Easy Rider

A large visitor to a brothel in the Philippines is approached to be a temporary bodyguard. He is not interested until he finds out he'll be paid in hookers!

Part One

My name is Bradley Stinton. In 1980, I was 21 years old. That summer, an old high school buddy of mine named George Freeman was vacationing for a month in the Philippines. He asked me to join him for companionship and a few laughs. That sounded wonderful, but an absence for that long would get in the way of my employment. However, I could manage to join him for a week or so. George agreed that a week was better than nothing, so I booked my flight to Manila.

George's family had connections to the country, so he was basically staying free in a vacation unit on an island that was not widely visited. That was fine by me. The hustle and bustle of a major city didn't especially appeal to me. I was more interested in general relaxation and visiting historical sites. I was not a typical 20-year-old.

The first thing I noticed when my flight landed in Manila was that I often got curious looks from the locals. It was because of my height. I am 6'5", which meant I towered over most typical Filipinos who seriously considered me to be a giant. Intimidated people tended to step out of my way when I walked down a public thoroughfare. I found this very amusing because I am an easygoing, peaceable fellow who wouldn't hurt a fly unless I was truly provoked into violence.

George and I had a terrific time together. He showed me examples of the country’s picturesque beaches with their fine white sand, an assortment of local attractions, and the best places to eat without spending a fortune. I was a little bit worried about the Asian food, but I developed a taste for it very quickly despite it being spicy. On the second to last day of my one-week vacation, George said to me, "Bradley, for the sake of variety, I think we need to visit a certain place I’ve been to before for stimulation but not of the mental kind. There's a renowned brothel about two miles from here. I've been a customer there twice. The prices are fairly reasonable and the girls who work there are damn cute bedmates. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Bradley?"

I think George knew the answer to that question before he even asked it: Of course, I was! My host did not have to ask me twice. I liked screwing every bit as much as the next guy. The prospect of having sex with an exotic Filipina girl was especially exciting for me. Within ten minutes of George raising the subject, we were together in the backseat of a taxi and on our way to get laid.

Part Two

The name of the whorehouse that George took me to was Candlelight Delight. Oddly enough, I didn’t see a single candle during my entire visit there. It was generally a quiet place, situated far off the beaten path, which was a good thing. George was familiar enough there to be recognized by the proprietor and greeted by name when we were more than ten yards away from the front door where he was standing. The man’s name was Tam; at least that was how George addressed him.

“Tam, I brought a friend tonight,” George said not long after he said hello to the man. “His name is Bradley. He’s been my guest for nearly a week and he goes home tomorrow. Can you believe he hasn’t bedded even one sexy and beautiful Filipina girl since he arrived? I figured I had to correct that omission before he left.
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Tam spoke English very well, so he got the drift of why we were at his establishment. He explained to me that for “the bargain price of $20 in American cash” I could have my choice of the six girls who were waiting to service horny customers. When I got a good look at the available girls who were seated in an elevated area, I knew within two seconds which one I would choose. She was a gorgeous young female dressed very plainly in a maroon t-shirt and white tennis shorts. She wore sandals on her bare feet. When I expressed interest in her, Tam said her name was Lani and I had chosen well. “Lani has been employed here for about a month. Without exception, every customer she’s ever had has praised her for being a great fuck!” he boasted.

That recommendation was good enough for me! I made it official that I desired to have a screw with Lani and paid my $20 fee to Tam. What percentage of the money Lani received, I do not know.

I had never paid for sex in my life before, so I was a little bit intimidated by the protocols. I was afraid I’d make some sort of brothel faux pas and get into trouble. I need not have worried. It was Lani who was intimidated by me because of my exceptional height.

“I hope you are not too big for me,” Lani said sweetly to me after she had descended from the “stage” to meet me. I wasn’t sure if she was referring to my overall size or just a certain critical part of my anatomy. Lani spoke English fairly well, too, which impressed me.

I just answered her in a general way after introducing myself. “I will be very gentle with you, Lani,” I assured her. “The last thing I want to do is hurt a beautiful creature like you. I think you are stunning.”

Lani flashed me a pretty smile and said, “Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Bradley Stinton, I’ll do my best to fuck you good.”

“That’s just what I hoped for—and it’s all I can ask for!” I responded.

Part Three

Lani conferred with Tam for a moment, then he said. “You two can have Room #4. It’s vacant. Enjoy yourselves and have a good fuck together.” There was certainly no pretension at the Candlelight Delight brothel. Everyone absolutely knew why everyone else was there.

