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Author’s notes.
My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.
Nobody in this story was underage.
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Hi. I’m Pete. Now that I was living in Angeles City, there was an unlimited number of Filipinas to choose from. It was amazing how many girls were attracted to me just because I was an American. Being an engineer and quite handsome (I was told this so many times that I actually came to believe it), I was meeting interested attractive girls wherever I went.
One weekend in particular, I was out riding my motorbike when I passed a beautiful girl walking along the side of the road. This wouldn’t have been unusual, but she was carrying a small suitcase. I knew what this usually meant in Angeles City, but she was outside of AC and walking toward the city. I had to stop and investigate.
I pulled my motorbike up next to her and asked where she was going. She answered, “Angeles City.”
It was starting to sprinkle, so I said, “I didn’t think it would rain, so I can’t go to where I was heading.” I asked her, “Would you like a ride to where you are going?”
She blushed, but nodded, “Yes.”
As we were traveling back to AC, I asked her lots of questions about herself. Her story wasn’t all that unusual. She had received a job offer and was going to the address indicated on the offer. She had run out of money before she even got to the city, which was why she was walking. She couldn’t even afford jeepney fare.
I asked her what kind of job she had been offered, and she said she would be a maid. I asked for the address, and I knew right off it was in a bar area. I told her that when we got there, I would wait outside just in case she thought it was a mistake. She thanked me.
When we got to the address on her paper, it was indeed a girly bar. There was no job for a maid, but she could work as a bar girl if she wanted. It was less than five minutes before she came back outside to where I was sitting on my motorbike.
“I don’t know what to do now,” she said as tears started to well up in her eyes.
I asked, “How long has it been since you have eaten?”
She replied, “It has been a couple of days.”
I offered to take her to dinner. At first, she refused, I then asked her what alternatives she had. This brought a blank stare, and then more tears. I told her that I wouldn’t accept “no” as an answer, and she agreed to go with me. We got to a restaurant in a couple of minutes. I knew that I could fill her up at this place without breaking the bank.
We sat at a table in the back, and talked while we waited for our food. I told her that I had helped other girls find jobs as maids and nannies, if she was still interested. She smiled and said, “I would be very grateful if you could help me.”
We ate our dinners and I told her that it might take a few days before I could get her an interview, since I wouldn’t be going to the base until Monday. I told her that she could stay with me until we found something for her. I told her that I didn’t want her sleeping on the street. She thought it over and agreed.
I got to know Gina a lot better by the time we finished dinner and headed to my apartment. When we entered, I had her remove her slippers at the door as I removed my shoes as well. Her eyes were wide as she entered my apartment. “This is beautiful,” she afyon escort said. “It is also very big. How many people live here?”
“Just me,” I replied. “And you until we find you a job.” I then showed her around my apartment.
She liked the bathroom (CR), and thought that my bed was huge. “My whole family sleeps in an area about this size,” she said.
She was tired from her journey, so I told her to take a shower and change into something lighter for the evening. I showed her how to adjust the water temperature, and she said, “I have never used a shower before.” This wasn’t at all uncommon as most poor people in the Philippines take bucket baths to keep themselves clean.
She went to her bag and selected a nightshirt and then went into the bathroom for her shower. Ten minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and I gave her an orange juice drink. We sat on the bed and talked as we drank. Gina was a fairly typical Filipina in that all she wanted from life was to find a man who could love her and take care of her (and give her babies). She thought it would be nice if he was handsome, but a stable man would do if she couldn’t have that.
Gina was finishing up her third glass of orange juice drink when I asked if she was tired. She answered, “Yes, I am very tired.”
I had her lean back against the pillows, and started massaging her feet. She liked it and closed her eyes. I massaged her feet then started up her legs. She never complained, so I just kept going. In fact, she was softly moaning as I massaged her calves and then her thighs. By this time, I knew that she wasn’t wearing panties under her nightshirt. I also knew that Gina was a virgin, since I could actually see her hymen covering her vaginal entrance.
