Spring escape to Shangri-La... for interested brothers only

[Tarzen]

let us see... share / post some pic of your girls in your "tagalog crusade". You the pro man.enjoy reading your crusade... learning a thing or two from ya...

pls clarify... so in the philippines... bargirls are there as a line up for picking up and take home to wam bam kiss my sam...

how much is that in canadian that you paid?

 

[vancity_cowboy]

let us see... share / post some pic of your girls in your "tagalog crusade". You the pro man.enjoy reading your crusade... learning a thing or two from ya...

pls clarify... so in the philippines... bargirls are there as a line up for picking up and take home to wam bam kiss my sam...

how much is that in canadian that you paid?

tarzen, do some fucking work yourself - google 'phillipine currency conversions' and figure it out yourself man :doh:

 

[yazoo]

tarzen, do some fucking work yourself - google 'phillipine currency conversions' and figure it out yourself man :doh:

Oh vancity, don't be so hard on him. I googled it myself and all of those websites use the arcane arabic numerals. Being a PERBite, undoubtedly tarzen is used to the far easier colour system. I found it a challenge too, until I came up with this handy key.

The Phillipines is a little confusing as some of their money uses more than one colour, so I will pick the dominant colour. In decreasing value they have

Philippine	Canadian
Blue	1 Green + 1 Blue (or the easy to remember 1 blue is 5 blues)
Yellow	One purple, One bear and two mooses (or is that meese?)
Green	Blue (how cool is that!)
Purple	Two loons riding two moose
Red	1 loon on one moose
Orange	two moose

Now Tant said that he paid 1,300. That would be a blue, a green and a purple. Which actually works out about right.

 

[Tarzen]

tarzen, do some fucking work yourself - google 'phillipine currency conversions' and figure it out yourself man :doh:

Thanks for sharing your intelligent response.
You should be happy of yourself in taking the time to reply back.
You are a rare breed in this time and age to provide such a intelligent response that has been set in stone.
Your input is very professionally conveyed and it shows the street level you can assist in.
Your response and feedback is very informative and professional that anyone that comes across it will consider very highly of your level of assistance.
Purely you should be proud of your level of expertise in providing such a response that only someone in your caliber beyond your street level could provide.

 

[Tarzen]

Oh vancity, don't be so hard on him. I googled it myself and all of those websites use the arcane arabic numerals. Being a PERBite, undoubtedly tarzen is used to the far easier colour system. I found it a challenge too, until I came up with this handy key.

The Phillipines is a little confusing as some of their money uses more than one colour, so I will pick the dominant colour. In decreasing value they have

Philippine	Canadian
Blue	1 Green + 1 Blue (or the easy to remember 1 blue is 5 blues)
Yellow	One purple, One bear and two mooses (or is that meese?)
Green	Blue (how cool is that!)
Purple	Two loons riding two moose
Red	1 loon on one moose
Orange	two moose

Now Tant said that he paid 1,300. That would be a blue, a green and a purple. Which actually works out about right.

oh fug... all i see is rainbow... by the time i figure this out... my hairs going to be all write... is that right... or white... or is it grey...

so 1300 is $32.50. damn... spending $200CAD for one 45min session here... you can do 6 girls for the same cost for 18hours...
someone take me to the next plane... gotta start my diet and muscle up for this buffett...

 

[vancity_cowboy]

heh heh... excellent chart there yazoo - of course :doh: forgive me!

 

[tantalizeme]

Easter Sunday noontime poon with Roxanne @ Affection Night bar

Wake up at 8am, feeling no more jet lag. A resplendent morning, without a cloud in the sky. Going to be a scorcher, hopefully in more ways than one.

Start with 20 laps in the pool, then get the rest of my roast chicken from the fridge. On the counter by the sink, where I left some chicken scraps, there're now zillions of tiny ants crawling about. I crush them with toilet paper. Must remember to be super-hygienic when eating in my room.

