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Subject: {ASSM} Dang and Nit (MF, Mf, Thailand)
Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 20:10:04 -0400
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Dang and Nit

                            by
                        Joe E. Johnson
                   joeejohnson@operamail.com

Copyright 2001 by Joe Johnson.


It was 3:30 pm when the flight attendant announced that we were 
beginning our descent for Bangkok.  I put away my newspaper and gazed 
out the window at the Thai coast line.  I always enjoy the Cathay 
Pacific flight from Hongkong.  At 3 hours, its just long enough for 
lunch, a couple of drinks and a short nap.  The Cathay flight 
attendants in business class are always so attractive and friendly.

Thailand is my favorite country to visit.  As a buyer for a large food 
processing company, I visit Thailand 5 or 6 times a year to buy 
monosodium glutamate and other food additives.  My ex-wife got the 
house after the divorce, and I moved into an apartment - so its quite 
easy for me to get away for the 1 week Thai business trips.  I miss 
my 8 and 12 year-old daughters; but the ex-wife is a good mother, 
so I don't worry.

One of the real perks with a visit to Thailand is the availability of 
young girls - beautiful young girls.  As a 42 year-old divorcee, most 
of the women I meet in the states are about my age.  And heck, going 
out with a 40 year-old mom who talks of nothing but her kids is not 
the same as getting a sexy, beautiful, 18 year-old Thai girl.  I like 
to stay at the Florida Hotel when I'm in Bangkok.  Its a bit shabby, 
but they remember me, and help me with all of my "needs".

It was November, the best time to visit.  It was not as hot as in the 
summer, and the rainy season had not yet started.  The trip from the 
Airport to the hotel took a little over an hour in the heavy Bangkok 
traffic.  After a shower and a drink, I found my favorite bellboy, 
Chai, and said hello.

"Oh hello Mr. Joe, nice see you again", he said to me. "You want 
young girl now?".  Its so nice to be remembered, and I knew that 
Chai would find a girl who would meet with my approval.  "What room 
you stay?", he asked.

I told him that I was in 611 and that I was going back to my room now.   
It had been almost 2 months since my last visit to Thailand, and I 
had not gotten laid since.  Many of the bar girls in Bangkok are from 
the rural areas in northern Thailand, and are quite dark skinned.  
I like the recent arrivals who are still awed by Bangkok, and by 
foreign men.

I waited only about 30 minutes and there was a knock on my door.

"Sa waa dee ka" she said as I opened the door.  I greeted her using 
my limited knowledge of Thai and invited her in.  She was about 5'3" 
and had shoulder length straight hair.  Her English was limited but 
she told me her name was Nit and that she was 19 years old and from 
Chiang Mai, which is in Northern Thailand.  She was stunning.  We 
chatted for awhile.  She mentioned a number equivalent to about $100, 
and I slipped it into her hand.  $100 is a bit high, but of course 
that included the fee for Chai and perhaps other hotel people who 
had to be paid.  And how many 42 year-old guys get to fuck a 19 
year-old world-class beauty?

After her shower, she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped 
around her.  I smiled at her and tried to remove the towel.  She 
pretended to be shy and quickly got into the bed and under the cover.  
I sat down and removed my shoes and sox.  Then I stood up beside the 
bed and slowly removed my shirt, undershirt, pants, and last, my 
underwear.  Of course I had a hard-on.  I stood there with my cock 
about a foot from her face and then lifted the cover and got in bed 
with her.

We had great sex; I napped, and then we did it again.  I gotta give 
Chai a big tip tomorrow, I told myself.  After our second nap, it was 
about 10pm.  We both showered, and Nit left.  I had a couple of 
Singha beers from the frige in the room.  I thought about taking a 
taxi to Patpong street and watching some of the 18 year-old nude 
dancers, but I was too tired, and I hit the sack.

I had coffee, eggs, and pineapple for breakfast in the hotel coffee 
shop.  The early morning is one of my favorite times.  The 
temperature is moderate and the sidewalks are not crowded. I enjoyed 
the strange sights, the exotic smells and sounds.  I left the hotel 
at 8:00 am to travel by taxi to Don Muang airport.  My flight to 
Ubon was at 11:00 am, and I wanted to allow plenty of time for the 
inevitable delays.

