(to skip the lead-in scroll down to October 14
Three years have passed since my last attempt to enjoy the good fortune of being a man. My last effort was just getting to the deeply enjoyable stage when it was cut short by emergencies (real or contrived) at home.
After returning to the purgatory that is the American married man, I once again provided opportunities for my wife to turn things around. I defined a very clear and reasonable set of values that would make the situation at home tolerable if not down right satisfying.
Despite all my encouragement and support, the situation has not improved. It was time to reward myself for being a hard working, generous and honest husband in the face of lazy, selfish and deceitful reciprocation.
In the Spring of 2006 I started putting half of all my cash withdrawals into a fund to pay for my next whore mongering trip. I had read the reports of the fantastic performance of the Brazilian women. The monger sites certainly have plenty of pictures of beautiful working women in Brazil. I had also read of the 'girl friend experience' common with the Columbian providers. Both countries have their good and bad reports.
I have been to Thailand. I love the Thai people. They all do their best to be good hosts and the Thai girls are much nicer looking in person than their pictures reflect. It must be their happy fun-loving nature that is visible only in person. But I have been to Thailand and there is a world full of destinations.
This trip I decided to give the Philippine entertainers a try. I have been to the Philippines on business and I think the Pinays are beautiful. Veteran mongers are overwhelmingly positive on the attitude and performance of the girls in the Philippines.
With a destination selected it was time to set a date. On New Years I resolved to take another trip if I didn't see marked progress towards the values I had outlined as acceptable. My 54th birthday was mid September and I picked that as my target. My plan was to give myself a full two weeks to relax and unwind. The first week would be to do some volume and the second week would be to pick the best from week one and work on quality. Maybe do some sight seeing with my new companion and really enjoy myself without pressure. I would leave on Thursday which would get me to Manila by Saturday morning (midnight Friday) where the driver from Angeles could pick me up. I would get to the Hotel in AC by 2:00 or 3:00 AM and have time to get enough sleep to be ready to party on Saturday night.
Six weeks prior to my target departure I went online and booked RT to Manila. With the dates now 'set-in-stone' I made hotel reservations at the Central Park Hotel. I had no plans to take my lap-top and would not be calling home for an update. This time I was going to give my full attention to relaxing and having a good time. Whatever happened at home happened. I would deal with it when I got back.
Enter Murphy's law
Two weeks after I purchase my ticket, my job dictates that I need to spend a week and a half in Penang, Malaysia the first of October and another couple days in the Philippines immediately thereafter. Well... I can't stay gone forever, but I decided to extend a week in the Philippines and check out Angeles (AC) on the company plane ticket. Next I contacted my online booking agent to cancel the ticket I had already purchased. You all probably know the spiel. You have until January 1, 2007 to use the credit (same passenger, same Airline) or lose the value of the ticket. That doesn't mean I have to go anywhere by Jan 1, 2007. I just have to book another trip by that date.
Ok, so the trip will be two weeks of stress followed by only one week of learning a new destination. Better than nothing. I email the Central Park and reset the dates of my stay and the point and time he driver should pick me up.
Not such a big deal you say, but wait... there's more. Just two and a half weeks before my departure my wife quits her job and puts our house in town up for sale. We have a larger house in the country, but we've been staying in town during the week to cut down on commute time and expense. You guessed it. The agent wants to have an open-house that same weekend. I take a day off work and work round the clock trimming hauling and touching up so the house will be ready to show on Saturday. You guessed it...!! We get an offer and the home inspection is the next Tuesday. I get a list that needs to be resolved, in some way, before my departure date a week and a half away. The perspective buyers want to close 3 days before my scheduled return. I work late into each night and all my last weekend doing what I can; and offer compensation for those couple things I just can't get done in the time available. The house in town is essentially empty except for a few things my wife can load in her car and take to the country house. She will tend the sale until she gets the check then take her stuff and vacate.
It's departure date, Thursday morning. I get to the airport at 8:00 for a 10:30 AM departure. Since I plan do be gone for 3 weeks, I have packed my large suitcase with a week and a half worth of clothes. The plan is to get through the first week, do a minimal order of laundry and have enough to get me to Angeles where the prices are more reasonable. The ticket agent informs me that the new (as of last spring) limit for any one bag is 50 lbs I guess I don't watch enough news.. My large bag weighs 54.5 lbs. I have 2 options: get rid of 4.5 pounds or pay the $50 overweight fee. A quick mental inventory of my bag tells me that there isn't 4.5 pounds of anything in my bag I could repurchase for $50. I pay the fee and get my boarding passes. The bag is checked through to Penang.
At the gate the agent announces that our flight will be departing 30 minutes late due to fog in San Francisco. (SFO) My schedule included 1.5 hours stop in SFO so it would be a close change but still with 40 minutes to spare. As the designated boarding time came and went, still no call to board the plane… Finally 45 minutes after the original departure time United Airlines starts boarding the flight to SFO. We are wheels up a full hour late. Unless the departure for Tokyo (NRT) is late I won’t make the flight to Tokyo today. Heading into SFO the Capitan comes on the intercom and tells us we will be holding for traffic… shouldn’t be more than a couple laps (one turn in a hold is 6 minutes) When we get down it is a full hour and 40 minutes past our original arrival time… the departure of UA853 my flight to Tokyo was ‘on-time’!!
