I fucked a chick with a very stinky pussy

I have been writing about my life of constant travel and sex here for going on 10 years. Sometimes it might seem like I am bragging or gloating. But I swear that’s not the case.

I started out by documenting my journey for my friends back home. They couldn’t believe some of the stuff I was telling them about stuff like getting $3 blowjobs and banging the cheapest prostitutes in the world. So I had to break it down.

Back then email was still the main method of communicating. At least for me and my pals. At some point I got tired of writing out individual emails and decided to just start posting some of my stories on a website. Well a decade later here we are. I am not proud of all the stuff I’ve done. But I am not necessarily ashamed either. As they say in New York: “It is what it is.”

That’s definitely the case with this story. I fucked a chick with a terribly bad smelling twat. Not just once either. I did it over and over. For weeks. Bareback. Like I said, I am not proud of all my activities. But they are my activities nonetheless. So let’s talk about them.

Adventure inside an adventure

Part of the fun of traveling comes from exploring. I like to explore even when I am retreading old paths. That’s how I keep it exciting. There are some countries I like to visit more than others. Most of them are in southeast Asia. Don’t ask me why. The real answer is the women. But I also like the pace of life, the lower stress levels, the prices, and the fact that I am taller than everyone else.

Anyway on this particular trip I was in Cambodia on a 3 month stint. Nowadays I like to get away from the big city and out in the countryside. You can find hookers everywhere in Cambodia too. Even in small villages there will be some massage parlors and KTVs.

I was in one of these small areas that you never heard of. I did end up there for any particular reason. It was between Phnom Penh and Kampong Thom. I stopped there once. I decided to stop there again this time and stay for a while.

The first night there I left my hotel and took a ride to an area with some massage shops. These weren’t the 10,000 Riel places where you get robbed. They were just regular $6 massage parlors. Complete with air conditioners and doors on the rooms.

How I met the stink pot

Massage is big in southeast Asia. It’s normal for men and women to get massages on a regular basis. A lot of dudes will even roll out of a bar on a late night and take a nap while a chick rubs his shoulder for a few bucks. In other words, it’s my kind of culture.

So it was that I rolled into a place called “Blue Massage”. Yes the name was in English. Even though we were in a small town with no foreigners. One thing about Cambodia is that the locals really do seem to like foreigners. And many of them can speak at least some English. Some can speak a lot of English. Contrast this to Vietnam or Thailand where English is harder to come by.

Anyway I rolled in to Blue at about 8:30 PM. There were 4 girls sitting in wicker chairs staring at their phones. They looked up when I came in. I asked for a massage. They looked stunned for a few seconds. Then a really skinny short one stood up and said “okay sir” with a big smile. Off we went to the room.

I wouldn’t know it at the time. But this chick and her stinky vag would end up being my main source of orgasm for the next few weeks. At the time I just sat back on the floor mat and let her rub me down.

Getting into bed

About half way through the massage I rolled over on her request. At this point I opened my eyes and looked up. She was staring at me and smiling. I figured it might be time to get a happy ending. But it wasn’t. She just wanted to chat. And since I blow so many loads I was fine with that.

This girl wasn’t a stunner or anything. But she was far from ugly too. Since I never let a chance for pussy to pass me by I did my best to charm her. By the end I had her phone number so we could text back and forth. Her English was as good as my Khmer. So we could communicate decently between the two of us.

After I left I started texting her. We went back and forth for a couple of days. On day three I asked her out to eat. She said yes and I picked her up from Blue Massage when it closed at 11:00 PM. We ate some street food then I started complaining about my arm. It was still a bit sore since I got tennis elbow from fapping weeks earlier. Of course I didn’t tell her that was how I hurt myself. It didn’t matter.

This sweet little thing offered to massage me. I wasn’t expecting it. Since she totally avoided my dick and ball area during our official massage, I figured she was probably a good girl. Maybe I was wrong. Because I asked where we could do that. She said, “let’s go to your room.”

The first fuck was not the last fuck

We headed into my hotel and to the room. She turned on the TV and told me to get in the bed. I took my shirt off and worked my arm and shoulder with something similar to Tiger Balm. It felt pretty good but everything remained on the up and up. Nothing sexual. I still wasn’t even in sex mode. I was just enjoying the experience.

After a while she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. Inspired, I came up behind her and started kissing her neck. She smiled and said “Bong, I like that.” I was as good as in.

We started kissing more. I striped her down. Then I took off my own clothes. We ended up standing in the shower washing each other’s body. Then we went to the bed. She was in her late 20’s. Very short and petite. Literally no tits at all. Just nipples on a flat chest. And a small ass. I learned that she was married before. But then she found out the guy was already married with kids in another province. She had been single since. And horny.

So we went to the bed and I started boning her. She was dripping wet with a really tight snatch that made me believe her story of only having the one guy. But as I pumped I started to smell something terrible. It was almost like a faint odor of rotten garbage.

I couldn’t stop

I was already in bareback and I knew this could be a sign of an STI or something. But I kept on trooping through it. Don’t ask me why. I am a horny guy. Maybe even to my own detriment. After a few minutes I pulled out and jizzed all over her stomach and flat chest. She seemed amazed by the load. She actually ran her fingers through it for quite a while. Meanwhile I was in the shower scrubbing my dick and nuts and hoping for the best.

The next day I expected to have a drippy dick. Nothing happened. After a few days I took a trip back to Phnom Penh and got an STD test. Everything was clean. The girl was still texting me so I finally started answering her when I got back to town. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her pussy stank. And when she asked to come over after work, I said okay.

This went on for weeks. She would come over after work every day. Sometimes she’d bring me food. I would fuck her multiple times. She smelled fine. Until I stuck my cock in. As soon as we were done fucking, the smell went away. I never figured out what was going on. I think I somehow blocked it all out.

I even started doing a kind of hands free cum shot I saw on Porn Hub with her. I’d fuck her for a while missionary. Then when it was time to nut I would pull my cock out but not touch it. The orgasm was intense and I’d spray a big load. Next I’d put my cock near her mouth and she’d suck off any remaining splooge. Then I would put it back in. I’d fuck again until I was going to jizz. Pull out, squirt, have her lick it off, and repeat. One night I managed to do this four times without stopping.

Through pure inertia I just kept repeating this madness night and night. Even though the smell was honestly one of the worst things I’ve ever encountered. The girl was so sweet. And every morning I woke up with a dick that was hard.

Finally my visa was due to expire. I told her goodbye. She asked if I would be back. I said I would. But I wasn’t sure when. Then I headed back down to Phnom Penh to catch a flight out of the country. I ended up back in Bangkok where I got another test just to be safe. My cock was still clean. Though that smell may be burnt into my memory for life.