Around 10 AM I leave my hotel to head for one of my favorite Angeles haunts: the wine bars on blow row, where 2 hrs of FS cost P800 (less than $20).*I find most blow-row girls absolutely lovely, though rarely flawless.*

But lesser cost certainly adds to erotic allure for me. I'm a satisficer and not a maximizer in my erotic quest; *I'd rather bang a humble young mom with a Caesarian than some blue-tag showgirl with an attitude in any case.

A portly German named Alfons who's staying at the same hotel is just heading to Walter's Bistro for breakfast, and we stroll there together. He has been coming to Angeles for 6 yrs and has a lot of insider knowledge.

I drop off my laundry at a place on Perimeter that's open this Easter Sunday. Then*I stop in at CPI Call Shop & Business Cafe for mango lassi. I read a front-page report in the Philippine Inquirer, about a boatload of toxic trash (adult diapers and household waste) shipped from Canada to the Philippines! There's a petition against such overseas trash disposal in poor countries on www.Change.org which I'll definitely sign.

I'm the only customer and end up having an in-depth chat with the waitress Michelle, a stunning beauty with no kids who's learning Japanese in hopes of escaping poverty by moving to Japan.*

On the way to Raymond blow row I feel thirsty and stop at Mason Drugs for a bottle of soya milk, which gives me a nice prop to hold on to as I scout out the wine bars for prospects.

And I don't have to search for long. *On the bench outside Affection Night bar, I spot a chocolate-brown petite with spiffily colored hair, a naughty smile and striking blue eye shadow.

"You smoke?" I ask Roxanne, after the usual preliminaries.

"I smoke this," she replies, pointing to my privates.

*She's from Laguna just S of Manila, 23, 5'1, lives with her 2-yr-old girl in Angeles (paying her lady-boy cousin to take of her during the day), and lost her husband due to an illness.

*I later learn, she was raped by a jeepney driver and his friend. She started this job just 4 days ago (so she says), to buy diapers and milk for her baby and help other members of her large, destitute family.

Roxanne packs a little extra around the midriff, but I like her expressive face and her ready communicativeness. I pay mamasan the P800, to take Roxanne upstairs. But*I find out, a recent police inspection has led to the closure of the upstairs rooms, so*we hail a trike to take us back to my hotel.*

Roxanne is self-conscious at first about her little paunch and tries to keep it covered with a towel, but I reassure her that I think she's beautiful all over.

My words seem to help make Roxanne enthusiastic about her promised "smoking" of that fat cigar between my legs. She does an outstanding job, with a bit of guidance.

*I dive in for a minute of DATY before handing her the condom-wrapped vibrator (my condom--she didn't bring any).*The unaccustomed vibrations obviously set off a wave of arousal in Roxanne, and for the next hour she rarely puts the vibro aside.

*I insert myself into her trimmed tight clam in mish first, then lively ACG & CG, doggie and lazy doggie, and reverse piledriver.*This girl is a pleaser every step of the way, except for discouraging my Greek ambitions.*

She seems to enjoy animated pounding and keeps shouting, "Oh shit, shit, SHIT!!!" *I achieve a terrific blowout in mish.
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As we lie in our post-coital embrace, I learn that Roxanne's former job--massage--didn't pay her bills. The only other customer she ever had during her 4 days in this new job, she says, was an American who left her a *P800 tip. But the didn't like him because he refused to take a shower, saying he had showered 3 hrs before.

My barfine gives me 2 hrs, and I put Roxanne's massage training to the test. Roxanne is eager and gives me a thorough head-to-foot massage, obviously revelling in her skill. I'm not stingy with compliments.

We just finished dressing when I remember photos. I do not ask Roxanne to disrobe again, *and she happily poses for clothed photos.

Roxanne says she gets only P300 from the P800 I paid mamasan. So I give her a P500 tip and, when she confirms she loves chocolate, throw in a P140 Toblerone. Her face lights up with joy, but she worriedly asks, "How much did that cost?"

