It was dark when I returned to Burgos after my taxi safari, and the masseuses were out in full force. They usually patrol in twos or threes. 2000 pesos for full service in your room. They hand out little cards with their names penned on the back. "Mikelyn" is the name of a service rather than a particular girl:



Photos: Masseuse Patrol 06 07

Photo: Burgos Masseuse 08

Clubbing on Burgos

Went to a club called Billboard's (CH Link) in search of Chelsea, an incredibly innocent twenty-year old whom I had bumped into on Burgos street that morning. She had been walking with a girlfriend when I spotted her and said hi. I asked if she worked in a club. She said that she did, motioning in the direction they were walking. Would she show me where the club is? Sure, she said, so I walked with them. She struck me as a nice, NICE girlfriend, not a bar girl.

Chelsea is nineteen years old and tall, probably 5' 8" or so, with a bright smile. Nothing seedy about her. She could be in a milk commercial, or a Disney production. You would never guess that she had anything to do with the raunchy Burgos Street. For any Thailand mongers, Burgos Street is almost as raunchy as Pattaya Soi 6. For those unfamiliar with either venue, Pattaya Soi 6 is like Sodom and Gomorrah. You get the feeling that you could catch something just walking down Soi 6. (Don't get me wrong; I've had terrific lays there in pretty clean rooms. But it shows rough outside. Skid row.)

So I got to Billboard's about 10 p.m. and Chelsea was there with another customer, which is understandable. The boss assured me that she knew this customer well, and that he never takes a girl out. He just comes there to buy drinks and spend some time. My hackles went back down. After about twenty minutes he left and Chelsea came to the quiet corner near the entrance where I had been biding my time out of sight. She greeted me with a smile and a hug. This was the first glimpse I had gotten of her BARE LEGS! WOW! A girlfriend of Chelsea's joined us.

My hand rested on one of Chelsea's thighs. I had not ejaculated since my last day in Thailand a month earlier. I had been saving myself for the next trip, I had a quart, and I was ready to burst! My pecker was screaming BLOODY MURDER and every cell in my body said to reproduce with this innocent-looking girl! It was a purely biological urge, like salmon jumping up the waterfall to spawn.

She explained that it was her first week there and that she had never gone home with a man. (In Pattaya my bullshit-meter would have pegged! The standard line of b.s. there used to be "I only work cashier.") She would only come with me if her friend chaperoned. The bar fine in these clubs is currently up to 3800 PHP. (It was 3500 in September. I don't know whether this is a seasonal change or a price hike.) I didn't mind the friend coming along if I got to have some fun with Chelsea, but I had reservations about paying 3800 x 2 = 7600 PHP in bar fines alone. I called the boss over to ask for a break on the second bar fine, but she gave me the "Them's the rules" speech and said there was nothing she could do about it.

The Disappointment of the Century

I was still considering bar-fining both Chelsea and her friend because my room at the City Garden Hotel (CH Link), a short walk away in a more respectable area, had two beds. So the friend could sleep on the extra bed. Then Chelsea explained that she had just started working there to pay for school, that she had never done it with a customer, and that she wasn't going to start now! I asked how she makes any money!? She said she gets paid a salary for dancing and mingling with customers.

Now this was a deal-breaker. No way was I going to pay 7600 in bar fines plus pay the girls on top of that, only to end up with the most acute case of blue balls in the annals of recorded history. Without hesitation I offered her a "tip" of 10,000 PHP. She declined. I could see that it was no use, so I said OK, goodbye, and left.

Plan B

I headed toward Maskara (CH Link), a club where I had met a cute spinner named Mitch earlier that day. We had had a pretty passionate canoodling session. Twenty-two years old and with no tattoos, Mitch was a solid "plan B."

Along the way I poked my head into another bar that I had never been in, just to check it out. There were about twenty girls there. A half-dozen were dancing on stage, and one of them really caught my eye! Yowza! I panned the room to see if any of the seated girls could out-do her, but none could. I kept gazing at her and the other girls dancing on stage held their palms up underneath the cutie's chin, as if to present her. I gave her a drinking motion to offer to buy her one.

