I think there’s something seriously wrong with me…
I’ve got a great girlfriend who’s quite honestly much much higher on the attractiveness scale than I am. She’s very obliging in both the relationship and the bedroom, however, for some unfathomable reason, I love to play around everytime I come back to Singapore.
I love the Chinese girls in Geylang. There’s such a variety. I try to avoid the ones on Lorong 8 because they’re all strictly controlled by Mafus, while around Lorong 14-18 there’s always a gem that’s freelancing on her own. And by gem, I don’t mean those old tired ladies that attract so much hoohah in the FL section because of their bargain basement prices, but by those girls who are 18, look like a young model and basically are just not standing at 8 because they want the independence and have less competition from the other hot young beauties.
On a side note, I have a pleasant income with a significant disposal percentage, and I’m always in Singapore only for at most a week at a time, so I budget around 6-10k every visit. My last trip back in December cost me 12 big ones cause I just let loose during the holiday season.
Now back to the story at hand, I like to be lavish. You have fun, the girl has fun, and trust me, when you treat these girls like princesses, they turn on the full charm. I’ve never had a problem with the fact that all they care about is the money, as long as they don’t make it too obvious. Now the last time I was here, I droved the car to one of the Hotel 81 lots (I hate to park outside along the street cause I rarely drive and parallel parking is so hard. Plus a lot of people I know can recognize my car so I like to keep it discreet). Strolled down the Lorongs, looking for the candidate for my week of fun and games.
After walking for an hour, my god, this goddess I see standing by the side of the road. There’s an old gent in an office getup apparently discussing terms with her. I sit by the coffee shop order a beer, and wait to see how things go. Now, I don’t understand the gents who make it like a marketplace haggling, trying to bargain for the lowest price. U get what you pay for after all. If a girl feels that she’s doing you a favor by giving you a bargain basement price, well…. usually she won’t be particularly inclined to give you more “concessions” if you know what I mean.
Finally the old gent apparently feels that the price is too expensive as he walks away without sealing the deal. This actually went on for 10-15minutes!!! Well, here’s the signal for yours truely. Straightening my shirt, I drain the last dregs in my can and walk up to this angel.
Here’s a quick description. I like the short sevelte girls, the ones who have that indescribable innocent charm. I believe the SBF forumites call the Sweet Young things (SYTs). This girl was remarkable. Young, pale skin. Long shoulder length black hair. Near perfect teeth, and with a quirky grin that flashed several times during her previous conversations with the bargain seeker. I’m not usually attracted to overly big boobs, but in these case, the girl had a decent rank that would definitely be more than a handful. It was just the slightest touch disproportionate on her small thin frame (not particularly tall), but it gave her just that little touch of sultriness that drives men crazy. She looked like a package from paradise and boy oh boy was I ready to open the gift wrapping
(Bear in mind all conversations were obviously in chinese)
Me: Hello, I would love to have some time with you. Are you free.
Her: Sure handsome (suai ge).
She clings onto my arm and I lead her to a nearby hotel 81. I ask her along the way what price she’s asks for and she says $60. I’m stunned. $60 for such a prize? Bear in mind that I’m very particular about looks and youth and it just seems so sad that she’s giving it away for so little. I nod, and say, “For you, that’s too little. How about $80.”
Yes, yes, for those who are puking at this point, please understand that their half-hour or hourly rate is not the consideration. I’m here for a fun time and service is important beyond all factors. Just giving a measly $20 more per session makes the girl surprised by the generousity and oh so more giving later. (By the way, apparently Singaporeans have a reputation as being cheap and bargainers. Come on, are you trying to buy groceries or trying to have a good time?).
We finally get into the room and its decent by Geylang standards. No obvious stains on the sheet. I ask her to take a quick shower and she steps in. I ask nicely if i can join her and she gives me this sweet shy smile and say ok… (See what I mean about 20 bucks making all the difference). Now in Geylang, if you pay for a girl, its a sure thing, but let me stress again, this is setting up for a week of fun and games so its a little different process I go by.
She has on this black bra and matching thong like panties. And there’s this cute thin gold chain around her waist as well as a red string pendant on her neck. I watch her slowly undress to reveal this small patch of bush that while untrimmed, does not look like a jungle. Theres her cute little slit that looks oh so scrumptious and her nipples are light and pink. “Good job bro on the selection,” I think to myself. We walk into the showers. I take my time gently soaping her body, then allow her to return the favor. She takes special time to wash my private parts, gently running her hand up and down my manhood. She even pulls back my foreskin to wash that little area between cockhead and shaft. Her little dainty white hand on my soldier makes it sprung up to life.
Shes gives me this grin and does a few more quick up and down strokes with her hand, but I playfully swat her hand and ask her to go to the bed first. We cover up with towels and move on to the bed. Now I like to learn a little more about my prospective “companions”, so I take out $250 from my wallet and hand it over to her. She looks at the money, then at me. “Why so much?” She looks crestfallen and worried. The response surprises me. “Ni yao zuo she me ne?” She asks biting her lower lip. I finally realized she thinks I some kind of freak who probably wants her to do something very nasty or freaky. I calm her down, and say just want to book her for a few hours, and just to tell me when the money runs out. She looks a little calmer and sinks onto the bed with relief although she gives off a slight nervous vibe. Another important thing is to try to hold a conversation. After all, in a week there’s only so many times you can fuck. Some of the pleasure is in the company as well.