*Then I walk her out of the hotel, hug her goodbye and pay the trike driver to take her back to her bar.*

An Easter Sunday nooner plus massage that will have a place among my fondest vacation memories.

 

[tantalizeme]

Day 2 continued: Twists and turns of events

Hatch a plan to go barhopping this afternoon...but first, I visit Bretto's food and wine store again to stock up on Swiss cheese, italian salami, pickles, bread, yoghurt and chocolate milk.

I feel fatigue after this short stroll in the blazing sun and doze off for 2 hrs. Then, just after sunset, pick up my laundry--I love sweat-free clothes.

Get chatting on the street with a Danish guy named Claus who just left Emotions bar and stays at the plush Lewis Grand, for over P5000 a night.

After dropping off my laundry in my hotel room, I decide to go for Thai massage. On the way to the Nuat Thai spa I briefly visit ex-British rockstar Dave's Midnight Rock bar. Several girls recognize me, but Dave isn't present, and I leave because they're out of mango juice. Certainly don't want beer, and pineapple juice is too acidic for my stomach.

At Nuat Thai I get a hard massage from a short plumpish Cebu girl named Lolita, who treats me to the pleasure of limited, well-targetted pain. I pay P300 for the first-rate massage and give Lolita a P100 tip, asking if she knows about Nabakov's famous erotic novel entitled "Lolita."

But Lolita giggles uncomprehendingly; reading novels is probably not within her purview.

I buy "sun protect" facial moisturizer at the nearby 7-11, along with various fruit drinks. Then I stop in at a bar that was recommended to me: Honey-ko. There's only one other customer and about 15 girls. I order a mango juice and get mobbed by several girls. Angel is the first who squeezes up against me, but I really like tallish Mildred better, except for her name.

"Mildred" is the name of the waitress who torments the main protagonist Philipp in one of the best novels I've ever read: Somerset Maugham's "Of Human Bondage." This Filipina Mildred has no clue about Somerset Maugham, but we agree to change her name to "Dolores."

She's from Bicol, probably mid-30s, quite voluptuous, with big eyes and a warm smile, and has worked at Honey-ko for 5 years. "I don't like change," she says.

Clearly a girl with experience. I promise to barfine her if she's still available in an hour, after I've eaten dinner. Overnight is only P1200 at Honey-ko!

I spend the hour from 9 to 10pm at the hotel and then return to Honey-ko. Son of a gun--here I'm all set to barfine Dolores aka Mildred. But the bar has gotten busy in my absence, and Dolores is tied up entertaining a group of geezers.

Still, I decide to stay for a mango juice. I'm immediately joined by Angel again, who carries just too much bulk for me to consider barfining her. But, in a slight daze over missing out on Dolores, I make the mistake of encouraging Angel's company with a lady drink.

Angel and I spend 40 min chatting and dancing clumsily to swing music. I learn, she has 2 kids and worked at Honey-ko for 7 yrs, finding her niche by playing billards with guests. She pays only P120 a week for accmmodation in a room above the bar, which she sbares with 7 other girls.

Most Honey-ko girls strike me as prettier than Angel, but none motivates me to reach out and recruit her for an overnighter. I leave 15 min before the 11pm closing time and drop by Midnight Rock once more, to talk to owner Dave,

But Dave is busy going over the day's accounts with the cashier in the little room behind the bar, so I just move on to Bar Rio around the corner. The girls all look wiped out at the end of their shift, but I get talking with quite a stunner named Christine, from the typhoon-destroyed city of Tacloban.

No kids and in this job for 4 months.Studied English and education at college, and sounds desperately unhappy about her role at Bar Rio, when she had really planned to *be a teacher. But there're are parents and siblings to support.

There's an intelligent fierceness about Christine which I like, in spite of her unhappiness. When I offer to barfine her, she lets me know she's on her period and not feeling well. What rotten luck, I'm thinking.

