Arrival in Singapore
I Married A Malaysian Princess Escort In Singapore – Here we are, three misfits from the U.S. arriving in Singapore. I wondered how I let myself get into this—a homegrown boy still wet behind the ears. My two buddies, Benny and Bill, still acted like high schoolers doing pranks. Those two clowns—will they survive in this atmosphere? Our opportunity to show that we have it and make it big.
We were met at the terminal gate by a polite young man.
“Follow me, sirs,” he said.
We gathered up our luggage and soon were picked up by the company car.
The Legacy of the Princess, Radin Mas
She was buried close to her first home in island Singapore, Telok Blangah. The shrine and the tomb, locally known as Makam Puteri Radin Mas, still stand today at the foot of Mount Faber Road, near the junction of Telok Blangah Road.
“I am Roger and will take you to your apartments,” the young man said.
“That sounds good,” I replied.
Settling In
Benny and Bill were busy trying to get the luggage in the trunk and picking on the driver. When they entered the car, I gave them a look that meant stop it. We soon arrived at a luxurious apartment complex. Roger took the boys up to the 14th floor and showed them inside a very spacious apartment with two bedrooms.
“Wow,” said Benny.
“Super cool,” said Bill!
He showed them the huge bathroom with a hot tub and a complete bar. Then I went up about five more floors where I was given the executive suite—three bedrooms, bar, swimming pool just outside my sliding doors. You might say the works.
Roger said, “A car will be around in the morning about 10:00 to pick you up and take you over to the Trade-America office where you can get acquainted with the Asian crew. But on the 20th floor is a lounge should you guys want to have drinks. Oh, and enjoy the evening.”
First Night in a Strange Country
Suddenly, I found myself alone in a strange country with just two people I knew. Tired and suffering from jet lag, I got into the hot tub just to relax. After being refreshed, I decided to go to the lounge for a few martinis. I was sitting at the bar when a beautiful little Eurasian girl approached me and said, “Buy me a drink?”
“Sure, why not.” What have I got to lose, I thought.
Meeting a New Friend
“I noticed you were looking at a picture. Are you married, girlfriend back home?” she said.
“No, it is my kid sister. She is so spoiled. She met an older man and decided to marry him. Mother does not know what to do, and with our dad gone, she relies on me to keep her under tow,” I said.
“Under tow?” she asked.
“Yes, under control,” I replied.
“What would you like to drink?” the bartender asked her.
“Give me a martini made with vodka,” she replied. To me, she then said, “Do you know of our legend about Radin Mas Ayu? She was a virgin, a Javanese princess no less. Her name means Sweet Golden Princess.”
An Unexpected Encounter
Benny then entered the lounge, and being the larrikin that he is, intentionally bumped into her, causing her to spill her drink.
“Be careful, you clutz,” I said to him.
“Sorry, boss, didn’t mean to cut in on your action,” he said.
“We were just having a drink,” I said.
“Sure, boss, do it your way,” he said with a wink and walked away.
“I am sorry; Benny can be crude,” I said to her.
She looked at me with a smile and said, “Would you like to dance with me?”
I hadn’t noticed the dance floor and music before but replied, “Just a short dance. I am tired and must be up early tomorrow for work.” I had made a friend, I thought. After the dance, I excused myself and went to bed, almost slapping myself on the head, realizing that I had not gotten her name or phone number. I hoped she was a guest or resident at the apartments and our paths would cross once again.
Settling into the New Office
Weeks had gone by since I had settled into my new office, setting up the new stock firm—now an expatriate in Singapore. I had spoken to mother on the phone several times and my sister as well, convincing her to wait at least six months to get married when I could take a vacation and be home. Today is Saturday, so I decided to go to Orchard Row and buy some exquisite gift items for mom and Dee. The Paragon Mall, I was told, offered many nice things. It would be a fun weekend, and I could take a break from work.