I head for the ticket counter to find my options. The agent looks at my itinerary and suggests there is a Singapore Air flight SQ19 out of Las Angeles (LAX) direct to Singapore (SIN) that will arrive in time to make my connection to Penang (PEN). I book that alternative with the assurances that my bag will make the same flights. The flight from LAX to SIN departs at 8:00 PM. Scheduled departure for my flight from SFO to LAX is 5:00 PM flight time is 55 minutes. That should leave a couple hours to go from the domestic terminal to the international terminal and clear security. Should be enough time if there isn’t a long line. (it is Thursday night) Just prior to departure we get an announcement that there will be a 1 hour delay in our flight to LAX. You can probably see this coming… by the time the flight gets to LAX the departure board is listing SQ19 as “in final boarding”. Back to the United ticket counter… My next option is a United flight UA899 from LAX to NRT Friday at noon. The agent books my trip, gives me a voucher for a hotel and instructs me on where to catch a free shuttle to the hotel.
Friday morning I get to LAX early to check on my flight and verify my bag has indeed kept up with all the route changes. Almost predictably, the flight is scheduled for an on-time departure, but my bag is still in SFO scheduled on UA853 also bound for NRT. The agent assures me that the bag WILL NOT be loaded on the plane, because I won’t be on that flight. So… how do I get my bag? Is there a flight from SFO to LAX that will get my bag here on time for my noon departure… NO. I explain to the agent that this is in no way my fault. United missed my connections twice and failed to ship my bag all by themselves and at great inconvenience to me. If the bag cannot ship unless I’m on the plane does that mean I have to go back to SFO to retrieve it? No: my other option is to get to my final destination and file a missing bag report. They will find it and ship it to my final destination. WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE? I won’t be on the plane with the bag when it ships as a missing bag. Why can’t you save us all some trouble and put it on UA853. After all I will be getting on UA853 from NRT to SIN. That way the bag will arrive when I do. She makes a call and seems to get agreement to waive the formality and put my suitcase on Friday’s UA853.
When I arrive in NRT I head for the customer service counter to check if my bag made the trip from San Francisco. “Sorry sir there is no luggage in the system under this number”(baggage claim check) “When you get to your final destination you can fill out a claim…” I make plans to visit the mall and buy clothes when I get to Penang. The flight from NRT to SIN arrives at 11:30 Saturday night (across the date line)
After getting on a wait list, I get a room at the transit hotel about 1:30 AM Sunday for a much needed shower and a couple hours sleep. Up at 5:00 AM I put on my spare change of clothes, (I always keep in my computer case when traveling) and head for my departure gate to be early for the 8:05 AM departure to Penang.
At PEN I wait until the last bag is taken from the carousel then go to baggage claim service and fill out the missing bag report. I am assured they will find my bag and bring it to the hotel, probably tomorrow. After checking into the hotel I walk the short distance to the mall and purchase 2 shirts 2 pair of jeans and 3 changes of underwear and socks. That should hold me until I get further word on my suitcase.
Day 5 in Penang. It is Thursday a week since I left Phoenix. I have purchased a total of 4 shirts, 2 pair of jeans and 6 changes of underwear w/socks and a new (smaller) suitcase. Wednesday I sent my clothes to the laundry. When I arrive back from the work site, there is a message from the bell desk. The airline has delivered my bag. I am glad. The contents are worth considerably more than the $9.07 lb. the airline would pay to lose it completely. The lock has been cut, but all the contents are intact.
Wednesday October 11:
The trip to Manila starts with a Taxi ride to the Penang airport. Clearing security as easy and they band your luggage so that you and anyone else can tell if they have been opened. Check-in was easy and my bags are checked through to Manila. There will be a plane change in SIN.
Arrival in Manila is routine and I clear customs and head for the shuttle stand. The Peninsula Hotel has its own shuttle office at the airport and you would think they would provide free transportation the roughly 5 miles to the hotel. NOT TRUE… The snooty agents in suits at the shuttle stand verify my name on their expected guest list and offer me the limo for a mere 2300PHP $45..!!! No way am I going to pay them $10 a mile to take me to a hotel where they intend to continue gouging me for every nickel they can get. I ask if they really think I’m that stupid. Last time I was in Manila I got a taxi to the Shangri La (across the street from the Peninsula) for 300PHP. Well there is the cheaper taxi for 700PHP. I was tired and not in the mood for more debate or taking my chances with the curb taxis so I opted for the 700 peso ride.
When I arrive at the hotel the bell boy takes my bags from the taxi and quickly whisks them away saying he will bring them to my room. I hate it when they do that… first I want my bag when I get to my room and second he is going to want a tip for something I would have rather done myself. At the registration desk I get checked in. Again in luxury hotel style the clerk doesn’t give me the key, but escorts me to my room (so I feel obligated to tip him). With him out of the way I start connecting to the internet and wait for my bags so I can get ready for the next days meetings. After about 10 minutes there is a knock on the door and the bell boy delivers my bags. I give him a tip and usher him out, thinking ‘ now I can get comfortable’. I like a hotel that has what I need… like an ironing board and iron so I don’t look like I crawled out of a clothes hamper. Not in the Peninsula… they have a pressing service. Not happening… I’ll hang them in the bathroom while I take a long hot shower and go with what I get.
