We met not too long ago, a few days before her monthly period, before she returns to cebu to celebrate her daughter’s birthday. Went shopping, bought bags of chocolates and sweets, which she shipped back for her family and her neighbours children.
Neither of us paid a cent. Expenses sponsored by old man. During her 2 week absence, he would enjoy the company of his eldest son’s maid, another big boob Filipina, a friend of Au. They dumped her with chow so that she can help perform acts of filial piety as chow junior headed Greece for family vacation in June holiday.
Making out with Au, in the privy of 81 with air con and shower, was our first outside her flat and a different type of excitement altogether. I told her I want to hear her moan and made sure she shout lao gong lao gong before she cums. We took our time to fondle in hot shower and video record our first and best fuck on the cheap bouncy bed.
We love what we saw on the fone. She was seen shaking her head high on sex, gesturing as she rode me wild and fast. Lao gong I’m Cumming she screamed, her sweaty boobs slapped my face in free style, circular motion, bouncing as i thrust deeply into her fat pussy.
We excitedly came in less than 10 mins and our bed moved by a meter away from the wall. I fired my second load in missionary, thrust by thrust, as she covered her mouth in ecstasy, panting like a gladiator in a fruitless attempt to hide her quavering pussy.
She squat down, blew me hard again and asked for a third time during our shower before our time’s up and I gladly gave her screaming cunt for one good last one. I made sure she remembers her ’lao gong’ for many years to come.
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diputs1269
Yes, Yanti is a nice name and nice story here too.
Thanks for reading that intimate part of my young adulthood in the last 10, 20 years… Indeed more than 10 years series liao. Yanti is a special girl whom I will always remember.
Perhaps it’s good time to share the story of another lovely indo maid whom I have been dating since January. Her name is Wati. It seems my fear is materialising, as wati is travelling the same path as Yanti. Stay tune for next update.
Wacko Wati
Wati, a weird, secretive Indonesian is crazy about go karts, motorbikes and anything fast and adrenaline pumping. Once every two months, she will meet up her gang of inner circles to race, eat and catch up in jb. Her favourite movie is fast and furious. Her favourite actor is Tom cruise. She likes to watch hard-core porn. You get the picture?
She stood beside me outside jb custom. She was waiting for friends to pick her up and me my driver, who is never punctual. I travel often to West Malaysia these days as company wants to rapidly expand in SEA. Every week travel meet vendors, entertain clients and force myself to strike guilty deals with greedy middlemen of bodohland. But I enjoy my work and travel in asean compared to Europe and east asia. Less stressful here, somewhat more familiar, but never safe.
She was fidgeting, glancing over shoulders, checking me out. I could tell. I had to strike convo. It’s awkward not to as waiting area only two of us plus a sleepy custom officer at counter. Nvm I looked odd in my baseball cap, jeans and samsonite black label. I forced myself to use my lousy pick up line ‘hello… Do you have any small notes to change?’ Always works. Always triggers good response. And response is all I need to start ball rolling, whether its wati or potential prospects.
Scrambling her messy alibaba bag digging here and there like squirrel, she handed me crumbled 1 ringgit notes, asked me to keep just in case. I was amused by her chipmunk voice and kancheong spider look. A helpful lady. I thanked her for the generosity, intro myself and became best friends across the Causeway at 6:30am, Sunday morning.
I recommended her cheap good food and affordable safe hotels in jb, imparting her useful local knowledge from uncle tham, my resourceful Malaysian chinese driver. I asked for her fb but she gave me her number instead.
Wati’s an indo maid from surabaya, works for angmo household in Singapore. Stays in landed in the east, enjoys all the freedom in the world to roam, meet friends in the day, including staying out on Saturday nights. I consider her an attractive lady (I have high standards). She has narrow, oblong face, long hair, centre parting. She is very 耐看. Like Jennifer Aniston and Eva hsiao type. Face won’t age and see 100 times also beh sian, if you know what I mean. She does resemble Eva, choklat flavour.
She is 34 this year but looks like 24. Full of laughter, monkey tricks and lively teen spirit. In some ways, she reminded me of my dear yanti. Honestly, most maids age quickly, looking a decade older than biological age thanks to physical torture. Wati is magically different. Those curious expression, sweet school girl voice and her love for glasses, even though she has perfect eyesight.
Like most Indonesians, she has shapely figure and maintains it very well, even after the birth of her only son. Those young curvy hips make her look very fertile and sexually developed, even in plain jeans. Her nubile body is the most youthful I have ever… come acrossed.
I texted wati the same day to thank her again, only to receive her reply the following morning. She shared her fun activities and said she looked forward to a longer trip next time when there is a larger congregation. She was careful not to reveal further details of their activities. I probed but her lips are sealed.