As Lani disrobed, I watched her intently. To me, she was a perfect specimen of youthful femininity. I’m guessing she was about 18, but trying to estimate the age of Asian girls has always been a difficult task for me. She had a wonderful build. Her perky breasts were just the right size for her frame. She also had a glow about her that radiated beauty. I was captivated. It is little wonder why all her clients had high praise for her—and she hadn’t performed any sex act yet.

I disrobed as quickly as humanly possible in order to begin enjoying Lani's delights as soon as I could. I was quite aroused just from watching her slowly shed her clothing. When she was totally nude, she waved me to join her at the mattress which was situated on the floor in the center of the room. "You have a stiff dick already," she accurately commented.

"Indeed, I do!" I replied. "And I intend to put it to good use."

I began my fun by lying beside her and caressing Lani's beautiful breasts. They were lovely, firm round assets that no normal male could resist. They silently begged me to suck on them. I didn't care if I was the 200th customer she'd had in her sordid career; I mentally convinced myself that Lani was previously untouched so my ravaging her would make me special. (I know that was a stretch, but I managed it somehow!) Lani possessed great nipples; I could have sucked on them for hours. I even gave her a brief titty-fuck before her waiting vagina got the better of me.

"I can't resist," I told her. "I just have to fuck you--but I'll be exceedingly gentle about it." Frankly, I was worried about hurting Lani. As I was 6'5" I was proportionally blessed with an above-average penis in terms of both length and width. It was nearly seven inches long and probably 20 percent thicker than the average male's appendage. I had previously had bad experiences twice when my manhood scared off a couple of potential bedmates not long after we started to become intimate. I didn't want the same thing to happen with this stunner.

Lani dutifully lied on her back and spread her legs in anticipation of being penetrated. I gently put the head of my dick inside her opening and tenderly pushed it forward. I went very slowly, barely thrusting at all. Lani took it like the pro she was. I was tempted to be a little rougher, but I was enjoying the slow ride. I did not vary my rhythm of fucking her until I ejaculated about eight minutes after I began the intercourse. It felt wonderful to deposit a load of sperm inside this beauty. I gave her a substantial amount of warm goo.
When I pulled out of her, a large glob of semen dripped onto the pink bedsheet that covered the mattress.

"You surprise me!" Lani said to me. "You are an easy rider, very gentle to the woman beneath you. I enjoyed the fuck."

I liked the cute term "easy rider" that Lani had coined. It reminded me of the movie of the same title, although it referred to a motorcyclist.

I wasn't sure if my session with Lani ended when I came. I had no plans to leave her side until she specifically instructed me to do so. She finally confessed, "Normally when you come, you are done. But I like you, Easy Rider, you can stay longer and we can do more sex together. Okay?"

Of course, that was perfectly okay with me. In fact, the additional time was heavenly. I went back to caressing Lani's lovely tits and sucking on her stiff nipples with vigor. When I couldn't resist any longer and had my erection fully restored, I re-entered her pussy, gave her a series of easy thrusts once again, and came for the second time—though not nearly as hard as the first occasion. "Nice fuck number two, Easy Rider," she said to me with a genuine smile. “I wish all my customers fucked me like you.”

Lani called time on me after about 40 minutes. After experiencing two ejaculations and fondling Lani’s sensational goodies for an extended time, I certainly felt my $20 had been well spent at Candlelight Delight.

I met George in the small area that served as the building’s lobby. Judging by the naughty smile plastered across his face, he seemed to be a satisfied customer, too. He had bedded a particularly busty girl and was quite happy with her performance on the mattress. He would gleefully describe it in great detail to me later. As we were about to depart, Tam called me back. I feared I had violated some rule or protocol, but that was not the case. He had an unusual proposition for me to contemplate.

“I’d like to talk to you for a moment, Bradley, and make you an offer you might like to consider,” he told me. When I asked him what kind of offer he could possibly make me, he said that Lani had praised my gentleness and said I was a perfect gentleman during our carnal romps. I replied that Lani was a fabulous girl to fuck—which he had already promised me an hour earlier. He then made his pitch to me.

“Bradley, we need a bodyguard here. Lately the girls and I have been hassled and bothered by some troublemakers, mostly wayward youths. I suspect if someone your size is standing outside the door looking menacing, those troubles will soon vanish. Would you be interested in this job?”

“I am supposed to fly home tomorrow, so I can’t possibly do it,” I told him. I didn’t even ask what the pay would be.

“Could you change your flight and extend your stay for a week?” Tam asked me. “Once your presence is known here, I think the bad apples causing the problems will stay away. I think a week of you being nearby would do it.”

“What would you pay me?” I inquired just to be polite.

Tam gave me an unexpected answer: “Instead of cash, why don’t I pay you with hooker service? You and your friend Gregory just have to linger around the front door here between 9 p.m. and 1 a.m. That’s our busiest time. Afterward you two can stay as long as you like and fuck any girl here. How does that sound to you?”