Thursday October 12:
I take the company shuttle bus from Manila to the site some 35 km South. The ride is about an hour and a half. At noon I check out the company cafeteria and sample the local fare. The afternoon goes quickly and I get the shuttle back to Manila. My stomach has started feeling twitchy and upset from my lunch. I concentrate on keeping it down while on the bouncy polluted ride back to Manila. In Manila the shuttle driver lets me out at the last stop and suggests I just flag down a taxi on the street. Following his advice I hail the first empty taxi I see and tell him I want to go to the Peninsula in Makati. That will be 100 peso… Didn’t the Peninsula charge me 275 to get over here in the morning..?? The rush hour traffic is horrendous and it takes 20 minutes. I pay the 100 fare and give him a 100 peso tip. I am really feeling sick at this point. I go to my room and empty my stomach. I am sweating and cold at the same time. A long hot shower seems to help. I try and drink some water, but it won’t stay down. I lie down and try to recover, but every half hour I’m back in the bathroom. By midnight I am able to keep about 3 oz of water down and I’m getting some sleep.
I hire a car to take me to work on Friday and manage to make it through the day with out embarrassing myself.
Saturday October 14:
I have the driver from the Central Park meet me in the lobby of the Peninsula at 11:00AM for the 95 km drive to AC. The car is in good shape and the driver skillful at negotiating the Manila traffic and we are soon making good time up the expressway. The trip takes about an hour and a half.
The hotel is located in what might be considered an alley here in the states, and is quite unimpressive from the outside with a small metal sign it’s only identifier. Once through the entrance arch the scenery changes. There is a nicely landscaped garden entry with a uniformed guard at the door. Once inside there is spacious lobby that has 5 tables where you can get food service from the 24 hour restaurant. At the registration counter there are 3 or 4 agents all in uniform, who know my name and are expecting me. My room has already been assigned and no credit card pre approval is needed. I just sign in and enter my passport number.
I haven’t done laundry since I got my bag from the airline a week and a half ago, so I have 9 sets of clothes that need cleaning. I sort and count the items and put them in two laundry bags. The total will come to 1100 pesos ($22). This same quantity in either of my previous hotels would have been $75 or more.
By mid afternoon, I haven’t had any quantity of solid food in almost 2 days. I decide to give the hotel restaurant a try. Roast chicken with rice and vegetables with a Coke to drink is 220 pesos ($4.40) The food is good, but I feel a little light headed so I go back to my room for a nap.
6:00 PM I was supposed to meet the infamous MX for a drink when I got to town, but calls to the cell number he gave me were unanswered. I guess I'm on my own for a first night in town. I shower dress and head out to explore.
Heart-breakers isn't quite open at 6:30, so I head next door to Top Cat. The waitresses are very cute, but the dancers are all fat. There are maybe 20 girls on stage standing or moving unenthusiastically to some very loud music. My attending waitress is easily an ‘8’ , hard small body with a cute face and big pretty smile. I order a Rum and Coke and a Lady Drink (LD) for her. I answer all the standard questions and admit to her that this is my first time first night in AC. Anxious to ‘get one under my belt’ I ask how much the bar fine is in Top Cat. “1300 peso, but I’m mens.” Remembering the possible reasons for this type of response I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “ “It’s true… put your hand and smell.” OK… hard to imagine she would bluff that far. The only other girl in the place I would have taken was the waitress sitting right beside her. I would have felt bad about propositioning her, so I went on to the next bar.
Road House has a country sound coming through the door and the barkers escort me in and seat me at the bar. Another Rum and Coke to stake my position. The girls wear red and white school girl costumes and some of the dancers are pretty. One little cutie is flirting and having a lot of fun, so I call her down and buy her a LD. Her name is Novie. We start to talk and another girl who had been trying to get my eye starts mockingly wiping a tear from her eye. Novie is laughing and says that is her friend who likes me. I invite her to join us. Her name is Che-Che. We talk for about 15 minutes, they are both fun and doable, but the night is young and there are still at least 50 more bars within walking distance. I move on.
Brown Sugar is my next stop. The lineup is hit and miss without a lot of energy. There is a small girl on the end of the line with a very firm yet nicely shaped ass and flat firm stomach. She is giving me the shy routine, smiling then looking away when I make eye contact. I motion for her to join me. Jean is 19, no babies and been working AC about 3 months. She is no cherry girl and would like me to Bar Fine (BF) her so we can go bar hop and “boom-boom”. I hand her 1500 and tell her to get dressed. She has never had a double BF with her best friend Maria. Maria also 19 is less hard, but not fat and has a very cute face with long curly hair. If it is her best friend… OK I hand over another 1100. They both head for the change room, but are back in a couple minutes with Mama-san. Maria is a ‘cherry girl’…No boom-boom. Well that’s a detractor, but if that’s the only taboo I can live with her as an assist and play partner. Maybe a little DATY while Jean gets me ready for action. It will be good training for her. Mama-san explains to the girls and there seems to be agreement all around. I OK the double BF to the great jubilation of the girls. They go and change and are back at my side in a few minutes.
Its after 8:00 PM and I think its time to get something to eat before the girls show me the town. We head to the hotel to recharge my peso resources and then stop by Swiss Chalet for dinner. The portions are big and no one can finish. Me because I’m still having stomach problems and the girls because the portions are scaled for Western fat guys.
We hit half a dozen bars where we each have a drink and they invite one or two of their friends to join for a LD. After a couple hours and 4 or 5 thousand pesos I decide its time for the main event. The girls are quiet on the march back to the hotel.
