There are lots of illigal immigration workers in Thailand, who come from neighboring countries, such as Cambodia, Laos and Burma. Men, women, boys and girls cross the border and search for work in Thailand, which has a lot more jobs available, than back in their home countries. The men and older women find jobs in factories or farms, while the younger girls try to work as maids in houses. This is a story about one of my maid, who is from Cambodia, whose name is Anne (of course not her real name). She's been working in my house for very long time. Almost 5 years. At first, it was more like I was taking care of her, more than she was working for me because she was too young. But over time, she learned how to clean and do the laundry, and once the house had some use for her, she could stay in the house... as a maid. My wife was the one who did all the training, and I rarely spoke to her, but sometimes I would talk to her in small chats, as it was quite natural for someone living in the same house. She was quite skinny, but she wasn't bony... her shorts were always a bit too loose because her thighs were very lean. Sometimes I could peep through the loose shorts and see her underwear. I knew almost all the underwears she wore, because she wasn't shy about drying them out in the front yard, where the sunlight was the best. Sometimes I would look at the panties on the laundry rack and get a small boner, thinking about what they must've been covering. But unlike her personal laundry drying habit, she was a very shy girl. She never spoke to me first, unless I spoke to her first. And she always tried to avoid me being together in the same room when my wife wasn't also in the same room. It was as if she could sense the dirty thoughts I had for her, even if I never showed it. One morning, my wife took the children to her mother's house, and left me home alone, and told me that she won't be back until very late. She said Anne will cook me my dinner, and with that, she left the house. It wasn't the first time I was left home alone with Anne. I spent the early afternoon playing guitar and watching TV. The whole day went by so quietly. No phones... no visitors... When it started to get dark, I got hungry, and remembered my wife telling me that Anne was to cook the dinner, so I started to look for her, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I suddenely realized that the house was extremely quiet. Usually my house is very noisy because of the children, but today, their absence was clearly felt. I wanted to shout her name, but I didn't want to break the silence, so I just walked around the house, aimlessly searching for Anne. After searching the whole house but couldn't find her, I went to her room, because I had not yet looked at her room. Her door was open, and she was sleeping on the bed. All the quietness must've made her feel relaxed. I didn't mean to go in, but I found myself sitting on the corner of her bed, looking at the girl who was sleeping on her side, hugging a pillow. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. I was suprised to see that she had very good shape. Her legs were straight and long, her skin was oily and healthy. I saw her sleeping face and she was pretty. Suddenly I felt a bulge, rising under my pants. Quietly I sat there, and examined the legs that here carelessly spread in a precarious position that allowed me a peep into the space between of her thighs, and suprisingly I did not see her underwear, but I saw something that I thought was her pussy. My dick was now fully grown, and pulsating in my pants. I moved carefully around the bed, to get the better angle, and closer view of it, and .... It was exactly what I thought it was, but only prettier. My dick was now suffocating in my pants. I had to be releaseed. I dipped my hand under my pants and grabbed my dick. And slowly jerked it, while I took another good look at the space between her smooth thighs. She was so heavily in her sleep, I was only growing braver. I daringly grabbed her shorts, and pulled it down slowly, to reveal the hidden gem, and the soft hair around it was a fantastic sight to behold. My dick surely would have exploded, had I not stopped jerking it. Then suddenly, she flipped and layed on her back, and opened her eyes. She saw me, and she hurrily tried to get up, but couldn't because her shorts where pulled down to her knees, and she fell back on her back, with her hands covering her pussy. I was afraid she might screem, so I quickly put my hand over her mouth, and whispered, "Don't be alarmed." And she listened. For a brief second, she tried to undo my hand, but quickly she gave in. She looked frieghtened at first, but soon she looked excited. I said, "I'm not going to tell anyone, if you don't tell anyone." She didn't reply, but she gave me a very slight nod of her head. And with that, I removed my hand from her mouth and kissed her on her lips. She flexed all the muscles on her body, then she released. She eased up on me, and I was now feeling her pussy with my hand... I raised her T shirt to reveal her small breasts, and licked on the nipples and it made her to twist her body as if she was being tortured. I continued to lick them while at the same time intruding her pussy with my finger. Her young flexible