Thai Dreams

THAI DREAMS

Warning: This is a story about the thriving sex businesses in Thailand. There are harsh scenes of activity not seen in the US. Everyone in this story is 18 or older and participating in these scenes with their own consent. However, they are harsher and sometimes brutal. If harsh sex with fetishes aren't your cup of tea, please don't read this. WARNING!

Chai Somsak is not his entire name. Thai's last names include their ancestors, their neighborhoods, and sometimes other things. When Chai went to America, he shortened it to something Americans can understand. He went to America to make a living and did very well at it. By the time he was thirty, he had a prosperous company. By the time he was thirty-five, he had a few of the larger companies wanting to buy his. He resisted until his father died in Bangkok. He took the opportunity to sell his company and return to his homeland. He wanted to take care of his mother, and a couple of his siblings.

After he had settled back into the family home, he began looking for something to do to make money. Since the tourist sex business was huge and very profitable, he decided to try and get into it.

That is not as easy as it sounds. It is a tight-knot community that must be careful not to offend the authorities while enticing the foreigners that are the lifeblood of their business. Chai knew he would have a problem if he attempted to open a new business. It wouldn't take long for the "protection" to drive him out of business.

No, he would have to buy an existing enterprise. He researched and found one well-known establishment. Wang's Wonderland was a large brothel with "specialty" rooms in the back. Chai heard that Wang wanted to leave Bangkok because of his health. Other vendors were lining up to buy it, but he was hesitating because the competition had been brutal, and he hated most of the other large establishments. They had tried to put him out of business when he first started twenty years earlier. Chai met with him a couple of times before Wang decided to stick it to the others and sell to an outsider from America.

Now, Chai has a business. Wang agreed to stay for a couple of months until Chai had an idea how to run a brothel.

The brothel was a large establishment in the front building. He had fifteen women working there at a time. They worked in shifts. He even had a couple of women that worked the early morning shifts. He would never be closed. In total, he had forty-five women working at his brothel.

He also had security. He had ten men who worked in shifts. One worked each shift in the brothel, another worked in the first room in the back, and the last worked in the "special" room that was hidden behind that. The man that was his head of security was a former military man who was known in Bangkok. He was Chai's highest paid employee, and he was worth every bit of his Thai Baht. Thai Baht was the official currency in Thailand. However, the dollar is king in the world of the "entertainment" in the Bangkok Metropolitan area where most of the brothels were.

The other ace Chai had in his pocket was his older brother. He had stayed in Bangkok and was by now a senior official in the police department. If the other brothels were to send their muscle at Chai, he had a military man and his brother to help him. One of the reasons Wang had sold to Chai was his brother. Wang wanted the other large brothels to pay for attacking him so often in the early years.

Wang had walked Chai through the entire floorplan of this new business. He had a large, well-decorated brothel in front. It was busy almost around the clock. The locals came late at night and early in the morning before the tourists filled the establishment. They were given a "local" discount to come. Wang had figured out that people in the building were better than no one being there. The locals and women knew the "local" price. It wasn't listed anywhere, but the locals knew.

The room immediately behind the brothel was a former warehouse. It had a circle bar in the center and one large stage at one end. There were numerous small rooms on the other two walls. There was a large wall in the back that had all kinds of hooks and hanging chains. It didn't take a genius to figure out what went on there.

The hidden room in the back was where the things Americans would never see in America. It took a special code to get there. The concierges of several high-end resorts and hotels were paid bounties for every tourist they sent to Wang's.

Wang had stopped being there in his last years. He had a manager that oversaw every aspect of the business. Chai had decided to keep him on. He knew everyone in the business, and half the senior policemen in the vice squad.

For the first two weeks, Chai sat quietly and watched how the business worked. The "den mother" of the girls handled money and made sure the girls weren't harmed. Anytime someone got out of line, the security man would deal with them. The punishment was proportional to the damage done to the girl. You mark a girl, you get burnt. You injure a girl; you get a broken bone. There was no second chance. You would be banned until the den mother decided to allow you back. The time you were gone was inversely proportioned to the amount of money you could pay.

Chai started staying in the two back rooms. The brothel ran smoothly, and he was concerned with the back. This is where he would make the most of his money but also have the most problems.

On that night, they had a good crowd in the middle room. Most were tourists wanting to see. A few wanted to participate. There was one white woman hanging on the wall. She was being whipped lightly, presumably by her partner. She had welts on her body, but when Chai went over to check on her, she had a smiling face with a look of complete abandon in her eyes. Okay, if that's what you need...

The large stage had three couples performing several sex acts at the same time. One man had a black woman on her knees and was fucking her in the ass with fervor. She had her head down and was quiet. There were two women on one side. They were locked in a reverse embrace and were oblivious to the world around them. In the center were three people, two men and one Asian woman. She was over a padded barrel. Her arms were handcuffed behind her and her legs were spread wide and strapped to the ends of the barrel. One man was fucking her pussy while the other fucked her mouth. Every few minutes they would exchange positions. By the time both had expended their wads, the woman appeared to have passed out. A worker stopped the show and got her off the stage. She slowly was coming around when Chai came by. She had a faraway look in her eyes but was smiling. She had cum all over her face and ass. She was given a towel and was beginning to clean herself off when he left.

He went to the back room. This room had many private small rooms. He did have cameras in them and a monitor in the control room. He couldn't afford to have anyone die in one of those rooms. It was unusual, but it did happen in Bangkok from time to time.

It was early, and only one room was occupied at that time. It was an American couple. His arms were bound behind him, and he was on his knees. She was dressed in a dominatrix costume with a whip in her hand. He had a ball gag in his mouth, and she was whipping him mercilessly. They were real welts, and he was squirming. She finally stopped and took his ball gag out. She then stepped in front of him and pushed her pussy into his face and told him to satisfy her needs. He began working on her as fast as he could.

Chai turned to leave. He went back into the middle room to find the woman hanging on the wall still there. She now was spun around to face the wall. She had a vibrator in her ass and a man fucking her pussy. Her legs had been spread wide and strapped to the wall. She was squirming and mumbling into her ball gag.

Chia went back to the brothel to check on the day's receipts. A normal day.

Wang finally left the country. Chai didn't know where he was from, or where he was going. He knew Wang wasn't Thai but had no idea what he was. What he was, he was gone.

Chai was now on his own. He decided to read some records of the more prominent American guests, just get a feel for who they were. The first prominent American couple arrived a week into Chai's tenure.

Walter and Elizabeth Kennedy

This couple was a distant relative of THOSE Kennedys. They played it up more than it really was. It did give them cache, and there so many real Kennedy relatives that no one knew for sure if they were or weren't. No one ever challenged their claims.

They had worn out their welcome in all the east coast high end sex clubs with their unusual sexual desires. They had nearly killed a girl in a private Boston sex den, and the notice went out.

Now they were in Bangkok, trying to scratch the itch they couldn't do without. They had brought two local women to the club with them that the concierge of their resort had provided. They had been promised thousands of dollars to allow the couple to do whatever they wanted to them, short of killing them.

Chai was nervous about what they had in mind and made them give him the money they had promised the women before he gave them one of the rooms in the back. Chai told the monitor to watch closely and call him if they became too violent.

The requested materials were provided, and the four of them disappeared into the room. Chai went to watch on the monitor. He decided not to wait for a call but be there while they were in the room.

They told the two women to remove their clothes. One of the things they had requested was a small table. Elizabeth told one of the women to lay on the table. She then began tying her to the table with rope on their arms and legs. Walter took the other woman to the wall on the back. He had put handcuffs on her and strung her up to the ceiling. He then pulled her legs back to the wall and attached them as wide apart as he could to the wall. He then pulled her arms up until her head was waist high on him. He could then go behind her and fuck her as he wished, and he could fuck her mouth as he wished.

