I spotted her the second I walked into the karaoke bar in Jakarta. Tight red dress hugging her ass, long black hair, and that fake smile she gave every guy with money. She was one of the karaoke girls, paid to sing and flirt, but her eyes locked on me like she wanted more than tips. I bought her a drink, slipped her some rupiah, and told her straight what I wanted. She didn’t play coy for long. An hour later we were in my hotel room on the twentieth floor, the city lights flashing through the window while she peeled that dress off.
She had small tits with dark nipples already hard, and a shaved pussy that glistened when she spread her legs on the bed. “You want fuck me now?” she asked in broken English, voice low and dirty. I didn’t answer with words. I shoved her down, spread her thighs, and buried my face between them. She tasted sweet and salty, her juices coating my tongue as I licked her clit in hard circles. She moaned loud, hips bucking, fingers grabbing my hair. “More, fuck, more,” she gasped. I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and slid two fingers deep into her tight cunt, pumping fast until she came hard, thighs shaking around my head.
She wasn’t done. She pushed me onto my back, yanked my pants off, and wrapped her lips around my thick cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, tongue swirling over the head while she stroked the shaft with both hands. She took me deep, gagging a little, spit running down my balls. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, watching her eyes water. “Suck that cock, you dirty karaoke slut,” I growled. She moaned around me, the vibration making my balls tighten.
I flipped her onto all fours, lined up, and slammed into her pussy in one thrust. She was dripping, gripping me tight. I pounded her hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her ass rippled every time I drove deep. She reached back and rubbed her clit, screaming into the pillow as I fucked her through another orgasm. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, milking me, but I wasn’t ready to finish yet.
I pulled out, spread her ass cheeks, and pressed my wet cock against her tight asshole. “You want it here?” I asked. She pushed back, nodding. “Yes, fuck my ass.” I spat on her hole, worked the head in slow, then buried myself balls-deep. She groaned, half pain, half pleasure, pushing back to take every inch. I fucked her ass rough, one hand reaching around to finger her pussy at the same time. She came again, squirting a little onto the sheets, body shaking.
We switched positions fast. I lay back and she climbed on top, sinking her ass down on my cock while facing me. Her tits bounced as she rode me, grinding her clit against my pelvis. I slapped her ass hard, leaving red handprints, and she begged for more. “Harder, fuck my ass harder.” I met every drop of her hips with an upward thrust, stretching her open.
When I was close, I pulled her off, stood her against the window, and took her from behind again, this time in her pussy. The glass was cool against her tits as I hammered into her.
She came one last time, legs buckling, and I followed right after, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. It leaked out around my cock as I kept thrusting through the aftershocks.
We collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, sweat-slicked skin sticking together. She turned her head, gave me that same smile from the bar, and said, “You come back tomorrow night?” I just laughed and pulled her closer, already thinking about round two in the morning.
