Filipinas: Bing


Author’s notes.

My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).

These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.

Nobody in this story was underage.

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Hi. I’m Pete. Since I was living in Angeles City, I was meeting new girls all the time. For one thing, I would keep my eyes open when I was walking along Fields Avenue. It was surprising how often I would see a girl walking or standing along the street with a suitcase in her hand a confused look on her face. This almost always meant that she had been lured to AC by the offer of a job that turned out to be something she hadn’t expected. These girls had few resources, even fewer options and usually no ideas. Helping them could be a quick key to their hearts (and often was for me).

When I saw Bing standing outside of a bar staring at a piece of paper, I knew that she was one of the “lost girls” of AC. I came up next to her and asked if there was any way that I could help. Her first reaction was, “I don’t see how.”

I asked, “Have you eaten today? That might be a good place to start.”

“No,” she replied, “But I don’t have any money.”

“I didn’t ask if you had money.” I said. “I only asked if you were hungry. I am inviting you to have dinner with me.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked.

“Because you look hungry and confused,” I replied. “I just wanted to help you.”

She bowed her head, “Thank you. I am hungry.”

“What is your name? I asked.

“My name is Bing,” she replied.

I took her bag, and we walked to a café that served sandwiches. “Where are you from?” I asked.

I am from Mindanao,” she answered. “It is a long way from here, and I have no way to get home.”

“Why would you go home?” I questioned.

“I came here because I was promised a job, but they tricked me and wanted me to work as a prostitute,” she replied. “I am not a prostitute. I am a good girl.

“I can see that,” I said. The waitress came over, and I ordered soups and sandwiches for both of us. I asked if Bing had any dietary restrictions before I ordered because of where she was from. There are a lot of Muslims on Mindanao.

Bing understood what I was asking and said, “I am Catholic, not Muslim. I can eat whatever you buy for me. I’m not picky, especially now.”

I decided to order Bing two soups and sandwiches even though I only ordered one set for myself. She looked hungry enough to eat them. It was a good choice because she practically vacuumed her plates and bowls clean.

We talked during and after dinner. As I had assumed, Bing had no resources, no plan and no hope. I offered to let her stay with me until she found someplace to work. Of course, she had all kinds of questions.

“Where would I sleep?” she asked.

“On my bed,” I replied.

“Where would you sleep?” she asked.

“On the same bed. It is a big bed,” I answered.

“Does anybody else live with you? She asked.

“No,” I said. “I live alone.”

“Why don’t you have a wife or girlfriend living with you?”

“I haven’t found the right girl yet,” I replied. She finally decided that she didn’t have any other options other than sleeping on the street, so she accepted my offer to let her stay with me.

She asked, “Will you expect anything in return for letting me stay with you?”

“I won’t do anything that you tell me not to do,” I said. “I don’t expect anything in return.” That seemed to satisfy her. I paid the bill and we walked to my apartment. I had recently changed apartments because of a nasty breakup with another girl, but my new apartment was still clean and tidy. Bing was impressed.

I had her sit on the bed while I mixed drinks at the kitchen counter. She commented that the bed really was big. “My whole family slept in an area this size, and I have seven sisters.” She liked the orange juice mixed drink that I brought her. We talked more, and I kept her glass full. She seemed to be really thirsty.

The Everclear in her drinks was starting to relax her, and she lay her head back on the pillow. We continued to talk, and the conversation started to get more personal. She had already asked why I wasn’t married, so I turned the same question on her. She replied, “My father wanted me to marry a local man who was asking him about me, but I didn’t like him. He was missing half of his teeth and he was ugly. I couldn’t see a life with him.”

She continued, “When I saw the job offer in Angeles City posted at my barangay hall, I decided to take a chance. I barely had enough money to get here, but then I didn’t have any money for food. I haven’t eaten for three days and barely had anything to drink.” I topped off her şişli escort glass one more time, and she downed it quickly.

By now, Bing was getting a bit sleepy. She hadn’t had enough to be drunk, but I didn’t want her to pass out with exhaustion from her travels, and I took a chance and leaned in to kiss her. “What was that for?” she asked.