Reunion at the Paragon Mall
Benny and Bill were going to meet up with me afterward. We thought we’d hit the bars just like old times in Chicago. Who knows, we might get lucky over at the Sentosa Casino. I was inside the Paragon Mall looking at scarves when a young girl approached.
“Can I help you?” she said.
I turned, and it was the same girl I had met at the bar. She smiled at me and said, “Did you come for the rest of my story?”
“Story?” I asked.
“About Radin Mas Aya, the Sweet Princess,” she replied.
Dinner Plans with Radin
“Could we have dinner together, and perhaps you could tell me the rest of your story?”
She said, “Sure, but it is not my story – it is a story of Singapore.”
We agreed to meet at one of the exclusive nightclubs in Singapore called the Canvas. I asked, “What is your name before I leave?”
“Call me Radin,” she said with a sheepish grin.
We met at the Canvas and danced the night away. After weeks of solid 16-hour days, it was good to finally have a bit of R&R. Radin was a pleasure to be with, delightful and charming. As it began to get later, I asked her, “Well, Radin, shall we go to my apartment and enjoy a bottle of Champagne while you tell me the rest of your story?”
An Evening to Remember
She replied, “Oh, this is really not my story. I was just named after the princess, as many girls who are Malaysian are.” We left the club.
“You are very beautiful,” I told her. We caught a cab and headed for my apartment. I called ahead and had the barman deliver some Champagne and caviar to my room. They asked if I wanted the hot tub prepared, and I agreed. Who knows what the evening might bring. Little did I know at that time Radin did this as her sideline job. When we arrived, she excused herself and went to my bathroom. When she came out, she had on a beautiful blue gown.
She said, “This is the color you told me at the bar you liked.”
A Night of Passion
She started undressing me ever so gently. First was my tie; I kicked off my shoes. Then she undid my shirt, saying, “What a physique! You do have a sexy body.” Shirt off, and then my pants. I started to push her towards the couch.
She kissed me and said, “Let’s go to the hot tub.”
When we got into the area, I could see the bottle of Champagne. The tub had beautiful flowers in it and a few sex toys, obviously to help us have better sex. Down in the tub we both went, and she picked up a cock ring and slipped it over my penis, saying, “This will keep it warm so you can have a longer erection.”
Who am I to argue about that? We started kissing, and I could feel my erection coming. She was rubbing her breasts, making me want to start sucking them. After a few minutes, she slipped under the water and was giving me one of the best blow-jobs I had ever had. Not that I minded, as I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
The Morning After
When she came up from the water, she had a toy in her hand and was massaging herself between the legs. I told her that was not needed as I lifted her onto the tub’s ledge, and I went down and started chewing and licking her pussy. I raised her further up from the water and slipped my penis inside her. We started screwing very gently at first. Then I pulled her from the hot tub altogether and laid her on the floor with her legs on my shoulder. I began pumping her harder and harder. I could hear her enjoying it very much from her moans, and finally, I exploded my load. We then went to the bed, where we kissed some more, and I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
When I awoke, she was gone. I still did not know how to get in touch with her, and she had not even asked for payment. I asked the boys how they made out the previous night, and they said they went to a titty bar where they got a couple of lap dances but no real action.
Conversations with Roger
I said, “Maybe we need to get with our little buddy Roger to hook you up.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Bill remarked. “Not getting any is making me feel out of whack, and right now, I am horny as hell.”
“Tell me about it,” chimed in Benny.
“Oh, seriously, Ben, you are not getting anything. What about those two little girls at the bar?”
“Oh, they wanted too much money.” Ben laughed. “For the money they were asking, I could friggin’ buy the apartment we are staying in.”
A couple of weeks went by, and the company’s Singapore accountant came to me and asked if a particular charge was to come from my own personal account. He explained that the company has strict policies on what is and isn’t allowed to be charged to their account.
