Confessions of a lurker Part 2
Two weeks after the unsuccessful start to my career as a hobbyist I got up the nerve to give it a second try. This time I took Vitamin C(ialis) before starting. A buddy at work suggested that I stay away from from Arab and CIS girls until I built up my confidence. Otherwise he warned I would continue parting with my money in less than five minutes with no satisfaction.
I began my exploits at the Safari Hotel. A room cost 15 BHD. I went to the room and contemplated my next moves. Before I could fantasize a plan four Thai girls came to the room. I picked the cute tiny one. It was then that I realized why Westerners love Asians. Their love boxes are so tiny they make a little vienna sausage like mine look like a humongous kielbasa. Couple that with the drug induced rock hard on and I was a porn star. The damage was 15 BHD for the girl. I started by banging her while standing up. She kept begging me to put her down but it was like I was in a trance and I didn't put her down for fifteen minutes into it. Half and hour latter I grunted and filled my condom. She got up out of the pool of sweat and showered. I left went for a burger and decided to take tiny Thai girls's roommate. The roommate was kind of hefty but I picked her because I knew the tiny girl had told her what a baddass I was! This would mean that she probably aroused and curious. We started with doggie. I reached around and stuck my finger in the pie and sure enough she was wet as a day in Seattle. It was long before she came. I kept this up for about 30 minutes and came. I called the desk and asked them to change the sheets. Once new sheets were on, I lay on the bed and started drift off to sleep. I heard a knock, I got up and found a tall non Asian looking Thai at the door. She was obviously the premium girl because she asked for 20 BHD. Too tired for anything athletic I lay beside her and entered her from the back. We spooned until I came. I woke up the next day and finished two more Thais in a similar fashion.
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Confessions of a lurker Part 3
I repeated my sessions at the Safari Hotel twice a month for a couple of months. The girls looks were not good enough to cause me to remember their names. After I had finished off all the girls that could get a rise out of me I decided I was done with the lasses of the Safari Hotel. I learned that a number of the girls get nose jobs, it is a welcome improvement on their asiatic faces. I learned that the families of some of the girls feel that are obliged to take care of them by what ever means including prostitution.
I went back to Marina Tower and finally got a chance with the Syrian girl. Finally a girl with tits and ass. She was more beautiful naked than she was clothed and she was drop dead gorgeous clothed. She straddled me and rode me like the pro she was. She peppered our heavy breathing with fake moaning that is usually a turnoff for me but from her it was the sexiest thing I have heard. It was an honor to poke my tool inside of her. I can't remember when I was so glad to be with a girl. All in all an extremely pleasureable experience. Her only drawback was the 80 BHD she was charging me. I couldn't and can't make her a regular. So I try to pin her down only every once and a while.
Dispatches from the front
Had a couple of free nights last week, so I first of all decided to visit the massage parlour in the Noor Tower Hotel, which was mentioned about a year ago on here. I hadn't been in over six months, so when I popped in at about 9.30pm I asked the price of an hourlong massage - BD25. A half hour? BD12. Gotta love Third World maths.
Being a Yorkshireman, I opted for the latter, paid the receptionist, and was set to be serviced by a chunky Filipina bird, when I spied four globes of my personal kryptonite: enormous, round African breasts and buttocks, attached to a Ethiopian girl in typical African pose, ie sitting around staring blankly at a rap video on the telly. Despite my previous experiences, little Chris had taken over, so I cut the Filipina loose and insisted on going with her.
The massage began and, to my surprise, it wasn't too bad. Then I flipped over, and the question came - "you want massage here?" "Why not?" I said with a smile, upon which she demanded BD20. Upon my explanation that the going rate was BD10, she paused for thought and said, "This time BD20, after that BD10" (again, loving the Third World logic). Bollocks to that (literally), I told her not to bother, and just to finish off the massage. After a couple of minutes she grumpily relented to the BD10 price, and proceeded to give me the worst HJ I've ever had; I literally went from rock hard after giving those lovely black boobs a good fondle, to painfully shrivelled due to the bizarre machinations being carried out upon my cock, which would have been better suited to a CIA rendition torture chamber than an alleged pleasure parlour.
I stopped her twice and showed her how it should be done, and after the second time she said, "You do it yourself", to which I replied, "And I'll give myself the money then". That got her to buck her ideas up, and she eventually finished me off with a passable HJ while my hands wandered all over aforementioned globes, after which she quickly said "Goodbye" and walked out in huff (after having procured her fee, of course).
I'm really beginning to detest Africans.
The following night, I decided to check out the Royal, and in particular Bo, the Thai with the 10 body. I strolled in about midnight, and was immediately gobsmacked by a drop dead gorgeous Ethiopian waitress smiling and beckoning me into the coffee shop next to reception. She really was a stunner who wouldn't have been out of place on MTV: a lovely face, and her tight outfit showed off her slim body with delightful curves in all the right places. With gritted teeth, I ignored her and checked in (I think the room was about BD15), and was shown upstairs by a friendly roomboy (probably the same one Marad described).