body arched like a bridge, then she eagerly pushed her pelvic bones towards my hand, deepening the intrution of my fingers into her. Soon it was wet, and we were ready to fuck. The soft hair on her pussy was almost invisible. My huge dick seemed too big at first, but slowly it disappeared, inch by inch, until she let out a small scream and tried to push away from the direction of my intruding dick. And that's when I slowly removed my meat from her vagina, and when it was completely out, she pushed herself towards it again, making it a perpetual motion. Slowly going in... and slowly coming out... we repeated this over the next half an hour... we didn't make big, strong moves, we just tried to feel each other with our dick and pussy. At first, I could only push half of my dick in her tiny pussy, but she was always making it go deeper and deeper with each passing stroke. And before I knew it, she had pushed herself all the way in, wrapping all of my dick with her tight but flexible pussy. I held my dick at the deepest part of her hole, and when I couldn't take it anymore and it got too much to hold, I thrusted in another inch with a hard push and with that, I unloaded a huge cum in her hole. My cum spewed out of her tightly plugged hole.... and we watched it drip down to her ass... and onto the bed sheet. I must've orgasmed for at least ten seconds. Convulsion after convulsion, I had spit out enormous amount of cum into her tiny hole. And once I was finished ejeculating, I slowly pulled out of her tight hole, and when my dick had finally came out, a gush of white fluid emptied from her freshly fucked red pussy, making an enormously hot scene, in which we were the actor and the actress... I went to my room and took a long bath, and Anne went downstairs to cook me a dinner. My wife and kids came home very late, and they quickly fell asleep, due to all the activities they had done during the day. As for me, I sneaked to Anne's room in the middle of the night, and we fucked two more times, before I returned to my room, where my wife was still fast asleep. From this day, we've been a very good fuck buddies, me and Anne. My wife doesn't know a thing because we didn't act any suspiciously when she was around, but everytime we were left alone, we would fuck like mad people all over the house... -- * This is a STORY. FICTION.
Not Mexican. She's Cambodian. Have you read the story yet? Read the fucking story. Then tell me what you think.
I think you probably could dude there are tons of people that read this kind of stuff, They are called "romantic novels" or something like that.
@CGrass Good story bro.. Well written and it kept me interested.. 3/4's into it I flipped over to redtube then came back to read the rest lmao. @madmax Flame fail.
Aw man... that is nice to hear... my story did its job. (and thanks for being frank about it.) Thanks for two things. 1. Thanks for reading it. 2. Thanks for 'redtube'. It will be my new source of porn. I've never heard of it before until you mentioned it.
My post did it's job... Spreading more fap one post at a time.. jk <thread hijack> But you've never heard of redtube? It's a good source but a fellow blade posted this: http://forum.grasscity.com/pandoras-box/775499-best-porn-site-ever.html Fucking awesome. </thread hijack> But back to the topic.. Someone here mentioned "romantic novels" that middle aged women read.. You def. have potential to make a little money there, however those books arent completely full of storys like this one but rather a little here and there. What you wrote here reminds me of a penthouse fantasy letter.. I wonder if they buy those? It's worth looking into. Sex sells... I use to work at a porn store and this drunk guy drove there with a bare rim on his car just to get a video.
I have never read a romantic novel because there is a lot more to them than this but if they were all straight to the point like this story was I would check them out.
Thanks for the kind encouragement. I'm not seriously looking to make money from writing these... it's just a way of... releasing my sexual frustration. I've spent half of the afternoon, looking for porns that will get me horny enough to get my lazy ass off the chair and go jack off, but I haven't been able to find any. So I said fuck it, I'm making a porn myself and wrote this story.
How much is real, and how much is fantasy? -- If I write a REALLY fucked up sex story, does that say anything about my mental health? -- For example, if a writer writes a fiction about murder... does that mean the writer is a potential murderer because he can think and even write about a murder? -- Or if I write a 'rape sex' story... will you think of me as a rapist?
This story seemed possible. But if you were to right a messed up story I don't think it would make you messed up but why would you want to. Writing a story about crazy shit doesn't make you crazy though, humans by nature have very vivid imaginations. But if you wrote a story about alien-donkey rape I probably wouldn't read it... unless it was funny.
For example incest story. What if I wrote an incest story? Father daughter, sister brother, uncle niece kind of stuff. The stuff you see on porn websites' headings to attract your attentions... Is the writer completely insured under the pen?