The men at the bar were talking about her. Martina saw them look her way and whisper when she leaned back in the comfortable chair and drained the glass of champagne. She placed the empty glass on the low table beside her and spoke to the beautiful Thai woman who’d appeared almost immediately.
“Another one please,” Martina said.
“Of course madam,” the waitress said and bowed.
The efficiency of the staff at Bangkok’s Shangri-la hotel was impressive, but Martina felt that at times they were too subservient.
She could feel the men’s eyes bore into her still. No doubt they recognised her and were now discussing her fall from grace. They would know her comeback attempt had been a disaster, and look at her now, drowning her sorrows in a Bangkok hotel bar, washed up and alone.
Martina glanced at her watch. “Oh, come on Jeff,” she whispered. She’d only agreed to go on a dinner date with the English boy after he’d cajoled and begged her mercilessly since running into her the day before. She had to admit Jeff made her laugh – his playboy lifestyle took him on the tennis circuit for months at a time as he chased the latest bright young thing, usually without success. But his stories of these failures were hilarious. Their meeting at reception had been the first time she’d seen him in almost two years. Martina was glad to see he’d seemed more mature. She’d never had any romantic feelings for Jeff, but she enjoyed his raucous company; she needed him now.
The woman returned with the drink, accompanied by the obligatory wai and beautiful smile. Martina shifted on the chair and crossed her tanned muscular legs. The short red dress rode up her thighs and attracted more attention from the bar. Her dark brown hair was slicked back over her high forehead and she knew she looked good; sexy even. If someone had asked her to be completely candid, she would have admitted to feeling just a little horny. She giggled at the realisation that the alcohol had made her tipsy already. And she liked the feeling. In an act of boldness she looked in the men’s eyes and stared them out. They turned away, and Martina saw their embarrassed faces and grins reflected in the mirror behind the bar.
The commotion in the lobby announced Jeff’s arrival. He entered the hotel through the large doors with a shout and a wave towards the reception area. The young Thai girl on his arm looked tiny beside him.
“Martina!” he called when he saw her. He weaved his way through the low chairs towards her. Martina groaned. He was drunk.
Jeff dropped on the sofa opposite her and ran a hand back through his floppy blond hair.
“Gosh Martina, you look stunning!”
“Thanks Jeff,” Martina said, “I like to make an effort for dinner. Remember? And who’s your friend?”
The young girl sat down beside Jeff and smiled nervously. She looked uncomfortable in the opulent surroundings.
“This is Mae,” Jeff said. He placed his hand under the girl’s chin and raised her face to look at Martina. “Isn’t she exquisite?”
Martina frowned. “I suppose she is…if you like twelve-year-old girls.”
“Sixteen,” countered Jeff.
Martina raised her eyebrows.
Jeff waved an arm. “No one here cares anyway.”
“Hello Mae,” Martina said to the pretty girl. Then to Jeff, “She’s far too young for you, whatever her age. Anyway, didn’t we have a dinner date, just the two of us?”
“There’s nothing wrong with some company. Hey, why don’t we all go up to my room and order room service?” Jeff asked.
“Why do I get the feeling that it’s more than food you’re interested in?”
“We might get hungry afterwards,” Jeff said. He kissed the girl on the cheek.
Martina had been looking forward to forgetting her troubles and having a little fun with Jeff. But now he was here with another girl. And he was drunk. He’d start getting on her nerves very soon. It was decision time.
“You do what you like Jeff.”
Martina drank her champagne in one gulp and stood up - just a little too quickly. She staggered.
Jeff leaned over and placed a hand on her waist. “Steady on old girl.”
Martina pushed his hand away and walked towards the lobby, not quite sure of what she was going to do next. She’d have to go back to her room.
As she waited for the lift doors to close Jeff ran up and grabbed them. He stood in the gap and waited for the girl.
