My pal would always go for $150-cat but I tend to alternate between $80 and $150. In those days, $150 was quite a fair bit of money to me, to be spent only when I was extremely horny or sure that the gal was top-notch with outstanding looks and service.
My sat afternooon matinee was always consisted of an $80-cat followed by some food and thick black coffee at one of the nearby coffeeshops. The char kway teow at lorong 16 was widely reputed and I would frequent that stall. Sometimes our friends would start streaming in around dinner time and we would wind up staying till night time when the street walkers would come out.
There was once I bumped into an SSG from my former NSF unit. He had parked his car a short distance from Westerhout road and was obviously milling around the area either looking to fuck, or had just fucked.
He asked me what i was doing there. I asked him back, what was he doing there. He gave a sheepish smile. I gave a sheepish smile. That was the extent of our conversation. He drove off.
I was later to meet him several times, but our conversation never progressed beyond “hi” followed by sheepish smiles. I think he was more into the Thai scene. But somehow I suspected he only patronized Thais from the Lorong 18 side, which to me was a big mistake. That was not where the good service gals were located.
Not too long after my pals and I started cheonging Geylang on a regular basis, the backlanes started to fill up with illegal broads.
They would come out at night, sometimes the peak period could be past 9pm or even close to midnight. Raids were common but no one could stop them. The police would come down one night, the next night they would start emerging again, and within a couple of nights it would back to full capacity.
Some of the bros who were sick of fucking their regular Thai tiraks would hop over the backlanes now and then to get a sampling of Thai, Indonesian, and Vietnamese cuisine. It was a melting pot of Asian culture.
There was once I nearly got myself besotted with a young Thai illegal broad. I reckon she was in her early twenties. She spoke very little English so regular communication was a problem. But when you are horny and full of sperm that needs to be released, everyone understand the universal body language for “let’s fuck”.
I didn’t know her regular hourly rate because with her, it was overnight from the get go. My first time with her was overnight, as well as all subsequent times.
The first time I saw her, she was in a black dress with black high heel shoes. I think that was the outfit that sealed the deal. She looked really slender in that OL attire. Her skin and complexion looked really good and she had that sweet look of innocence about her. I swear that OKT nearly wanted to hand me a pack of tissue paper when he saw my bleeding nose. I told him, I wanted overnight. He looked a bit taken aback as that was the first time I had been to his stable and definitely the first time I set eyes upon this gal. I think I myself was a bit shocked that I wanted the full package without even trying her out for short time first.
Overnight was more expensive than the regular Thai WLs but I knew I wanted this gal right away. Perhaps all my blood had rushed to my head. She was supposed to start with me at midnight but somehow got dragged until past 1am. I think the bloody mofo OKT wanted to squeeze a couple more short times from her before passing to me.
I waited patiently. I was determined by hook or by crook my semen would be all over that black dress before the night was out.
This happened many years ago so my memory of the events is sketchy at best. What I do recall is that she (lets call her Annie for want of a better name) was an extremely accommodating lass in bed. She was willing to try all kinds of kinky stuff, and furthermore, all fresh and energetic at 2am in the morning when the rest of her compatriots are probably fast asleep after a hard night’s work.
Finally i ripped off the condom and asked her to put on the dress. And the high heels. OMG. fuck. I could have just squirted everything out when she put on those high heels.
I had a kinky idea. In bed, I laid on my back while she used her heels to step on me. Not her full body weight of course. She also had to support herself using the bedpost as it’s definitely not easy standing upright in bed in high heels! When I turned over, we both saw that the bed had been drenched with precum. Or was it actually cum?? She thought that I had ejaculated but I hadn’t yet. I still had the motherload to shoot out.
I laid her down in bed and made gestures to indicate I wanted to cum all over her clothes. She smiled. I took it as a yes. I was furiously kissing and frenching her and then I got ready for the final ejaculation. She motioned me to enter her vagina. The condom was not on at that time.
I froze momentarily. OMG was I tempted.
I motioned her “no”, I was not going to insert now, and then proceeded to squirt all over that wonderful black dress on hers.
Then I hugged her really really tightly. She was giggling away and trying to worm her way out of my embrace but I did not let her go.
Eventually though we both went to bathe and she changed out into a sexy grey set of pyjamas. Then it was time to hit the sack.
Just before dawn, I woke her up and fucked her again. This time, normal sex, shot my load into the pussy (capped FJ).
Annie was very heavily booked over the next several days and it was impossible to secure a further overnight booking with her. The next one I had was two weeks later.
I hoped it was due to her looks and service standard, not because of other factors like raw. I hoped that she did not offer raw to anyone and that the gesture for me to enter her vagina was just a momentarily lapse.
In any case, i did not ask her whether she allowed others (or would allow me) raw, and all our sex from then on was capped FJ with no further questions asked.
She was also quite careful about remembering to unwrap the condom before anything started and would put it on immediately after the bbbj, so I wrote off the incident on the first night as just something that occurred in the heat of the moment.
