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by Quétinbec 02/26/2010, 3:15pm PST |
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So, I just dropped off a whore I fucked.
The intention was to fuck a non-Asian whore tonight. This was made more difficult because ESPN had a big piece on a Korean figure skater who'd won gold at the winter Olympics. She looked like a whore I've fucked and it got me back in the mood for that kind of thing. BE STRONG!
For many reasons, we decided to try a few new places this time.
The first was a notorious place that we'd spent ages looking for when we first arrived. I found it about 3 months ago on my way to a restaurant but we never got around to going until tonight.
It's supposedly an Australian themed bar. It was full of old white men with beards and shit! Oil guys, I guess. I've never seen anything like them in the bars where I live. They looked completely at home - like they'd been doing this for decades with no shame. The place was packed so you couldn't get a seat. All Asian - mostly Chinese girls. It was seedy as fuck. Probably the seediest bar I've been to in Bahr*in. Not nice, but you're there for the women.
I see one stunning Chinese girl but she's by the bar with some ~50 y/o asshole all over her. I'm just staring at her hoping she leaves him and comes over. She glances at me every so often but this guy's really got his claws into her. The guy catches me staring at her and buys her a drink and moves her so she's sitting at the bar with him between me and her. I'm about 5-10m from them.
So, as this is happening, a Chinese girl in a leather jacket and her cousin are sizing us up and looking nervous as fuck. I've never seen whores look so nervous. I feel bad for them. They eventually make conversation and when they do, they're close enough for me to see they're not pretty enough to pay to fuck. She was from Sichuan. I've been there and I speak decent Chinese but I don't give a fuck about this girl. I can't make eye contact with the pretty Chinese whore because the fucking asshole has sat himself in front of her but I keep trying without being too impolite to the Sichuan girl.
I was close to going over to the pretty whore and asking her number, but my friend said it would be out of order. So then I was thinking about paying one of the Chinese girls in front of me to go and get her number. If they hadn't been so fucking nervous, I probably would have, but it seemed like too much of a cunt thing to do at the time. The Sichuan girl was going on about the earthquake and how it fucked up her family's house, but then about 30 seconds later, she started dancing with her friend in front of us. That's quite a coping mechanism!
We decided to write it off. I was furious because the Chinese girl was fucking stunning and I knew I wouldn't find anyone better and however the night turned out, I'd regret missing out on her. Fucking 50 y/o cunt.
Nothing interesting happened at the next two places we visited. There were more guys than whores in all three bars, though. Very worrying. They're fucking with the visas. Hopefully things go back to normal after the F1.
So, my friend is bored now and wants to go to a proper club. Maybe less than 20% of the girls there are whores. And good luck trying to pick them! I can usually pick an Asian whore and Russians too but I wouldn't have a clue which black girls are navy or Ethi maids and which are whores. And if you get it wrong with a pick up line like mine, "How much to fuck you for an hour?" good luck!
So, we're at this club and it's only about 10pm so we're sitting down waiting for it to fill out a bit. The only whore of note is a 6 foot Chinese girl. She looks pretty enough but the light is so dim that you can't trust your senses. She's not prettier than the girl I gave up at the "Australian" bar, though, so I'm not taking her on principle.
She's getting hit on by a shitload of Americans, though. Like 3 guys come up to her. Nothing comes of it, though. I wonder why. She starts to grow on me a bit because she's close and all I've got to look at. She's taller than all the guys that approach her. I've never been with an Asian anywhere near that tall. I think that in itself should be a reason to fuck!
Now, I've been drinking orange juice and water all night. I got so fucked last night that I threw up in my friend's car and all today my liver has hurt when I laugh, or when I twist or turn sharply in my car. It's freaking me out because of the hepatitis thing. I'm gonna have to go see "Dr Hussain" again. Until then, I'm not going near alcohol.
Without alcohol, though, I'm too scared to rock up and ask her to fuck. She's standing with all these Americans who know her. Imagine how fucking embarrassing they would make it!
My friend says he's going to ask if she's actually a man. It is a concern. After he says that, her walk seems manly, her shoulders seem manly, etc...
Eventually, after a shitload of eye contact, she sits on a chair in front of mine with her back to me. I suck it up and tap her on the shoulder and say, "Excuse me, are you a prostitute?" HAHAHAHA! I thought I'd do this out of respect because there are so many non-prostitutes around. It totally backfired. She thought I was going to give her shit about being a whore and was like "Of course, is there a problem?!" I was like, "No, no! I just want to know how much to have sex with you!" We argued over the money. She wanted 40. I wouldn't budge from 30. Worst comes to worst, I can have peachy for 30. She wanted to know how far away my place was; how long we'd fuck for; whether I'd pay her up front. She was such a bitch that I kinda backed out a bit. She said she'd leave me to think about it.
Another thing about this whore: she's dressed like a total fucking slut. Short as fuck pink skirt and pink heels, etc... and I knew she wasn't gonna get changed. Then again, what do I care? I've got the flat to myself.
