“I think that was about the ‘breast’ place you could have kept it,” Steven replied.
Using his ultra pukka English barrister impression, Steven described Gunn’s conduct. “I do believe the witness was not telling the truth at the scene of the crime, m’lud. What’s the penalty for perjury? A jolly good thrashing? You must be a friend of Wupert’s.”
Steven had suspected as much immediately after Gunn had so efficiently topped Kronsky. But short of pulling every item of her clothing apart and searching every intimate orifice in her young body - when the war lord and his associates were travelling by express jeep through the jungles of the Golden Triangle anxious to murder them both - there was little he could do at the time. Since then, Gunn could have hidden the bank draft anywhere.
In her cultured, Oriental-flavoured voice, Gunn repeated the standard Patpong spiel, reversing the pitch so the girl was offering to pay the man for anticipated sexual services. “You strong, sexy man. I pay much money you go with me.”
“So you lost everything in the explosion when we all keeled over in the blast. You’ve got more tricks than a cage full of ling, (monkeys)” Steven said.
“Not call me ling,” Gunn protested, only half seriously.
“Ling poom, my monkey,” Steven insisted. “How much you pay I go with you?”
Gun stared at the small piece of paper she was holding.
“Before you say can put in offshore account so no one know who have,” she said, her grammatical understanding saying la gone, goodbye.
Steven nodded his head. “In Liechtenstein, close to Switzerland.”
“You think any government going to miss this money?” Gunn asked.
“They don’t know Kronsky’s dead and I’m not going to tell them. They’ll probably think he played his part and made himself scarce on purpose. Got a new identity so his partners in crime couldn’t locate him.”
Gunn shook her upper body like a go-go dancer, acting provocative and sexual.
“Kronsky won’t contradict us because dead men don’t tell tales. You made certain of that when you hit him with your handbag. Well, what was in your handbag. And as we managed to destroy the drug commissary which is what the money was being paid for, and as only you and I know what really happened because Rupert was halfway out of his mind at the time, I don’t think any government’s going to miss it. It’s already been accounted for in their books. Paid for covert action services which they must know by now have been fully executed.”
Gunn wiggled her hips, continuing to act seductively as Steven expanded upon his answer to her question.
“The explosion in the forest and the remains of a few dozen hill tribes’ tourists causing an obstruction along one of your country roads, must have advised the Thai authorities that something dramatic has happened. In any event, you’ve told Uncle Chang your version of what went on and by now he would have informed his associates in the appropriate ministry. They would automatically inform his counterparts in the British, Australian and American administrations. We can rely on them to do that as they’ll gain face from association with a successful operation, even though they had little or nothing to do with it personally.” Steven smiled. “That is Thailand for you. TIT.”
Virtually naked, Gunn managed to appear innocent looking as she took in Steven’s words.
“The overseas aid which Thai politicians and civil servants administer and probably share in by giving government contracts to brothers, uncles and cousins, will almost certainly continue due to Thailand’s assistance with the mission. Politicians in the West will probably increase it after the news.”
Gunn nodded her agreement.
“The Thai administration will be aware the heroin has been blown up and that a farang and a hasip hasip Thai girl had something to do with it. The grapevine works well in Thailand, you can’t keep anything a secret,” Steven added.
Apart from the contradiction of her almost naked body, Gunn was acting like an eager young student trying to absorb an important lecture in preparation for an exam. Steven picked up on the silent metaphor and paused for a moment, thinking he would be happy to examine her.
“But before the British government pays the balance of my fee, they’ll check my account of events against yours. So I suggest we get our stories straight right now.”
“Mai me ben ha, no problem,” Gunn replied.
“So I can trust you?” Steven enquired.
With an innocent look on her face, Gunn nodded her confirmation - that Steven could trust her.
“I almost believe you,” Steven said.
“But the draft for three hundred million is in Kronsky’s name,” Gunn stated, showing at least some knowledge of the obstacles likely to occur when attempting to liquidate a large sum of money made out in the name of a third party.
“I know exactly how to get around that,” Steven replied, unwilling to elaborate further or Gunn would no longer require his services. At least, not for the money.
Minus any further response from Gunn, Steven used the moment to ask a question of his own that had been on his mind for a while.
“Incidentally, I know this is really none of my business, but how much is your government paying you?”
Gunn looked coy.
“Classified information. But money not big in Thailand like farang get. Except for people like Uncle James Chang. He one of those really rich Thai people with Mercedes you talk about when wait to see elephant show.”
“Why am I not surprised,” Steven thought, realising that Gunn was endowed with the full measure of inscrutability which Oriental people were known to possess since time began; known by all who had come into contact with them any time, anywhere. But Gunn was half farang, which probably made her more tricky as it added European left-brain attributes to supplement the creative, right-brain qualities of her Oriental ancestry.
But right now Steven was so horny he could fuck a snake, and he hated snakes. Further, Gunn looked so attractive it might be worth the risk of getting to know her once again. That she was holding a bank draft for three hundred million dollars, added to her appeal. Steven couldn’t figure out who was conning who.
Gunn smiled sweetly and sidled up to her former farang lover in a coquettish fashion.
