Message-ID: <24715asstr$961132266@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000615215310.97454.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Lucian Benway" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} TEONETTE'S THAI TRYST PART 2 (FFF, Asian) Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 01:11:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, gill-bates, kelly, Vulpine TEONETTE'S THAI TRYST PART 2 by Lucien Benway As the first rays of the blazing Bangkok sunrise cut through the Palm Hotel's fourth floor windows and across Teonette Parker's nude, still-sleeping form, a sudden urge invaded her uncluttered dreams and returned her to the physical world. Unconsciously, she began to reach out for Su, her cute Chinese conquest of the previous night. As her husband had already left to commence performance of the surgery that would encompass his next 22 hours, no one was present to see the sweat-slicked Phillipine wife writhing on the large, vacant bed, reaching and pleading in a whisper... "Su...mmmmmmmm..I need it..." With that, she rolled onto her back and began to lick her plump, dark lips while moving her hands lower and lower...Now semi-awake, the island beauty embarked on a deliberate attempt to assuage the vicious lust inside. Imagining the young Asian prostitute's perfect touch, Teonette lifted one of her soft, full breasts upward and started teasing an erect chocolate bud with her own tongue. Meanwhile, the fingers of the other hand danced over her eager vulva in slow, sexy motions.... "Aahaaaaahaaaaaaahaaaah." Spraying her thick, plentiful nectar across lily-white bedding, Teonette howled in desperate release, only to feel the craving well up again. It was too much. "Damn," she cursed, frustrated in more ways than one, "I'd better get these sheets changed before Solange gets here..." Solange Valery, a young French heiress whose husband was an acquaintance of Laurence's, had invited the beautiful Mrs. Parker to breakfast when they had bumped into one another in the lobby at 1 a.m. that morning. At the time, the Frenchwoman had been drunk and heading to a party, while Teonette was just making it in from her evening at Darling's. It was now almost 10:00, and Teonette seriously began to doubt whether her new-found compatriot would make it...Suddenly, a sharp rap at the door left no time for thought. Instinctively, Teonette slid on a blue silk teddy that had been lying on the floor and turned the brass knob rightward... Solange stood in the doorway, smoking a thin brown cigarette. She wore a shining, scandalously short pink skirt and had radiant golden-brown hair that was elaborately pushed up and bound by a white ribbon. Wooden platforms elevated her willowy five foot frame by slight measure. She was beautiful. Her flawless, ivory-white skin provided perfect contrast to the deep dark pools that were her eyes, periodically fanned by long, fluttery lashes and bordered by dark circles... "Mesdames?" "Oh, sorry" countered Teonette, snapping out of a momentary trance while still keeping a lascivious eye on the younger woman's unrestrained mammary delights, bouncing prodigiously from even the slightest motion. "I know I look terrible." Glancing to a mirror on the side wall, Teonette took note of her own appearence: Wild, bed-traumatized hair stuck out in several places, and her lips bore slight patches of dried purple lipstick. "Oh, no, no my dear...you look lov-ely, love-ely." replied Solange in her thick, Francophone accent, looking almost distressed at the implication. "Well," said Teonette, "I'd better get changed." Gathering some clothes from her temporary wardrobe, she felt curiously unashamed of performing her normally judicious selection of underwear in front of the guest. "What do you think?" she wondered aloud, holding up a pair of crimson panties. "Love-ely, Love-ely" gushed Solange, putting her cigarette out on an unused ashtry atop the nightstand. Out of nowhere, she erupted in a fit of giggling. "What is it" beamed the Asian woman, feeling her spirits lifted... "It seems yuve had a, oh how they say, acc-i-dent" managed Solange, flicking her wrist limply toward the bed. The bed. Teonette remembered in horror that she had forgotten to dispose of the stained linen. Looking onto a still-standing puddle of girl cum, the Filipina felt her face growing hot. She arched her neck to speak, but found herself mute. "Itz, how you say, O-K," assured the French beauty, stepping toward the ooze. "Actually, I've never tazted a Orien-tal girl, though I think them to be zooo ze-xy." Dabbing a slim finger into the mess, Solange made sure to procure enough moisture before bringing the dripping pointer to her pouty mouth. Teonette stood, stunned, as the French girl sucked it down while purring like a satisfied feline. Then, motioning for Teonette to come, Solange pulled off her dress to reveal a deliciously petite, snow-white frame. Her breasts were slightly heavier in proportion than Teonette's and crowned with soft, rose-colored nipples. A dense jungle of wavy, amber pubic hair grew beneath a tight, graceful stomach seemingly sculpted from marble. Before she even knew it, Teonette was sitting on the edge of the bed, trading gentle kisses with her unclothed friend, reaching out to run her pigmented hands across the younger woman's ghostly supple skin, squeezing her fleshy white spheres. As she did, Solange eased her new and willing lover out of the skimpy lingerie and back across the mattress. Letting her able hands roam freely over Teonette's exotic brown flesh, Solange was enthralled by how horny her "Oriental" really was. Sighing and humming with every little touch, she was irresistable. "Zee how good you tazte?" she asked Teonette while filling the Filipina's appreciative mouth with a sample of her own sweetness, freshly culled from the bedding... "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" concurred the muffled Asian wife, helpless again. "I n-need a shower first," she begged, "I'm so dirty." "But I like it zat way," hissed Solange wickedly, darting her tongue in patterns on Teonette's salty neck... "More" she gasped... Pulling Teonette onto the floor and resting her head on a satin pillow taken from the bed, the French woman drank in the Far Eastern beauty lying before her. Letting Teonette's full, shaded lips tighten around her thin, pink ones, she lovingly ran her girlish fingers through the Asian's black, silken tresses. Then, breaking the torrid lip embrace, the brunette slid over and reached for a succulent ankle. Lifting a tiny, copper-skinned