Chapter 1: Meeting Emily and Jovie

The following story begins in 2019 in Puerto Galera. My name is Jack, and I’ve been living in the Philippines for a few years. A friend, Sven, a Finn, asked me to manage his hotel for two months while he was away, as he had to go to Finland where he was undergoing surgery. The beachfront property consists of seventeen bungalows and a central pavilion where the restaurant and sari-sari (minimarket) are located. A small swimming pool surrounded by straw huts completes the decor. His girlfriend, Emily, 32, cooks and serves guests in the main pavilion and at the pool. Jovie, a fifteen-year-old orphan, is the housekeeper, and Sven confided in me that she’s an excellent and insatiable cocksucker.

So I moved into the room above the restaurant, which has a beautiful terrace overlooking the pool. Sven explained a few details about the daily routine before he left. I met Jovie during dinner.

The next day, Sven hadn’t even boarded the plane yet, but his girlfriend Emily was with me behind the bar, giving me a blowjob, practically in full view of the customers sitting by the pool. She started by telling me she was happy I was there to manage the establishment. Then the conversation turned to Sven, and she told me he hardly ever touched her anymore, but preferred young Jovie to empty his balls. She came to join me behind the bar.

She kneels in front of me and unzips my pants. I watch without saying a word. She takes out my cock and moves it a few times, telling me she finds it beautiful. She brings her mouth to my cock against her hungry lips. She slowly sticks out her tongue to taste the precum from the tip of this waiting treat. She grabs it at the base. She slaps herself in the face with it, and I love it and get even harder. She then wraps her lips around the head, sucking lightly and swirling her tongue around the head. Suddenly, she pushes my cock further into her mouth. All the way down, to the base. She begins to bob her head up and down aggressively and passionately. Saliva completely fills her mouth, spitting and dripping down her chin, then trickles down to her chest, lightly coating her small, bikini-clad breasts.

I decide to take control and pound her face. Both hands grip the hair at the back of her head. I pin her between me and the bar counter. Beating my thick cock against her face, I continue to ravish her hungry mouth. Gulps of choking, wet sounds, and soft moans escape her mouth. I stop to give her a second’s respite, but the intense stimulation overload is too much. So I resume possessing her pretty, wet, messy face. Harder and harder, faster and faster, I concentrate on cumming with my hot, creamy load. Just at the point of no return, I grip her hair tighter and force myself deep inside her mouth. I come and fill her mouth with my hot cream, but I pull back completely to gaze at her pretty, ruined face. After this intense delight, I tell her to continue, licking gently. She catches her breath, rewarding me with a wide smile. If Jovie is insatiable, Emily is just as much. She plays with my cock for several minutes, not wasting a drop, but a customer who has entered the pavilion interrupts us. “Um, we’ll continue later if you like!” she said to me.

Later that afternoon, Jovie, having visited almost all the rooms, came back with a cart full of towels and bed sheets. There are two washing machines in the back room. She was wearing shorts made of a fabric that hugged her buttocks like a second skin and a short T-shirt that only covered her shoulders and chest. Her slit was clearly visible; I had a sudden erection watching her arrive. I went to help her load the washing machines. I watched her and, for a second, caught a glimpse of her breasts under the T-shirt as she bent over. We had a chat, and she noticed I was staring at her. She was also looking at me shyly. Finally, she told me not to start the second machine because there was one more room to clean and the sheets to change. She turned on her heel and walked towards the second bungalow, that of Mr. Jack, a Canadian in his fifties who rents by the month. He’s been there since returning from Canada last October.

Thirty minutes later, looking towards the bungalow, I saw Mr. Jack sitting on his balcony, and Jovie was on her knees in front of him, clearly sucking him off. I could see his movements through the railing. He saw me and gave me a thumbs-up!