0 comments/ 16624 views/ 4 favorites Hotel: Renovation By: PeggyBuxton Strolling through the back streets of Bangkok and looking at the women - prostitutes or not - leaves me with a need and on fire. I see an older woman on a single crutch with a single leg. Of course, older is relative. She seems pretty, but the morning hides much. The dress is short and the lone leg nice, the other hidden somewhere, maybe it ends near her hip. I'd like that. I watch for a moment before I move towards her then I notice a man begin speaking to her. I watch a while longer hoping he might leave then see her kissing him and he fondling often. His hand drags the dress up to her waist. The stump 'is' short, her hips sweet. I continue my search. Some girls call to me. I could have one of just about any age, but alas, I have some morals. Sadly, I think about how for some they are too old. One rubs my thigh and begs me in a whisper for things I can't think of doing. I push her away and tell her to go home. I know the parents sold her into prostitution long before now. I feel sorry for her. I stagger a little and bump against the door of the bar as I walk inside. Shutters and windows are all open and the five ceiling fans spin slowly. Eight in the morning and it is an oven. "Hey handsome," an Asian, probably over thirty, with large implants bursting out of the dress, whispers in a hoarse smokers voice. "What some nookie?" Before I can answer, she's working on my zipper. "Good hand job, five." I look at her face just to make sure she looks like a woman. She passes a quick visual inspection and her hand stroking my cock makes me forget to feel between her legs to see if she might be a guy. I slap a ten on the counter and soon I groan in pleasure. She wipes the come away with a wet bar towel. I hope it was clean. "You got a name?" she asks. "I'm Nom." Her lips don't give me a chance to reply as they cover my mouth and her tongue searches for my throat. I assume she's trying to earn the other half of the ten. She forces my hand over a harden breast with a nipple pressing though thin fabric. A moment later, she's rubbing my hand inside her blouse. "Good tits, implants not old." She sucks my tongue from my mouth into hers for a while then begins shoving my hand south. "Better pussy that you've had for a long time." The next kiss is shorter. "Fifteen more and you won't forget me." "Right here, or you have a place?" I teasingly quiz. She gives me a quick snicker and pulls my hand as if to lead me somewhere. I follow, hoping I will live through whatever is about to happen. The room has only a black curtain for a door and a small mattress on the floor. I blink and her dress is already falling on the floor and she soon lays naked with her legs spread wide in my direction. Her body is short, slim, and inviting. Her face is like so many other woman I've seen on the streets the last two days, maybe more lovely as I consider her for awhile while unfastening my belt and pushing my trousers down along my legs. My erection remains even after the quick hand job. "Fuck my cunt," she begs. "I like American men with big cocks." She's very wet as I slip inside. It feels wonderful even with the condom she magically applied. "Good, isn't it?" she asks. A foot rises and falls against my back then begins encouraging my body to ride her harder. It takes no encouragement for me and soon I come. "We could do it again ... free," she says. "Maybe I'll come back later," I say as I stand and begin redressing. "Oh, my name is Jake." She remains on the mattress and fingers her pussy. "Nice to meet you. I'm in the bar mornings if you want more." "Yeah, maybe." "Jake, honey," she begins. "I've got some hot little girls if you want." "Not into children ... only adults." I sigh. "Oh-h," she whispers, almost sad. She smiles for a moment. "I've got one girl missing a leg. Are you into amputees? She's 'legal'." My erection returns quickly as I process what I've just heard. "One leg?" I ask to confirm what she said. She stands and redresses, which doesn't take long since she only had on a dress. A few buttons remain unfastened just in case the breasts weren't exposed enough. She moves closer and sucks my lips for a while then takes a step back before rubbing a hand over my chest. "Yeah. Crazy girl, but she has a great body and is beautiful." "Why crazy?" I ask. "Because she wanted the leg off." "Really? Is she a hooker?" "No, Jake ... not a virgin though. She's renting a room from a friend, but will be leaving tomorrow. "Are they're others?" "Yeah. A doctor at a the hospital helps people like her." Her hand playfully gropes my crotch. "Jake. You hard rock," she says in a mock Oriental accent as from an old movie. She laughs. "Do you really like amputee women?" "A lot. I was hoping to find some this trip." "For you, I'd cut my leg off." She laughs. "If you do that, we'd have to fuck all the time." I shove my hand under her dress and feel the sloppy wet swamp. She presses her pussy around my fingers as they rub though her slit. "Honey-y," she teases and kisses me deeply. We continue masturbating each other though the next few minutes as we trade tongues often. Eventually we tire and break apart. "Call her," I suggest, and then peck at her lips a few times. "What, don't see yourself with a one legged hooker? I'd do it for you. I'd even stop hooking." She laughs. I know what that means. "I might want someone that I could show friends." I groan. "Aren't I pretty?" "Hell yeah-h." I reply. "The tits are a bit big for my taste though." "Sorry, Jake." She pushes buttons on the phone and I hear a voice but am unable to understand. I listen to Nom ask her if she would like to meet an American interested in amputees. She closes the phone up. "Nope. She's got a husband back home." "Shit," I groan and turn to walk into the hallway leading into the bar. She follows and rests a hand on the small of my back as we near the stools. The stools scrape over the concrete floor as we reposition them and then sit facing each other. I rub my hand along her thigh a few times and look at her beautiful face. "If this was a stump," I say. "Jake, it's something I think about some. I know two other Thai women who've done it." "Really?" "Yeah. One did the whole leg; the other still has a short stump. They're lot younger than me." "Introduce me. I might make an age exception." I laugh. "It wouldn't work. They are both lesbians." She snickers. "How much smaller would my tits have to be for you?" She laughs. "They're only double D's." I look and think about how that on a five-foot woman of about hundred pounds wet, they seem huge. "I kind of like them smaller like most Thai women. This doc that does amputations ... I didn't know it was done on healthy limbs." "Sure-e!" she says in a matter of fact tone as if I'm being silly even asking. Mostly sex operations." "Does he...? "It's a woman." "Oh-h my-y," I drawl. My hand is still on her thigh. "Do you want to meet her? Maybe she knows someone you'd be happier with than me. I understand, Jake. Really, I do. Someday I'll find a man that wants me with one leg 'and' big boobs." She opens her phone and dials. - The doctor's office is in a different building than the hospital and I settle into the chair next to her desk. She's European and attractive. A wedding ring graces her finger and though I know she is not the woman for me, I sense