So, I arrange for my friend to go get his car and drive it to the front of the club so I don't have to cross the busy street to the parking lot with her.
My friend goes to get his car. I tell her the game plan. I don't know if she understands. My friend's gonna give me a call when he has the car out front. After my friend leaves, a couple of white high school girls sit down together on his chair and start talking to me! They ask if I'm going to come dance but I say I have to go. They talk to me about NZ and school, etc.. They were from Ireland and somehere else. They're hot as fuck - but what are the chances? And I'm really in no mood. The whore is still sitting with her back to me in the chair in front of mine, so at first, I'm thinking, "SEE BITCH! Younger, prettier, WHITER girls than you take a non-financial interest in me! BE IMPRESSED!". The whore left her chair at some point. My friend still hadn't called, but I needed to track my whore down so she's ready to go before he parks outside the front, because he won't be allowed to hold out there for more than 5 seconds before getting the shit honked out of him.
I told the teenagers that I needed to meet someone. As I leave my seat and walk towards the door, I see my whore with some black guy about 5m from her chair. He's against the wall and she's facing him with her back to the rest of the club (including me). I'll have to tap her shoulder to get her attention and I CANNOT TAP HER SHOULD WITHOUT BEING SPOTTED BY THE TEENAGERS! I walk past her to the door and stare at my phone trying to figure out what the fuck to do. I was freaking out that I'd fucked off the teenagers with a bullshit story and then the whore had fucked me off for a black guy, and then I'd fuck my friend off by wasting his time and I'd be left with nothing! TOTAL FUCKING DISASTER!!!!!! I must have started staring at the whore at this point because eventually she noticed me and I gestured for her to come. As soon as I saw her move towards me, I turned my back to her and started walking out of the club.
Now, I wanted my friend to pick me up right outside the entrance of the club so I'd have the least amount of exposure with the whore. We'd arrived at the club about 10ish when it was almost empty and if it was still 10pm, it would have been a good plan. But by the time we left, the club was packed and there was a massive queue to get in. Getting into a car with the whore in front of a queue that big and bored would be the fucking worst thing ever! I called my friend. Fuck knows what he had been doing, but he hadn't left the car park accross the road. I told him to stay there and we'd find him. I know a lot of people who live in apartment buildings around the area. I walked well ahead of the whore so we wouldn't be associated if I was spotted.
When we got in the car, I boasted to my friend and the whore about how the teenage girls had approached me. My friend said I was foolish to choose the whore over the teens. I don't rate my chances of success with the teens, though. The whore was a sure thing. And she's 6 feet tall!
It turned out the whore was actually a 22 y/o Thai and spoke great English. When she got back to my place, she asked why I had chosen her. I said because "I've never fucked an Asian as tall as you." she thought I said I'd never fucked an Asian and asked if I liked "different things". Now, bear in mind I still have this whole transexual thing going on in the back of my head. I remember resolving at that point to fuck her regardless. There was no debate in my mind!
She kept her bra on when she came out of the bathroom which raised more suspicions but she looked as feminine as anything and that's all that matters, right?
She lies on the bed and just looks at me. I'm tired and don't really want to do shit. I say I need an erection. She's like, "You can do whatever you want." Why don't you do something?! You're the fucking whore! I stroke her legs but that does nothing for me. If I held her, I probably would have got an erection, but I would have felt creepy holding her. Eventually, she wanked me stiff, put a condom on, and sucked me off. She asked if I liked blowjobs with a condom. I said I didn't like blowjobs fullstop, so she said let's fuck. When she took off her bra and I saw her tits, there was no doubt in my mind she was completely female.
The fuck was shit. You only notice the difference in height when she's on top of you and you bring her down so she's against your chest. Otherwise, you might as well be fucking someone 5'5.
I cum without a sound and when I tell her I'm finished she laughs.
After the fuck, she notices me sniff my hand after I scratch my face. She asks if her pussy smells. It's her asshole (I forgot to mention this - her asshole stunk of shit. I've had some fantastic fucks ruined because of shit). So, I tell her I don't think it's her pussy, I think it's her asshole. She's like, "That's how the condom smells!" I'm like, "A shit scented condom?" She says, "Yes."
She had asked me why I don't have a girlfriend. I said something about there not being many decent girls in Bahr*in. She said I don't have a girlfriend because I'm "too soft". After the fuck, when I excused my poor fuck on grounds of a lack of love, she said I needed a girlfriend. I said, "Yeah, I'll try not to be so soft in the future." She said she didn't mean it like that; it's just that when I talk I move my hands too much like *this*. I'm like, "Like a gay?!" She's like, "YES!" I asked her why she didn't just say I acted too gay. She said she didn't say it out of respect for me.
The doors of my elevator are mirrors and on the ride down, she asks if I think she's fat. She's not. I get her number. I hope to fuck her again. |
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