“I saw a beautiful girl on my bed, and I wanted to kiss her. Is that alright?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “It was kind of nice.”

“May I kiss you some more?” I asked.

She softly replied, “Yes.” I leaned in to kiss her again. This time, I lengthened the kiss and used my tongue to explore her lips and mouth. She liked it. “More, please,” she whispered.

I complied, and went in for a third, more passionate kiss. This time, my hands were wandering around her body as our tongues danced. She tried to block my hands at first, but soon gave up and allowed my hands to cover her breasts. Between kisses, she said, “I have small boobs. You probably won’t like them.”

“On the contrary,” I replied. “I think your breasts are perfect.” With that, my hand slid up under her top and her bra, and landed directly on her nipple. “Nice,” I said.

“Oh,” she whispered. “I’m not sure we should be doing this, but it feels good. Maybe just a little.”

I slowly pushed her top and bra up to expose her breasts, and then I started suckling her nipples. I got quite a reaction, and she was thrashing around on the bed under me. At no time, though, did she ever try to push me away from her nipples. I eventually had her bra and top up around her neck, which was binding her, and she slipped them over her head and off. She was now naked from the waist up.

Bing was now using her hands to guide my suckling, switching my mouth from side to side and back again. She especially liked when I sucked her nipples in with a lot of suction. Bing held my head close to her breast.

She was so preoccupied with my suckling that she never even noticed her skirt and panties sliding down her legs and off her feet.

I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, and then pushed my pants and boxers down and off as well. I was now laying between her open legs with nothing between us. Because she obviously didn’t want my lips to leave her breasts, I started to slide my cock around in the natural lubrication her pussy was producing.

When I felt the tip of my cock settle into her vaginal entrance, I quickly thrust it up and into her vagina. Her hymen gave up without a fight, and with the exception of a gasp, she gave no vocal indication that anything had changed. She was still moving my head from side to side on her breasts as I let my cock start to slide in and out of her vagina.

I was getting deeper into her pussy with every thrust, and her hips were starting to rock up to meet each thrust. The result was that my cock was soon pressing repeatedly against her cervix. I increased the tempo and the strength of my thrusts, and it became obvious to her that she was actually being fucked for the first time.

Still, she said nothing, and she continued to meet my thrusts with her own. She had released my head by this time, and her hands were behind my back at my waist, pulling me deeper into her vagina.

“God, you feel so good inside,” I said, to which I received a simple moan in reply. She was obviously enjoying the action, and I wanted to supply as much pleasure to her as possible. I placed my finger on her clit as my cock continued to pound up into her cervix. This quickly took her over the edge, and her body started thrashing around as her orgasm hit.

Her pussy was milking my cock, and I felt my seed start to flow up from my balls. I pressed the head of my cock into her cervix, and sent blast after blast of hot sperm into her womb. Our orgasms seemed to last forever, but finally we both collapsed into a heap.

When Bing started to recover, she said, “I didn’t say that you could do that.”

“Maybe you weren’t listening earlier,” I replied. “I said that I wouldn’t do anything you told me NOT to do. You never said that I couldn’t fuck you, and you certainly enjoyed it. You can’t deny that.”

“No, I can’t deny that,” she said. “I just thought that you would ask first.”

I laughed, “With the way you were wanting me to suckle your breasts, I wasn’t able to say anything at all. When my cock settled into your pussy, I just pushed it in. It seemed like a completely natural next step.”

“The question is, what do we do now?” she said. “I am fertile and you shot your sperm up into me. I could feel it going all the way up inside of me. What will happen if I have a baby?”

“If you get pregnant,” I replied, “Then we will deal with it. I won’t abandon you.”

“I believe you, Pete,” she said simply. Then she rolled over on me and gave me a kiss. Her brain had switched over to love, and that meant that she would do whatever was necessary to please her man. It was the Filipina way, and she was a typical Filipina in that respect.

