Camilla Ch. 089

When Peter had finished fucking Veronica, the four men got back on their boat, agreeing to sail back to shore and meet with the girls there.

As they sailed their boats back to the dock, Camilla cleaned the come off herself in the shower below, and Veronica got dressed. When they reached the shore and were ready to get off their boats, Camilla stayed naked.

The men waited by the girls' boat, watching the girls get off. Veronica joined Peter, while the other three men ogled Camilla's nudity.

"Don't you want to get dressed?" Richard asked.

"You say I have a beautiful body," she said, still in her breathy 'Marilyn' persona. "I should stay nude."

"OK," Paul said. "Let's all surround her in a circle as we walk back to your hotel; that way, we won't get in trouble."

"I don't mind if people see me," Camilla said, getting off the boat and carrying her bikini and purse.

So the men escorted Veronica and still-naked Camilla along the streets of Pattaya, surrounding Camilla and fondling her. Richard was fingering her already-wet pussy, Gene, behind her, had his hands on her tits, and Paul had her buttocks in his hands, always fingering her asshole. Peter and Veronica completed the circle that was meant to hide Camilla's nudity from the public, though many people on the streets could still see her naked anyway.

By the time they all got to the girls' hotel room, Camilla--finding Paul more attractive than the others, used Nigrovum on the other two men.

"Thanks, Gene and Richard," she said, looking up in the two men's eyes as Veronica unlocked the door to the girls' room. "You can go now."

"We can go now," Gene and Richard said together, mechanically and obediently.

"Bye," Camilla said.

"Bye," the two men said, then walked away. The others went into the room.

"How'd you do that?" Paul asked in amazement.

"I'll tell you in the bathroom," Camilla said. "I have to use the can."

Peter and Veronica sat together on her bed while Paul and Camilla were in the washroom.

Camilla sat on the toilet, and Paul stood before her, looking down. "Really," he said. "Tell me how you got rid of those guys."

"I'm a goddess," she said, looking up at him as she began peeing. Her legs were spread out so he could see the golden line pour out.

He sniffed her urine, which she'd psychically made smell like apple juice. Then she farted, and dropped a few turds in the toilet water; she used Nigrovum to make them smell like chocolate.

"That's amazing!" he said as he sniffed. "How can you smell like that?"

"I told you," she said, dropping a few more turds and farting. "I'm a goddess."

"You sure seem to be, with fruity piss and chocolaty shit."

She pulled some toilet paper off the roll and wiped her ass, with never a look of embarrassment on her face as she looked up at him. "My body is divine: worship me."

"How, Goddess?"

She stood up and lifted up the seat. He looked down at her turds and piss in the bowl.

"Eat it. It's delicious," she said.

"I'll bet it is." He got down on his knees before the bowl, and stuck his face down inside. Encouraged by the sweet smell, he started eating and drinking: indeed, it all tasted like chocolate and apple juice. He eagerly ate it all.

When he was finished, he got up.

"Good boy," she said.

"I can't believe I just did that," he said, belching.

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While Veronica continued fucking Peter, Camilla quickly got bored with Paul, and psychically made him go away as she had Richard and Gene.

Wearing a sleeveless Navy blue top and tight yellow pants, blonde Camilla walked along the streets of Pattaya the next day. Annoyed that all the men she found attractive seemed to want only Thai whores, she went into a dark alley and closed her eyes.

I'm a beautiful Thai whore, she thought, concentrating; I'm a beautiful Thai whore.

She felt the psychic energy vibrating throughout her body, seemingly toasting her skin. Her eyes and face were gently stretching to assume their new shape. When she was finished, she came out of the alley and walked by a small eatery where there was a mirror. She looked at herself.

Now her sexy curves and big tits had black hair, black Asian eyes, an Asian skull, and delicious brown skin. She just grinned, narcissistically admiring her new Oriental beauty.

She sat at a chair in the eatery, psychically scanning for desirable men; she soon found a tall, handsome 42-year-old blond man. She could sense his intelligence and big cock.

Quickly learning how to imitate a Thai accent, she said, "Hello, strong, handsome man," as he approached.

