My much anticipated evening with Aiport Girl was disappointing, to say the least, but for reasons way beyond my (or probably her) control. While her attitude was as sweet and lovey-dovey as ever, in a very weird development, AG claimed that instead of just finishing her period as my calculation indicated, she had just STARTED her period that day! And believe me, she produced plenty of evidence that it was true.

This meant that something quite bizarre had happened the previous Monday morning (4 days before), as suddenly bleeding during sex isn’t a normal occurrence. And as she had been the time before, AG was extremely self conscious about her period, and it took a lot of coaxing to even get her to take off her panties. Any discussion of sex was immediately and firmly rejected despite my insistence that neither of us would suffer any physical harm, that it would just make a little mess that could be confined to a towel below us. No go.

So, of course, like any good monger, I started begging, whining and pleading about fucking her puwit (ass)! Something we had tried on a couple of occasions on my initial trip to AC several months previous. But AG being stone cold sober and worried about making a mess didn’t help my efforts to coax her into overcoming her fear and pain tolerance: She obviously remembered well that ass-fucking HURT.

This left me with a raging boner and only one hole left, and AG did her best to suck it dry that night and in the morning, but as I have difficulty cumming from a BJ, I ended up with severely blue balls. I couldn’t even concentrate enough to cum while fucking her tits as she kept her eyes open the whole time and if I’M stone cold sober, that bugs me! AAARGH!

While I was sexually frustrated, it was as if nothing had ever happened between us as far as the way AG treated me. And after several nights of either sleeping alone or restlessly with a first-time girl, feeling her body wrapped tightly around mine throughout every adjustment in sleeping position felt SOOO incredibly good. While it’s not the kind of thing that makes for hardcore whoremongering reports, for ME this was a highlight of my trip and something I miss terribly while away from Asia.

But it’s not like I get any more than 3-4 hours of sleep even with Airport Girl with me in my bed, so I was up severely early and going stir crazy in the wee hours of the morning yet AGAIN that night.

The second and last Friday of my trip started with a lazy morning of even more fooling around with Airport Girl (and DESPERATELY wanting to actually FUCK HER!). I let her sleep in during my usual breakfast ritual, which was more enjoyable than usual as my old TJ amigo El Pelon had arrived in AC and was staying at the Central Park as well, and we caught up a bit on his trip to Cambodia prior to the PI and the status of his relationship with his omni-present Angeles City ‘wife’ that he never fooled around on while in town.

When I went back up to dismiss AG, we ended up making out for a little while more and I got another (ultimately unsuccessful! DAMMIT!!!) BJ before sending her on her way. Not before she insisted that I find a second girl to fuck that night, though, if she was indeed going to stay with me during her period, as she wanted me to ‘enjoy my vacation’. How thoughtful!!! It wasn’t true fantasy material, though, as she refused my offer to have her JOIN IN by saying that she’d wait in the C.R. (bathroom) while we went at it. How romantic! We left things that she was going to text me that evening to let me know her plans about meeting me.

As she left she pushed my hand away as I tried to offer her 1000 pesos, the second time in a row she had refused money, but also the second time that there had been no boom boom due to a bleeding situation, which was possibly more than a coincidence.

As it was still January 1st in the States, the college bowl games were being played, and I caught a little of the USC game on the big screen TV at Kokomoz. Fortunately the really big college games and the next days NFL playoff games were on local cable, because at the time there was supposedly NO satellite feed of U.S. sports in any of the Fields bars or hotels. Daddy Pete of Kokomoz mentioned that they were planning to have the Armed Forces Network service online any day, and supposedly now it’s up and working.

I had a lunch date that day with a somewhat controversial AC figure (at least on the AC2 board), an ex-pat named Norman, who had invited me over to his house and gave me a tour the previous afternoon. To ME Norman seemed like one helluva nice guy, and like I did with his online posts, I appreciated his perspective as a former tourist turned full-time resident. I also met a couple of other locals from the ex-pat community that joined us at the table, and it was interesting hearing a small bit about their lives. Made me think about what it might be like to ‘retire’ there myself, though obviously that’s a pipedream because I don’t even have a pot to piss in at the moment and I’m still working full-time.