I talk to her about her family. How she finds Singapore, what she likes to do etc… I make a few jokes about Singaporeans liking to bargain and end up commiserating with her that Singaporeans are cheap bastards (sorry folks, I need to find common ground :P ). Anyway, after 10 minutes she starts reaching for my groin and I gently hold her hand, and say I just want to talk for the moment and am having more fun that way. She again flashes the impish grin and says I must be crazy or something. Two hours fly by and I realize I am having fun. She gives her hilarious imitation of the old guy who was trying to run a bargain with her, and even talks about a couple of funny incidents that happened to her while in Singapore. It even included an anecdote of some guy who brought a cat costume in a bag and paid her another 100 to wear it during sex…
Well, let me look through the list:
Hot sexy chick (check)
funny interesting conversation (check)
things clicking between me and her (check)
no just one final box to clear. How well does she fuck?
To be continued….
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Part II
Moving along, things are finally heating up between Ting Ting (that’s obviously not her real name) and me. Her charming little hand is now back at my crotch, doing wonderful things with my rod. Slowly gently stroking. Making sure the foreskin is stretched back, then sensously pushing it back down. She starts kissing my nipples, but I raise her head slowly and start kissing her ears, gently flicking her earlobes with my tongue. Ummm… She tastes so sweet. There’s a faint perfume smell that’s just barely perceptible.
She suddenly pulls her head back, and looks straight at me. Then, she looks down at my erect shaft. “Whew, for a moment I thought you were kuai kuai,” she says grinning like a cheshire cat. “Now I know you definitely like girls.” Before I can reply with an indignant retort, she kisses me straight on the mouth. Unexpected to say the least, but she seems to get into it and hey, I’m just enjoying the ride. We’re leaning towards each other, and I can feel her warm soft breasts pressing against my chest as I savor the sensations of her tongue dancing around in my mouth.
She finally breaks the long kiss and I surface for air. There’s a delightful blush breaking out on her pale cheeks and she looks ever so sweet. Quite honestly like a secondary school student caught doing something naughty. She comes towards me and pushes me back onto my back on the bed. “Here, let me do it”.
She starts licking and kissing me all over. Its not the usual catbath where they start with the nipples but instead she starts with light kisses on my jaw line, moves slowly down my neck, chest, and then finally reaches the nipples. Her tongue darts outs once twice on each nipple before continuing her oral exploration down my chest, my navel and finally approaching my groin. I’ve never had this done quite this way and her soft passionate kisses and licks are driving me crazy. My dick is so hard its starting to get painful.
She finally reaches the base of my rod and starts licking delicately along the shaft like you would an ice cream cone while looking at me with those large expressive eyes. I kid you not, she winks at me from down there. I’ve never had another PRC girl wink at me before and never seen it since Ting Ting. I quite literally nearly shoot my load there and then. She’s that good! At the same time, she’s using her nails to gently draw patterns on my tight. The tingling (no pun intended) sensation mixed with the attention on my didi brings me again to the brink. She stops here to slide on the condom and that gives me some respite.
Now I’m just a regular guy with a regular sized dick. Definitely not small but neither does it resemble an elephant’s trunk, but geez, the condom she has on her apparently were meant for a 2" midget… We fumble around trying to get it on and finally do it, success coming largely due to the fact that my cock has deflated somewhat due to the poor treatment. With small grimaces from me especially when the condom pinches me in a number of delicate areas, it finally goes on. We look at each other and start laughing.
Now with the brief moment of hilarity, everything’s more relaxed. She’s no longer acting the seductress but its rather like two friends who’s having sex. A couple of months ago I had a brief fling with a friend who I’ve know since Secondary school (that’s a story for another time) and it felt exactly like that. Comfortable and sweet!
Ting Ting gently coaxes my manhood awake with her mouth. She doesn’t manage to quite deep throat it, but rather goes down to around mid point before sliding back up. At the same time, she gently rolls her tongue on my underskin. Before long, I’m fully erect. All the while she’s giving me a blowjob, she has her eyes staring up at my face. There are few things as lavicious as a girl looking into your eyes while giving you a slow erotic blowjob. I gently stroke her long black hair, running my fingers on her ears and down her cheek. After about ten minutes of this bliss, she whispers softly, “bao bei, fang jing qu ba.”
I need no further encouragement. She slinks up my body. There’s no other way to describe the way she justs smoothly glides up to a sitting position on top of me, running her breasts on my legs and navels. Usually I find girls dont like to do it on top as it tires them out but Ting Ting was going all the way. She gently lets my shaft slide on the outside of the pussy lips (she has one of those neat slits that have everything compactly folded in except for the clit sticking out a little) for a couple of strokes before positioning the head at the entrace.
Penetration was bliss. She was tight and young, and I could feel her indescribable warmth down there. I moved in slowly but once completely inside her, she started moving up and down my shaft. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip again. The fact that she had done it earlier when she was nervous made her look so cute and adorable. Here was this teenage goddess bouncing up on my didi with her long black hair swaying back and forth and her beautiful mounds jiggling with the motion. This was my first time with Ting Ting and while it took place in a seedy hotel room, to me it was a glorious experience. Sex with a hooker is one thing. Sex with a girl who’s trying to enjoying herself too is quite another. There wasn’t the fake moans or the exaggerated screams. Her pure concentration on the task at hand was enough to show me she was trying to have as much fun as I was.
While bouncing ontop of me and with my hips further helping things along, she had one hand gently resting on my stomach while the other hand was rubbing furiously on her clit. I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I rolled her over gently and started pushing into her in missionary position. I had her legs on my shoulder and she crossed her feet behind my neck. This way I could move into her deeper. Both hands of mine were on her hips pushing her into each stroke. Her ample bosom would also bounce up and down in rhythm with the thrusts.