By then, Elizabeth had blindfolded the woman on the table and had put nipple clamps on her. She put a ball gag in her mouth. When she was settled, Elizabeth untied her ankles and pulled her legs up toward her chest as far as they could go. She then pulled her legs as far apart as they would go and tied them down. She was now fully exposed to whatever Elizabeth wanted to do to her. Elizabeth pushed a vibrator into her ass and turned it on with a varying speed control.

Chai could see how they got off, not by fucking each other but by tormenting helpless women. Just when he thought he had seen enough, Walter turned the game upside down. He walked up to Elizabeth and slapped her hard. She froze. He then ordered her to strip, which she did immediately. Chai had to come back and see what this was.

Walter tied her hands behind her back, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees. He then drug her over to the girl she had been tormenting, and pushed her face into the girl's pussy. He ordered her to service the girl, which Elizabeth began to do enthusiastically.

Walter had a small velvet whip, and he was striking Elizabeth over the head and shoulders to make her work faster. The girl was enjoying the unexpected invasion and came quickly. When she did, Walter grabbed Elizabeth by the hair and drug her around to the other girl. He repeated the process with the other girl until she had an orgasm also.

When Elizabeth had finished servicing the two girls, Walter pulled her up on her feet by her hair and had her sit over the girl she had tormented's face He then tied Elizabeth's ankles to the same table leg the girl was tied to and made her bend over the girl until her face was over the girl's pussy. He went around and put a spider gag into her mouth.

Chai was now interested. At least they were doing something with each other now.

Walter went behind his wife and pushed two large vibrators into her holes. He wasn't slow or careful, just lubed them up and shoved them in. He turned each on high and went back to the front.

As she started shaking, he shoved his eight inches down her throat, quickly and harshly until he was balls deep. He then held it there until she was shaking. He only pulled it out when she began to get red. He gave her a couple of minutes for some deep breathes and repeated the assault. He kept it in deeper longer and longer, until Chai was worried he would actually strangle his wife with his cock. However, he seemed to know her limits because he would pull back just in time, time and again. Finally, he pulled back, tapped her on the head and went even deeper. He was covering her entire face with his pelvic area. When he fired into her throat, he roared like a lion and stood there looking at his wife, hanging off his dick like his trophy. He only pulled back when she began turning blue and had closed her eyes.

He left her hanging there and went around to the other side of the girl. He pushed his dick into her mouth and told her to lick him clean.

They were done.

Everyone that knew them assumed Elizabeth had married Walter because he was rich and was a Kennedy. To some extent that was true, but they had a secret no one else knew. On their first date, it had gone okay. They ended up in bed, but she didn't get off, even with a new man. He could tell and asked her what she needed. It was then she had confided in him that she had difficulty in having orgasms. She had her entire life. The only way she could have one was to be degraded and abused. She asked Walter if he was confident enough in himself to do that to her without really harming her. He just smiled and had visions of subjugating this beautiful blonde woman in all sorts of ways.

He had told her to come back to the house the next evening. He would need to think about it for a while. When she returned the next day, he told her to strip at the door. She gladly did so and stood waiting for whatever he would do to her. She was already wet and excited. He then bent her over his favorite leather chair and kicked her legs apart.

She almost came when he kicked her legs apart. Rough, just like she needed. He then pushed a vibrator into her ass and turned it up high. She had done that before, but this man doing it without regard for whether or not she could take it, made her squirm. He slapped her ass and told her to be still if she knew what was good for her. She came right then, for the first of what she hoped would be many. He then thrust himself into her pussy with force and pushed deep with the first thrust. It hurt, but she enjoyed the entire manner in which he was taking her. He didn't come in her then but continued enjoying her until she had a couple more orgasms.

He then went around to the other side, grabbed her by the hair and shoved his dick into her mouth. He fucked her face while holding her in place with her hair. She had to concentrate in order to breathe, but she managed another orgasm when he exploded into her throat and roared like a lion. He kept his dick in her mouth until it began to shrink. He then ordered her to clean his dick, which she did happily.

He had her and they both knew it. What he did next sealed her heart to his. He left her there and disappeared. She just lay still, enjoying the feelings she had finally achieved and not sure what he wanted next.

When he finally reappeared, he picked her up and carried her to his bathroom. He had drawn a bath and gently put her into it. He told her to soak as long as she wanted. When she was done, he helped her out of the tub, dried her off with the softest towel she had ever felt, and carried her to bed. Now, she would follow this man to the end of the earth, money or not.

Walter and Elizabeth helped the two girls up and washed their bodies with warm hand towels. Everyone got dressed and they opened the door to find Chai standing there.

Walter seemed surprised until he realized. "I hope you enjoyed the show."

"I must have a monitor in each room. A couple of girls have died in these type rooms, and I can't take that risk. I'm sorry if you were embarrassed."

Walter was secretly proud another man had watched him dominate three women, but he would never admit it. Maybe to Elizabeth later.

Chai had someone call them a cab and then gave the girls the $5,000 that each had been promised. He then had his security team take them home so they would make it safely.

Chai also decided at that moment that he didn't need to see EVERYTHING that happens at Wangs Wonderland.

Chai had one problem he knew he had to address. Single men loitering in the middle room, drinking and watching what the couples were doing. Fortunately for him, he had a solution. In America, he had seen videos from Czechoslovakia that showed a room with holes in the walls. They had women sticking out of the holes in varying positions. They had one woman standing in front of a hole with her body in the hole so that only her ass and legs showed. They had one where a woman had her head out. They had one where the woman was laying on her back with her legs sticking out. The legs were strapped to the wall above her, exposing her to the men. They had glory holes and several other things.

Chai had a portion of the warehouse that was walled off because they didn't need the space. He took the space to the right of the middle room, and had a room built resembling the films. He then hired more women to assume the varying positions and allow the strangers to come in and fuck them. An older woman would be at the door to collect the money, and the men had fifteen minutes to fuck as many as they could in that time.

It was a huge success. When word got around there was a place in Bangkok that allowed single men to come and fuck these women for a reasonable amount, the line formed.

He finally had too many of them in his room. He decided to put a separate entrance for this alone. He built a doorway, a small vestibule, and an opening for the men to pay the woman. He put a security guard and a safe there. Very soon, he was making a good living on this alone. It wasn't long before some of the other clubs copied him.

Ronin Suzuki and "Friends"

Ronin Suzuki was a very successful Japanese businessman that came to Bangkok every year, at least once, to enjoy himself. He left his wife home and brought a couple of "geishas" with him to entertain him. He also brought a Thai man that Chai didn't know.

A young Japanese man had appeared first to tell Chai Mr. Suzuki would be at "his" entrance at 9 P. M. Chai had wondered about the secluded back entrance to his club. He had been using it, but he had no idea what it was for until the Japanese man told him his boss would be at his entrance at 9. Chai now understood how Wang, a foreigner could have survived as a sex club owner against all the Thai clubs, He was protected. Wang had also warned him about Suzuki's "friend". He was the largest "boss" of the underworld in Bangkok. He had only one weakness, he would never leave Bangkok. He was sure one of his enemies would be able to kill him if he left Bangkok. That is why Suzuki had to come to him twice a year. The boss also got the opportunity to experience "geisha" girls at their finest. Unbeknownst to the world, Suzuki had even gifted the man his own geisha. She now resides in the man's fortress of a house.

He always got the most private room in the back. When he came in, a young man handed Chai a small attaché case. He paid Chai extra to turn the cameras off while he was there. One of his security team stayed in the monitoring room to ensure they didn't film him. For what he paid, Chai was almost willing to let him kill one of them in his establishment. Not really, but it was tempting.

This is what Chai didn't see over the next two hours.

Ronin put binders on one of them and put a spreader between her ankles. He then pulled her up with her feet on a winch from the ceiling. There were bars against one wall that was every two feet from top to bottom. He attached her to the topmost bar by her ankles to keep her against the wall. He then took the second girl to a pummel horse shaped device that had the hand holds removed. He strapped her hands and feet on each side so that she was bent over the device.