While passing a lazy, sunny afternoon at Kokomoz (PERFECT weather in early January) I noticed one of the Rick’s Café girls come in with her geriatric mahal (love) du jour, and she was quite impressively filling a skimpy little top. Though she looked well hooked up, she would instantly smile invitingly whenever she would catch my gaze and the geezer wasn’t looking. I had half a mind to ask a waitress to get her cell #, but didn’t want to breach etiquette while the guy was at the table.

As two o’clock rolled around, the time for an afternoon barhop and the chance to take care of the rather BLUE balls FINALLY arrived, and as I was right there, and Flaca was still on my mind after talking to Nabi the night before, I figured I’d head into Voodoo and see if she ‘missed’ me.

I arrived, sat down and ordered a drink, glanced about a bit for Flaca, who wasn't there. The waitresses immediately started hovering around a bit asking me if I was looking for her, and I said I was. Within 5 minutes she magically appeared, in street clothes, saying she had recently begun working later shifts because it was so dead in the early afternoons.
While I was waiting, several girls that I knew in passing came over to say hi and one in particular that had some rather large tits started flashing me after some minor encouragement by me. The handful of girls onstage kept calling over to get my attention and then coming up with some antic that made it worthwhile to look and then the whole stage would crack up. I was the only customer in the bar for 80% of that afternoon.
Flaca showed up and so did her drink 10 seconds later -- iced tea with me but she drinks tequila with others. She immediately headed for my lap and we started kissing and I wondeed why in the hell I had gone 3 days avoiding her bar and not seeing her. How'd she get cut from the rotation again?
A half hour later we're still in the same position and I'm still having fun. As there were about 6-7 staff total in the bar at the time and I was having a good time and maybe getting a mid-afternoon buzz, I told the waitress to get drinks for all 4 girls onstage. Which literally started people SHOUTING with happiness. Of course the two waitresses had to have one too, and then of course so did the bartender/cashier, so I said what the hell, I'll play bigspender for once and do the cheapest pseudo bellring imaginable. I never understood the lunacy that goes with a bell ring, but if I could do it that cheaply, under the right circumstances, I'd probably try it. The bottom line was that I made a few people pretty damned happy for a minute or two and all in all it was a rather cheap thank you for the entertainment they had given me that afternoon.
Of course a handful MORE people started streaming out of the back once word got out that some drunk fool was buying drinks for EVERYBODY and whining about 'where's mine'? I thought this was pretty funny and actually took a little pleasure in telling them that it was hard for them to entertain me while they were in the CR texting their little asses off.
I got horny with the fave wiggling her little ass on my lap. We started to talk about sexual adventures past and her plans for that afternoon. We talked about why she had been cut from the rotation, one reason being her apparent aversion to sucking dick. Getting down to brass tacks, I told her that while I was quite crazy for her, if I'm the customer (something we had gone round and round over), I had little interest in barfining a one-holer -- that blow jobs weren't just meant to be goodbye presents at the end of long journeys to set somebody up for a "Can you send me money, it's an emergency" email request. She pouted a little over that one.
Flaca is not a rookie in the bar, and not a stupid girl. She is normally quite popular and can barfine almost at will, and was EXTRA busy with all the guys buzzing around during the holidays. Some publicity on the local AC board didn't hurt her popularity.
But despite always seeming to have her eye on the bottom line, she also gives a generally decent experience for the barfine money -- providing the HOT girlfriend that many of us travel to AC to rent.
I told the fave that I wanted her. She said she wanted me too. But I told her that she needed to give me what I WANT from her, and that she knew what that was. She said that she would, but maybe a different night because she was leaving to go home that night and couldn’t stay with me.
I suggest short time and she instantly gets HAPPY. But I reiterate that if she goes with me, she better be ready to suck some dick. From experience I knew that it wasn't incompetence that prevented her from doing it, but rather that she didn't like it.
She was still pretty enthusiastic about going with me, but didn't miss the chance to be greedy: "You buy me load"?
"If you make me happy, Baby"
5 minutes later we were in the shower soaping up for some of the best sex I ever had in Angeles. Not only did she give me some special kisses, she slurped like she was being weaned on the thing, even paying attention to 'the boys' and giving porno star eye contact. Had she broken out THIS effort back in July, I probably would have married this chick!
After 10 minutes of greedily immersing myself in this insane pleasure, I turned her around to get a little taste myself while she continued working. While I love to joke about '68' being my favorite position, I really DID owe her one this time, and the liquid dripping down my chin onto my chest may have been evidence that the excessive compensation I was offering her was sexually exciting.
Boning time came soon after, and the Fave rode like her life depended on it. Half a dozen positions -- no problem. Fat guy pumping deep, sweat droplets bouncing off her face -- THANK YOU SIR, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER!
In re-telling this story for Epi almost IMMEDIATELY thereafter, his quote was 'I'm glad you and Flaca finally understand each other'. And it was SUCH an accurate assessment. She gave up the sexual good stuff that I had always CRAVED with her, and she stopped pretending that she 'loved me' and wasn’t all about the pesos. Win-win for everybody? I was certainly glad not to have to entertain her further after that and be free to pursue other bed partners for the night and she was free to go find victim number two OR go home like she said she was gonna. Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that she chose the former?
After the trip to short time heaven I met Epi on Santos St. at Romey’s barbershop and we proceeded the 20 feet across the street to Hole in the Wall again for dinner. As I’d been eating almost constantly throughout the day, splitting an order of nachos (again, very good) was enough to hit the spot.