Finally, I could take it no longer and I started cumming into the condom. My strokes started slowing down. I gave Tingting another gentle kiss and whispered “Thank you” to her. She smiled at me and my god, even in the dim lighting of the room she was radient.
“Deng yi xia” she said to me and ran over to her purse. She took out a couple of wet tissues, the kind you get a seafood restaurants wrapped in a plastic cover, and ripped them open. She pulled out the condom for me and put it in a wad of normal tissue, before gentling massaging my privates with the wet tissues. When everything was clean and all the disposables ended up in the waste basket, she takes out a little orange tic tac box. She flips a couple into her mouth and asks me if I want any. Tic Tacs… this girl never fails to surprise. I bummed a few and start sucking on them.
We rested on the bed and kept on talking. Through the night, she tells me her real name, even lets me have a look at her passport, talks about her family and life back in Shenyang. Her family is rural and poor but she wanted to have a little spending money so her friend persuaded her to come over to Singapore. Her friend has gone back since then so she’s a little lonely here. No hard sell with the sob story about needing money for family and all that and its refreshing to her about her life back in the mainland. The phone rings once or twice with the manager asking if I wanted to extend the room. I spent five hours that night with Tingting and even fucked twice more. I’m a young guy but after my third orgasm, I felt like coughing blood. With daylight starting to shine in, I told her I had to go. She gave me her cellphone number and slowly dressed back in her street clothes. We walked together out of the hotel. She never mentioned more money, but I like to do well with the people who are good to me, so just before we parted, I took out six more fifty dollar bills and passed it to her. Her eyes opened wide. One more parting kiss and that was it for the day.
I’d found the girl who’d be partying with me for the week to come. And we’d definitely be having more fun.
To be continued.
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Originally Posted by
69kmph
You write very well.
I like your story….. but do you have a point to your story, which you started by saying, “I think there’s something seriously wrong with me…”
Thank you. Well I’m just writing what comes to mind as I recall these events. This is free prose so whatever flashes to mind gets written down. Sometimes I do wonder why I can’t resist the hot young PRC girls.
Part III
When I am in Singapore, I have two roles to play. The filial son, going out to lunch with mom and dad, having meetings with his business counterparts in the city, networking with the Singapore crowd and doing all the things a hardworking up and rising young professional has to do to get ahead in life. Afterall, I’m only back in Singapore once or twice a year since I started working overseas and there’s alot of responsibilities to take care of.
However. once its 7:00pm and the dinner meal with the family is over, I cut loose and head out. Once I’m safely ensconced in the privacy of my car, I call Ting Ting.
“Ni hao. Ting Ting, zhe shi ********. Xian zai you si jian ma?”
“For you, I’m always available,” she replies coquettishly.
“Hao, jin tian wo dai ni chu lai wan wan.”
Now that I’ve decided Ting Ting’s the one whos going to be my companion for the week, I need to make the necessary arrangements. First of all, cruising Geylang all night, staying at the sometimes acceptable sometimes disgusting budget hotels is not my idea of paradise. I’ve booked a room at the Mandarin Oriental (my personal favorite in most cities other than HK where i prefer the Island Shangrila or the IFC 4 Seasons) for the week and that’s where I plan to use as my base of operations.
But firstly, we do need to do a few things for Ting Ting as well. I pick her up from the basement of her flat in Geylang. She’s looking radiant as always, but one thing I have to admit though, she looks like a working gal. No problem, simple thing to fix.
She gives me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek as she slides into the car, and I can’t help but notice her smooth white thighs and her long shapely legs perched on top of a pair of stilleto hills. “We’re going shopping,” I announce to her, whatever you want today, whatever you get. I ask her where she would like to go and she replies, “Zhen Zhu Fang.” I’m not sure I recognize the place. She describes it to me and I get the inkling its People’s Park or something similar.
“Ni you qu guo Wu Jie Lu ma,” I inquire and find out that she hasn’t. We talk a bit more in the car and find out she’s pretty much only been in Geylang with one trip to People’s Park for working clothes, picking up supplies, and sending money back home. The poor girl has been here in Singapore for just over two weeks and most of her exposure to this great country has been within the confines of two lorongs. Well tonight’s going to be different.
First things first. Too high a chance of meeting someone I know in Orchard, and especially with her dressed as she currently is, the possibility of an akward chance encounter was too high. We drive out to Bugis Junction, which is a convenient hop away. Along the way, Ting Ting is excited. This is her first excursion outside her area of familiarity and deep down, I can tell she’s a rural chinese girl finally getting her first glimpse of Singapore
. In the car, she talks non-stop, asking me questions about where’re we going, what are we going to do, can she pick out a dress etc…. I rest my hand on the smooth creamy thighs and tell her she’ll find out soon. When I finally park inside the basement carpark under the Intercontinental hotel, just before we get out, I ask her any particular brand she is interested in. My little angel chirps out, “zhe li you mei you ADIDAS.”