"Maybe tomorrow my period is finished," Christine says. We say good night, and I walk back to my hotel alone.

*But**it's probably for the best that things didn't work out with either Dolores or Christine. I already had my share of erotic fun with Roxanne today. Spending*the night with a tired female stranger always carries quite a bit of stress and risk, and I sure can use a good night's sleep.

 

[grusse]

I'm enjoying rdg ur continued odyssey in Angeles.

Brings back memories of my sojourn there a few yrs ago.

You write that Fields Ave. is now pedestrian-only?that's a welcome change for sure.

My fav go-go bars on Fields were Launcelot,across the street from Kokomo's 24 hr bar/restaurant,Champagne,and La Bamba.
I recall the girls in Lancelot&Champagne being the most attractive I saw,whereas the ones at La Bamba were the wildest.
Of course, that was 3 yrs ago&lots can change in that time.

Hope the rest of the adventure gives you much happiness!

 

[MissingOne]

...This Filipina Mildred has no clue about Somerset Maugham, but we agree to change her name to "Dolores...

Hmmm. Mildred means something like "gentle strength". Dolores means "sorrows" or maybe "lady of sorrows".

I think I might have been happy to let her continue with "Mildred", but then I've never read Maugham.

 

[yazoo]

Thank you for sharing your travelogue and writing about your encounters your own inimitable way. I am impressed with your stamina - laps of the pool shortly after arrival - managing to sleep in until the late hour of 8am on the first jetlagged day. I'm usually up at 5, then tired by lunch time. You have certainly hit the ground running! Did you try seratonin or something?

P800 for a short time! That is cheap even by Philippine standards. I am glad that you were generous enough to more than double the girl's share. I would think that it would be far more lucrative for the girls to just stay in the bar and earn drink commissions than P300 for two hours. On the other hand when confronted with the choice of answering "What's your name?, where are you from?, how old are you?" for the ten-thousandth time, to lying in a nice bed in an air-conditioned room yelling "shitShitSHIT!!", opting for the latter does make some sense.

Speaking of drink commissions, has the nasty practice of mandatory double sized (and priced) lady drinks infected all of the bars in Angeles now?

Toblerones. Added to the Costco shopping list! And I've signed the change.org petition you linked to.

Keep on mongering. You haven't fallen for anyone yet. I'm still waiting for the philophobic tantalizeme to have an 'entanglement'.

 

[tantalizeme]

Thanks for the morale boost!

Special thanks to grusse & yazoo for kind comments, which make me want to continue posting updates from pooners' Shangri-La.

I'd love to capture the gritty truth about my travel experience. Hope to be of service to a few brothers who might contemplate following in my footsteps.

But I realize, if I go into lots of detail, these posts get far too long even for interested brothers--so I'll try to focus mostly just on the pooning aspect.
---

Don't have an internet connection in my room, so I do all my posting at the bar near the pool. May actually be a good thing--because I enjoy spontaneous social interactions here, and it makes the temptation to surf porn and waste ammunition easier to resist.
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There's a stack of paperbacks near the hotel reception, with a sign saying "For guests only." I found a small book subtitled "Meaning and Mission in Old Age." It's about how to achieve a full life in one's 70s and beyond.*

Piqued my interest, though I've at least a decade to go before I'll begin to count myself among bona fide oldsters.
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One thing I've recognized is the importance of the qualifying interview: to spend at least ten min talking with a girl prior to barfining, to gauge her attitude and personality.

*It's a mistake to fawn over a hot prospect. To help set her motivational switches as well, I must pretend to need some serious convincing before paying her barfine.

Regardless of the appeak of a girl's looks, a satisfying romp is not as likely if she seems distracted or non-communicative at the recruiting stage, in spite of the possibility of "big money."*

So only go with girls that show some enthusiasm or at least liking for me--and who respond favorably to light touching during the interview.*

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 3 in Angeles: Poon with Kathy @ Det5 bar

Did a 4-hr walkabout this morning--walking west along Perimeter to Koreatown and following Friendship Highway south all the way to the Abacan River bridge.