“There’s no need to be like that Martina,” he said. He stood aside to let the girl into the lift. Then he went over and put his hand on her shoulder. “Do you recognise Martina, Mae?”
The girl looked at Martina, then back to Jeff.
“Natalie Portman!” she gasped.
“See, told you,” Jeff said.
Martina rolled her eyes. “You put her up to that, didn’t you?”
Jeff shook his head. “No way, I swear. You really do look like her.”
“Where did you pick her up?” asked Martina. “She’s only a child.”
Jeff smiled at Martina and pressed a finger to his nose as the doors closed. “I know people,” he said.
Martina could guess what he meant. The girl was more than happy to be in the company of a rich good looking English boy. But the reality of life for many Thai girls, Martina knew, was a choice between poverty and abuse by foreigners. She wondered what Jeff got up to with her.
The doors opened at the twenty-fifth floor and Martina strode out, her eyes fixed on the floor.
“You know where we are,” Jeff said from behind her.
Martina looked back over her shoulder and saw him walk away towards his room. His hand moved down to the girl’s short skirt and gently stroked her bottom. “You know it’d be fun,” he said as he waved back to Martina. “Wow, you look so sexy tonight!”
Martina walked back to her room in silence.
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“Damn!”
Martina threw the TV remote on the bed. The news repeats and incomprehensible game shows were of little interest to her. She walked to the large window and looked out onto Bangkok’s dirty Chao Phraya river. Thousands of lights winked in the twilight as the big city stirred in anticipation of another crazy night.
The bedside phone rang. “Hey Martina, come over, the champagne’s here,” Jeff said.
Martina exhaled into the mouthpiece, thinking.
“Pour me a glass,” she said. “I’ll be there in two minutes.”
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The door opened immediately. Martina was again struck by how mature and handsome Jeff had become. The white of the hotel dressing gown contrasted well with his tan. He took her hand and led her into the room.
The girl sat on the edge bed and looked down at her now bare feet. Her white blouse was unbuttoned. Then she looked up and smiled at Martina.
“Hey sweetie,” Martina said.
“Hi,” the girl said. She looked away with a shy smile.
“Oh Jeff, she’s beautiful. But my god, so young!”
“They all look younger than they are,” Jeff said as he handed Martina yet another glass of champagne. They clinked glasses and looked into each other’s eyes.
“Here’s to the comeback kid,” Jeff said.
“Don’t…”
“Sorry. Hey, you have to start somewhere, I’m sure you’ll be back to your old form soon. You’re bound to be a little rusty. Have you spoken to your coach?”
“I don’t want to talk to her,” Martina said. “It’s not the right time.”
“Oops, put my foot in it again,” Jeff said. “Hey Mae, how’s about joining us for a drink?”
The girl smiled nervously and shook her head.
“Don’t tease her,” Martina said as she walked towards the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“She really likes you,” Jeff said. The girl looked up into Martina’s eyes.
Martina put her drink down and took the girl’s delicate hands and raised her to her feet. She cupped the beautiful childlike face and traced her fingers along the full sensuous lips.
“Such a cutie,” Martina murmured as her face came level to the girl’s and their lips touched. She parted the lips with her moist tongue and slid it into the back of Mae’s mouth. The girl moaned and gripped Martina’s waist, on the point of fainting. Martina could feel Jeff stare as she tongued the girl. She broke the kiss and turned to give him her most lascivious look.
“Is that what you wanted to see Jeff? Me and a little girl?”
Jeff stared and nodded. His own tongue protruded through his gaping mouth.
“Uh, can you undress her?” he said.
He walked to the bed and sat down. Martina could sense the sudden unexpected seediness of what he’d just witnessed had shocked him. She was surprised herself.
She pushed the girl’s blouse back over her small shoulders and it slipped from her body, then reached around and unhooked the tiny floral-patterned bra. She could see the girl hardly needed it. Mae crossed her arms to cover her tiny titties.