"I'm Rob," he said with a smile. "I'm from Ontario, Canada."

"Really?" she said with a grin, pleasantly surprised to meet a man from home.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Nineteen."

"That's all?"

"Yeah," she said, getting up and sitting on his lap.

"You're just a baby," he said, holding her and rocking her in his arms.

"You want me?"

"Yes, let's go out on a date first, though. I like that. It's more romantic."

"OK," she said, smiling.

"Can I see your body first, though?" he whispered. "I'll pay you well."

So much for romantic, she thought. "Sure. Come with me." She led him to the washroom in the back of the eatery. They went in and she locked the door. She psychically kept everyone in the eatery from disturbing them by putting up an invisible force field in front of the door. Anyone who had to take a crap would have to go elsewhere.

He sat on the toilet, and she stood before him. First she unzipped and pulled down her tight yellow pants, revealing a black thong that hugged her crotch in a delicious camel-toe. After removing her pants and high heels, she pulled off her top, revealing her bra-less breasts, which wiggled before his practically drooling face. He pulled her thong down, revealing her wispy landing-strip pubic hair.

"You like my body?" she asked.

"You're really beautiful," he said. "Please turn around for me, sweetie. Let me see the rest of you."

"OK," she said, and turned around, displaying her callipygian behind. Then she spread her legs out as wide as she could get them, and bent over, showing off her now black asshole and pussy. She looked back at him upside-down from between her legs. "You like?"

"Beautiful," he said. He didn't like her natural smells, though--gone were the chocolaty, fruity smells that Paul had enjoyed. "May I clean you?"

"OK," she said.

There was a shower stall in the washroom, beside the toilet. He washed her pussy and asshole, inside and out, sliding his fingers deep inside. He couldn't believe how permissive she was being, but he just went along with it, delighted to see how far he could go. He dried her, and she sat on his lap, lap-dancing him as he fondled her breasts, buttocks, pussy, and asshole.

"You are exquisitely beautiful," he said, sliding his finger inside her asshole. "I wanna wine and dine you, romantically. Let's get together tonight, OK? Wear these clothes; you look sexy in them. After we have dinner in a nice restaurant, we'll make love in my hotel."

"Great," she said.

He paid her a generous amount of Thai Baht, and walked out of the washroom. She put her clothes back on, and left soon after.

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That night, he took her to a restaurant owned by a German expatriate. They ate schnitzel and drank red wine. After dinner, he gave her a piggy-back ride to his hotel room. During the date, he frequently groped at her crotch and unzipped her pants in public. Though she didn't mind, she could only think, so much for 'romantic'.

In his hotel room, he sat on his bed and watched her take off her yellow pants, sleeveless top, black thong, and heels.

"I got to go pee-pee," she said in her faux Thai accent.

"May I watch?" he asked.

"Sure," she said, walking into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, but he hadn't followed her in yet. She could psychically sense him hiding her clothes in the other room. Creep, she thought. "I thought you want watch me pee-pee."

"Coming," he said, rushing into the bathroom. He stood before her, looking down and watching her pee pour out into the toilet bowl. She looked up at him with the innocent eyes of a child. When he heard her squirting out her last few drops of piss, he squatted down and reached for the toilet paper. "May I wipe you?"

"OK," she said. He wiped her pussy dry of piss, then she got up and flushed the toilet. He went over to the shower and turned on the water; she got into the shower stall. He lathered up the soap and cleaned her pussy and asshole as thoroughly as he had that afternoon in the washroom of the eatery. He rinsed her, she got out of the shower stall, and he towelled her dry.

Then he carried her out of the bathroom and lay her on the bed on her back. He started kissing her from her cheeks and neck down to her breasts, sucking each of them for a few seconds; then he kissed his way down to her belly, and finally down to her pussy. He pulled her legs up and spread them out, and began licking her pussy and asshole frantically. She sighed and sighed, higher and higher, and louder and louder. Finally, she screamed in whistle register and came on his face.