The extensive Korean business strip, which includes many KTVs, restaurants, massage spas and every imaginable sort of store, is a bit less ramshackle than most Filipino businesses. But even here there's lots of garbage strewn along the streets everywhere.

I wonder: what social dynamics led this particular nationality to have such a starkly separate enclave here? And to what extent has the growth of Koreatown in Angeles been fueled by the sex trade?

From what I've repeatedly heard there's not a lot of love lost between Filipinos and Koreans--I even saw grafitti saying, "Koreans go home." But the size of Koreatown in Angeles certainly suggests, Koreans hold a lot of economic clout in this poverty-stricken country.

Along the way I stop in for breakfast at Jim Dale's rustic Wild Boar Inn. He's a famous American veteran who writes the monthly HarrytheHorse newsletter about pooning-related events in Angeles. He's 78 now and, unfortunately, not available right now due to a recent eye and knee surgery.

I also check out the huge 42-yr-old but nicely renovated Maharajah Hotel that brother Martin mentioned as his favorite Angeles hotel in his Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer. Then have lunch to Ginger's Cafe Bistro and order pumpkin soup and chicken salad. Both are tasty and served in a friendly way by cute waitress Dianne.
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Start today's bar hop in the early afternoon and visit Candy bar first. This bar comes recommended by no less a pooning hero than 77-yr-old Thommo, who had a good time there 2 months ago.

Sure enough, there're lots of "lookers" here and no "broilers" (to use Thommo's terms). But all the seats in front of the dance stage are taken by about 10 customers, and I sit down at a side table.

Girls outnumber customers by more than 2 : 1. None of the hotties seems eager to amble over to join me. I could ask the waitress to bring me a particular girl, but don't feel like it. So I move on after downing my mango juice.

My *plan is to drop *into each of the 5 bars on this block. The bar adjacent to Candy bar bears the strange name " Det5." I enter with low expectations, but find myself greeted by two girls right away. I'm one of only 2 customers!

I seat myself in front of the stage to ogle the ten bikini-clad dancers. Tons of youthful eye candy here...but one smiley and unmistakably stacked petite with big dark eyes stands out for me.

I tell the waitress I'd like to talk to this girl. The waitress immediately sends her over.*We find a table off to the side and chat. Kathy is 21, from Tacloban, no kids, only 2 months in this job. Her family's house was badly damaged by Typhoon Haiyan last November.

Kathy readily takes my hand and places her other hand on my upper thigh. She says this bar (like many in Angeles) is owned by an Australian. She*got this job through a friend named Virgie who works here too. She came to support her unemployed parents.*She freely tells me, when I ask, that I'm her fourth customer so far.

Everything with this girl checks out. We connect beautifully, and soon I talk to mamsan about the barfine. Mamasan says it's P1500, but I should give the money to the girl afterwards.*

Kathy and I walk hand in hand to my hotel. She playfully wiggles her bum against Junior before we undress. Her boobs among the largest naturals I've ever seen on an Asian girl. Her built is sturdy without excess weight. She grabs Junior with affectionate nonchalance.

After a fun shower together, we start with kissing and intimate mutual fondling. I motion her to wrap her mouth around semi-hard Junior. She enthusiastically launches into a high-quality BBBJ with BLS.

Then I get her to spread *her pussy lips, so I can easily lick her pronounced clit. When I replace my tongue with the vibrator, she quickly gets to love the sensations.*

Our tryst unfolds with the kind of effortless ease that's possible only between two sincerely horny people. We cycle through the 3 main positions--mish, CG and doggie--a few times, in all their variations. My attempt at ass play, however, gets nipped in the bud.*

Kathy is delightfully tight, but encourages hard pounding. I talk dirty in graphic ways, while she simply repeats the words "fuck" and "shit."