I continued massaging her thighs, and there was no resistance when I spread her legs so I could kneel between them. I decided that this would be the perfect time to remove everything but my boxers. I resumed massaging her thighs and hips as she lay there breathing deeply with her eyes closed. Her nightshirt had been slid up to above her waist already, so I slid it up even further to above her breasts. Her arms easily slid out of her nightshirt, and then it slipped off over her head and off.
Gina had a beautiful body. Her breasts were a bit bigger than the average Filipina, her waist was thin and her hips spread, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. I leaned down and suckled one of her nipples and got another soft moan in reply. Her eyes remained closed as I traded back and forth between her breasts. Her breasts were soft and smooth, but stood proud above her chest even when she was laying on her back. Her nipples were a joy to suckle, and I’m sure I also left a few hickeys around the sides of her breasts as I sucked her soft tit-flesh.
I slid down until I was facing her pussy. Her vulva was already wet and shiny from me suckling her breasts, but her juices really started to flow when I paid lip service to her clit and labia. Her hymen was right at the surface of her vaginal entrance, so it was both easy to see, and easy to stretch.
Before long, I was sucking Gina’s clitoris and motioning “come here” just inside of her hymen, and she was rocking her hips in rhythm to me actions. When her body started to quake, I slid up to where my cockhead was sliding around in the lubricating juices flowing out of her vaginal entrance.
I seated the cockhead into her vaginal entrance and then slowly pushed the full length of my cock into her pussy. She didn’t even flinch. I stayed fully buried in her depths for a minute, and then I started slowly thrusting and retreating with my cock. I went a little deeper and a little faster with every thrust, but she continued to breathe deeply with her ağrı escort eyes closed.
After several thrusts, my cock was pressing into her cervix on every thrust, and her hips were starting to rock in time to my thrusts. This went on for several minute before I could no longer hold back and thrust deep into her cervix to release my seed into her womb. Rope after rope of my sperm shot through her cervix and deep into her womb and beyond as waves of pleasure overwhelmed me.
I lay there for several minutes trying to recover, and then I let my cock retreat from her body. I went into the bathroom for a wet cloth and returned to clean her. Amazingly, there were only a few spots of blood at her vaginal entrance and no evidence of semen leaking out of her.
I finished cleaning her and then pulled her nightshirt back over her head and down her body, pulling her arms through the sleeves. I didn’t bother to pull the nightshirt down past her waist, as I still wanted contact with her lower body during the night. Then, I snuggled up behind her and spooned against her back.
It was in the early morning hours when I woke to her body pushing back against mine and slowly rocking. My cock had slid between her thighs, and I could feel her fingers touching the cockhead. I felt her guide the tip until it was pressed against her vaginal entrance, and then I felt it start to slip inside. I pretended to remain asleep while she was doing this.
Gina continued rocking her hips, and pretty soon my cock was fully embedded in her vagina. She was softly speaking as she pushed my cock deeper into her inner sanctum, “Oh my God. That feels so good. I thought this was supposed to hurt.”
I couldn’t keep my hips from moving with her, forcing my cock even deeper into her body, but I kept my eyes closed and maintained to pretense of sleep. She kept looking back over her shoulder, expecting me to wake as she pressed her pussy repeatedly onto my cock, but I kept my eyes closed the whole time.
When her whole body started to shake in climax, I let myself slip over the edge to shoot load after load of sperm into her pussy. I know that my cock wasn’t firmly seated against her cervix because some of the semen leaked out of her pussy after my cock slipped out.
Gina slipped off the bed and into the bathroom to clean herself before returning to clean me as well. When she returned to the bed after cleaning the washcloth she had used, she slipped into the bed and pressed her back against me once again. This time was different, though, as she had removed her nightshirt, and we were both naked under the sheet. I quickly fell back asleep.
In the morning, Gina was laying next to me studying my face when I woke up. She asked, “Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” I replied. “I had great dreams.”
She smiled and said, “So did I.”
