Filipino Fling : A Business Trip to the Far East

I’m excited to be part of a trade delegation from the UK, heading out to the Far East for a two week business trip. I’ve never been to the Far East and I’m told that it’s a spectacular place, unlike anything I’ll have ever seen before.

After an uneventful week in Singapore, we move on to Hong Kong and the drinks are flowing and the conversations loud and excited at our first evening meal in the hotel. After what’s seems like an age, the waitress finally comes over to our table.

“I am very sorry for your wait.” she says to our table, in almost perfect English, before turning to address me directly, “Can I take your orders please?”

Fixing me with her dark brown eyes, I am struck by her natural beauty. She has jet black hair cut in a shortish bob, with the outer edges curling back round to rest just above her shoulders. Her lips are quite full and her skin is gorgeously bronzed, in contrast to her white and black uniform.

I’m momentarily lost for words, before one the guys pipes up “You can speak now, John!” and the table bursts into laughter, as they can clearly see how taken I am by her!

As the meal progresses, I find my attention constantly wondering to the waitress, my eyes watching as she glides effortlessly round the floor, arms full of plates and drinks, face always smiling, despite the obvious stress she’s under, in the oppressive Hong Kong heat.

The second evening and the atmosphere is more relaxed come the evening meal. My heart skips a beat of delight, when once again ‘my girl’ comes over to ask us for our order.

As we progress to the desserts, quite a few from our table leave and I get a chance to have a little chat with the waitress, as I settle the bill. Her name is Sue and it turns out she’s from the Philippines and has moved up to HK to earn better wage for her family, who are from a poor rural area. She still has some tasks to do before she finishes, but as we seem to be getting on I decide to push the boat out.

“Listen, I can see you’re busy. How about we carry on our chat over a drink when you finish tonight?”

After a moment’s hesitation, she smiles and replies, “Ok. I’ll see you in the rooftop bar at 12.”

As she turns to walk off, I admire her pert little bum, in the tight black skirt she has on and feel a little stirring in my trousers…

I sit nervously on a bar stool, wondering if she’ll show up. Its quarter past midnight now, and I’m thinking what a desperate, pathetic sight I must look as it slowly dawns on me she’s not going to turn up. Who was I k**ding that a beautiful, young thing like her would fancy me?

The waiter looks at me sympathetically, as if reading my mind, and asks if I want another drink.

“No thanks, I’ll be turning in for the night shortly.” I reply and with that I take the last swig of my whiskey, the ice cubes clattering together as I drain the last drop. Getting up from the stool, I turn to go towards the lift, crestfallen.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

Not for the first time my heart skips a beat, as I turn and see Sue, now changed in her normal clothes, a black blouse, tight pair of jeans and flat trainers. She must be a good twenty years younger than me and as a married guy in my mid 40’s - I really should know better!

Ordering more drinks, the waiter now gives me a disapproving look, and we wander off to a quiet corner, where Sue sits opposite me, elbows resting on the tiny glass table.

In the candlelight, her eyes dance and glisten, as she tells me about her life. How she’s only been in Hong Kong 6 months and how she misses home in the Philippines.

Quite quickly though, the conversation switches to me and its not exactly the question I was expecting to here from her, “So, I notice you’re wearing a wedding ring…”

I’m momentarily thrown, I know full well how loyalty and faithfulness are revered in the Far East, so I try and rescue the situation. I tell her how sad I am that my wife and I have drifted apart over the years of marriage (true!) and that I’m currently going through a separation and divorce (not, exactly true!). Either way, seems she buys it.

As we carry on chatting, the conversation becomes more flirtatious and it becomes apparent that she actually fancies me. She said she’d relocate anywhere in the world for the right man, her soulmate.

“Well the UK’s very nice!” I grin and give her a cheek wink, causing her to giggle.

“Oh John! You are terrible!” she laughs touching my forearm gently.

Time flies by and before we know it, its past 2am and we are getting on like a house on fire.
“Come back to my room for a nightcap?” I suggest, and after another moment’s hesitation Sue agrees.