If this was another scam he might as well enjoy it, and utilising a technique learned in the back seats of cinemas as a young teenager a long time ago, with just two fingers of one hand Steven expertly unclipped Gunn’s bra.
Gunn’s small, velveteen breasts were like truffles to a pig. Or perhaps sushi to a gourmet? Whatever, Steven could not resist closing his mouth over one of her baby-sized nipples.
“I like,” Gunn confirmed.
“Nothing like getting to the point,” Steven thought as he manipulated Gunn’s nipple with teeth and tongue, massaging the other nipple between finger and thumb.
The infantile pursuit was clearly to Gunn’s taste and she pressed Steven’s head against her chest, silently urging him on.
Suddenly, Gunn pushed Steven away.
“What now, more tricks,” Steven thought. But Gunn merely wished to slip out of her semi-transparent bikini briefs.
Completely naked now, Gunn placed Steven’s hand onto her moist, vaginal entrance. Forcing his strong fingers inside her small, gossamer-soft opening, Gunn simultaneously pressed his thumb onto her budlike clitoris, compelling Steven to frig her off in two places at the same time.
Trembling in anticipation at what she intended to do next, Gunn placed her small fingers around Steven’s spectacularly erect member. Exploring a farang-sized penis with obvious relish, she almost squealed in delight.
Completely uninhibited, Gunn gently pushed Steven’s head down towards her midriff, manoeuvring her slim hips upward and forward until his face was almost touching her Mound of Venus.
Like a sexually excited puppy dog, Steven commenced lapping at Gunn’s little pussy. Puppy and pussy combined to make Gunn whimper like a virgin who is both frightened and excited
when her secret place is violated for the first time. Doggedly, puppy pressed on.
Almost sobbing, Gunn writhed and shook as she encouraged Steven to traverse every part of her apricotlike sexual organ with his lips and tongue. Like a gourmet, Steven tasted the juices, orally investigating his young partner’s fruit.
Gunn almost exploded as the pleasure Steven created almost drove her to dementia, and overwhelmed with sexual excitement, forced his sticky fingers inside her small anal passage.
“You must have seen ‘Last Tango in Paris’,” Steven said, quietly.
Gunn looked down as Steven half looked up, the incomprehension on her face confirming she had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
“The Marlon Brando movie,” Steven explained, his head just centimetres from Gunn’s pussy.
“Who is Marlon Brando?” Gunn asked, doubly confirming the generation gap.
“Mai belai krap (never mind),” Steven replied, the sweet smell of Gunn’s vaginal juices suggesting an explanation as to who Marlon Brando was and what a young girl did to him with a few ounces of butter in a movie, would be best left to another time.
Gunn made no effort to resist as Steven carefully pulled her legs apart and plated her from between the tight little cheeks of her boyishly small bottom, to the tip of her minute clitoral protrusion.
Tightening every muscle in her milk-coffee cast body as Steven slid his tongue along the childishly underdeveloped lips veiling the sides of her vaginal opening, manipulating deep within Gunn’s twin orifices with the fingers of both hands, a rush of hormonal elixirs oozed from her succulent little pussy into Steven’s mouth.
“I cum at last,” she announced, breathlessly. “First time for me.”
“You mean you were faking it before?” Steven asked, pausing only momentarily from his tongue’s main task - licking Gunn’s pussy.
“Like sex with Steven very much, but not have orgasm so good before. What you do now very special.” Gunn’s voice tailed off as she held Steven’s head and forced him to continue his cunnilingal opus.
Unable to endure any more, Gunn pushed Steven’s head away so that the carnal concert he was orally conducting on her libidinous instrument, might stop.
Pulling Steven’s head up towards her chest, Gunn allowed him to gain entry to the secret place which she so desperately wanted him to desecrate with his own private part.
Steven did not know whether Gunn had surrendered her heart to him or not, but every part of her infantile body was currently his.
[*] In almost every one of Big Arnie’s movies, he says: “I’ll be back.” Or as they say in Thailand, “Dooway poom krap mar.”
[**] Amongst the sycophantic classes seeking to mingle with the so-called upper bracket in the UK - the Royal Family their role-models - many seem to think a fake double-barrelled name and a ludicrous manner of speech would do the trick. But one had to be born into the set to really pull it off. The Elizabeth Hurley’s of the world might fool an American, but her North of England working-class roots would never pass muster amongst the real thing. So why do it? Insecurity of course. Albeit, inside and outside of the country the ‘royal family’ were generally considered to be a comical left over from the colonial era. So those seeking to pretend they were a part of that social set were almost certainly taking a backward step. People are funny.
[***] To well educated Oriental girls, ‘beaver’was just a small aquatic animal which built dams in North America. It had no other relevance regarding what Western women grew in abundance around, and often well above, their sexual organs. Aprimitive remnant from the past - where excess hair helped keep homo erectus warm in the harsh European winters - made many Western women look more like men than men. In Thailand, a lap job could be executed without getting hairs stuck between the teeth!
