Sex Tourist Ch. 16-17

She concluded:

'As long as the single traveller is willing to endure the additional dangers and frustrations awaiting in the underdeveloped Philippines, Angeles City is a worthy destination for sex-tourist seeking - cheap hotels, cheap booze and cute chicks to party with for a week. For the single man in need of a beautiful young wife, it is very paradise.'

Trevor pondered. Could Allyza be one of those friendly and extremely affectionate girls who gets attached to her lover and hopes only to meet the man of their dreams to sweep her off her feet and transport her far from poverty? She seemed anxious to go with him, and stayed with him in his hotel as long as she could. She seemed to enjoy the sex immensely. Her anger and distress when he failed to come and bar-fine her was genuine, extreme even. Without affection there could be no extreme offence. It was her choice to return to him, and her decision to lie in bed all day and make love. She was liberal with her affection.

Trevor saw the danger in that. He would not see her for nine months, and in that time she would meet many men, many younger and more interesting than he, and she would be liberal with her affection.

Why would she wait for him if one of these guys should choose her for keeps?

What could he offer that any younger, more handsome or wealthier guy could not? He had no prize to dangle.

Trevor resigned himself to losing Allyza. But, as the posters reminded him, there were many other girls, and he read the reports of experienced "Horn Dogs" as some of them called themselves.

The next day he read this post:

'I took this real hot girl from La Bamba.

We spent our first minutes in bed hugging, caressing and surprisingly lots of long, deep, intense French kissing - 90% of the whores I've fucked, won't tolerate any kissing (above the neck) at all. My hands were busy too and her breasts were so fine! Small, but fine for me as I'm not overly impressed by size and anyway, her quality was the best -proud, firm, high standing tits which made her initial fib about being 18 easy to believe) with smooth, perky, very responsive nipples - just perfect to kiss, suck and tease! (Besides, anything over a mouth full just goes to waste!)

When I went down on her, she began moaning and her pussy got very hot, very swollen and very very wet! Encouraged by her intense response, I rolled her onto her tummy and with no coaxing from me, she spread her knees apart and arched her butt high into the air - perfectly opened and positioned, her hot cunt and firm ass where right there in front of me, poised and prepped for the thorough working over I was intent on serving up including penetrating my tongue deep into her tight ass hole. I reached for her hand and guided it towards her vagina.

She took my hint and began caressing herself, quickly inserting one and then two fingers into her cunt using smooth, quick, rhythmic strokes to plunge deeper and deeper. I loved watching her action! I loved licking the sweet nectar from her fingers - this hot little bitch loved the pleasures her fingers were stirring up in her! By this time, her cunt was overflowing with love juice and my face was spreading it all over her glorious, soft, smooth, silky skin until every inch of her ass and thighs were coated with glistening love potion!

Thanks to the quality, intensity and duration of the foreplay which included a ripping climax for her, the actual fuck, strictly missionary position, while intense and spirited, was over very quickly - my fault, not hers -I was just too horny to hold back long enough to work our way through several position changes, Despite the obvious thrill I'd given her with my tongue and finger penetrations into her butt (Damn, but it was tight!) she flat out refused to even consider taking my cock up her ass.

As she was scheduled to be mine for the night, we relaxed after this brief but intense fuck and spent time talking. Her English was quite good. We covered the usual subjects like her desire to find "legitimate" work, her desire to marry (a hint I fastidiously avoided), etc.

She didn't seem to be aware that her nudity, my tongue up her ass or that she accepts money to be a cum bucket for total strangers meant she was a whore.

Despite the initial plan to keep her all night I suggested and she agreed to leave before we fell asleep (It would never do for her to be in my room in the morning!) She seemed pleased that I asked her for her address before she left. Upon returning stateside, I'm gonna write her. I've got some buddies going over in June and I'd love for them to be able to fuck her before she hooks up permanently with some guy.'

This description so closely followed his own first encounter with Allyza that he felt certain it was her. The passion and the innocence were qualities not shared by any of his other partners. Merci, the cherry-girl had been innocent. Honey was passive rather than passionate. Analyn and Boxi were not innocent, their sex choreographed, albeit thrilling. Surely there could not be two girls in La Bamba with both those qualities?

