The Ark
Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
Birthday thoughts...2
I have a reservation. The name is Ira Courtwright.
Yes, Sir Ira, Ma’am. We have you here for three nights. I see it is listed as a single occupancy. Shall I change that to two for you and your wife? It is the same price.
Yes, please. …
I finish up at the reservations desk and am given two keys. The guy behind the desk never blinks. When it’s all done, he smiles and says, Welcome to the Philippines!
Once in the room, no bellhop is needed for my small bag, I turn to Princess and warn her that all I want to do is sleep. Maybe she should just go home and we can meet up in the morning.
I stay with you, Ira.
There’s a big smile on her face and I’m too tired to argue.
For what it’s worth, this room is far nicer than the Comfort Inn! It actually seems like it might be close to the four star place it claimed to be. Also for what it’s worth, Princess is as pretty as her photos made her out to be. There’s no problem with that. I’m not sure I like how she is just taking over, but, shit, I’m really not wanting to even think any more. I need a shower and then a good long rest.
I’m not sure I really understood how tired I was. For the life of me, I don’t remember when the shower ended and I got into bed. I clearly did, as I’m under the covers and, while I have no clue yet as to the time, I know it’s the next day as there’s sunlight peeking through the curtains on the windows.
Princess is not in the bed, but there’s evidence that she was, at some point, based on the state of the covers on the far side of the mattress.
Whatever… I need to get up and take a leak. And as I do so, I realize that I’m not wearing my briefs. Clearly I must have been very tired last night!
Opening the door to the bathroom answers one question. Now I know where Princess is. Standing inside this large bathroom, she has my suitcase open, and is ironing one of my shirts.
I’m about to ask her why she is doing this, and I don’t mean why is she doing this in the bathroom, but rather why she is doing this at all, when she smiles and announces that my clothing is wrinkled from the trip. She didn’t want to awaken me and so chose to do the work here.
So many things come to my mind that I’m stumped for a second to even know where to start.
Do I want her ironing my things? Am I OK with her going through my suitcase? How am I going to deal with this woman who seems to have decided to ‘own’ me?
Standing completely naked, I shelve all of it and simply say, You need to get out so I can use the bathroom.
She does, eventually, as she removes the ironing board, iron and all my clothing with the exception of freshly ironed briefs (a first for me at any time in my life) and my toiletry kit.
I was just intending, when I walked into the bathroom, of taking a piss, but I guess it’s time to shower and dress. I need to deal with this princess of a Filipino, who may well have taken her name a bit too damned far.
Fifteen or so minutes later, I’m out of the bathroom. I grab the socks, shirt and jeans she has ironed and put them on while beginning what needs to be said clearly and right away. Putting it off will be a bad idea, as every moment she seems to be getting more and more into a controlling mindset.
Princess, I told you that I’m going to meet a number of you. I’m happy to know you, but you are not the only one I’ll be with and you don’t own me. Even while I’m here in Pasay, and staying in this hotel, I’ll meet another gal.
Why you mean to me?
Telling the truth is not mean. I told you this before I came. Why are you acting like you are the only one?
I not! I know there are others! Why you think I not know this?
The girl looks like she is going to cry. For God’s sake, I don’t need this.
Where I come from, a gal doesn’t act like you are acting unless she thinks she is the only one.
Ha! You not where you come from! You not know us! You not know me, Ira Courtwright! I only do what is right to take care of you. I know you meet others. When you do, you will think, does this one take good care of me like Princess do? See? I making sure you not have bad idea of me and now you accuse me of doing wrong!
I feel like crawling into a hole. I was all so high and mighty. I was totally fucking wrong.
I’m sorry. You are right. I didn’t understand. I am a fool! Please forgive me.
You not angry with me, now?
No, Princess, I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with myself for not understanding.
OK, you not know. So maybe we both make mistake. Maybe I should tell you this, so you know. We start over? OK?
Yes, OK.
Good. Time to eat now. Downstairs there is food I think.
I seem to remember that this place does have a complimentary breakfast and so the suggestion makes sense. I’m dressed at this point and so off we go.
Over a breakfast that provides foods I recognize and others that I don’t, Princess wants to know what I want to do today. I honestly haven’t given it any thought and admit as much.
You not be angry with me if I take you to places?
Ah, I see. No, I’ll not be angry. Where should we go?
I think first we go to Intramuros. This the oldest part of Manila. Many tourists go there. Maybe good for you to see it.
And so, after breakfast, I put my hand in Princess’s. She leads and shows me her city. The walled city in the morning, and a huge mall in the afternoon at which, she asks for and I agree to buy her a dress and shoes for the evening’s activities.
I need a cellphone and it seems that there are any number of phone vendors here. Princess assists me in buying one I can use while here. I buy a cheap Nokia unit and a SIM from one of the local outfits. These SIMs are the prepay type. And so I need to buy a load to use it.