some disappointment. "Leslie," I begin. She had asked me to call her by her first name. "Nom thought maybe you might be able to introduce...." She cuts me off. "To some women who wanted to be amputees?" She smiles. "Real women or transgendered?" "Ah, real," I sheepishly say as my fingers drum nervously on the desk a few times. My hand falls back in my lap as I look at her blue eyes. "Just checking, you know." She makes a small chuckle. "I have both." "Gender change 'and' an amputation? What, a twofer special?" I snicker as I think to myself, 'super size that? Yes, please'. She ignores my attempted humor and tells me about the kinds of people she performs amputations on and why she began doing so. She pauses, sips some water, and adjusts herself in the chair. I can tell she doesn't want to spend much time with me, I assume she'd rather be cutting on someone. I give her face a quick glance and I relax. "I get a few women from overseas. A few locals too ... some parents think it will help their girls find a rich man." She chuckles. "Are you a rich man?" "No ma'am, not really. I travel here on business, maybe once a year. I love the look of Thai women." "The sex trade is big business ... lots of children." "I like them older." "How old? Maybe old enough to relate to you and not just have sex." She laughs. "A rare man, I think." She rubs her chin in thought for a moment. "I have a few locals that are asking for amputations 'and' want to meet a man from overseas. Will you be here for long?" "It could be." I hand her a business card. "That's my cell phone. I'm staying at the Manor House Hotel." "Yes, nice establishment. Give me a day ... maybe less. I'll call." Just as I walk out of her office, she says, "How about a missing arm?" I look back and think for a moment. "Maybe, though I prefer a single missing leg." "An arm and a leg?" "That could be okay, but still, a single missing leg would be the ideal for me." I walk along the sidewalk in front of the hospital paying attention to everyone. All seem to have a full set of limbs. The women, mostly native, are stunningly beautiful and most have wedding rings on their fingers. A few give me a huge smile anyway and I let a fantasy drift though my mind of them in bed with me. An older European man with a shaggy mustache in jeans and sleeveless t-shirt and a young Asian woman in white cotton slacks and a bright red blouse, walk towards me. He's missing most of an arm and she holds his remaining hand. It is impossible to tell what happened to the arm; maybe he went to Leslie. I continue to watch. As they pass first, he smiles, and then she does. I look back and notice she has a slight limp, perhaps a prosthetic leg I tell myself, and then continue my walk. - The taxi lets me out in front of the hotel and I pause trying to decide if I should walk a few blocks to the bar where I met Nom. I already feel as if I could use another quick orgasm and some good kissing. She was good for that. I take a few steps in that direction. A young woman catches my attention and offers me affection, which I reject. I turn back and go inside the hotel alone. The phone begins ringing just as the room door closes behind me. "Jake, it's Leslie. I think I might have found someone. Would twenty-six be too young?" I hear a soft snicker. "Hardly. I'm only thirty-three." I laugh. "I'd forgotten about Malee ... her father and mother were local. They died last year. Malee had her left leg off near the hip. She's short, slender, and 'very' pretty. She teaches school." "How about social life?" "Fiance dumped her because of the amputation. She's anxious to have someone in her life." "Really?" "She sounded horny, if you ask me." She snickers. "Wow." "Yeah, for sure. She even gets my blood boiling. So if you'd like to meet her, I could have her call you." "Perfect. When?" "Oh, the next half hour." I hang up and images of the woman with one crutch and one leg flood my mind. The smoldering fire rages as I pace the room wondering what Leslie is lining up for me and what will happen. 'Horny', she had actually said. "My god-d," I drawled aloud, still pacing, but not as quickly. - The phone is ringing as I step from the shower and I almost slip on the wet bathroom floor in a hurried attempt to answer. "Hello?" I nearly scream as I recover my balance, naked and draining water on the carpet. I had enough presence of mind to drag a towel off the rack and it dangles from my hand. "Jake?" the female voice asks. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" "No. Just getting out of the shower and almost killed myself." I laugh. "Yeah, I've done that a few times since I had my leg off." "You much be Malee." "Yup, the one and only. Leslie had some nice things to say about you. We should meet." I swab the thick white towel over my body and around my raging erection as I listen to her sensual voice. 'Meet, hell-l yeah-h,' I yell to myself and pump my fist. "Listen Jake, I have a few things to do, but maybe we can meet in an hour. Your hotel is not far from where I'm going." "Perfect. I just hope I can wait that long." I chuckle. "Well with that enthusiasm, you sound like the perfect man for me. I'll change into a shorter skirt. How's that sound?" I mumble something and consider it is just as well that she probably didn't understand. "Wow," I finally manage to say. "Give me a jingle when you get here." "Uh-huh, How about if I just give you a hard-on." She laughs and hangs up before I can say anything else. A few spontaneous streams of come land on my foot then thigh as I hang the phone up. "Shit," I groan then stumble back into the bathroom to shower again. - I'm dressed in khaki trousers and a white short-sleeved shirt long before the phone rings. A trail has formed in the carpet from my anxiously pacing back and forth. I grab the phone and take a deep breath before speaking, then a second, before saying anything. I listen to her voice for a moment then I suggest she come up to the room and she agrees. There is a knock on the door and I jerk it open before her knuckles rap a second time. "Oh my-y god-d," I drawl as I take in the beautiful woman with black hair and no makeup standing before me. She needs none. She's a little over five-feet tall. Slim, with breasts that provide shape to her chest hidden by a loose fitting black sleeveless blouse. The white pleated skirt dangles just past her rounded hips, yet show none of her stump. The nicely shaped leg ends with a black high-heal shoe, something I find sexy on women with one leg. "Come in, please," I beg. "Jake, baby-y," she coos as she stretches to reach my lips. I bend and we finally kiss. I move to stand back up and she continues the kiss, letting it deepen, tempting me to just lift her higher. Her hand rubs across my chest, the fingers slipping between the buttons of my shirt. "Leslie said something about handsome, she was so-o right ... a real understatement. Probably was a waste to wear my panties." She snickers then moves gracefully into the middle of the room. "I guess we were both misled." I chuckle. "There's hardly an adequate way to describe how beautiful you truly are." "Thank you Jake. You're sweet to say that." We stand in silence, just looking at each other for a long moment. She pulls her lower lip suggestively between her teeth and holds it there for a second. "How long have you been interested in amputees?" she