Ha ha, Adidas. Well that could be easily accomodated. Ask my girlfriend and her favorite brands are Prada and Burberry. Coincidentally I knew of a Bugis junction branch of the Adidas store. Along the way, quite a number of guys ogled Ting Ting as she was dressed quite provocatively. A few of the holier than thou crowd turn black black especially when I smiled broadly at their frowing faces
While at the store, I watched as she tried out a variety of outfits. With a body like that, she looked stunning in everything. Finally, she picked out a hoodie, a sweater, a nice tank top and a pair of pink adidas sneakers. When she looked at the price tags, I could see her adorable habit of biting her lower lip coming out again. “Zhe xie dou zhe me gui, hao, wo yao zhe ge!” She says holding out the sweater with one hand, “ke yi ma?” I look at it, its a $130 sweater… “Hao mei won ti.”. She hands me the other three discarded items expecting me to put them back. I bring everything to the counter and pay for them. She looks surprised as the cashier rings up the purchases. “Bu shi, zhe xie wo mei you mai,” she says to the cashier in a frantic panic. I’m a little twisted I admit, and I can’t help grinning at her surprise. Especially since the cashier, a Malay dude, looks a little puzzled and obviously can’t speak Chinese. He glances at me for help. “No worries, just ring them up,” i say and I tell Ting Ting the sky’s the limit today. She thanks me furiously. I gently swat her back to the changing room and ask her to switch into the clothes she bought.
Now its always stunning the way clothes can bring out the best or worst in a woman. An beautiful girl can look whorish or classy depending on just a few layers of fabric and makeup. When she stepped out, she looked like one of those girls on the posters in the store. A beautiful fresh and charming advertisement for Adidas. Hell screw Nike. She had her hair done up in a pony tail and that just accentuated her appeal. She looked like a girl just about to hit the tennis courts at SICC.
Now for step II. Adidas is okay for hanging around and chilling but lets do the real shopping now. “Wo dai ni qu yi ge bi jiao hao de di fang.” I drag her back to the car as she stares wistfully at the tons of little shops that we pass by along the way. Before we leave though, we pick up a pair of cheap $10 earrings at one of those trinket stores that line the throughfare. Looking as she did like a TCS 8 Actress, she was attracting envious looks from both sexes. Gone were the disapproving stares, replaced by furtive admiring glances and again I was struck by what a simple change in wardrobe could do. Robinsons, here we come.
Among the Orchard Road stores, I’ve always preferred Robinsons / Centerpoint. I know Takashimaya has more of the high end branded stuff, but I have fond memories of my youth on the fifth floor of Centerpoint. My mom used to love shopping there so she would leave me at either MPH or Times and I would devour book after book for hours on end before she collected me at the end of her day. Fantasy, Historical Fiction, Autobiographies, Classics, it didn’t matter. I would read each of them cover to cover. However, books were not on the top of my mind when I finally reached this destination.
Part of the fun for me is to help in the transformation from a streetwalker to a lady. First of all, we arrive at the make up counters on the first floor. Like a kid in toystore, Ting Ting’s eyes are agoggle as she looks at the bright display fronts for Clinique, Shinsaegae, Elizabeth Arden, Chanel, Christine Dior etc… I let her browse around but the poor girl honestly can’t make up her mind. I scan through the counters and see a well made up Chinese girl standing behind the Christine Dior counter and so I approach her with Ting Ting in tow. “Can you help my friend out. She’s from Shanghai visiting Singapore for a quick trip and she only speaks chinese, but I’d like you to recommend what’s best to bring out her features.” I let the girls talk shop and soon when the subject matter turns to foundation and such, I quickly lose interest. After around 20-30 minutes the sales girl has laden her with a bundle of goods. When paying for the purchase, they even throw in a free handbag. Its a simple white clutch, but Ting Ting is esctatic. The cosmetic girl has also done a wonderful job with Ting Ting’s makeup. Its an understated work of an art. The make up accentuates her well defined cheek bones and large eyes, without overdoing the effect.
We move on to ladies wear next. Now I know nothing about fashion, so again, we ask the help of the friendly sales people. Soon we have a couple of casual and evening dresses lined up. The pile of bags we’re carrying are starting to add up.
Eventually by the end of the shopping spree, Ting Ting has a couple of new outfits that will allow her to grace any function with ease. She also has a pair of heels and boots, a cute little skull cap, and lastly a designer hand bag. The total of cost of the shopping excursion including the little detour at Bugis has now set me back around $3500. For $3500 Singapore dollars, one can transform a rural girl from China into an exquisite socialite (at least from external appearance). By the end of the session, we have shop girls fighting for her attention. Ting Ting is a bit shellshocked by now. She’s giddy but oh she’s so cute in that new black cocktail dress and matching boots. Shes clutching her purchases ever so tightly in those delicate little fingers, the handbag slung confidently over her shoulder. By now, its already 9pm and we haven’t had dinner yet.
Back at the car, I try to put the packages in the backseat but Ting Ting will have none of that. She stashes it altogether in the front seat with her, cradling most of the bags on her lap. By the time we head off, she’s practically buried underneath her purchases. Nevertheless, she steals kisses all the time on me, and keeps on repeating that she’s having so much fun. Girls and shopping… something I guess men won’t ever understand.
Its a little late and quite honestly, the shopping has tired me out so our next destination is the Mandarin Oriental. Plenty of time to hit the bars and dives over the next few days.
To Be Continued.
This part hasn’t any juicy bits, but I promise the next will be a doozy. Thanks for your patience.
Let me know if you like the story thus far.
Thanks for both the criticisms and encouragements.
Agreed, this story not so much about boinking and fucking, more about my fun times in Singapore.
I know sometimes I make fun of people haggling price, but its my way of just talking cock with the girls I meet in Geylang. Good or bad, they do have that impression so if you agree with them they just start to bond a little with you. Afterall, complaining together with your kakis is what made NS bearable right?
