Welcome back, readers, for the final chapter of my story. If you’ve been with me since the beginning, you will have accompanied me on a taboo shattering journey, both geographical and sexual. I discovered a flair for public sex, I engaged in group sex and threesomes with lesbians, I fucked gays up the arse and received expert blowjobs from them, I played with a mature Asian woman in a massage parlor on several occasions, and I discharged buckets worth of cum around this exotic land of Thailand. In my last instalment, I take on the final taboo, one I definitely didn’t expect to sample, as well as joining the mile high club. Enjoy, and thanks for joining me on my travels.

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Well, my trip was at an end. I’d seen Bangkok, Pattaya and Chang Mai, and a whole lot of holes too. Man, I’d really done the cliché and given in to the ‘temptations of the East’. Group sex, public sex, threesomes, gay sex, massage parlor handjobs and sex, sex with different nationalities and age groups and genders and orientations. It had been an incredible experience.

I’d also done a lot of seeing the country, and have many things to say about Thailand culturally and socially and historically, but this is obviously not the forum. I just don’t want you to think I’m some dumb American douchebag who sees the world as his own private fuck club, because I don’t. I stumbled into these situations and in every case I was more pursued than pursuer. Anyhow, you don’t know who I am so I guess it doesn’t matter what your opinion is of me. I did these things and I’m turning you on describing them. We’re all the same, I realized, in that manner: our sexual subconscious is powerful and we are a lot more open to trying new experiences than we acknowledge in our home environments.

By now, I was back in Bangkok, ready to take the flight home. I’d stop off in London for a layover and be with my folks countless hours now, in a different time zone and continent and culture. I got the train to the airport with my stuff, ready to leave behind the humidity, the smells, the feeling in the air…

Sat opposite me on the train was a flight attendant… cabin crew, air hostess, whatever term you wanna use. I noticed her because she was so sexy. She was quite tall for a Thai woman but still well shorter than me. Her legs were crossed. In the long skirt, I got quite a good view. I couldn’t see much flesh, although it had gone up her legs somewhat so I could make out the soft looking skin, but the shape was perfectly outlined as the material was thin and tight. Very sexy indeed. I noted that she was a little meatier, shall we say, than the average Thai woman. Her thighs had a good thickness to them. The women are very elegant and beautiful but for me many are just too skinny to really turn me on. This woman was just the right blend though. By the looks of things she had a decent sized pair of breasts too.

Her face but breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes were a perfect almond shape, lightly encased in a black liner. Her face wasn’t caked in makeup, but her coffee complexion was perfect anyway. The lips were slim and red. Her brown eyes were just piercing, and the type that keep drawing you in. And I was no exception.

Her jet black hair (as all women in that part of the world have) was very neatly done in the common style, tightly drawn back with a subtly stylish pinning together behind the head. All in all, she was extremely elegant and poised. It was the extra meatiness to the middle of her that elevated her to a figure of sexual desire for me.

I spent the whole journey stealing glances. I wasn’t really perving, I was just addicted to that face. There was something about her that I couldn’t put my finger on. As graceful as she was, she exuded a more confident air about her, almost more masculine, than the average Thai woman.

At one point, I looked at her at the same time as she looked at me. We did that thing of awkwardly looking away immediately, pretending no connection had been made. But this added a certain frisson and I spent the rest of the ride conscience of the fact that she’d be looking at me.

The ride ended and I got off, sad to see her go. I was pretty sure that she was in the uniform of Thai Airways, which I was using, so I consoled myself with the unlikely prospect that she would be attending to me on my long flight home. I had a layover in London from the evening to the next afternoon, so the ride back to my folks was quite lengthy.

I checked in. I was very early. I didn’t have any reason to stay, so figured it’d be better to come here and chill in the large airport. So when I got through security I headed to a bar and ordered a whisky. Someone sat down beside me. When they ordered, I registered it was the voice of a young woman, so naturally I turned around. Who should be there but the gorgeous air hostess from the train! Aw, man, what were the chances. Since I looked at her and we were about a metre apart in a quiet bar she also looked at me. Catching each other’s Ankara escort eyes, we both smiled.

‘You were opposite me on the train here, weren’t you?’ she said.