For the next two hours he and his friend fucked and beat them with a bamboo sticks. He managed to cum six times in the two hours. His friend nearly that many times. The girls may or may not have cum, he didn't really care. By the time he was finished, the girls' backs were red and stripped with welts. They let the girls down and they collapsed on the floor. They slapped them on the face until the girls awoke before he opened the door to let his people in. The bodyguards wrapped them in blankets and picked them up. They threw them over their shoulders and started to leave. Chai watched as Suzuki and his team walked out the private door. Chai had no idea if the girls were alive, or not. They seemed to move a little as they were carried out, but he would never know for sure. Chai thought, "Great, I'm the preferred sex club in Thailand for the mobs of the world. What could go wrong?"

The wall had become so successful that he had to hire more women to staff it. The women would be on duty for thirty minutes, then off for thirty minutes. They would change places to start over. Each woman would take a different position when they came back. All the women liked the hand job hole. It was easy and nobody inserted anything into their bodies. The line of men that wanted their fifteen minutes went out the door until early each morning. He paid most of the money he made there to the women. They were doing all the work and keeping these men out of his clubs. He made enough, but he wanted the women to make more than anyone else except the "professional" women in the brothel. He needed a steady stream of new "meat" as the women would burn out within a few months.

The club was doing well. There was a dozen or so couples from Bangkok that were regulars. They were there at least every other weekend, enough to give him a base show for the tourists that the resorts sent in. He always needed to have some sex act happening when the tourists came in. He took to hiring two couples to perform on the stage at intervals to keep the crowd interested. When a tourist couple arrived, they would get some drinks and watch the show until they were "lubricated" enough to get brave enough to try something.

The people who were going into the back room didn't waste any time in the middle room. They knew what they wanted and had brought the people, men or women needed to get what they wanted.

Several of the clubs allowed sex with animals, dogs, cats, donkeys, but Chai didn't. He had no qualms about it, but he didn't want to put his brother in the position of having to defend him against the police.

William "Gronk" Olshansky

William Olshansky was a huge Australian that was bigger than life. He stood 6'4" and was a solid 240 pounds. He could drink anyone under the table and tried every time he came to Bangkok with his friends. He insisted on being called "Gronk" and no one knew why, but they weren't challenging him about it.

On this particular occasion, he arrived with two crates. Chai insisted on being allowed to look into the crates, but Gronk resisted. It was only when Chai informed him, he would not be allowed to bring the crates into his establishment that he relented.

He and his three friends finally opened the crates to reveal two women dressed like dolls. They didn't move. Chai nodded. Playing sex dolls. He'd seen enough of that in the states.

Chai finally gave them one of the rooms with a king-sized bed in it. The boys dragged the two crates into the room and shut the door. Chai headed to the monitor room. He had to seen how these boys "played" with their "dolls".

As soon as the door shut, Gronk picked up one of the dolls and put her down on the bed. She flopped down and lay where he dropped her. One of the other boys pulled the other "doll" out and sat her in a chair. She sat where they put her. Two of them headed for the bed, and the other two headed for the "doll" in the chair.

On the bed, Gronk rolled the doll over and spread her arms and legs out wide. His friend climbed upon the bed at the head of it and scooted toward the head of the doll. When he was close enough, he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up so he could move under her. He then dropped her mouth onto his dick and let her rest there while Gronk got ready at the other end. Gronk smiled, climbed over the end of the bed. He pulled the bottom of the doll's costume down until he could take them off her. He then pushed his finger into the doll's pussy from behind.

He smiled at his friend, and the friend began bobbing her head up and down with one hand while playing with her breasts with the other. Gronk climbed on top of the doll and inserted himself into her pussy and began slowly stroking her. They were both fucking this "doll" with all their energy.

While this was going, the other two had stripped the costume off the second doll. She was now sitting on the chair, naked. One of them pointed to a couch, and the other picked her up and dropped her on the couch. They positioned her to lay over the arm of the couch. One man went behind her and the other picked her head up by the hair and scooted under her. He then dropped her onto his dick. Both began fucking the "doll" as it lay there quietly.

Chai had seen this before, so he left. After ten minutes, he heard a commotion at the center bar. He went to find Gronk standing there naked and asking for a case of Australian beer. Chai always had it whenever they were coming, so he went and got them their beer. Gronk seemed proud of his equipment. He strutted around, swinging his dick like his hand waving it at anyone who came up in front of him. He took his beer and went back to his friends.

In a quiet corner of the room, there were two women from the UK. They had come on their own on holiday to see what everyone was talking about.

Helen was twenty-eight and Patty was thirty. They were there for Patty's birthday. The two of them couldn't take their eyes off the big Australian's dick. THAT was the sort of thing they had traveled thousands of miles to see. It only took them a few beers to get up the courage to knock on the big Aussie's door. When he opened it, he was surprised. "Look 'ere, mates. What do we have 'ere? Looks like a couple of lost Sheilas, it does. What can we do for two fine Sheilas like you?"

The two girls were starting to regret knocking on the door when one of his friends rescued them. "Don't mind him, he's harmless, really. A big kid. Would you two like to come in?"

Helen and Patty saw the two women laying there with dicks inside them and allowing themselves to be fucked like dolls. Helen almost came right then, and Patty wasn't far behind. Patty was first. "We saw the big guy there", pointing to Gronk "come out and we had to see what was going on in here."

He gave them a couple of chairs and they sat down. "I hope this doesn't scare you any. The girls are just playing. Say hi, girls."

The two women looked up and waved, then went back to their roles.

"See, no harm, just plain clean fun. Maybe you would like to join us for some?" He twirled Helen's hair in his hand as he talked. She let him. "See, it makes us even. Four men and four women. Sort of balanced, as it were."

Helen looked at Patty and both looked at the four naked men in front of them and they each nodded. This is what they had traveled so far to get. They weren't chickening out now.

Gronk got off the bed and took Helen's hand. His friend took Patty's hand, and they went separate ways. Gronk took Helen to another couch. He sat down and put Helen on his lap. He could see she was nervous, so he gave her time. He rubbed her shoulders and her back until he put his hand on one of her knees. She jumped when he did that, but he went down toward her ankles, not up to the promised land. She relaxed for a minute when he removed her shoes. She was wearing a sun dress that highlighted her larger than normal breasts. She had always been proud of her breasts, and she decided not to hide them now. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress to her waist. She then slipped her arms out and allowed the dress to fall to her lap. Gronk immediately became very interested in her breasts and began massaging and licking them softly. Helen closed her eyes and allowed this stranger to manhandle her breasts. It felt GOOD. She hadn't had sex in over a month, and she wanted this monster of a man to take her, just take her, however he wanted.

When he stopped, she opened her eyes and looked into his. She then stood up, dropped the dress and wiggled in front of him. He smiled and began rubbing her ass and back. She stopped him, dropped her panties, and climbed aboard him. He impaled her on his big dick, and she settled down until he was completely inside her.

He grabbed her by the waist with both hands, and began lifting her up and down, fucking her by moving her. She closed her eyes and let herself go until she was almost done. When he bent down and bit her on the nipple, she exploded, and he had to hold onto her to keep her from bouncing off him. He held her until she settled down. When she looked at him, she smiled. "Big guy, thank you for that. I NEEDED that. Can you do it again, or do you want to trade me for my friend. I'm sure I can fuck a couple more of your friends tonight."

Wally, Gronk's friend, had taken Patty to the same couch where he had bent the doll over the arm of the couch. He took Patty to the other end of the couch. He helped Patty remove her clothes and bent her over the arm. He fingered her to find she was ready. So, he pushed into her and began riding her enthusiastically. As he was finishing fucking her, she was growling and muttering a few words a "proper" lady in England wouldn't be uttering. Oh God was mixed with a few words you wouldn't hear in polite society.