I immediately dispatched him to fetch me the lovely Bo; in the meantime, I received a knock on the door from a tall PRC with a decent body, reasonable breasts, but a face you could break rocks off. Honestly, Ena Sharples had nothing on her, and sadly I'd forgotten my brown paper bag. Not being in a Simon Cowell-esque mood, I dismissed her with a polite "what's your room number? I'll get back to you", and just as she was leaving, the roomboy returned....without Bo. Apparently, she had been taken, and he didn't know when she'd be finished. Grr. He asked if I wanted anyone else, and I told him to send all and sundry down. First on the list were Bo's roommates, average Thai girls who looked knowingly at each other when I told them I was actually waiting for Bo (she clearly gets more business than they do!) Next came some PRCs, who, while marginally fairer of face than Shanghai's answer to Nora Batty who had preceded them, were short, flat, and generally unworthy of my money and my thrusts.
Finally, the roomboy brought down an Uzbek, the mention of whom had got my ears pricked up and more; however, she was short, shapeless and cynical. I have pretty high standards and don't get anything at all out of humping some ugly piece of meat with a bad attitude, so I sent them all away and settled down with my latest Rebus book. About an hour later, I sent for the roomboy again, and told him to bring me either Bo or the Filipina in the hotel; he returned empty-handed as both were still in flagrante. Figuring it just wasn't my night, I decided to cut short the frustrations, and knocked one off the wrist while thinking of the Ethiopian waitress downstairs and Serena Williams's arse; read another chapter (at least the book was a cracker); then checked out and buggered off home. Must be getting old.
BTW for directions to the Noor Tower, turn off Exhibition Avenue so that you drive past McDonalds on your right, then take the next right turn. Follow that road all the way along, past Warbler on your right, till you reach a T-junction. Turn left, then the first right, then the first right again, and Noor Tower is on the right hand side.
Confessions of a lurker Part 4
I started hanging out on weekends at F1. They have a great band there. I love their eclectic mix of sound. F1 is a Asian fetishist dream. Near the entrance of the bar are the Filipinos who tend to be mostly ordinary girls who who work in the retail sector. Sprinkled among them are a few "bizness women" but I have yet to be lucky enough to pick a P4P Filipino out of this group. The Filipinos command of English is relatively masterful. The Filipinos tend to be cute, they dress with style. In the middle of the bar are the Thais. The sound of Thai girls speaking English is that of a cat trying to bark like a dog. The Thais make up the bulk of the crowd. At the far end of the bar are the Chinese. The Chinese look like hookers. If you ever seen with one of these girls people know that the girl is turned on by your wallet. Their English is almost unintelligible.
Out of the Chinese crowd I hooked up with a stunner. She looked like one of those Japanese cartoon girls (Sailor Moon) with luscious cantaloupe like tits. I took her back to my place for long time. I forked over 100 BD to Sailor Moon and she put it away. Sailor Moon was unlike the other F1 Chinese girls. She speaks understandable English very well. She dresses like she could be a college student. In fact at 23 she should be. Her hair was cut short. Her face is flat and circular, She had two thin slanted slits that revealed two black beads that function as her eyeballs. Her skin was alabaster white. The nose is very tiny. The tits were so perky I had to examine them closely to see if they were fake. She had not inch of body fat.
She started me off with a mind blowing CBJ. I erupted like a volcano. She pulled off the condom cleaned me up. I fell asleep. About an hour later, I woke up to her giving me another CBJ. I was rockhard and ready for action. I put her on all fours and did her like a champ doggystyle. I pumped for an eternity and sputtered and fell back on the bed. She woke me up about two hours latter again. She got me started with one of those fantastic blow jobs. I got on top of her and started banging away. My balls were soaked from a combination of her spit and joy juice. I came but very little cum leaked out. I think she drained me. I fell asleep as she started talking at length about herself, life, Bahrain and her return to Hong Kong.
I woke up in the morning and she tackled me again. Exhausted I let her know that I had enough. I soon found that my perfect an angel had the flaw of being brutally honest. I asked her how many times had she cum during our nightlong marathon. She laughed at the question and told me " You can't make me cum, You aren't my boyfriend". She latter admitted that one customer, young guy from the US Navy got her to cum as soon as he put it inside her. She said maybe it was the fact he was young that turned her on or maybe it was because she had never been with a Black guy. Being neither young or Black this was a terrible blow to my ego. Her other flaw is that she chatters incessantly and is extremely judgmental and moralistic. In spite of her drawbacks I have made her my goto girl for sex.