Unexpected Charges
I said, “Oh, my bad. I thought the gym here was free,” thinking it must be because of my daily use at the fully serviced gym in the apartments.
“Not the gym, this.” He showed me a bill for $5000.00 on my company credit card.
“Whoa! What the hell!” I replied.
“The lady you had in your room a few weeks ago, that is the service charge. Of course, sir, madams are very expensive, and I understand with your position you get only the best, but we cannot charge this to the company. You must use your personal credit card for these kinds of services.” I was stunned. The accountant then asked with a smile, “Was she good for you? She does not go with every Tom or Dick. She is very exclusive, that one. She is called the princess of Singapore.” He smiled even broader. “All you have to do is let the bartender know when you want her back.”
Another Night Out
The next weekend, the boys were ready to hit the town, and Ben said, “Hey Victor, go with us. The nightclub scene is not bad here.”
I said, “No, I think I will go for broke and hit the casinos.”
“That’s a good idea. We haven’t tried that either. So let’s all dress in white jackets and give us the James Bond look. The women will go crazy and think we are rich.”
“Yes, Benny, and probably shoot us all three,” I replied.
“Come on boss, be brave, it will be fun.”
So we were all off to the casinos and probably heading for trouble, especially with these two legends. Bill always fancied himself as a poker player, so he hit the tables right away. A pretty blonde English lady snagged onto him for the evening, so I knew he was all set. Benny, of course, was a slot machine man, and he was going from machine to machine. I was still lonely for the states, and truth be told, I did have a girlfriend that I had left behind. I was hoping that she would still be there for me when I got home. I went over to the roulette wheel and placed a few bets. While standing there, I felt someone staring at me. I looked up, and it was Radin.
Confrontation with Radin
“Come to tell me the rest of the story about the princess?” I said.
She said, “Small world, so you finally made it to the casino.”
“How much?” I said.
“That’s not nice. In fact, it is outright rude,” she replied.
“You tricked me,” I protested.
“No, you got exactly what you wanted and what you paid for, didn’t you?” she said.
“I guess if you put it that way. But I can’t help but feel betrayed,” I said.
“Buy me a drink,” she said.
“Can I afford it?” I asked.
She replied, “That is entirely up to you.”
Bill had started losing heavily at the poker table, so his lady friend told him to quit for a while and come back later. She walked him down the street to a cheap hotel, and they got a room for the night. Bill had been lonely for a companion that was American, but the Brit would do just as well. She had long legs, blue eyes, and the blondest hair. A long way from England and home, she too was lonely. Bill promised her a ticket home, but she knew he would be like all the rest of the expatriates, and in the morning, he would be gone.
Bill’s Encounter
It did not take long for them to get their clothes off and jump into bed. Bill liked to be a bit rough but not savage. He spanked her bottom, making her cheek a bit red, but she liked that, so she said. Laying her down backward so he could come up from behind, he stuck his dick deep inside her and started banging her. For some reason, he did not want to see her face, but he needed relief as a man. Done, both got dressed and went back to the casino, where they again joined up with us.
After I finished my drink with Radin, I intimated to her some other time. We then all walked back to our apartments. I said, “Benny, Benny, what are we going to do with you? I just can’t believe you still haven’t gotten laid.”
He said, “I am serious, boss; I can’t go back home in this condition.”
I said, “It’s only been five weeks, Ben.”
Benny’s Encounter
“I know, but I am getting desperate. It is lonely being an expat in Singapore.”
Bill had gone back to the casino a few times but had not seen the English woman. As for me, Radin and I had formed a friendship of sorts that became a little bit expensive, but I enjoyed every moment of it.
Finally, Ben caught on that the little Indian girl who worked in the copy room at the office was making eyes at him. She had to ask him to go out for dinner. He told us they went to a place that served the most delicious chicken and noodles. Afterwards, Marge invited him to her apartment. They were watching an Indian TV station, a love story, when Ben finally got brave and put his arm around her. She cuddled closer to him, giving him a kiss.
