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Lucy's friends arrange a final party before the wedding.
Dani shows Bill the secret furnace room. Bill gets to stay awhile.
Andy and Cecilia go skinning dipping for their first time at the Johnsons' home. Swimming in the nude turns out to be a night to remember.
An old friend drops in to town to set up a campaign office. He stays with us for a few days.
The traveling businessman returns for fun with Sue-Lynn and Little Beth.
The story of my adventurous college sophomore year ending in one, two, three in the oven.
Jack and Linda struggle with the rent. Their two little girls occasionally provide payment in kind.
A traveling businessman hires the services of a fourteen year old girl from her down and out father.
A successful author reposes in Bangkok to work on his next book.
Uncle Bill and Amy play daddy and mommy.
A brother and sister and their little sister go camping.
My daughter Julie needs to cuddle with me… once a month.

© 2011, 2018
The Wizard Whitebeard
does not encourage or condone illegal activities. He does not even exceed the speed limit.



My latest book had brought me over $200,000. It was a lot of work but a
lot of money for a year's work. My agent had successfully sold the next
two books. He told me about his experience with other successful
writers. Some had become distracted and had a tough time meeting
deadlines. He recommended that I get away somewhere.


I had a lot of money, but not a fortune. I had an idea to stretch the
value. After making some inquiries, it turned out to be possible to rent
a veritable mansion in Bangkok, Thailand. For the equivalent of $1,200
per month, I had the use of a walled, 12 room air conditioned house,
complete with both a large outdoor pool and a small indoor one. The
house had a small garden area and the entire property was surrounded
with a high wooden fence.


The agent that arranged the property suggested I acquire a few staff. In
my mind, this would allow me to focus on my work for the four or five
truly productive hours per day I needed to produce quality work. I
planned to spend the remainder of each day relaxing and recharging.


The day after I moved in, a man named Burat stopped in, a reference from
the housing agent. He recommended a combination maid/cook who would live
in what turned out to be a servant's apartment which was part of the
house but separated from the main living area. We discussed what kind of
meals and schedules I liked to follow and an outline of household duties
this person would assume. He had a couple of girls in mind but once we
had narrowed the details which included some Western cuisine and a
strong working knowledge of English, he seemed to settle on a particular
individual. He said he would send her later that day for an interview.


He then broached the next topic by asking what I intended when I was not
actively working. I explained my plan. He asked if I desired any
companionship? Possibly, I admitted. It would have to be managed to
limit distractions during my working periods. We both knew what he meant
by companionship. This was Bangkok, after all. He asked the type of
companions I preferred. I told him female and young. The younger the
better. He smiled and told me that I should consider a governess. The
governess would be responsible for acquiring one or more companions,
caring and instructing them when their services were not required.


He named a lordly sum, another $500 per month, all inclusive. If he was
asking $500 I could probably negotiate half that, but I told him I would
pay it gladly if the services he offered met my needs. He told me the
cook and governess would both be over later that day.


I did some writing, made a small lunch from some meager supplies I had
picked up on the way over the day before and took a quick swim. Sometime
in the mid-afternoon in the heat of the day, there was a knock at the
front door. There I met two girls, both in their early twenties. I
ushered them in to comfortable chairs in the front sitting room, well
lit by large windows.


Lalana, the cook, had cared for a number of transient Americans and was
familiar with every dish I could think of, plus of course she intended
to provide samples of native dishes. She told me that she would require
my opinion frequently so she could refine her menus to my tastes. She
laid out a written schedule of her intended cleaning duties which
included a number of household maintenance items such as the pools. She
also stated that she would require a household budget for groceries and
other supplies. She was so polite I immediate took a liking to her.


The other girl was Mai. Mai was slender with smooth skin and long silky
black hair. She explained that her job would be to bring in serving
girls to provide me personal services. They would bring food and drink,
fetch and clean up for me, and make sure that at all times I would be
relieved of any stress. She understood that I was in Thailand to work
and to relax when I was not working.


I asked how many additional girls she would have in the house. She said
we would start with a couple and perhaps add one or two more if needed;
young girls that would take instruction well. As Lalana had asked with
the food, Mai requested that I discuss her performance frequently so she
could tailor her services to my desires.


