Condensed Milk

Condensed Milk

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Stuck in a hotel in Phnom Penh, where a local freelance girl rocked my world.

Summary

Stuck in a hotel in Phnom Penh, where a local freelance girl rocked my world.

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Submitted: March 18, 2015

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Submitted: March 18, 2015

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I was stuck in The Flamingo Hotel in Phnom Penh waiting on my American bank to send me a replacement debit card,so I could get cash from ATM's. The wait would be nearly a month long.

The rare times I was actually able to reach "customer service" reps, (at fucking midnight local time) they were arrogant ass hats, and If I could have reached through the phone line I would have smashed some faces. Yes, I was irate at their attitudes, the lies,the games and run-around bullshit.

They dragged their feet for weeks,in their smug little cubicles somewhere in Idaho or wherever, while I was paying $25 per day at the hotel.It seems cheap to westerners, but when you live here long term, and know relative and actual costs of living,you discover that it's not.

The costs to stay,eat,etc.were adding up, and money was running out. I chose that hotel because I wanted to be in an easy to find location for the parcel delivery service,so they couldn't FUCK THAT up. I tried to make things easy for them,while they made life difficult and aggravating for me.

Other than the infuriating bankster bullshit, things were rather nice at the popular hotel. It was off season,so, not overly busy. My room was modest, with a glorious, comfortable king size bed,red velvet curtains,a cable TV, mini fridge and a bathroom decorated in black and white tiles.

Downstairs featured the usual reception desk with round clocks mounted high up on the wall near photos of the royal family. They showed the current times in Tokyo, New York, Beijing and London. The lobby was adorned with large,beautiful polished solid wood furniture carved into dragons and tea gardens.

On the other side of a wooden and ivy wall, sat a bar, a few pool tables,a small dead restaurant and a few TVs mounted on the walls usually set on Khmer music video channels. The bartenders were lovely young Khmer girls, and they were bored most hours of the day and night during low seasons.

There were four of them,and they couldn't pronounce Mel,my name.They called me Mee-o or E-mail. Anyway, one night as I was nursing some whiskey-cokes, a group of 4 Khmer girls walked in off the street and started playing pool. One of them seemed to be the leader. She verbally snipped at the others when they blew a shot or said something goofy.

All the girls were lovely, but my attention was drawn to their rebel leader. She wore peach colored shorts, a white sleeveless blouse, had dark brown skin, lipstick, a nice body and a cute blast of a laugh. "Hee-hee-ha-ha-ho," she'd bellow, when someone blew a shot.

She seemed to be the oldest of the group, maybe around 25, and she was funny, strutting around, making faces,etc. I turned my stool to watch them, and rebel leader smiled at me. After a game ended, and she was victorious, she motioned for me to come and play with her.

She was a skilled player,and handily beat me with a hearty "Hee-hee-ha-haa," and high fives to her pals.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Maria,and you?"

"Mel."

"Mayo?"

"Mel."

Milk?"

"Um, yeah, ok, can I buy you a drink?"

"Yes," and soon we clinked glasses. I said "Jol Kah Muay," which means good luck.

She replied, "Joy muay" which means "I want to fuck you." Ok, so she was a freelancer.

Usually,I would have made some excuse already to get out of these come-ons, but there was something about Maria. It was her boldness, her funny,sexy smile and her tight petite body. Khmer girls have several names. Most birth names are very long,and difficult to pronounce,so they give themselves shorter,sometimes western names.

Maria. I liked her. Plus, my balls were backed up from lack of sex. We sipped and chatted. Her English was adequate. I didn't have a lot of money to spare, but I hadn't been laid in many weeks,so I decided to try to negotiate something I could afford. She agreed to my offer, and with a few words, her friends disappeared,and we were in the elevator.

As soon as the doors closed,she turned to face me and we kissed. She tasted like lipstick,vodka, and a tinge of sweat. The night was hot and humid, but inside the elevator,the air conditioning felt great.

Suddenly, her hand lurched and pushed the stop button. Ha, this chick was a true romantic! I could see our reflections in the silver metal walls and immediately my cock was creating air conditioned space in my walking shorts. You see, I rarely wear boxers, as I prefer the freedom. I looked around for a CCTV camera, but found none.

Maria unzipped, and out came the cock o' the walk. My face in the reflection was comical. I was having a wordless conversation with myself.The expression seemed to say "Yeah, I know...can you believe this?" Down slid Maria onto the carpeted floor and my hands were stroking the back of her soft hair.

She took my shaft,lifting it and licked at the under side, sending blood rushing to my head. She giggled, and licked again,getting an immediate, hissing, eyeball rolling reaction from me, and then "Ooomed," as she slid my cock into her wine colored lips.

"Please don't come," I begged my reflection in the wall. "Oom,Oom,Oom." Maria, the rebel leader, obviously had skills. She was bold, fun loving and genuinely horny.What more could I ask for? Some pay-for-play girls are mechanical, and all about getting the dough and getting on with their lives,but every now and then I was lucky.

I held Maria's cheeks in my hands as she took my man root.

"Fuck my mouth," she quipped, and I obeyed. "Oom,oom,oom."

Every fiber in my body was eager now. Shit!...I heard the sounds of muffled voices below. We had to take the party elsewhere,so I pushed the button,and we arrived on the correct floor. I tried to keep my cock under some kind of control. Anyway, there were no people as we walked,trying to stifle giggles.

We left footwear at the door and entered the room, where, I pulled the red velvet curtains, and Maria jumped onto the bed, giggling. I joined her and we kissed.

