EXTRACT FOR
Backpacker
(Theodore Spoonbender)

      

      Charlie "Chuck" Ellison sighed as his wife went off on another of her, what he called, super nag sessions. This was supposed to be a quiet relaxing holiday; sitting on the beach under a sun drenched sky, reading a book, sipping cool drinks, playing the occasional round of golf, some shopping and, for him at least, watching the local talent drift by in their tiny bikinis. But obviously his wife had other ideas.

      This time it was because he had smiled at one of the waitresses, when he was thanking her for bringing their drinks, and she had smiled back. It was not as if she had dived across the table at him and dragged his cock out ??" although he wouldn't have minded if she had, she was a tasty morsel ??" it was just natural politeness; this was the land of smiles for Christ's sake. But for his increasingly shrewish wife it was as if he'd stuck his hand under the girl's sarong.

      "You are disgusting you know that?" She spat.

      "What?"

      "I could see you undressing that girl with your eyes and giving her the come on."

      "But...."

      "And she's young enough to be your daughter."

      Which was probably true, the girl looked as if she was in her mid thirties, which made her to be about the same age as his wife. But Thai women didn't seem to age as quickly as western women and although his wife was still incredibly attractive it was at the expense of increasingly more frequent trips to the gym. She was forever working out and their bedroom back in the US, which now looked more like an upmarket gym with the bed increasingly becoming a mere appendage. In more ways than one.

      Her shrewishness had increased in inverse proportion to their acts of lovemaking. Frequently citing a headache or "I'm tired after my workout" she became less and less willing to take care of his needs. Once a day, sometimes more when they first got married, became once a week and finally once a month if he was lucky. And she'd started to insist on him wearing a condom as she didn't want to fall pregnant and ruin her figure. Chuck was at an age when he seriously wanted a couple of rugrats crawling round his feet and was secretly dismayed but, to keep the peace, he kept silent.

      He was now in his early fifties and had, when he was just twenty one years old, borrowed money from just about everyone in his family and bought a second hand tractor rig. He spent hours painting it and maintaining it until the dirt was ingrained into the pores in his hands. He also worked long hours hauling timber from his home state of Wisconsin and bringing back groceries for the local Walmarts. He spent every hour he could either driving or sleeping in his cab. Finally after a couple of years of hard graft and even harder saving he had enough saved up for a second rig. He hired an ex school friend of his to drive the first while he spent time bringing the new rig up to the very high standard he demanded.

      Two rigs became 3, then 4 then one day his accountant suggested that he should not be spending so much time driving but should instead concentrate on the business side which was now, almost to Chuck's surprise getting very large and healthily profitable.

      Calling on a business acumen he didn't even know he possessed he branched out into warehousing and local depots and before long Ellison Transport was one of the biggest in the country. Chuck was now made.

      During the nearly 30 odd years it had taken to build the business he hadn't had much time for relationships. He'd tried a few but in the early days he'd always been away driving and latterly doing deals. So he was forced to use the services of truckstop hookers or the occasional hitchhiker he'd picked up.

      He'd met his wife at a hotel where he'd stayed when he was organising buying a west coast shipping agent. She had seemed like the archetypal Californian girl with long, shoulder length almost platinum blond hair, and a face like an angel. Her most striking feature was her eyes, which were a mysterious purple colour flecked with gold. They were also large and complimented her long aquiline nose and Kewpie doll lips so well.

      She'd been on the hotel reception and he'd bantered with her, as he usually did, when he checked in and then met her again, seemingly by accident, when he went for a stroll later. Looking back he suspected she'd set the meeting up after seeing his exclusive black American Express card but at the time, having had little to do with women, particularly scheming manipulative ones, he fell for her easy charm, striking beauty and her girlish giggle.

      She'd been married before but "didn't want to talk about it" and was now single. Well one thing led to another ??" wild sex for one ??" and they ended up getting hitched. His lawyer friend had advised a prenuptial agreement but Chuck had demurred, he was in love; anyway it was insulting.

      Now he wished he had. She had hated Wisconsin, particularly the winters and his hunting buddies, and agitated for him to sell up and take early retirement on the West Coast near Santa Barbara. His company fetched, again to his surprise, an extremely large amount of money. He was set for life.

      Almost from the time they set foot in their new custom designed home things started to go wrong with their marriage. She took to bitching on a daily basis and spent hours away from home. When she was at home she was usually at work with her personal trainer or her tennis coach. He'd caught them in a clinch once but she had poo-poohed the idea that it was anything other than congratulations on improving her backhand.

