The next morning...

Came agonizingly slowly for John and he inevitably tossed and turned before drifting off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. He awoke around noon with morning/afternoon wood that just wouldn't go away. He knew that this might be his only opportunity to experience this and he had to do it, even if it was on his own.

As night arrived, John got ready again and told his friends that he was going out to grab dinner with a friend. As it was Sunday night, the streets were definitely less crowded with people as he arrived in the Soi Cowboy area. As if by muscle memory, he found himself back in front of Uncle Jim's bar. He lamented himself as he stepped inside, realizing that Poy might not even be working tonight.

Luckily to his relief, he spotted Poy at the end of the bar chatting with some other ladies he recognized from yesterday. It was actually the lady that his friend had yelled at last night that first recognized John in the bar.

"Ay Poy, your farang (foreigner) is back here hehehe!"

With that, Poy looked up and gave a Cheshire-like grin at John as she quickly walked over to him. She wasted no time giving him a deep kiss, complete again with her tongue dominating John's tongue.

"Glad you are back, handsome. Let's drink."

She motioned to the bartender for two drinks as she led John by the hand to an open table. The bartender quickly brought over two cocktails and put them on the table. Even though it was a slower night, Poy certainly wasted no time in getting reacquainted with John. It had felt like she also had gotten no action yesterday, and was just as pent up as John was.

"Drink up cutie, this make fun much easier"

John needed no second instruction, and he lifted the glass up and took a big sip, which he instantly regretted. This drink was much stronger than yesterday, and tasted like pure gasoline going down his throat. While he continued to sip on his cocktail, Poy grabbed John's free hand and put it on her bulged cock. Poy was wearing a very short flare skirt today, leaving nothing to the imagination. As John began to stroke the outline of Poy's cock, he really had no idea how she was able to fit something that large inside such a small skirt.

It wasn't long before Poy was signaling for a 2nd round of drinks, yet John was already feeling a very strong buzz coming on. By the time the 2nd drinks had arrived, Poy's erection had already sprang free of her panties and created quite a sizable tent in her skirt. She expertly took John's hand and guided it under her skirt so that John was now stroking her bare cock. It felt warm and throbbed a lot, John thought as he began to slowly stroke up and down her massive womanhood. As he began to stroke a little faster, he could see that Poy was also feeling the effects of the cocktail as her eyes were glazed over and she was biting her lip enjoying the sensations.

Just as things were getting very hot and heavy, he felt the couch cushion shift as someone sat down next to him on his other side.

"So looks like you two are having quite a bit of fun, hmm?"

she purred salaciously. John recognized her as the woman who let Poy know initially that he was back in the bar.

"I'm Jasmine by the way, like what you see farang?"

As John looked her up and down, he in fact did like what he saw. Jasmine could not have been older than 25, and was a stunner at only 5'1" tall with pert AA cup boobs. She had flowy dirty blonde hair with curls, and a darker caramel complexion than Poy. She was wearing a backless black dress accompanied with simple ankle strap heels which showed off her short but luxurious legs. It had also seemed that Jasmine had a better handle on the English language, which made the next statement ring very potently in John's mind.

"Mmm, clearly you do. I know that Poy has you pretty much cornered since yesterday. But how would you say to a little fun with both of us? I can reach places inside of you that only Poy would dream about. So how about it?"

She punctuated her question by taking John's other free hand and placing it on her bulge in her dress. Somehow, even though Jasmine was shorter and smaller in all manners, the bulge she was stroking in her pants using John's hand was already much bigger than Poy's even though Jasmine wasn't even hard yet.

John honestly thought he might just cum, die, and go to heaven at this point. Here were two amazingly attractive ladies lusting after him and he was stroking both of their enormous cocks.

Now it might have been the two extremely drinks John had finished, but he felt he could only choose...