"Wow!" he said, licking come off his lips. "I wasn't expecting that." Then he pulled down his pants and underwear, and lay on the bed on his back. She got on top of him in the cowgirl position, and slowly fed his long, hard cock inside her wet pussy.

After feeling his thick cock tickle her vaginal walls for a minute or so, she came again. As he kept thrusting and she kept bouncing, she'd come another two times. Finally, when he was about to come, she got off of him and brought her face down to his cock. She licked the underside a few times, and he blew his load on her nose, in her right eye, on her right cheek, and on her chin.

"Beautiful," he said, looking down at her face, with his come dripping off it.

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The next day, she pretended not to care about her clothes, so when they were about to leave his room, he gave her his raincoat. She put it on, put on her high heels, got her purse, and they left. He took her to a restaurant and bought her breakfast, always imagining that his paying her way everywhere was him being 'romantic'. Then he took her to a clothing store. She found a shiny, silver and gold dress that she loved. It was tight-fitting, showing off her cleavage as well as lots of leg. He bought it for her, paid her for the sex, and they said good-bye.

Liking being a sexy Thai whore, Camilla walked down the streets of Pattaya with the hip-swinging of a happy-go-lucky prostitute. She saw Veronica walking along.

"Hi Veronica," she said.

"Sorry. Do I know you?" Veronica asked, not recognizing her.

"Of course you do," Camilla said. "It's me--Camilla."

"What the fuck?" Veronica said, carefully looking at the Thai girl standing before her, and only now beginning to notice a vague resemblance to Camilla. "Camilla? Is that you?"

"Yeah! Do I look good as aThai?"

"Hotter than hell! Your powers are limitless! Peter's gone. Hey, can you make me look like that?"

"Sure."

Camilla put her hands on Veronica's shoulders and closed her eyes. Both girls visualized Veronica as a sexy Thai whore, and in ten seconds, she was a coffee-skinned, Asian version of herself, with her hair changed from red to black. The two girls walked, swaggeringly, arms around each other, like the happiest whores in the world. They came by a relatively lonely section of the beach.

A short, but cute European man came by. Camilla reached out and grabbed him by his shirt, at the chest. Intimidated, but turned on, he looked up and down at Camilla.

"What you want us to do?" she asked him.

Not missing a beat, he said, "Get naked: right here, right now."

"OK," she said nonchalantly, and unzipped her dress at the back. She pulled off her dress, letting it fall onto the ground. Veronica picked it up, looking around and hoping no cops would see them. Camilla kicked off her high heels and turned around for the man. "You like my body?"

"You are hot," he panted. "Let me touch you."

She got up close to him, and his hands roamed up and down her smooth, brown skin: first along her hips and thighs, then he fondled her breasts and put his hand between her legs, feeling her wet pussy. He squalled down, and she turned around, putting her ass in his face. He opened her buttocks out wide to see her asshole. He fingered it, and had a sniff.

She got down on the ground on all fours, spreading her legs out so he could see her asshole and pussy. He fingered her pussy while licking her asshole. Veronica noticed some people gather round, getting out their cell-phones and switching them to camera mode. Veronica figured there was no harm in these people getting video of Camilla, knowing she didn't mind: as long as no cops saw what they were doing. The crowd of people were obscuring the public sex from those farther away, anyway.

Camilla came in the man's cupped hands, and he drank it all up. Then he sat on a nearby bench, and she sat on his lap. She gave him an aggressive lap dance while he felt her breasts. Finally, she got off him, knelt between his legs, and unzipped his pants. She took his cock out and started licking and kissing the tip. She looked up in his eyes lewdly as she took his cock three-quarters of the way inside her mouth. He looked down at his cock-sucker and moaned his thanks.

Everyone surrounding them just stared in awed disbelief.

"This is definitely going online," one young man said as he recorded video of the blow-job on his cell-phone.

Finally, the European came in her mouth, and she got every drop in her mouth. She turned around to let everyone see his come in her wide-open mouth. She allowed the people to film her slowly swallow the remainder of the man's jizz. When she'd finished swallowing, she took a bow, while everyone enthusiastically clapped.