We started the evening barhop at Cheetah’s on Fields, a bar I had only been in briefly so far, and while it was a decent place, with comfortable seating, I got bored rather quickly because all the girls that approached me were rather looks-challenged. Epi knew a couple of girls there and had a pretty tame version of his usual fun with them before we moved on to the next stops down Fields.

We ended up at Nero’s for my first time on this trip, and I thought the bar was pretty lively compared to most others I was in during my 10 day stay in AC at New Year’s time. While there weren’t the WAVES of cute dancers that I remembered from July, there were still plenty that looked damned good to me and a couple of head turners.

I didn’t end up shopping, though, as in almost déjà vu fashion from my previous visit to Nero’s in July, the first waitress I saw walking in the door made my mouth drop open looking at her cleavage popping out of the red waitress tops! I let her and her battle-ax looking friend (the supposed head waitress) escort me to a stageside seat and then the friend started some sort of speech to get me to buy the obvious object of my attention a drink, oblivious to the fact that I was already SOLD!

My new waitress friend was young, extremely CUTE and had gorgeous dark skin and beautiful white teeth. But more importantly, she just OOZED curves, and even a light touch anywhere on her body had my dick springing to attention. As the saying goes, she simply had ‘junk’ everywhere, and I think I was actually DROOLING the entire time I was with her in the bar.

A SMALL amount of drama arose when I saw a girl onstage that I had known from DMZ on my last trip and who I had kept in touch with via chikka messenger while back at home. In moments of weakness and frustration over not being able to hook up afternoon short-times, I had also texted her to let her know I was in town, but hadn’t come to see her yet, obviously. And when I ended up fairly well hooked up with a girl from her bar before I even remembered that she had said she was working there, it was kind of embarrassing. It ended up not being a big deal as she just sent me a single text saying ‘BUTTERFLY!’ with a smiley face, but I felt a little bad that I hadn’t at least been able to buy her a drink and talk for awhile. But I was indeed ‘busy’.

My waitress friend was fairly sweet to me, but looking back, was probably confused as to why I was coming on so strong with her. In the big scheme of things at Nero’s she was about average looking. I, however, found her HOT, and while I was careful not to gush over her as I had a few girls on the previous trip, I let her know in no uncertain terms that I was very attracted to her. All I was waiting for from her before paying a barfine was that she appeared to have a good attitude. But when that ended up taking too long to guage, I just said ‘FUCK IT’, it’s only 18 bucks, let’s commence to boning so I can see for myself!

I did decide to give things a little while before heading back to the room, though, as I had popped my ½ tab of generic vitamin V while taking a leak at Nero’s and wanted to give it time to take effect. So I asked her if she wanted to have a drink somewhere first, and she said sure, how ‘bout Blue Nile (next door, same owners). Nice choice!

