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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. I was now living in Angeles City full-time, and the possibilities for meeting new girls seemed to be endless. The main thing to remember was that you had to always be aware of your surroundings and look for the available opportunities. Those opportunities didn’t always come in familiar scenarios. Beth was one such girl who didn’t fit any stereotype of a girl that I would be interested in, but was a lot of fun nevertheless.
I usually preferred my girls on the small size, in height, in weight and in build. Beth was none of those. She stood about five-foot-six (which is taller than most Filipinos), weighed maybe 180 pounds or more and had huge breasts. She was, at 27, also older than me. Like I said, Beth wasn’t the usual Filipina that I would pursue.
However, Beth caught my attention anyway. I’m not even sure what it was that drew me to her. Maybe it was her glowing smile. Many Filipinas have less than perfect teeth, but Beth looked like she had just stepped out of an orthodontist’s office. Her teeth were perfectly straight and gleaming white. They combined with her lips to form a beautiful smile.
Beth worked at a local store where I often shopped. She had worked there for some time and was a junior floor manager. It seemed like Beth was always happy, so it bothered me when I saw her crying one day. An angry customer had just called her fat and ugly, and she didn’t know how to handle it. She didn’t think she was pretty, but she didn’t see herself as ugly either. And fat? She was heavier than most, but fat? Still, if others thought that way about her, then maybe they had a point.
I just happened to be standing in her area when all of this happened, so I got involved. It hasn’t ever been my way just to let bad things happen. First, I told the female customer who had insulted her that she was a no-class bitch, and she shouldn’t even be allowed to shop in the store anymore. She stormed off in a huff.
I then told the senior manager who came over what I had seen and that I thought the customer owed Beth an apology. The manager wasn’t used to a customer like me getting involved as I did, but he was impressed that I would stand up for Beth. He comforted Beth, and told her that nothing bad would come from this.
Beth wasn’t used to being defended either. She had worked hard to get to the position she held Anadolu Yakası Escort at the store, and it wasn’t because of somebody else helping her. She came over to me and said, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
The simple truth is that under most circumstance in the Philippines, the customer would likely get away with their rude behavior, but with a concocted story, might even get the employee fired. Employees have no real rights in the Philippines. That was why I stepped in when I did. I figured that Beth only had a chance to keep her job if the customer left. So, I ran the offending customer off.
I replied to Beth, “When I see a beautiful woman being insulted unfairly, I can’t just stand by and let it happen.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” She asked.
“Of course,” I replied. You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen, and it is a shame to see it disappear.” I had a thought. “Would you go with me to dinner tonight?”
This caught her off-guard. “I would like that very much,” she replied. “What time and where will we meet?”
“Do you want me to pick you up here at the store, or would you rather get changed for dinner?” I asked.
“Both,” she replied.
I get off at six, so pick me up then, and I will have you take me home so I can change. Would that be OK?”
“That would be perfect,” I replied.
I was back at the store at six to meet her. We caught a trike to her apartment (that she shared with other girls). I stayed with the trike, and she ran up to change. Then, she returned and we were off to a restaurant.
“I should be the one paying for dinner. I owe you,” she said.
“Nonsense,” I replied. “I had been thinking about asking you out even before this incident happened. The thing with the rude customer just gave me an excuse to do so.”
“You wanted to ask me out? Why? I’m not slim like most of the other girls here,” she said.
“Your body is perfect for you.” I said. “Slim is OK, but it can get boring. You have a real woman’s body.”
I guess that was the perfect thing to say because Beth leaned over in the trike and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said.
We got out at an Italian restaurant in my neighborhood. Italian is always good if you want romantic. Think ‘Lady and the Tramp.’ We had a nice dinner. I even bought a bottle of sweet wine to go with dinner. Filipinas like sweet wines. I had one glass of wine, but I kept Beth’s glass filled throughout dinner.
When we were finished with dinner, I asked Beth if she would like to see my apartment. She said, “Yes,” and we walked the short distance to my apartment. Once inside, we took off our shoes to sit on the bed. Even though Beth was a manager at the store, she still didn’t make much money. She shared an apartment smaller than mine with three other girls.
I went to the kitchen counter and fixed drinks. Beth liked the orange Kadıköy Escort juice mixture that I made up for her. I went over and sat on the bed with her to talk. Between dinner and the conversation on my bed, I had learned a lot about Beth. One of the things I learned was that she was very attracted to me. Another was that she never had a boyfriend.
