General thoughts about this trip to AC: I absolutely had the time of life yet aGAIN in Angeles City this past trip, and, in many ways it was the best leg of any of my four Asia trips yet. I didn’t have girlfriend drama this time, and that greatly aided my enjoyment, though, as almost all who have ever been to AC before already know, barfining on consecutive nights in that town can result in girls THINKING they’re your girlfriend, which can create more minor conflict if you let it. I was pretty lucky in avoiding the ones I wanted to avoid without major conflicts, however, so the overall enjoyment level was high.
And the reason WHY I had such a great time was because the sex during my 12 nights in AC was friggin’ unbeLIEVABLY good. I have heard others complain about the skill level and enthusiasm of Filipinas before and heard them put down the Pinays compared to other Asian girls, but MY experience is that AC girls are by FAR the best I’ve had in Asia, and on this trip I got almost universally insanely good GFE every night. Though it wasn’t a conscious decision, I totally ignored trophy hunting and just tried to have a good time each and every day, and the results were incredibly satisfying. My pics may end up disappointing you (lol, and NAUSEATING some!), but I had a good time with just about every girl I was with, and an AMAZING time with more than my share.
Another thing I did slightly differently this trip was spending more time with the girls I picked instead of doing serial short times. Having a free bed at night instead of Airport Girl staking her claim to it made quite a difference in this regard. She wasn’t around hardly at all, and outside of a little amusement at her sudden change in attitude, she didn’t take up much of my thoughts while I was in town and wasn’t much missed. Funny how interviewing possible replacements for her every night had that result. I will say, however, it’s unlikely that I’ll ever again find a girl that seems to worship my very presence like she once did. THAT was indeed a unique experience for me.
OK, on to the good stuff, the GIRLS from the first four days:
#1 Confettis door girl:
I’ve already discussed the girl I had my first night in the last chapter where I barfined the first bargirl I set EYES ON on this trip to AC, the door girl at Confettis. She was nothing special in the looks department and too chunky for many of you, but the GFE with her was off the CHARTS good. InCREDIBLE sex, and several rounds of it. But as I mentioned in the previous chapter, her charms wore off when she she left the room after our last bang and all I had to remember was her looks – NOT her long suit.
Confettis girl also shot herself in the foot by being too pushy – she texted me hourly and ended up getting inSANELY jealous when she’d see me walk by her with another girl, something I couldn’t help, as her bar was directly around the corner from the Central Park where I was staying. Oh, and I was STRICTLY forbidden from even TALKING to another Confettis girl. The lesson learned was NEVER BARFINE A DOORGIRL!
Confettis girl apparently had it baaaad for me too – crying fits, screaming, hate texts followed by ‘sorry, I LUV U’ texts, apologies for barfining with other guys (I passed them on the stairs at the hotel! LOVED that one!!!). For those of you who have actually been to AC, you’ve probably experienced much of this before. Personally, of course I’d seen jealous girls before, but hadn’t had anything this bad. She was quite pyscho.
I felt a little bad for her, but not enough to fit her into the rotation again, as lookswise she didn’t make the cut. But what started out as a dismissal justification ended up being something that we’d discuss about a future reunion session: I’d do her again if she let me bang her ass. She kept telling me she’d do ANYTHING for me, including giving me her ‘cherry’ ass, and I decided later on in the trip to give her a chance to show me.
She’d always text me first thing in the morning and ask ‘what I was doing’. I’d usually ignore her, but one day I told her I was ‘dreaming about fucking her ass’, and she said she’d be right there and give it to me. Uh, THAT WORKED FOR ME!
And sure enough, she must have bolted over from her stay-in only a few yards away, as the phone rang in the lobby mere minutes after she said she was on her way. While I FELT LIKE saying, “OK, drop your pants and grab your ankles”, I turned mushy and we made out and played around for a good long while before I slipped it in her box for a little while as a first course.
When it came time to try and penetrate the third hole, however, she was NOT happy with the results! Despite copious amounts of lube, she simply would not relax enough to allow it to get worked in – jumping everytime it was even lined up for entry. THIS caused quite a bit of friction between us. I was horny as HELL and wanted her ass pretty badly, and she continued to insist that she wanted to please me. But when it came time for action she just wouldn’t cooperate at ALL, and this was very frustrating.