When she was finished, she rested on the couch while Wally was looking at Gronk. They both nodded and Gronk put Helen over the arm of the couch on his side and moved toward Patty. They switched girls and Patty got to experience the same Helen had just enjoyed. After they were finished, Wally went back to Patty and sat under her head. She began sucking on him. When Gronk saw that, He did the same to Helen. She eagerly began working on that huge dick. She had no chance of swallowing it, but she worked on it the best she could. They both finally fired into their faces and got it all over their hair.

Meanwhile, the other two friends, had told the two "dolls" to wake up and participate. Now they had matched sets of men and women, and they fucked and sucked each other for half the night. By early morning, no one could stand up and they just lay around the room, naked, in a tangle of arms and legs. They all passed out.

Chai had been called when they went past their allotted time. Chai saw what was happening, and when he saw two of his guests participating, he decided to talk to Gronk later. He closed that room and let them sleep it off.

By sunup, they were all awake, with terrible hangovers. They all got dressed and stumbled out into the large room. They headed for the bar and sat down to discuss what happened next.

By now, Helen and Patty had met Susie and Wendy, the two "dolls". The four of them discussed what to do next, and the women decided to take a man each home with them.

When they told the men this, they quickly agreed. Helen asked for Gronk and everyone paired off. Gronk had a suite at one of the resorts. They had four bedrooms, and everyone decided to go there.

When Chai spoke to Gronk, Gronk agreed to let Chai charge him whatever he wanted. He gave him a black AmX card. After they were done, Chai called a limo, and it took them to their room.

The next two days they never left the rooms. Every man fucked every woman at least a couple of times. Gronk fucked Helen four times.

When the time came to leave, Gronk and Helen exchanged phone numbers. She asked if she could visit him in Australia. He agreed and told her he would pay for the ticket if she told him when she could come.

They parted, and Helen and Patty knew they had a memory they would never forget. Helen was thinking, if he bought her a ticket from London to Sidney, she'd come. She hated her job. She had family and a couple of friends, but if he wanted her to come, she may have to try out the "Sheila" thing in Australia.

The "Boss" and "Bull"

Chai got a call from a man who said he worked for the boss. He told Chai the boss wanted to talk to him, and would he come out to meet him in his limo. Of course he would. He climbed into the limo and sat opposite the most powerful mobster in Thailand.

"Mr. Somsak, I enjoyed your establishment during my visit. I need to ask a favor. I have a man flying in from Russia that I need to impress. I have the girls, but you have the equipment and infrastructure needed to impress him. I am asking you to allow him to have the same privileges as I and Ronin do. In return, I will shield you from my entire organization. Many of my lieutenants have been asking to come to your club. I don't want your club overrun by men who think they run the place. I have sent them to another club and have told them to leave you alone. I have also told the other clubs to leave you alone. If you do this for me, I will owe you."

Chai sat and looked at this man he knew he couldn't refuse. "Sir, I would be honored to assist you by entertaining your guest. He shall have the same respect we give you. I will also do this for no charge for goodwill."

The boss looked at Chai for a minute before he replied. "I'll accept your offer." He handed Chai a card. "If you have an "unusual" circumstance, something that you would prefer to not inform the police, call this number. My men will clean it up, quietly. Thank you, Mr. Somak, good day."

Chai was dismissed. He couldn't get out of that car quickly enough. As he watched the car pull away, he had to settle down. He was now in business with the biggest mob boss in Thailand. That was definably not what he had envisioned when he came home.

The same man that Chai had seen with the boss called to say he was on his way with his special guest.

When Nicoli "the Bull" Shoskenko arrived with his bodyguards, Chai knew he had arrived at the big leagues of the world's mobsters. He was dressed in a Tux that did nothing to hide his physique. He was huge. He had several bodyguards and the man from the boss.

Chai asked if anyone of the bodyguards spoke English. He took the one who did to the monitor room so he could watch to ensure nothing was recorded. He had brought two beautiful Russian girls with him. Chai thought, if they were twenty-one, it was barely. They were dressed modestly. Chai knew that wouldn't last. The three of them entered the room and closed the door. One of the other bodyguards turned and stood in front of the door.

What Chai did not see in the room.

The Bull slapped each girl, and they immediately began removing their clothes. Nothing was said. The girls didn't need instructions. When they were naked, they kneed at the bull's feet. Bull took out blindfolds and placed them on each girl. He began removing his tux until he was naked. Both girls were blonde, the very picture of beautiful Russian women. He pulled the first girl up and tied her to the wall facing the wall. He spread her legs and tied her there. She was ready for him.

He went back to the second girl, tapped her mouth. She knew what that meant and opened her mouth. He shoved that huge dick into her mouth. She had practice having his dick in her mouth. That is why she was still alive; she could take all of him down her throat and survive. None of the other women could do it. She had to travel with him wherever he went to satisfy his second favorite need. She knew the other girl would have to endure his favorite need. They don't last too long enduring what he was going to do to her.

She quickly and expertly sucked him off until he fired into her mouth. She was careful to swallow everything and not spill a drop. When he was finished, he pulled his dick out and wiped it on her hair.

He turned away and headed for the girl tied to the wall. Natasha, the first girl, took a deep breath. If the other girl survived long enough to satisfy him, she might get out of this with only one more fucking.

The Bull stood behind the other woman. He took out a small, velvet whip out of his pocket from the clothes on the floor. He started whipping her. It didn't leave marks but eventually would hurt like hell. He continued until she whimpered. He liked her whimpering. That was the only sounds they were permitted to make, the sounds of pain.

He finally stopped when she was red over her entire backside and legs. Her head was hanging down in front of her, so he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. He told her to hold her head up. She tried.

He turned her around to face him. She knew what was coming next. He whipped her front until her breasts were bright red. He saved her private regions. He wanted them later.

He finally stopped and looked at this sweating, red woman. Her head was hanging down, and he knew she couldn't pick it up now. He let it hang down. He was happy. His life in the Russian mob was filled with dangers. Dangers he couldn't control. No one knew when Putin might turn on them, and he would suddenly "fall" out of a window in Moscow. Sex meant nothing to him. He had been abused as a young man. The bigger mobsters would get what they wanted, and for some of them, it meant young men. This is why he exercised so hard, so he could get so huge that they would leave him alone, and they did. Of course, he had to kill one of them to completely stop it.

Now, his mind was completely twisted. He blamed his mother for abandoning him. Actually, he had been taken by the mob to be trained to work for them. She had no choice, but he still never forgave her. He took his anger for her out on these innocent women. He knew they hadn't done anything to him, but, when the fever comes, he must put it out.

He was here to "take care" of a problem for his bosses. They didn't care WHAT he did otherwise, as long as he did what he was sent for.

The blindfolds were so neither of them would be able to tell the bosses what he had done to them. He knew they would never ask, but he really couldn't look them in the eye as he did things to them. Natashia was different. She was able to get him off and not die. That was a special talent to him, and he would protect her as long as he could. The others, "whatever"...

He cut the girl down and she collapsed on the floor. He grabbed her by the hair and drug her over to the pummel horse. He threw her over it. He didn't even bother to tie her to it. He knew she would stay where he put her. If she slides off, she knew she would be kicked severely.

Now, it was time for his favorite thing. He LOVED choking women. He wasn't trying to kill them, just show his dominance over them. He pushed his dick into her pussy and grabbed her around the neck. He began fucking her as he choked her. He would only stop if she started choking and squirming. He knew how afraid of him she was, and he knew if she was willing to risk his wrath, she really needed to breathe. Only then would he let up.

He repeated the process until he was ready to cum. He stopped and went around to her head. He shoved his huge dick into her mouth and pushed it deep into her throat. He worked it back and forth until he was ready to cum. By then, she was blue, but the fever was HOT. He fired into her and continued after she stopped moving. He didn't care or think about her.

When he was finished, he left her hanging over the pummel horse with just a slap on her ass as he headed back to Natashia.

He removed the blindfold and told her to get dressed. She tried to not look at the other girl as she did so. He then threw a large floor mat over the girl, and they headed out.

Chai was waiting to escort him out. He turned and whispered to Chai. "I'm afraid I left a little mess in there. If you will take care of it, I'll send you a little thank you. Can you do that for me?"

