From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Little Brown Fucking Machines (MFF, prostitute)
Date: 19 Oct 1996 01:17:57 GMT

		    Little Brown Fucking Machines
				  by
			   Mick The Dragon

	It was definitely time to take leave. I was about to strangle
my boss (justifiable homicide maybe?), shoot my landlord and jump off
a bridge. In other words: I was getting more than a little stressed
out.

	At the time I was living on Guam, which sounds exotic but is a
lot like Nebraska with great weather. This is not all that bad but an
island thirty some miles long gets tiresome if you don't spend money
like a Japanese tourist. I was due some vacation time and just had to
decide where to spend it. The practical choices were: Japan which is
very expensive and the Japanese really don't like anyone but Japanese;
Okinawa, almost as expensive and culturally equivalent to warm New
Jersey; Korea, with out a doubt a bachelors paradise, but it was
January, making it too Damn cold. The last alternative was the
Philippines, which I had never visited but were legendary for vice.

	So I drug my bedraggled and haggard ass to the plane to spend
twenty-one days in the Philippine Islands (known as The P.I.). Don't
let my bitching about the cost of the other places give you the wrong
idea. I get a sweet little trust fund for as long as I stay in the
military, or if I retire. Just so long as I stay out of my home town
that is. (Grandpa doesn't approve of my attitude.) I just don't like
spending money if I can avoid it.

	Manila is just bit too big and, a glance at the English
language newspapers showed, a little too mean. Rambo would get mugged
if he showed the price of a decent meal. I thought I'd bop down to the
nearest town with a sizable community of westerners. It also had a
very impressive reputation for vice. Angeles City, despite its name,
is a sister city to Sodom and Gomorah. This was while that shithead
Marcos was still running the country. There was not even a pretense of
morality, especially in a G.I. town like Angeles City. I checked into
the Oasis Motel, recommended to me by an Australian on the bus from
Manila. It didn't really look like the kind of place I was looking
for, too respectable. My doubts vanished when the bellhop asked if I
wanted a, "LADY, now?" I told him no thanks but that I'd get back to
him if I needed any help in that area.

	The room was agreeable, cool, and the pool was right outside
the door. I tipped the bellboy well, it helps to create the proper
image if you may need a favor later. A shower and the hunt was on.

	I didn't have to go far for the fun to start. Leaving the
Hotel, I headed to where I could catch a taxi. I noticed that the place
had its own massage parlor. I thought that would be a good way to
loosen up after a long day of journeying and would set the mood for
the night. Boy! was I right about it setting the mood!

	Walking into the dimly lit establishment, I found a small
foyer with a counter like a small motels. On the wall was a menu of
prices and options.

		Single 7$
		Single Roman 10$
		Double 12$
		Double Roman 15$... oc off

	All currencies in dollars for simplicity

	Thinking, "What the Hell!" I asked for the Double Roman. The
Woman at the desk smiled (pretty woman, bad teeth) and politely took
my money. She then asked me to select two women from a large photo
album. This was not a family album! Although none of the ladies were
nude, they were trying very hard to be tempting, and most were
successful. I decided to go for contrast, picking the two ladies most
unalike in the album. One was a slight young thing with tits like
nippled tangerines pushing out her t-shirt. The other looked to be
about thirty. She was slightly plump but had a full chest filling her
bikini to almost the bursting point.

	A young local kid of indeterminate age fifteen to twenty-five,
it,s hard to tell sometimes, led me to a room, the place decorated in
third world modern, good furniture, creaking air conditioner and a
party size jacuzzi with corroded pipes. He held out his hand for a tip
and I did the usual American bit and over tipped. Telling me to wait
a couple of minutes for the ladies, he left.

	The couple of minutes turned into five, then ten, As I was
starting to get irritated the girls arrived. Rather the girl and the
woman arrived.

	The one I had thought to be thirty looked closer to forty in
person if you knew how to tell an oriental's age. I didn't mind as she
was full-bodied, not plump. Her tits were magnificent, not sagging an
ence, and having to be at least thirty-eight C-cup. Her body, firm and
rounded, wasn't starting to sag yet. Excluding the signs on her head
and hands she could have been twenty-five. She was wearing a halter
and a pair of vintage hot pants that showed off a pinchable rounded
ass and delectable if slightly full thighs. Her belly showed just a
trace of "rice bowl" curvature.

	Her compatriot, who had looked sixteen in the photo, could not
have been over fourteen. She had the body of one of those tiny
gymnasts. Wearing a red man's t-shirt that came down to the middle of
a pair of slender brown thighs, she was a dirty old man's dream come
true. The older of the two flashed me a warm smile and introduced
herself as Melda and said her friends name was Susie. She then asked
me to, "Please take off clothes now we give bath." I hastily
acquiesced. After my clothes were off, their clothes followed. They
led me to the shower.

	It was just a showerhead sticking out of the wall in the
corner of the tile finished room. The water was luke warm but after
the heat of the tropical day, it felt good. After wetting me down from
head to foot they led me from the shower. I didn't know what exactly
was next but was willing to go with the flow.

	After settling me belly down on the padded, vinyl covered
massage table in the center of the room, they then covered themselves
in lather from upper thigh to collar bone. I caught the idea fast:
human loofahs. This was a delightful show. When their tawny bodies were
clothed in suds, Susie climbed on my back and started to wriggle. She
felt like a silky eel on my back, her nipples like warm cherries. As
she moved to the piped-in rock music I felt the slight caress of her
sparse pubic hair working over my ass and back. I was so horny I
almost flipped over and took her then.