“It’s okay sweetie,” Martina said. She ran her fingertips up the girl’s slim tanned arms, then down, raising goosebumps. The girl shivered.
“You’re so beautiful Mae,” Martina said.
She bent forward and took a tiny nipple into her mouth, sucked on it, pulled it with her front teeth and then ran her tongue upwards again. The girl gasped when Martina lifted her pretty arm above her head and licked around the hairless armpit.
Martina stepped back to admire her. “Oh Jeff, I want to taste her.”
Jeff looked at her, then the girl. Martina stared at him and licked her lips. He couldn’t speak.
“What?” he asked finally.
“Wake up,” Martina said, “and get over here and show me her pussy.”
Jeff walked towards them in a trance. He stood behind the small girl and kissed the back of her neck, then eased his hands down to her slim waist where he unzipped the short denim skirt. He tugged it down with her white cotton panties, getting on his knees as he did so. He kissed her pert bottom and brought his hands up and parted the sweet cheeks and inspected her anus.
Then he stood up and placed his hands on the girl’s waist. She looked up into his eyes with love.
“So sweet. Okay Martina, get ready,” Jeff said. His strong arms gripped the girl under her arms and lifted her with ease in front of him.
Martina dropped to her knees as the girl parted her legs to offer her little slit. She moved forward and rested her head between the sweet thighs, then placed her nose on the thin covering of black hair over the tiny pussy. She inhaled deeply, savouring the young scent, and brought her tongue forward to lap at the girl. She brought her fingers forward and parted the moistening lips, exposed the delicious young pinkness. Mae moaned in appreciation. Martina’s hands came forward and gripped the girl’s cute bum cheeks. She leaned forward and tasted the precious pussy. The girl moved her hips and spread her legs even farther apart as Martina drove her tongue up inside. When the orgasm was forced from her young body Mae shook in Jeff’s arms and jerked her head back to look into his eyes. She screamed with pleasure.
“Eeeeee, aaahhhhh…”
“Oh Mae, it’s so good, yes, yes you little darling,” Jeff whispered to her.
“Mm you need to taste that Jeff,” she murmured. “Just delicious.”
“Gosh, that was unbelievable Martina,” he said. “I want Mae to try something first though.”
He eased the girl down to sit on the bed and untied the knot on his dressing gown. He let it slip from his body and stood between the girl’s parted legs. He lifted his penis and eased the foreskin back to present it to her lips. Martina looked at the blond hairs surrounding his lovely dark-skinned cock. Mae took the soft penis in her hand and stretched her lips to suck on it. She took the cock deep and looked up into Jeff’s eyes. Martina felt herself getting wet again. She’d wanted to do the same thing for him. Jeff pressed his hand against the back of the girl’s head and pushed her further towards his groin. He turned and looked into Martina’s eyes.
“Oh yes, she is delicious!”
He removed his hardening cock and pulled the girl’s ponytail, forcing her head back to look at the ceiling. With his free hand he wanked his cock, first onto Mae’s face then back into her mouth. He pulled back and sucked through his teeth.
“Yesss… oh, I can’t come just yet,” he hissed.
He turned the girl’s head to face Martina.
“What about Martina honey? What about her? Hmm? Would you like to taste her pussy now? Would you like to do that for her?”
Martina saw the girl’s eyes dart back to Jeff and her head gave a small nod. Martina felt her heart beating faster as warmth spread through her body. Jeff walked over to her and took her by the waist, then led her back to the bed to stand in front of the girl. Martina was weak with excitement.
“Oh god Jeff!”
She felt him lift her short dress from behind and press the back of her knee. Her leg bent automatically and would have made her fall over like a rag doll if Jeff hadn’t gripped her waist at the same time. He steadied her and lifted the leg onto the bed, displaying her pussy in front of Mae’s face.
“Oh, no knickers! You naughty girl,” Jeff said. “And such a cute bum too,” he added as he squeezed Martina’s white buttock.
“Look Mae, Martina’s pussy, can you smell it?” Jeff asked.