Chai noticed he only had one girl now and needed no further details of what had happened in the room. He assured the Bull that it would be taken care of.

As soon as they were gone, Chai called for his medic that was always on duty. They went into the room, took the cover off, and laid her down on the floor. The medic found a weak heartbeat. She was still alive. Chai called one of the Boss's doctors. He came right over, and she was taken to a private hospital.

Chai called the card and informed them of what had happened, and what he was doing about it. He assured them he would clean it up, as long as their doctor kept his mouth shut. He was promised there would be no problem.

Later that day, he went to see the girl. She was conscious, but very afraid. She could speak English, and he tried to settle her down, but it was a hopeless case for now. By the next morning, she was strong enough to leave the hospital. Chai took one of his women with him, and they took her to the club. She was very afraid, and Chai had to finally take her to his home before she had a heart attack.

Once he got her home, he put her to bed and asked Tee, the girl from the club, to stay with her and not let her run away.

That wasn't Tee's name, of course. Like all the girls at the club, she took a short name the Americans could remember.

Chai drove to the club wondering what he was going to do with a Russian girl? He didn't have the heart to make her one of his "girls". She had probably suffered enough already. Besides, she was pretty and didn't need anymore men handling her like property.

By the time Chai got home, the Russian girl, Sophie, was asleep. He asked Tee to stay with her for a while and promised to pay her well. She was happy to not be getting fucked every hour every night for a while and promised to stay with her for as long as Chai wanted her to.

It took two days for her to finally speak to Chai. He was giving her space to recover and try to make sense of what had happened to her.

She finally came to him after dinner to talk. "Mr. Chai, I want to thank you for saving my life. When I passed out, I was sure I would never wake up again. Waking up in the hospital was the biggest surprise of my life. It is you I must thank for my life. I only hope I can do something to repay you."

He smiled at her. "Sophie, it is Chai, not Mr. Chai, okay? Secondly, it was the quick response of my medic that saved your life. If he hadn't given you oxygen immediately, and massaged your heart, you would have died. It makes me smile to see you doing so well here. I promise you will never have to work like that ever again. Now, I must tell you something. It will be hard, but I know you're strong enough to take it. You are considered dead in Russia. The man assumed he had killed you and asked me to "clean up the mess." I'm sorry to say, your family and friends were told you had died. You can never go back to Russia or your family. I'm sorry."

She started crying and he had Tee hold her until she settled down. He didn't want any man trying to touch her for a while, including himself. Tee finally took her to bed.

It took her a couple of more days until she figured out how she could repay him. After he had gone to bed, she slipped into his room and tried to get into his bed. She was naked, and ready to repay him as often as he wanted. He put up his hand to stop her. "Sophie, stop. You are not going to sleep with someone because you must any longer. I can't do that to you. Please go back to your room." She turned, disappointed, but he stopped her. He held out his hand and she took it. He had her sit down on the edge of his bed. "Sophie, my love. You are very young, but your life has been difficult from the beginning. You owe me an attempt at making something out of your life. This is a fresh start. You can think about what you would like to do, and we can talk."

He hugged her and sent her to bed. Don't get him wrong, he would have fucked her in a second, if the Russian had told him he could have her. He wouldn't have thought anything about it. Now, it just seemed like a creepy thing to do to a twenty-one-year-old who had been taken advantage of her entire life.

Chai told Tee to dye her hair black and began teaching Sophie to speak without a Russian accent. They taught her an American accent. He had an idea.

He called the number on the card and asked to see one of the boss's men. The next day, the young man he knew came by. Chai gave him a picture of her in black hair and asked him to speak to the boss about getting her an American id and passport. She needed to disappear, and there is no better place than the US. He said he would relay the message.

The boss called him almost immediately. "Why do you think I would do that?"

Chai had been ready. "Because your Russian friend thinks she is dead, and we fixed it for him. Imagine his surprise if he comes back to my club only to find her working there. Your Russian people MIGHT think we had lied to them. I want to get her as far from here as possible. I know people in the US that can take care of her. She will disappear."

The line was quiet for a few minutes. Chai was beginning to think he had overplayed his hand when he finally came back on the line. "Okay, I'll do it. I owe you one, anyway. Now we are even."

"Yes, sir. Thank you and we are even."

After two months, she was in a much better place. Her accent was gone, and Tee and her were learning things about America.

One day, after Chai had gotten home, he was sitting in his den, reading when Sophie came running in. She jumped onto his lap, laughing. "You know what Tee said about you? She said you run that entire business where I was left for dead. Is that true?"

Chai had to concentrate to ignore her sitting on his lap. God, she was pretty, even as a raven-hair girl. "Yes, I'm afraid I am not a person of virtue. I am responsible for people doing things they can't talk about to enjoy themselves together."

She giggled. "That's all I wanted to know."

She kissed him, hard. He tried to stop her, but she was all over him. She even grabbed his crotch. He looked into her eyes to see a dark, smoldering look. Even in a person so young, you can't miss that. "What are you saying, Sophia?"

"I'm saying I need you to help me do things we can't talk about to get off." She already had her top off. Her perfect breasts were calling his name. He had seen her naked before, but then he was trying to save her life, not making an inventory of how beautiful she was. Now, he couldn't help himself. She was beautiful, and so young and so willing. He knew his willpower was going to fail. So, he stopped her, picked her up, and headed for his bedroom. She put her head down on his shoulder, and relaxed in the knowledge this man would take care of her.

She stripped as soon as he put her down and began unfastening his clothes. They were both naked in a minute. He spun her around and whistled. "My God, you are breath-takingly beautiful." He thought to himself that the Russian was a fool. He had two of them, and they would have done anything for him to stay alive, and he was just throwing this young thing out with the trash.

She was young but experienced. She pushed him down and began sucking on his dick. He had to admit, she had SKILLS. He figured she would need to if she was going to survive at all as a Russian whore.

He tried to stop her, but she waved his hand off and continued until he gave her a present that she swallowed with a smile. She knew this man would keep her safe, and he would never hit her. That was all she needed to suck his dick every day.

She finally fell over beside him to rest. He held her and massaged her breasts and shoulders until he was ready for more. He then sat up and moved down her body. She split her legs to give him room. He saw that she was ready, wet and willing. She helped him into her, and they rocked together to a blissful conclusion.

She fell asleep in his arms, and he knew he couldn't go back now. She had claimed him, and he didn't want to throw her back. He'd happily keep her. He fell asleep with this vision in his head.

Chai missed the US. He had wanted to go back for a visit for some time. Now, as soon as the Boss gets him her id and passport, he had someone to go with him.

Meanwhile, at the business for the last six months....

Andy and Beverly Anderson

Andy Anderson was working for his father when he met Beverly Thomas. They live in Houston, Texas, and they met when they were twenty-five.

After dating for a couple of months, Beverely had decided she wanted to marry this man. So far, he looked interested.

Andy liked this beautiful young woman. She was from a high society family in Houston, and he could use the bump.

After five months, he proposed. She accepted and moved in with him into his big house. She knew he was up and coming. He was making his father's business better and would own it someday. The sex was okay. She thought the problem was hers. He seemed to really enjoy it. She had no complaints, but there was a small piece in her heart that knew there was something more. She just had no idea what that could be. And they had to be careful experimenting in this gossip-rich environment that was high-society Houston.

She found it by accident. Tom was Andy's best friend. They had met in college, and when he got a job in Houston, they became best friends. Beverly had seen him around Andy, and they all had gone to dinner and hung out.

Andy and Tom liked to play golf on the weekends. Beverly would spend the Saturdays with her friends while they played. One Saturday, she had nothing to do. So, when Tom came to pick Andy up, she asked if she could play this once. She knew how to play golf, and the boys were okay with it, once.

She rode with Andy, and they had a good time. Everyone was in a good mood by the end of the round.

As they were putting the carts away, Beverly asked. "So, what do you boys normally do after a round?"

