unearthly pleasure. Hui slides her lubricated finger just an inch in. My sphincter contracts and gulps down the rest of her finger greedily. She slithers her finger out, then slowly plunges in her uncut dick. There's a general blackout starting in my brain and spreading through my body. I almost panic -- I won't be able to sustain so much ecstasy. She begins to hump me. I go in and out of consciousness as she goes in and out of my ass.

I met Hui in a bar on Bangla Road. I'd come to Thailand on a business trip, my first time here, as a representative of the New Hampshire company that makes plastic food containers. We have two production plants on the outskirts of Bangkok.

The business trip was scheduled to last two weeks. It included negotiations with the plant managers to cut workers' wages, which had been steadily rising with the Thai economy, and to introduce new machinery that would allow us to lay off a third of the workforce. There were other meetings, some pretty nasty, with the government officials who were squeezing us dry.

I came with two others from the company. They stayed in the same hotel, hung out together, and kept aloof from me. I saw one of them take off his wedding band and slip it into his pocket. Both were bald, pudgy, middle-aged, and married. Once business was over for the day they would run off to the Red Light District. I saw them on Patong Karon Road, with four brown-skinned girls in tow, stupid grins on their chubby white faces, like high school kids who'd just gotten lucky.

On the fourth day of the trip, I was sitting, alone in the bar on Bangla Road sipping my sour beer.

A girl slid onto the bar stool next to me and without much ado asked, in English, what my name was. She was cute, with long hair, big eyes and soft hands. Her skin was light and her breasts round -- a hooker. I ordered her drink of choice, a margarita. We tried to make a conversation, but it wasn't easy: her English was very rudimentary. I asked her name. It was Hui, and she wanted to see my hotel suite. We walked along the promenade and hailed a taxi. Fifteen minutes later we were on my bed, discovering each other's bodies in pitch darkness. I groped my horny hand into her crotch. She had an erection.

I recoiled, bumping the lamp, which crashed to the floor. I slid my hand along the wall, found the switch, and turned the overhead lights on. I looked at Hui. And sure thing, she had a penis, and her penis had a huge erection.

I stumbled towards the bathroom, leaned over the sink and began to dry-heave, but couldn't throw up. I caught Hui's reflection in the mirror. She was still naked, standing in the doorway, studying me calmly. I didn't know what to say.

She smiled and began to speak: Me, Hui, katoey, ladyboy. Me a girl all. Me no lies. You try. You no like no money. You like you call Hui. You like! Gua-ran-tee.

Her body was feminine. So was her voice. She was a girl. Except for the penis.

I studied it. It wasn't entirely unattractive, I thought.

I took her back to the bed. I took it in my hand and squeezed it. Her penis was like a hot-blooded, living thing, separate from her female body. I stroked it gently. I squatted and held it in my hand, kneading. Then, on a spur of the moment, I eased it into my mouth. My "ladyboy" stood above me. I was holding her ass and sucking her penis...and I was loving it.

That night I had my ass fucked for the first time. When it was over, Hui asked How it was? I gave her a hundred, twice as much as she'd asked for, and told her to come back the next day.

I'm on my back, my legs on Hui's shoulders, and she's shoving her penis into me with so much energy and excitement my skin is tingling. It's like being high on coke, like you're at the top of the world, but so light-headed that you could crash at any moment. But it doesn't matter. I'm being fucked out of all the day's stress and bullshit. I moan. My sweet moment of release is coming. I'm stroking my cock, holding myself moments away from coming, waiting for Hui to reach the same height.

Suddenly she pulls out. I see her dick quiver, inches away from my face, and then her sperm spurts out and hits me in the eye, on the lips, on the chin, over the cheeks. I open my mouth wide and swallow the rest. I take Hui's spent cock and suck it dry, still stroking myself. Then I push her down and thrust myself into her eager, open mouth.

She squeezes me lightly between her lips and I come. When I'm done, I press my sperm-covered face to hers and we rub them together. She's smiling. I plant a forbidden kiss on her lips.

Still naked, we smoke cigarettes on the balcony.

Come tomorrow? I ask Hui.

Sure, she says.

I give my Marlboro a tug. looking at the jostling crowds four floors below. I think about what I will -- or won't -- tell my girlfriend at home about Bangkok. I drop the cigarette and give Hui another deep kiss. Open-mouthed, she returns it, and I feel her penis jerk against my thigh.

Her penis. Her secret. And now my secret, too.

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