As the taxi pulled away from the hotel Suzanne trembled. This had the

Potential to be the most exciting adventure yet! She remembered the argument between her boyfriend, David, and the taxi driver. The driver did not want to take them, David had insisted, the argument waged fast and furious. The more the driver refused, the more excited Suzanne became. It was beginning to sound as though what David had said about this city was true. Her skin goose bumped in the warm evening air. Money talks, we were going, she shivered again. The driver had been reluctant to take David, when he realised he proposed to take Suzanne, he was nearly apoplectic. He clearly thought it unsafe to take her.

The more he said it was unsafe the more Suzanne panties dampened. Not that there was much of them to dampen. She was wearing her most erotic pair of lacy French knickers. The ones that give David quick and easy access, they both preferred it that way. Neither of them believed in wasting opportunities.

She mused on past holidays. When they'd first met David had taken her away on many weekend breaks. She hadn't met as many men as demanding or daring as David. He had taken her to the North York Moors, then high on the hills with views for miles, he had stripped her, and fucked her in the heather.

He hadn't made love to her he had fucked her! She knew the difference now. Not that David couldn't be loving and romantic, she remembered their many fireside romps with chilled wine and a blazing fire with fondness.

She wasn't sure whether she preferred to be fucked or loved, as long as she got plenty of his cock it didn't seem to matter.

Then there was Highgate Woods. David had told her not to wear any knickers, so she hadn't. But she had not expected to be ridden against a tree in so public a place, with dirty old creeps hiding behind the trees and peeking at them, but If she was honest with herself that had only made it more exciting.

Paris was Ok, romantic enough, with those sexy French waiters. As for the red light district if it wasn't for the mini skirts you would hardly know you were in it.

In Amsterdam she had discovered what a red light district really should be like. That had really been exciting. David had 'bought' her services, bent her over a bin, and fucked her in the ass in an alleyway. The bin had made more noise than a bunch of randy cats. It had been such a risk, and so exciting.

Then the flight to the Seychelles, those toilets weren't really big enough for two. But nothing stopped David. The stewardess had given her a cheesy grin, though. She wouldn't make love on a beach again. Bloody sand!

The Indian Ocean now that was just great, the water kept you cool, bobbing up in down in the waves with David's cock buried deep, with hundreds of people just fifty yards away on the beach. She wouldn't know which had caused her the most embarrassment her bikini bottoms had floated off, or the couple who later that evening who expressed hope we had enjoyed our swim! They must have known, they must!

Then there was the last holiday to Cairo and the Nile Valley. David had told her about Arab men. We'd discussed it thoroughly, and he had agreed I could have complete freedom to do what I want, but I was not to leave the hotel as he would not have been able to guarantee her safety.

That sot of comment had only excited her further. She did not want to be safe! She wanted sex in all its varieties. The week before we left he insisted I wore an anal plug the whole week. I didn't want to, I like it rough. But David insisted, she'd enjoy the holiday less if she got bruised. I suppose he had been right.

Those filthy dirty Arabs. She'd dressed and behaved like a typical English rose, flowing flowery skirts, loose top, wide brimmed hat to keep the sun off. Very demure and very shy, acting embarrassed and flustered at their sexy suggestions.

When she hadn't turned away or ran off they became cruder, telling her in blunt terms what they'd like to do to a sweet English rose like her. With fluttering eyes and heaving breasts, she'd put her room key on the bar. When they picked it up and took her hand she had allowed them to lead her off.

They may look wealthy and sophisticated, but they had all been animals! Once inside her bedroom they had made no attempt to seduce her. They'd stripped and fucked her, what memories! She might have been a boy as far as her pussy was concerned! They couldn't keep their dark hands off her creamy white skin. They'd loved her rose pink nipples, and proud upstanding white breasts. They nearly bit them off!

She would never forget the sight of her white breasts grasped tightly in dark Arab hands, while she was taken from behind. Once they had discovered she liked to swallow they were like kids in a candy store, and I was the store!

That's when she discovered she liked to be pissed on, nobody had done that to her before. Word had spread. More and more Arab men turned up at the hotel trying to seduce her. On her last night, for the first time, she'd had three men together. Filthy animals they were, she'd loved it.

Since then she'd been a regular visitor to the Arab clubs and bars in

London. Her pretty English rose outfit went down a bomb, so did her knickers! That was the problem David had been threatening to call a halt.