We fell asleep with her on top of me. I woke in the middle of the night to the feeling of her pussy slowly sliding over my cock. My cock was completely soaked by her lubrication, so I reached down to change the angle of my cock and let it enter her vagina. I didn’t know it at the time, but this all happened while Bing was asleep on top of me. She never woke, even when I came deep inside her again, shooting another load of sperm deep into her womb. I fell asleep with my cock still buried to the hilt in her pussy.

When Bing woke in the morning, my cock was no longer inside of her pussy, and she was laying to my side. She thought about the previous evening and decided that God must have willed her to find me. She believed that everything happened because God willed it. She snuggled up close to me and started kissing my nipple. That is a strange way to wake up.

I rolled to face her, and seeing that she was awake, I embraced her with a passionate kiss, which she happily returned. I asked her what she was thinking, and she replied, “I was thinking that maybe God led me to you.”

“Maybe,” I replied. “What did you think about making love last night?”

“I was scared at first,” she said. “I thought that the first time always hurt really bad, but it didn’t hurt much at all with you, even though your cock is so big. That was when I first thought that God must have had a hand in you finding me and helping me. Therefore, he also directed that we make love. And, yes, before you ask, I love you.”

“I will always thank God for that then,” I replied. “What did you think of the second time we made love during the night?”

Bing looked confused and replied, “What second time? I only remember making love once.”

I told her that she was laying on top of me during the night, and that she had made love to me, “It was slower than the first time, but it still felt wonderful to have my cock shooting my seed deep inside of you.”

“So, you shot your sperm into me twice last night?” she asked. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Hey, I had no idea that you were asleep when we were making love,” I stated. You were the one who started it, so it was natural to assume that you knew what you were doing.”

“I guess that makes sense,” she replied. “So, what are we going to do today?” She had already noticed my erection.

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. Then I asked, “What would you like to do?”

Bing smiled and said, “Whatever you want is fine with me. It looks like your thing needs attention.”

“What do you know about giving attention to a man’s cock?” I asked.

“Nothing, really,” she whispered. “I watched my father making love to my mother a few times, but it seemed that he just pushed his thing or cock into her and pumped his sperm into her after a minute or so. It didn’t seem like they got much out of it.”

“Hmmm,” I replied. “Maybe I should show you how a good man takes care of a woman first, and then we can work on how a good woman takes care of a man afterwards.”

“OK,” she said.

I started by kissing her, letting our tongues dance in our mouths. When I had her warming up, I shifted my kisses to her earlobes and neck. She liked that immediately and likewise shifted her earlobes and neck toward my mouth. Then, I let my kisses trail down over her upper chest to her breasts, first just sucking lightly at the tender flesh around the edges, and then increasing the suction as I gradually worked my way to her nipples at the centers of her breasts. I probably left a few hickeys along the way.

After reaching her nipples, I sucked each, in turn, into my mouth, switching back and forth to ensure equal time for each nipple. Her hands came up to press me into her breasts, so I continued my journey down her body. I kissed and licked across her belly button and over the small patch of smooth black pubic hair to her pussy lips. I licked through the creases of her pussy, pulling her natural lubrication up from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris, Then, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, exposing it to my tongue and lips, and uncovering it from its hood.

If Bing had thought to stop me, the words never came to her lips. Instead, moans and squeals of pleasure were the only sounds I heard coming from her. My finger went to work on her G-spot as my mouth sucked on her clit, and it was only a few minutes before she was in the midst of a huge orgasm.

“Oh, my God,” she cried out. “This is amazing.”

Once her orgasm was fully established, I pulled my body up over her and slid my cock deep into her pussy. Her vaginal muscles were massaging my cock even as I pressed it into her depths. I usually last a long time inside of a woman (ten minutes or more), but the pleasure her pussy was giving me from the start sent me rocketing over the top.

Spurt after spurt of my seed were being shot up through her cervix and into her womb before I even realized what was happening. Luckily, my cock did what it always did, and pressed tightly into her cervix to ensure my seed went where it was supposed to.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “You can do that anytime you want to. From this moment forward, I am yours. My body and my soul now belong to you. You have pierced both.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said. “We can do more later, but right now I’m hungry.”