Andy looked at Tom. "We normally have a few beers at the bar before we leave."

"Why can't we do that? I like beer."

Andy was secretly happy with the idea. He didn't mind his golf buddies at the club seeing how beautiful his fiancée was, and she played golf. The boys don't normally want to play with their wives. That was their time with the boys, but, sometimes, he would need her to attend events at the club. It's better for her to become accustomed to the place now. So, they headed for the bar and sat at a table and had a few beers. Andy could see the other golfers as they walked through. They would try to look at her without attracting attention. Andy was proud.

Beverly was finally over beer. "Why don't we go home and have something stronger than beer?"

The guys thought that wasn't a bad idea. They had already drunk more beers than they normally would.

They made it home okay and settled into the den. Beverly poured a few strong drinks, and they began to loosen up.

After a few strong drinks, Beverly was feeling no pain. She was also hornier than hell. She had seen the men looking at her, and she liked it. Maybe golf wouldn't be a bad game for her, at least every once in a while.

She had worn a pair of shorts and a blouse. The blouse had been loose the entire time, and the boys had gotten a look or two during the round. Andy had reminded himself to talk to her about it that night, as soon as Tom left.

If he was worried about her flashing Tom, he was totally unprepared for her to suddenly remove her blouse. She sat in Andy's lap and kissed him hard. He instinctively rubbed her back and she cooed. Tom was starting to get up to leave when she stopped him.

"Tom, don't worry, okay. Stay. It will be fun." If she had not been that drunk, she would NEVER have said that. If Tom hadn't been that drunk, he would have run for the hills. As it was, he hesitated long enough for her to put her arms around him, kiss him, and push her breasts into his face.

Tom was looking at Andy for some help, but Andy was too drunk to focus enough to stop her. Beverly pulled Tom down on the couch with Andy, and they were soon in a tangled mess of arms and legs.

Beverly was finally able to free herself. She stood up. "Boys I think we need to take this upstairs before one of us gets hurt."

She grabbed Andy and Tom's arm and pulled them upstairs. Beverly was too drunk to think anything though at that moment. She just knew she was horny and needed a man. If one was good, two would be better. At least, her foggy mind got that far.

When they got to their bedroom, Beverly striped before the boys knew what she was doing. She jumped onto the bed and giggled. "Come and get it, boys. I need a MAN right now."

Tom looked at Andy. He was coherent enough to begin taking his clothes off. Tom followed suit, and in no time, they were naked beside Andy's fiancée.

She knew Andy, so she wanted the fresh dick in the room. She bent down and began sucking on Tom. That was the last thought Tom had before going into conquering mode. Now, all he wanted to do was fuck this beautiful, willing woman. The thought of Andy didn't cross his mind.

Andy decided there was one end of her that was unoccupied. He pulled her up on her knees and put his finger into her. She was wet, wetter than he remembered before. Of course, he didn't remember much at that moment. All he wanted to do was put his dick into his woman. He pushed into her and began pounding her hard. Tom took hold of Beverly's head and started pumping her mouth on his dick. It didn't take long for both to climax all over her. When they finally stopped Beverly fell onto the bed and lay still.

Beverly wasn't thinking very clearly at the moment. However, when Andy had pushed into her harshly and Tom had grabbed her by the hair and began pumping her mouth, she came, HARD. Harder than she could remember. Of course, with the alcohol fog that enveloped all of them, there would be a chance none of them would remember much of this.

Beverly was happy. She lay still for a moment, until Tom turned her around to get at her pussy. She flipped over on her back and spread her legs for him. Andy took the opportunity of her new position to climb onto her chest over her. She was looking up at him and smiling. She spread her arms and let the two men dominate her. Tom began to stroke her evenly. In and out, in and out. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her tight body. Andy pulled her head to his dick by her hair and pushed into her mouth. Beverly closed her eyes and let these two men possess her, body and soul. She already had one orgasm, and the next one came as soon as Andy had pulled her head up and started fucking her mouth.

Her mind was spinning. The sensations overwhelmed her, and she forgot where she was, who she was, anything but the feelings of having two men on top of her, taking what they wanted. By the time both men had finished, she was gone. She dissolved into a world of sexual satisfaction that her drunk mind had never known existed.

When the boys climbed off her, they realized the night was over. They put her under to covers and waited until she returned from whatever world was in her mind. She smiled at them and went to sleep.

Andy gave Tom a spare bedroom and they both went to bed.

The next morning, Beverly woke up with a huge hangover. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she had vague memories that she was sure wasn't true. That was until she saw Andy looking at her. She headed for the shower. She needed time to think. WHAT had she DONE?

Tom had got dressed and left without saying goodbye. He figured that would be the end of their friendship. He had just fucked his best friend's fiancée not once, but twice. While Andy was there with him. His memory wasn't clear, but it was clear enough to remember Beverly's naked body under him and her sucking his dick. That would be a deal-breaker for most men. He went home and waited for the inevitable phone call.

As Beverly's mind cleared, she began remembering what they had done the night before. As it all came back to her, she was sure Andy was going to dump her. She was damaged goods in their high-society world.

She stayed in the bathroom as long as she could. Eventually, she had to come out. Andy was sitting in a chair in a robe, waiting for her.

"How much do you remember?"

Beverly grimaced. "Too much, I'm afraid. I'm sorry about this. I will understand if you want to break our engagement. If this gets around, we are finished in this town."

Andy watched her while she dressed. He loves this woman. He doesn't want to lose her, but that would be a problem for anyone. "First of all, Tom won't say anything. I will talk to him. I'm sure he thinks we are finished as friends. I'm not sure how he would react if the roles had been reversed."

When she was dressed, she sat down on the bed in front of him. She folded her hands in her lap and waited for him. The next move was his.

After several uncomfortable minutes, he held out his hand to her. She stood up and took it. He pulled her onto his lap. "I love you with all my heart. I don't want to lose you over this. If you are willing, I am willing. Couples must endure many things during their marriage, some good, and some bad. But, if we are to survive, we must do it together. I know Tom will never say anything about this."

She put her head down on his shoulder and burst into tears. He let her cry until she finally couldn't cry any longer. He softly rubbed her back until she could finally look him in the eye. "What does this do to me in your eyes. It would break my heart, but are you going to remind me of this during every fight for the foreseeable future?"

He kissed her softly. "My love, my job is to protect you from all harm. Sometimes, that even includes harm we do to each other. This is past, over. I will never bring this up after we discuss this today."

She burst into tears again. He let her cry it out.

When she finally settled down, Andy hugged her hard. "Beverly, you are the most precious thing in my life. Can you forgive yourself for this matter? It will be important for you if you are not able to look me in the eye."

Beverly looked at this man, and her love and respect was growing by the minute. His strength somehow made her stronger. If he could forgive her for what she had done, then she would forgive herself. She determined in that instant that she would do everything in her power to make him happy during their marriage. She kissed him. "My love. My love for you is greater than ever. If you forgive me, I will be the best wife I possibly can be for you. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy."

He smiled. "Honey, you just being you and marrying me will make me the happiest man in the world. We now know that we can survive anything, and I mean anything. I ask only one thing of you. Please promise you will tell me the absolute truth to the best of your ability, no matter how hard it is. I will swear to you; our world will be private, just the two of us."

"I swear."

"Good you can start right now."

She sat up, worried. Was he coming after something? Had he set her up for something?

"I was pretty drunk last night, but I couldn't help but notice how excited you got. Having Tom here seemed to take your enjoyment to a new level. One you haven't had before. Is that true?"

So that's it. She decided to tell him her thoughts. "I don't know if it was the alcohol, or a new man to fuck, but the intensity was off the charts. I always enjoy fucking you and climax most time we have sex. But the feelings I had last night were the most intense I've ever had. We will have to see what happens in the future."