Because I love Kathy's sweet-girl looks and responsiveness,*I savor every minute of our magic hour of passion, dragging out my orgasm longer than usual. Eventually I erupt joyously in mish.
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We lie intertwined and cuddle away another hour. I ask Kathy why she's so good in bed, and she tells me,*her friend Virgie taught her how to fuck and suck cock.*

Kathy claims she never had a boyfriend--hard to believe. Her*first sexual experience, she says, was a 3-some with her friend Virgie and a customer. If true, this would*make me only the 4th man she ever had sex with!

*Kathy confirms, this is indeed the case. She says she really likes sex now and adds,*"Virgie is very horny too." I learn, the two girls are into licking each other's pussies.

"If I barfine you two together," I ask, "will you suck my dick right *after I pull it out of Virgie's pussy?"

"Yes, I will," Kathy says.

I ask about photos, and Kathy says, "But not nude with my face." I snap about ten shots of her in her sexy outfit, including closeups of her lovely face.*

This girl has been tested harshly by life's adversities, and yet she's standing strong and cheerfully gives her best to this job. And she's utterly humble about her qualities.

I give Kathy the P1500 barfine and, of course, throw in a P500 tip. We stroll back to her bar in the sweltering heat, and I request to be introduced to Virgie.*

Virgie turns out to be of eye-candy calibre too. During our get-acquainted hug she rubs Junior through the pants.

*A 3-some, and perhaps overnighter, with Kathy and Virgie is definitely in the cards.

 

[manni]

thanks for sharing, Tant.

maybe you can post a blog on PERB, complete with pics.
I think yazoo did one a late last year, and the pics of the ladies he had a romp
with were all done with class. nothing vulgar.

be safe.

 

[OldMagpye]

Thks for this post. Enjoy reading it. Wish me didn't hate travelling. Sure sounds like a fine time.

 

[Walk Softly]

Keep up the good work tant!

 

[booblover]

I have a few friends in the area and they always bug me to come visit. After reading your short stories I am kicking myself for not going yet

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 4 in Angeles: Nocturnal wanderings

My 4-hr walk around Koreatown left my face slightly sunburned, so I've trouble falling asleep. I decide to go for an after-midnight stroll to Fields, armed with my flashlight.

But I only make it as far as the 24-hr massage spa beside the Eurasian hotel. Two smiling brown lovelies--who call themselves "therapists"--are soliciting business outside.

I pick Ruby from Negros, 27 yrs old, with 2 daughters age 3 and 4. The father of her kids, I learn, was a heavy smoker and drinker who died of a disease.

Ruby gets me to strip nude and gives me a very professional 1-hr massage, kneading my bum a lot and brushing up against Junior. The side-by-side massage tables are separated only by curtains, so there's little privacy here. But Ruby stresses, she likes to do massage in a client's hotelroom. Her finances sounds so desperate that I imagine, extras could probably be negotiated.

I pay the male cashier P300 and tip humbly grateful Ruby P100. Definitely a place I'll keep in mind for late-night massage.

It's 2am now, and I give up on Fields and head back to my hotel. On the corner near the two Xenum bars, I come across 3 ladies sitting on a kind of sheltered ledge, smoking and drinking hard liquor.

Turns out, Lyra is a waitress at Bar Rio and recognizes me. Maui is a waitress and aspiring mamasan at the Jolly Frog, and Jessica a 20-yr-bargirl there.

Lyra and Maui strike me as hardcore alcoholics, but Maui is still tolerably attractive though slightly chubby. I express my appreciation for the type of lady who's smoking and drinking while I fuck her. The women are delighted and totally open to sex talk.

Maui offers to come back to my hotel, but I feel sleepy, and she appears a little too drunk for my taste. She makes me promise to come to the Jolly Frog in the afternoon. We'll see about that. I might barfine Virgie or Christine or some other hottie today. Given the choices, I'll pick Maui only if she does Greek.