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Silently congratulating himself on how things had worked out, Steven contemplated the recent past. The mission had been dangerous but exciting, and had even helped the world at large. Best of all though, he had ended up with an exotic, beautiful young girl beneath him.
Despite the adverse comments Gunn had made about his age - and the fact that she did not know who Marlon Brando was, thereby designating him as a person of the past - Steven knew he still had something going for him. But as his erection increased, a note of humility and doubt disturbed his concentration. Could it be possible that Gunn had subtly supervised the scenario and was manipulating him?
“Fuck it,” Steven thought, and he was. But had he been screwed in more ways than the manner in which Gunn was currently using his body? Perhaps there was more to the opposite sex than he had previously considered.
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“He’s a great fuck even though he is old enough to be my father. But it’s not as if he looks a hundred or anything. Harrison Ford and Richard Gere are even older, so there are precedents,” Gunn thought, as Steven pleasured her body in a way she had never previously experienced.
“It’s strange that men appeared to think themselves superior,” Gunn thought’s added, as Steven thrust his penis erectus in and out of her hasip hasip, adolescentproportioned sexual part, simultaneously masturbating her anal passage with his love-juice-sodden-fingers.
As Steven continued to fuck her with all the tools at his disposal, Gunn’s mind continued to meander along the highway of contradictions which both Western and Asian men displayed.
“Lord Buddha allowed women to take an equal role in society, and he was a man. But men aren’t exactly Buddhas. The ones which come close are monks, and they don’t let women touch them at all. So I guess Steven will have to do for a while. I’ll try and guide him so he doesn’t give me too much of a hard time. Other than what he’s doing right now of course. I guess men have their uses.”
Meditating on the financial aspects of their relationship, Gunn realised that Steven could be of use in ways other than those which he was currently demonstrating. With his knowledge of international banking, offshore accounts and the like, Steven would be able to anonymously liquidate Kronsky’s three hundred million as conclusively as she had liquidated Kronsky. Also, a man with big money was less conspicuous than a woman with big money. Yes, men had their uses in more ways than one. She would therefore allow Steven to keep half. As to her share, she would give part to the temple and keep the rest for what her English father had called ‘a rainy day’.
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Steven hit the spot and Gunn moaned with pleasure as he commenced bringing her to climax for the second time. Although enjoying his performance, Gunn eventually controlled her emotions enough to ask a question. “Tilak, darling, where you say Liechtenstein is?”
“Close to Switzerland, where people go skiing,” Steven replied between deep breaths and pulsating pelvic thrusts.
Gunn almost purred as Steven sexually assaulted both of her forbidden places. But as he continued to thrill and excite Gunn’s sphincter nerve on both sides of its sensitive surfaces - the fine membrane separating her infantile vaginal passage from her anal one, penis at the front door sticky fingers at the rear - Gunn’s mind wandered again.
“Steven.” Gunn’s voice only half-registered in Steven’s brain as he commenced orgasm himself, his unusually erect secret-agent ejaculating a two-week backlog of semen inside his young partner’s silken sexual part.
“Steven.” Gunn restarted her sentence then stopped as, with her silent approval, Steven continued to violate her private orifices with all the tools at his disposal. Regaining control, Gunn again tried to reclaim her farang lover’s attention.
“Steven.” Gunn’s train of thought was lost once more as she commenced orgasm for the third time.
“This is fantastic,” she said, as her own and her lover’s bodily fluids danced in mutually pleasurable concourse as deep inside an Oriental pussy as a farang- sized penis could penetrate.
“Push your finger
s up inside my butt end again,” Gunn ordered. “I was never laid both ends at the same time before. Where did you learn to do this?”
“It was hard, took a lot of practise,” Steven replied as his dick shot its load inside his young Eurasian lover with the firepower and accuracy of an intercontinental ballistic missile.
“Steven.”
Gunn returned to the thought she’d had before Steven interrupted her verbal gambit by shooting his whiter than white seminal fluid inside her soft little peepee.
“Steven.”
Slightly more in control this time, Gunn managed to get something out. “If I let you fuck me three times a day every day for ever, will you take me to Liechtenstein and Switzerland?”
Before he could reply, Gunn cried out again as Steven jerked inside her juvenile opening with his monumentally erect member.
“Why?” Steven eventually enquired as his rock hard abdominal muscles almost crushed Gunn’s slim frame, his need for deeper penetration dominating his psyche.
“It’s so good,” Gunn said as she lay back and metaphorically drowned in her own sexual juices.
Steven allowed himself a moment of male pride, silently pleased he had not lost his sexual prowess.
“It’s as if a passion that has lain trapped and dormant inside me for the whole of my life ,has just fluttered to freedom like a bird of paradise leaving the nest for the very first time.”
“That was beautiful,” Steven said as he strained to extend his young lover’s pleasure, continuing to explore both of her prurient passages.
“Chan luk poom macma,” I love you very much, Gunn whispered as Steven pressed deep inside her vaginal entrance.
“Arai?” Steven asked, pleased he had not lost his personal appeal.
“Farang ding dong very big and thick. I like very much,” Gunn stated, demonstrating a certain lack of self-consciousness when it came to carnal conversations.
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