Jake s Journal The Philippines JoyfullyChapter 14
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I had arranged to meet Drama at NAIA terminal #3. It was the place from which Cebu Pacific flew. If you haven't heard of that airline, then you simply haven't spent any time in the Philippines. It is something of an overgrown commuter airline. It is not possible to book one of their flights through Orbitz or Expedia. No US carrier has a code sharing agreement with Cebu Pacific. At that time, their website could not process US credit cards. That has subsequently been resolved.
At that time, the airline had an odd sales technique. The closer to the flight you booked the more the ticket cost. This first flight cost me a lot because of that, but in future flights until they did away with the practice, I always managed to purchase my tickets early.
When I got to NAIA #3, I went immediately from the ticket booth – not a counter – and purchased two round trips for Drama and me to Boracay. I had booked lodging at the Microtel, not because I liked it but because it had a website, and listed Internet Access in the rooms as a feature. For the entire length of my stay, I needed access to work. Not knowing the lay of the land I probably made some goofy choices, but it all worked out.
Drama did not live on the island or Luzon, which is where Manila is located. Nor could she fly directly from her island to Boracay. She had to fly to Manila first. I had sent her money for that. I met her as her plane arrived (a bit late but that is part of what you learn is standard for Cebu Pacific).
I mentioned before that she was the youngest at 25 and smallest of the women I would meet. Her five year-old daughter was at home with her mother, with whom Drama also lived. How do I describe Drama? She has a huge smile. It engulfed her face and the face was both youthful and darling. Not pretty in a fashion model sense, but pretty in an angelic beauty. As with just about all Filipinas her hair was straight and black. Her black eyes were both big and expressive. Physically she was a little slip of a thing.
She had told me before I travelled to the Philippines that she was afraid I would not be there to meet her at the airport. She was happy to see me and as soon as she cleared the rope barrier, she was on my arm, much as Ganda had been.
As reserved as Ganda was, Drama was the opposite. Constantly talking, asking, and commenting. She was most interested in my impression of Ganda, whom she knew I had just met. I was unwilling to go that way and resisted her at every turn, frustrating the hell out of the girl.
The plane ride took us to an island adjacent to Boracay called Caticlan. Boracay has no airport of its own. You take a motor boat with outriggers to get across the water. We got there at low tide and could not get to a pier or jetty. Being just an old westerner, what I was wearing were western boots (you might call them cowboy boots) and Levis. One of the boat's employees carried my bag ashore. I took off my boots and socks, rolled up the Levis and got wet up to my ass. Such is life. I got ashore and was taken to the hotel by the hotel van. The roads in Boracay are not one lane roads, they are ¾ lane roads and the van was a scaled down thing that I swear looked like something shrunk down in a Disney movie like, 'Honey I shrunk the kids.'
The back end of the van was simply open and there was a bench on each side. You just climbed in the back and sat on a bench. The driver in the cab in front could neither hear nor see you. Such as it was, we came to an unimproved gravel driveway at what looked like a service entrance to the hotel on one side and on the other side, clearly someone else's property, a native Nippa grass hut. Out we climbed and walked into the hotel. As soon as we walked through the door, we were at the front desk. So ... no accounting for entrances.
Drama and I were booked there for four days. While the hotel posed some difficulties, my time with Drama was something of wet dreams. She was physically agile. She could assume just about any position and it was literally impossible to wear her out in bed. As she weighed so little I tried to keep her on top or take her from the side or from the edge of the bed with me standing. In truth we used so many non-missionary positions that I can only recollect them as a blur. She was sensitive about her ass and I never got more than a knuckle in to her there, but she made up for it in many ways.
The first thing she wanted to do, after we got to the room and showered from our walk through the ocean, was to fuck until supper. I was surprised that her breasts were a bit bigger than were Ganda's. They were sensitive and she loved my sucking on them. She also refused condoms. She said she had not been with a man for five years and was disease free. While I had no way to prove it, she had also asked me about my sexual contact. She wanted to know about Ganda, was she going to get anything from her? But she really did not want the condoms. She said: Get me pregnant Jake, then I will at least be your mistress.
That is exactly what she wanted. She did not want to marry. She was in the second year of college for a four year degree. What she wanted was a man who would take her on as a Mistress and pay for her schooling. Before I came to the Philippines, I had told her I wasn't interested in that.
On the webcam she had said: OK, I agree to marry if you want.
But once I got to Boracay the old Mistress stuff came out again. It was clear from day one at the hotel that she would not be the one, but she sure was fun to be with for those few days anyway.
That night we had dinner at the hotel. We were served by a very pretty waitress, who could not have been older than 17. Her name was Jun. The dinner was OK but not great. Later that night my mind got to thinking about Jun as I was fucking Drama for all she was worth. Laying in bed after giving Drama another deposit of cum, I told her that I wanted to fuck both Jun and her together.