Not wanting to be bothered by the onlookers anymore, she psychically made them all want to leave. The man was amazed to see them all suddenly go, but Veronica wasn't.

"Why'd they all leave?" he asked.

"Because I made them all go," Camilla said.

"I don't understand," he said.

"You don't have to," she said. "Now pay me."

He paid her, she got dressed, and they all left.

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That night, 'Thai' Camilla, wearing only a skimpy gold bikini and high heels, went to a whore house: the sign outside said, 'Girls, Girls, Girls.' Across the street was another whorehouse with a sign that said, 'Boys, Boys, Boys.' I'd love to watch the gay sex in there, she thought as she went into the first go-go bar.

Using Nigrovum to make sure no one took notice of her as a non-employee, Camilla got up onstage and scanned the bar for attractive men. She found a grey-haired, fifty-something man, and promptly undid her G-string and bra, revealing her breasts with a gleeful wiggle. Now she stood nude, except for her high heels, with a lascivious grin on her face. The man instantly flagged her down.

They went into a room at the back, her staying naked the whole time. Their room was being cleaned by a forty-something Thai woman. The man, as exhibitionistic as Camilla, pulled down his pants and underwear in front of the cleaning woman. His erection bounced and wiggled as soon as it was exposed. She giggled in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the sight of the now naked man.

"Want to make more money?" he asked the woman.

"OK," she giggled, still blushing, but willing to do anything for some extra Baht.

"Clean my body, then hers," he said.

There was a shower area in the corner of the room, opposite to the bed. The cleaning woman lathered up her hands while Camilla sprayed water from the shower nozzle on his body. The cleaning woman washed him everywhere below the neck, being particularly thorough about washing his cock, balls, buttocks, and asshole, mining her soaped-up finger deep inside his rectum. As she cleaned his legs, he slapped his big, three-quarters erect cock against her cheeks. She giggled at his immodesty, then took his cock in her mouth, blowing him briefly.

"Do you want...me to fuck you?" he asked in sighs as her mouth went back and forth along his cock.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth. "OK," she said.

"I don't want to pay you, but if you're horny, I don't mind satisfying you," he said.

Frowning slightly, but still wanting a fuck, she got up and pulled her pants and underwear down. The man slid his cock inside the woman's wet pussy; not wanting to be left out, Camilla came beside the woman, and she felt Camilla's tits and ass up as the man's huge cock stimulated her every vaginal wall. After a few minutes of fucking, the woman came, screaming with delight. Her husband's needle dick was nothing compared to this man's.

She pulled up her pants and underwear, then began cleaning Camilla's body while the man watched and played with himself. The woman was just as thorough in washing Camilla's body as she had been with the man, cleaning all of Camilla from the neck down. The woman's lesbian cravings for Camilla were obvious when she moaned, cleaning Camilla's tits, buttocks, and her pussy and asshole, both inside and out. When Camilla felt the woman's sensitive fingers ticking her G-spot and poking at her A-spot, she soon came.

The man paid the cleaning woman, and she left. He got on the bed on his back, and Camilla got on top of him in the cowgirl position. She fed his cock inside her pussy, and as she bounced up and down on his cock, he had his hands on her ass, fingering her asshole. After she came, he asked, "I want to lick you."

"OK," she said, and she got off of him, then got on top of him in the 69 position. He licked her pussy and asshole while she sucked his cock. Noticing that neither the cleaning woman's pussy, nor Camilla's pussy or mouth, had made the man come, she asked, "You want fuck my ass?" in deliberately ungrammatical English.

"Yes," he grunted. She let him get behind her, and used Nigrovum to cause her asshole and rectum to be thoroughly lubricated. He slowly slid his cock inside her ass, grunting and groaning the whole time. The Nigrovum in her had detected HIV in the man's blood; she used her power to cause the virus to disintegrate in a matter of seconds. Within a minute, she could psychically sense he was about to come, so correct was her intuition that an ass-fuck would get him off.

"Pull it out, and come...on my ass," she sighed.

He took his cock out, and she reached back and briefly jerked him off; he came all over her butt-crack, her left buttock, and her right gluteal sulcus.