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I often travel to Asia with work and I can tell you they love their karaoke. So it should be no surprise that we’d often take clients out to a karaoke bar for the evening, and in China this means a KTV bar, where you can rent anything from a tiny booth with a TV to massive suites. Everything is rented by the hour, including the hostesses, who are not quite … but may have negotiable virtue. People visit for different reasons, most just for karaoke but the suites are private and soundproof.

We regularly used a KTV bar near the office, and I’d developed a routine. As usual, I arrived early to ensure all the pretty hostesses hasn’t been taken. I had reserved us a large suite, arranged for food and a bar, and three girls to serve. After they greeted me at the door, I checked out the suite we had booked. It was on the 7th floor and was suitably sumptuous, with a floor to ceiling window along one wall. Then the girls were paraded past me; the usual mix of plain, hot body and drop dead gorgeous, not one over 25.

I picked out three girls I thought would please the client. There were no European girls – always a favourite, especially blondes – so three very young, dark-haired Asian beauties, with huge tits. One had knee length black socks and that Japanese sailor-suit look, which I love. The other two were dressed in skin-tight cat suits, complete with ears, make-up whiskers, and tails.

Soon after, my colleagues arrived with the clients and we got down to the serious business of singing loudly and out-of-tune, helped along by heavy drinking – on this occasion expensive whiskey, though I hardly drank anything as I’d drawn the short “organiser” straw. As usual, the girls got mauled but didn’t seem to mind as I’d promised a large tip. Did I say that I hate karaoke? Well, I do. I get all self-conscious and can’t sing. So I tried my best to sit unobtrusively in a corner. I often got away with it and escaped without having to endure singing. But not this time. The main client, the man we had to impress, noticed I wasn’t joining in.

“Sing, you must sing,” he insisted.

When I looked unhappy and tried to say I couldn’t, he called over two of the girls, thrust a microphone at one of them. “I’m sure you can persuade him to sing.”

Laughing, they dragged me to a sofa in front of a TV. When I sat down, the one with the microphone sat on my lap and the other snuggled up beside me. I don’t know about you, but when a gorgeous lady wearing a skimpy sailor-suit squirms in my lap, I stand to attention. Which of course both girls noticed as I meandered my way through “Hotel California”, missing every note. After what seemed like forever, it was was over. Both girls grinned and ran a hand across my crotch as they left me to join the others.

The party meandered on, but started to wind down much earlier than usual – these things often ran into the early hours. I arranged taxis for my colleagues and our somewhat unsteady clients. Shortly I was alone except for the two girls from my karaoke. I poured myself a very large scotch, slumped on a sofa thinking I’d relax for a while before crossing back into Hong Kong.

“You can go,” I said to the girls, who were hovering near me.

They giggled, then the girl wearing the skimpy sailor-suit pouted. “Do really you want us to go?” she asked, walking towards me.

“Anyway, we can’t go; you’ve paid for us,” she said, leaning forward to kiss me, one hand reaching for the bulge in my trousers.

I was twice their age, at least, but I looked down at her impressive cleavage and was lost. I kissed her hard, then pushed her back and stood. As I undressed, the girl in the sailor suit dropped her knickers. The other girl unzipped her cat suit and took it off. She was wearing no underwear and was naked in front of me, then I realised she still had a tail; a butt plug.

For a moment, I couldn’t decide what to do and just stood there, naked with my dick at attention. Cat girl didn’t wait, but dropped to her knees in front of me.

She put a hand around my dick, her fingers not meeting as she grasped it. She looked at the other girl. “I want him first,” she said.

Her friend had lifted her skimpy skirt of her sailor suit and was fingering herself. When her friend nodded, cat girl teased me briefly by flicking her tongue over the tip of my cock, then gave me a sloppy deep-throat blow-job. I put my hands behind her head, but she needed no help though she choked slightly when my cock was down her throat.

I felt myself on the verge of cumming, so I let go of her head. “I want to fuck you now,” I said.

The people passing on the street below got quite a show because, when she stood, I turned her and bent her over, so she was leaning over with her hands against the massive picture window. I pushed her tail aside and rammed my cock into her tight, dripping pussy. As I pounded her hard, her sailor-suited friend pressed up behind me and ran her hands down my chest, nibbling at my ear. “In the arse, take her in the arse,” she whispered.

It was something I’d never tried before. I reached down and still fucking her slowly, I eased the tail-plug out of cat girl’s tight arse as her friend watched, kneeling between us. When I pulled out, the other girl briefly took my cock in her mouth. I rubbed my glistening cock across cat-girl’s arse before I pushed my cock into her arse. She moaned as I worked it deeper. Her arse was very tight. Much tighter than her pussy, but before too long I was balls-deep. Her tits were pressed against the glass as I pounded her hard, my balls slapping against her with every long hard stroke.

It didn’t take long before I came inside her arse. I pulled out and I watched my cum ooze from her gaping arse as her friend sucked my cock clean.

My cock was still hard, and shortly I fucked sailor-girl, still dressed in her skimpy sailor outfit. I pressed her back against the picture window, lifted her onto my cock. She wrapped her legs around me, and fucked right there.

Hours later, totally drained, I got a taxi to the border and made it to my bed in Hong Kong just as the sun was rising.

I love karaoke.