It cost him twenty quid in knickers every time she went to those bars. She told him it was intolerable for him to even consider stopping her. He insisted he could not afford twenty quid a time in knickers. As far as Suzanne was concerned if men are going to be taking her knickers off, she wore the best!

David insisted she went without knickers! They compromised. Suzanne insist he personally takes her knickers off at the door immediately before she go out then gives her pussy a 'kiss of blessing'. She also insists that she sits on his face when she get back until he's given her another orgasm! It seemed a good compromise to her!

Now they were in Kuala Lumpur. Suzanne had wanted to go to Bangkok or

Pataya on the Gulf of Siam. David insisted she would enjoy this city better. He'd worked in the Middle East with Koreans and Vietnamese. His friends had visited Manila, Singapore, Hong Kong. He's been to Bangkok and Pataya himself.

Bangkok is for western tourists he had said. That was where the western tourists went. The Orientals and Asians go to Kuala Lumpur, and its really down and dirty there.

Apparently the Koreans swear by it. The city seems to have three red light areas, one the westerners go to which was smart and flashy, another cheaper version, and then the shantytown area. That's were we were going. A sex club in one of the seediest areas in town, she was thrilled! She didn't want safety. She wanted to be mounted and thoroughly ridden.

As they arrived at the club the taxi driver quickly cleared off, denying all responsibility. The doorman was just as surprised at the driver, but there was no problem getting in. David insisted on a table at which he would have his back to the wall, which seemed sensible. To Suzanne's surprise they still got a table at the front, but to one side.

Her bottom was groped several times as they made their way to the table. One man ran his hand up the inside of her leg as she squeezed past. She stopped as though stuck by a chair and let him have a good feel. This was what she had come for, and her pussy was getting wet already.

His friends roared and laughed, and then she slipped out of his grasp. Drinks quickly arrived. She was shocked how cheap they were. Obviously they had not been expecting 'tourists'. 50p for David's brandy was cheaper than at home!

They were the only white people in the club. The crowd was a mix of Asian and Orientals mostly locals. They did look a rough lot, and Suzanne was already getting lustful stares. They were quite open about it and cared not a whit for David's presence she was quickly blushing.

There were lots of Malaysian girls about. They were all very pretty. Each had a number badge somewhere around their person. Not that they were wearing much in the way of clothes. The badges removed any language problem. Not only were they the only whites, she was the only woman guest!

This was a man's club in every extent. The music was loud, smoke thick, with some strange smells. The lights were dim. You couldn't see deep into the room. There was a stage, but there seemed to be so much sex going on off-stage it almost seemed irrelevant. Two girls were writhing around on the stage with their heads between each other's legs. Suzanne never had much interest in girls. The audience were much more interesting. It was clear that some of the girls were on their knees with bobbing heads. No doubts what they were doing, others were sitting in laps and being bounced around energetically.

There was a roll of drums and the two girls on stage rolled over and fell off the stage, and then just continued what they were doing! David was already on his third brandy, and girls had appeared on either side of him.

A man appeared on stage! He give Suzanne a cheeky grin, she couldn't understand a word he said. A Thai Man was on next, which surprised her, with a couple of local girls. She couldn't believe it when he walked on stage. He was a God! He had smooth perfect skin, with a solid muscled stomach, taut buttocks, and a pouch that was obviously hiding something big.

A delicious looking Malaysian girl with long dark hair and a supple body, she sank to her knees in front of him and whipped off his thong with her teeth.

Suzanne gasped as she saw a perfect cock spring to erection as the girl nuzzled his balls.

Suzanne shuddered she loved doing that.

He hauled the girl round bent her over and rammed into her pussy from behind. Suzanne's nipples sprang to life inside the lacy cups of her designer bra. As she watched him swing his hips in wide circles as he drove his cock deep.

With a sudden twist he hurled the girl up into the air, swung her round then planted her firmly down on his cock again, this time facing him. Her feet never touched the ground as she was bounced up and down.

Suzanne stared as his muscles rippled and shook with the force of his thrusting. As he did so he fixed his gaze on Suzanne, her pussy throbbed and pulsed with the force of her rising sexual need. Glancing at David she saw he was wrapped in his own excitement as a Malaysian girl energetically bobbed her head in his lap.

Turning back she was startled to see the Thai stud had now disposed of the girl, and was standing facing her steadily stroking his erect nine-inch cock. She could see his hands running through the combined juices coating his cock. He jerked his hips towards her in an unmistakable gesture.