And come on lah, you want me to tok kok and spk singlish also can. But speak yaya now and then also cannot is it? Must give and take lah. Bro, u come and have drink with me next time in Singapore and I show you what can of guy I am.
For those who talk about me blowing money away, and for the gent who zapped me screaming, “so much money for fcuk? want to throw away give it to me.”, why can’t I spend money as I choose? I’ve budget some cash for fun times, and whether I want to pay $100 for a 30 minute session or a few thousand for a week again its up to me. Its not like just because I’m a little loose with my money, the PRCs will start asking for $120. Also, I can probably have the same service with a fraction of the money, but I also don’t mind showing a girl from China rural area who’s had only a few opportunties to experience the good life how fun Singapore can be. Think of it as community service or my penance for taking advantage of their need for money.
Its less about the sex but just having fun with a few sweet young thangs every now and then. After all, I play only once or twice a year and the rest of the time I have alot of obligations to meet.
And now, on to the next installment.
Thanks Gents.
Chrysler.
PS: Me not ang moh, but local. Went to local school but left to follow dreams out of singapore. Peace.
Part IV
Check in is a breeze at the Mandarin. One of the the nice thing about the Mandarins in Asia (unfortunately not the US branches) is that their service is usually top notch. So long as it wasn’t during peak check in / check out hours, usually one of their lady staff would accompany you to your room, serve you hot tea from their signature tea service and make sure everything was alright and you’re satisfied with the room before leaving. Ting Ting was very subdued from the momemt we entered the hotel. She looks like she’s out of her depth, and clings tightly to my arm throughout the trip to the room. Even when the hotel girl compliments her on her outfit, she doesn’t respond at all. Once we’re alone in the room, she runs to the bed and jumps on. She snuggles on the blankets, and practically purrs. I look at her. At that moment, I just couldn’t understand how a girl like her could be acting solo and not under a mafu. This was definitely a girl who needed to be taken care of. I look out the window and see a view of the swimming pool (note to self, get her a bikini).
“Xiao Jie, jin tian kai xing ma? Er le bah, rang wo jiao wan chan.” We scan through the room service menu and finally settle on the steak for me and a prawn noodle mee for her. I also ask in room dining to arrange some chocolate covered strawberries for dessert as well. We have thirty minutes before the food comes so what could we do… what could we do indeed.
There’s a full length mirror along the wall beside the entrance to the bathroom and I bring Ting Ting to stand infront it. “Kan, ni shi duo me piao liang. She starts giggling, a musical sound that eventually has me laughing along with her too. However, I can’t resist anymore and start nuzzling at her neck. I can slowly feel myself getting more and more aroused. She starts stroking the back of my head. I pull the dress over her head, and find that she’s wearing a new red lacy bra and a matching red panty. “Do you like it, I specially bought it for you,” she whispers breathily. Me like. Me like alot. My hands reach around and cup her breasts gently kneeding them through the fabric. They feel wonderful, soft as putty in my exploring hands. I snap the bra off and they fall to the floor, revealing a couple of erect nipples. She has the most gorgeous breasts with pink nipples sticking proudly out. I continue to massage her breasts with gentle flicks on her nipples, all the while planting soft dry kisses on her neck and earlobes.
Slowly, one hand snakes down her body. Pass her belly button, tracing the curve of her hip and finally reaching into her panties. I can feel the soft tangles of her pubic hairs and finally they find their destination. I tentatively slide one finger in and am pleasantly surprised to find that she’s already wet. By now, she’s grinding her tight pert ass against my groin, and the satiny feel of her panty covered ass against my engorged dick is driving me crazy. I begin to feel extremely uncomfortable with my manhood stuck in my trousers. Thankfully, Ting Ting resolves the issue by using those nimble fingers to slide down my zipper and reach in, freeing my happy soldier from those restrictive confines.
Picture this. A topless raven hair chinese beauty, made up to the nines, hair slung back in a pony tail, dressed only in red panties, moving to an unheard beat, rubbing her ass against your cock. And to top it all, you get to capture all this in its utmost glory with the reflection in a full sized mirror. I lose my head completely at this point. I pull down her panties frantically. She whispers to me “condom” and nearly crying with frustration, I frantically reach into my back pocket and pull out the one in my wallet that I keep for emergencies like this. I throw my wallet on the floor, and rip the foil open. I slide it on desperately myself with one hand while playing with her pussy with the other. With that done, in one fluid motion I sheath my penis in her pussy. One stroke, one plunge. Her wetness, the warmth, the eroticness of it all is too much for me. For the first time in a long time, I can’t help but groan in the act of fucking. There’s no slowness or gentleness this time. I feel like a pent up animal and ram into her hard. She makes this soft grunts as I pummel myself into her, the sound of my groin hitting her buttocks serving as a counterbeat to her exhalations. I lever one of her legs up so that I can thrust even deeper into her. She smells so lovely.
I feel her suddenly shuddering against me. I’m quick to explode this time and I can feel myself spurting within her. Her pussy muscles squeeze and clench on my dick as I orgasm within her, milking me dry. My legs feel rubbery and we end up leaning against the miror, with me ontop of her. Our breaths fog up small patches on the mirror. My now shrunken manhood is still within her and we stay like that for a few more moments. I give one quick kiss on her forehead and stumble back on unsteady legs. While she looks like a spent goddess, I catch a glimpse of myself with my condom covered covered dick sticking out of my trousers and realize I look like an idiot. I quickly take off my trousers and rip off the offending rubber cover. “Lets take a bath” and I lead my precious into the toilet.