As we enter my room, I’m wondering if her intentions are aligned with my own, but as I close the door I get my answer, as her arms circle my neck and her luscious lips part…

Wow! She is one helluva kisser! Her tongue flicks and dances whilst exploring my mouth, her hands deftly caressing my cheeks, before going round the back of my head to run her fingers through my hair, as the passion rises within her.

My own hands sit briefly on her tiny waist, before being unable to resist moving down to the squeeze those bum cheeks I’d been admiring earlier. I’m surprised at how big they are, soft and wobbly, and my cock grows at the sensation. Its stabbing at her midriff and I'm delighted that she responds by pressing her body against it...

Next thing, I’m picking her up and carrying her across the room. She’s so light, but we still manage to bump into the unfamiliar surroundings, before I finally locate and place her gently down on the bed. More passionate kissing ensues, and I quickly go to check out her breasts. Again, more flesh that I was expecting, causing me to become increasingly aroused, as I gently fondle them and feel her nipples swell in response to my touch.

Sue’s hands continue to caress my face, but I want to move things on now, so I take her right hand and place it on my hardness. She gasps and hesitates, before I show her how I want her to stroke it. She needs no further encouragement and before I know it her hand is also exploring my balls, squeezing and caressing my sacs, heavy with anticipation and the lack of sex for what seems like an eternity…

Before I know it, her previously demonstrated oral skills are working their magic down below, and my cock is soon buried deep in her mouth. Its sensational and before long I have to ask her to stop or I’ll cum there and then!

I return the favour and work her swollen clit with my finger and her pussy lips with my tongue, before inserting a finger gently inside her. As I do, I swear she has a little orgasm.

I step back and smiling, take in the wonderful sight of her legs spread open, her pussy glistening, topped with a delicious carpet of thick, black pubes. “You’re an angel!” I declare.

A sensual smile lights her face, as she closes her eyes and purrs “Make love to me John. Make love to me.”

I don’t know about ‘make love’, but I’m sure gonna fuck the arse off her! I think to myself.

Kneeling on the bed, I start to tease the rim of her pussy with the tip of my cock, pushing it ever so slightly inside her peachy lips, before quickly withdrawing it, repeating the process a couple more times, revelling in her gasps.

“Give it to me, John!” she moans, and I can resist no longer. This time I plunge my cock’s full length inside her, and as I do she emits a loud, ecstatic groan. Her pussy is delightful. Hot, wet and deliciously tight. I can really feel her muscles wrapping around and gripping my shaft. If I’m not careful I’ll cum quickly here, I think to myself.

“Oh my God!” she squeals, her voice high pitched, almost c***d-like, just like many of the women on the Asian pornos’ I’d watched late in my hotel room last week in Singapore.

As I begin to thrust, she sounds like she is almost crying and I find it briefly a little off-putting.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, yes. Don’t stop. You are soooo big.”

By Western standards I know I’m not, but maybe compared to the Asian men she is used to, who are generally smaller in stature, perhaps I am? Either way, its a lovely little ego massage and it only encourages me to fuck my little asian whore a wee bit harder.

I really start to plunge into her tiny little snatch and as I nibble gently at her ear lobe, the noise emitting from her mouth is becoming one long moan, as her nails claw and dig into my back. Ordinarily I’d stop a woman from doing this, for fear of my wife finding the scratch marks, but I’ve another week before I’m back in the UK, so this little bitch can scratch me as much as she wants! I think she’s probably drawn blood her nails are that sharp, but that just turns me on more and I really start to fuck her hard as I bury my face against her cheek, my nostrils filling up with the scent of her perfume and the flowery scent of her hair.

I realise I won’t last much longer if I continue at this rate though, as its been such a long time since I fucked my wife, in fact the last fuck I had was probably with my former secretary Catherine, and we’d sadly gone our separate ways, after her promotion six months ago.

I dismount and we both sit up on the bed and Sue cradles my head in her hands, before kissing me tenderly. She’s a delicate creature for sure, with kind, longing eyes, and she is the type of girl I could easily fall for, if circumstances were different. Tonight though - for me at least - she’s just a fuck.