"You k-daw thom," she smiled, raising eyebrows for a second.

It means big dick. I think I'm fairly good sized, but I also know it's part of the talk of the trade.

After a shower, she stood at the bathroom door drying her shiny,golden brown body, and sang a Khmer song. She seized my admiring eyes,as they honed in on her freshly shaven pussy mound, and smiled. Maria was proud of her body. I wanted to taste her.

I followed her every move with hungry eyes,as she wiped her feet on the rug, jumped onto the bed and began posing.

"You take picture?"

"Yes!"

I quickly found my sports bag,unzipped it and took out my point and shoot, and suddenly I was a porn producer/director. What an actress! Maria was loving this as much as I was.

"Ooh,yeah,that's good,baby!" Click...click.

The red velvet curtains made a beautiful backdrop for my superstar. Behind those red curtains,the windows were open. It was a typical sweltering night,and I didn't have an air con room,just a fan. The building next door was only 2 or 3 meters away. They must have been used to hearing the sounds of passion coming from this foreigner infested hotel.

Just another night in the "kingdom of wonder." I was still clean, having showered a bit earlier. Maria was a natural performer,and couldn't stop smiling as she opened her small pussy lips, or bent over,or lay on her back,pulling her knees up to her small,perky breasts.

My cock was persistent and hostile. It raged and oozed pre-cum juices onto my cargo shorts. Finally, I got naked and could wait no more.

"My boyyy!" she exclaimed, pointing at me with a grin.

"My Boy" is the brand name of a popular,condensed milk product in Cambodia. She was going to get some condensed milk, alright. I had Maria pull her knees up like in the photo I'd just taken of her,and I paused, feeling my face hot as Satan's. My nose,lips and cheeks roamed the lovely terrain of her tight butt cheeks.

I inhaled lightly as I moved toward her now protruding pussy lips, and right at the entrance was a single cream colored mini pearl... an old friend in San Diego used to call it "girl-goo." Ok, you can stop laughing. It's delicious,and I'd love to add it to my morning coffee, but that's just me. It's raw, it's nature,and I'm an ape.

Maria was a surprise that changed me from angry bank customer to "her boy." Right now her boy was teasing and kissing with tiny mu..mu..mu's. and I didn't disturb the beautiful pearl near her entrance. Instead, I kissed her clit and then sucked it with lips and teeth from it's little hoody.

She yelped, and then stretched her legs,still holding them together, and straight up, while I ran my tongue from her butt cheek up,up, to her calf,then up to her ankle. I repeated with her other leg, and then had to taste that little pearl,and I licked it off,swallowed,and then lapped away from her tight ass to her clit.

While I diddled her ass, and tongue-fucked it,Maria's middle and third fingers were manipulating her clit, first slowly,then furiously. Now I relaxed my tongue,allowing it to expand every taste bud,as it moved like a slow motion slug around her ass,while watching her fingers dance and tug at her clit.

Next, I replaced her fingers with my tongue and her head pushed back. Now the smiles had turned to that beautiful and precious look of ecstasy. I hoped she was forgetting the horrors of life as a freelancer in a developing country. But, there is a joy in Khmer people that astounds westerners.

That love of life transcends the agonies of Cambodia's recent history, and it blows our minds. We could learn much from them. Truly. I got on my knees, grabbed her ankles and opened her in front of me. My cock was threatening to disengage and slap me in the face, so I entered Maria slowly,deliciously, watching her every nuance as I slid-id---id into her.

"Oooooooh!" she said, and my eyes were on hers.

The ride was like... sliding into the leather backseat of a 1959 Cadillac. My body was impatient now,and switched into high gear. I went deep and hard,and Maria's eyes were slits. Then back to slowwwww. I took her feet,one by one and licked between her toes. "Eeeh," she chirped.

I pumped deep and hard again... "Wham!...OOF!..wham!"

"Yeah,my BOYYY!"

My balls were beyond overflow,and the time was running out, as I told her to flip over and positioned her into doggy mode. God,yes! This was going to send me into the stratosphere, after the fantastic foreplay which started in the elevator. I pumped her hard now and neared the inevitable.

"I'm gon-na cum!" and I pulled out.

"Where you want me to cum, baby?"

She didn't answer,but flipped onto her butt,opening her legs and massaged her clit. I moved on my knees to get closer.Two seconds later, it was an unstoppable force.

It shot from the core of my soul hitting her with an audible sptt! on her chin,then shoulder blade,then onto her small breasts,dripping and hanging from one of her perky eraser nipples. "My Boy's" condensed milk contrasted nicely against her lovely brown skin, as I trembled and convulsed.

"Ughhh !"

Six or seven splats painted her wild,young body. She grinned, observing the hot sticky celebration on her soft skin. It was a real smile, not a polite one. The kind of smile that communicated something simple and yet deep. It told me she enjoyed our romp as much as I did, and that it's not ALWAYS about the money. I definitely wanted to see this sunshiny girl again.

After showers, she put her number in my phone, I slipped the money into her shorts pocket. No words were spoken, and then she opened the mini fridge.

She grabbed a banana from the bunch I'd bought earlier. Still, there was that down to earth smile, and her general cheerfulness. A twinge of sadness tugged at me, as I watched her leaving traces of fresh maroon lipstick on the banana.

I didn't want her to leave. Come on, man, be realistic, I thought. Sometimes I hated that fucking voice in my head. Then An idea flashed. (Next time,Mel...next time.)


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