Its only a one-hour flight to Ubon, and the service is not that 
great, so I was happy when I finally arrived.  Mr. Hirata, the 
Japanese sales manager at New Asia Chemical always tries to make 
my stay in Ubon pleasant.  After all, I make a million dollars 
worth of purchases for my company each time I come here.  Last time 
I was here, I mentioned that I would like to try a round of golf, and 
Mr. Hirata arranged for me to play with a well know Thai pro 
golfer - and the pro even let me win!  I had told Mr. Hirata that 
I liked the dark-skinned northern girls, and he always provided 
a knock-out for me.

As I walked into baggage claim, I saw Mr. Hirata waiting.  He always 
met me at the airport and took me to my hotel.  During the short 
ride to the hotel, we chatted about golf, girls, and Thai food - the 
three things I always look forward to.  "What kind of girl can I 
send to your room tonight", he asked me?

"Hey - that would be great.  I really like the Thai girls", I told 
him.  "You know the kind I like - the younger and prettier 
the better."

I wondered where all the girls went when they got older; it seems 
like every girl I ever had in Thailand was between 18 and 20.  
I suppose the older ones must work in brothels that serve the local 
Thai clients - or maybe they all married foreigners.

After a swim in the hotel pool, a shower, and a nap, I had dinner 
in the hotel restaurant.  I really like Thai food, but after a 
week-long bout with a stomach bug last year, I stick to the hotels 
and larger restaurant.  No more food from the street stalls for me.

About 30 minutes after I returned from dinner, there was a knock 
on my door.  I knew who it would be.  I couldn't wait to see the 
beauty that would be mine for the night.

When I opened the door, I knew there was some mistake.  The woman 
standing there looked like a hotel cleaning woman.  Stringy hair, 
unattractive, and about 40; and her daughter was with her.

"Yes", I said.  Without waiting for an invitation, the woman and 
the girl pushed past me and into the room.  I just stood there, 
waiting for an explanation.  Was there a problem?  Did she want 
to clean the room?

She closed the door behind her and said, "Hirata send me".  I knew 
that some kind of misunderstanding or screw-up had occurred.  I 
just wanted to quickly extricate myself from the situation.  I opened 
the door again, and said, "No thank you - not tonight."  She stood 
there and did not move.  I pulled my wallet from my pocket and 
handed her 100 baht - about 3 dollars - and again declined and 
motioned her toward the door.  She again closed the door, and spoke 
sharply to the young girl that I had assumed was her daughter.  I 
could not understand the Thai that she spoke to the girl, but the 
girl just cringed and held her arms protectively in from of her.  
Again, she spoke sharply to the girl.  It was as if she had said 
"stick em up", because this time, the girl raised both of her arms 
straight up.  The woman grabbed the girl's dress and lifted it up 
over her head, and tossed it onto a chair.  The girl lowered her 
arms and stood motionless wearing only her panties and sandals.

The woman said, "Now you ok", opened the door and left.  I was left 
alone with the almost-naked girl.  Finally, the situation became 
clear to me.  This was the girl!  Mr. Hirata had sent me this 
pre-teen girl.  He had taken literally my "younger the better" 
request.  My immediate idea was that I must get this girl out of 
my room.  She couldn't be more that 11, I thought.  I looked at 
her carefully for the first time.  She was pretty; very, very 
pretty.  Obviously, she was not related to the stringy-haired older 
woman.  Using my limited Thai, I asked her name and age.

"Choo alai?  Ah you tao li?", I asked her.  Her name was Dang and 
she was 12 years old.  Was Dang truly my girl for the night or was 
this someone's mistake?  She reminded me so much of Janet, my 12 
year-old.  I was disgusted.  How could a man have sex with a child 
like this?   As I looked at her, she smiled broadly.  Did she know 
why she was here?  I sat on the bed and called her over.  Still 
smiling, she came and sat on my knee.  I was uncomfortable that she 
was wearing only panties  - it was so much like when my girls were 
younger.  Asking her name and age had exhausted my knowledge of Thai, 
and I soon learned that she knew no English.  I guess her job, if 
thats why she was really here, did not require language skills.  
It was hard to believe that this girl was here for sex.  I felt 
sorry for her, and I was afraid to touch her anyway.

The sooner I got her out of my room the better, I thought.  I lifted 
her off my knee, and set her on the bed.  I retrieved her dress from 
the chair and indicated using sign language that she was to put it 
back on.   She understood what I wanted, and immediately burst into 
tears.  She pushed the dress aside and put her hands together in 
front of her face in a begging posture.

