It was 9 o’clock at night and all was quiet on this dark little Filipino side street. All except the voices in my devious pussy-fiend of a head that is. It’s like an unstoppable force, the quest for new Filipina trim. I’m beyond any resemblance of self-control at this point. My ever-burning hunger for it has grown a mind of it’s own now; all the more obsessively dedicated by the urgings and encouragement from the viewers of this very site you’re on.
As I’ve done a few times now, I was lurking in the shadows of this residential area behind my hotel like the diabolical pussy troll that I am, hoping to snare a hot piece of Pinay puki coming home or heading out to the bars, in any possible state of sobriety or not. As chance would have it, I soon heard a figure coming towards me, happy to see it appeared female. The girl, wearing a nice dress, had hear nose buried in her cell phone as she walked nearer. I moved under a streetlight so as not to startle her and she looked up to see me standing there in front of her.
I said hi and tried to look as non-threatening is possible, and she just smiled and greeted me back. Her name was Irish and she had a nice sturdy looking figure on her. Her cell rang a moment later, but she didn’t answer. She said it was her friend and that’s who she was going to see, but who knows. We made some small chat, and I threw her some compliments and asked if she’d hang out with me for a short while instead of going to see her friend. This sexy 23 yr old agreed and even mentioned she was a “malibog” or horny girl and liked foreigners. So we hopped a trike and were off to my hotel.
After a little fooling around in the side-car with the night-vision cam, we were behind closed doors and I could finally see her under the light. Not a bad looking Pinay at all, with a very healthy looking build. Not a spinner, but not by any means fat or chubby. Just very solid and sexy. Let there be no misconceptions; Irish was keen to the game here and knew what was going to transpire. After all, she had a friend to go meet up with still, didn’t she. So some more breast fondling and then it was: Dick, meet Irish’s mouth. Hello Irish’s mouth, nice to “meat” you!
A very confident and resolute blow job ensued, not one of these “kiss & lick” girls. Irish knew how to suck some dick for sure. Since time was of the essence, I then just turned her around, lifted up that pretty dress of hers and stuffed my prick into that easy pussy from behind. The rush of adrenalin I feel upon that first thrash of my cock into a brand new vagina is unlike anything else I’ve felt. Who needs drugs? New pussy is my drug and I’m a full-fledged addict with no hope of recovery.
Irish enjoyed this sordid quickie too it sounded like; moaning like a bitch in heat as I slammed her from the rear. I find these chance, short-time encounters to be more “sexual” and exciting than most of the “dating” hook-ups I consummate. There’s just something more primal and “dirty” about these that make them more fun. I think the girls would agree too, especially Irish here. They can “act the slut” without worrying about judgment as they might from their boyfriend of husband. And that’s exactly what Irish did for me on this occasion.
The best part though—oh how great it was—which is inferred by this episode’s title, came at the end. After a myriad of pekpek-stabbing positions, I once again was behind Irish giving it to her doggy, when the tides of passion could be held back no longer and I injected her scandalous skunt with my man-schpackle. Of course, that itself is not that unusual anymore, but what happened next as she turned around to sit down was.
There is just something infinitely hilarious about involuntary sounds omitted from the body. And of those sounds—–burps, farts, and stomach noises—-there is one that sits head and shoulders above the rest for its context and elusiveness factors. It’s like the Clouded leopard of bodily noises; rare to witness, even rarer to catch on film in its natural habitat. Lucky for us, the natural habitat for Irish’s emphatic pussy queefing was in front of my Canon’s lens on a grimy bedspread in a third world short-time hotel.
What do ya think? Should I donate it to Nat Geo for biological research? Nah, much better to keep it here for the best Filipina fans on the web!