But we kept trying! At some point I figured that if she wasn’t going to relax and help out that I was going to have to just take a PLUNGE and hope the initial shock didn’t send her bouncing off the far wall. This method sure worked a lot better as far as getting it IN her ass, and she DIDN’T jump all the way to Subic as I’d expected her to do, but the waterworks started and howls of ‘it’s PAIN, it’s PAIN’ had my cock shriveling in remorse. This wasn’t working.
I think both of us felt pretty bad about it. I felt like she backed out on a deal, and she probably felt like she did too. But she obviously wasn’t up for it, and tears are in NO way erotic for me, so I just sat there and felt disappointed while she sobbed and made excuses. Finally I figured I better hug her to shut her up, and her tantrum miraculously ceased.
We cleaned up (fortunately no mess on my meat or on the SHEETS) separately in the bathroom, and put some clothes on afterwards. She was very clingy and wanted to cuddle and kept insisting that she ‘loved me’ and was sorry. I told her I was sorry too that she hadn’t kept her promise.
While she was brushing her hair I walked over and stuffed a bill in her back pocket (500 pesos), and when she was finished brushing her hair suggested that she make the bed – kind of a running joke I have with my dates when our time together had made it all disheveled – and something that Airport Girl had actually begun doing. She said “no”. Feeling up for a power play, I said “who’s the boss”?, and she said ‘she was’ and laughed. Funny game, haha.
But I laughed last as I put my arms around her, kissed her, and removed the 500 pesos I had put in her back pocket. Whether she ever knew it was there or not, I have no idea, though I know she never pulled it out and looked at it, so couldn’t have known if it was more than 500 pesos. She said nothing but a bunch of more “I love yous” and “I’m sorries”, and eventually I got her to leave.
I posted part of this story before, and Xenono basically called me an asshole for taking my money back for her not making the bed. Indeed, an asshole I AM, and an asshole move. But the bottom line was that she had been pestering ME to come to my room again – grounds for a freebie any way you want to slice it – and had reneged on her promise to let me bang her ass. That I gave her money in the first place, I think was generous, on my behalf, and taking it back entirely my prerogative. She gave me an answer I didn’t like at the wrong time and got penalized. Oops. Didn’t stop the ‘I luv u’ texts or begging for me to give her another chance. ‘I luv u’ emails followed (and went unanswered) once I got home.
#2 Brown Sugar Girl
The second girl of my trip was a repeat from a past trip (Brown Sugar girl from the trip before in April) and a girl I really hit it off with and truly enjoyed being around both in and out of bed. We had kept in touch off and on, mostly just ‘hi, how r u’ and ‘when u cum back here 2 Angeles’ kind of stuff, nothing at all heavy.
As with all my email/chat amigas with my trip dates approaching, I had been deliberately vague as to when I’d get to AC and pretty much cut off all contact with all of them about two weeks to go before I was scheduled to head to Asia, and a month before I was due to head to AC. But my LORD did she ever remember me when I walked into her bar. I sat down at the edge of the stage, saw her a few feet away onstage and said ‘Hi Brown Sugar Girl’, and she got SUPER excited and ran down offstage and jumped on my lap and started bearhugging me and kissing me. It didn’t take much to figure out that I had a barfine on my hands that evening!
And the sex with Brown Sugar girl was, again, inSANEly good. One thing I remembered about her from my last trip was how she had actually INITIATED sex with me a couple of times when I wasn’t feeling up to it at that moment for whatever reason (temporary insanity?), and how she had tried to prime the pump and then jump start me by blowing me in answer to my ‘not NOW, honey’!
And this trip she did her best to sexually exhaust me again. We fucked like rabbits for two nights straight, as being with her for 20 hours straight led me to pay her barfine again the next night to make it about 42 hours straight before reluctantly moving on.
In between boning sessions at night we went barhopping, and getting drunk with her was a BLAST. At one point she took me into the chick’s bathroom at Brown Sugar and started blowing me in there. I guess that was my reward for drunkenly caving into her ‘buy my roommate a drink’ request! Daytime meant trips to the movies on consecutive days where she fed me cheese popcorn. Fun stuff, but ended up having to buy her a new t-shirt when the white one she had on ended up ORANGE and she was too embarrassed to be seen in it anymore!