asks finally. "Have a seat," I suggest as I point at the loveseat in the small sitting area of the room. "Can I get you something to drink?" I move towards the mini-bar. "Whiskey, if you have any," she replies as she sits with a small flourish of her skirt leaving even more of her leg exposed. A patch of white fabric caresses between her thighs and a hint of stump peaks out. She stretches the lone leg out, rolling the foot about a few times. I hand her the glass and hold mine as I sit next to her. "Forever," I finally answer her question about my interest in amputees. "A woman down the street when I was young had one leg. Eventually, she was my first lover." "Ever know anyone like me, someone that 'wanted' to be an amputee?" I watch her sip the drink and mentally undress her. I sip a little. "No, no I haven't. I understand Leslie does that kind of surgery." "Yes and more often than I would have thought ... and for all kinds of reasons. I wanted it for myself. Cost me a near-marriage. He had offered to take care of me after my parents died. He was good to me and I trusted him. I told him one night after a particularly great fuck about my plans for my leg and he vanished in a few hours." "I wouldn't do that." "Fuck or leave?" She teasingly asks. I gulp the rest of my drink, almost choking in the process. "Leave." I smile then take her half empty glass and put it on the table next to mine. "Heavens, are you about to take advantage of a poor cripple?" She says with a huge smile. "I hope." I lean closer and cover her mouth with mine then feel her tongue push between my lips. My hand feels a naked breast hiding just beneath the blouse, the nipple quickly hardening. Before I have a chance to feel under her skirt or anywhere, she's pulling at my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. "Do you know how long it's been?" She groans into my mouth. Her hand is quickly inside my boxers with fingers wrapping around my shaft. "Good size." My hand finally slides under the near non-existent skirt and finds her stump to be only a few inches long, just a small mound of flesh next to thong panties. I fondle for a moment. "Great stump," I say without removing my lips from hers. I quickly kiss down her chest as I push the blouse upward. Nipples still call to me and I answer with them each. I feel the soft mounds as I suckle here and there to sounds of deep breaths. I leave them begging as I continue my journey along wonderful skin. The skirt provides no resistance as it gives way to all below. My lips roam over the fabric of the thong for a while as I enjoy her fragrance and my hand fondles the stump so near. Together, our fingers rip at the waistband of the thong and feel it pull past my mouth and part way down her thigh. "Will you kiss my pussy?" she quizzes just as I drag my tongue though her wet slit the first time. "Oh Jake-e," she moans as her leg stretches to the side giving me more room to devour her. "No guy has wanted to do that to me." "Fools," I mumble into her opening while my hands cup her hips and feel their warmth. Her crotch wiggles and moves over my face as my lips pry her clit from its hood and pull the bud between them. A finger pushes between lips into wet darkness. A second quickly joins. Fingertips find great places to touch and rub. "Baby-y," she roars. I roll her bud between my lips tightly gripping it as my fingers tend to other begging places they already have found. My mouth moves around my fingers nibbling folds of skin swelling with excitement. "Oh-h yeah-h ... oh-h yeah-h," she joyously moans. "You're a winner ... suck me-e." She begins pulling at the blouse and soon it joins the other garments on the floor. My knees sore from the carpet, I stand and pull at her hand. She hops besides me, breasts swaying with each, until we fall beside each other on the bed with mouths locked in mortal combat with tongues lashing at each other. She rolls atop me, teasingly toying her slit against my cock, her nipples graze mine. Her eyes pierce my soul as she watches me, waiting for me to beg her to take me all the way. Her slit eats the head for a moment. "Nice, isn't it?" she quizzes, knowing the answer without need for a reply. My tongue swipes my lip hoping to moisten the dryness away. I gasp a few times as she releases the bite and take another. She could do this for the rest of the day, or my life. I feel the way her hips lightly touch my thighs as she rocks up and back, never taking much of me inside her. She pins my hands to the bed next to my head so I can't touch. I want her nipples as they scream into my face, swaying close but never enough to grab with my lips. My tongue swats at one and misses. She snickers enjoying the tease. Just as I think I can't take anymore, just as I almost come, her slit pulls away. I find her on her back and me on top, her lone foot rising then falling against my lower back. It pulls me inside. The wetness surrounds all that wants to be there. I struggle not to race. Her voice coos something and I understand she is struggling too, but wishes to take her time. Hotel: Renovation I savor the near lack of anything against my thigh on her left as I had savored the taste of where I now slide. She nibbles at her lower lip and her eyelids flutter softly as a finger drags along my face. "Don't ever stop," she whispers, her foot still against me, moving with each stroke of me inside. - Her stump rests against my face. The rolling of my cock head in her mouth wakes me from a quick nap after a perfect fuck. I ponder if it was as perfect as her fiance's fuck before her explanation about the pending demise of her leg. I let her continue for a while as I attempt to control my breathing, which threatens to turn into gasps from the excitement. "Hey babe," she coos as it falls from her lips. "Did you know you're the first?" "What?" "To eat my pussy and make me come that way. Congratulations." She snickers. "I'd like to do that again." "Can't right now, got to go, but maybe we can later tonight?" "That's a long time from now." I groan. "Sorry," she says as she dresses. "Maybe it'll be worth the wait." She snickers and picks up the crutches. I watch as she moves towards the door, the flip of her skirt teasing my eyes with each step. I glance at the thong still on the bed and hold it to my face with both hands then inhale deeply. She smiles. "When? We can have dinner ... right?" Still undressed but holding the thong limply from a finger, I stand and follow my erection toward her. "Jake, your cock...." She moves a few steps and kneels in front, crutches on the floor, taking me between her lips. Holding onto one of my legs with a single hand, she takes several inches into her mouth a few times tightening her lips all the while. My hand rests on her head, fingers playing in her hair. "Arrg-g," I groan as the streams of come blast into her mouth. I listen to her gulp with each new one and she milks me nicely. She stands and wipes a hand over her lips a few times. "Will that hold you for a while?" She drags ten fingernails down my chest leaving small marks. "Huh?" She calmly takes the thong and pushes it into the brown leather bag slung around her neck past a shoulder and dangling along one side by her hip. Again, she approaches the door and with her hand on the doorknob, whispers over her shoulder, lips puckered nicely, "Six. Bye." Then she is gone. - The