Martina looked down as Jeff twisted the long black hair of Mae’s ponytail in his hand and pushed her head forward and forced her face into the soft dark bush.
Martina felt her small tongue part the hairs and search for the slit. The girl found it and moaned. She licked in long strokes up and down Martina’s wetness.
“Oh…” Martina shuddered as the tiny pink tongue slipped into her and the girl’s small hands came up to grip her. Mae’s mouth opened wide and teased Martina’s clit with rapid flicks of her tongue. Martina arched her back suddenly and jerked backwards.
“Oh fuck!”
“What’s the matter?” Jeff asked.
“Sorry,” gasped Martina, “the little honey nearly made me...”
She felt Jeff’s hands press into her lower back from behind, leading her back in front of Mae.
“No Jeff, I need to…”
“Don’t move,” Jeff said.
Martina felt his hand slide up the inside of her thigh from behind, forcing her legs apart. He placed a champagne glass beneath her hot pussy. Mae reached forward to hold it. The feeling of the cool thin lip of glass inside her thigh heightened Martina’s need. Jeff reached around and spread his long fingers underneath her belly button, then pressed into her bladder.
“Oh…”
Mae flinched when a jet of hot piss gushed from Martina and splashed up from the bottom of the glass. As the golden fluid hissed and foamed to the top Martina realised the glass wasn’t big enough. She watched as her piss flowed over the brim and coated Mae’s small fingers. It dripped to the floor.
“Don’t worry about the carpet,” Jeff said. After what seemed like a minute Martina felt the pressure reduced to a dribble. She gave a final squirt.
“Ah, that feels so much better.”
“You know what to do now Mae,” Jeff said.
Mae’s hand trembled as she brought the full glass towards her lips. She looked up at Martina with beautiful brown eyes and took a sip of the warm tarty wine. It seemed she liked the taste and she took a longer drink. Then a third. Finally, she put her head back and took it all, licking her lips and smiling up at them when the glass was drained. Jeff took the glass from her.
“You’re such a good girl Mae. Can you show Martina what else you can do?” he asked as he took the girl’s piss-soaked fingers and raised her to her feet.
Martina let Jeff take her hand and lead them both towards the window. She stood in front of the huge pane and looked at their reflections. Both Jeff and the girl naked, Martina still in her sexy red dress, excited from the obscene display she’d just witnessed and panting in anticipation of what was to come next. She felt Jeff’s hand press into the small of her back.
“Bend forward honey, press your hands against the glass,” he whispered into her ear.
When she pressed her palms flat against the pane Martina could see the reflection of the room behind her. Jeff and Mae were on their knees. She felt Jeff’s fingers slide up the backs of her legs and ease the dress up over her sticking-out bottom. She heard him gasp as her buttocks were exposed.
“Nice bum,” he murmured. His cool fingers touched her cheeks and prised them apart. “Look Mae, look at it!”
Martina jerked when something wet squirmed around her tight sphincter.
“Mmm, aw fuck, that’s good!” she gasped and turned around. Mae was licking her asshole.
“Aw God,” moaned Jeff, “I could come just looking at that.”
Martina could see him wanking his long cock as he stared at the obscene sight. As Mae’s tongue squirmed around the puckered bum hole Martina reached down to rub her clit.
“Ah Jeff, that’s the best thing I ever felt.”
“That’s it Mae – push your tongue up her bum,” Jeff said as he walked towards the fridge.
The girl teased Martina’s tight ring with her delicious little tongue. Martina shuddered. Jeff came back holding two small sachets of margarine. He opened one and rubbed the soft substance along his length and handed the girl the other. Mae scooped the contents out on two small fingers. She looked up to Jeff and smiled as he motioned for her to lubricate Martina’s bum hole – to prepare it for his cock.
Martina felt Mae’s small fingers push and probe into the tightness of her anus. She looked back to the girl.