Brown Sugar girl had put on a good 10 lbs. in the 3 months since I had last seen her, but to ME she simply looked more like a woman than a skinny kid like before. Her hips really filled out. I also thought the gap in her smile was cute, though I can see how others wouldn’t. But looking at her pics does nothing to convey how soft her skin was, how great she always smelled and tasted, or how insanely well she treated me and how I always genuinely had FUN when I was with her. And did I mention that we fucked like rabbits? Brown Sugar girl was a total winner for me, and making the decision to keep my distance from her was a difficult one, and something that seems incredibly unnatural now that I’m removed from Asia. But as amazing as it seems, there’s ALWAYS something in my conscience there yelling at me that there’s something better waiting for me around the corner. Not always true, but usually satisfying, at least!
I did successfully dodge Brown Sugar girl for the better part of a week after I had her two nights in the first few nights of my trip. It helped that she had a regular customer that was apparently due over the weekend. That allowed me to get away with a just buying her a couple of drinks to ease my conscience instead of having to do a ‘guilt barfine’, which with her attitude I am sure I would have thoroughly enjoyed.
But when the regular left town, I DID end up running into her one night walking past Brown Sugar where she was hanging out at the door in street clothes after I had already made a date for later in the evening (with AIRPORT GIRL, of all people!), and after determining that I had no plans at that exact moment, simply walked away from Brown Sugar with me, tucking her arm in mine, and saying ‘let’s go do something’. And I ended up getting SMASHED drinking with her!
Ultimately we ended up playing pool at the Orchid Inn, and I was staggering around DIZZILY drunk. Sex was about the last thing on my mind at that point, but she asked me several times if she could go back to my room with me. I told her about the ‘I’m too drunk for sex’ part, and had been honest from the very beginning that a girl was due to come over at 3 AM. But BS girl kept insisting that she wanted to be alone with me in my room, that she was planning to leave AC for vacation the next day and wanted to say goodbye to me in my room. As I really liked this girl, it wasn’t TOO difficult to say OK. After establishing that I wasn’t going to pay her, of course! She acted exceedingly offended that I even asked her the question.
Once in the room (walking past Confettis got my door girl amiga hysTERICAL and cursing at us before she collapsed sobbing on her co-worker’s shoulder. Nice.) I felt a little better in that at least I wasn’t DIZZY from drunkenness any more. As she had on a couple of occasions before, BS girl completely took over and came close to RAPING ME, and amazingly, considering how drunk I had felt before, I got into it pretty quickly and banged the HELL out of her for a good 45 minutes to an hour.
When we finished screwing, there was no lingering drawn-out goodbye, she just THANKED ME and left without asking for a THING other than that I keep in touch. Every time I hear about or think about jaded, greedy bargirls, hopefully I’ll remember the good times for good times’ sake that I had with BS girl. I’m kind of lucky that I never got too serious with her, but then again, she was SOOOO cool that maybe she’d be a good one to settle down WITH? If I was ever inclined to do so, she’d certainly be a tough act to top.
#3 – Awesome Fuck from Dirty Duck
After spending my first three nights with just 2 girls, I was DAMNED happy with the GFE treatment, but a little sheepish about the wimpy numbers. I couldn’t complain about the LOADS per day, though, and was actually starting to feel like my dick could use a timeout from fucking again, as I’d felt a couple times before after a series of extra strenuous days strung together.
But there would be little rest for the weary cock during my stay in Angeles. As I was out for a rare solo barhop on a late Friday afternoon, I saw a girl onstage at Dirty Duck that looked pretty cute and was showing impressive cleavage. She noticed me looking at her and LIT UP smiling. Hmmm, cute smile? Great tits? I didn’t immediately yell out “BARFINE” (remember the tired cock part!), but it didn’t take much to call her down for a drink.
And not only was I not disappointed when she joined me on one of the plushy seats against the wall, the girl BLEW ME AWAY! She didn’t speak ANY English, and certainly none was needed, as all we did was wrestle with her clothing and kiss! She seemed to have no problems with me untying her string bikini top and playing with her tits, actually appearing to enjoy it. But she’d dutifully tie the top again after I stopped feasting for a few seconds! Only to have me untie it and start sucking on her LUSCIOUS C cups again right after that!