Breaking from our embrace, I lay back on the bed and holding my cock up by the base, encourage her to mount me. Facing me, she slowly lowers herself on to my trembling, glistening hardness, and cries a little as she does. I can’t resist running my fingers through her deliciously dark, thick muff, pulling at the pubes, as I feel her pussy muscles contract round my cock once more.

She sits up on top of me her knees bent, feet resting on my shins and I place my hands on both of her thighs as she slowly begins to buck. She’s very gentle, as if she doesn’t want to hurt me, but that’s fine, as it takes the edge off things and I feel in control of my emotions once more.

I’m admiring the view from below. She certainly is a pretty little thing, with her jet black hair in a neat short bob, that occasionally just falls over her dark brown eyes. She has delicate features- an upturned little nose and pouty lips. I note she has the start of a little tummy forming, but it’s attractive rather than off-putting and her beautiful bronze skin is glistening from our collective exertions, in the hot Hong Kong night.

I encourage her to fuck me a little harder. In doing so, her little Asian breasts begin to bounce gently and I’m entranced by her dark brown nipples, which are proud and erect on top of her little globes. So much darker than any Western woman’s…Before I know it, I’m sat upright with one of them between my teeth, relishing the soft, fleshy tissue, nibbling the hard brown nub of her swollen nipple, I can really taste her saltiness…This humidity’s a killer!

Releasing my grip of her left breast, I go to kiss her full lips and she responds passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth with gusto, making me even hornier – if such a thing were possible.

I know I’m close to cumming now, so disentangling from our embrace, I notion for her to get on all fours. Sue looks at me from over her shoulder as I slowly, enter her from behind. I push myself in as far as I can go and she lets out a gasp as I do so, her glorious hot pussy tightening on my cock with that vice-like grip.

As I start to plough into her from behind, the sensation of my hips and groin grinding against her gorgeous soft and wobbly, bum cheeks as I work up a frantic rhythm is divine.

Ordinarily I’d be looking to grab ahold of some hair as I begin to thrust deep inside her, but that’s not an option here. Instead I sink my weight down on top of her, so that my sweaty chest is lying on her back and my head nuzzles into the side of her face.

She turns to look at me with those big brown eyes of hers and I kiss her again, this time brief nips - urgent, as I fuck her with short, needy thrusts, totally unable to control myself now, like a dog on heat.

“I want to cum inside you, Sue” I whisper urgently, hoping she'll let me.

“Yes, John! Yes!” she encourages and with the green light my hands wrap around her front, one hand grabbing a breast the other flicking at her swollen clit.

Seconds later she cries out and I feel her orgasm start to shiver inside her, as her body contorts and twitches involuntarily up against me.

Its enough to send me off too, and with three or four slow, hard thrusts I empty my load, hot jets of spunk shooting high up her beautifully tight Filipino pussy.

Completely spent, hot and sweaty, we both collapse face first onto the bed and lay motionless, my cock still hard inside her, not wanting to let go of my little fuck doll, relishing her sex scent, kissing her lightly on the nape of her bronzed neck.

As we recover, I stroke her thick dark hair and we share small-talk, a double dose of guilt already coursing through my veins. She says she’s never done this before, slept with a guy on the first night, but feels we ‘have a connection’. As the need for sleep takes over me, Sue lays her head on my chest, and I hear her saying how she would love to relocate to the UK if I’d have her…

My heart leaps in panic, “Surely you want to find someone younger?” I counter argue.

“No. Filipinos’ like older men." she replies, "They’re wiser, more experienced, and unlike young guys, we can trust you to be faithful...”


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My wife and teenage c***dren are all excitedly gathered round the table, as I open up the pack of photographs that I collected this afternoon after work from the developers.

Most shots are the usual mix of tourist locations, downtown Singapore, Hong Kong harbour, Kowloon - the race track where the horses galloped under the bright floodlights. And then I turn a photo over and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, as there is Sue, in full waitress gear, smiling by our table.