He smiled. "Thank you, my love. That is a good summary of what happened to you. Please tell me whenever you can, what I need to do to fulfill your sexual desires. I will do my best to make you as fulfilled as I can. Now, I need to get dressed. If you are feeling up to it, how about we go to the farmers' market and get some lunch? But first, I need to go to Tom's house."

Andy drove over to Tom's house. When Tom answered the door, the two men looked at each other for a second. Andy then hugged Tom. He had never done that before. He told Tom it was okay. He told Tom he blames Beverly for instigating the entire evening, but what was done was done. He loved Beverly and was going to marry her. He still wanted Tom to be his best man. "We can decide to enjoy the memory and never speak of it again, agreed?"

Tom agreed. Tom hugged Andy and he went home to get Beverly.

The march toward their wedding was slow but steady. Beverly and her friends handled the plans, and it was going to be a big wedding.

While Andy watched the preparations, and how happy Beverly was, he was glad he was still getting married. She was beautiful and had a sweet soul. He knew they would be happy together. He had only one problem. He couldn't shake the look in her eyes as she was being taken by the two of them. She had a faraway look that he had never seen before. She would never speak of it, and he only asked once, but he knew she had experienced something that night that she had never before or after experienced.

The more he thought about it, the more he had to give her that experience again. The only problem was, he was afraid it would take a second man to achieve it. They had got away with it once, because Tom was his best friend, and they were all embarrassed about it. There was no way Andy could try that again without it blowing up in their faces. But he couldn't shake it.

He finally made a decision that would either blow up their marriage at the very beginning or help her relive that experience. She had initiated it once, so he hoped if this didn't work, she would forgive him as he had her.

Their wedding day was perfect. As all couples do, they spent the entire day entertaining their friends and family. By the time the reception was over, they were dog tired and just wanted to get home. Since most young people now live together before they get married, the wedding night now means time to rest and sleep.

He carried her over the threshold as the custom was. They then headed upstairs. She took a shower and came out in her pajamas. Andy took a deep breath. "Honey. A wonderful day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for marrying me. I will do my best to satisfy every desire you have in the future."

She kissed him. "I love you and I will also do my best to satisfy you."

Now was the time. "Could you please open by closet door?"

She looked at him a little strangely but did as he asked. In the closet stood a naked man that was the picture of a stud. His dick was standing at attention, and he had flowers in his hand.

She gasped and looked at Andy.

He held up his hands. "I know this is weird. But I have known since that one night that something happened to you that we have not been able to replicate since. It must have something to do with two men and a wonton release of all abandon. I want you to feel that again. He is from an escort service in Dallas. I flew him here. No one knows him or that he is here. If you would like to try and have that experience while you are sober, we can make our wedding night something that we will never forget. If you don't think you want to relive that night, I will send him home and we can go to bed on our own. It is up to you, and I'm good either way."

Beverly stood in the center of their bedroom in her sleeping clothes staring at her new husband. She was thinking he had lost his mind. However, the sight of that big dick staring at her was influencing her loins. The tiredness of the day was slipping away even as she mulled over what to do. She looked at Andy. He smiled at her and opened his hand towards the stripper.

She walked over to the man and stood right in front of him. He smiled at her and winked. She suddenly reached down, grabbed his dick, and pulled him to the bed. By the time they got there, she had shed her sleeping clothes and was naked. Andy smiled and followed suit.

They fell on the bed and the stud became a fucking machine. He gently lifted Beverly onto her knees and pushed her head down onto the bed. He came up behind her, fingered her until he was satisfied. She was ready for him and gently pushed that large dick into her as far as she could allow. He made no effort to continue pushing into her past where he felt was her limit.

Andy was standing by the bed. He wanted her to have this first, by herself. Once the stud began fucking her, Andy knew he had done the right thing. One look into her eyes as she melted under the assault of this large man told him she was going to have a GOOD night.

Beverly couldn't help herself. The sight of the largest dick she had ever seen was more than what she could resist. When Andy waved her over to the big dick, she nearly creamed herself right there.

Now, he had mounted her and was riding her hard. He felt tight in her vagina. She knew he could go deeper and was thankful he didn't. She would need to walk tomorrow, after all. She was done the first time by the time he had pushed her as far as he dared. The feeling of this man filling her up completely drove her over the edge before he had even begun fucking her. By the time he stopped fucking her, she had come again. He stepped back and pushed her over on her side. He smiled at Andy and Andy joined the assault.

He turned her over on her back. She smiled at him as he turned her. She was still there. That was a good sign. Since he had no interest into following THAT dick into his wife, he settled down above her chest and looked into her eyes. She threw her arms out wide and opened her mouth wide. He reached up and took hold of the headboard of the bed to steady himself and pushed into her mouth. He hovered over her face as he fucked her mouth. She lay there and took it with her eyes closed.

Beverly was in heaven by the time Andy had entered her mouth. She had visions of him taking what he wanted from his wife as she lay there, quietly, allowing him to dominate her. She wanted him to finish in her mouth and pump her throat with his cum. He did not disappoint her. When he fired deep into her throat, she came again. Three times in fifteen minutes, a new record for her. Or, it would have been if she had been able to count to three at that moment. Before Andy pulled out, he pushed her chin up to seal his dick in her mouth and rubbed it on her tongue. It felt great and he finally pulled out completely.

He got off the bed and looked at the stud. They both smiled and the stud waited for Andy's next move. Andy would decide how long they would play this game. This trip had already paid him more than he had ever done on a single night, and Andy had promised him a tip when they were done. He had also promised the man a bedroom to sleep in for the night so he wouldn't have to fly out that night.

Beverly came around to find out there was no man on her. She opened her eyes to see the two men staring at her. She managed, "Come on, boys. Don't tell me you're done already. I still have a few more orgasms to find."

The two men talked for a moment. They decided the stud would not fuck her mouth. He could easily tear her. So, they decided to repeat the first show. This time, they left her on her back and the stud picked her legs up with her ankles, spread them wide, and shoved into her. She was sloppy wet, and he had no problem getting inside. Andy moved over her head and repeated the first assault. When Beverly realized they were spit roasting her until they came in her, her mind went blank with the heat of the mental picture frozen in her mind. When Andy swung his leg off her, he could see her eyes had rolled back in her head. He called the stud off, and they let her lie there.

He took the stud to a room for him to sleep in. The night was over.

He lay down and took her in his arms and held her until she came around. When she finally smiled at him weakly, he kissed her and held her until she fell asleep. He watched this woman as she slept. He hoped her feelings would be as happy tomorrow as they had been tonight.

When they both woke up the next morning, she kissed him and thanked him for helping her experience what she had not been able to since that first night. She then asked him to fuck her. She just wanted her husband in her now. They happily made love that morning. She was able to have an orgasm with Andy that morning. Their marriage was off to a good start. They left for their honeymoon that day.

The next five years went by quickly. They had two kids, and he had taken over the business when his father retired. The business was doing very well. Everything was great, but Andy knew in his heart that she couldn't get THAT orgasm now.

Tom had gotten married. Their honeymoon had been to Thailand. When Tom came back, he told Andy about Wang's Wonderland. He described everything he had seen there. Andy immediately thought of Beverly. He could probably get her off there.

For their fifth wedding anniversary, he told her he was taking her on a trip for their anniversary.

The grandparents took care of the children, and they were off. Once in Thailand, they stayed in their resort for a few days, enjoying the sights and each other without the kids.

On the last night, Andy told her he had a surprise present for her anniversary. He had a taxi take them to Wang's. He had called when they first arrived in Bangkok, and Wang had promised to have everything ready for them.

When they arrived, Wang met them at the door and took them to the back. Beverly was busy watching the exciting sex around her. She knew what Andy had in mind, and she had a hard time walking to get to wherever they were going.

Once Wang opened the door to their room, she saw a nice bed and a large naked man on it. She squealed and headed into the room. Andy thanked Wang and followed her.

This time, she insisted that he continue, even if she fainted. She wanted to be fucked like never before. He told her he would try.