Her teenaged ass also felt inSANEly good bouncing on the sweet spot, and in the thirty minutes or so I played around with her in the bar, I got SUPER horny. I don’t know what took me so long, but eventually it dawned on me that this girl was just about the PERFECT one to take back to my room and fuck! Everything we had done together in the bar (and I’m not usually that playful) she had seemed to enjoy, and she was the same giggly, passionate chick throughout. She reminded me of a girl that Epi had hooked up with on my first trip that I’d nicknamed ‘Bouncy’ because she was so dumb and happy (and sexy) at the same time. Not a candidate for marriage, but as a sex slave? PERFECT!
She got seVERELY happy when I suggested going to my room, and she kind of excitedly grunted “barfine”? Uh, YEAH, honey, that’s the idea! And she pretty much RAN to change her clothes as I dug deep in my pockets for a blue note. (SIDENOTE: Man it’s going to SUCK if I ever have to pay a barfine of more than 1000 pesos in AC. There’s just something aesthetically pleasing of handing over a single blue bill as a ticket to PARADISE!).
Continuing the amazing trend for my AC trip, getting her back to the room ended up being a GFE grand slam. Sex with her was as good or better as it had been with the two inCREDIBLE girls I’d already been with in AC, and her pussy was like a VISE! GAWD I loved fucking that girl!
We fooled around a bit after round one, and pretty soon I had the camera out and she let me take any kind of pic I wanted. In the middle of trading phone numbers I thought it’d be cool to interrupt her phone diddling by getting her to suck my dick, and pretty soon she was doing it with cellphone still in hand. Made for a CLASSIC pic, if you ask me, but I’m a little biased. And it probably won’t fly here on CH, so oh well.
After Dirty Duck girl got me off aGAIN for the second time in 2 hours I ended up kicking her out so I could go hit the town with Ilaw in what I seem to remember was his last night in town. She pouted over me asking her to leave, and in hindsight, kicking her out seems awfully dumb now! I only ran into her once for the rest of my trip – while we both were on barfines with others – but she was all smiles toward me in passing. What a girl! What a frickin’ TOWN!!!
Barhopping interlude:
I had a date that night with a former waitress at Central Park who was rather famous for making up whopper stories about her life and also (according to the CP gossip grapevine) for hitting up guests for ‘gifts’. We’d gone out a few times in April (but always with a family member in tow), and keeping in touch afterward had her claiming that she ‘loved me’. Girls in AC sure seem to have those words roll off their tongue and/or fingertips.
I thought I’d done well to avoid her for my first 3 nights in AC, but eventually I had to at least contact her, especially after I ran into her cousin that I’d taken to Pick Up disco one night who was working at Margarita Station, and in doing so was a bit obligated to meet her. Which led to a bit of a dilemma: I have NO ethical problems fucking bargirls. They’re gonna fuck SOMEBODY, and paying them keeps any guilty feelings from getting involved when I dump them afterwards. I DO have ethical problems lying to non-bargirls to get in their pants, and I would feel treMENDOUSLY guilty afterward by dumping them – at least young and innocent girls in countries where sex is generally considered to be only done with someone you love. Like the Philippines.
The one thing I was more certain of than ever after 3+ weeks in Asia and 3+ GLORIOUS nights in AC was that I did NOT in ANY WAY want a girlfriend. Thus getting hooked up with a non-bargirl looking for a boyfriend was a complete waste of time. I knew that. But I agreed to meet my ex-waitress friend anyway.
But before my date with her, I had a couple drinks at Cambodia, always one of my favorite bars in AC, where I ended up running into a girl that had been made famous on another board based on a prolific poster’s infatuation (and pics) of her. A girl with HUGE, floppy, D-cup tits – something you just don’t see enough of in AC bars.
We ended up having a few drinks, and after the second one she started getting a little wild and dancing up a storm with her top unzipped. Soon she was onstage dancing and the whole bar was watching her flirt with me the entire time. I’m no expert at picking girls in AC or anywhere else, but if that wasn’t a winning barfine choice I’ve never seen one.