“Who’s she?”

My mind races and a cold sweat instantly rinses my spine…How the fuck did that photo get in there? It’s just the sort of stunt my mate Dave would do, knowing as he does, that my wife and I like to go through my business trip photos. Shouldn’t have been such a big mouth about our little night together!

“Er. Er...” I stammer, struggling for a suitable response, “Ohhhh, that’s just the hotel waitress. Dave had a bit of a crush on her…”

“She’s very pretty isn’t she?”

My mind’s eye shoots back to my cock plunging into her dark pussy, and my mouth around those big dark nipples, “She’s not really my cup of tea, Darling, but Dave was certainly taken by her…” I reply.

I note the suspicious glare from my teenage son at these words and quickly turn her photo over.

“Ah. Now that’s a photo of the tallest building in Hong Kong. The views from the restaurant at the top were absolutely breath-taking…” I declare, as slowly my heart-rate returns to normal...


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Footnote:

For some context, the scene at the end with the family gathering and the photo actually happened (in fact there were actually two photos of her - a separate one I later found stashed away by my father. I confronted Dad about it months/years later and he admitted that he'd 'had a little crush on her' and that they did indeed meet for a drink after she'd finished work one evening. He said they'd spent almost all night sitting up drinking and talking as they hit it off and she did apparently say she'd be prepared to move over to the UK for a better life, if he was interested..(Awkward! :smile:) To this day though he claims nothing actually went on...Maybe I'm putting two and two together and getting five..? Love to know what you think?!?


Sept 21:

Wow! Quite the revelation from my Dad this weekend just past. A young family & close neighbours of my parents have split up. Nothing unusual in that these days, but over the weekend the bloke hired a rental van which he spent most of the weekend filling up his stuff and clearing off, leaving the wife and 3 k**s behind, after a workplace affair. I was staying over at my parents this weekend, and noted how much this all seemed to have affected Dad & over a whiskey or two I discovered why.

Seems the ‘Filipino Fling’ I wrote about above, was a little bit more than my father had ever let on before. He knocked me for six when he revealed it wasn’t just ‘one way’ after all, with her being prepared to relocate in England for him, but that he’d have brought her back to the U.K. with him too, if he hadn’t been married! I said this is insanity after spending just one night with a girl, that you’d both consider this? “It must’ve been one hell of a night!” I joked. He said it wasn’t just the one night, that he’d met her on his first night of his stay in HK, and that they spent 6 or 7 evenings/nights together in that time (would’ve been every night, but she was working most of them!). I said to him, that you must’ve fallen in love with her to say this, to consider even thinking of doing this for the girl, but he claims not. He admitted they’d stayed up all that final night having a deep conversation discussing their lives and whether or not it was all possible - before deciding that sadly it wasn’t...

Probably seems ridiculous to anyone reading this, but I’ve found it all deeply unsettling to hear. I’ve always known my Dad was a flirt, but I never really thought there was a risk to his love for mum & their marriage with any of the little flings/affairs he might’ve had over the years. And as he pointed out their marriage has stood the test of time - and in the end, he did choose mum and us over Sue. I always thought his fooling around was purely to satisfy his sexual needs (he & mum are incompatible here, I know) and that feelings and love never entered into the equation and we’re strictly off-limits. To think he met and fell in love with a woman in a whirlwind romance over a fortnight, to the extent where he seriously considered leaving mum over, splitting up our family, has shocked me.

I’ve given my poor old Dad a bit of a grilling about this since, but he says I need to get some perspective- it happened 30 years ago, and in the end, he chose us he says...What do you guys think? Do you think he must’ve fallen in love with this girl? And is it possible to love 2 people at once? And why the fuck after 30 years, do I find myself now quite unsettled by the whole revelation!? For the record my mum is still blissfully unaware of all of this, as they near 50 years of marriage...I probably need therapy. I’ve no-one close too that I can safely discuss this with, without causing harm (it would break my sister’s heart, for instance), so I’m come on here to vent my spleen and hope that someone impartial can help me gain that perspective my Dad talks about...