The bathtub is just large enough for the her to rest in between my legs and lean back against me. We let the water flow in, the hot steaming water gently lapping against our bodies as the bathtub fills up. Soon, our bodies are immersed in this liquid heaven. Nothing beats a hot bath after sex I find (unless its more sex!). In this lazy satisfied mood, I still can’t help but admire her smooth pale skin. With the heat of the water, her skin takes on the most delightful rosy hue. I chat with her a little bit, and she gushes about her little excursion tonight. She turns around and gives me a quick peck on the nose. “Xie Xie ***** ge. You really made me happy today. Noone’s been as nice to me as you were.” Aww shucks…. I’m taking advantage of this girl and she’s still thanking me for it. I’m a bad bad man. She tells me that while she’s young she wanted to have the chance to see the world and quite honestly, this was the only way a girl like her could get to go beyond China and make some decent money. However, things were not as good as she imagined, and it was really really hard to make money to pay off her “loan” for the help in getting into Singapore. She stated a little bitterly that all night she was servicing men who tried to get as much out of her with as little money as possible and wasn’t confident enough to explore the city on her own, afraid of attracting attention of the police. Not that she had the energy to do so after walking the streets the entire night. Abruptly she switched the conversation. She didn’t want to talk about such things. She told me a funny story about some of her first experiences in Singapore and some of the pecularities of the girls she was staying with.
Ding Dong! Ting Ting jerked upright. Oh right, dinner. I had completely forgotten about it with this delicious treat lying on top of me. Come in, I shouted from the bathroom. I could hear the door opening. Ting Ting had a completely unexpected reaction though. She jumped out of the bathtub, grabbed one of the towels and ran into the shower partition, closing the frosted glass door behind her. To say I was a little perplexed by this would be an understatement. “Where would you like me to set this up sir,” the bellhop said through the bathroom door. “Infront of the bed please.”
“Will do. Have a great evening sir,” he replied, closing the door behind him after he was done setting up the room service cart. With him gone, I called out to Ting Ting. “Ta zhou le. Ni wei she me zhe me hai pa ne?” She doesn’t respond. Hmmm… I climb out of the bathtub and open the shower partition door. She’s cowering against the far wall. After calming her down, I realized she thought it was an AV conducting a raid when the bellhop entered the room. She had heard from her friends horror stories about girls being rounded up and deported. “Bu yao dan xing, zi shi wan chan er yi,” I reassure her.
I bring her outside and show her the empty room. She spots the dinner service table and flips open the lids to reveal my steak and her mee. she glances at the familiarity of the mee bowl, then looks at the steak. Back and forth her eyes dart. Hugging her from behind, I tell her to dig in. She can have half of my steak and I’ll have some of her mee. I’ve used the word “adorable” so many times, but quite honestly, I can’t think of another word to describe her actions. I love a girl with a healthy appetite and she polishes off both plates quickly. She even lets out a cute burp. “Hope you have more room for desert”, and I unveil the final course. Chocolate covered strawberries!!!
There’s four strawberries on the plate. These are not the usual thumb size ones but are nearly half the size of my fist each! And the presentation is awesome. Using a combination of dark and white chocolate, the chocolate layer is designed to make it look like each of the strawberries are wearing a tux. There’s even a red bow tie on each made with raspberry paste. I feed her one of them. Her mouth suckles on the large fruit and I can picture something else she’ll be suckling later ;P She’s only able to eat the one though.
She lies back on the king bed. Spread out with her arms and legs wide spread. I lie next to her. I must have been more tired then I thought. We both fall asleep.
To be continued.
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Part V
Hmm… where am I? “Slurp. slurp,” What’s that noise? “Slurp. slurp.”
A wave of pleasure hits me. I look down and there’s my raven haired
beauty. She’s completely nude and I have a great view of her sucking
on my stiff manhood. Somehow while I was zonked out, she had slid the
condom on and was gulping my dick down like a pro. Which in
retrospect perhaps she was. Her hair is tousled, hanging over her
shoulders and spread out on the bed. Her elbows are resting on the
bed in between my thighs, her head cupped in her hands. I knew a girl
who did homework or read on a bed that way, but she sure as hell
wasn’t preoccupied with any ol’ book.
I glanced at the bedside clock. Damn! 3am. I had slept the night
away. Ahh…. another wave of pleasure runs up my body from Ting
Ting’s kind ministrations. I rest my large hands over her dainty ones
cupping her face. I sweep back the hair covering half her face and
stare at this goddess.
“Zao an,” I mumble. She looks at me, gives me that wink of hers again
and then goes back to the job at hand. I can’t resist and start
pushing my hips up to her downstrokes, trying to get as much into
that warm red mouth as possible. She swallows it all. Her cheeks
deflate during one particular hard sucking exertion. Shes doing
something wonderful with her tongue as well, rolling it up and down
my dong with each slide into her mouth. After around 15 minutes of
this bliss, I blow another load. I wish I could wake up every morning
this way. I’m gonna miss Ting Ting when I leave.
I’m wide awake now and so is my lady of the night. But 3:30am… what
can we do at 3:30am in the morning? “Hurry up. Let’s get dressed and
go.” I call the concierge service. I ask for their help in preparing
a few egg salad sandwiches and a picnic set. I also ask them to
include candles. The great thing about staying at a decent hotel
chain like the Ritz or the Mandarin Oriental is that they do
everything to meet your needs. In 20 minutes, there’s a knock on the
room. I’ve warned my dear Ting Ting in advance and this time she’s
calmer. I assure her that the police do not raid hotels like this.
Too many lawyers to deal with in such an event.