But I already had a DATE.
I was FAR more interested in boning big Cambodia bargirl titties than having dinner with my ‘regular’ girl that I was in over my head with, but I was too wimpy to cancel with the ex-CP waitress. So I TRIED to have it both ways and be able to come back for Cambodia girl after having dinner with the other chick. She said no problem, but that she got off early and told me I had to be back by 11:30 to take her. My dinner date was at 10. I asked her to please wait, but didn’t pay her barfine before I left.
Ilaw joined me for dinner with her, and I was IMMEDIATELY pissed off because she had brought a friend with her. AGAIN! After I had told her several times that I was frustrated with her because I was never alone with her.
She looked GOOD though, and her friend was HOT – turned out to be a dancer in some bar I’d never heard of that apparently whiteys don’t usually go into.
Waitress Girl was DAMNED happy to see me, but didn’t kiss me on the lips to greet me – something I expected, but thought very odd for someone that “loved me”. Not that I ever believed it. I should have just told her to fuck off then and there and RAN back to Cambodia, but for being an asshole, I’m kind of a wimpy asshole at the wrong damned times sometimes.
After dinner at Chic N Ribs (decent food), we were kind of at a loss as to what to do. I was DYING for an excuse to dump her, but couldn’t think of any. And with it being Ilaw’s last night I felt a little obligated to at least try and show him a good time.
Waitress girl started whining about never having been inside a go go bar (which seemed an OBVIOUS lie from what I knew about her), and she said they wanted to go. I figured one drink wouldn’t kill me, so I told them OK, let’s have a drink. I then took them to Las Vegas, a place I’d only been to once before and figured I wouldn’t know anybody! Luckily we didn’t run into Confettis girl on the way, as she apparently had already been barfined.
I proceeded to get REALLY drunk, and quickly forgot about Cambodia girl. The girls I was with said they wanted to play pool and suggested Kokomoz as a good place. So I headed over there with them while Ilaw stayed talking with a girl at Las Vegas.
When we got to Kokomoz, though, Waitress Girl told me she didn’t want to play, she wanted to watch ME play with her friend and order something to eat (we had just eaten). I thought this odd, but was drunk and went with the flow. As we were about to start, though, I LOST IT when Waitress Girl started getting pretty friendly with some Filipino guys at the next table and informing me that she was going to play a game of pool with THEM! WHAT THE FUCK?
BOILING MAD and just wanting to get the FUCK away from her, I put my pool stick down and just WALKED OUT of Kokomos as fast as I could and headed back towards Real St. I had stuck it out THAT long on our little date out of some sense of obligation, but her preferring to play pool with the Filipino guys instead of me (and probably sharing the food that I was going to be expected to pay for) was the last straw as far as I was concerned, and I had NO desire to be nice anymore.
She called after me as I scurried off, rang my phone constantly until I turned it off, and apparently went back to Las Vegas to bug Ilaw as to where I went. She continued to call and text over the next several days crying and telling me she needed to see me again to make things up to me. I had NO interest. I did cave in and give her a list of the things she had done that night to piss me off, though, and pointed out that our goals from any ‘relationship’ were going to be greatly different. When she STILL kept texting me I simply replied that she knew where I was staying anytime she wanted to come over and SHOW ME that her feelings for me were real. But we both knew that she couldn’t quite go to Central Park, so I was pretty safe in doing that.
I’m curious to know what others think of my preference for bargirls instead of potentially hooking up with a ‘good’ girl, but I suspected all along (helped by the CP staff that knew her) as did Epi that she was just a clumsy amateurish golddigger. Epi suggested that I get her on the program (and boldly offered to do it FOR ME – WHAT A GUY!!!), but I’d have felt a little guilty about that too.
Anyway, after all that crap, I was waaaay too late to go back for Ms. Tits at Cambodia, and apparently so drunk at Confettis and Tomkats that I couldn’t even get a girl to go with me as those bars closed. Maybe it was my insistence that they sneak out with no barfine or something (the bar was about to CLOSE, afterall!), I don’t know. No biggie, I sleep a lot better alone anyway.
(Message edited by Porker on January 12, 2005)