Editor's Note: Over the next little while I am going to share some stories told to me by a girl I met in 2017 at a bar in Koh Pha-ngan, an island in the Gulf of Thailand just north of Koh Samui. Koh Pha-ngan is famous for its Full Moon Party with attracts upwards of 20,000 party-goers, sometimes more, every month. I met her in a bar on the outskirts of Thongsala, persuaded her to leave the bar and travel Thailand with me from Surat Thani to Hua Hin and on to Chiang Mai. In that time, I got her to share some of her stories. These are her stories, and my understanding of them. I remain in touch with her to this day.
Question: Do you recall any really bad customers?
Answer: There were a few. There were so many in the second month that I quit the bar to go work for three months as a maid at a resort in Koh Tao, an island just north of Koh Pha-gnan.
One customer got pleasure from hurting me. I think he was Spanish or something. He spoke English with an accent I had never heard before. While he was in the bar, he seemed polite enough. When we got back to his room, it was a different story. He was very rough. He left bite marks on my breasts that were visible for many days. He finger-fucked me so brutally that he drew blood. He slam-fucked me so hard that I cried. He pulled my hair. He slapped my face, my tits, my ass. He seemed to get off on abusing me. He even forced his way into my ass. That hurt so much. Thankfully, he was so aroused by all of this abuse that he came fast, so the pain did not last as long as it might have. To complete my humiliation, instead of paying me 2,000 Baht as we had agreed, he tossed 1,000 Baht at me as I lay there naked on the bed, bleeding. When I objected, he raised his fist as if to strike me. "Okay, Okay, I go, no problem." I said. He then grabbed me by the wrist, dragged me to the door, and pushed me into the hall, naked and vulnerable.
I banged on the door. He opened it a crack and asked me what I wanted. I said I wanted my clothes. He said I could have them if I gave him a blow job. I shook my head no. He started to close the door. "OK, OK," I said. He opened the door, grabbed my wrist, pulled me inside and dragged me to the bed. He then lay down, spread his legs, told me to get to work... and he warned me not to disobey. I knelt between his legs, took his cock in my mouth, and I felt him grow stiff. I thought this would be over soon enough but I was wrong. He grabbed me roughly, threw me onto the bed and mounted me. He then pounded me hard for a good ten or fifteen minutes. To my great shame, my body betrayed me with two orgasms of my own before, exhausted, he finally came inside me. I lay on the bed, legs apart, his cum seeping from my pussy.
He then rose from the bed, grabbed his phone and began to take pictures. He took pictures of my cum-filled pussy, and then he amused himself by making a video of him fingering my pussy. Becoming aroused, he then brought his limp cock to my mouth and took pictures of me sucking him... and after he once again got hard, he spread my legs, entered me and took more pictures. I was too tired and too fearful, to protest. I let him do whatever he wanted... and so he fucked me to completion a third time... and again, to my shame, he brought me to orgasm. He then gathered my clothes, tossed them into the hall and told me to leave. I felt so humiliated.