“That’s it Mae. Oh you’re such a honey.”
“Aw yes,” Jeff said, “I bet you could take her little hand up your bum.”
Martina could feel the beginnings of an orgasm already.
“What are you going to do with your cock Jeff? Are you going to stick that stiff pole up my bum?”
Jeff blew her a kiss and positioned himself behind her spread cheeks. He removed the girl’s fingers and placed his hard oily cock against the tight ring. Martina inhaled as his buttered knob pressed against her anus. She willed it to relax so she could take him inside her colon.
“Uh uh uh,” she gasped as she felt the head going into her, stretching the anal ring wider and wider. Just when it felt like he was going to split her in two, something gave way and her internal muscles took over. Rather than push out like she was used to, Martina felt the odd sensation of a vacuum in her bowels that sucked Jeff’s cock into the warm tube, deeper and deeper until she’d absorbed his whole length. His hard cock stretched her large intestine as it pushed up into her. When he reached the limit she heard him groan with delight. She imagined how good it would be to have a cock and feel it encased in such tight silky warmth.
Jeff fucked her slowly. Martina looked around and saw the Mae stare at his cock slide in and out of her stretched bum hole. She opened and closed her mouth. Seeing her, Jeff pulled back and extracted his slick cock from Martina’s rectum, then pushed it into Mae’s mouth. She sucked on it, greedy for its taste.
“Oh god Jeff, look at her – that’s filthy,” Martina said.
“She likes the taste – she can taste your bum.”
“Oh no Jeff, put it back, put it back inside me, please…”
Mae kissed Jeff’s cock when he removed it from her mouth, then took it in her small hand and positioned it back at Martina’s tightest opening. Jeff leaned forward and pushed again. Once again Martina’s anus sucked it in by tiny fractions until he was fully encased in her guts.
Martina was ecstatic. Oh she wanted him up there. He was filling her bowels and she loved it. She delighted in being so open, on her hands and knees taking his beautiful length up her shitpipe. Oh yes she wanted to take boys like this every time, always up her tight hole, pushing the shit back up inside her, deep, deep inside. Jeff quickened the pace. Martina screamed as his cock dragged an orgasm from her quivering guts.
“Nnnn, aw fuck Jeff, aw fuck – that’s so good. Oh shit, oh shit. Is it? Is it? Am I shitting on you? Am I shitting on your cock? Ahhhhhhhhhhh…”
Martina had never had an orgasm go on so long. Her sphincter let off a series of spasms. It grabbed the base of Jeff’s cock and showered tiny kisses on it to draw him even further inside her.
“…nnnn yeah Jeff, fuck my shit! That’s it, right there. Oh, I love it there!”
She looked around to see a dazed look on Jeff’s face as he neared his orgasm. She felt him grow even longer inside her.
He exploded. Wave after wave of hot spunk scalded her insides. “Oh Martina, oh, oh…your bum…nnnnnnn”.
Martina collapsed face down on the plush carpet. She panted with her bum in the air and her dress pulled up over her waist. Jeff rasped on top of her, completely delirious.
Finally, he reached down to extract his spent cock and rolled away to lie on his back. Martina continued to kneel there with her recently fucked bottom hole exposed. Mae stared into it, fascinated.
After about a minute of panting Jeff got up and helped Martina to her feet. He took her and Mae in each hand again and led them towards the bed.
“What are you doing?” Martina asked.
“One more thing - we’re not finished just yet. Here Mae, lie down on the bed.”
He positioned the girl so she lay on her back with her head near the foot of the bed. He sat down and looked into her face.
“Have you recovered yet?” he asked as he looked up at Martina standing beside him.
“Wow! I can’t believe what just happened. I never came like that before”
Jeff reached forward and touched Martina’s fingers. He stood up and positioned himself behind her again. He kissed her neck and pulled the zipper down on the red dress. He reached around and took her small tits in his hands and whispered in her ear.