He had resigned himself to Allyza being fucked by other guys, but to read a report of the act, to see her predilection for cunnilingus precisely described, and the penetration of her anus by a stranger's tongue, then to read of her summed up, by a "Horn Dog" who admitted to consorting with prostitutes, as a cum-bucket whom he would love his friends to fuck, wrung Trevor's emotions.

Before he saw Allyza again - if he ever saw her again - he realised he may have read graphic reports of her ravishment by this Horn Dog's friends.

Though this report touched him personally, most did not.

He continued to follow the adventures of other sex-tourists with a compulsive fascination, expanding his appreciation of what was possible. Many reported the common desire of the Angeles City bar-girls to find a boyfriend, and the asymmetry of the relationship with the sex-tourists.

'The following day, I experienced an unexpected emotion. Guilt. But not protestant sexual repression of the "I'm a disgusting pervert" sort. But because, Cherylynn genuinely wanted to remain with me. What she hoped was that she really could be my girlfriend, not just a girlfriend for one night. But I wasn't here for a girlfriend. She slowly packed her bag glancing at me and appealing to me with her eyes.

" Can't we just spend today together, till I go working"

"Sorry, I already have plans for today."

She left reluctantly and dejected and it I felt like some shit who bilked his fiancée on their wedding day.

For the Angeles bar-girls making some good money providing sex to tourists is a happy byproduct. They most certainly don't consider themselves prostitutes. Most of them are typical teenage girls, if anything sweeter and more sincere than you meet at home. They are affectionate and genuinely form attachments to their customers. Their goal is to meet a man who will improve their lives.

I laughed when a trike driver said about the bar-girls ,"You marry in the evening and divorce in the morning" and it can feel like that.

Looking back, that's the way many of the girls look at it. They're just doing their duties for a husband who abandons them in the morning. If you listen to them, many bar-girls have a heart-breaking story of their route to the bar. I can't help respecting and admiring many of them so I feel good that I can afford to help keep them in gainful employment. And it helps that I have a different girl each night because it spreads much needed money around.'

Trevor had sensed it was true that the girls did not consider themselves prostitutes.

Perhaps, he considered, the distinction was like that between an Investment Banker and a Money Lender. The former is an honourable profession held in high social esteem, the later, a trade for scoundrels, marked out for universal disapprobation.

The girls, maybe, regarded themselves as respectable licensed entertainers, ambitious, marriageable girls, choosing partners, in search of husbands, not as street-walking putas, dependent for a living on selling their bodies and creating a hazard to public health.

Trevor chose to think of them charitably.

Other Horn Dogs took a much more detached approach to the girls, valuing them as commodities to be consumed, seeking only the sexual services they provided, careless of, even blind, to their emotions.

'This time around I tried STINGERS at a little past 9pm.

It's not long before Anna, as she introduced herself, sits at the table with me, very pretty, very cute. Mamasan says she can recommend her, she won't disappoint me and won't run off. Anna turned out to be the best fuck yet. She was a moaner, a groaner and a three-holer. I had her a total of three times thru the night, something that I wasn't able to do with the others. Anna definitely knew how to turn me on with the best blow-job I've had so far in the PI. To bang her in the ass I used a condom, and it's a good thing, as that ass seemed a bit too experienced for comfort, I slid straight in to the balls and fucked it like a pussy.

During the fuck festival she actually screamed "Fuck me! Fuck me!" At least three times. She made so much noise that I'm sure the occupants of the nearby rooms must have heard. If they did, I didn't care. I was having too much fun.

In the morning I slipped her 100 pesos and got some shots of her on video. First some lovely footage of her pussy lying on the bed with the lens practically jammed up her cunt, then before she showered she squatted on the toilet and pissed. She said one of her customers asked her to do this. Not an interest of mine but it makes a good video.

Despite her incredible performance in bed I have no intention of barfining Anna again tonight. I'm here for lot of sex with lots of girls so even if the sex is great I move right on. But if your passing through put her on your list as one to fuck.'