She did not allow me to COF, so I made do with her boobs. And then her armpits. And then her buttocks. During the cum-on-buttocks, I could easily have smeared it onto her labia and genital area but decided against it. She appeared quite careful about protected sex already and didn’t want to annoy her in any way.
The final sexxion we had, I smeared the semen all over her sexy grey nightgown.
That was the last time I ever saw her. After that grand finale, I never found her in Geylang or anywhere else again.
Let’s see … she was 21 at that time. University student. Engineering major. Yep, beauty and brains. Ok, maybe not really a stunning beauty, but still relatively okay on the eyes compared to *AHEM* *AHEM* some other local gals.
Not being a sexist here. Just relating my tale as it is, as accurately as I recall it.
As an engineering major (mechanical some more) she was used to an environment where there were an oversupply of boys relative to girls. As such, she often regarded herself as akin to a 21 year old scotch who commanded more respect.
But she was no atas-sounding black label. In real life, she was a down to earth, straightforward, honest young lady. A bit of airs, a bit of arrogance sometimes, but most of the time she possessed a nice, affable personality that endeared her to many friends.
i was fortunate to be counted as one of her friends. That day, I hoped to become a little bit more than just a friend.
The air conditioner was operating very quietly in the background. It was a Daikin (not a sales pitch). I was at her place, in her room, and door was locked securely. Windows were shut, blinds were drawn, a soft light permeated the room. I was standing beside her at her desk. She stood up also and then took off her trousers, revealing her white cotton panties. A serene calm descended upon me.
I ran my fingers gently down her arms, her waist, and touched her hips and panties.
“Not your first time, right?” I asked in a playful, joking manner. 21 year old how can be first time?
“Nope!” she said. Straightforward, no pretense.
“Last was with your ex?”
She hesitated. Then said, “eerrrmm …… hmmm….. yep …..”
I was not sure why she sounded reluctant to mention that. After all, she had no qualms proclaiming that it was not her first time.
Early on in our relationship, she had mentioned him extensively. According to her, they were together for a couple of years and he went abroad for postgraduate studies, where he met a blonde Italian girl, leaving her once again available. She had a photo of that Italian girl. She was a fucking hottie, porn star caliber. Losing her man to such a girl was no disgrace at all.
As a result, I get a 21 year old mechanical engineering student standing in front of me with her white cotton panties.
“And …. how about you???” she drawled.
“Me? Errm, of course not.”
She rolled her eyes. The lamest conversational topic of all. Suited more for the 1940s than the 21st century. Not that I have lived in the 1940s.
I was careful not to mention my unique association with Geylang broads, Freelancers, and Escorts. (At that juncture, I have not yet ventured into the world of sugar babes and other more exotic arrangements)
After some light frenching and caressing, I took off all my clothes - shirt, pants, underwear, everything, and placed them all neatly on a stool nearby. Then I started to fondle her breasts.
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garion
Placing your clothes neatly on a stool nearby sounds exactly right one would do when visiting a FL….. I
Precisely! Old habits died hard but luckily she had no clue. LOL!!!
Her perky breasts felt warm and soft. I gently licked them and then smothered my face in their delicious feminine aroma. A heavenly feeling. Suckling her pink nips seems to make her high so I continued doing that. When i reach down to touch her pussy after some time, I found she was already wet.
She took quite some to become proactive. But once she did, it got pretty intense. Lots of frenching, petting, licking, touching, and gradually she did not hold back anything anymore. I could feel her letting herself go. She rubbed her pussy against my dick, grinding it and almost challenging me to insert it. My dick was at the tip and a single thrust with the correct aim and angle would have it deep within her in an instant.
That is usually the moment when cooler heads prevail and I would wear a condom first. I was quite sure she was not on any pill.
She was so moist down there it felt like there was nothing on.
The sensitivity was overwhelming and the urge to ejaculate right there and then was so strong. But I “tong” and “lun”. I had to pump her hard and give her a good time first. It wasn’t easy. The effort paid off later when I came, because it felt so powerful and so wonderful. When the sensation of the condom being filled with semen hit her, she grabbed my arms very tightly as if feeling something totally unexpected but absolutely pleasurable. Her eyes were in a distant galaxy at that moment. I could tell that the sensation of having cummed inside her, even thought the liquid was contained in a piece of rubber, was something a little overwhelming for her.
When it was all over, both of us were drenched with pespiration.
Our little FWB-like liaisons continued for a couple of months, and then she felt it was time to move on. Other guys were entering her life and she was rapidly moving up the social ladder herself.
It’s nice that a gal is admired not just to her looks but also for her brains.
I went back to the Geylang scene and resumed joining my kakis in active weekend cheonging. The economy was not doing well and more and more bros started hanging around the night scene to pass time. It was a time of gloom but we hoped Geylang would give us some temporary relief from what was going on in the outside world.