A Conversation and a Reward

You feel like you want to cry as you ride the elevator up to floor 10, but men don't do that. YOU'RE certainly not going to do that, surrounded as you are by a nation-full of stoic Thai men ... men you're apparently attracted to now. Why does this shit ALWAYS happen to you? You're going to find the most gorgeous, intelligent, personable, strongest woman you've ever MET and find out she likes you too, only to discover a previously-unrecognized passion for cock?!? What. The. FUCK.

When you get back to your room, Malee is sitting on your bed, again working on her phone. She closes out whatever she was doing as you approach and smiles up at you. You sit beside her and wrap your arm around her trim hips, pulling yourself close to her.

She kisses the side of your lips and asks, "Feeling better, my flower?"

"Better. Sure, I guess."

She kisses you on the neck, an act that for the last two days has never failed to arouse you, but you've got too much on your mind right now.

"What's wrong, my flower?" she asks, "I thought you would be a little more eager. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm okay, I ... I don't know!" you blurt out.

"Something IS wrong. I could tell from the moment you walked in. Tell me." You can tell from her tone of voice ... not coldly angry like before the meeting with Mister Dantanavanawong, but brooking no nonsense or disobedience ... that this is an order, not a request.

"I ... something happened while I was getting massaged ... No. No, it's nothing ..."

She stands up from the bed and takes a step back, surveying you, face cold again. "You're lying. I know you are; it's obvious whatever happened has upset you. Don't you ever lie to me again, flower. It would have ... unfortunate consequences. Now do as you're told and tell. Me. What's. Wrong."

You look up at her, fascinated. She's not angry, just ... in charge. Demanding. Compelling. But not scary, or not very. Between the look in her eyes and the question itself, you can tell she cares deeply about what's happened. It makes you feel safe. Protected. You're still nervous and ashamed, but you know you have to obey her.

"I ... had an erection ... during ..."

"Oh, flower," she croons, leaning over and pulling your head into her cleavage, her big breasts pillowing your face, "Is that all you're worried about? Baby, I couldn't be upset by something like that! Being rubbed down by a fit, pretty half-naked girl, nude yourself? You'd have to be a machi ..."

"He was a masseur."

"Excuse me?"

You're blushing hotly again, but you need her to know, now that you've begun. "The ... person giving me a massage. He was a masseur. A guy."

"Oh." She doesn't sound particulrly upset. "Have you ever been attracted to a man before? Ever fantasized about one?"

"N - no, but ... since I came here to Bangkok ..."

"Yes?"

"Thr ... Three. Three this afternoon! The massage guy, Prasong, and ... and Kuhn Veera and Mister ... Mister Dan ..."

She smiles. "So ... basically every man you've met in Thailand?"

You nod. "Except the cab driver and the Customs guy ..."

She snorts. "The Customs Inspector was a human beach ball and the taxi driver was filthy. Look at me, my flower."

You realize you've been staring at your feet, or at hers, since you started your confession. You look up at her. It feels good to look up at her. It feels better to do as she asks, after the way you made her **** you to start.

What she does next makes you feel even better. Smiling at you, she begins to unbutton her silvery-gray silk blouse. Beneath, she's wearing a bra that seems to be more lace than anything else. Her eyes haven't left yours, and she smiles every time your eyes flick down to her body ... and those beautiful tits ... before returning to her face.

Her flat, slender belly appears, and the blouse flutters to the floor. Then she unhooks the brassiere and it disappears too, though you couldn't possibly say to where. You're too busy looking at her remarkable tits and big, stiff brown nipples, areolas the size of poker chips.

"You like these?" she asks, hefting one and making it bounce. At your almost-frantic nod, she smiles, closes in on you and pulls you between them. "Do they turn you on, Flower?"

You try to nod, but she's holding you too tightly to her chest, and you try to say yes, but your mouth is full of breast flesh as you kiss and lick, so it comes out more as, "Yuff."

