My Thai life

True story. Thai girl. My journey thru the sex industry. This is the beginning.

My name is Fern.
I’m twenty-two now, but this happened right after I finished Matthayom 6 in Nakhon Sawan. Small town, nothing here except rice fields, 7-Eleven, and that huge chicken factory on the highway. My family is poor-poor, the kind where the roof leaks when it rains hard. Two older brothers, but in Thai culture it’s usually the daughter who has to “help the house” first. So the week after graduation I already had an interview lined up.
Khun Chaiyadi came to pick me up himself. Friend of a friend, plant manager, maybe fifty, big belly, thin hair, gold watch that looked expensive. Normal ajarn-looking Thai man. He talked nicely in the car, asked about family, said he remembered my family from temple fairs. I believed the interview would be at the factory, but twenty minutes later we pulled into a nice gated house with two storeys and shiny tiles. I was just a village girl in my old school uniform (white blouse, pleated navy skirt below the knee, white socks, black shoes), hair in one long ponytail. I thought, okay, maybe managers do interviews at home. I really didn’t know any better.
He brought two cold Singha beers with ice. I never really drank, only sipped with friends at Songkran and got dizzy fast, but I didn’t want to be rude. One bottle and my face was already red, body warm like I had a fever.
We talked about the job a bit: which line I’d work on, how many baht per day(500 Thai baht), with chances of overtime. Then suddenly he changed topic, asked what sports I played. I said badminton and volleyball. He smiled, looked at my legs, said they were long and strong for a small girl. I’m 168 cm but only 43 kg,. He pointed at a little purple bruise on my shin, asked if I got it from sports. I said no, from carrying water buckets for Mae. He reached over and touched it. First time was quick, second time his hand stayed. Warm palm, thick fingers.
He looked straight in my eyes.
“Fern, your mother is counting on this job, right? You’ll do anything to get it?”
I nodded before I even thought. Because it was true.
He gently pushed my shoulders back until I was lying against the armrest. I closed my eyes. Heart banging so loud I was scared he could hear. I felt my skirt sliding up, up, up past my hips, past my waist until the air hit my panties. I wasn’t fighting, wasn’t moving at all. Maybe the beer, maybe because he was the big boss, maybe because I already knew how the world works.
His face came between my thighs. Hot breath first, then his nose pressing against the cotton, breathing me in deep.
“หอมจังเลย” he whispered, “smells so good.”
I don’t know if I was wet from wanting or from nerves, but he said I was soaked already. He pulled my panties down in one slow tug and let them drop on the floor.
Then his mouth was on me, really on me. Tongue pushing between my lips, licking up every drop, making sloppy wet sounds. He lifted my hips with one hand so my butthole was in the air too, and he licked there as well, long, slow, dirty strokes from back to front. Embarrassing because it had been hours since I had washed myself down there. I had never felt anything like this though. . My legs started shaking by themselves.
I heard his belt, zipper, the soft slap-slap of him stroking himself while he ate me. The couch was rocking. My own breathing got louder, higher, something tight building inside my stomach. I was almost there, first time ever with a man, when suddenly he stood up, grabbed my ponytail, dragged me across the couch like I weighed nothing. His cock was out, angry red, already leaking. Bigger than the high-school boy who took my virginity behind the temple.
He didn’t ask. Just pushed my head down. I opened my mouth and took him, salty skin, thick veins, he was thick but not long, the smell of an older man. He fucked my face hard, hand tight in my hair, groaning “Fern… Fern…” louder and louder. I gagged a little but he didn’t care. Then his cock pulsed, once, twice, and hot thick cum filled my mouth, wave after wave. He held my head down until I swallowed everything, bitter and sticky down my throat.
When he finally let go I stayed there on my knees, panting, saliva and cum on my chin. He zipped up, went to the bathroom like nothing happened. I pulled my wet panties back on (they stuck to me immediately) and stood in the middle of the living room feeling dizzy and cheap and proud at the same time.
He came back, lifted my chin with two fingers.
“Tomorrow 8 a.m. sharp. Go to ฝ่ายบุคคล and tell them Khun Chaiyadi already hired you.”
In the car on the way home he was normal again, talking about shift schedule and uniforms. He stopped twenty metres from my house so the neighbours wouldn’t gossip. I said “ขอบคุณค่ะ” very softly and ran inside.
Mae was sitting on the floor folding clothes. She looked up, saw my face, the red cheeks, messy hair, the way I couldn’t meet her eyes.
“ได้งานไหมลูก?”
“ได้แล้วค่ะ” I answered, voice small.
She just nodded once. She knew. Mothers always know.
That night I lay on the thin mattress listening to the fan, tasting him in the back of my throat, feeling my pussy still swollen and tingling. I touched myself quietly so my little sister wouldn’t wake up, came in less than a minute thinking about his tongue on my ass, and cried a little after.
Next Monday at 7:55 I was standing at the factory gate in my new blue uniform, hair tied neat, smiling like a good girl who just got her first real job.
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