In the room I pull off my shirt and T-shirt and turn to see them huddled in the corner like they don’t know what is happening. I tell them to hit the showers first. I’ll call for more towels. They disappear into the bath and I get room service to bring me two more towels. I set condoms and lubricant on the night stand. Jean emerges wrapped in a towel and heads over to the bed. I turn on the TV to provide some background noise. I’m sweaty from the nights adventure so I want to get a rinse, but Maria is taking forever in the bathroom. I ask Jean if Maria thinks she’s going to stay in there all night. Jean calls Maria out. She is fully clothed..!!! They go back to the corner of the room and cower like rabbits cornered by a wolf. WTF…!! OK… If Maria isn’t going to participate she needs to go. I tell her to leave. No tip, just go. She hugs me and tells me to take care of her friend.
Jean is tense. She is laying in the bed on her back as stiff as a board. I tell her to roll over and I start massaging her to try and get her to relax, but it is no use. She is scared stiff. I tell her to watch some TV while I get a shower. When I get out of the shower she is sitting at the head of the bed wrapped in her towel. I unwrap her and pull her down on the bed to get a taste of that cute little pussy, but she is tense and her legs are locked together. Damn… enough of this. I’m not going to rape you. “If you aren’t going to fuck. Get dressed.” “What are you going to do?”, she asks. “We’re going back to the bar and I’m going to tell Mama-san how unhappy I am with the two girls I got from her bar.” She dresses and is silent for the walk back to Brown Sugar.
In Brown Sugar Mama-san is concerned. I relate the nights events and tell her I think I was intentionally mislead by both girls. She should remember the earlier conversation. She talks in tagalog to Jean. “She says you use extra large condoms.” What the hell difference is that supposed to make. She is a professional and should be able to handle a large cock. Besides, she never even got it hard. How does she know it is too big. Maybe I just like a loose fitting condom.”
JUST FOR THE RECORD:
I am a Caucasian, 6’ tall lean 170lbs
I’m average looking with clean skin
My cock is at best 7 ¾ inches long and 6 inched in circumference (thick but not excessive) I have never ‘hurt’ anyone with it.
Mama-san offers, ”What if I give you a free drink?” now that’s compensation… I’ve spent a couple hundred dollars on these two girls and their friends and she offers me a $2 free drink. I was hot, but this wasn’t the place to act the fool. I just forced a smile and shook my head. I left without a word.
During the nights bar hopping we had stopped in Champagne. There was a nice looking busty girl there named Nancy that was hungry for more than a LD. I headed back to Champagne. Nancy hit on me as soon as I entered the bar. “Where are your two girl friends?” I quickly relate the story, not wanting to sound bitter, but more educated on the proper questions now. I ask Nancy if she likes big dicks. “No problem. You want to go?” The answer was obvious. I hand over another 1300 pesos and she goes to dress. One of her co-workers encourages me while Nancy is dressing. “You picked the right girl. She is fun and likes big dicks.” I try and accept that as a positive comment on Nancy’s character.
Nancy is a good girl. She’s 23 has a baby that stays with her mother in the provinces. She has been working AC for a couple years. She is attractive, though not a ‘babe’ has a bit of a baby belly to go with the big boobs, but all in all she is in pretty good shape and a good performer. DATY, BBBJ, and boom-boom in several positions with condom. All done with a smile of appreciation. 500 peso tip and breakfast in the morning and off she goes.
Sunday 15 October:
The plan for today is to hit Perimeter Road and visit the infamous Nifty’s. About 11:00 AM I head up Fields. As I pass Doll House I hear the thump, thump, thump of heavy Rap rhythm. “Sir, Sir, come inside.” The door girls beckon. Hey… you have to start the day somewhere. I go inside and order a cup of coffee. As I sip my morning coffee I realize it isn’t possible to enjoy coffee to Rap… Actually it isn’t possible to enjoy anything to Rap. But maybe it’s just my age. There is a dancer on the stage that clearly knows what men look for in a stripper. She is dancing like she means it. Without any encouragement from me, she leaves the stage and comes to sit beside me. Her name is Cassandra she is 37 years old, but in fair shape. She cuts right to the chase. She grabs my dick and starts a massage. “You like boom-boom?” I warn her to be careful what she asks for. I have what some consider a big dick. “”Big dick Ok…I like!” Fine…1300 pesos and away she goes. I finish my coffee while the waitress assures me Cassandra is a nice girl.