Drama looked at me and said: I think you are a sex guy ... that is what you like. You want me and her in the bed with you?
I smiled, as there was no reason to deny it. I simply indicated that I did. Drama agreed to assist me the following day to see if we could make that happen. In the meantime, the sexy little Filipina already in my bed was enough for me to cum deep in her once more that night before sleep came to us in that air-conditioned room.
The morning found us out on the beach, which the hotel sat upon/adjacent to. Hell ... There was the hotel. You stepped off the terrace on to sand. You walked fifty yards through the sand and you were in the ocean. Is that upon or is it adjacent to?
We negotiated for a snorkeling adventure later that day; then we took a quick breakfast and a trip into town to see if we could find me some flip-flops. We also needed, much to my surprise, a bikini for Drama. She had no swimwear. I bought her two string bikinis. They almost weren't there at all; just three triangles with cords. Drama liked them and I never had reason to complain.
I don't have a big foot, but it is wide and finding a flip-flop that fit was a real hassle. Filipinos are small slender and with thin feet. I am a triple E. In the end, we found a pair and headed back for a light lunch and sex before the snorkeling.
The sex was brief but I was having a hard time keeping my hands off Drama. She was not complaining. She was begging me to get her pregnant. As luck had it, she didn't get pregnant. I dodged a bullet.
The snorkeling was great. I know there are such things in the Caribbean and many other places, but the Philippines are not known for this and to this day I really don't have a clue as to why. I had a blast checking out the fish as they played around us. It turns out that Drama is a fish too and she was swimming circles around me, having a ball.
Once back at the hotel, it was time for another shower, a sweet fuck and off to dinner at the hotel. As luck would have it ... we had Jun as our server again.
Up to now Drama had avoided using her Tagalog while around me. Everything was done in English. But now, tonight at the table there was a discussion between Drama and Jun that was most clearly not in English. It ended and Jun departed with our order. I asked Drama what had transpired and she just smiled and said that I would find out later.
Dinner was another ho-hum affair. We would go out the next night to somewhere else. The problem was that they were trying to make dishes for Americans and Europeans and they just were not getting it right. Later when I learned to eat and really like Filipino food, I found that I could avoid those traps by asking for foods they really know how to cook. It turns out that Filipino food is really good.
When we got back to our room, Drama proceeded to police the premises, and clean up the place. Drama just about shoved me into the shower and then she followed. I had a guess why and a knock on the door about 30 minutes later confirmed my guess. We had a guest named Jun joining us.
Jun was a little unsure as she joined us. I assumed that she knew the ropes, and that guess was very wrong. (Later Drama told me that she had informed Jun that I thought she was remarkably beautiful and wondered if she would honor us by coming to our room that night.)
Jun was a good three inches taller than Drama, a full cup size larger, had longer legs and more rounded hips. She was also barely seventeen. I thanked her for joining us and told her how lovely I found her. She blushed and said she wasn't pretty. I asked her if she thought Drama was pretty and she readily said yes. I then asked Drama, if she thought Jun was pretty. Drama was laughing and said the Jun must be loco to say that Drama was pretty and Jun wasn't.
Drama suggested Jun try on one of the bikinis – as it was true that the Hotel staff uniform was not flattering. Jun blushed again but agreed and both girls moved into the bathroom. When they finally emerged there was no doubt about it ... Jun was a stunner in a big way. I walked up to her, wrapped an arm around her and kissed her. I gather she wasn't expecting that, but she did kiss back. We kept kissing. My hands roamed around what was mostly flesh, the bikini not having any meaningful coverage. The triangles might cover the nipples from sight, but not from touch.
We kissed and aroused each other – mostly it was me arousing her – for close to ten minutes before the bikini fell to the ground and I lifted her onto the bed where Drama was waiting for her.
Drama – now also naked – started kissing and fondling Jun, right along with me; we worked the young girl into a frenzy of previously unexplored passion. Jun was gulping air and grabbing us and imploring us to hold her, kiss her, love her.
I thought I detected a hymen still in this girl and I whispered in her ear: Are you a virgin?
To which she whispered back: Yes!
Drama heard this and whispered in my other ear: Take her, fuck her, give us a baby.
As Drama whispered she was pulling my Levi's off and playing with my cock. I didn't need Drama's help to get hard. I was hard. I rolled Jun under me and spread her legs. Gently, and with Drama's assistance, I placed my cock against Jun's labia. I entered slowly, expecting to find some resistance from her hymen. I immediately hit it and stopped for a second. I asked Jun if she was ready to be filled with my love. She just looked at me and quietly nodded.
The hymen gave way rather easily. I pushed all the way in and hit bottom. If Jun was experiencing any major pain she neither showed it nor gave any indication. She started pistonning her hips against me in a serious and insistent manner and mumbling some Tagalog that had no meaning to me.