But I feel a surge of interest now in future late-night ambulations.

*

 

[tantalizeme]

DAY 4 continued: Smoky tumble with Ashley @ Prince of Wales wine bar

Sleep till 10am, swim 20 laps, and polish off the roast chicken I bought last night. Give myself a testosterone shot into my bum. Take my laundry in and skim the newspaper at the mango lassi cafe.

Read that Obama will visit the Philippines next week, to cement a "strategic partnership" in standing up to China's territorial aggression. Probably means accepting American military bases in the Philippines--which is sure to boost the sex trade.

Bump into an interesting guy named Greg from Washington State who has lived in Angeles for the past 3 yrs. I like the ease with which it's possible to strike up conversations with fellow mongers. The rent for his condo is P12 500 a month. It's guys like Greg that demonstrate the utter viability of retiring cheap in pooner paradise.

Walk over to SM Mall to buy myself a baseball cap, to protect my face from sunburn. Eat a chicken salad at Wendy's and get fresh coconut juice. Also buy mouthwash and shampoo at Watson's, two big bottles each on a "buy-one-get-one-free" deal.*

Feeling vaguely randy, I wander over to the Raymond Street blow-row bars. A mamasan*is sitting outside, beside a chocolate-brown, doe-eyed cutie in a striking red outfit. I love women in red.

i begin chatting with Ashley, 24, 1 kid, from Negros island, finished highschool, in this job for 1 yr. *She*has just returned from spending Easter with her family. She's broke, she says, because of all the gifts she bought for family members.

Well, I'm willing to help--especially when I ask about smoking, and she answers, "Yes, I do." Surprisingly, mamsan doesn't want to take the barfine, but asks me to give it directly to the girl at the end.

There seems to be a fearful caution pervading these establishments. Those steamy upstairs session are now sadly a thing of the past, ever since a recent police raid discovered a girl under 18 in the bar next door. Ashley tells me, this girl was brought in at the explicit request of a customer,

We hop into a trike. First thing*Ashley does in my room is get her favorite *music *playing on her smartphone. I help rip her clothes off. She reveals a trim perfect delicate brown body with smallish perky tits.

*She agrees to pee while holding my cock in her hand. After the shower, she lights up a cigarette and exhales the smoke over Junior. She alternates expert cock-sucking with drags on her cigarette.

Ashley turns down my vibrator--"I prefer your tongue," she sweetly says. While she keeps puffing away, I flick my tongue patiently over her smooth-shaven clam in hopes of arousing her. Drilling an unaroused woman is rarely enjoyable.

My DATY skills seem adequate to get Ashley in the mood, and she requests my dick inside her. She didn't bother to bring condoms--good that I've my own supply.

Ashley isn't much of a kisser, but her kitty is a super-tight squeeze. She's not complaining, and neither am I. After pounding her in mish to the point of almost popping, I get her to ride me in ACG, which she does with accomplished panache.

In doggie I get her to prop her behind up with a pillow. We clarified earlier that "ass-fucking" isn't in her repertoire, but she absorbs my vigorous doggying with admirable endurance.

I change the spunk-filled condom, then turn Ashley back to mish. To my delight, she agrees to let me take nude photos, compliantly spreading her legs while lighting another cigarette.

As she smokes and locks eyes with me, I talk dirty, pump away like crazy, and soon fire off an ecstatic load.
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I want us to cuddle, but she says, "i'm a mom...I need to clean up first."
She disposes of my 2 used condoms and goes to wash up before joining me on the bed for a bit of post-coital tenderness.

Eventually we dress, and I give her the P800 barfine, plus a well-deserved P500 tip. She's so jubilant that she kisses me. I take a few more photos on the balcony, then catch a trike for her in front of the hotel.*

My smoking fetish gratified, I feel quite euphoric. On days like this, life undoubtedly has meaning.

 

[gonzo]

Sounds like you're having a great time there Tant !!! Love your updates and stay out of the sun LOL