On the way back to the room Cassandra repeatedly tells me she doesn’t have babies and that she knows her body and that she is clean and I don’t have to worry or use condoms. She swears she hasn’t been bar fined in a year and needs to get fucked. She talks a lot. It is now noon, so we stop in the lobby for a coke while the housekeeper hastily makes up my room. Cassandra tells me her life story …blah…blah… blah… The room is finally ready. Cassandra starts the shower and calls me to join her. In the shower she goes right to her knees and starts giving me a BJ while washing my ass. It feels pretty good I wash her hair while she works, but she is drowning trying to breath with her face directly under the shower stream. I pull her to her feet and rinse her hair and wash her body with the shower gel. She wants to climb up and ride me in the shower. It wouldn’t be a problem… she only weighs maybe 42 kg, but I suggest we go to the bed where it’s more comfortable and safer. In the bed she attacks my cock and gives me a BBBJ that nearly brings me off, before I stop her. I start eating her pussy and it is gushing wet. I think she actually may be horny. I roll on my back to let her drive. She reassesses my cock, now at battle ready… “you have a very big cock.!” “You said you like..?” I countered. She stands above me and gingerly lowers her tiny body on my hungry cock. “Oh shit, shit, shit,” she gasps as she slowly impales herself. Normally this would put me off, but she did it with a needy determination. She was going to get it in… all of it. She needed it. Damn that made me horny. Once she gets the entire cock up inside her she rests for a minute. Her face is red, but there is a smile on her lips. She starts to move and within a minute or two she is slamming full strokes in a frantic pace. I hold back. It feels good and she seems to be getting some satisfaction from a job well done. When she collapses exhausted I roll her over and put her feet in my armpits. With my hands under her shoulders I drive home to the constant gasping “shit, shit, oh shit…” I’m starting to sweat so I let go and unload inside her as I continue to pump. The cum squirts out on my balls and drips down her ass. Man… that’s what I call a nooner..!! I give her 500 pesos for her trouble. She tells me she works from 3:00 AM until Noon. Don’t pay bar fine. Just tell her and she will come over after work and boom-boom. I take her email address and tell her I’ll consider it. (I wasn’t really considering it… she talks way too much)
With that out of the way and a quick shower, I tip housekeeping a 100 pesos for a redo on my room and head out up Perimeter Road again. As I walk along I notice a big new Mall just the other side of the perimeter fence. I figure there is an entrance somewhere along near the middle. I’m down past Garfield’s and still don’t see any sign of a gate. There is an obviously Western gentleman catching his breath in a piece of block wall and I ask him how to get to the mall. The only entrance is back at the Jeepnee stand by Jolibee’s. We strike up a conversation that moves to a street-side café and drink 25 peso San Miguel’s for a couple hours. Sitting outside all afternoon has negated my shower. I head back to the hotel to freshen up. Back at the hotel, my stomach is really starting to twitch. I resolve to seek out a doctor tomorrow. I call it a day and stay in for the night.
Monday 16 October:
In my wanderings Sunday I recall seeing a sign for a medical clinic. After a light breakfast I head out to find a doctor. Down a side street a couple blocks up Fields is a doctor’s office. Inside is a man patiently waiting while the doctor sees his baby. About 5 minutes after I arrive the mother and baby come out and they leave with the man. The doctor calls me back. I tell her how my stomach has been sore and unsettled since Thursday when I ate in the Company cafeteria. As I describe my symptoms she listens quietly and gives an occasional nod. She has me lie back on the table and feels my stomach and groin with her finger tips. Her diagnosis is that I have a bacterial infection from something I ate. She prescribes a compound antibiotic and sulfa medication and pulls 20 doses of the prescribed medication from her cabinet. To this she also adds an anti-spasmodic drug to ease my stomach twitchiness. In all it probably took 30 minutes. Doctor’s visit complete with drugs 550 pesos ($11) Try and do that in the good ole USA…
Back at the hotel I look the drugs up on the internet before taking the prescribed dose. Call me paranoid. I take a short nap to make sure there are no adverse reactions.
At noon I am actually feeling better. A quick shower and a fresh shirt and I’m back in the hunt. Determined to make Nifty’s this time I grab the first trike and offer him 100 pesos. Within minutes he drops me off in a side street with a couple short little bars… open and hungry for business. The Nifty’s girl catches me before the Club Rio girl can get to me and drags me inside. After a minute my eyes adjust and I order my first Rum and Coke of the day It’s about 1:00PM. There are only 4 or 5 girls on the small stage and a few milling around the entrance. There seems to be a room in the back, but I don’t investigate.
There is one little ‘spinner’ on stage… small and hard. No tits, but a butt so small you could cover it with your hand. I ask her to join me for a drink and the clingers make room for her beside me. Her name is Eisa (short for Lueisa or some such). She is 23 no baby, been working about a year in AC. She is not a cherry girl and is ok with a big dick. She strokes me through my pants to get a feel for what she is agreeing to work with. Eisa only weighs 40 kg (88lbs) she is about the same size as the first girl that chickened out on me, so I confirm that she is willing to boom-boom. “Ok I can do.” she assures me. BF in Nifty’s is 1000. She takes the money and disappears in the back. 10 minutes later she is back. She has a hand full of coins and tosses them on the stage as we leave. We hail a trike and head back to the hotel. It’s starting to rain. So the Trike driver grabs his umbrella and escorts us from the road block (a couple blocks) to the hotel. I was out of small pesos, so I couldn’t tip him, but the 100 pesos was probably twice what he expected in the first place. In the hotel, Housekeeping still has my room… she must think I’m a fiend.. We have lunch and wait for the room key.
After lunch we go to the room and turn on the TV and cycle through the shower. She has NO tits… just nipples; smooth flawless skin and just a thin trail of hair down to the top of a beautiful little pussy. This will take some patience. She is tiny. I start with a little gentle DATY and some finger work to ease the tension. She is willing and swings underneath to 69 and return the favor. She isn’t getting wet like Cassandra, but her attitude remains positive. She has me plenty hard, so I put on a condom and plenty of lube. I add some lube to her little pussy and lay back to let her set the pace. She braces herself on my chest and positions my cock at her entrance. After a couple attempts she gets the head in. A short pause to catch her breath and then short slow strokes to work her way down. In a couple minutes she is using the top half and it’s feeling pretty good, but I have the feeling she is hesitant to try the bigger challenge. I have her stop and put her in the doggy position. Her pussy is gaping a little now so I take the opportunity to add some more lube and add more to my condom covered cock at the same time. I put a couple pillows under her chest and push her down. Her legs are together with her knees straight under her hips. It is a sight to make you cum… I straddle her legs and line up. Short strokes at first to mimic what she was doing, then gradually work my way in with successive strokes. There is grunting, but not crying out. I hit bottom just about the time I get the whole cock inside her. I mark the depth and work just short of bottom. This is the stuff porn is made of. A minute or two is all it takes and I pull back shaking. Wow… that’s what you come here for. Can’t get that back home. I give her 500 and tell her I will give her 500 every time she indulges me. Its only about 3:30 PM… her income potential is pretty good if she can take it.