	While Susie was "washing" my back Melda was doing my legs,
rubbing her luscious tits up and down the backs. I was about to cum
and told them so. "No problem. you got hour," Susie piped, the first
words she'd said since entering the room. The drift of this was that it
wasn't cum and go, but cum and cum again. If I was up for it. Boy was
I ever up for it! The girls then rolled me over, my dick reaching up
like a seven and half inch flagpole.

	I was so horny I came with Melda's slight, teasing touch on my
balls. The girls tittered and said, "Massage more often. Then you not
be so nervous." Melda then climbed on, straddling my waist, lying on my
upper body her tits soaping my flushed face, her ass cheeks brushing my
cock. Susie meanwhile was rubbing my feet and calves with her ooh so
lithe body.

	Just as I was regaining my hard-on they stopped. "Please, up,"
Melda said, climbing off my soapy torso and taking my hand. "Shower
now, then bath." As is usual in The third world the shower had little
pressure, basically just above a trickle. It was enough to cleanse the
soap off, but not to give any real cleansing sensation, especially
with the water at body temperature. I was having plenty of other
sensations though, as Susie and Melda climbed under the shower with me.
They worked diligently, rinsing the soap off all of us and using their
skin as squeegees on mine. A few indecent minutes of grab and giggle,
then Susie turned the shower off. We walked over toward the jacuzzi
again. One of my hands over Melda's shoulder, down to her soft full
breast. The other hand on Susie`s taut dainty butt.

	Then the expected kicker hit, "Give tip maybe, Please." The
request from Melda was polite and delivered with a demure smile and
with a certain charm. Just a gentle reminder of how they made their
living. I got my wallet and handed Melda a fresh twenty and a ten. "Is
this about right?" I asked, or stated in the form of a question. The
money vanished and the lady's smiles told me, I could have got away
with paying much less. What the fuck, a good massage would be worth it.

	Financial matters settled, we all climbed into the jacuzzi.
Susie turned on the jets. Susie asked me how long I would be at the
hotel and I told her about a couple of weeks.

	Knowing that I'd be around a while made them more interested
and the fact that I was on vacation even more so. Most of the hotel's
guests had business on Clark Air Base. They usually didn't have too
much time for "fun" during the day. Usually they just wanted a hasty
short-time. For more serious action, over the weekends and such, I
found out later, most folks hit the clubs.

	As we made small talk the girls just kind of petted me. Susie
asked if I wanted something to drink and I said that a beer would be
good and to get whatever they wanted. Susie stuck her head out the
door and shouted, in rapid Tagalog, down the hall for a bellboy. The
kid who had let me into the room showed up in a couple of minutes with
two San Miguel beers and a coke. I paid, tipped him and he was gone,
never appearing uncomfortable in a room with three naked people. To my
surprise the other beer was for Susie and the coke was for Melda.
Melda it turns out was watching her weight. I was watching, and
fondling, her hefty tits.

	The beer loosened Susie up. After two thirds of a bottle she
was the more aggressive of the two, not the shyer. She started rubbing
her little tits against my belly and caressing my ass with her hands.
At the same time Melda was rubbing my neck and temples with very good
hands, melting all the stiffness out of my body. All the stiffness,
except of that of my cock that is.

	The ladies and I had decidedly built up a full head of steam.
They were enjoying the play as much as I. I had one hand on Melda's
cunt, feeling her up. The way she was breathing and the jut of her
knobby brown nipples showed she was enjoying it. My other hand was on
her tight handful of butt as she ground her not quite hairless cunt
against my thigh. Deciding that enough teasing was enough, I pulled
Melda around till she was straddling me. She Knew what I wanted. She,
and Susie, were surprised at my choice of pussy. Reaching under the
water, she fit my distended prick into her cunt. Just as the apex made
its approach to her heaven, she slid abruptly down with a splash.

	I started pumping slowly, even thought she was twenty pounds
heavier than her partner. Filipinos tend towards the diminutive and I
go 6'4", 210 lb. and have seven and a half inches that were thicker
than her wrist. She though was not worried with my size. She loved it!
Her rapidly rolling hips splashing considerable water onto the floor.
Half hanging onto my shoulders and half floating she was doing all the
work. I needed my hands for other purposes. Motioning Susie towards
me, I consoled her with my hands. She had been randier than Melda and
her face was showing her frustration at my choice. I caressed her
girlish pink-brown nipples with gentle fingertips then trailed my hand
down her belly to her pussy. As my fingers touched her clit she
shuddered with the sensation. I worked in a finger while massaging her
love button with my palm. Then another finger went in. She was
bouncing up and down on my hand as if it was a pogo stick, kissing my
face and ears. Her fingernails were slightly painful as she clutched
my arm to her.

	Melda was having a good time too. I pumped steadily in and out
of her surprisingly tight cunt I was nibbling in the tips of her
nipples. I felt the pressure building and did not want to make a mess
in the jacuzzi. Lifting Melda up without breaking contact I carried
her the few feet to the massage table and laid her down. Her legs
hanging over and open wide, I started really pumping hard. She was
softly mumbling in Tagalog by this time having cum on the stroll over.

	Susie was busy too, she pressed hers body against my back and
fingered herself off.

	I came hard, all movement becoming uncoordinated. Susie
brought herself off in a series of little yips. and seconds after my
cum poured out Melda came for the second time. I pulled out and laid
down next to her, feeling like I'd run a marathon.

	Giving the girls another $25, I got myself a massage after my
"massage". As I was leaving the ladies said, "Anytime need massage ask
for us." Giving a noncommittal yes, I headed back to my room.

	I needed a nap!