Then following a hesitation in that motion she slammed her hips into me, grabbed me with her arms, arched her back and screamed for all she was worth while her whole body shook. That evidently was my cue to cum. I let loose, deep as I was, inside her. That caused a shocked pause in the scream followed by more pleading and screaming for half a minute. Slowly she calmed down and started to breathe in ragged but deep breaths.
In very hesitant English, she said: I am yours now.
It was not a question; it was a statement of fact. She was mine as far as her world was concerned. The rest was for me to figure out.
Drama and I had one more day on the Island before we flew off, her to NAIA and then home, me to NAIA and then to Cebu to meet Joy.
There was the complication of Jun and while she was a very lovely complication, it was still complicating things. Jun had another month of work at the hotel. We swapped contact information and apart from one more very happy night of love making, we would not see each other for a prolonged period of time.
Drama and I spent the last day exploring the Island; Drama in a dress without panties as I requested (actually required). We went out to dinner to a nice place in town and on the beach (all at the same time). Arriving back at the hotel we met up with Jun and on this night I taught Jun to eat pussy, suck tits, lick asses and give head. You might call it school! At least Drama got something out of it.
I also had Drama eat her out while I, in lazy fashion, kissed Jun for a good half an hour. In the process, I was explaining to Jun – at times with Drama's Tagalog – that if she was mine, she needed to understand that meant being with other women while with me.
She just nodded her head, so I asked her directly: Will you obey me in this?
This time I got a clear: Yes Jake, I obey you always.
With that clear, I turned to Drama and asked: Will you obey and do as I ask from now on?
Drama smiled and said: I do not obey! You obey me!
Me: And that Drama is why you will never be mine and Jun will be.
Drama looked stunned, but in truth she had meant what she had said. There were some tears but she never was really ready to accept that I wasn't going to do things her way.
I have no idea why I got the idea about requiring her to obey, other than she had been so willful and obstinate, it was my way of pointing out to her and to Jun why I was going to accept Jun and leave Drama.
I had never asked for a submissive before and did not see myself as a Master. But, at that moment, it was the right thing to do. Looking back, I am glad I did it.
The next morning Drama and I both flew to NAIA together. As we were about to separate, she had an honest to God tantrum right there in the airport. She wanted to go with me to the next girl. I quite literally had enough of Drama. How to get rid of her in the airport proved to be a bit of a pain. We were still arguing and she was wailing when my flight was called and I boarded the plane. All the while, one moment she claimed she would do things my way and the next saying she could not. We had long passed the point where I would have her.
There we were, this truly lovely young twenty-five year old and this old man. And the old man saying go away, go away. Nothing more strange in my life could have been imagined by me before I made the trip. I had a twenty-eight year-old waiting for me in Manila if I wanted her, a seventeen year-old who was mine waiting for me to get her on Boracay and I was flying to meet thirty-two year-old Joy in Cebu.
Joy had sent me a text two days earlier. She needed extra airfare for her daughter. I sent the extra three thousand Philippine Pesos. At the conversion rate on that day, it was just under $64.00. Joy didn't live in Cebu. She lived in northern Mindanao where the Islamic terrorist forces hold sway. The US State Department had a travel advisory against going there and that was enough for me. I arranged for Joy to fly to Cebu to meet me. The Island of Cebu is centrally located in the archipelago and it was a hub for Cebu Pacific, Duh!
The ride to Cebu was only an hour. The airport was very much not the new modern architecture of NAIA #3. It was an old building, serviceable and quaint. Many places in the Philippines have roofs but no walls and that was very much the nature of the baggage claim area at the Cebu airport. I had one bag to claim and it was there that I was going to meet Joy.
She and her daughter must have arrived minutes before me as they were there in the baggage claim, still looking for their bag, when they noticed me. We waved to each other collected our bags and joined up to get the cab to the Marriott Hotel. I had booked two rooms (when I learned the daughter was coming) for four days. The cabby – driving a metered cab – initially refused to take us to the Marriott as it was too far away, traffic was too heavy, and the meter would not give him enough. He wanted an extra P200. I relented and off we went.
Joy was oldest and in all honesty, it showed on her face. She had none of the flush of youth about her. She was no longer close to her childhood, but she was lovely. Her face was graceful, and her beauty parlor styled hair added to her appearance. There was an absence of any fat anywhere. She was a very attractive women and she was twenty-six years younger than I! Her smile was warm and relaxed.
But she had a very serious question to ask me even before we left the airport.
Joy: Jake, you still really interested in me? You already see two others. You not already make up your mind?
Now, that was a far more complicated question than it might have been if asked seventy-two hours earlier. Certainly, I was not committed to either of the two girls I had intentionally come to see, but there was the matter of Jun. How I was to resolve that remained unclear. How I was to resolve any of it, was unclear. I gave Joy my best smile and told her that quite honestly nothing was resolved other than the second girl was not under consideration.
She looked quite hard at me and asked: You don't like her? She do something bad?
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