We failed to meet twice on subsequent Sundays due to confusing interpretation and miscommunication. This is nothing new to me. I had my share of misunderstandings from maids, both indo and pinay, who are understandably weak in English. Wati loves to over think a lot. Her imagination is unparalleled. (I will share why she loves to imagine later). I felt pekchek as i needed to explain a lot just to prove a point. I decided to stop texting her altogether to focus on my work.
Our friendship was revived when she videocalled one Friday evening, when I was in a meditative state, sipping coffee alone from a cafe balcony in Hanoi. It was heartwarming to receive a call from someone, in fact anyone, especially when you are alone in cold drizzling weather. I was delighted to see her wearing a loose floral nightgown and caught a glimpse of her clean shaven armpit. We flirted, had a lusty conversation and arranged to go hotel right after I touch down on Sunday. I chose not to secure a room in advance as I was afraid she would call off any moment.
In her text, she begged me to be very discreet for she has many Muslim friends outside. She would remove her Tudong after her mass prayer for world peace, then change into outside clothes and meet me at hotel. Her fierce privacy suits me. I couldn’t have asked for more. On Sunday, things did not turn out smoothly as planned. She was utterly comical, acting weird and feeling distressed at the hotel lobby, drawing unwanted attention and smirks from transit customers. It was nothing short of a drama.
She dashed in, covered her face in disgrace and started running in different directions as if to avoid paparazzi. She did not know she was required to show her EP at the counter and I found her hiding tactically in a corner behind a pot of plant. I can’t help but burst into laughter. I pulled her out to the counter where she began digging her bag like a squirrel for her pass. It took her forever. The reception ladies were amused. I told them it’s my first time here also and they gave me a knowing wink. I bet they were scrutinised us from their cctv.
We reintroduced ourselves and refreshed our memories as we sat at different ends of the bed inside room. I handed her a bottle of water, she gulped down fast. We then French and I removed her top. In an instant I was dragged to the bed, my body on top of her and she was hugging me tight like a wrestler, refusing to let go of her grip.
We kissed passionately and my tongue found its way to her soft breast and large pale nipples. She did not resist one bit when I raised her arm, kissed and licked her armpit like a maniac. On the contrary, she relished the sensation, eyes closed, mouth agaped, moaning softly. She was very wet within minutes, spread legs, ordered me to quickly cap and enter her. I found my way into her slippery hole, hugged her tight and rock steadily while sucking her earlopes. She cum screaming. I also released my load.
Wati has the body of an adolescent, large round hips, soft bouncy tits and smooth unblemished skin, a fantasy that came true without landing rottans on my butt. She spread her legs, parted her pussy lips and showed me her few strains of coarse public hair. Other than that she is hairless. Even her armpits are smooth and very clean. It was such great joy to lick them while fucking her deep and forceful, the way she imagines, like the porn she sends me daily.
Cumming 3 times and screaming until the whole hotel can hear, she begged me to stop, yanked off my cap and said “come I shuck you. I shuck you. cum on my face. Sir happy. Wati happy ok?” I nodded, shut my eye and made room for her so that her face is position in front of my jewel. It was painful and tormenting, a far cry from Mary’s powerful tongue (the pinay I cut ties with). I asked her to stop and suck my sensitive balls. For my first time in life, I shot out splatter of hot sticky cum on someone’s face. She happily rubbed my dick over her nose, eyebrows and lips… She enjoyed it big time. Said good for complexion. It was weird but I felt so manly.
We dressed up and hugged. I gave her $20 for lunch, she thanked me repeatedly and dashed outta hotel, crossed the road and disappeared into the sea of crowd. We met for sex regularly, even during her fasting month. She did not fast anyway. She m is horny inside and reserved outside. Once inside room she becomes sex monster. It seems that quiet girls always damm horny and game to try new things inside hotel. Those loud ones are opposite. Once inside cannot do this cannot do that.
Wati follows Indonesian politics on YouTube everyday. She is a fanatic and accused Jokowi of cheating. She was very upset he won. She would sleep late at night and doze off in exhaustion. She found it hard to sleep and prays every night because… She could see ghosts, claiming that someone in white would stare at her in her room, especially during rainy days. She was also afraid of thunder. I thought she’s already weird until she cried as I did not believe her.
Honestly… She ain’t the only muslim who claim to have seen things. My close friends and colleagues, muslims, Singaporean and Indonesians said the same things. My other indo maid (who I will write about later, saw another thing also). It ain’t a matter of being low in luck. Without prejudice, I believe certain practices, despite being recognised as orthodox, involves a lot of low level things.