I guessed she was twenty-two and she said she was nineteen. No tattoos. Cute. I couldn't believe those hooters were really hers, but she said they were. I paid her bar fine (3800 pesos) and off we went. I got us a taxi because she was in heels and it was still drizzling after the usual p.m. downpour.

What a classy-looking girl! All dressed up as if we were going to a fancy club in Vegas! She wore a nice dress and her ample cleavage was bulging out.

Once in the room I took Cialis, something that my urologist recently turned me on to, in order to rule out any problems due to what he calls "performance anxiety." I had resisted trying any ED meds before out of concern about creating an insurmountable psychological barrier, e.g. an ingrained belief that I wouldn't be able to do it without medication. But I talked to my urologist about it because I trust him, and because I spend a great deal of time and money flying around the world for physical union with the most beautiful women I can find. Some of them are so beautiful that it's possible to occasionally "choke."

I showed her a recent medical certificate, a clean bill of heath. She asked why I didn't want to use a condom! (I had not said anything of the kind!) But since she brought it up, I told her that the condom was up to her. It's better to have this discussion in a calm than in a storm, so I decided to get it on the table. I repeated that it was strictly her choice and I would use one if she wanted. I knew that the Cialis would soon cause "baseball bat" syndrome when she bared that incredible body in my room, so the condom would not hamper me from starting or finishing.

We showered separately.

Once in bed, I had fun gradually undressing her. I couldn't believe how angelically perfect her body really was. Sorry I didn't get any revealing photos --that was definitely not a priority. I had seen her in a bikini in the bar, but now she was in bra and panties in bed, and she was perfect. Very feminine features. Big, natural, nineteen-year-old tits. They almost looked like pregnant tits. What an angel, and truly in her prime. My balls ached, and finally they would finally have their day in court.

I started unwrapping my prize by unhooking her bra. Her nipples were unusually small, and they looked smaller on these big breasts.

The Cream Pie of the Century

My hungry hands couldn't get enough of those fat, jiggly breasts --wow! Oh, my balls ACHED! I slid her panties off, and she had a beautiful bottom without an ounce of fat, and a beautiful pussy. She must have been nineteen. Nice natural bush. I asked her if I could kiss it and she said that that would be fine. After only a few kisses around the mons area, she raised herself up to put the vaginal opening in front of my mouth. Oh, like it there, huh? I followed her cues and was in no particular rush. The Cialis had been in full force for a while by then. I expected to please her for a while but after only a few minutes, which had gotten pretty intense for her (she did some vigorous rubbing against my lips and tongue), she abruptly stopped and said "OK." :-) I entered bareback.

I was really surprised at how long I lasted! I had expected to pop within a few seconds but we went for a good long while. I hadn't done it in so long that my equipment was going, "Is this real? Or is this a dream? Is this really happening?" I took my time and hugged her, then I would raise up a bit to get a handful of those fat, warm breasts. Thank God I'm alive! It is GOOD to be alive! Thank you, God. Thank you, whatever forces-in-life made this possible. What a magnificent honor just to be with this girl at all, let alone doing this.

Finally my body went on autopilot! We just held on for the ride. Creamy-creamy cream pie! All of it! After we caught our breath I said I would bring her some tissue, but she got up herself and limped toward the bathroom. There was come all over the bed and she left a trail of it across the carpet. There was come everywhere. Good thing I had a spare bed.

Man, talk about ball-and-chain! The next day she texted me uncountable times, I guess to keep tabs on me. Here is the perfect excuse to get out of responding for a few hours: just text her that you're at the Pan Pacific Hotel or the Casino Filipino playing poker, and that you're not allowed to use your phone.

For the record, this was not the girl who infected me. That happened later.

Who Can Resist a Nice Girl?