foot to her mouth, Solange proceeded to suckle each toe with erotic precision. For Teonette, the feeling was of electricity racing through every limb, causing convulsions of passion to overtake her completely. But before she could come, Solange shifted her attentions to the Phillipine wife's inviting thighs, kissing and licking while simultaneously sliding a finger into Teonette's wet, purple love trough. As the motion of Teonette's burning body accelerated to an urgent, rocking pace, Solange began to violently press her slave's passion button, moving her free hand up to pinch a swelled, heaving breast... "A--A--A--Ayeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Wasting no time, Solange lapped Teonette's flooded pussy clean, considering some truth in an old rumor regarding the tanginess of Oriental poon. Afterwards, she brought the Filipina up to sit in her damp lap...Finessed, tropical colored legs wrapping around her French vanilla sides. Delicately, the two women kissed, allowing their taut, erect nipples to brush in tiny snatches of ecstacy. Soon, they were desperately frigging one another's clits, each jealously breaking the motions of sex to suck her juice off the other's dripping fingers...."Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" groaned Teonette, amazing her partner with the sheer suction capability of those mysterious, plentiful lips.... "E-Excuse me..." The tangled women froze. In the midst of their spontaneous passion, they had not noticed the maid enter through the slightly ajar door. The girl was a beautiful Thai of perhaps seventeen, golden-skinned with well-defined cheekbones and long hair braided in two thick pigtails. She wore a tight, powder-blue dress made of a thin material that betrayed both her well-developed breasts and momentarily stimulated nipples. Now recovered from the initial shock of being intruded upon, Solange spoke a few phrases to the servant--who had used up her two-word comprehension of English--in rapid-fire Thai, provoking laughter. Teonette, meanwhile, listened attentively as the girl pointed at her and remarked in an exaggerated, naughty tone. "She zays you are beau-ti-ful," clarified Solange, kneading the Asian woman's sweaty caramel torso. Then, leaning in for a quick kiss, the French woman whispered hungrily, "Zhe want to m'ke love with you." Cued to action, Teonette gently reached up to pull the slightly blushing doll down between them, facing her. A small, plastic name tag read simply "NGOC" and wavered loosely as the girl descended into a juxtaposing clash of dark and light womanflesh seated on the floor. Despite her flamboyant overtures, Ngoc had never been this close to a naked woman before, and the musty smell drifting from between Teonette's open legs--combined with the feeling of Solange's tiny but agile hands cupping her breasts--was bringing out desires she never knew existed within. Closing her eyes, she felt Teonette's talented tongue rim her lips, suck her chin, then burrow into her mouth as she surrendered to the two strangers all control over her body... "Give me your pretty pussy." managed Teonette, gulping. Not understanding a word of the Filipina's strange idiom, Ngoc nonetheless complied to what she could understand as some sort of command and reclined so that the back of her her head rested in Solange's juicy bush. Teonette pulled off Ngoc's sandals and nimbly undid the buttons of her cheap dress, casting the garment aside to gaze devilishly upon the object of her want: totally bare except for a tiny gold chain and cross around her neck, breathing rapidly, quietly mumbling to herself in Thai. Her yellowish complexion reflected a light coating of persperation that glistened on her gracious mounds, topped by stiff brown nubs. Groaning, Teonette thrust herself atop the younger Oriental, squashing their bodies together, and was nearly driven mad by the feeling of her bountiful globes mashed into another, equally alluring pair. As Ngoc dug a calculated finger into the Phillipine woman's puckered back door, a premature orgasm shook them both, and the Thai felt her swimming head give way to the plush carpet. Suddenly, Solange's creamy thighs straddled her head, inundating the totality of her senses with the odor and feel of wet, perfumed pussy. Instinctively, Ngoc began to slurp the brunette's welling tear in a heat wave of loud, famished lust. In response, she could hear Solange's impassioned yelps demanding more of her in their harsh pitch. Meanwhile, Teonette had begun to methodically lick her from pussy to anus, grunting "Ngh, Ngh," as her perfect button nose nudged the maid's overgrown, spilling gash between laps. Solange came exquisitely, riding a tidal wave to shore, bucking and grinding her drowning cunt into Ngoc's cute face, clamping painted fingernails tightly around her blood-engorged teats so that they reddened further...Rolling her eyes back into her head, her swirled up hair bouncing, "M-m-madamoiselle-oooh-oh-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...." A river of love juice luxuriously cascaded over Ngoc's eyes, nose, and mouth--still licking furiously. No sooner had Solange relinquished her position than Teonette slithered over top of the Thai girl again, finishing off the oral pleasuring in which she had been engaged with a single, two-fingered stroke, entreating the maid's soft form to spasm harshly. Efficiently and eagerly cleaning Solange's come from Ngoc's cheeks and brow, Teonette stalled to passionately French the teen, allowing the tastes of three women to flow between them. Looking over at Solange, now vigorously satisfying herself in a corner chair, Teonette sexily mouthed the words "watch us"... Using the film of sweat between them to slide together, the two Asians gave in to their deepest, most animalistic urges, communicating through coarse, primitive grunts as their hands and mouths moved at their own volition... Laying the Phillipine wife face down on the bed, the pretty Thai girl forced the older woman's laquered ass cheeks open and thrust a sharp tongue into Teonette's tight anus while brutally spanking her... "Hit me--aaaaaah, do it-you f-fucking b-bi-ooooh..bitch.." Soon, Solange joined in again, riding Teonette's oily back as the ravishment continued. Rubbing her still unquenched sex and throbbing breasts along the ridges of the Filipina's spine, she moved to her brown lover's ear and began to softly sing a French lulluby, its cadences broken only by Ngoc's loud slaps...In no time, Teonette was asleep.... 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