Lalana sat there and listened intently, but did not react. I asked her
if any of this was a problem? She assured me that she had been told she
would be cleaning for and feeding up to half a dozen people. She
obviously knew all about the additional services Mai would be providing.
She accepted the circumstance and perhaps was pleased.


Both girls spoke accented but fluent English.


After accepting both their services, they checked out the servant
apartment. They told me there were ample accommodations for their needs.
Mai offered to help Lalana go shopping. I armed them with a couple
hundred dollars, but in Bahts, and off they went. It was pocket change
to me, and I had Burat's number if it turned out to be a scam.


I went back to work. The girls actually came and went several times that
afternoon with groceries, personal affects and I don't know what else.


Delicious aromas wafted from the kitchen that evening and about 8 p.m. I
was informed that dinner would be served when I was ready. In the dining
room, the table had been set with tablecloth, both American utensils and
chopsticks, several glasses for water, wine, etc., and plates.


I sat down. Mai came in. She told me that two girls, Nim and Mali, would
be serving dinner. The two girls entered and were introduced. Mali was
13 or 14. She was small but had shapely hips and small firm breasts. Mai
said Nim was 11. She had just started her development toward womanhood.
Both girls had beautiful large eyes and long black hair. I wondered if
all Thai girls had that hair. The girls were both wearing thin, colorful
skirts and white blouses. Their feet were bare and they appeared to have
bathed recently, since their feet were clean. As they approached me, I
could smell soap and a touch of jasmine.


I asked Mali and Nim to tell themselves about me. To my surprise, they
each spoke English fairly well. They were both students in a local
girls' school, but they were on summer break. Their families encouraged
them to find work and the idea of serving a rich American apparently was
an attractive proposition. They seemed enthusiastic.


Mai ushered them back to the kitchen. Mali came back and poured first
water, then a sweet, white wine. She retreated. Nim brought in a small
plate of something fried on a serving tray that were egg rolls or spring
rolls. There were sauces in little dishes. Nim stood to the side as I
ate. She carefully picked up my dinner plate and returned to the
kitchen.


Mali came back with a fresh plate. Nim brought some dish of noodles and
chicken in a sauce. It was delicious. Once again, Nim waited nearby but
did not hover. She only returned to refill my water glass once.


Finally, Mali came back to clean my spot while Nim fetched yet another,
smaller plate. The plate contained a honey pastry that reminded me of
Baklava. The glasses were removed and a cup of deep, rich coffee was
poured. I admit I had trouble finishing the last crumbs.


The final plate was cleared and Mali swept up a few food bits I had
dropped. Mai came in to pour me a second cup of coffee. She asked how
the girls did. I told her how pleasant the entire meal had been,
including the quality of the food. She said that Lalana would be
pleased.


Long after working hours, I found I was too sleepy to read or focus much
on anything. Mai suggested I take a quick dip and then retire for the
evening. We had moved to the living room and the indoor pool looked
inviting. I went to my room for a pee and changed into swimming trunks.
The pool did feel good. Only the accent lights were lit. I lolled around
in the warm water, digesting the fine meal with my eyes closed.


A few minutes later, I heard some slight splashing from the pool's
stairs. When I looked, I saw the heads of Mali and Nim slowly
approaching. They said nothing but were soon on each side of me. As they
snuggled up, I saw that neither one had a stitch on, although I couldn't
see much more than that under the water in the dim light.


They each put an arm over my shoulders to prevent drifting. Nim put her
hand on my graying chest and started running her hand over the thatch of
hair. Mali stroked the side of my face, turning my head so she could
look in my eyes. She got closer until her lips brushed mine. Then she
pushed her face against mine and I gave me the most sensuous kiss I have
had in years. As her tongue lightly massaged mine, I heard her breathe
get faster and deeper. I experienced some discomfort as my trunks became
a taut tent. The kiss must have lasted over a minute. By now, Mali's
little nipples were pointed and poking me in the side.


