Cummy on Tummy (Part #2)

This is a continuation of "Cummy on Tummy": A group of 45 young engineers working in Cambodia fight boredom with group trips to a brothel with unique rewards,

Author’s Note: This is a follow-up to my story “Cummy on Tummy”. You are strongly advised to read the original in its entirety, but here’s a brief summary of it…

In 1994, an enthusiastic team of 45 recent engineering graduates from an unspecified North American university is hired by the new Cambodian government to help “rebuild the nation” as it struggles to recover from years of destructive communism and internal terrors. The young men, who are housed together in something akin to an army barracks, enjoy their work, each other’s company, and the local people they encounter. However, they do suffer from excessive boredom during their weekend spare time. A helpful interpreter named C.J. suggests a bus trip to one of the many brothels in a nearby town to alleviate it. The sex-starved group readily agrees! To limit the number of pregnancies, this brothel has a special rule/bonus system: If a client ejaculates anywhere other than inside his hooker’s vagina, he gets (via a token) a 50 percent refund of the $10 fee he paid for his 60 minutes of pleasure. The first Saturday the group goes to the Cummy on Tummy brothel, 43 of the 45 engineers manage to abide by the rule and are rewarded appropriately. The entire group eagerly awaits another trip there the following Saturday. Eddie Nelson, one of the engineers, provides the first-person narration for the story.

Part One

With little else to talk about besides work-related matters, I and the other 44 engineers mostly passed the hours speaking fondly of our adventure to the Cummy on Tummy brothel the previous Saturday. The girls who wore ID numbers 2, 6, 14, and 19 received excessive praise and strong recommendations from their satisfied customers. Amusingly, everyone jotted down those numbers in their personal notepads.

For almost all of us, it had been our first visit to a whorehouse. (For a few who did not readily admit it, it was their first sexual experience ever—paid for or otherwise!) Regardless, Saturday could not come fast enough! Our anticipation was so great that we even had translator C.J. conduct his lottery on Thursday to see who would be in which wave of 15 customers to get laid first. One of the engineers, Harold Benson, commented it was reminiscent and the equivalent of the draw for the World Cup soccer tournament to determine which country was in which group. We all laughed—but we all agreed!

This time fate gave me the fourth choice in the second wave. It really made no difference to me. Although I loved bedding the lovely, affectionate and sexually skillful Girl #6 on my first visit to Cummy on Tummy, I was planning on choosing a different girl on Saturday just for the sake of variety. In fact, I was trying to visualize the ideal body type I wanted on my chosen girl the second time around.

The 45 of us eagerly awaited the bus to arrive for us early on Saturday afternoon. We had all made a point of dressing and grooming ourselves as best as possible to leave a good impression on both the working girls and the brothel’s management. We did not want to be perceived as unkempt, foreign, horny pigs—even though the foreign part was undeniable and the horny pig part was very true to a certain degree. After a 25-minute ride on a rutty dirt road, our bus pulled up to the front door of the Cummy on Tummy brothel. A loud cheer from the anxious passengers erupted. Anticipation was about to become reality—again—and we were thrilled to pay $10 apiece for it.

The previous Saturday I had the luxury of having the first pick of the 20 or so girls who were seated on a platform. I had chosen a petite, young and busty specimen of Cambodian womanhood for an hour of less-than-wholesome fun. This Saturday I had decided to choose a girl who was completely different. I fancied a leggy, slender type. Her boob size didn’t really matter to me in this case. Asian girls are typically small, so I wondered if any such girl could be found among those on today’s roster.

This time there were 18 girls to choose from. Fifteen of them were occupied with the first wave of horny engineers. Of course, the four girls who were recommended for their sexual prowess based on our previous outing to Cummy on Tummy were all selected early in the process. This left three of them unselected for the first hour of our group’s visit.

My desire was met quickly when I saw Girl #18 seated on a chair in the back row. She was one of the three hookers who were not chosen in the first wave. She was wearing a one-piece light blue bathing suit. I suspected she was taller than the average employee, so I asked the manager to ask the girl to stand up and take a few steps. She was indeed svelte and leggy. Perfect! If she wasn’t taken by any of the first three engineers in the second round, she would certainly be my choice. She wasn’t…so she was!