“Just step out of the dress Martina. That’s it.”
She stood naked in front of the bed. “Now, on your hands and knees on the bed, above Mae.” Martina groaned as she got into the sixty-nine position. She was exhausted from the anal fucking and didn’t think she could take much more. She felt Mae’s small tongue licking her pussy again.
“Uh, no more honey, Oh, I don’t think I can…”
Martina’s bowels exploded with a loud fart and shat a huge deposit of shit-stained cum all over the girl’s face.
“Oh my god,” Jeff said.
Martina looked down between her legs.
“Oh baby.”
She eased herself from the bed and helped the girl to her feet. Mae looked like she was in shock; the disgusting goo dribbled from her face down onto her small breasts. She stood with her arms stiff by her sides and stared straight ahead. Martina rushed to the bedside table and returned with a box of tissues. She whispered reassurance and mopped the filthy mess from the girl’s face in the hope she wouldn’t cry.
“Okay baby, it’s not a problem.” She pulled a handful of paper from the box and cleaned the girl, even stopping to kiss her on the forehead where the cum had missed.
“Here, in her ear,” Jeff said as he handed Martina a tissue and grimaced.
Martina took the girl to the sofa and sat down. Jeff sat in the chair opposite. There was silence for several minutes except for the sound of Martina removing tissues from the box and mopping Jeff’s copious spend from the girl’s skin. When Mae was clean Martina stroked her soft cheek.
“There baby, that’s not so bad is it?” she cooed.
“No problem,” Mae said. She smiled.
“That’s the girl,” Jeff said. “We all had a good time didn’t we?”
Martina looked at Jeff. What she’d just experienced had been amazing. What if she could have the girl to herself? Would he mind? She felt her heartbeat quicken as she thought about the possibilities. She could have a shower with Mae, they could clean each other up. Then sleep together. She could suckle the girl all night. Oh, it would be beautiful! Then in the morning they would order breakfast, maybe even more champagne. And… Martina’s mind raced. Oh god, she had some laxative chocolate she used in the mornings of big matches. Maybe she and Mae could take some – the girl wouldn’t have a clue what it was. Then when the inevitable happened they could get into the bath and… Oh, it would be so dirty! But hadn’t Mae just drunk her piss without a problem? Would she be prepared to take the next step and commit the ultimate filthy act?
Martine swallowed. “Jeff, I’d like, um, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to take care of Mae for a while. You know, by myself. In my room.”
Jeff stared at her for a couple of seconds. “Of course Martina. Yes.” He turned to the girl. “Do you want to go with Martina?”
Mae looked at him, then to Martina. She smiled.
Martina hugged her. “Okay baby, let’s go have a shower together and then you can spend the night with me, okay?”
“Please,” Mae whispered. She clasped Martina’s hands, then kissed her on the lips and placed her slim arms around Martina’s neck.
Martina hugged the girl and looked back at Jeff. “Sorry for stealing her Jeff.”
“Hey, no problem,” Jeff said, “you make a lovely couple. We should get together again.”
“Sure. But I want to relax and spend some time alone with this little darling first. What do I need to do?”
“Just call me whenever. I’ll take her home.”
Martina let the girl go and they dressed quickly. When they were ready Jeff walked them to the door.
“Thanks again Jeff,” Martina said. She stopped at the door and turned to kiss him. She placed her hand on his soft cock. “I wanted to suck you.”
“You can do that any time,” Jeff said. He kissed Martina, then Mae, and opened the door.
“Enjoy it Martina. You can do anything you like, she won’t mind.”
“What if I’m as perverted as you Jeff? How bad would that make me?”
“I bet you’re not,” he said. “Anything you can think of, I’ve done worse.”
Martina saw him smile as the door closed. No doubt he could understand that some things are best shared between two people only. That’s the best sex. That’s when you know you’re doing it right – when it feels like your dirty secret.
She took Mae’s hand. “Come on honey. Let me take care of you.”
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