shower feels good, though the humidity will ruin the feeling soon. As I sit on the bed to dress, I hold the pillow against my face and smell her fragrance while reliving the pleasurable, but far too short, time with her. I leave the hotel and walk for several blocks, watching the women, some more lovely than others as I make my way back to where I met Nom. "Whiskey!" I call to the barkeeper over the noise of the crowd, a different one from before, dressed in a dark sleeveless dress. She smiles in acknowledgement. As she turns to grab a glass and pour me a drink, I notice her left arm is off several inches below the shoulder. I study the stump then let my eyes wander over the rest of her finding an attractive woman, younger than me, short with dark skin. A name badge pinned just above a breast reads 'Ming'. The money is already on the bar when she puts the glass down. I smile at her for a moment. "Nice look," I say as my eyes focus on the stump. "Yeah? I don't get that response often." She glances around to see if anyone is ready for a refill, then leans against the bar facing me, the hand just resting on the dark wood. "You're new here." The fingers drum the wood a few times then fall flat again. "Uh-huh. Business ... and as much pleasure as possible." I chuckle as I look her over again and notice a wedding band on the ring finger of her right hand. I feel a let down wash over me. My eyes drill deep into the exposed cleavage between perfect mounds of breasts. "What happened?" I boldly ask, knowing there is nothing to lose. "My husband is into missing arms. A wedding gift to him." She laughs as she waves the stump around a few times before clutching it between her fingers. She rubs as I stare. "He must be fucking special." I chug part of the drink and put it down a little hard. "Hey, it's Bangkok. Anything can be had for money." "Yeah, you?" I ask in a slightly gruff tone. "No," she tersely replies and watches my face for a moment. "Have you seen Nom? She's going to have her leg off someday, so she says." I chug the rest of the drink and hold the glass up as if to suggest I want another. "Uh-huh. We talked this morning ... quite a woman." "Big boobs." She laughs as she pours more whiskey into the glass. "Some guys like that." She laughs again. "We don't get many in here that want a woman missing a limb. I know a few like me." She pushes the refilled glass towards me. "Really? Tell me." "If you're into whores...." She pauses to gauge my reaction and sees me nod and shrug my shoulders. "I know one missing both legs way up high." I bulge hard against my trousers as I watch her and listen to what she's saying. "How high?" I quiz after I take a sip in hopes of calming down. I don't. I chug the rest and push the empty towards her to refill. The lone hand reaches for a bottle and pours. I watch with fascination. "One leg at the hip, the other four or five inches long. Does that sound interesting?" "What does she look like?" "Dark skin kid." She reaches under the counter and pulls out several pictures. "I try to line up business for her." She spreads the pictures out. I look for just a second and find a girl in suggestive poses. I struggle with my morals for another moment and push them back. "Way too young." "She'll give you the time of your life," Ming says as she scoops the pictures up with her only hand. One picture falls back onto the bar, a different woman, Ming's age, missing an arm and a leg. She catches me looking and letting my finger rub over the worn surface of the glossy and wrinkled photograph. "Does that interest you? It's my husband's sister." "Oh-h," I drawl, sounding disappointed. "She fucks real good." She chuckles. "Mostly with him." "Your husband?" I ask. "Yeah-h man, crazy sex. I love to watch ... sometimes I join in. She's not available." A customer yells asking for a refill, and she lets the picture drop under the bar. I grunt aloud then finish the drink in a single gulp. - Three drinks and an hour of talking to Ming, the one-arm barkeeper, leave me horny like the anticipation of the first visit of Malee. The booze doesn't help either. The room air conditioner groans as it struggles to make a difference and I mop my brow with a towel. The cool shower helps some and I dry off with one of the towels from before. The day is long and I feel the need for a short nap. When I awake, the message light is blinking. I rub my eyes and try to focus on the clock. "Eleven. Shit!" I curse aloud in the darkness of the room. At the front desk, the woman casually hands me an envelope with my name and I rip it open. There's an erotic picture of Malee massaging another woman's stump. I unfold a piece of paper and read. "Jake, was here at six with her. Thought you'd enjoy both of us. Sorry. Malee." I groan and shove it all into my pocket. I jerk it back and reread. There is no number and she called before so don't have her number. I mumble something as I stuff it back in my pocket. "Everything okay?" the woman asks. "I fucked up in a big way. Yeah, it'll be okay." "The one missing a leg? She was cute. So was the one with her." "Yeah-h?" She returns to whatever she was doing as I walk out into the hot night air and in the opposite direction from what would have taken me to the bar where I met Nom and then Ming, the one with a sister missing an arm and leg, something I keep thinking about as I walk. I dodge a few people and watch men with arms around short lovely Thai women knowing they will be having a good evening for a small amount of money. - The strip club is loud and filled with people and smoke as I muscle my way to the bar. "Whiskey!" I shout. The burly bald man with tattoos and a black leather vest behind the bar nods and pours my drink. He grunts as I swap some money for the glass and look around. A small stage in one corner has a nude dancer hanging onto a pole shaking her hips at some guy shoving bills in her direction. Other men just toss money on the stage. I get closer and watch for a few minutes. She's Thai - short with nice body. A woman I wouldn't reject even with a full set of limbs. She notices me and gyrates in front of me thrusting her shaved mound in my direction and parting the folds of pink skin for me to see as she makes suggestive motions with her tongue. I grin, but do nothing other than sip my watered down drink. A second woman comes on and exchanges place with her. I check her out - not Asian, a little taller, dark brown, nice breasts, slender with nice curves, bare feet and just as naked as the other woman is. She makes her first twirl around the pole and I see she is missing all of her right arm. Just the rounded shoulder remains. The other men boo and hiss as they each see the same thing, then walk away one by one. I toss a ten on the stage and hold my glass up in a mock toast. She spins around the pole a few times and drives one leg up along it. Some man yells a rude remark and tosses a quarter on the stage. It twirls like her then falls flat. I throw another ten on the old wooden stage that looks like a million girls have danced there. I am the last man watching and she gruffly grabs the two tens, leaves the quarter, and then steps from the stage beside me. A new woman struts out from the back then takes her place at the pole. Her hand reaches for my drink. "Can I?" she quizzes in a surprisingly sensual voice with a touch of a French accent. She