Then again, she told him she’d to him in their prior conversations and he agreed it would be good. She’s also not the first to stick it directly into his mouth from his ass.
She turns him around and fucks him some more before giving up.
“Would you put your fingers in there? Please?”
“I can, but you know what comes after it.”
Tom may have an inkling and says sheepishly “Please do whatever you like.”
She puts one, then two, then three fingers inside, palm up, and fucks him. He feels his own rectum very relaxed on her hand, wide open and in need of a rather urgent visit to the toilet. Experience and bowels tell him he doesn’t and so he mellows.
Then the announced mouth fucking with the same three dirty fingers, she leaning over him between his bitchily raised legs. Bianca pushes deeply and carelessly and he struggles to push back the rising vomit.
“You want again?”
He knows he wants the first part of it.
“Yes, please. Fuck my ass.”
She does and her now lubricated three fingers find their way deeper into his rectum. Into his mouth, and into his rectum, and into his mouth.
She slaps his face lightly with the stinky hand.
“You’re a bitch. You cannot be my dog. You can be my girl dog.”
Tom is glad he has English cosufferer in his dealings with Bianca.
She produces a roll of toilet paper and wipes her hand, his ass and his mouth, in this order with the same sheets.
“I have to poop. Stay here. No, better you stay on your knees on the floor. Like that. Straighten up. Hands behind your back.”
He waits as she dresses.
“Don’t move.”
She leaves for the toilet down the hallway, giving Tom time to reflect in the hot room. Like on the fact that she takes her time out there, whatever is she doing.
“Open.” she orders when she’s back, and spits.
She undresses and plants herself in front of him, facing the other way.
“Eat my asshole.” she leans forward.
For some reason, Tom wonders why he has to do that.
“Did you poop?” he asks inquisitively.
“I did.”
She turns to face him.
“You don’t have to do if you don’t like.”
“Yes, I understand. Thank you. Did you wipe?”
“Of course, I wipe, baby. What do you think?”
“Okay, I want to eat you.”
“Good dog! Come.”
She sits on the edge of the chair and raises her legs up. He crawls his face in her ass. It looks clean. -ish. And smells fresh. -ly after shitting.
Tom resigns himself to the fact shit is never far from butt sex, a long time acquaintance of his.
She lowers her legs when she judges she has had enough.
“Do you want to cum?”
Not after what he has just had. “No, I don’t.”
“You don’t like to cum?”
“I do, yes.”
“You cum today?”
“You mean… no, I don’t want to cum today.”
“Why not? You don’t need?”
“No right now.”
“Hmm. Okay. So, you just like to suck cock?”
“I like you get my ass fucked, too.”
“Are you gay?”
“Well, no…”
“Impotent?”
“Huh…”
“I ask if you are impotent.”
“No, I’m not impotent.”
“You masturbate?”
“I do, yes.”
“But not much?”
Tom is like any healthy young man a frequent masturbator. Perhaps well above the average.
“Sometimes.”
“So why you don’t want to cum today?”
He gets exasperated with the long query. He needs to come up with something.
“I want you to use me for your pleasure. It does not matter whether I cum. In fact, it’s better if I don’t. That way I’ll be allert to your commands. It’s best if you don’t make me or allow me to cum.”
He’d go further with it, but senses she has lost interest.
He may not want to cum, but she does. She orders him to suck her again, until her yucky spunk flows into his mouth again.
She slumps again, this time on the chair. He sits on his butt between her legs and rests his head on her legs.
“Are you hungry?” she asks as she becomes alert. “Let’s go eat.”
Tom asks to take a shower in the shared bathroom, neither him or her having had one since he arrived. There’s no shower in there, just a plastic drum filled with water and a plastic cup floating inside.
****
They head out. Bianca wants to go to McDonald’s again, Tom points to the American themed restaurant. They go there, it’s not too busy. She has steak and chips and opines that he would like the sausages. He misses the joke, but it gets explained.
It’s only late afternoon. The day is hot under the searing tropical sun and on the narrow, unventilated streets. There’s dining on the patio, but the misting system and the cold beer make it almost pleasant. She finishes her glass.
“Do you want another beer?”
His bottle is still half full.
“No, I’m good for now.”
“Wait here, I bring to you.”
Bianca picks her empty beer glass and goes to the restroom. The glass is full now and she puts it in front of him. She picks up his bottle and clinks the glass with it.
“Are you gonna drink your beer, or what?”
“More like your beer, isn’t it?”
“My beer. Drink it.”
He weighs his options. He doesn’t want to and sees little reasons why he has to. Out of her room and past the abuse of the day, he feels very little inclination to do as she says.
“What do I get if I drink… your beer?”
“First, you’ll not be thirsty. Second, I was planning to introduce you to my friends next time you visit.”
“Hmm. I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”
“Hang out with my friends.”
“What do they like to do?”
“Drink.”
“Will I have to drink beer with them?”
“Of course.”
He picks up the glass and drinks half.
“Very good. I like it when you drink my beer.”
They finish their meals and drinks and decide to walk the streets before Tom leaves for the bus terminal.
Before they go Bianca asks him to give her a little money. He gives her a couple of thousands pesos, which is the money he does not need for the bus fare back. He figures she probably needs it more than he does. And that she’s too poor to skip whatever she does for work, whoring or otherwise. She says thanks.
They walk in the small, busy district, running into all sorts of people that recognize Bianca. She’s only too happy to parade him around, cling to him and kiss him publicly.
Tom wants none of it. He does not want her foul mouthed wet kisses. And against his better judgement, he’s ashamed to walk by her side. Both because of what she is and why he is there. Is he really a pathetic pervert seeking dirty acts from street prostitutes in this trashy red zone? Ugly, older, cringey transsexual prostitutes?
****
It’s early evening and the heat of the midday has receded a little. Tom finds himself in a residential neighborhood. Filipino residential, that is, little in the way of trees, green or shade. Boys are playing basketball on a large, concrete playground.
“Tie your shoes.” Bianca calls his attention.
Tom is unsure of what she is saying, neither of his shoes are untied.
“Come here. Here.” she has him by a car.
“Now tie your shoe.”
He wonders what the crazy person wants, but he does as he’s told. One knee on the ground, he unties the opposite shoe to find her right above him, dress raised and dick pulled out of her panties. He’s surprised. Despite all recent experience, he would not have put her on that, as Filipinos are overly pudic and reserved in public. He takes the limp penis in his mouth.
“Yes, suck it, slave!”
Not much of a choice, but the time and place he finds oddly chosen.