The hotel had outdone themselves. I take a quick look at the wicker
basket (they must have this request a lot to have this readily
available) and see a full utensil set for two with the necessary
plates and cutlery. Also, they’ve packed two egg salad sandwiches, a
bowl of wildberries and even a bottle of red wine. Everything is
neatly tucked under the picnic blanket and wrapped in saran wrap to
prevent spills. Ting Ting has changed into her Adidas outfit. She
looks at the hamper curiously and asks me what’s that. She had been
hiding under the covers when the bellhop had been in the room.
“You’ll find out,” I tease her while I guide her out of the room. Its
back to my carriage, where I drive my princess out into the blue
yonder. Where should we go next. Mt Faber? East Coast Park? Fort
Canning? East Coast Park is where I lost my virginity and it holds
fond memories for me. Its as good a place as any for an impromptu
picnic. With destination decided, we play a few Zhang Xue You CDs
that my sister likes to keep in the cars. Ting Ting grooves a little
to the music, swaying her body gently to the crooning beats of Jacky
Cheung’s love ballads. She rests her right hand gently on my left
wrist, stroking it a little. A couple of times, I stare at her during
the trip. Its sad in a way that a sweet beautiful thing like this has
to sell her body but hey, I guess I’m in no position to complain.
We arrive finally. I park my car and we stroll across to the beach.
To be continued
This part is a little shorter than the previous ones but I’m feeling
a little fatigued. Wow, writing this is actually quite fun. Kinda
like reliving the past. Hope u guys are enjoying it as well.
Here you go, Part VI:
We walk along the beach. Its peaceful. The sound of the surf lapping
on the sand mixes in with the steady chirping of a couple of crickets.
There’s noone, just the two of us in the dark. The light from the road
lamps barely reaches the part of the shore that we’re walking along.
I’ve slung the basket on the right arm, my left clasping Ting Tings
hand. She’s got her new pink adidas shoes slung over her shoulder with
her left hand, and she’s taken off her socks and walking on the sand
barefooted. We keep close to the waterline, where the sand is smooth
and soft.
Its a couple more hours to daybreak, a couple more hours where the
weight of my responsibilities are still gone from my shoulders. Ting
Ting also is lost in thought. We walk quietly along the beach, each of
us in our own introspective musing. I’m content. I hope she is. She
suddenly stops. she turns me around to face her.
“*****-ge, ni shi zuo she me ne?” she inquires directly. Her eyes
searching my face.
Until now, I’ve always been the listener. I like to hear her talk and
have heard about her family, her life in Shenyang, her roommates in
Singapore and even her rocky relationship with her boyfriend back in
the mainland. I crack jokes, encourage her, and basically nod at all
the right places, however, I’ve said very little about myself. I’m a
little happy that she wants to know more about me. I tell her what I
do, the importance of work at this point in my life when I’m just
starting out. I talk a little about life overseas. At this point, she
interrupts me. “Ni zhu zai *****, na ni hui hui qu ma?”
Okay, here it goes… I let her know I’m only here in Singapore for a
few days, and that I’ll be on a plane back to where I came from on
Sunday morning. Its already in the wee morning hours of Wednesday. “Na
ni ji shi hui hui lai ne?” She falls back on that ever familiar habit
of biting on her lower lip. I rarely lie, no need to, so I honestly
say, “After I leave, I’ll probably never see you again.” Her eyes open
wider. I can see the flow of thoughts running across her face. She’s
very easy to read, the poor girl.
We start walking again. Quietly. I wait for her to say something. Its
still just the two of us on this peaceful beach. The silence is
unnerving. I spot an open area that looks perfect to set up an
impromptu picnic. I lay out the sitting blanket and set up the place
servings for two. The glasses come out last, together with the bottle
of red. As I make the arrangements, Ting Ting is looking out at the
ocean. The surf comes up to her ankles, and she has her hands crossed.
Her shoes lie between me and her. I walk over to her and hug her from
behind. “We can still have fun before I leave,” I whisper to her. “I
won’t leave you empty handed.”
I come to this stunning realization. She’s crying! My poor baby is
crying. I have this personal weakness. I hate seeing girls cry. I’m my
nature pragmatic so in the back of my mind, I remind myself that she’s
probably crying for a variety of reasons. I don’t know how much of it
is real, how much of it is because she cares about me from the ever so
short time we’ve know each other, or how much of it is because she’s
losing a sugar daddy, but I know at least this much. I hate to see a
pretty girl cry. Especially if its because of my actions. All the more
from such a lovely lovely face.
I wipe her tears with my thumb. “Bu yao ku bao bei. Bu yao ku.” i hug
her again, from the front this time. I squeeze her tight. “I know its
a short time, but I’ll make sure you have a great experience. Let’s
not waste time thinking about the end. Let’s just have fun now.” She
wipes off a few more errant tears with her hands. Her voice is steady
when she finally speaks. “Ni shi ge da hui dan! Hao, wo hui rang ni
yong yuan ji zhu wo,” she says defiantly. I shoot a quick thanks to
someone up there for letting me find this diamond in the rough.
I lead her back to the picnic spread. Her eyes are still red but she
nibbles on the sandwiches. Its so cute the way she eats. She holds te
sandwich in her two dainty little hands and takes the smallest bites.
I pour her a glass of red. She takes a sip but wrinkles her nose. “Bu
hao he,” she complains with a pixie look of disgust. Well, I didn’t
like red wine the first time I had it too. Luckily, there’s a small
carafe of iced water and I pour that for her instead. I sip slowly on
the glass of wine and watch her eat. I think to myself that I could
look at Ting Ting for hours at end and never get bored.