takes a sip and hands it back to me. "Thanks, want to sit?" She struts to a table by the wall and sits, putting the money slightly to one side. I take a seat across from her, sip, and then put the glass in the middle of the table. "We can share," I say as I more closely look at her. Her foot now rests between my thighs, massaging a raging erection. "I'm Eva." She grins leaving her face even lovelier. "Assholes," she groans, her eyes glancing back towards where the rude customer had been. "I'm Jake. Been dancing long?" "A while. Max, the owner and bartender, tries to work in an amputee every now and then. It's better during the day. At night, guys just want to see tits and pussy." She sips the shared drink. I continue to look at the dark-skinned woman, wearing nothing, sitting across from me. It feels strange to be in the company of a naked woman in a bar, but this one is pretty and missing an arm. I look closely at the shoulder without an arm and begin to realize how nice it appears. "Had that very long?" I ask as I take her lone hand in mine and rub her fingers gently. "A while," she replies and rolls the armless shoulder a few times. Her foot continues to massage my crotch and I wonder if I will be able to control the reaction to the foot and the shoulder. "I came from Africa a year ago ... stabbed my husband after he let his brother rape me while watching." "I take it he's okay." I give a nervous chuckle. "Hardly ... dead fucker is what he is. I escaped with few clothes and a small amount of money. Made it to Bangkok ... good place to hide from your past." As I listen, I find my erection waning slightly even though her foot continues to rub. "I'd been here a month when I met another woman like this." She looks at her shoulder and shrugs the armless object. "She'd found a doc to amputate ... something she had wanted done." "And you 'just' thought it looked nice?" Maybe my tone is a little flip, but I've said it and I can't stuff the words back in my mouth. "Maybe you won't understand." She sips the last of the drink and I flag a server down. "Two whiskeys. Jack Daniel's if you have any." The scantly clad Asian woman nods and walks away. "Good. If you don't ask, they use cheap ass liquor and water it down," she says as she gives her shoulder a rub. "Growing up, there were many people in my village that lost arms because the government didn't like us. It didn't happen to me, but I did find a curious erotic quality to the way a person looked with one arm. When I met this woman and learned it was something I could have done, I did it a few weeks later. No big deal." I look at her for a long moment as she again rubs the shoulder. "I think you look lovely that way." "Thank you." I come to Bangkok once a year for business and pleasure. This time I have noticed quite a few amputee women. Two I've spoken with and they told me about a doc ... Leslie." Eva nods a few times and sips from the new glass just put on the table. "She's a darling, a real angel." She takes my hand and holds it, her fingers still damp from the glass. "So, do you like to look at amputees?" She grins and moves the shoulder. "Yeah. I'm still a bit overwhelmed having a beautiful naked woman across from me, rubbing her foot against me." I snicker. "I don't go home with customers. Usually they're just assholes. For some reason, I have a good feeling about you. Maybe I could make an exception." She drags her tongue over her lower lip then sucks the lip suggestively between her teeth. "If you'd like, that is." She chugs the rest of the drink. "Really?" My erection returns full force and I forget all about her dead husband. "I'd love to." "Let me dress and I'll meet you out front." "I hope I will recognize you with clothes." I laugh and finish my drink while watching her naked hips sway with each step. I lean against the front of the building thinking about Eva and her missing arm, how nice it looks, how nice she looks. I drift in my thoughts of Ming and the pictures she showed me. It becomes a picture book as I flash on all the women I've seen today beginning with the one with one crutch and one leg. I ignore a few female voices that proposition me. "Hey baby," Eva coos then pecks at my lips. I open my eyes and notices she is wearing a sleeveless tan dress that ends just above the knees and leaves a healthy amount of cleavage showing. She is slightly taller because of the black high-heal shoes rather than being barefooted. "Wow," I say and let my hand rest on her waist for a moment before pulling her closer. Our lips meet and stay together for a while as our tongues play in the other's mouth. I let my hand hold her armless shoulder and she doesn't complain. "I'm staying at a hotel nearby, the Manor House Hotel," I say as the kiss ends. "I've seen it from the outside. It looks like a great place to stay." I give the armless shoulder a quick peck. "I think it will get a lot nicer in a few minutes." I chuckle then pull on her hand. I keep her hand in mine as we walk beside each other, the hands occasionally swinging between us like new lovers out for a stroll. I look down at the high-heal shoes and wish there was only one. "Penny for your thoughts," she teases then pecks a kiss on my neck. "Just thinking how lucky I was to have met you tonight." "You're sweet, Jake." We walk a few more steps in silence. "I saw you looking at my feet. Were you wishing one of them was gone?" I let my eyes drift upward to her face and nod. "I don't know many others like me ... you know, wanted to be missing something. Most that I do know are missing a leg." "I think we're going to have a nice time tonight." "Me too. I like you Jake. You seem to understand. At least you 'like' amputees." The woman at the front desk that gave me the envelope with the picture of Malee looks up as we walk by. I catch her smile as she watches us, probably wondering what I see in women with amputations. I click the lock shut on the door as I watch Eva remove her dress easily with her lone hand. She is naked other than her high-heal shoes. "Do you realize what those shoes are doing to me? I love high-heal shoes." "Darling," she coos as she walks towards me and puts her single hand on my chest then leans forwards just enough to kiss me for a moment. She twists slightly, pressing the armless shoulder against my lips, and rubs the dark chocolate skin around. She moans in orgasmic bliss and continues rubbing. My hand cups a breast and fondles it fully feeling the way her nipple and the skin around it form a pleasant mound of its own against my palm. I would love to kiss her lips, but I am enjoying the feel of the stump against my mouth even more. "You know your way around a stump," she teases as she pulls it away. "There're other parts I know a lot more about." I pull against the small of her back and let my lips ravage her mouth while the other hand cups over her mound with fingers feeling inside. "I'll keep my shoes on for you," she coos. I hear only moans of pleasure flowing from her mouth as she rides my hand, her hips dancing. She pulls at my belt and unfastens my trousers then quickly unzips them. Her hand worms inside my boxers and grabs at my erection. "Shame to hide this," she tells me then pushes against the waistband enough to expose it and my hips. The hand again holding my shaft pulls me towards the bed. I follow willingly. My fingers, damp from inside