I pointed at her body and asked, “When did you take off your nightgown? Are you OK sleeping like this with me?”
“I got warm during the night, so this seemed to be more comfortable. Besides, what is the point of wearing clothes to bed when I can lay naked snuggled up with you?” she said. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “I hope you don’t mind me being naked in your bed.”
“No. I don’t mind at all. In fact, this is my idea of paradise on Earth,” I replied. “There is almost nothing better than snuggling naked with a beautiful woman in my bed.”
“Almost?” she asked.
“Hahaha… Well, it would be better if I was inside of that beautiful woman I was snuggling,” I answered.
Gina slid up from my side to straddle my hips and then press her vaginal entrance down, engulfing my cock. “Like this?” she asked.
“Yes, exactly like that,” I replied. With that, I thrust with all of my akbatı escort might up into Gina’s vagina, completely sheathing my cock and pressing against her cervix.
“Careful,” she said. “I was a virgin until last night.”
“What do you mean, until last night?” I asked.
“I woke up during the night, and your cock was between my legs. I couldn’t help myself, and I put it into my pussy. I always thought it would hurt, but your cock felt wonderful deep inside of me. So, I am no longer a virgin,” she said.
I tried to look shocked, but not too shocked. “So, you like the feeling of my cock deep inside of you then?”
“Yes. I do,” she replied. “And I think I like it even more today.”
With that. I rolled Gina over onto her back and proceeded to give her a proper fucking. Her hips were actively rocking against me this time, our hips slamming into each other with every thrust. Our tempo and power increased every minute we stayed connected, my cock pressing deeply into her cervix with every thrust.
She was moaning loudly now, and it wasn’t long before she came totally unglued, her body shaking and quivering as waves of pleasure flowed over her. I was right behind her, and my cock was firmly lodged in her cervix, pumping load after load of seed deep into her womb. None leaked out this time, so I know it was all retained in her body.
“I love you,” she whispered to me. There it was. Filipinas fall in love faster than any woman on Earth. “Maybe I can stay with you and be your maid,” she suggested.
“Well, we will see how it goes,” I replied.
Gina stayed with me for about two months, and I must say that I was getting very comfortable with her. We had sex a few times every day (or night). She seldom had any issues that caused us problems. Her attitude was perfect, and I was starting to consider her as a wife. Filipinas have a little saying which goes, “Up to you.” What it really means for most Filipinas is often, “Choose wisely or I will be upset,” but Gina never got upset no matter what my decision was.
When I met her, she only had very few clothes. I bought her several sundresses and numerous sexy panties and a few pairs of sandals and pumps. If I have a woman, I want her to look good. At first, she tried to wear bras with the dresses, but I quickly convinced her that she looked great without a bra, so why ruin the lines of a nice dress with bra straps. When we went out, she looked good on my arm. Every time I bought her something new, she showed her gratitude in bed after we got home.
When I was at work, she mostly stayed in the apartment except when she went grocery shopping. It was on one of these grocery shopping outing by herself when she met another guy. I know this because everyone entering my building had to sign in at the front desk, so I know that she took him up to my apartment.
The security guy had my work number, and he called me when they went upstairs. I left work, and went straight home. I entered the apartment quietly, and found them fucking on my bed. I ushered him out of the building and then returned to the apartment. Gina was really scared, but I just told her to give me her key, pack up all of her clothes and get out. There was no way I was going to hit a woman, but there was also no way that I could let her stay. For me, loyalty is everything. Without it, a marriage cannot endure. I had already been looking at rings, but that wasn’t going to happen now.
She was crying when she packed her things in her suitcase and black plastic bags (there was no way all of her clothes would fit in her suitcase now). Then, she said, “I’m so sorry,” and left. It is unlikely that she got a job as a maid. If she was lucky, the Filipino guy she fucked might have taken her in, but likely she ended up working as a bar girl. It could have been so much better if she had remained faithful to me.
The bluegrass song, “If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all,” seemed to have been written for me. I certainly hadn’t been lucky with Filipinas.
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