I was suddenly interested in postponing my trip home for a week. I waved Gregory over so Tam could repeat the offer to him. We both agreed with alacrity and I immediately made arrangements to cancel my upcoming flight home and reschedule another one in eight days. Gregory was thrilled to have me as a companion for another week—and we were both ecstatic about the free hookers we’d both be getting.

“There’s one stipulation,” I said. “I want to screw Lani—and no one else--every night of the seven that I’m here. Can that be arranged?”

“Lani is one of our most popular girls, so it might be difficult, but I’ll do my best,” Tam said. “Thank you two for agreeing to this. I think it will be a great benefit to me and the girls.”

Part Four

George and I kept our word and arrived at Candlelight Delight a few minutes before 9 p.m. the next night. We were given baseball caps that said “security” on them to make us look official. I did my best to appear like a tough guy. It was necessary. There were a few unsavory youths lingering about the area, but Tam had been correct: our presence—especially mine—seemed to dissuade them from causing any trouble. After about 15 minutes they slowly drifted away. George and I just pulled up two chairs near the front door, greeted the customers who were coming and going, and patiently chatted and waited for 1 o’clock to arrive. Only once did we feel compelled to shoo away people who were not customers. Tam was pleased with the deal he had arranged with us. We were, too.

At 1 a.m. Tam said, “Lani is waiting for you, Bradley, in Room #2. You can go in there right now and have a good time.” That was all I needed to hear. I didn’t wait to find out whom George would be screwing.
I was greeted by Lani who was waiting on the mattress for me. She was delightfully naked. I was the same inside of a minute. “Time for another Easy Rider fuck, I hope,” she said to me sweetly.

“It’s the only way to fuck you, Lani,” I declared. “Slow, steady and wonderful.” That first night I basically repeated my performance of the previous day when I was a paying customer. I enjoyed Lani’s breasts in every way possible, then I gave her a long, loving fuck with the same technique that had impressed her once before. My ejaculation was nearly as strong as the first one had been the day before.

I shot my load in about 20 minutes, but I requested an extension. “Stay with me for an hour, okay?” I asked Lani.

“How about two hours?” she said. “I’m finished at 3 a.m. I might as well stay here with you until the end of my shift, Easy Rider. I like you.” I rewarded her kind comment with another fuck and another shot of warm jism into her pussy. Then I fell asleep.

The next night Lani was available again. Lucky me! This time I told her I wanted to try fucking her from behind, but I’d do it just as gently as I had been with missionary-style screwing. She was okay with that and promptly assumed the proper position for it. She kneeled and elevated her bum—which was another cute bodily feature she possessed—at a 45-degree angle. I positioned my dick at her pussy entrance and again pressed forward slowly. I really liked fucking Lani from behind. It turned out I could penetrate her more deeply using this method. That’s what I did, but with the same short thrusts that I had been pleasing her with the two previous nights. When I attained an orgasm, my semen came in waves. I never knew my testicles could produce so much cum for a single blast.

On the third night, much to my disappointment, Tam told me that Lani had the night off, so she was unavailable to be my hooker for that evening. George recommended a lanky girl with small tits named Mayumi whom he had screwed twice. I gave her a try and was glad I did—for a while. Mayumi was very active on the mattress and exceptionally friendly. She openly praised the size of my manhood and wanted me to give her a thorough fucking with it. I readily agreed and gave Mayumi a rough screwing, not holding back in the slightest. That was a mistake. “It’s too big,” she wailed at one point, but I wasn’t too sympathetic to her plight. This was, after all, what she supposedly wanted from me. I rode her until I came, filled her pussy with cum, and then I left. I didn’t want to stick around that night. I definitely missed having Lani as my sex partner!

Of the seven nights I served as security, I had Lani as my hooker for five of them. At my insistence, we tried every sexual position known to her—which included three I’d never heard of in my life. Regardless of how we had intercourse, every time I was gentle with her, and Lani appreciated it. It was a sad day when I left Candlelight Delight for the last time. I figured I had been paid for doing nothing. Apart from that first night, George and I had no problematic people to deal with whatsoever.

When I got back home, I quit my job not long afterward and went into business with another friend of mine named William Forbes. It was a combination shuttle service for passengers going to and from the airport and a general courier service within our city limits for parcels of all types. When we were struggling to come up with a name for our business, I suggested Easy Rider Shuttle and Courier Services. William accepted it, not knowing its origin. I liked it because whenever I heard our company’s name mentioned by anyone, I fondly recalled beautiful Lani from the Philippines.