After the first wave had completed their carnal business—and received their tokens if they had earned them by not coming inside their bedmates’ pussies—the brothel’s diligent clean-up crew swiftly changed the bedsheets in all 15 rooms and tidied up whatever else they could in preparation for the eager second wave of randy engineers. Not surprisingly, Girl #6 was taken first, followed by #19 and #14. Then it was my turn to choose. My close friend Anthony, who had the fifth choice, expected that I would follow the scouting report and pick #2. He was thrilled when I opted for #18 instead. He whispered to me, “Eddie, you’re a damn fool for bypassing Girl #2. She’s a doll and apparently gives blowjobs to die for. Thanks for leaving her for me!”

“That’s alright, I have high hopes for mine,” I explained. “She looks a bit like someone I knew from back home.”

Indeed, Girl #18 somewhat resembled the very first girlfriend I ever had. When I was 11, I was smitten with a classmate named Fiona Wilson. She was leggy, thin and had no figure at all. I liked her mostly because of her winning personality: She was smart and funny. During our brief, unsatisfactory romance, we had a couple of sort-of dates where I met Fiona once in the lobby of a movie theater and once at a newfangled video game parlor. I think we kissed twice just to experience the sensation. That was the extent of our physical contact. It was a little bit weird, but some 13 years later I intended to rectify that lack of sexual intimacy I experienced in the sixth grade by thoroughly fucking a rented Cambodian gal who looked only slightly like Fiona Wilson.

Girl #18 took me by the hand, as was the protocol at Cummy on Tummy, and led me to a vacant room. By chance, it was directly across the hallway from the room where I had such a good time ravishing Girl #6 seven days earlier. Although her English was almost non-existent, I got the impression that, after unhappily sitting out the first wave of engineers, Girl #18 was going to reward me for choosing her so early in the second wave.

She quickly undressed me, starting with my trousers, and I was pleased to let her do it. She kissed the tip of my semi-erect penis before unbuttoning my shirt—which was a sexy touch, indeed. Then Girl #18 knelt down and proceeded to suck on my manhood with great vigor. She had an unusual and very pleasing style for performing fellatio. She used both her hands to caress my testicles while taking my shaft as deep as she possibly could into every part of her mouth. It was actually fascinating to watch her in action. My aroused dick would first cause her left cheek to bulge, and then her right cheek, and then she’d take it to the back of her mouth—all without using her hands on it. I thought for a moment about what Anthony had said about the alleged blowjob skills possessed by Girl #2. I figured there was no way that trollop could be superior in delivering the service I was getting from Girl #18. No hooker on the planet could!

I reluctantly pulled my rod from her mouth just for a moment so Girl #18 could get out of her tight-fitting bathing suit. Just like Fiona was at age 11, Girl #18 was almost flat-chested, but I didn’t care. She had won me over with her sensational oral skills. Anything else was merely a bonus. I couldn’t resist the temptation to suck on the nipples of her very small breasts, but just for about a minute. I was no fool. I sensibly let Girl #18 continue with her world-class blowjob on me.

This time she licked my shaft rather than suck on it. Her tongue and lips also descended to my balls to pleasure them. “My god, you have some talent!” I blurted with satisfaction. “She probably did not understand the specific meaning of my statement, but she definitely knew she was being complimented because a huge smile swiftly engulfed her face. Until that moment, I really had not noticed how genuinely pretty she was.

I had to get to the business of fucking Girl #18 before I ejaculated from the pleasurable effects of her terrific blowjob. “Time for a fuck!” I said with delight. She understood that phrase well enough and took her place on the mattress, spreading her legs in a most accommodating way. I rubbed her pussy just for a few seconds before shoving my throbbing dick inside it. It was heavenly and surprisingly tight for a professional gal’s pussy. (It occurred to me that a lot of her customers would lose their loads via fellatio long before they could ever be in a position to fuck her. Had her English been better I would have asked her about that!

I was enthralled by the sensation. I nearly forgot about the brothel’s special incentive until my bedmate softly muttered, “Cummy on tummy, please, mister.”

That comment jolted me back into reality. “Oh, yes! Of course!” I answered. I quickly pulled my shaft out of her pussy and, in the nick of time, fired a load of jism that filled her navel and the square foot of her tall torso that surrounded it. What a blast! It felt absolutely divine. “Thank you, Fiona!” I said without thinking. I really did have my old girlfriend somewhere in the back of my mind while I was merrily screwing Girl #18.

“You do big cum shot, mister—and not in pussy. Good man! You get one token back,” Girl #18 informed me.