A few days later, after I'd had my fun, I bar-fined Chelsea, along with her friend, just to be with her. I didn't expect or get any sex. I took them to dinner on the roof of the hotel, then we went to my room and spent the evening snuggling and cuddling (until I had to kick her friend out because she couldn't stop coughing and I couldn't get any sleep). She petted and pampered me. It was nourishing to my soul. And it was wonderful.

(That's right: it's my money.)

Where is the photo of the big titty girl?

Sorry Blazers, I won't post any photos of Chelsea or the other club girl because I just didn't get any snaps that did them justice. Besides, they would kill me!

You lost me there man. I dont think you should be cream pieing chicks that dont want to get cream pied. We all have seen the results of this exercise played out in Angeles time and time again. The woman gets pregnant, has a child and then raises the child while trying to get more barfines. Then the child grows up in the Phils and becomes a part of the scenery in Angeles. There are some women out there who want kids and maybe in that instance it would be cool, but I wouldnt want to wish a pregnancy on someone who doesnt want it or hasnt planned for it. I most certainly dont want any kids from my sperm growing up over in that country and most especially Angeles City.

Take a moment to think. This is just a vacation, just a good time and we shouldnt be turning it into a problem situation for another human being. Lets keep the liberal media from authoring reports of unwanted pregnancies and such which happen in Angeles. Lets play a little responsibly and not create problem situations.

I know what you are guys are about to say. Im not trying to stir up trouble with this post, but simply inject some common sense into this. It makes no sense to cream pie these chicks unless thats what they really want to do.

Portege,

You lost me there man...to use your words.

I re-read Costar's post.

He says nothing that implies the girl objected to bareback sex. Maybe that's what she wanted. She did say "OK," which I took to mean she wanted to fuck him right then, bareback.

You don't know that she isn't using some form of contraception. It's not common in the PI, but not unheard of.

What's with the stupid remark about the "liberal media?" The conservative media is even more likely to jump on these "sex tourist impregnates whore" stories.

You keep mentioning AC. Costar is in Manila. Close, but no cigar.

Yes, you are trying to stir up trouble. It's what you do.

@Portege: Ahh, for once we can agree on something! I don't want to create any offspring, either --especially over there. (Karma-wise, that would be very heavy. It would take aeons to pay for that.) But I can't get anyone pregnant because I had one hell of a vasectomy a long time ago, and I've never regretted it. (The ends were burned and tied. I'm lucky I woke up with any equipment at all after that guy was done.)

And (go up and read it again) I did give her the option. She didn't want the condom. There was one sitting right there.

I also agree that it's wrong to use people and then forget them. I may have infected two Filipinas with the clap before I knew I had it. I reached each one as soon as I could in the hope of stopping its spread, and have sent money via Xoom.com to cover medical expenses. (Xoom makes it easy, by the way.)

I'm not preaching! You guys do whatever you want. But Portege broached an important topic --ethics-- and it warrants discussion.

Oh boy, an ethics discussion on a mongering board...that is all we need! With all the different social bounds an average monger breaks, we could dedicate an entire bulletin board to it.

Give me a break!!!!!! Lets stick to the main topic of sharing info on enabling each other to bang as many girls in different parts of the world as possible!

Thank you for qualifying your remarks Costar.

The main issue in my opinion is spoiling a good thing. If every monger were to drop their seed in every Filipina they slept with then eventually it will create a humanitarian issue. Then you will see their government step in or news reports about how all these foreigners are leaving children behind. Then all of a sudden destinations like Angeles City and the like are shut down.

If you want to bang as many women as you like, then respect the ladies and the location. If you fail to do so then you ruin it for all of us. Another point is just because a woman lets you go bareback does not mean she is inviting you to sperm inside of her.

"If every monger were to drop their seed in every Filipina they slept with then eventually it will create a humanitarian issue."

Maybe they are just paying it forward and giving future mongers beautiful mastisa's 18-20 years out to play with

Yawn...