‘Yes, I was,’ I replied, surprised that a Thai woman, as a bunch very demure and restrained, would openly start chatting to a man on the flimsiest of excuses. But they did have a cheeky side once you got to know them a little, so perhaps this woman was simply a little more of an extrovert. Either way, I was pleased.

‘Where you flying to today?’ she asked.

‘Oh, back to the States. I’ve been on holiday travelling around your beautiful country for a few weeks.’ She smiled at my subtle compliment.

‘You are take off in three hours?’

‘Yeah, how’d you know?’

‘Ah,’ she smiled. ‘I am cabin crew on that flight.’ Score! I inwardly punched the air at this prospect. What were the chances?

‘I guess you are from around here?’ I asked, not knowing where to start.

‘Yes, I am from Bangkok. But I have travelled all over the world because of job.’

‘I guess that’s one of the perks, huh?’

‘Yes, especially as Thai people cannot afford mostly to travel. I can see all parts of world I couldn’t normally.’

Her eyes, sparkling and full of life, remained searing into mine throughout. Occasionally she’d look down to her drink to take a sip, but that was about it. Her name was Anong, which I thought was as beautiful, feminine and graceful as she was.

We chatted for a while about the country and her society. I then discussed America. We got on very well, and the conversation was easy considering her English was a way from perfect. Before I knew it, 40 minutes had passed. The conversation came to a natural pause.

‘I make you deal, American boy,’ she smiled conspiratorially. ‘You pay my drink and you buy me drink in layover — alcohol in London — and I get you first class seat.’

‘Wow, really? You can do that?’

‘Easy, we upgrade all the time. I know there is space, I checked. So, we have deal?’

‘You bet! First class for the cost of a sparkling water and a glass of wine?’

‘Cocktail!’ she cheekily corrected.

‘OK, cocktail, you got it.’ I threw some notes down on the counter, very pleased with my deal. Do you know how cheap a water in Bangkok is?!

‘Well,’ she announced a time later. ‘I have to go. We’re that gate over there by the way. I will see you on the flight and put you in first.’ She winked and got down from her stool. I of course watched her walk off, checking out that ass. It was actually very full, more what I’d expect of a Latin American flight attendant. I marvelled how a woman from this part of the world could be so thick.

I walked onto the plane looking out for Anong. She was at the top of the stares, and beamed at me. She looked very tall compared to the tiny little Thai colleagues of hers, but they were all small next to me.

‘Hello, sir. Please follow me.’ I did (watching that ass the whole way of course) and she showed me to a nice, luxurious seat in first class. Man! How the other half live huh? A glass of champagne was sat there waiting for me. Incredible.

I settled down, temporarily forgetting about Anong while I marvelled at the place. I wasn’t sure to make of her. At this point it would seem like she was coming on to me, and I was certainly doing everything I could to flirt back. And I thought that the flirting was continuing throughout our time in the air.

For example, at one point she came over and leaned in.

‘Sir, can I offer you a drink?’ she breathed huskily. Her face was inches from mine and she had opened a couple of buttons on her uniform. I could see down her top at her surprisingly big breasts. They were encase, from what I could see, in a lacy bra.

‘Just some water, please,’ I croaked. She came over with a cup and smiled, passing it to me. Then there was a jolt of turbulence and the water spilled down my front. There wasn’t much on me, but she made a big down out of apologising. I tried to stop her and tell her it was fine. Well, I did until she spills decided to take a towel and clean up. The water was on my crotch and she slowly, deliberately wiped all round. She lingered on her task to such a degree that I started to get hard. She smiled at me, looking straight into my eyes, before disappearing.

At another point she seemed to drop something on the floor when walking by me in the aisle. She slowly and theatrically bent over. Her bubble butt was stretching against the thin material and I thought I could see the outline of a thong. Slowly, so slowly, she got back up, before turning her head round to me and winking.

The flight was a long one, and these incidents were interspersed throughout. Obviously, she had a job to do and a facade of professionalism to maintain, so encounters were limited to these heavily suggestive interactions.

We landed right on time. As I was leaving, she leaned in and whispered to Çankaya Escort meet her by the taxis outside.

***

An hour later I was standing by the taxis in London. It was freezing compared to Thailand, of course. Eventually I saw Anong walking toward me.