For the next couple of hours, the two men fucked her every way they could think of. She lost count of the orgasms until she finally lost count of where she was and who she was. Even after she finally fainted Andy tried to do as she asked. They enjoyed one final fuck apiece before calling it a night. Andy did find it somehow exciting to fuck his wife when she wasn't there. It was something he had never done before.

After the other man had left, Andy held her until she opened her eyes. She smiled weakly and thanked him. She said as she was "leaving" she felt them inside of her, working her over, and that thought drove her deeper than she had ever been.

They went home the next day and life continued.

On their tenth anniversary, she asked Andy if they could go to Thailand. He smiled and agreed. When he called Wangs, he was told they had a new owner, a man named Chai. He spoke to Chai, and he told him what he wanted. Chai told him it was no problem, and they made a reservation.

When they arrived at Wang's, they met Chai at the door. He was a small Thai man. He bowed to them and led them to the back. Beverly could hardly contain herself. It had been five years since she had been taken apart by two men, and she could hardly wait.

When they entered the room, she froze in her tracks. Inside the room were two men, a nice-looking white man, and the man she could not stop looking at. He was a huge black man, and he was built like Mike Tyson, at least she would have known that if she knew who Mike Tyson was.

Andy kissed her and said, "Happy anniversary, my wonderful wife." He saw the look in her eyes. She was melting while looking at the black man. She was already fantasizing about him on top of her. As soon as the door closed, she began stripping down. Within a couple of minutes, everyone was naked. Except Andy. He sat down on a chair in the corner. When Beverly saw him sit down, she came over to him.

"What's the matter, my love? Why are you not getting ready?"

"I think those two can handle you quiet well without me."

"Maybe, maybe not, but they aren't fucking me without you involved. It is questionable enough just fucking a man who isn't my husband, but at least you are participating. If you don't then I'm just being a slut. Don't make me a slut."

Andy looked at her for a second before responding. "I see your point." He got up and began removing his clothes. "I guess I could fuck my wife a couple of times tonight."

She slapped him, but they were both smiling as she turned to examine her new studs.

Over the last couple of years, Andy had been working on her to allow him to fuck her ass. She wasn't keen on the idea, but he finally won her over. He used small vibrators for the longest time, until she could take it without a problem. It took months of careful preparation, but she was finally able to allow him to fuck her in the ass. What she didn't tell him was how horny the thought had made her. When he could finally fuck her ass without hurting, she came and came. It was not since Thailand that she had felt those feelings. She didn't tell him that. She just told him she would allow him to fuck her anyway he wished. He was so happy that she would allow him to, that he never figured out she was getting off on something new.

Now, the reason for all that work will be understood. He had the black man lay on his back and pushed Beverly on top of him. The man carefully entered Beverly. She nearly died when she felt that huge dick inside her. Not since their wedding night had she had that in her.

The other man stood in front of her, over the face of the first man, and pushed his dick into Beverly's mouth. Beverly was in heaven.

While this assault was beginning, Beverly felt something different. She couldn't look back, but she felt someone invading her ass. When she realized it was Andy, she exploded into a wave of orgasms. She had three men inside her at the same time. She never even fantasized about that. It never occurred to her. Now she knew why Andy had insisted she allow him to fuck her ass. Now she had a man in every hole she could provide. She couldn't move. She was penned by the three men as they fucked her every hole. She closed her eyes and allowed the waves to break over her in ever increasing strength and duration. By the time the three of them had shot their load, she was putty in their hands. Her mind had shut down, and her body had taken over. She was conscious and aware. She just didn't care and let them do as they pleased for the next couple of hours. Andy would check on her, but her eyes were there, so he allowed the two men to continue. Andy had stopped after the first assault on her ass. He now sat and watched over her as she got the most intense feelings she would ever get. By the time he stopped them, she was just laying there, mumbling with saliva running out of her mouth. When the smaller man had fucked her mouth once, he made sure she didn't choke on his cum. Instead, he filled her mouth and then tilted her head over so it could run out of her mouth onto the bed. Andy was filming on his phone. They could destroy the video, but he wanted her to watch when she was clear headed. He wondered how she would react if she watched it like it was somebody else. He hoped this would finally cure her of this obsession.

When the evening was over, they headed back to their room and flew out the next morning.

When they were home and relaxing, Andy showed her the video. She was appalled at how she looked and acted in the video. She decided she had to stop that. She was nearly forty, and a leader of several charities and PTAs, and she couldn't trust this to come out. She watched Andy delete the video and determined in her heart that he had done enough to indulge herself. She was going to be a wife and mother from now on. They never went back to Thailand.

Sophia's new id and passport finally arrived. She was now Natashia Mason. He thanked the messenger and went home to tell Sophia. When he showed her the new id and passport, she cried. "Now, you are legal as far as the US government is concerned. I want to show you America, if you would like to go with me."

She was overwhelmed and sat down on the floor. He picked her up and put her on the couch. "Say something, my love."

She finally answered in her polished American accent. "I'm overwhelmed when I realize how far I have come. From being dead for a few minutes, to having a new life with a new name the Russians don't know about. Being able to freely travel without someone making me is something I couldn't have even dreamed of before you."

She jumped up and threw herself into his arms. He caught her and kissed her several times. He just held her off the floor in his arms and felt happy for the first time in a long time.

Sophia couldn't believe what he had done for her. To give her the chance to see America and not have the Russians looking for her. She missed her family, but she knew they were safer with her dead.

"I would LOVE to see America with you, Chai. Thank you, thank you." She kissed his face until he had to stop her. He put her down and they went in for dinner while they talked about America.

The wall had become a sensation in Thailand. It was open 24-7 and was busy almost all that time. He now had nearly two dozen women manning (so to speak) the windows in the wall. There were plans to expand the room to allow more women in more windows.

As Chai was preparing to leave with Natashia, he got a call from the boss. Within the hour, the boss's limo was outside. When he slipped into the car, he found the boss in a great mood.

The boss told him all his business associates were very pleased with his club and highly recommend it to their associates.

Chai knew this, and this was the main reason he wanted out of this business. That would only eventually blow this place up, and he wanted to get his money out of it before that happened. He figured the boss hadn't come to see him personally just to tell him everyone thought he was the cat's meow, to use an American expression. He knew there was something more. He HOPED it was what he wanted it to be.

The boss pointed to his assistant that is with him constantly. The man spoke, "Mr. Samok, the boss wonders if you would be interested in selling your establishment?"

Chai had to time it just right to get the most out of him before they left. He finally spoke. "I really haven't thought of selling it, but I could entertain it, just because it is the boss, and we have always had a respectful arrangement between us."

The boss smiled and the assistant held out a piece of paper to Chai. He took the paper and unfolded it to see a number that was three times what he had hoped to get. He managed to stay calm and not give anything away until he finally smiled. "Because it is the boss, I accept without haggling."

The boss reached out and they shook hands. "I have only one request, please."

The boss nodded. "These people are hard working men and women. They depend on these jobs to support their families. They are the reasons your friends enjoy my establishment. I would only ask that the man you put in charge is more like me than you, no offense intended."

The boss looked surprised, and Chai was afraid he had blown it until the boss let out a belly laugh. "You have a deal. I was thinking of using your assistant manager as the new manager. Is that satisfactory?"

Chai smiled. "Yes, sir, very satisfactory. Thank you for all the help you have given me all these years. I wouldn't still be in business without you, and we both know it."

That made the boss very happy. He shook Chai's hand enthusiastically and Chai got out. He went in to tell his assistant that he was the new boss for the "boss." He went around thanking all the employees he could find.

His and "Natashia's" plans sped up. By the time the money was transferred to him, they were ready to leave. The tickets were bought, and he had given his house to his parents and brother.

He had his money transferred to a Swiss account to get the money out of the reach of anyone in Thailand.

As they boarded the plane, Chai looked down at the beautiful raven-hair women on his arm and couldn't believe how life had turned out. She was only twenty-three by then, and he was forty, but she adored him for saving her life, and he would make sure she never regretted being with him.