Malee giggles. She pulls you back and says, "Here is what I think. You are a young ... relatively inexperienced?" at your nod she continues, "inexperienced young man on an exotic adventure. This exotic climate gives your mind the freedom to let you know what you really want. And, well, it would appear you like both men and women."

"But ... but I don't want ..."

"Ssshhh," she orders sharply, placing her ring and middle fingers on your lips, "You can't control what your body wants, my flower. You can only listen to your body and do what it wants, or choose to live in misery. And as long as you still want me, I still want you. Understand?"

You nod dumbly, still frightened, but a little less so than before, knowing your strange new desires won't drive her away ... even if you don't quite buy her reasoning.

"Don't worry, Flower. If you ... like men as well as, or better than, women ... we'll find out. And we'll deal with it. I promise. Now," she smiles down at you and then pushes you back onto the bed, "I think I owe you a little reward, don't I?"

Your eyes widen, and you nod again quickly. Malee continues smiling at you as she kneels on the bed beside you, unties your bathrobe and flips it out to the sides. She lookd down and says in a schoolgirl squeal, "Oh, he's so CUTE, standing at attention like a tiny little soldier!" She straddles your belly and scoots her ass back until she's got your hard-on trapped beneath her ass, then further back until her skirt has hiked up significantly and she's rubbing your "tiny little soldier" with her sex. If you were more sexually experienced or less distracted ... she's also sucking and nibbling at your nipples, murmuring "such pretty little titties," while she rubs every square inch of exposed flesh she can reach ... you might have noticed something, a bit more fkesh than you would normally expect on a woman, in her between-the-legs rubbing of your prick, but you don't. All you feel is heat, yours and hers, and friction, and the wet fervor of her lips and tongue. The moment isn't perfect; nobody would want his "pride and joy" called "cute" or "tiny," but it's close enough that you can ignore the rest.

She's working her way down your belly now, sliding down between your knees as she closes the distance between your cock and her lips, and then taking you by the wrists, not the hands, to pull you into a sitting position before kneeling before you. You smile down at her and run your fingers through her silky, shoulder-length hair. She smiles back up at you and murmurs, "Just relax and enjoy, my flower. Let me do awwlllll the work ... for now."

She then parts her lips and kisses the very tip of your cockhead, sending a shiver of anticipation all the way through you. Her lips part further and engulf the head, followed quickly by her tongue swirling around it and then fluttering up and down, back and forth across it as if it were a warm and very gentle car wash, or maybe a mother cat cleaning her kitten.

And then she engulfs your entire cock in her mouth, massaging with lips and tongue all the way down. It fits comfortably in her mouth, not coming close to causing her any discomfort ... she certainly does not **** on it ... which mortifies you briefly. Then you remind yourself to quit comparing your life to a porn video and just enjoy the experience.

Enjoyable it certainly is, too. She runs her lips back and forth along your length, applying steady suction along with massaging you with her tongue and occasionally using her teeth JUST enough to remind you they're there. It's an intensely erotic experience, seeing her kneel before you, yet knowing she's in charge just by virtue of the damage she could cause if she really wants to. And you realize quickly that she's actually SENDING that message; her gaze switches back and forth between your cock and your eyes, but every time she uses her teeth, she's staring right into your eyes.

And the things she does with her tongue! You can barely describe most of them, but at one point its entire length just seems to undulate, like a dolphin swimming, against the underside. At another point, you could swear she's licking your balls without breaking the seal if her lips around the base. Heavenly.

Of course, you doubt she gets to exhibit her full virtuosity because, within a few minutes, you suddenly and without warning find yourself exploding inside her. The feeling is exquisite; so is the shame. You can't even have lasted five minutes this time. And it doesn't feel ... doesn't feel like you left her much to swallow, either. You fall back onto the bed, but really just wanting to hide your face from hers.

"Well," she says thickly from between your knees, "that was ... quick."