Portege, how about you resist your impulses to hijack Costar's thread. Start a new one if you want to get an ethics discussion going.

I second that.... Ywannnnnnn.....to the fucking couch traveler like Protege...just fucking stuff it!

Drop your seed....it is happening every day!!!!

@ Snooky +1

"...just because a woman lets you go bareback does not mean she is inviting you to sperm inside of her."

What?? I don't get that. Isn't that exactly what she expects you to do at that point?

There is a difference between a provider allowing BBFS and wanting to be creampied. The former being that she expects you to pull out before cumming. Of course, it is still risky behavior as she can still get pregnant and receive STD-causing bacteria or viruses from minute amounts of pre-ejaculate.

From my experiences the overwelming number of girls allow BB but not not want to get pregnant.

Therefore it becomes your responsibility to not get the girl pregnant, after she was nice enough to you to allow BB.

New post on Asia chat re: creampie-ing your BB girl...

Just curious how much you tipped on top of 7600 for 2 barfines with no sex?

And, yeah, I realize it's YOUR money...

Having a vasectomy means never having to say you're sorry--and pay the consequences....

Get the wrong girl pregnant and you could be looking at an ass kickin and a back alley neutering.

Regarding comments by Fooledagain1, Hunterman, and CFK: you're talking about responsibility and gratitude ("...after she was nice enough to you to allow BB"). This is what I meant by sexual ethics, whether you call it by that name or not. The girls are a huge part of my life, and I take care of the ones who take care of me, as best I can. Call it whatever you want. Or don't call it anything.

I'm ambivalent about uploading in-room photos, which is why this is the first time I've done it. Some of you have not posted any photos, possibly because you don't feel it's the right thing to do. I'm not sure about it myself. I read one account of a guy misusing somebody else's photos (from a Colombia report if I recall correctly) by posting them someplace (possibly in an attempt to find the girl).

@Porker: NOYB, but I just took them to dinner and the subject of money never came up.

Why would it? They didn't do anything?

What is six inches long, two 1/2 inches wide, and drives women wild?
Money.

@Porker:

A bit crass, I think. Like I said, at that point I was too worn out to do it any more. What was I supposed to do while reloading? Watch TV? Fight traffic to the casino? Put my earplugs in and go bar hopping again? It was the perfect opportunity to explore whatever pleasures awaited with Chelsea.

And please me she certainly did! After an excellent meal on the roof with spectacular views of Manila, she enticed me, hugged me, coddled, pampered, titillated, and caressed me with warmth and tenderness. She cooed and kissed my face with an innocent sincerity not found in inveterate bar girls. I was quite content as I dozed off in her tender brown arms. It was well worth it.

I wouldn't expect an AC-goer to relate. We are not exactly alike. If I were offered an all-expenses-paid trip to AC (only there, then come back) including first class airfare, I would stay home without a second thought. Easy decision.

I repeat: everything I do, from booking travel to deciding how and with whom to spend my time, I do to please exactly one guy. Why would I care if someone else doesn't "see it" or approve? My advice to anyone reading any report is: mind what you like and ignore the rest.

Would you say girl are better quality in Manila over AC?

Quality is where you find it, Tomux. All I can tell you about AC is that I will never go back there as long as I live.

But just for stopping by, here is another shot I took in Makati (which is part of Manila):

Photo: Makati Boobs 10

Thanks for replay, that dose make Manila an easy choice.

At least the tits are nice....real nice

@Blazers: She's eighteen. No smile because she was trying to look sultry.

Costar,

fun bags of this caliber aren't taken lightly, those are worthy of premature ejaculation

My motto: natural breasts make the World a better place.

CFK

I love discussions about "sexual ethics" on a mongering board :-)

I love those puffy nips as well, Primo!

@CFK: So you dislike tattoos and implants. If you also dislike (completely) shaved pudenda, then you are a certified kindred spirit.

Gents, would you consider these full A-cups?

Without poking, sucking, licking, touching, squeezing, or fondling them, clearly B cups.