Old Haunts

Walt had a beer at his favorite hole in the wall in Bangkok. Outside the bar, the chaos of millions of people packed into the city raged; inside the bar, it was little better. He'd bought Mira a girly drink, that she'd downed three of. Her hand was resting high on his thigh.

"Why don't we go to the bathroom, Mira? I need to take a piss. There is an upstairs bathroom that is a little more private." She nodded tipsily, and he took her hand as they carefully climbed the rickety stairs.

This had been a favored old haunt of his when he lived in Thailand. He'd fucked his share of pussy here ... and a few ladyboy pussies as well. Mira was wearing a short purple skirt, and as he walked behind her, he casually slid his hand up it, gripping her tight brown ass, giving the boys down below a show. Mira blushed, but didn't protest.

She was perfect really. Demure, intelligent, submissive, youthful. She had a big cock, but Walt was going to make sure she only bottomed. She was wasted on his idiot son, really.

She held his cock, blushing as the thick stream hit the back porcelain of the urinal. He emptied his bladder completely, her thumb absently rubbing the underside.

"Now you," Walter said. Mira blushed, but obeyed, lifting her skirt and tugging down her panties, relieving herself. After she finished, she felt Walter's cock press against her ass.

"Oh Walter ... not here," Mira protested. "People will here."

"None of those idiots even know how to get here," Walter responded evenly. He lubed his cock quickly. He knew Mira kept herself tidy and wet down there, and started to press against her more firmly. His head popped into Mira's ass, making her moan loudly.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Shhh," Walter responded. "We're in Bangkok now, darling. Everyone knows we're a couple. They saw you rubbing me while you had your drink. People give in to their base urges here, that's the beauty of this place." He held her tight, her cock over the old urinal, the place smelling rank. Douglas would never use her in a place like this. But she was here now ... with Walter, not Douglas.

"See that big pretty cock of yours?" Walter whispered into her ear. Mira nodded shakily. "Don't touch it this time. I want you to get used to it not being touched, you understand me?" Mira nodded again. "Good girl."

He gripped her hips, shoveling his fat white cock into her brown ass, the tip of his cock pressing against her prostate and driving her wild. She started to moan again, wantonly, her cries of pleasure audible even to the masses below, who listened to the expat lay the pipe to his ladyboy consort. Mira's eyes got wide.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." she whined.

"Remember," Walter said. "Don't touch."

She had a hands free orgasm, her cock not even fully hard, still at half mast, shooting thick ropes of cum into the urinal. She panted, as he went back to fucking her.

"Who do you belong to?" Walter asked, calm and in control.

"You," she panted. "You."