He took the lead and held her in his arms. The next thing Ben knew, she was on top of him on the sofa, kissing him. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped her dress. He had rather a hard time undoing her bra, so she helped him get her undressed. Finally, naked, she placed her legs over the arm of the sofa, rubbing her clitoris to get it wet so Benny could penetrate her.
A Special Time for Ben
“Allow me,” said Ben. He got down on his knees and started sucking her and licking her to get her G-spot hot. Then he came around the couch where she had pulled herself up and jammed himself inside her with a jackhammer motion. The deed being done, Ben finally had sex and was all smiles. She wanted him to promise to come back again before he left for his home. No problem there, Ben was looking forward to another evening of chicken and noodles with a little “cum” on the side.
Six months had passed, and the brokerage was all set up. I knew that I was leaving for the States in another week. It was my decision now whether to remain in Singapore and head up the firm or return to the United States and work under management.
An Evening with Radin
To clear my head, I requested from the bartender that they set up my hot tub and ask Radin to join me for an evening of pleasure. I even had our dinner prepared and placed on the patio. She arrived in a red dress with a gold necklace and sexy undies that made me hot. While we ate, she went on to tell her story about the real princess. It seems that her father, a warrior princess, had married a commoner, and her mother was rejected. His father had burned down their home, so they had to flee.
As these stories go, her father remarried a woman who did not like her. She had plans to kill her, and a knife was thrust into her heart, and she died a virgin. She was buried at the foot of Mount Faber, where a shrine was built to respect her piety. It was a beautiful story told by a beautiful lady.
Making Plans for the Future
After dinner and drinks, I told her that even though I was going home, I had made my decision to return within six weeks and would she consider seeing me as her friend, not as a paid companion. She whispered in my ear something that is our secret. I told her not to worry; I would make arrangements for her. We agreed that we both wanted to be with each other this evening as lovers, not as paid companions. This evening was very special for us both. Instead of getting into the hot tub, we decided to get between the sheets.
I could hold her in my arms and look deep into the pools of her eyes. I wanted her to look into my steel-blue eyes and see that I was in love with her, not just satisfying my need for sex. I liked caressing her tits and sucking on her nipples. She kissed my chest and arms. We slowly worked our way down each other’s bodies, knowing each special spot. She began by sucking me off so I could have some head. I then spread her legs and started sucking and rubbing her with my little finger. I wanted this to be a special time for her.
A Night of Passion
I used two of my fingers in her pussy, pumping back and forth so that she could feel the energy. She tasted the cum and smiled. Placing a pillow under her legs, I then opened her up and screwed her. We both felt the climax! We both came at the same time! I knew that I really did love her and did not want anyone else to touch her again.
After our night together, I could not go back to the States. Instead, I sent the boys home for a break. I told my mother I had to work and could not get free. My sister had already broken up with her boyfriend and was off on a trip to Europe with her girlfriends. So it left me free to stay in Singapore.
I had my reasons, of course. I went to the Embassy with Radin to find out what it would take for me to marry her and bring her back to the United States. Radin, whose real name I found out, was actually Karen Marie, born in the town of Radin, Mas, Singapore. She was raised Catholic, and her father was actually from Scotland. That added a whole new twist to our lives. It made things easier because now we had to go to the British Embassy since she was part Scots.
Moving Forward with Karen
It was reckless, unforeseen, and never had I ever anticipated even thinking about marrying an escort. I met her parents, and they were glad to see that she was going to settle down and get married. They did not have a clue about what she had been doing. I was not about to tell them. I had convinced my mother to fly to Singapore for vacation in the summer. I wanted to marry Karen when mom could be with me.
My baby sister had agreed to join her, so my whole family could be present. Karen and I were not exactly the sharpest pencils out of the box. By the time we do get married, we were also about to be giving birth to our first child. I plan on staying in Singapore; it is a beautiful country.