He paid 800 pesos bar-fine, and gave her 100 pesos tip, a total of £12.85, from which Anna would receive £7.15, less anything she paid for transport. Trevor remembered that he had given Allyza a tip of 1000 pesos, ten times as much, and she had been impressed.

Tipping was another recurrent topic on the forums. The dedicated sex-tourists recommended a tip of between 50 and 100 pesos.

After two weeks, disillusioned in his puppy love, having received no response from Allyza, a tinge of bitterness set in, and Trevor's heart hardened a little. He became more receptive to those who warned against emotional entanglements, and urged frugality. Emotions, they cautioned, were a lever used to extract money, to induce reckless generosity. Trevor recognised that he had tipped Allyza generously because she had touched him emotionally and he had grown fond of her. His big tips were to reward her for her affection, not for the sex.

Once affection was factored out, he could see that it would be easy to demand the services desired, and to pay no more than the market rate. A true Horn Dog demanded whatever he wanted of the girls, and paid the lowest price.

Another post illustrated the ease with which a guy became emotionally ensnared, and the cost:

'On the third attempt I struck gold. Walked into CHAMPAGNE and I immediately liked the ambience. This bar felt a lot more 'fun' than the others. The girls on stage and even the waitresses were all whooping it up and squealing to the music. I settled into a lounge table and took in the energy. Yep I could probably spend some time here. The atmosphere was infectious. Normally I am a very reserved type of guy but I soon found myself gyrating to the music and making a little noise of my own. I noticed that some of the other customers were doing the same. This place was happening!

I arrived at a shift change. The girls, all dressed in yellow mini skirts and yellow bras left the stage and were replaced with new girls wearing black and white minis. The replacement girls were of a higher quality, ranging from 8 to 8.5 (and one 9+) whereas the previous group was mainly 7s.

When the music started up again I immediately noticed one girl on the far left of the stage. I took one look and I was in love (and lust). She was the cutest little 9+ compact model I've seen in years. What's more, Filpdipper is a sucker for girls that have dimples on their cheeks when they smile and this girl had dimples galore. She was absolutely enticing and cuter than a button. She had Helen beat hands down. Now I know what you guys are thinking. You think Flipdipper is fickle. One night I'm saying that Helen was the supermodel of Angeles and tonight I'm putting another girl on the pedestal. Well all I can say is that I had the good fortune of meeting the two most beautiful girls in the entire town. They were both the 9+ that I described.

Dimples was also clearly the best dancer on stage. Furthermore, once she caught me staring at her she proceeded to flirt with me like crazy, bumping and grinding while maintaining eye contact. This boosted my ego somewhat. There were a dozen other customers in the bar who were naturally also staring at Dimples but she ignored them.

One guy even tried to get her attention to come to sit near him but she walked out of his range and kept gazing at me. This girl was mine and she knew how to turn me on! She teased me with her smiles and teased me with her body. She kept it up for the entire 30 minutes that she was on stage. I had to get her so I asked the Mama-San to send her over.

Dimples came to sit next to me and introduced herself as Susan, 19 years old and already too much to handle. I bought her and some of her friends a few drinks at 100 pesos each. Soon I was surrounded by 4 good looking girls who were all fawning over me. My main attention though, was on Susan and I pulled her over to sit on my lap. I must have stayed there over an hour talking, laughing and fondling Susan and her three friends. It was a great mini-festival of drunken debauchery - everything a girlie bar should be.

I bar-fined Susan for 800 pesos and we went off to a local disco nearby. I think it was called MUSIC BOX or something. Most of the patrons were teenage and early twenties Philippinos with a smattering of tourist guys mixed in.

This place was also happening. I joined Susan on the crowded dance floor and we vogued for half an hour or so. Flipdipper is the worst dancer in the know universe but that night it didn't matter. I was too busy enjoying myself to be self-conscious of my inept dancing skills. It also helped that I was in a totally foreign environment surrounded by people that I didn't know and likely would never see again. As a result, all my usual inhibitions were gone and I let it all loose.