Nim had continued her stroking but was covering a greater area. Soon she
was past my naval and playing with the waistband of my trunks. Mali
began mirroring her caresses. They looked each other in the eyes. Having
reached some mutual agreement, they each took a side of my trunks and
pulled them down to my knees, then moving my ankles, completely off.
Mali put the trunks on the side of the pool.


I was shocked to find Mai there, who picked up the trunks and neatly
folded them. She asked if I would like a nightcap? Sure, I said as Nim
began to stroke me under by scrotum between my balls and anus. I didn't
think my penis could get any harder. I was wrong. Mai returned with a
brandy snifter on a tray and two shots of something on the side. She
handed me the snifter and the a shot glass to each girl, which caused
them to cease any stroking.


I sipped my brandy. Mali downed her drink in one gulp, then said,
"ahhhh". Nim took a sip of hers and coughed. Mali scowled. Nim downed
the remainder with a large gulp. I found my brandy had disappeared as
well.


Mai placed the empty glasses back on the tray and set it on a small
poolside table. She clapped her hands. "Time for bed girls." Mali gave
me a quick kiss. The two of them made their way back to the stairs as I
followed. My penis remained horizontal as I rose from the water.


Mai escorted us to my bedroom. I climbed in to bed and each of the
little girls joined me, one on each side. Mai turned out the light and
bid us a good night's rest. She shut the door as she left.


Once again, I had left the room's accent lights on but low. Both girls
resumed their earlier activities with Mali's kisses getting longer and
deeper. I slowly worked my tongue in and out of her mouth and each time
her tongue curled around mine. I started stroking her breasts and along
her back and butt. She rolled her leg over mine and I felt a damp trail
as she slid her vulva along my leg.


Nim moved from caresses to tongue as she slowly licked and lightly
sucked my nipples. Her face moved towards ours. She stretched her neck
and nibbled my ear. It tickled and I laughed. Nim, now on her knees so
she could reach, took the opportunity to kiss me. Who knew an 11 year
old could kiss like that? My penis was now a rock. My God! I asked where
they had learned to kiss like that.


Mali told me that Mai taught at their school. The one for girls? It
turned out that in addition to English and some traditional academic
subjects, Mai taught the girls several classes specifically for men and
opportunities like this one. They practiced kissing on each other. I
expressed my incredulity. Nim took Mali's face in both hands and gave
her a deep, sensuous kiss. Mali's nipples, which had smoothed a bit,
immediately became erect again. Nim claimed to have top marks in all her
classes. Apparently the only class that was theory only was in actual
intercourse. No men were allowed in the school.


Clearly, Nim had had enough verbal intercourse. She returned to kissing
me. She still had trouble reaching over my somewhat portly shape. Clever
girl. She threw her leg over the top and straddled me. The kisses became
insistent as Nim's pussy started to push down on my cock. Mali told her
to wait a minute. Nim continued to kiss as I ran my hands over her body,
but stopped pushing so hard. Mali started licking her fingers and
applied the spit to Nim's nether regions. After a couple of minutes,
Nim's bare pussy was shiny and slick. Mali had turned around to minister
to Nim and I saw that she was completely hairless as well.


Mali whispered to Nim, "Okay!" Suddenly, Nim spread her legs and pushed.
My penis sank in to her vagina at least two inches. Nim grimaced and
sucked in air. Then she relaxed and started moving up and down. My cock
sank deeper and deeper until it plumbed her depths to over four inches.
It only moved in a little each time. Nim was incredibly tight.


I couldn't hold it any longer. I had my penis sunk into the pussy of a
little 11 year old Thai girl. My balls tightened and I started
ejaculating deep in Nim's womb, over and over again.


Nim collapsed on top of me. Mali rose up and first kissed Nim lightly on
the lips, then me, lingering for a long time.


My cock remained stiff, but not rigid. Eventually it slipped out of
little Nim and I felt my semen drip down. I reached Nim to my side. Mali
cuddled up on the other side and soon we were all asleep.


The sun woke me early. I recalled the pleasant events of the previous
evening. Mali was curled in a ball against my back. She had taken the
entire sheet for herself. It was wrapped around her. Nim lay on her back
eyes closed, breathing deeply with a relaxed smile on her face. She
didn't budge as I eased over her out of bed. Her legs were slightly
apart giving me a bird's eye view of her cunt. My semen had dribbled
down her butt and dried there. A faint brownish stain looked like dried
blood. I realized that Nim's slight wince last night must have been me
breaking through her hymen. My penis started to stiffen.