We clean up and head for the mall. I need some recovery time and don’t feel like watching TV. Though Eisa has worked in AC for a year, she has never been to the theater in the mall. We scan the selections. I nix the horror films and kid movies. That leaves a Philippine romance and an American Adventure movie. I let her chose and we get tickets for the romance… The cost of a movie is 95 pesos. Surprisingly, even though the marquee is all English the actual movie is Tagalog without subtitles. It doesn’t matter really. The plot is predictable and the acting is good enough I can follow the story without understanding the words. Eisa is softer now. Holding my hand and leaning into me as we head to Pizza Hut for dinner. After dinner it is back to the hotel for round two.
Strip and shower as soon as we get back to make everything ‘kissing fresh’. We start slow with me combing out and drying her hair, then a gentle massage. She returns the favor with a massage, then rolls me to my back and starts the BBBJ. On with the condom and the lube and she mounts up. Less hesitation this time as she finds the target and slides to the hilt in one smooth move. The room seems warm. She becomes tired quickly and I roll her over for some ‘missionary’. Damn, she is small. Her face is by my collar bone and she seems to disappear in the bed underneath me. I give a few strokes, but it is clear I’m hurting her. So I push up on my hands and put her knees over my elbows. The penetration is less in this position and I see a great stuffing the tiny pussy visual as I watch myself fucking this little girl. But there is a problem… Her tiny size and her lack of tits starts my mind on thinking I AM fucking a little girl. I can’t derail the sick thought of fucking a 10 or 12 year old. It is killing the mood. I put her back in doggy and try a few strokes, but it is no use. She still looks like a little girl. I tell her I’m just too tired. I can’t admit my mental problem to her, she’d be self conscious about her tits. I give her 500 for the effort and we clean up. We watch a stupid movie on TV, then go to sleep.
Tuesday October 17:
I awake at 7:00 as usual and get my morning shower while Eisa wakes up. She showers while I dress. When she comes out I tell her if she wants to stay another night she can go get some more clothes and we will go back to the bar at noon and pay her BF. Not knowing where she lives I give her 500 trike/taxi money and we have breakfast at the Central Park before parting ways. To give housekeeping a chance to make my room I head to the mall for some good coffee and to kill a couple hours.
I return to the hotel around 10:00 thinking Eisa may be back and not want to hang out in the lobby waiting for me, but she is not there. I go to my room and relax until about noon. Eisa never shows… she probably interpreted the 500 pesos as a parting tip. No big deal it’s only $10. I grab lunch and set out. I’ve only seen Nifty’s on Perimeter Road and there are a lot more bars to explore. I get a trike and head for Club Rio. As I exit the trike Eisa is walking across the street to Nifty’s and spots me. Her face brightens up and she runs up asking if I’ve come to pay her BF. I guess I did kind of suggest that earlier, but something must have been lost in translation. Oh well I guess Club Rio misses out again. We go into Nifty’s and I sit down and order a Rum and Coke while Eisa pays Mama-san and gets some things. There is an old guy (older than me) sitting on a bench in the back getting sample blow jobs from about three different girls. I have clingers on both sides of me chatting me up while I wait for Eisa to return. When she returns they gab a bit in tagalong and she introduces me to “My Mommy”. Is this Mama-san?” I ask. “No… I call her Mommy, she is my room mate and best friend.” is the answer. Turns out Lynette has been working the business many years and was Eisa’s mentor in learning the business in AC. I buy her a LD and we all three chat a bit. They do seem to get along like friends. Lynette suggest I Bar Fine them both and she will eat Esia’s pussy for me and they can give me a double blow job and anything else I want. Lynette is older…37 by her account and has a few extra pounds that usually go with the extra years. I think for a moment and pull another 1000 pesos for the BF. It is 1:30 PM and I already have two BFs. What to do now? “Do you want to do some Bar Hopping?” I venture. The answer is always YES… It is part of the bar girls mutual support system. They take their ‘Johns’ to the friends bars and get you to buy them LDs. I limit them to two friends per bar and we hit several bars before heading back to Central Park.
Housekeeping has learned my routine and has started stocking my room with 4 towels. We all shower and Lynette wants to start with the double blow job. She considers herself somewhat of an expert. They work away alternately taking turns sucking, licking and massaging while they converse in Tagalog. Feels good, but its no where near getting the job done, so I instruct Eisa to sit on my face. With Lynette on my cock and Eisa on my face the pressure is rising. I say I want pussy and Eisa dismounts and gets the condoms I tell Lynette I want to eat her pussy and she moves up while Eisa puts the condom on my cock and takes her position . This is working. Feels dam good and Lynette on my face prevents me from seeing the ‘Little Girl” riding my cock. The pussy is tight and the one on my face is wet. In a couple of minutes we have a winner. Neither girl has cum, but that doesn’t seem to matter to them. We clean up and head out for dinner. After dinner they want to continue bar hopping. They don’t have any friends in the big bars in Fields, but they would like to see what they are like. (apparently they have never been in them) We check out Camelot and Road House, then go to Doll House. There isn’t the quantity of girls on Tuesday night there were on Saturday when I was there with Jean and Maria, but there are still 50 to 60. We sit and drink while Lynette talks with the Mama-san. Turns out the Doll House employs 500 girls. It is a 24/7 operation. You have to wonder if some of those girls ever get a BF. Its no wonder Cassandra hadn’t been fucked in a year. One last bar before we call it a night. The girls have a friend that works in the Jolly Frog. We get a trike and ride to an obscure location way down Perimeter Road then a quarter mile down a side street. I can’t imagine this place getting any customers. We go in and I order drinks. Eisa is on straight Coke, since she’s been matching me drink for drink all day and is well past her capacity. Their friend isn’t working tonight, so we have the one drink then head back to the hotel.