      When he approached his lawyer friend he was told that under Californian law she could take him to the cleaners if they divorced. What was worse was some of his buddies back in his home state had approached him about running for the Senate; he was well respected and had created a lot of jobs. Furthermore he had an almost unimpeachable life with no dark skeletons. He loved the idea, frankly he'd gotten bored, but a messy divorce might just put the skids under it.

      So his lawyer suggested they take a holiday together and try and reach some amicable settlement. She'd recently seen the movie 'The Beach' and had decided that Thailand looked idyllic. He had agreed but only if he could get to play some golf, he was an enthusiastic amateur with his own set of custom made Pinemeadow clubs he was dying to try out. Grudgingly she'd agreed, which is how they ended up in Pattaya for two nights while he played the local course, prior to jetting off down to Pi-pi Island.

      Naturally she hated it, particularly the easy availability of swathes of stunningly beautiful girls whose outstanding figures were the result of a combination of genetics and diet rather than sweating for hours on a treadmill.

      If she'd been bitchy before she throttled up her nagging to fever pitch now. He just sank down in his seat and wished that a tsunami would selectively carry the bitch off. 

      "Well aren't you going to say anything?" she snapped.

      "Sorry I was miles away."

      "Typical," she tutted, "I am going shopping, I need a new belt and some accessories. I take it you'll be here when I get back?"

      "Yes I'll just relax by the pool."

      He watched her as she sashayed across the room and noted the number of eyes following her; she was a still a very attractive woman, more so now that she was honed by her regime. What a pity her demeanour didn't match her looks.

      He started when he heard an unmistakably English voice say, "Is this seat taken?"

      "What? Oh sorry, no please sit down."

      "Beautiful woman. Your wife?"

      "Yes," sighed Chuck, "but sometimes I wish she wasn't."

      "I might just be able to do something about that," I said.



Chapter 2

      

      

      "Aw shit," I said as I rolled off her, "you're not much fun in the sack are you?"

      "You don't have to fuck me," said Ali, "you could always go and pick up a whore, after all this is Pattaya. They're probably more your style."

      "Ooh mioaw," I said making a scratching motion with my hand, "I thought there was some compound in sperm that gave women a feeling of well-being and made them less bitchy?"

      "I've no idea whether there is or not and frankly I don't care. What I do know is that there is something in it that makes a man's brain turn to mush if he sees a woman's knickers."

      "Just as well you don't wear any then isn't it?"

      She didn't say anything to that. It was a bone of contention to her but if she wanted to keep enjoying the services of the whores up at the gold club then she depended on my patronage. And that patronage came with a price and the price was I could fuck her whenever I wanted without protection and she never wore anything, including panties, which would stop me instantly accessing her cunt. And for a heavily committed Lesbian that was hard.

      "So Einstein, what's the plan?" She said neatly changing the subject.

      "I already told you. I want you to get close to the American woman I told you about. Ok?"

      The old Ali would have said something along the lines of "good for her," once she'd been informed that the American was a gold digging bitch. But the new Ali was harder, particularly when it came to women. She wanted revenge on men, or at least one particular man, but it had been made plain to her that from now on if she did try to take out her venom on men things could go badly for her. On the other hand women were fair game.

      Her attitude had undertaken the sudden sea change when she visited the club.

      A very self confident and self-assured woman had walked into the club and a slightly less self assured one walked out three days later. And in some respects we both knew she was lucky to have walked out at all.

      She hadn't been kept against her will for most of those three days she was strictly a volunteer but there had been moments when she must have wished she could leave. She'd enjoyed our encounter with Judy, where I'd raped her pussy while Ali effectively raped her mouth, so much that she decided to stay on and really get down to abusing and degrading Judy in a serious and sustained way.

      I had to leave the club a few hours after I had jointly taken Judy, as my mentor, a patrician white suited gentleman and something big in the war on drugs, required my services down in Pattaya. I had to go because I needed to maintain a semblance of normality to hide my slaving activities and because my work with him gave me a certain amount of immunity from the Police. And if you've ever lived in Bangkok you'd know that was a very useful thing to have.

      However before I left I had managed to rally enough after my orgasm with Judy to be able to muster a repeat performance.

      Ali's juices were still damp on her face (and in her hair) when I eventually unlocked her from the body clamp and guided her over to the mattress for my solo performance.

      She was still a little wide eyed from the shock and humiliation and her face was red and blotchy. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

      Once we were at the mattress I said, "you know what happens next don't you? You are not going to struggle or make a fuss; you really don't want to end up with another thrashing. Do you?"

      "Oh please haven't you done enough?" She sobbed.

      "Once I've had this one fuck then I will leave you alone. I doubt if I will be able to get anywhere near you after this you'll be so busy. Mind you I can't vouch for Ali there."