After a prolonged and somewhat confusing conversation, I ignore her advice to buy a thirty peso load. Instead, and to her horror, I buy a three hundred peso load instead. With a promo the salesgirl tells me about, it gives me unlimited texting to other phones for thirty days. It may be longer than I’ll stay, but I won’t run out of load while I’m here.
To Princess’s horror, I add enough load to her phone to take advantage of a less expensive promo. She can now text me without eating up her load each time she does it.
And then it’s back to the hotel for a change of clothing before a seafood dinner on Manila bay and a nightclub after that. The fact that I’m not a fan of seafood does come up in conversation and all I get is a look of incredulity. She just can’t fathom it. But I have to admit the shrimp dish I order tastes just great. She has something called tuna belly. Don’t ask me, because I most surely don’t have a clue how a fish can have a belly.
It has been a full and truly enjoyable day. I’m sure that not every day will be filled like this one was. I wonder now how I’ll fill the days to come. Sure, meeting all the gals is great, but what will I do with them other than say hello, feed them and try to fuck them? I have only another day with Princess before I meet another gal here and now I’m getting worried.
Speaking of fucking, I have not even kissed Princess yet when we reenter the hotel room. We have held hands. I held her when we danced. There was no hesitation on her part to put her body next to mine on the dance floor, but that is all that has happened. I’m pretty damned sure nothing happened last night. Yes, she has seen me naked, but I have only seen her clothed. There have been no intimate moments. That is about to change.
She says she wants to show me why she can be the one, in comparison with the others. She has to know that sex is part of it and I think she has just told me that it’s the next thing on the agenda. It may be awkward, but she came to stay in this room with me, so I guess she is willing.
I have been divorced for over twenty years. Sure I have dated a bit, but in truth, there has been precious little in the way of sex for many years. While I know it’s time to see how it is with this gal, I’m having a little pre-performance anxiety.
I hear that kids these days think nothing of ‘hooking up,’ but that was not something my generation ever did.
Still, there’s no time like the present. The longer I put this off, the more awkward it’ll be. And so, now in the room, with the door closed behind us, she turns to me at the same moment I reach out to her. I bring her into my arms.
There’s no hesitation. None. She is tight against me. Her head is tilted up toward me, ready to accept the kiss she is sure comes next. She is right.
My head tilts down. Lips meet lips. Her hands grip my arms. My arms encircle her waist. My hands on the small of her clothed back.
The kiss is soft and does not need to end. Her hands move up to my shoulders. One of my hands finds the back of her head, while the other moves down until it holds her small, firm behind.
There’s no pushback against my hands. There’s a coming tighter to me. Her legs spread just enough to put one of my legs between her two and she pushes her crotch hard against my thigh.
It’s not surrender on her part as much as it’s willing acceptance. This is what she wants. I feel it being communicated to me in so many ways.
One of her hands moves from my shoulders to the back of my head. We are, both of us, taking from the other and giving back.
I don’t think our feet have moved more than a few inches since this mating ritual began. It has lasted a long time. It has not lasted much time at all. There’s so much more that needs to happen. There’s so much that has already been communicated.
I move my hand down from the back of her head and find the zipper of her dress, sliding it down until my hand holding the zipper meets the hand holding her ass.
Moving my hand back up, I find the clasp of her bra and, using a technique that I haven’t used in a couple of decades, I undo the clasp. The only things holding the dress and bra up are her arms as she holds my shoulder and head.
I pull back from her. She allows the clothing to fall to the floor, steps over them and approaches me, not to resume the embrace, but rather to remove my clothes.
She is in her panties and heels.
Ever so carefully, she removes the shirt she ironed this morning and tosses it on an easy chair a few feet from us. Next she unbuckles my belt, unbuttons the top of my jeans, lowers the zipper and then, while grabbing the elastic of the briefs, lowers both to the floor.
She is squatting now while still in her heels. Before she removes the jeans and briefs completely she loosens the laces of my Nikes, removes those prior to removing my briefs, socks and jeans in unison, one leg at a time.
I’m now completely naked and Princess is still squatting in front of me. Her nose is on a level with my manhood, which has seen fit to harden. She leans forward and kisses the very tip of it before taking my cock in one hand and my balls in the other.
Her hands are gentle. She strokes my cock, slowly. There’s no hurry in it. She appears to be enjoying herself. I feel warm, moist breath on my member as the stroking continues.
Now, while she has not broken contact, she is pushing me back toward the bed. And, in a weird fashion, she gets me where she wants me. The backs of my legs are against the mattress.
Princess removes her hand from my balls, reaches for my chest, and pushes. I fall back onto the mattress with Princess’s mouth attached to my cock. It’s quite a performance.
She has her hands on the back of my thighs and my cock is still in her mouth as she urges me higher on the mattress. I get the point and slide up a bit.