her, drag between my lips, as I taste. "Hmmm." "What, darling?" she quizzes. "You have so many fine parts to your body, I don't know where to start." She laughs as she sits letting the shoes remain on her feet, and turns towards me with fingers parting her folds of skin showing me wet pink skin. "How about with my-y pussy?" She snickers and spreads her legs wide. I lap her wetness repeatedly often paying attention to her clit with both my tongue and lips. Fingers play deep inside - fucking and rubbing everywhere. "Oh-h baby-y, baby-y" she moans in punctuated gasps loud enough I hear her, and with each word, thrusts against my hand. "Oh-h, yeah-h," she roars. "I'd forgotten how good-d...." She thrust hard almost driving my face away then begins a series of low moans without words. Her hand musses with my hair and I catch a glimpse of the armless shoulder waving around. "Jake, baby-y," she moans as her channel squeezes tighter. "God-d ... oh-h, oh-h." Then the climax seems to fade as quickly as it started and she falls limp on the sheet. "My, my. Not that I've been with many men, but none have given me such a wonderful one so-o quickly." She relaxes for a moment. "Honey-y, darling. Just think if one of my legs was completely off." I slip up along side her so our lips are together. She curls her fingers around my shaft and lightly strokes me while pecking kisses over my lips. The shoes heal drags along my thigh. "I want to suck this," she whispers as she kisses my ear. "First, I just want to kiss some. I want to taste myself on your lips ... your tongue." My hand cups the shoulder and feels the scars as we kiss deeply. "That feels so nice," she assures me as she rolls the shoulder in my grip. I let the kiss end and look at her brown eyes and kissable lips. "Did you ever want to leave more?" A fingertip drags across the shoulder. "I thought about it ... hand, forearm, just above the elbow, higher but not all the way off. How much would you have liked me to leave?" "It's sexy just this way." I kiss it a few times between strokes of my fingertips over the scars. "Hmmm, you are gentle," she says as she pushes the stump against my hand and rubs firmly. "You won't break it." She chuckles. We play with different parts of each other for a while without trying to overly excite. Her nipples seem to enjoy the attention and I have fun with her breasts. "Twice, you've mentioned something about your leg," I say without really asking a question. "I've seen several around using one crutch. I like the look." Hotel: Renovation "If it is what you want...." "Maybe more of a fantasy. I don't know. I just saw you looking at my feet when we were walking. I got the feeling you were more of a missing leg kind of guy." "I'm having a wonderful time with you." "Yeah, I bet you didn't expect to find a black girl in your bed." "At least not one missing all of her arm." I laugh and give her a playful swat on the thigh. "You wanted an Asian woman, didn't you ... missing most of one leg? I understand. Can I just spend the night with you? We'll have some great sex." "What if we want more after we wake up?" "I like the sound of that, white man." She laughs. - The sun is up long before we finish taking each other in every way. We make our way to the large shower. The refreshing water pours over us as we take turns standing under the showerhead. She holds the washcloth up as if to ask me to wash her. "It'll be nice to have someone with both hands," she teases as she turns her back to me. I rub the soap against the washcloth then begin lathering her lovely skin. She juts her hips out slightly as I finish the small of her back. "Nice ass," I say letting the cloth slide over them and though the crevasse between them. "And if both legs were gone, leaving to nicely rounded hips ... would that give you a hard-on?" She snickers. "Man-n, you have a nice cock." She reaches behind her and finds my erection. "Does this 'ever' get soft?" She laughs. "Not with talk about your legs." "Honey, baby-y." She wiggles her hips and I slip my hands over the lathered black skin of her bottom until the suds are gone then I let my fingers reach between her thighs a rub her mound. She press hips against me, driving my erection inside her pussy as she leans forward. "Fuck mama-a," she coos, wiggling again to get the last of me inside her. My balls slap with each furious thrust. "Great cunt," I groan as I grip her hips with both hands. "Without legs, I might never give you a rest." I drive even harder the next time. "Fuck my legless hips, fuck me-e all the time." The water begins to run cool as we stave off our orgasms for as long as possible. I twist at the knob for the hot water and it begins to warm. My hands slip from her hips around until they are over her mound. One continues to play while the other searches for her shoulder. "Love the sound of that," I tell her with my lips pressed against her back, still pounding at against her hips. - Her bare feet spread slightly apart as I kneel to dry the lower portions of her body, having spent a considerable amount of time attending to the upper body already. "I could leave just a little thigh stump," she whispers. "Probably the left leg." Her voice is still quiet. I peck kisses up the dried legs and then nibble her clit. She pulls my face against her mound and rubs my lips over the sweet tasting opening for a while. "Nah. It's all a fantasy. Probably just like you being with a one-armed black girl." She steps back with a frustrated grunt and I stand with my hands against her waist. "What brought that on?" I quiz. "Just being realistic, I guess." She walks past and picks up her dress. "I had a nice time." She slips it over her head and adjusts it as the fabric finishes moving along her body. Her feet wiggle into the shoes and she looks towards me. "Do you want some breakfast?" I ask. "I work this morning." She glances at the clock. "I have a little time." She sits in the overstuffed chair by the bed and watches me dress without saying anything. Her hand rubs the shoulder some then slips under the dress and plays. I stand and buckle my belt, my eyes glued to doing whatever she is doing. "Just finger fucking," she says then stands. She takes a few steps in my direction and lets her hand drag down my chest. "You keep me aroused." She snickers then pecks a small kiss on my lips, not letting me return the kiss. "I'd love to wake up with you every morning." She pecks another kiss and I feel under the dress. "There's a place kind of next door I've eaten at." As the hotel door closes behind us and the humidity quickly makes us as wet as if we'd just stepped from the shower, Malee stops us. She's wearing a similar outfit from yesterday, a very short skirt, but a tight blouse outlining the contours of her breasts and nipples. "We'll, is this what kept us apart last night?" Malee quickly surveys Eva, spending a little extra time looking at the shoulder. "Jake, you have excellent tastes. I completely approve." I make the introductions and explain how I overslept yesterday. "Come have breakfast with us," Eva says while looking at Malee. "I take it, you're like that for the same reason I'm like this." She wiggles the shoulder. "Probably we both saw Leslie." I move towards the door of the restaurant and they follow. The hostess gives a pleasant sigh as she picks up three menus and leads us to a booth. I ask