But of course we walked right past Monday night’s barfine working the door, and she gave me stink-eye as we walked past. I told my date to hold on for a second and went back out to talk to the doorgirl, and she got instantly happy that I remembered her and thought about her enough to come talk to her. I told her that I would have invited her back over but couldn’t because she didn’t have a cellphone.

Back inside the already quite crowded bar, we got seated in a booth in the back towards the bathrooms and looking around there seemed to be a TON of chain-smoking Asian guys there. My girl was pretty friendly with our waitress, which turned out to be the girl that Epi was a little sweet on there and that I had had the accounting problem with on my first night in town. When she asked about Epi, I texted him and pretty soon it was the four of us tucked away in that suddenly little booth in the back corner of the bar.

My girl got a bit more lively with a friend around her to talk to, and soon we were all apparently havving a pretty good time. Somehow while joking around a bit, I decided that I was going to fake going down on Epi’s girl, but as I leaned across my BF and got within two feet of the BN waitress’s crotch, an overWHELMING STENCH invaded my nostrils. To borrow one of my very old lines, my head instantly popped up like OVERDUE TOAST, and I looked at Epi and blurted out one word: “RANK!”

Of course all eyes in the booth immediately trained right on ME, and Epi didn’t at all help things when he started asking me to clarify my comment! While I severely doubt the girls understood what I had said, when I refused further comment it probably looked REALLY bad. I sloughed it off the best I could and figured Epi could find out for himself if my comment was ambiguous in any way!

He apparently got the idea, and we ended up leaving together as I decided that it was now-or-never time to get my girl into the rack.

I did order her some food upon arrival at the hotel when she claimed she was hungry, and had it sent up to the room. When we got there, there was a nice note from Atravel wishing me well on the rest of my stay and saying that he was headed for the airport in the morning. Atravel was one HELLUVA nice guy and an enthusiastic newbie, but I had barely seen him for the past several days because he kept getting hooked up with a girl. Can’t say that I blamed him, as while Epi and I have our charms, we ain’t NEARLY as pretty as even the lower tier girls in Angeles!!!

My Nero’s waitress made me quite happy when she decided to make out with me on the bed instead of eating first, and saying that she would eat ‘later’. As with Blue Nile girl several nights before, we made out in the light of the TV and slowly worked our way to getting naked. And when the clothes came off, I was in lust for this chick’s body more than ever. Her curves were indeed amazing, and I thought to myself the whole time waiting while we traded showers that this was going to be one AWESOME experience!

Nero’s girl had recently had a baby, maybe 4 months past childbirth. And she was exTREMELY self-conscious about her body. And truth being told, she had some very serious stretch marks, predominantly about her midsection, but some very red and ugly ones on her ULTRA-soft and saggy tits. And make no mistake, they were NOT attractive! But the pure softness of her body was extremely arousing to me, and in the dim light, it was easy to believe she was a TEN.

After the showers we continued making out for several minutes before I took the initiative and started kissing her all the way down. And by the time I reached her pussy, she was so READY she gave my face the full bucking bronco routine, and gushed cunt juice all over the place in the process. I selflessly held out for a good 15 minutes while she thrashed and came (and came. And CAME!) and USED my tongue (and nose… and CHIN!!!) for her own selfish pleasure. Finally I couldn’t take it any more and slid my RAGING boner into her somehow-still-tight-while-sopping-wet-slit, and she started moaning and thrashing about even more possessedly. All I could really do was hold on for dear life like I was clinging to a liferaft in a raging ocean while she thrashed me about the bed!

Already WELL worked up, I couldn’t take much of this passion, and soon started moaning and babbling about how I was about to cum. Somehow my little princess managed to regain her wits a bit and tell me not to cum inside, and severely unNATURALLY respecting her wishes, I did manage to extricate myself from her clenching cunt and thrashing body at the moment of truth to spray several gushers of leche into her soft midsection.

While I had seriously fucked the HELL out of Flaca that afternoon and enjoyed every minute of it, the raw animal passion that I had with Nero’s girl was even BETTER sex, some of the best I’ve had in my life. My sort of shy, reserved, conservative-seeming Filipina had turned into a NYMPHO in the room, and completely blew me away in the process. WHAT A RIDE!!!