I must have gotten far enough because Princess has removed her mouth from my manhood and, having evidently removed her panties and heels in all these doings, climbs up on the mattress and mounts me. My cock is now deep in her cunt.
My worry about my ability to perform is now a nonissue.
I’m fighting the feeling that she is trying to control me. In my world — where I come from — that is the message I’m getting from her. I know what is really happening is, her telling me, she will give me everything and anything I might ever want. Different cultures, different meanings, the same acts. I’m struggling with it.
In the middle of this love making, I’m learning that context is everything. I need to let go of the assumptions I have lived with all my life. This world is different.
But for now, I decide to take control and roll Princess over onto her back. It helps my head and emotional conflict. She doesn’t fight it. She welcomes it and does all she can to encourage me to take her as hard as I wish.
Does she hope for a knowledgeable lover? I’m not sure I fit the bill. I only know straight-ahead fucking. There isn’t a large repertoire of positions and techniques in my head. She isn’t complaining as I charge ahead and pump until I’ll have no choice but to cum. I start to pull off her as I know that the time has arrived when I must cum, but she refuses.
No, Ira! Do not stop! Please! Give it me! Please, Ira! Please!
Well, whether I really wanted to stop or not, I don’t. Princess gets a load of cum deep in her cunt.
This time alarm bells are going off in my head. Why did she fight to get my cum? Is she trying to trap me? Even if she is, I’ll be long gone before she will even know if she is pregnant and I’ll be on the other side of the world. It’s nuts. The likelihood that she, being the first, is going to be the one I really end up with after being with all the other gals, has got to be pretty low.
The lovemaking was great. If she wants cum tomorrow again, I guess I’ll do it again. Still, it’s nuts. I’m wondering, what if all the gals are equally good and willing. How do I know who to choose?
It’s late and I think we are both tired, because we hardly move before falling asleep.
I’m awake. I don’t really think it’s close to morning yet, but I’m awake and my cock is hard. It’s not that my bedmate is the cause. I suspect she is still sound asleep but I start grinding my cock against her hip.
This continues for a few minutes before Princess murmurs, gets onto her back and pulls me on top of her. I push in.
The clock on the nightstand says it’s 2:43.
I’ve been presumptuous, waking her up, so that I could fuck again. I feel a little out of control. It’s like anything I want, I can have. Can that really be true? Or is it only true until her man has been hooked?
As my cock slides in and out of her willing cunt, I start talking to her. I’m sure it’s not what she was expecting or wanting, but I’m an asshole. At least I feel like one right now.
So, and I slam deep into her, what if every one of you is as good, and as willing as you are? What if I can’t make up my mind? How do I pick one to take home? And though I have been pumping in as I have been talking, this last time I truly slam in extra hard as the word ‘home’ comes out of my mouth.
She is grunting as her cunt takes a pounding. She grunts again, before, Then, don’t. Don’t go back. Stay.
Slamming in, as I utter, Huh? Confusion is exactly what I’m feeling and it puts a damper on any chance of an impending cum. What is she saying?
Stay! Stay with us. The pounding continues as her words come between grunts and moans. Be good to us. If we good to you, why you leave? If only me, take me. If more, stay! Love us, Ira. Love us. Just not leave me. Please, keep me with you. Please, Ira. Please. Please.
I’m sure it would have been romantic if I could cum right now, but I can’t. My mind is a muddle of confusion and lust. I pound Princess for a few minutes more before cumming on my own schedule.
Ira?
Huh?
Ira, what I say. It true.
How? How can that be? Why do you think women will want to stay with me as a group?
If you good to us, maybe it is the best thing we can have. Truly. You not know our world, Ira. You not know.
Princess, I like you a lot, but I don’t see any way that will work. I’ll just have to see if one of you stands out better than the rest. That was the plan. It’s what I told you I would be doing. So don’t say you didn’t know.
I know, Ira. You tell the truth. But, I right. You not know our world. … You say you are retired? Correct?
Yeh, so?
So… no real reason to go back if you not want? This true?
Princess, you said it yourself. I don’t know this world. How do you expect me to live here?
You will learn. It OK.
Well, it’s all silly. No gal is going to say, ‘Sure, Ira, we will share you.’
You wrong.
Well, we will never know.
Why?
Because there is no way for me to find out.
There is!
How?
The next one. Maybe she is good too? But maybe not better? OK?
Sure. How does that make it any different?
Tell her. Say, ‘You are good. Same as Princess. There is no way to put you over her but no way to put her over you.’ Ask her, what do she think you should do? She want you to stay here and keep both? See what she say. If she say no, do not keep her. If she say yes, then I am right and we keep her. Do it for each the ones you see. I not think any better than me. Maybe some worse. I do anything you want, always. So how anyone better?
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