for coffee and the women make an agreeable nod letting her know they wish coffee too. Malee sits on the outside of the seat next to Eva's right side. "How long is your stump?" Eva asks. "I've often thought about having a leg off at the hip." "Nearly all of it, right Jake?" Malee grins at me. Eva flashes her a look then smiles, as she understands I have been with Malee. "He's good, isn't he?" "Uh-huh-h," she drawls as her gaze drifts from me to her. "But I didn't have enough time." She heaves a deep sigh. "I do have a thing for women missing parts ... just in case you might." She snickers. The conversation pauses long enough to order and the waitress to leave. "Didn't know that, did ya, Jake." She takes Eva's hand and holds it tenderly. "Hmmm," I mumble as I watch them cuddle a little closer. Malee drags a fingertip over the armless shoulder. "How long?" "Nearly a year. And you?" "Six months. I was about to marry a guy I'd been seeing for some time. One night I told him about my 'thing' to have one leg. He left." "Shit," Eva groans. "Most guys just after the perfect body." She shakes her head a few times. "I dumped my husband, literally, after he let his brother rape me. I ended up here and soon found Leslie and finished a dream." She pats her shoulder. "How'd you meet Jake?" Malee asks. The waitress interrupts to put the plates on the table and refill the cups. She asks if we need anything and then leaves. "I dance at a bar. Max, the owner, gives women like us a chance to make money. Thinks he's doing us a 'favor' since we 'can't' do anything 'else'." She shakes salt and then pepper on her scrambled eggs. "Jake came in late just before my last turn on the stage." "I'd love to see you dance," Malee says as she chews a bite. "Bet you're hot, naked and all." She eats another bite and lets her eyes suggestively look over Eva, lingering on the shoulder again. "You and Jake would be about the only ones then." She groans then takes another sip of coffee. "What do you do?" "Teach high school. Mostly English and math." "Brainy woman. I finished high school. Most don't even do that where I come from. I was going to teach. How do the kids handle you with one leg?" "Some of the boys get boners." She laughs. "I imagine they whack off at night thinking about me." "Some grown men probably do that over me," Eva says then chuckles. "Jake, let's go see Eva dance." She turns towards Eva. "When's your next time?" Eva looks around the restaurant in search of a clock and finds one. "In about half an hour." "Can we?" She again asks me. I consider how nicely they are getting along with each other. There seems to be no anger towards me. An image of the three of us in bed flashes though my mind as the waitress leaves the check on the table. I cover it with money before she has a chance to leave then give it a wave as if to say she can keep the rest for a tip. - The early lunch crowd in the strip bar is different from the night before, mostly businessmen in suits. Malee and I order drinks at the bar before finding a table. Eva goes in though a door on the alley in the back. On stage is a European woman, pretty, naked, and missing both legs completely, crawling around, rolling on her back, and spreading her pussy wide with two fingers. One man in a suit is tossing fistfuls of paper money on the stage and whistling loudly throughout her performance. "Fantastic!" the man yells as she collects the money scattered around then crawls to the back of the stage. "The best!" the man yells just before the woman rolls out of sight in a wheelchair. He looks around about the time we sit at a table up front by the stage. "Did you catch that? Wish they had strippers like her back home." Without even seeming to noticing Malee's missing leg, he stands and walks outside. "Guess he likes legless women," Malee quips before taking the first sip of her drink. "I got the impression that Eva might want to be like that. You know, without 'any' stumps." "Really? Makes my panties damp ... if I had any on." She chuckles. "What else don't I know about you?" I watch her nipples press against the blouse with the next breath. "Let's see...." I rub my chin in mock thought then I snicker. Eva struts onto the stage wearing just the high-heal shoes from before. This time she does nothing to hide the missing arm as she had initially done last night. A few men whoop and holler. Malee claps her hands loudly and whistles. "Yeah babe!" she shouts. Eva grabs the pole, spins around a few times, and then grinds against it letting her hips freely dance. She leans back and her hair nearly touches the floor as one leg rides upward along the pole. "Great boobs!" Malee yells. "Nice ass too!" I am having as much fun watching her reaction as I am watching Eva. I sip my drink and take turns looking at each woman, all the while realizing how attracted I am to Malee. I applaud often, but not as much or as loud as Malee. "Strut your stuff darling!" Malee yells. I glance around and notice she is about the only person so involved in the performance. I chuckle to myself. Eva takes a big bow with a flourish of her single arm then walks off stage. I take Malee's hand in mine as I look deep into her eyes. "God, you are wonderful," I tell her. "More than Eva?" she asks as she sit back up from kissing me. "Would that be so bad?" I quiz staring into her gaze. "Hardly, but I was ready to think the three of us would be one big family." "Oh-h, okay-y." I squeeze her hand and smile at her. "No complaints from me." "You're sweet to say that, but...." "Hey, why so serious?" Eva says as she sits at the table. She's dressed against in the same clothes from earlier. "You were fantastic up there. I wish I could be so free." Malee shifts in the chair and takes Eva's hand softly in hers. She repositions her hand and lets her fingers intertwine with Eva's fingers. "What?" she begs. "I find you very exciting. I don't know how you feel about being with another woman...." Malee withdraws her hand and glances between Eva and me. "Wow, I don't know how to answer that," Eva replies as she looks at me. "I've been mostly a straight woman." "Mostly?" I question. "Uh-huh. Like last night with you. That was great. If I never found anything better, I'd be a happy woman." She sips from my glass then puts it down in front of me. "The woman with one arm that I met after getting here, the one that introduced me to Leslie, we spent some 'quality' time together." Malee takes her hand again then pulls my hand so all three are together. "I enjoyed Jake the other afternoon ... a lot. I can't deny that I did. I like the feel of a woman's body against me too. That is, if it is missing a limb or two." She snickers. "Or more." I listen and know I am about to bust out the zipper in my trousers as Eva pecks a kiss on Malee's lips that seems ready to become a longer one. "Ah...." I mumble. The still hold hands as they turn towards me and smile. "Yeah, Jake," Malee begins. "I'm assuming you are part of this, the three of us, if you want. That's what I want." She glances at Eva then takes a sip. "For sure," Eva says, grabbing my glass again. "That'd be the best of both worlds." - I hold Eva's hand as we walk towards the hotel, each of us watching Malee just in front of us. A hot breeze catches the short skirt and flips it up revealing what we both seem to enjoy, what we both seem to desire. "Nice ass," Eva