She catches me staring at her, and gulps down the last of the sandwich
selfconciously. “Ni bu yao yi zhi kan zhe wo. Wo lian shang you she me
ma?” “You, rang wo lai,” I reply and suddenly flick her nose. She
sqwaks in indignation and nearly falls backward. I laugh heartily. She
grabs two fistful of sand and flings it at my face. It gets into my
nose and mouth and some of it goes down my throat as I was laughing. I
splutter the sand out. This time, its her turn to break out in
laughter. I keep on choking though… She gets concerned. She hurries
over to me. “Dui bu qi dui bu qi, ni hai xing ma,” she frantically
pats my back. I keep on fake choking. The girl has got to pay! She’s
nearly panicking right now and thats when I reach over and grab her
and lift her up in my arms. She shrieks and quite honestly, if there
was a policeman I’d probably have been arrested for rape. I drag her
to the water and together we plunge into the ocean.
The water is cold, but not painfully so. Ting Ting is gasping and I
brush the water away from her eyes. She growls and starts splashing
water at me when she finally recovers. She even dunks my head back
underwater for good measure. By the time we get out, both of us are
soaked thoroughly. I glance over at Ting Ting and my heart nearly
skips a beat. I’ve talked about how beautiful Ting Ting is but I want
you readers to really understand what i saw at this moment.
Here’s a girl who just stepped into womanhood. Her breast are firm and
her nipples are hard from the cold. They haven’t had the time to sag
yet and they thrust out proud and hard, visible through the wet T-
shirt. Her long raven locks are shiny from the soaking, slicked back
and resting on one side, curling around her swan neck and dripping
droplets of water onto her chest. The line of her collarbone is sharp
and prominent, her big round eyes shine brightly against the moonlight
and fading light from the farway street lamps. She’s wet, soaking wet
but the tight clingy material doesn’t detract away from her beautiful
body, but rather accentuates every lovely curve and every glorious
line on that sleek sevelte body. Her slight shudders as the breeze
waft around her makes her look so vulnerable and feminine. Here was
indeed a goddess from the legends of old, come out of the water to
enchant men and lead them to their doom. And like a spellbound fool, I
was captured by her charms.
By now, she knows me too well. She lets out a small smile and walk
towards me ever so slowly. Her hand reaches out and grabs the back of
my neck, pushing me to those lucious red lips. I lean down and kiss
her deeply. My head is spinning and I’m in heaven once more. We kiss
for what seems like hours. Finally we break apart. She pulls her shirt
off and slides her skirt down. I practically rip out the buttons of my
shirt in the hurry to get it off and jump out of my trousers. She’s
not wearing her underwear and we’re both now nude on the beach. I pray
that there’s no nighttime security guard. I reach out to her and once
again carry her light weight onto my arms. She squeals again but this
time in delight and I pepper her with light feathery kisses as i walk
towards the picnic blanket. I set her down gently and with one swipe
of my arm, push the now irrelevant plates and utensils off what will
soon be the stage of our lovemaking.
Remember how she kissed me from head to toe in my very first time with
her. Well I always try to return a good deed in kind
I start with
her earlobes, I love nibbling on them. My hand is on her clit rubbing
it softly in a slow circular motion. My mouth traces a string of hot
quick little kisses along her jawline, down that beautiful long neck.
It follows the ridge of her collar bone, down to the twin mounds of
her breast. She’s breathing heavily, and I can tell I’m doing
something right with her grip tightening on my shoulders. Lower and
lower I go, until my head rests between the valley of her thighs. How
thoughtless of me. She’s blown me so many times, but i must be really
inconsiderate to ignore her needs. Well, I better make recompense
quickly.
Using a trick that was thought to me by a frat buddy of mine, I lick
her clit, spelling out the alphabet with my tongue. I also gently
insert one finger into her quivering sheath, not going deep but rather
applying the lightest of pressure just inside her snatch. Her
breathing has gotten heavier and heavier. Some guys like their girls
to scream and shout, but her deep breaths make this so much more
personal and sexy. She pushes my head down against her groin and soon
I’m breathing in the deep aroma of her pussy. Its clean and pleasant
and smells so much like her. Finally after what seems like forever and
also in the blink of an eye, she’s shuddering and quivering under me.
She’s not a squirter but I can feel the sudden rush of wetness that’s
not from my own ministrations. She lets out one last deep sigh and
relaxes, all tension draining out of her.
I look back up at her and grin. “Hai xing ba,” I jokingly announce at
her. She grins back then pushes me from between her legs with her arms
and closes up her thighs. She suddenly comes to the realization she
naked out in a public beach and looks all around for her clothes. Now,
I’m standing up and my boner is screaming for attention. Unfortunately
we realize that we don’t have a condom on us (stupid stupid stupid
me!) and i try to coax my hardon back into my pants which I’ve put
back on. In a flash, but of us are dressed back in our sodden clothes.
We both come to the realization that wet clothes and sand are not the
best combination for anyone seeking to be comfortable. We pack up our
stuff and walk back to the car. Another night is drawing close to a
close.
I’ll stop here and the story will be continued.
Thanks for all the feedback, pms and pts. Appreciate all your comments
including the criticisms. There’s more to come, I hope.
more money doesn’t guarantee you a good time.
While these girls are all out to make money, show them care and respect and they really treat you very nice.
But ultimately of course, they here to make as much as they can. So if you can afford it, why not give a little and make everyone happy.