I climbed in to the shower. I completed my tasks with a shave and clean
teeth. When I returned to the bedroom, the girls were on their way out
of the room, Mai leading the way. She glanced back and her eyes jumped
to my cock, then back to my eyes. She told me breakfast would be served
in a bit but coffee would arrive shortly. Fifteen minutes later as I was
tying my last shoelace, Mali returned. She had scrubbed and dressed in a
plaid skirt this time. With a smile on her face and a quick bow, she
handed me a mug of steaming, black coffee.


Breakfast was served at one of the larger poolside tables. There were
several fruits, fried ham and some kind of shredded potatoes. As with
dinner the night before, Mali and Nim took turns serving food, clearing
dishes and keeping my coffee mug full. All the portions were small so in
the end, I was sated but not stuffed.


Mai came in to check with me as I finished. I told her I would be
spending the morning at least working in the study. She told me the
girls would be in and out in case I needed anything, but I would
otherwise be undisturbed.


I got to work. The den/study had nice lighting, thick carpets and floor
to ceiling tapestries. The silence encouraged by this environment was
very conducive to writing. Nim came in a couple of times to refill my
coffee mug. In no time at all, Mali brought a cloth covered tray with a
plate of sandwich, chips and a pickle of some sort. I glanced at my
watch and was surprised that the morning was gone. I was making so much
progress that I didn't really stop to eat. I just munched as I worked.


The coffee disappeared and was replaced by an ice filled glass of some
kind of tropical ade. It wasn't lemonade, but some other fruity, cool
drink. Time passed and I continued to write. I wordsmithed a final
revision of the current chapter and realized that I had only started it
that morning. I looked at my watch. It was almost 4 p.m.; past my
theoretical stopping time. Even so, I had written an entire chapter in a
few short hours! I was really happy with the writing, too. I would
review it tomorrow but I thought this chapter would only require a few
continuity revisions near the completion of the novel.


Nim came through on her next circuit to check my drink. I snagged her
with my arm and told her I was done for the day. She smiled and gave me
a kiss.


I stopped by the bedroom to change from jeans to shorts. Lalana was
arranging some flowers on the dresser. From the condition of the
bathroom, everything had been thoroughly cleaned hours before. The bed
had had its sheets completely changed. She told me she would be spending
a few minutes picking up the study now that I had vacated. I cautioned
her to leave the desk notes as she found them.


I picked up the book I was reading from the living room and headed out
to the yard. I stretched out on a lounge chair. Mai and Mali brought a
table over. Nim followed with some kind of alcoholic tropical fruit
drink, which she placed next to me. Mali and Nim had changed from their
blouse and skirt outfits to simple shirts made of some chiffon material.
It was white and sheer. I could see that neither wore anything else. As
I tried to focus on the book I was reading, the girls brought some cloth
covered beanbag chairs out from the house. They plopped on the ground
next to me and lay back to enjoy the sun. The shirts were long but when
Nim stretched her arms behind her head, her shirt rode up, exposing
everything below her belly button. As if on cue, she pulled her ankles
underneath, splitting her cunt wide open.


Mali had arranged herself towards me as well. She appeared to have
something on her chest. She started to brush it off, then I realized she
was brushing around her little breasts. She moved to scraping the
nipples now and then. Her eyes closed, head fell back as she relaxed and
she started to gently lick her lips.


Her left hand rolled her left nipple as her right hand moved to her
smooth crotch. She spread the lips until her clitoris poked out, which
she started to wiggle with her middle finger. The girls must have been a
bit upwind because I suddenly smelled the pheromones coming from between
Mali's legs. My cock sprang to attention. Mali's legs flexed as her hips
started to push up and down in a slow rhythm.


At some point, Nim had noticed Mali's actions. She stopped Mali long
enough to pull the shirt over Mali's head. Mali returned to her left
breast and clit. Nim took Mali's r
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