Her dreams were like those of most Filipinas. Even though Beth was a manager, she didn’t have dreams of high positions in business management, but rather dreamed of a quiet home with a faithful husband and a family. However, she had never been given the opportunity to fulfill her dreams before.
I could see that Beth was flirting with me as we talked on the bed, so I took a risk. I leaned in toward Beth, and kissed her on the lips. “Oh my,” she exclaimed. “Would you believe that was my first kiss ever?”
“Really?” I asked. “A beautiful woman like you?”
She leaned in and kissed me back. This kiss became much more passionate than the first kiss. It was obvious that Beth was feeling her hormones and the alcohol in her body at this point. I leaned her back onto the bed as I kissed her, and she didn’t resist at all.
My hands were massaging her breasts through her dress as we kissed, but she did nothing to stop me. Her hands were on my back pulling me toward her. I let one hand slip down past the hem of her dress to caress her bare legs, and she spread her legs to give me better access. Nice.
At this point, I was fairly sure that Beth would let me do whatever I wished with no resistance. My hands wandered around her body as we kissed, and her dress was now up around her waist. I had her sit up momentarily, and I unzipped her dress. She slid it off over her head and came back for another kiss.
As you might suspect, her breasts were harnessed in a large bra, and when I unhooked the back, the bra (and her breasts within) literally sprang out at me. I pulled the bra straps from her arms and her breasts were mine for the taking. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
Beth had large areolas to match her breasts, and her nipples were about the size of my thumbs, certainly a lot larger than any breast I had seen in the Philippines. It was a lot of fun suckling them, and her reactions told me that she agreed. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, which surprised me. It had been my experience that smaller breasts were more sensitive, but it didn’t seem to apply to Beth.
When I moved to push her panties down her legs, she not only didn’t resist, but she actively assisted me. Once her panties were off completely, her legs spread widely to accommodate me between her legs. If I hadn’t known that she had never had a boyfriend, I never would have guessed that she was a virgin.
Sure enough, though, her hymen was intact and blocking passage into her vaginal entrance. My fingers explored her for a few İstanbul Escort minutes before I remembered that I needed to get undressed too. I quickly stripped, so I could lay skin-on-skin with her.
I could tell what she wanted because she kept pulling me up to lay directly on her. She thought that the next step was for me to take her virginity, but I had a surprise for her. To the sound of her telling me, “That is dirty,” I settled in to suck her clit into my mouth. Her protests soon died when she realized how much pleasure she was feeling.
I spent several minutes sucking, licking and fondling her pussy. In the process, her clit came fully out of its hood and the hole in her hymen had been stretched enough to accommodate a finger inside far enough to rub her G-spot. Her body was being controlled by her pussy, which was being controlled by me.
Beth soon started to feeling the first waves of pleasure from her first orgasm. Instead of backing off, I intensified my ministrations to her pussy with both my mouth and my finger. It caused her orgasm to explode within her, and she was flopping all over my bed.
I crawled up between her legs and positioned my cock at her vaginal entrance. Then, I thrust hard into her vagina, sending the tip of my cock all the way up to her cervix. Beth barely even flinched, as her body was still in the midst of a powerful orgasm, and her reaction to my penetration was to press hard against me.
I started thrusting and withdrawing immediately. I would normally pause long enough for a girl to become accustomed to my cock filling her, but with her orgasm, that wasn’t necessary or even desirable. Her hips rocked to meet my thrusts, and my pace increased dramatically.
She was coming down from her orgasm as I started shooting spurt after spurt of seed up into her womb, but her reaction was to try to trap as much of my seed deep inside of her as possible by pressing her cervix against my cock.
We had made a mess of my bed. Beth was so juicy that her fluids had soaked the sheets. I offered to take a shower together, and I cleaned her thoroughly before rinsing her and drying her off. When I was also clean and dry, I got dressed. Beth followed suit, and we were both ready to go. I stripped the linens off of my bed and replaced them with new linens. The soiled linens went into the laundry hamper.
Once the apartment was returned to its original state, I offered to take Beth home. I’m sure that she would have liked to sleep with me that night, but we both had to work early the next morning. So, I got us a trike, and took her back to her apartment. I kissed her goodnight at her door, and went back to the trike and to my apartment.
Beth was fun for an evening, but there was really no attraction there for me (other than her virginity). She was a novelty and a distraction for one evening. I would go back to pursuing thin little Filipinas. Beth continued to work at the store for years after that. I would always say, “Hi,” to her, and she would always reply courteously with a smile. Beth found a boyfriend, and she then got married and had children. I am sure that, with her breasts, her babies never had a lack of milk.
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