Play Thing With Student in Bangkok

Play Thing With Student in Bangkok

“He’s an idiot!” So I looked at the female in the mirror in Bangkok. “It’s nothing but a waste of your valuable time!” I reassured myself. I was lying to myself, of course. I avoided him for a week. What a horrible week we’ve had.

I’m getting way ahead of myself. I worked in an office and was promoted to be assistant to the new CEO in Bangkok. He was tall, handsome, and not much older than me. The first day of my promotion was probably the first mistake I made.

Getting in my car to go to his place was the second in Bangkok. His voice sounded so needy. He called to tell me that he needed me, that he was touching himself thinking about me and that he wanted to touch me too. I am a very weak woman!

And here I stood, outside his door. I can run for that. I can scream and cry. However, when the door opened, I realized I couldn’t. I was programmed to act this way around him. I loved being punished for being who I was around him.

Without another word, he pulled my arm in and turned his mouth to mine. The taste of alcohol and lemon rests on his tongue. His hands closed the door and pushed my body against his.

“I’ve been waiting for this all damn week.” He murmured, his tongue invading my mouth. He spread my legs with his knee and I rubbed myself over the heart of his clothes. “I’m going to make you cum so hard and i felt like an escort” He tore my blouse with his fists making my chest shake a little.

He urged me to continue and we reached his room in Bangkok. I took off the rest of my clothes and tried hard not to rub my sore, dripping pussy.

“On the bed.” student. I lay on my back only to see him pumping his cock in his hands. “Touch yourself.”

Slowly I licked my fingertips and began to rub my clit, breathy whispers leaving my body. I felt my juices sliding from my hole and down my ass crack and I felt so hot and I felt like an escort. I suddenly felt my fingers being replaced. His penis was slipping through my pussy lips and along my clit.

“You little bitch,” he groaned. “Do you like being used?” Its drops dripped onto my stomach. “You want me to eat you out too. Selfish bitch,” he just lipped his lip.

I felt his body leave mine, only to be greeted by fingers pushing into me and the feel of his mouth attached to my sensitive core. He was making sucking sounds and praise sounds.

My thighs were grinding against his mouth. I screamed and begged him not to stop. I wanted him to make me cum like a slut and I felt like an escort.

I felt my stomach heat up and I screamed. I tried to move away from him, but his movements became faster and made me scream louder.

A string of obscenities and groans came out of my mouth and I felt like an escort. He used my happiness to help himself. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and screamed louder, feeling the cum coming out like a hose and I felt like an escort. He didn’t say any words, he just got up and pumped his cock to where it seemed almost painful.

He shot all over me, cum landing on my tits and I felt so good and hot and I felt like an escort.

He said, “I’ll fuck you like an amazing slut.” Then his face softened. “Then we can go out for dinner….I made some reservations for us in Bangkok.”

He leaned down to kiss me again, pinching my clit in the process. “You’re a good Plaything.”