‘OK, you buy me cocktail now!’ she said cheekily. I laughed and we walked off. She told me she had a room at a hotel round the corner, so we’d get it there. I assumed that that’s where I would be sleeping but I didn’t take anything for granted.

She checked in while I went to the bar to order some drinks. It was early evening, or late afternoon, but to tell the truth you kinda lose track of time during long haul international travel.

It was a nice hotel. Not the Ritz, nothing lavish, but more than some two bit motel that’s for sure. I guess this was the kind of place international businessmen stayed when they were passing through London. I took a pair of pina coladas, an unorthodox drink for Autumnal England but it’s what she wanted, and sat at a table in the corner of the vast and largely empty bar. I waited patiently.

After a while I saw Anong. She had changed, wearing a short skirt and a long, luxurious, trendy jumper. It was soft and tight, with a polo neck, and the outline of her breasts was more visible than the flowing tunic of her uniform. Her muscular legs were just so delicious looking. She was wearing anything on them, and in heels they begged to be wrapped around a man’s body.

‘Thank you, good sir, very kind of you,’ she giggled. Instead of sitting opposite, she sat next to me on the couch. She was very close and our legs touched.

‘This is cozy, huh?’

‘Sure is. Do you stay here a lot?’

‘Yes, this is where our airline puts us up. Rooms are very comfy. But I’m not often joined by a handsome American,’ she winked.

We had a couple of cocktails and chatted more. The conversation was flowing pretty easily, like it had in the bar at the airport. She was a confident woman. Her legs were crossed and the foot pointing toward me had lost its shoe. She started to rub in up and down my calf. I started to become aroused. She noticed. At the end of drink number two she placed her hand on my cock and rubbed.

‘So, these drinks were nice. But I think we could have more fun in private.’ She said this huskily, looking straight into my eyes. Who was I to refuse?

‘Sounds good. And thankfully, you have a room upstairs.’

‘Mmm,’ she grinned. ‘Yes, I certainly do.’ She got up and started to walk. I followed suit.

When we reached the bedroom I put my hands on her waist and press my semi hard penis into her ass. It was very firm and I knew I would enjoy playing with it. She definitely kept in shape. I ran my hand down to her thigh and felt the softest skin. She opened the door and we walked in.

The room was quite large and nicely done. I was going to enjoy this end to the trip. My sexual encounters for the whole trip had obviously been a little less refined. In the humid atmosphere, I had fucked in hostel rooms, public showers and even a massage parlor. Now I was in a private bedroom of a hotel with freshly laundered sheets. I wasn’t sleeping with another backpacker, but an air hostess who was in clean clothes and makeup and had washed that morning. I felt like a king!

We kissed in the middle of the room. She looked so sexy in the outfit, although I am a tad sad she wasn’t dressed in her uniform. I would have to make her wear it later. No way was I giving up this opportunity to screw a flight attendant with her dress pulled up around her waist.

Then, she shimmied down to the ground. The sexy Thai was on her knees, pulling my pants down and sucking my cock. She went straight for it: sucking my hardening member with ferocity. Fuck she was good! She felt better than any of the girls or even gays I’d encountered in Thailand. Once I was hard, she massaged it with her soft hands, and her mouth when down. Her tongue licked my swollen balls and underneath. Then I felt a finger go behind and tickle my puckered anus. I’d got used to fingers going in there now, although hadn’t had anything bigger, and must say I quite liked it.

While she was doing this I got completely naked. Her hands massaged by body and she continued to give my penis a sloppy suck. I wanted that body though.

‘Stands up,’ I ordered. Take your clothes off. She lifted her top off to reveal a bare torso. Sexy!! Her breasts were quite big, although not giant, and her dark nipples stood erect. I sucked them and squeezed her round, pert boobs.

Turning around, she slowly pushed her tight skirt down. She was stood there in just her thong. Her back was muscular, her ass large and firm. She was in peak physical condition and I needed her. I reached forward and felt. She must work out a lot. I spanked and the buttocks barely moved. I spanked again, and again, and again. She was red on her ass when I finished with Etlik Escort her.

‘Take the thong off!’ She did so and I marvelled at her sexy crack. I wondered if I’d get to take that ass too.

She then said something curious. She informed me that there is something she hadn’t been totally open about, and asked me not to be cross. I wondered what she meant.

