1. The Sailors Tale.


    Date: 9/18/2017, Categories: Fetish, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: Smoothbore, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It was a hotel, bar, whorehouse, and quite a shock to my sensabilities. We had a fairly good meal, and drank ALOT of beer, and danced and necked with the girls. It seems that they had me pegged as a virgin, and were making bets about who would get me. Around 1030, or 11, Oke payed the bar fines, and I went upstairs with the youngest one. I guess that she was 25 or so. Again fairly pretty. Slender with long black hair and dark eyes. She asked if I wanted to smoke a joint, and said that she would be back in a bit. And LOCKED ME IN. OHHHHHH SHIT! I was just about in a panic, locked in a whorehouse I DONY KNOW WHERE! She came back in a few mins later and we burned one, then she left again. About half an hour later she came back, and started to kiss me. She started to blow me to get me ready... It was my first BJ ever! I wasn't a virgin, but might as well have been one, as what went on that night was an experience I will never forget. We fucked, and fucked, and changed positions and fucked. Rested and then fucked some more. I finally was just wore out, and sl**ping, kind of. There was a fucking peacock screeching every half hour. Then Oke started beating on the wall, shouting to get dressed. We went down stairs and had a bad breakfast, and nasty cup of coffee, caught a jeepney back to the shit river bridge. That was my first REAL liberty. We were there several weeks, doing operations off the coast and a couple of port visits to other islands. I got liberty about 4 nights a week. I ...
    turned into a wild man and was burning a short fuse. My buddy Chris was a cook, and had married a Filipina. He took me to his wife's f****y home in town. I met some really nice folks, who generally liked me and tried to keep me from going hog wild. And they introduced me to the f****y virgin. Her name was L***, and she was beautiful. Tall and pretty, and 17. She didn't speak a lick of English, and I only spoke whorehouse Tagolog. The had us sit together and blush at one another, while the old ladies giggled. The little k**s would go out and buy me food, and ripped me off for the change. Her uncle though... He was a Master Sergeant in the PI Marines, and he let me know that if I did ANYTHING other than hold her hand, fish heads and rice would be the best thing I ever got again in what remained of my very young life. And I belived him! Besides, there was M***, at the Little Brown Jug. So I spent my afternoons with L***, and my nights with M***. M*** it turns out was 30, and vastly experienced. But she wasn't wild. She was the calming hand, who would cut me off of the booze and got me to buy her out, then take me home and make love. I still think of her sometimes. Yeah, I think that I loved her too. But I was still wild, and on my last payday, I went to a place in the off limits section. It was a three story building that was a bar on the first level, whorehouse on the second and opium den ( for lack of a better word) on top. It was the evilest place that I have ever been in my ...
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