coos just loud enough for her to hear. "Afternoon, Jake," the woman at the front desk of the hotel says as we pass. By now, she has seen me with each woman individually and now with both. She was the one that handed me the fateful envelope. "Have a pleasant time," she offers as she watches the three of us walk towards the elevator. I am in a dream as the room door closes behind us and I twist the lock. When I turn towards the bed, they are already undressed with lips welded in perpetual kiss. Hands quickly explore everywhere as new lovers do. Eva moves so they can both enjoy the delights between the other's thighs, her hand fondles Malee's stump as her tongue digs deep between the wet folds of skin. "Oh god-d," Malee roars as the tongue roams around her clit and lips nibble the erect bud. "Oh, oh, yeah-h ... darling." I finish undressing and sit in the overstuffed chair near the bed. My hand holds my erection for a moment before slowly jacking. I make no effort to come, just provide a little distraction while I watch the women. "Ah-h," Malee repeats quickly as Eva's fingers fly in and out. "Come for me," Eva begs between pecks around the pussy lips, avoiding her rapidly moving fingers. "Yeah, like that," she coos as she feels the contractions and quivers ravage her partners body. "Good girl. Yeah." Eva looks at me as she plays with her arm stump in a suggestive manner. "Jake, baby. You should be with us. Let us take care of that." She looks at my erection, as she grows quiet. - The shower water streams over the three of us as we take turns washing one another. I stand behind Eva and peck a few kisses along her neck while my hand plays with her shoulder, fingers feeling the scars. My erection bangs against the crevasse of her ass and she reaches behind and takes it in her wet hand. "Let me," Malee begs as she swats the hand away. "Guess I'll just have to play with your pussy," Eva teases. "Damn-n straight." The water turns cool for the third time even after I adjust the knob. Malee reaches over with a groan and turns the water off. "Fun while it lasted," she whispers. We dry each other off and sprawl on the bed. Sometimes we kiss; others we just fondle body parts. "This is too good to ever end," I say. "Does it have too? Eva quizzes as she nuzzles her armless shoulder against my lips. "How long will you be here?" "Jake, how long?" Malee begs between pecks at my cock head. "We could take turns giving you blow jobs." She snickers then playfully takes the head between her lips. "Think of all the pussy you could munch on ... whenever you feel a need," Eva says as she fondles Malee's stump. I sit up slightly and watch Malee tease my cock with her lips. "I'm here on business ... and pleasure. I love it here and offered to move. The company is in the hotel business and bought a resort along the coast. The remodeling to bring it up to our standards is almost complete." "Where, along the gulf?" I nod. "Pattaya ... I'll be the manager and will be going there next week to help supervise the final work and ready the place for opening of the Golden Sands Resort." "Can we come?" Malee begs. "I'd actually like that. What about your jobs?" "Not like I'm getting rich," Eva groans. "Will you live at the hotel?" Malee asks. "We could help find a place the three of us would like. I can teach anywhere." "Yeah, I don't have to dance. I was going to be a teacher ... once upon a time. I bet I could work someplace there." - Sunday, we check into the Savoy Hotel near the empty hotel under renovation. The clerk spends more time looking at Eva and Malee than processing my registration. We hand him our passports and he returns them without even a glance. "The suite with one king bed overlooks the water, high enough so the noise of people on the beach won't bother you," he explains as he slides three cardkeys across the marble counter top. "Room eleven-fifteen, to the left out of the elevator." I can tell by the middle-aged man's expression that his mind is fluttering with the idea we'll all sleep in the same bed. "Thank you," I say as I take the cards and walk along side the two women with my hands resting lightly on the small of their backs. I hear a choking sound from the clerk but don't look back for fear I'll see a man struggling with a heart attack from a mind full of thoughts about us. I lock the room door as Eva pulls the drapes open to survey the view. "Wow! I've never seen anything so beautiful," she coos. "Other than the two of you naked on the bed," I tease as I stand behind Malee and kiss her neck. She looks up and rubs her cheek against me then twists in my arms. Her hands roam the insides of my thighs. "I could get very used to this," she whispers into my shirt. "Should we check out the beach?" I ask. "I don't have a swimsuit," Eva says. "Me either," Malee says. "We can't go naked, I guess." She snickers. "That's easy to resolve. I bet we can find something quite skimpy." I laugh. "What, a thong?" Malee asks. "You'd be a fox in something like that," Eva coos. A beachwear shop is in the hotel lobby near the exit to the pool area and we browse casually through the swimsuits. "Here's something for you Jake," Malee says as she holds the smallest possible thong and laughs. I pick up a black bikini and hold it against her. "How about this for you?" Eva brings a dark red one-piece suit, cut deep in the front and high from the leg holes, and holds it up. "I like this for me." She twists it around and shows us the small strap that would snake up her ass. "Do you think I'd give anyone a heart attack?" She chuckles. "What are you getting?" she asks me. I hold up a black pair of baggy swim trunks with short legs. "Something like this. I need to hide my ... you know how it gets around you two." I chuckle then take a quick peek around to see if anyone is listening. Walking across the lobby to the elevator on the way back to the room to change, I hear a man's voice calling my name. I glance around and the women stop beside me also looking. "Hey, Mike," I say with my hand out to shake his. I glance at Eva and Malee and introduce them. "He'll be working with me until the renovation is finished and the hotel is open." I look back at him and see a slightly shocked expression just as a woman stops beside him. "Ah, this is Emily, my wife." Mike makes the introductions. "When did you get here?" he asks me. "Last week ... spent some time in Bangkok." I smile as I take in Emily's appearance. She is attractive and tall, nicely shaped. Curly blond hair drapes her shoulders. I continue looking and guess her to be my age, probably ten years younger than Mike. "We've been here a month," Mike explains as he studies Malee and then Eva in mild confusion about why I would be with someone like them. I notice Emily also looking, but she seems interested in a different way. "We just bought some new swimwear, thought we'd check out the beach. Do you want to join us?" She says yes at the same time he says no. She looks hard at him then sweetly at Malee then back at him. "I'd like to." She glares at him. "Do whatever you want." The tone of her voice makes it seem there is a lot of tension in their relationship. She glares a moment longer then looks back at me. "I'll meet you at the bar." She points out the door by the swimwear shop. I catch a strange glance Mike gives Emily. We walk away and overhear a brief, but tense exchange.