After the disco we stopped by the BLACKJACK bar. Susan used to work here a couple of months back and she wanted to talk to her old friends. As Susan talked to one of her girlfriends I couldn't help but smother her dimpled cheeks with kisses as she tried to restrain her giggling. Shortly, it was a repeat of the CHAMPAGNE scene. I was surrounded by Susan and some of her friends and we were all having a great time. The bar owner, a Swiss gentleman (and Voodoo's owned by a German), even came over and tried to convince Susan to return to his bar since she lights up a room so effectively.

Susan was loving the attention and I could clearly sense a lot of the other girls in the bar getting very jealous. It was written all over their faces.

By this time I was over my horny limit. If I didn't get laid soon I was going to go beserk. I cut the groups festivities short and ushered Susan out of the bar. On the trike ride back to Oasis I was pleasantly surprised to see that Susan was also very horny. We passionately fondled and smooched during the 3 minute ride. From the corner of my eye, I could see the trike driver chuckling.

Back in the room, Susan decided to tease me and torture me a bit by pretending to be interested in some HBO movie, Father of the Bride II, as I fondled and kissed her as she lay on the bed. She kept insisting through giggles that we should both just watch the funny movie and wait for love making. I couldn't retain my excitement and just kept kissing and fondling her.

Within a few minutes, Susan stops her teasing, turns off the TV and we go at it. She is a heavy french kisser and she thoroughly explores my mouth with her tongue. I get carried away with excitement and start to give her a hickey on her neck.

"Don't make mark! Don't make mark!", she pleads.

But I ignore her. I enjoy nibbling her too much. When I finally ease up, she gives me a mock scolding and then proclaims that she will make two marks on my neck for the one mark I put on hers. She fulfills her promise as she sucks and bites either side of my neck. The result would be two enormous hickeys in the morning but I loved every minute of it.

To my slight disappointment, Susan does not blow but she makes up for it in kissing, nibbling and shear beauty. I try to enter her several times but she's a bit small so I smear us each with mounds of KY Jelly. I overdo the KY and soon we're both a sticky, erotic mess. With all the lubrication, I slip inside her easily and soon I'm thrusting to the slurp slurp liquid sounds of KY enhanced vaginal fucking. A minute later my cock explodes like the fourth of July.

I have her again early in the morning before sending her off with 1000 pesos.

Susan made me promise to see her again tonight and I agreed. It was an honest agreement on my part though I knew that come evening my polygamous nature might very well cause me to explore new chicks.

While I worked during the day, I debated myself continuously about whether or not I should go back to CHAMPAGNE tonight and bar-fine Susan as I promised her. Finally, the little devil on my shoulder won out and I decided that I would succumb to my wild side and find yet another girl.

-a girl and two nights later-

After settling into a table in a remote corner of CHAMPAGNE it didn't take me long to spot Susan. She was the most alluring of 12 dancers, gyrating on stage. The costumes for the dancers that night were sequined bikini tops, with matching mini skirts and knee high, tall heeled vinyl boots. It may sound cheap and sleazy but it was anything but.

The costumes were tastefully designed and they showed off the dancers' curves to the max. Susan out shined them all though. She was absolutely ravishing. A lot of clients in the bar had their eyes fixed on Susan. What really surprised me was that they were not all standing up and shouting out that they wanted to bar-fine her. They were either shy blokes or homosexuals. All the better for me.

Susan finally noticed me. Her expression rapidly went from surprise, to happiness, and then quickly to sourness as her memories told her that I was the jerk who stood her up. Then she actually stuck her tongue out at me! I couldn't tell if it was done playfully or with anger, or both.

The other night, Susan had walked on the stage towards me so that she was as near to my table as possible. Tonight, she did the opposite, walking away from me and toward a group of Germans at a central table. She then proceeded to bump and grind for the Germans and they were quickly transfixed by her. If Susan was trying to make me jealous or otherwise make me feel small, it worked very effectively.

The primitive beast within me told me that Susan was MY girl. How dare these other guys even look at her? I didn't care if she was initiating the flirtation, I was feeling territorial and needed to reclaim what was rightfully mine. Now mind you, Flipdipper is actually one of the most logical, scientific, civilized and evolved men on this planet. But it just goes to show you what a bit of alcohol and one very beautiful woman of questionable virtue can do to a guy.