I thought she would be happy that I would not try to abuse her.  But 
no; I guess she was afraid of punishment for displeasing me.  
Still crying, she stood up and quickly pulled off her panties; she 
sat next to me and put her hand between my legs.  I realized that I 
had an erection; she found it and started rubbing it.   Any doubts 
that I had about why this girl was in my room disappeared.  She 
seemed to know exactly why she was here, and how to proceed.

I realized that I would have to let her stay for awhile; I could 
not quickly send her away to be punished.  I removed her hand from 
my cock and began trying to talk to her again.  Although we could 
not communicate, she regained her good mood and there was much 
giggling.   She said something that I could not understand, and 
positioned one of the pillows in the middle of the bed and lay down.

When I spoke to her again, she smiled and spread her legs, as if to 
make room for me.  I looked at her.  Her body, her pussy was so 
tiny; she reminded me so much of my daughters.  Her legs were spread 
and her pussy had opened slightly; the inner lips were visible.  
I sat there speechless, still fully clothed.  She laughed and 
reached over and squeezed my cock which was now making a tent in 
my pants.

How many men have fucked this girl I wondered?  Could this girl take 
my cock completely inside her?  How old was she when her cherry was 
taken?  How big a cock had she taken?  Is this the first time she 
was sent to service a foreigner?  What was it like when she lost her 
cherry.  No doubt her cherry was sold to a rich merchant or government 
official.  Did that old woman that was here before hold her arms 
while the man pulled her panties off and then fucked her?  I wished 
that we shared a language so that I could ask her those questions.

What would it be like to touch her; to have a girl this young?  
I grabbed the other pillow and lay down beside her.  I looked into 
her eyes and put my hand on her pussy.  Rubbing her pussy produced 
an ear-to-ear grin on her face.  Did she really enjoy this or did 
she just want to please her customer.  Her pussy felt so nice - just 
like an adult woman, except completely hairless.  Other men had 
fucked her.  What harm would it do if I fucked her also?  That was 
why she was here.  The woman who brought her expected me to.  
She might be punished if she displeased me.

My attitude had changed from initial revulsion to  rationalization.  
I knew now that I was going to fuck her.  Fucking a 12 year-old girl 
is wrong - but she was willing and I might never have another chance 
I told myself.   I was still rubbing her pussy and licking her flat 
chest.  I was almost embarrassed to take the next step.  She rescued 
me by reaching over and fumbling with my belt buckle.  I removed my 
shoes, opened my buckle, removed my pants, shirt and undershirt.  
Wearing only my boxer underwear, my cock formed a large tent when I 
lay back down beside her.  Giggling, she tugged at my underwear.  I 
watched her face as I pulled off my underwear.  She was still 
smiling.  No doubt she had seen a lot of hard cocks before.  
My cock is about 6.5" erect.  We Americans believe that we have 
bigger cocks than the Asian men.  In any case she seemed to like 
my cock just fine and started stroking it.

I got up and grabbed a rubber from my shaving kit and put in on 
while Dang watched.  I got back on the bed between her legs, and 
she spread even wider and lifted her legs into the air.  When I 
pressed the head of my cock against her, it almost completely hid 
her pussy from view.  It was so tight and small. When I got between 
the lips and started rubbing it up and down, she began rolling her 
hips to help me get it into her.  The head went in and immediately 
I was half into her.  I started pumping slowly to get my cock 
lubricated.  She lifted her legs high into the air and after a few 
quick strokes, I was in to the hilt.  I put a hand under her ass and 
held her up to me as I fucked her.  So small and light; so tight; 
such a happy smile.

It ended in a fantastic climax for me, and I collapsed on top of her.  
I briefly dozed off, and then she was poking me in the ribs to wake 
me up.  I guess I was kind of heavy.

We both showered, and she put on her clothes.  Before she left I 
gave her a big tip and kissed her on the cheek.  I wished I knew 
enough Thai to ask her how I could contact her again.

The next day I met with Mr. Hirata and signed the contract for a 
million dollar MSG order.   Mr. Hirata arranged for me to fly back 
to Bangkok on his company plane, and to stay in the company suite 
at the Hyatt.  He asked me if I would like some female company 
during my stay at the Hyatt.  "Yes", I replied, "I would 
like one like the girl last night; exactly like the girl last night; 

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