I was tired from the exertion that typically follows such a huge ejaculation, but I knew what I wanted next from my sex partner. My phallus had a few drips of cum dangling from it, so I figured Girl #18 might as well do what she did best. I shifted to the center of the mattress, pointed at my dick and said, “More licks, please!” In case she did not understand my naughty request, I stuck my tongue out and simulated a licking motion. Girl #18 complied instantly and without complaint, lapping up my cum like a champion. She was also more than willing to swallow some of my goo that was liberally splattered on her torso. She playfully scooped a long strand with her finger and let it slide into her mouth. Just as playfully, I gave her a round of applause for her obvious enthusiasm. Cummy on Tummy was such a fun place to spend a Saturday afternoon!

I had developed quite a fond feeling for this girl—just as I had for Girl #6 the previous Saturday. Sure, they were hookers and paid to do what they do, but they both seemed to have “gone the extra mile” to please me sexually. How could I choose one over the other for my bedmate the following Saturday? Of course, I was already assuming a bus trip to the Cummy on Tummy brothel was going to be a weekend tradition for the 45 lonely, horny engineers from the barracks for as long as we were under contract in Cambodia. I had not mentioned this to anyone, but I was strongly considering hiring a driver to take me there and back on Wednesday nights, too.

I spent the first 20 of the remaining 40 minutes of my hour with Girl #18 just warmly embracing her and fondling her undersized breasts. (They were cute but perky little things.) Finally, she asked me, “No more fucking for you today, mister?”

“Well, if you insist,” I replied with a smile. Like I had with Girl #6 the previous Saturday, I finished off my sexual romp by fucking Girl #18 from behind from a kneeling position. I was pleased by how deeply I could penetrate her when she stuck her bum in the air. The sexy, rhythmic smacking sound of my groin colliding with her ass cheeks got me more than aroused. I got a little bit rough by my standards and gave her a very thorough pounding.

“Mister…” she began to say, but I anticipated what she was going to tell me, so I interrupted her.

“I know. I have to cummy on tummy, right?”

Unlike my second cum shot with Girl #6, this time I took the house rule very literally. I pulled out of Girl #18’s pussy, gently rolled her over onto her back, and promptly shot another load of cum—considerably smaller than the first one—onto the area between her navel and her wet vagina.

“Good man!” she complimented me, presumably for abiding by the brothel’s protocol. Then she swallowed another large dollop of my sperm just for the fun of it. “Your cum taste really good, mister,” she announced. “That means you are healthy man.”

I had never heard anything like that before. When I later mentioned it to my exhausted and satisfied colleagues during our bus ride home, none of them had ever heard such a thing, either. But they all envied my good fortune for having chosen such an enthusiastic girl to screw.

After I got dressed and walked back to the waiting room where the third wave was about to make their individual hooker selections, I excitedly offered my version of a public-service announcement to all and sundry. “Guys, listen to me! I have a number to add to the list of preferred girls here. Take Girl #18! Yeah, she’s flat-chested, but she’s absolutely fabulous for blowjobs! Trust me on this! You’ll thank me later!

I wasn’t believed by the first six engineers who chose either more attractive hookers, or the four who had gotten such positive reviews from the previous Saturday. Walter McConnell had the next selection. He prided himself on preferring overly busty girls as bedmates. However, he looked at me for assurance, and I nodded vigorously while saying, “Believe me, Walter, pick Girl #18. You’ll love what she does! It’s amazing!”

Although it ran contrary to his natural instincts, he took my advice and chose her seventh in the third wave. I can’t be totally certain of it, but I thought I could hear Walter’s happy but muffled voice from behind the closed door of the room where Girl #18 had taken him. I believe he declared, “God almighty! You’re unbelievably good at that!” It was nearly a verbatim match to what I had said to Girl #18 an hour earlier when she was so skillfully stimulating my stiff dick in her mouth.

I must have heard correctly, as a giddy Walter did thank me profusely 60 minutes later. He openly laughed at the six engineers ahead of him who foolishly dismissed my sage advice. However, none of them were complaining about their personal choices in the slightest. Like the previous Saturday, a good time was had by all. This time all 45 engineers pulled out in time and got a token returned.

That meant that 43 of us now had two tokens—and we could redeem them for a free fuck the following Saturday at the famous Cummy on Tummy brothel, the greatest entertainment venue in all of Cambodia. We could hardly wait.