We both quickly hosed off and were soon sitting around in towels while she started eating the now rather cold food that had been ordered from the restaurant downstairs. She told me a bit more intimate details of her life and about a guy from Canada that was sweet on her that had promised to be a money-ko and support her when he had left about 5 weeks prior. He had sent her 200 bucks two separate times already, she said, and called her every day and texted her several more times daily. If she fucked that guy HALF as well as she had fucked me, I could see why he was so smitten!

After she finished about half of her food, we ended up back in bed and still in the glow of the TV, and soon ended up making out again. Which soon led to me going down on her again, which soon led to an almost identical replay of session #1, down to the very detail of me pulling out at the last moment and spooging all over her midesection. Two loads in 45 minutes is ALWAYS a pretty major accomplishment for me, and Nero’s girl instantly made the Porker Hall of Fame with that feat!

As we had left Blue Nile rather early, about 10:30, it was STILL only about 12:30 at that point, and for the first time all night I noted to myself that I hadn’t heard from Airport Girl. I grabbed my turned off phone as I headed for the bathroom and found two texts from her saying that she ‘knew I had girl’ and that she would talk to me in the morning. It made me think for a second, but I ultimately chalked it up to her bluffing. But hoping to easily resolve things until the morning, I sent back a text simply saying, ‘sorry, Baby, I’m sleeping, talk to you tomorrow’. And then I set about to doing just that, sleeping curled up with Nero’s girl.

Nero’s girl had told me in the bar that she needed to get home to her baby and that she could stay no later than about 6 AM, something I totally respected because she told me before I volunteered to pay her barfine. I had made a deal with her that she could leave after she made me cum twice, whatever time that was. But heading back to bed with her after round two, she was obviously in no hurry to go anywhere, and draped herself all over me the way only a Filipina (in my admittedly limited experience) has in my life.

For some reason, though, I hadn’t bothered to take out my contacts before I fell asleep, and I woke up within an hour with my eyes very irritated and desperately wanting to expel the little plastic invaders inside. Instead of getting up and immediately attending to them, however, I ended up rubbing up against my sexy little brown honey, and the next thing I knew, my dick was like a TENTPOLE again, and was painfully poking her soft, fleshy ass!

I repositioned her slightly so I could enter her while we were both lying on our sides, and there was only the slightest initial resistance upon entering the promised land, which, of course, elevated the boner level to 110%! Seconds later she was thrashing about again, and this time I was trying to ride the wave from behind.

Having already come twice, I lasted quite a bit longer this time and actually gave her a run for her money. I lost track of how many times she came on my dick after about a half dozen, but impaling her doggy style turned the tables a little bit towards MY enjoyment at HER expense! But in the end it was again me pumping away missionary that got me to the verge of finishing, and for the third time in 2 ½ hours, I ended up pulling out and shooting a load (WEAK ONE this time!) into her midsection. UnfuckingbeLIEVaBLE!!!

KNOWING that yanking a FOURTH load anytime soon was going to be seVEREly unlikely, I decided to send my ‘love’ home with a couple hundred tokens of my appreciation and a big bag of candy that I still had left over from my journey from the States. As she left I could tell why the schmuck from Canada was so enthralled with her.

Letting her out I noticed what looked like a PEANUT lying on the floor, and thought nothing of it beyond mild curiosity as I hit the shower and got dressed to nominally head downstairs for a late snack before trying to return to sleep. But after I re-read the note from Atravel I realized that he had left me a gift of Cialis that was strangely missing from the folded up paper. On a hunch I hunched over to see if I could find the ‘peanut’ again, and sure enough, it turned out to be a Cialis tablet! I would end up trying it out a couple days later. Atravel if you haven’t disappeared for good and end up reading this, thanks, Man!

While dressing I got a text from Epi saying he was still up and looking for something to do, and when we both decided that SubDelicious calling our names for a late night bite, we headed the couple blocks over there and up the steps to the second floor for what ended up being the perfect setting for a late-night recap of the night’s events. Heading back to the room WAAAAY overstuffed and still low on bodily fluids, I crashed for a precious few hours still GLOWING from the mind-blowing sex with Nero’s girl. After starting out the morning with severely BLUE BALLS, it had ended up being a historically orgasmic day.

Photos: Airport Girl 83 84
Photos: Nero's Girl 85 86 87