After showers we start round two. I put Eisa on her back and Lynette on her knees licking Eisa’s pussy. I decide to try a technique I heard to improve the sensation while wearing a condom. I pot a dollop of lubricant on the head of my dick before rolling on the condom. This is supposed to give the head freedom from the encased in plastic feel. Next I lubed up the outside and slipped it in Lyntte’s pussy while she was licking away on the dazed Eisa. “Easy, easy, oh shit!” as Lynette stopped licking and clutched Eisa’s waist. I let it soak for a moment then started a slow stroking. Lynette relaxed after a few strokes and started to enjoy the full feeling. I pumped away and pulled her back down to eat pussy where she belonged. One thing to note… If the outside of the condom becomes dry or binds… the lube on the inside pretty much keeps you from feeling it and you will blow through the condom in a few strokes. I felt it break, but the roll at the base was still strumming her lips so she didn’t seem to notice. I gave it a few more strokes, then guilt forced me to pull out and admit to the broken condom. I asked If she wanted me to put on a new condom. Lynette thought for a moment then said se better rinse. I put on a new condom, without inner lube and pulled Eisa down for a few strokes. She didn’t look good… I pushed her legs back and got about half way in and saw her stiffen. I knew what was coming. I pulled out and let her up. She ran to the bathroom to get rid of a few drinks. Lynette came back with a warm towel and cleaned me up. She was now determined to show me how good she was at sucking cock. Eisa came back and was fondling my balls and pinching my nipples while Lynette was giving the blow job her best effort. I will admit most of her technique was pretty good, but she would get me going, then stop and spit in the towel. After about the third time she did this I told her to stop. The mood was lost. Eisa was too drunk to fuck and with a condom, I don’t think I could get off on Lynette, even doggy style where I didn’t see her saggy belly. I credit them with a good second attempt and send them to the shower to clean up. When they emerged Lynette asked me to set the alarm. They both had to be at ‘Hygiene” by 8:00 in the morning. Apparently the girls go by bar for their routine checks. Each bar has a designated time when all the girls are supposed to show up for their hygiene check. Mama-san can then verify all her girls have been checked.
Wednesday October 18:
Up at 7:00 AM to get the girls dressed and off to their appointment. 1000 for Lynette’s effort and 500 for Eisa since she was too drunk to play the second inning.
After they leave I get breakfast and head up the street to Investigate Ultra-light flying. The Swagman site had mentioned it, but when I got to their office the girl said they don’t handle the Ultra-Lights any more. She directed me to Woodland Hills resort for further info. The Ultra-Light field is several miles from Clark and they have a shuttle that leaves at 07:00 AM and Returns at 5:00 PM every day but Wednesday. I make arrangements to go flying Thursday morning.
I try lunch at Margarita Station. The atmosphere is hot and the fans just don’t move enough air. The service is unenthusiastic with few smiles and the patrons look dead. A happy place is not how I would describe this dive during the day. The food was fair and the price is reasonable, but that is its only calling.
I head back to my room and kill some time watching TV and napping before my evening outing. Around 7:00 PM I have dinner at the hotel then head out for new adventure.
I hit Angel Witch and half a dozen other not so memorable bars for one or two drinks, occasionally indulging a LD for a deserving conversationalist. By about 9:30 I’m contemplating calling it a night, since I need to be up early to be at the Woodland Hills by 7:00 AM for the shuttle to the airpark.
As I walk back down Fields a cute girl in a costume/uniform hands me a flyer and grabs my arm to lead me down a side street. The street is empty, but well lit, so I don’t feel any danger. She leads me half way down the block to a bar called Checkers (as in checkered flag). I can see why they need dispatchers to get customers. It is just a bad location. Everybody stays right on Fields. Is I enter the bar all the dancers shout in unison “Hi, Welcome to Checkers” It is a nice touch and makes you want to stop for at least one drink. The girls aren’t the best lookers, but they are fair and they are actually moving to the music (that isn’t Rap for a change) and seem to be having fun in spite of the fact that there is me and maybe 3 other customers in the bar at this late hour.
I sit and drink what will be my last drink for the night if I expect to go flying in the morning. There is one dancer that is pretty nice. Slim, but not hard… maybe half Caucasian, she is tall for a Pinay. I motion her to join me. The flyer the dispatcher gave me gets me a BF for 1000. After a brief interview I think Kim will do for a quickie. I explain to her up front that I have an early appointment in the morning so she won’t feel rejected when I release her early.