“Do you have food here in the apartment?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “There is food in the cupboards and in the refrigerator. Just look and you will find it.”

“OK,” she said, and off to the kitchen she scampered. I stayed in bed watching online videos until she returned carrying a tray full of breakfast food.

“I exclaimed, “Wow! There is so much food, and it looks and smells wonderful.

I could see the pride in her eyes because of my compliment. “Thank you. I do my best.”

“Well,” I said. “I haven’t even tasted it yet, but I think ‘your best’ could get you a job as a cook in any restaurant in the area. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Of course, I will take care of you,” she replied. “You are my man.”

“For now,” I replied, “I am just a man who is giving you a place to stay and helping you to find a job. We will see later if anything comes from it.”

Bing put on her ‘sad’ face. “OK, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t do everything I can to make you my man.”

“Fair enough,” I replied. “If doing everything you can includes creating great meals like this, then finding you a job will be easy.”

She smiled. “Do you really like it, Pete?”

I was eating by now, and the food was delicious. “I love it,” I said. “Take the other silverware and help me with this. I could never eat it all by myself.”

Bing turned into a human vacuum cleaner and started hoovering up the food on the tray. She was obviously still hungry from her ordeal, but she was waiting until my needs were met before indulging her own needs. Definitely girlfriend material in that way, but I would have to see all sides of her personality before making any commitments. I had already been down that road before and had no intention of repeating my mistakes.

After we had consumed breakfast, Bing took the tray to the kitchen, and I could hear her singing to herself as she washed and put away the dishes and cookware. I stayed in the bed watching online videos until she returned.

Bing took off the robe she had been wearing during breakfast, and snuggled in beside me. She didn’t say anything, but rather just started exploring my cock and balls with her fingers. I told her, “Maybe we should get a shower before we go any further.”

“OK,” she said, as she hopped up from the bed running to the bathroom. I was right behind her, and she waited until after I adjusted the water temperature in the shower before getting in. Then, she came right next to me, covering her body in water, and rubbing it against me at the same time.

I suggested that she use the soap to get acquainted with my body, and then I could do the same for her. She blushed, but she took the soap and started washing me all over. I told her, “Pay special attention to my cock and balls. They need to be clean because you will be sucking them.” I don’t think that she understood that pleasing a man involved sucking his cock until just then, but she focused on my cock, getting to know every bit of it before rinsing me off.

Now it was my turn to wash her, and I paid a lot of attention to her breasts and pussy. Of course, I washed her thoroughly all over her body, but I had a lot of fun with her breasts and pussy. By the time she was rinsed off, her pussy was weeping natural lubrication. I swung her around to face the wall, placed her hands against the wall as I leaned her upper body into it, and entered her pussy from behind.

She gasped, “Is this part of pleasing a man?” as my cock pressed against her cervix deep inside of her pussy.

“This is the most important part of pleasing a man,” I replied. “You will please your man most by paying close attention to his spoken and unspoken desires and fulfilling those desires without any resistance or objection.”

“OK,” she replied. With that, she pushed her bottom toward me, pressing my cock even deeper into her pussy. This was followed by thrust after withdrawal after thrust after withdrawal for the next ten minutes or so, resulting in both of us experiencing the height of pleasure.

When we both started to orgasm, it felt like our bodies had melted into each other, and there was no boundary or separation between us. I could feel my sperm rising in my balls and being pumped in long ropes through her cervix and into her womb. I could feel her vaginal muscles milking my cock as it shot its load deep inside of her. This was paradise on Earth. If heaven didn’t feel like this, then how could it be heaven?

It took a few minutes for us to recover, but when we started coming around, Bing immediately started soaping up both my cock and her pussy again. She hadn’t forgotten that I wanted a clean playing field. We rinsed and dried before returning to the bed. Once there, though, we both collapsed and fell asleep. It was at least an hour later when we woke again.