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"Darling, Cat is here," called out his wife as she rushed to find her keys, grab her clutch and slip into a pair of hooker high heels.
He looked at his wife Nam all dressed up and strutting around in that tight ultra-short black micro-dress and those ridiculously high heels. Thai hookers love to wear slut wear when they are fucked. It gave him an instant hard-on. Nam was 5ft1 and those heels were good for her as she was short. It gave her the perfect height for a blowjob.
Naturally, his wife had thick make-up on like all her other little bar whore girlfriends. She had a sexy slim figure, small tits, a shaved tight vagina, long black hair and slutty large lips that looked great wrapped around a cock. In fact, she had everything a good little Thai whore needed.
Her friend Cat was another great little fuck toy of a hoe. The sweet little bitch would go with anyone and anything just as long as they paid her a few cents. With those tiny slim hips and small round tits of hers, she still looked 14, even though she was 22 years old. Lack of customers to boom-boom during Covid had left her girlish frame a little too thin and scrawny. She was hungry for rice, cock, alcohol and cash, and not necessarily in that order. The sexy little bitch had a small well used fuck hole with large loose brown vaginal lips flopping open, damaged from continuously taking all those big farang cocks up there. Fucking was the only thing Cat knew how to do, and she always did that well and with a smile. Most men liked to fuck her pussy, but you could fuck her straight up her rectum or fuck her throat, too. Cat had been selling her pussy since she was thirteen and absolutely loved it. What is more, Cat refused to do any work that did not involve spreading her legs. Why not? She found it gratifying and besides, it paid well.
With the beer bars shut and very few sex tourists coming to Thailand, it was hard for a working girl to make a decent living these days. Desperate, Cat had put her name down with an escort agency where she could pick up some guys at least. Nam had agreed to duo with her if a customer asked for two girls.
"I have a booking tonight. The customer wants two girls for fuck," Cat had told his wife earlier. "You want to come with me? He will pay 2,000 baht each for short-time."
"Yes, I want to fuck him, but only if he is a farang," Nam had replied instantly.
Nam simply loved to prostitute herself to farangs, and especially appreciated all those that enjoyed her. She kept herself looking youthful by ingesting the sperm of foreigners in her mouth and pussy bareback. It was good for her skin, she always told her husband Tim.
Cat enjoyed being fucked up her cunt, up her ass and down her throat just like her hooker friend Nam. However, unlike Nam who shunned Thai men, Cat would take anything up her snatch just as long as she was being paid. This was certainly one of the qualities that made Cat such a perfect little Thai hooker. The cheap little slut went to whore herself out every evening. Naturally, she always left her hubby at home. Tim, on the other hand, liked to watch his wife work and Nam usually wanted him to squirm as she enjoyed another man. Tonight, however, would be a little different. Nam would be joining Cat and leaving Tim at home alone while she got shafted like the dirty little whore she was.
Tim watched as Nam rummaged through her purse. He knew that it contained condoms, gel, lipstick and paper tissues. All the accessories a good hooker might need. One guy was nothing for her. She had fucked up to a dozen in one go. Her friend Nam did fifty guys a day when she worked out of that brothel in Hong Kong. How many was that in a week?
Finding her keys, Nam relaxed, and she stooped over to give her husband a quick peck on the cheek.
"Bye, darling. I go to work now," she declared.
Tim noticed that she was not wearing her wedding ring. When Nam was hooking, she was not his wife anyway. She belonged to her customer.
He watched her leave with a mixture of excited anticipation, jealousy and regret. The girls would be fucking some stranger in a hotel and he would not be there to see it, he thought. He knew that his wife would climax on another guy's cock that night. She always did. He could not wait to see her return safely but well-used.
"Shit, I need to wank," he thought desperately.
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As the girls entered the condo, Nam froze in her tracks and turned pale.
"Hallo! I'm Mbwana," said their host with a broad engaging smile that revealed his perfect white teeth.
Nam had been expecting a white sex tourist, so the sight of their customer came as an absolute shock. Mbwana was as black as it was humanely possible to be. Even African found him to be as a darker than other brothers. His family had originally emigrated to the UK as asylum seekers from Nigeria. Even though Mbwana had been born in the UK, his tone of speech and accent were deep and truly African in nature.
Nam pursed her lips and threw Cat an angry look of reproach. Why hadn't Cat told her their customer would be black? Cat would fuck any color, but Nam only enjoyed white meat. That was her rule and the other girl jolly well knew that. Now she would have no choice but to go along with this unpleasant business. Nam found herself trapped.
Mbwana resembled a proud Zulu warrior. At 6ft 10 tall, there was not an ounce of fat on his lean athletic frame. The British-Nigerian wore his thick curly black hair cut very short and his intelligent eyes shone with excitement and anticipation at the sight of these two Thai sexy whores. They were there for the sole purpose of his enjoyment. Mbwana was dressed casually in a sporty pair of shorts and a Manchester United T-shirt. Nam thought she glimpsed the outline of a long dick in the folds of his basketball shorts, but surely, she must have been mistaken for nothing could quite be that big after all.
"Let's drink, bitches. I have prepared the good stuff for you. I do like a party," he said, showing the two hookers passed a Jacuzzi and leading them towards a table and sofa.
"Where you come from?" asked Cat in pidgin English, taking him by the arm possessively and giving their host a cute smile that sent a tingle down into his cock.
"I'm from England, but I'm living and working online in Thailand," replied the black man.
"Ai..." came a pained female voice on the TV.
Nam glanced at the screen and saw a Japanese school girl meowing with pain as she was being shafted by a fat older white guy. The Bises love-hotel offered free porn channels in all its rooms. To the left of the sofa Nam took in the Jacuzzi still filled to the brim with bubble bath foam. Mbwana had probably been soaking there just before they had arrived. Left over pizza and beer was strewed over the low coffee table in front of them. To the far side of the VIP suite, right next to the bathroom, Nam could see a double bed behind the television. It was surrounded by wall-to-wall mirrors on three sides as well as ceiling mirror so that you could watch yourself fucking. She had been there before to fuck other customers. This room was one of the love motel's VIP party suites designed for screwing your favorite Thai hooker.
The sofa was not very comfortable and some tears had been hastily repaired with thick black tape, but it was large enough to fit the three of them comfortably.