Checkers is only 3 or 4 blocks from Central Park and it takes only a few minutes to get to the hotel on foot. After the shower I get the ‘oh you have big dick’ routine. I hadn’t mentioned it because Kim is easily 5’7” and I’ve never had that be a problem for a woman that big. Turns out it wasn’t a problem, but an observation without bias. More of a compliment… Her pussy is sweet and she actually has a detectable clit. Most of these Pinays have almost nothing. I lick and suck until the clit and lips are swollen with blood and dripping wet. That’s what I like a wet hungry pussy. On with the condom and plenty of lube. Feet on my chest and ‘feed the kitty’. This is some quality pussy… I would love to pull off the condom and really enjoy this one. I pump away, changing the position of her legs a couple times until I start to sweat. Not wanting to drip on her face I roll her over to doggy. As I pound away she joins the rhythm and thrusts back to give me the full effect. I’m panting and dripping by the time I finally trigger a release. Kim immediately gets up and heads for the shower. She emerges fully dressed in about 3 minutes. She’s not smiling like before. Its business and she is done. I hand her 500 and she leaves without a word. I don’t dwell on what may or may not have been wrong…
Thursday October 19:
Up at 6:00 AM shower and dress, then catch a trike to Woodland Hills. The shuttle ride to the airpark takes about 20 minutes. I talk to the chief pilot and review the fleet of Ultra-Lights, sign the release and go flying. The Instructor goes with me so I don’t have to pay the fee to join the club. Besides, he can fly the plane while I take pictures. 40 minutes costs me 3000 pesos. After the flight the line boy takes me back to the main road where I catch the local bus back to Angeles. 10 pesos…
I’m starving, I didn’t have breakfast and it’s almost noon. The Central Park serves a great Bacon Cheese Burger. After lunch I go back to my room and shower off the dust and sweat from the mornings outing. After a short nap I head out to the mall The one movie that might be worth watching is ‘The Guardian’ with Kevin Costner. I get to the box office at 4:00… the movie started at 3:30. Next showing is at 6:15 PM. I buy a ticket and go back to my room and kill time watching TV.
After the movie I figure I might as well check out the little bars I have been walking past on Fields while hitting all the big names. I stop at DMZ and a couple others before I reach the Bunny Ranch. There is Rap music playing like 90% of the bars on Fields. The stage has 15 or 20 unenthusiastic 5s and 6s swaying to the beat, but not really dancing. There are maybe 5 customers. A couple sitting with girls, 2 or three sitting alone. Its late, maybe 11:00PM I order Rum and Coke and sit back. The Mama-san is asking the same old questions and I’m just reflexively answering. The song changes to a grind and a tall lean dancer comes over and starts dancing in front of me. She is pretty and moves pretty good. Mama-san asks me if I like. Yea… bring her a LD. The dancer wraps her arms around my neck and whispers thank you in my ear, then pulls down her top and rubs her small firm breasts on my face. Wow.. now that’s a change.!! Next she puts a foot on either side of my seat and starts grinding her crotch in my face, then turns around to give me the view of her hard little ass, which she squats and rubs on my crotch in true lap dance style. Damn… always on you last night in town..!!
Viole (short for Violet or something) is 32. She has a son that is just turning 3 that lives with her mother in Manila she is a trained beautician cosmetologist, but can’t find work in Manila that will get her enough to raise her son and support her mother. Same ole story another sad little girl in a cruel world. 1300 pesos and she’s mine for the night. We stop at Mo’s for midnight eats. She orders a Philippine breakfast and I try the breakfast burrito. The portions are generous, but she wolfs it down.
Back in the room we shower together then we talk while I dry and detangle her long hair. Viole wants to give me a massage. I lay across the bed and she gives me the best massage I’ve had in the Philippines. Her arms are thin, but are strong and tireless. Feet, legs, ass back, shoulders, arms, hands all gently and thoroughly kneaded. “Now roll over”. Start with the thighs, then “Oh, What’s this?”. O’ Yea baby now we’re talking.!! I swing her shaved pussy over my mouth and have desert.. I am ready to bust.!! I tell her I want some pussy and she gets her purse and hands me a condom. It’s the first time this trip, but I take the standard condom and stretch it over my cock. I know the end result, but I’m willing to give it a try.
Let me explain: The large condoms fit snug, but don’t squeeze the life out of my cock. The standard condoms squeeze the blood out of the head and cause my cock to shrink and the condom comes off. Seems backwards I know.
Anyhow we start with doggy style and I stroke away. She starts returning the action and I feel the condom slide off. My cock immediately comes to full erection and as I stroke full strokes she queefs every time I accidentally let it come all the way out. Damn it feels good, but I pull out and tell her the condom has come off. I fish it out with my finger. Viole wants to satisfy. “Just don’t come inside” Deal!! Back to the deed bare back… doggy for a while then on her back with her feet on my shoulders, then legs together with me straddling her and finally back to doggy for a few quick plunges before the arching shot over her back as my cock pumped against her butt crack. We shower together again. It’s almost 2:00 AM. She is never apart from me. She cuddles my back and hooks a leg, she spoons when I roll to face her, she lies across my back when I lay on my stomach. I think she is a strong woman that craves love and security.
Friday 20 October:
8:00 I awake to find Viole stroking the hair on my chest as she lays with her head on my shoulder. I tell her I have to go back to Manila today, I have a very early flight on Saturday. She gets up and goes to the bathroom to dress and put on her makeup. I place 1500 pesos by her purse and get my clothes for the trip to Manila. Viole asks what the 1500 pesos is for? I explain it is a thank you for all the pleasure she has given me. I shower and dress then we go to the lobby for breakfast. We eat quietly. Her eyes are teary. I ask if she is sad and she nods, but won’t elaborate. I pay the bill and give her a hug before she goes.
My driver arrives promptly at 10:00 and we depart for Manila.
Well… That’s a week in Angeles.
Would I go again? Yea just need more time. A week is always just long enough to know what you missed when you first got there.
Next trip? Columbia… China… Indonesia… lota world out there…
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