Then she turned around and I understood. She had a small, hard cock! Her body was hairless and smooth. It was a woman’s aside from the cock. I understood… she was a Thai ladyboy! Well, I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. I should have been repulsed but I realise that I mind really. I had happily fucked a couple of gays, although this is something else.

But before I could speak or object, Anong was back to her knees and sucking. I knew it was too late as soon as she resumed her blowjob that I couldn’t stop her. It was too good! And if she blew like that, she must fuck like that. As long as she wasn’t wanting to anally do me, I was fine. It also guaranteed I’d get to fuck that pert little ass. I bet she could squeeze a cock inside it with those incredible glutes.

‘OK, I will overlook the penis. Just please let me fuck you now!’ She smiled. She must have had experience in this matter and knew that if you brought a guy close enough to orgasm with an incredible blowjob, he’ll fuck anything. I guess that had been the case with Stefan. Certainly helped having a nice round smooth ass, like Stefan had. So did Anong, but a bit more toned and of course a lot darker. I couldn’t wait to fuck that tight little asshole.

She jumped on the bed. Laying on her front, she pushed her huge butt up and looked around, smiling and giggling at me. I marvelled at how a Thai could have such a thick ass. It looked so smooth and spankable. She then wiggled her booty and I saw the glutes wobble around.

Her thighs, pressed against the mattress, were thick and muscular. She was still giggling and rubbing her hard nipples. She then lifted up her ass even more and I saw the dark crack give way to a puckered hole. Beneath dangled her small balls.

I leaned in. Placing my hands on her cheeks and spreading them, I pushed my tongue in and around her entrance. It tasted good and she cooed and moaned, wriggling and staring at me doing it. Her black hair was loose and all around her head.

When she was suitably wet with my saliva I held my penis to her hole and teased it.

‘Fuck me! Please!’ she pleaded. I pushed and there was resistance. Her entrance was rubbery and tight. But with a few good goes I managed to breach her ass — I was inside a ladyboy! Mm it was good. Her passage was so warm and unbelievable tight. I went very slowly and she made a lot of noise.

My hands were on her thick ass, squeezing, slapping and caressing as I marvelled. They were really muscular and fat at the same time. I could grab handfuls by her waist as I fucked for support. Her exasperated cries indicated I was treading the line between pain and pleasure. I was giving it to her good.

I went faster and faster and her cries rang out louder and very high pitched.

‘OK, on your back.’

She lay on her back and pushed her middle up. Her legs wrapped around my head and she pulled me down to her butt. I licked it again and her hands massaged my scalp. I could feel her balls against my forehead as I licked that wet little hole.

When I’d had enough I held onto her ankles, pulled them down and wiggled into her thighs. I placed my throbbing member by the entrance and pushed. It still felt so tight. I fucked her mercilessly while I held her legs open.

‘Can you cum?’

‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘Want me to?’

‘Yeah.’ She jerked her small cock and after half a minute sprayed everywhere.

‘OK, you cum now.’

‘Can I cum inside you?’

‘Yes!’ she said enthusiastically. I put her back on her front and pounded her tight ass. I felt the balls tighten and I unleashed a torrent of cum into her. It was quite a sex session, very vigorous and passionate, and I was glad I’d fucked her after seeing the penis.

***

After showering, we went downstairs and ate in the hotel’s restaurant. We were all over each other — kissing, touching, playing footsie under the table. I must say, I really liked her. She seemed like a real woman, not one with a penis. Anyway, it was a reasonably long and boozy affair, and we talked a lot. I realized that all my encounters in Thailand had been purely sexual affairs. This one, in contrast, was a more romantic affair. As a result, the sex was even better

I couldn’t wait to get her in bed again. After we’d finished dessert, we hurried upstairs. We were all over each other and she had my clothes off immediately.

‘OK, you wait here, I change into something sexy,’ she said. I sat on the edge of the bed, stroking myself to stay hard, while she went into the bathroom. When she emerged, I was not disappointed. She was in her uniform, but with big heels. She walked over to me.

‘OK, American boy. Get on your knees.’ So she was going to be in charge was she? She put her heeled shoe on my bare shoulder, then on top of my head, pushing it down.

‘Lick my shoe!’ she ordered. I was so turned on that I did. ‘Beg me for sex.’

‘Please, let me fuck you?’