In a way, I feel sorry for her. She’s such a sweet lady. I feel bad seeing her tormented like that. Just like Yanti, she decided to end her contract and return to surabaya. Her employer already agreed. Exact date not fixed.
She has learnt to put her past behind. Her ex husband, an Indonesian Chinese and his family, cruelly forbid her from visiting her 5 year old son. No videocall. Not even calling. She was devastated. Cry everyday, always want to jump down. I did not know full story and dared not ask too much to evoke emotions.
Her mother and sister found her a suitable man, from surabaya, also 34 yrs old. He works in JB. This explains why she always go meet him over the weekend. She likes him and she wants to marry him, start a family and bear him two kids to accompany them when they are old. I felt very happy for wati. It was fate that brought us together even for a brief moment. We plan to meet for one last time, maybe in late June or July, before she leaves Singapore for good.
Such a nice weird girl, I will miss her dearly.
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SerflySGR
Looks like her ex-husband’s family decided to give her a warning,
Bro starbucks
. How else would she experience such things? Shudder to think how we could defend ourselves from such horrors.
yes bro. it is possible they did something. this kinda craft very common in southeast asia. scary indeed!!
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premierleague
Solid and support nice story here.
Hope to read more.
thank you for your support bro!
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batho
Very nice story, cheers to TS.
thanks! business not bad of late. stay tune for more updates
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basfreak
nice story TS, shall wait for more updates.
wait no further. fresh from oven
Unexpectedly good
Had coffee with my lovely girlfriend L this morning. She looks mesmerising as ever, bright clear eyes and beautiful rosy complexion. We updated each other about our lives and work in the past month.
I made sure she’s eating and resting regularly as it pains my heart to see her lose some weight due to expanding business and busy schedules. We longed to disappear from public eyes and lose ourselves in each other’s embrace but it wasnt possible today. L is having a heavy flow, which usually lasts for days. She would be returning to aussieland on tuesday, there goes our chance for intimacy.
We patiently tolerated the babaric china ladies howling at one another in such highend café in MBS. Still, we felt happy and contented meeting in person, sipping coffee and feeding each other our favourite strawberry shot cakes.
Free the whole day, I met up with Danker, 28, after receiving her text. Meeting her for the second time; last met 2 months ago, ended up making out in hotel.
Danker, not her real name, resembles a famous radio DJ. Sexily lean, light brown skin tone, defined jawline, waist-level hair and a pair of lipid eyes that expresses naïvety and adventure. I admire her personality. Outgoing, vocal yet sensibly polite and well-mannered. I’m most impressed by her discipline and punctuality. She respects people’s time. Something rare for maids.
Yes, Danker’s a pinay maid, works for angmo family. Very fortunate girl, enjoys off every week, returns before 2359. Her exposure to european culture is apparent in the way she speaks, reasons and behave. Like most maids I know, even at a 28, she has a kid. Working hard to raise her 5 year old daughter, now under the care of her mother back in the Philippines. Another case of shotgun, if I remember correctly.
Took me some guts and guilt to ‘date’ someone over 10 years younger. It felt like dating my own niece or cousin. Managed to sleep with her on first date, thanks in part to the unbearable weather that drenched us in sweat as we toured the city. Also thanks to her recent breakup with her Singaporean bf, a married chinese. I had earlier rejected her advance, as she appeared needy and clingy after we first met, likely seeing me as her replacement bf.
Our second date today was splendid. Likely the best I experience i had, this year, to date. Very intense GFE, like having our first sex. Great kisser and sucker but she likes to bite. She denied biting though, making myself wonder if I also unknowingly bite when I kiss. We were uncontrollable the minute we unwrap each other from the towels.
Her lean body allow me to embrace her in my strong arms while licking her all over with love and passion. She simple gave me full control to do what I want, as she savoured every moment of my wandering tongue. Her tits are small, fresh and firm. I licked them all over till she rolled eyes, mouth open big big smiling sheepishly. You can tell she really enjoy sia.
She came twice. She wanted to try 69. i told her next time cos her pussy has a ‘heaty’ smell. It’s not CCB. Not really unpleasant. Still lickable…I can’t describe that heaty pussy smell. But I grant her an ice-cream, she sucked and licked so masterfully till I almost cum-crying. Tak boleh tahan, I jumped up, fucked her doggy and rammed her till she screamed ‘hor hor hor’. She came a third time. It was a victorious home run for us. We lay panting on bed, smiling like idiots.
Though I came only once, my legs are now wobbly. The sex was unexpectedly good. I will likely honour her as one of my royal concubines if she maintains the quality