      Ali smiled and her eyes glinted. The look on Judy's face and the slight shudder I saw coursing through her body told me that I was the lesser of the two evils in her mind.

      "Your job with me is simple," I said lying comfortably on the mattress, "you suck me until I'm hard and then you ride me until I cum. You can't get much simpler than that."

      "You want me to suck your thing?" She looked like I'd just asked her to eat a newly laid turd.

      "Er yes. Hey its not like you haven't tasted my sperm already."

      "What do you mean?"

      "When you did such a good job sucking Ali's quim you were getting liberal doses of my spunk as well as her juices."

      She looked at Ali in surprise and in return Ali looked daggers at me. I guess she didn't want the fact that I'd cum inside her broadcast, particularly to Judy. Well that was just tough shit.

      "Anyway its just politeness."

      "Politeness?"

      "Yes my prick is covered in your juices so it is just polite of you to clean up after yourself."

      She screwed up her face in disgust but I decided to head off any resistance at the pass by saying, "and all the time you are servicing me Ali is going to be standing behind you with the cane and if she thinks you are slacking she will carve that cute arse of yours up a little more."

      The gleam in Ali's eyes told me she liked that idea.

      "So," I said waggling my cock at her, "get working."

      She hesitated and then howled as Ali slashed the cane across the backs of her thighs, "you heard the man, "she snapped.

      Judy dropped down on the mattress then shuffled up between my legs and leaned down towards me. Again there was a slight hesitation when she saw my prick close to and again her reticence was rewarded with a slashing stroke across her bottom.

      "Two rules," I said as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth ready to engulf me, "one no teeth, if I even feel you teeth brush my dick I'll put you in the stocks again and flay every bit of skin off you ass and two you look at me while you are sucking."

      Another searing stroke followed by a "what are you waiting for? " signalled that Ali was taking her job seriously.

      Judy obviously hadn't gotten a lot of experience in cock-sucking. Because all she did was suck it like she was siphoning petrol but I was able to give her guidance, which, together with Ali's enthusiastic application of the cane, soon started to produce results. A few minutes and a number of strokes later she was bobbing her head and jerking my shaft like a good 'un.

      The bit I really enjoyed was watching the shame, disgust and humiliation in her eyes as she was forced to service me. It was an image I shall treasure forever.

      It was my third time today and consequently, particularly after my last monumental fuck where I'd so generously seeded her pussy, it took a while for me to get anywhere near to cumming. But it was ok by me, I was just loving the feel of her reluctant mouth round my cock and Ali was also enjoying herself so there was no harm done.

      Ali, although still gripping the cane and holding it where Judy could see it, had knelt down beside Judy and was watching closely. Which must have made the whole thing a lot harder for Judy especially as Ali was whispering poisons on Judy's ear about how she'd be forced to do this dozens of times a day and how she Judy was now just another whore who only existed to please men.

      Finally I just couldn't take any more and I croaked, "I'm cumming Judy, I want you to hold it in your mouth and not let a single drop spill out. Because if you do then Ali will beat your tits until you wish you didn't have any. Oh fuck, here it comes Judy," with that I humped my hips and shot my last load of the day into her mouth.

      The look in her eyes and her choking sensations around my dick made me cum and cum until I thought I'd never stop. Fuck I just loved abusing this girl.

      Finally I was finished and my cock started to go soft.

      Ali warned Judy about not letting my sperm dribble out and so she clamped her mouth closed after my retreating cock.

      She knelt there between my legs, her cheeks bulging with my seed probably wondering what to do next, a question answered by Ali who told her to tilt her head back, open her mouth and show her my spunk swilling round her gums. "And keep your eyes open and look at me," she warned.

      I sat up and together we admired the more than generous pool of sperm I'd deposited in there.

      "Good girl," I said patting her on the head, "now swallow."

      Grimacing Judy closed her mouth and attempted to swallow, her natural reluctance caused her to take two attempts, and the look of total disgust on her face as it slid down her throat was priceless. Yes I'd say Judy was well worth the effort I'd taken in getting her here.

      "You didn't get her to ride you," Ali said to me.

      "Its ok," I said, "her mouth was just too good."

      "Do you want to go again?"

      I had a sneaking suspicion that she was making oblique references to my lack of manhood in not being able to manage it four times in one day. Women can get pretty boastful about their ability to have multiple orgasms sometimes. I was in no mood to offer her the slightest opportunity for triumph though so I said, "I would but I have to go. Unlike some I have work to do."

      "Do you need me?"

      I shook my head, "no not for this, you just stay here and enjoy yourself."

      The nasty little smile told me that's exactly what she intended to do.