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Many years ago I was sent to Cambodia to write a report outlining the scope of foreign aid required to get the country back from the destitution caused by the communist regime. They had nearly bankrupted the country and starved the people.
I spent nearly two months travelling the countryside, visiting many remote villages. Many people were so poor they were selling their young daughters into prostitution. Thai men recruiting for brothels roamed the countryside looking for bargains on girls they could acquire cheaply and force into lifetime of prostitution.
In one village I visited, I was mistaken for a recruiter and a poor farmer approached my driver with a very young girl for sale. She appeared to be 9 or 10 years old, but I know now she was a couple of years older. She had a special beauty which caught my attention immediately. She was short with long black hair and fairer skin than most villagers in the area. Her figure seemed slight under the oversize peasant 'pajamas' she wore.
At first I refused, and attempted to correct the mistake. But my driver, who was a kind older man with a family of his own, pointed out to me that if I did not agree to give the farmer money in exchange for his daughter, Thai pimps surely would. I asked him the price and it turned out to be only a couple of days of my aid workers modest salary. The people in this area were so desperately poor. I haggled a bit out of principle, and then handed him a few notes of local currency.
Immediately I began to have second thoughts, but it was too late. And to be honest there was something about this girl I found quite appealing. Before going further I should tell you a little about myself.
At the time I was in my late 20s. I had known from early puberty that I was interested only in girls sexually, not in men at all. I had some affairs with classmates in High School also with a couple of older women, including my French teacher Miss Simard. At University I dived into the gay women's scene on campus. I broke some hearts and had my own heart broken.
After graduation I began teaching primary school. In Canada this is normally to Grade 8 or age 13. I was assigned a class of grade 6 students. Jennifer Siegler was in my class. She was a stunning looking 11 year old girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face so pretty and innocent, she could pass for an angel. From the first day of school Jennifer develope a crush on me. She was bright and very articulate for her age, and I was smitten. I really fell in love with this precocious young girl.
I am 5'7" with brown hair and fairly unassuming 34B breasts. Not much of a looker, but I did OK, especially with very femme ladies, as I could be quite a 'butch' if I wanted. Jennifer quickly had me under her spell � it is possible she had an instinct for my sexuality. Very soon she had persuaded me to give her extra 'private' lessons in my home. Before long we were kissing and I was fondling her budding breasts and squeezing her tiny nipples. In no time at all I had her school tartan skirt up around her waist, her undies down to her knees and I was licking her beautiful pubescent slit like there was no tomorrow.
I will never forget the taste of her, tart yet sweet like only a child's cunt can taste. I will for the rest of my life compare all other pussies to Jennifer's. And when it was her turn and she began to lap at my hairy bush, it was as if she had been born to please me with her tongue.
If it seems too good to be true, it usually is. I guess neither of us, and especially sweet Jennifer, were discreet enough. Jennifer's parents and the school got word of our illicit lesbian relationship. In the interests of everyone's reputation (except mine of course) I was allowed to resign quietly with a promise never to teach again in Canada, and the law was not involved. I immediately left the country and began my career in Foreign Aid which I am still doing some 25 years later.
Back to Cambodia and the young girl I had saved from prostitution. The driver told me her name was Lani which is Cambodian for sky. My knowledge of the local language was almost non-existent, just a few phrases. I began to ponder what I was going to do with her when she reappeared with a small wrapped bundle. My driver told her to get in the jeep and we left the village. No one came to see her off and she accepted that with oriental stoicism.
The girl was quiet on the trip to town. When we arrived there my first impulse was to give Lani her freedom. I asked my driver to translate for me as I patiently explained to her that she was now free to do whatever she liked. I pushed a handful of Cambodian bills in her hand and said she could have the money and I would drop her off in town.
"Please tell her she is free." I asked my driver.
The driver, bless his soul, tried to argue with me. But I was adamant.
"Just tell her what I said." I ordered him.
At first Lani looked at him uncomprehending. When he repeated what I ordered him the poor girl's face sunk, first in dismay, then fear. Her pretty young Asian features broke into a mass of tears. She fell to her knees, covered her face and began sobbing. I should have expected this reaction but I was young enough that I did not.
At this point the driver said to me:
"Miss I think you make a big mistake. This girl have no home now. Only with you. Family no want her. You now must look after her."
I had not bargained for this. What for me was an impulsive act of charity had turned into a huge problem. My driver, thank goodness, proposed a possible solution:
"Miss, you look after girl now. Later you find her good home. Me help you ok."
"How long do you think I need to keep her with me?"
"Don't know Miss. Not long. Maybe one week. Two maybe." he said. "Can me tell girl now, so she not sad?"
I agreed reluctantly. But I was worried we had gotten off to a bad start. How could I look after her if she was going to hate me?
As best as I can tell my dear driver managed to straighten things out. Lani stopped crying, stood up and folded her hands in traditional Cambodian thanks. For a minute I was concerned she might fall to the ground and kiss my feet. Instead I had my wits about me and took her by the hand, looked her in the eye and said, as sincerely as I could:
"Lani. I will take care of you. I will make sure that no harm comes to you." I asked the driver to translate. And with misgivings I asked him to drive us to the Guesthouse where I had planned to spend the night.
I dismissed the driver for the night and checked into my Guesthouse. Lani followed me into the room. Even though it was basic to me, to her it was luxurious beyond magining. I led her to the bathroom and motioned to the shower. She looked at it confused, and I sensed she needed some help. I turned on the shower and indicated she should get undressed. She just stared at me blankly.
It had been a long day; I was tired, dirty and sticky. I lost patience and began to disrobe myself for the shower. I stripped off my t-shirt, and sports bra. My boobs are pretty small but I have been told by those I care about they are sexy. My skin is light but my nipples are dark brown and large by comparison. I leaned over and removed my boots, pulled off my trousers and underpants in one movement. My hairy bush hadn't been trimmed in over a month and its thick dark hair was flat and matted by the heat and by my sweat.
Lani stood staring at me. I guessed she had never seen a western woman naked before. Losing patience I began to undress her. She remained passive and did not resist. Her jacket and pajama trousers came off easily. She was wearing nothing underneath. Naked she seemed a lot smaller and slighter than when she was dressed. She was so young and thin she had barely developed a woman's shape. Her ivory skin had a luminescent quality to it and I found her very pretty in a waif-like fashion. Her breasts were small bumps and her nipples barely larger than a boy's, but were very dark, brown. Her long black hair hung straight down her back. Her cute ivory coloured little slit was completely hairless and quite visible as her thin legs left a noticeable gap below.
I tore my eyes away from her sex and turned on the shower, stepped in and pulled Lani in with me. The shower pressure was not very strong. We had to stand close to each other in order to both properly rinse. Our bodies touched and it felt electric to me. She was so short her face was level with my breasts. When one of my large brown nipples pushed into her eye, I laughed and she giggled slightly. It was the first time I had seen her smile. I find the innocence of young girls on the cusp of womanhood irresistible. That is my weakness, and the reason I was here in this dirty little town in Cambodia instead of teaching in a clean suburban school back home.
I relaxed and used the soap to lather and wash Lani. She had a bit of a smell of the village on her body and in her hair and I wanted to wash it off. I gave her a business-like washing, though I made a point of soaping and rinsing between her legs and between the cheeks of her small shapely bottom. When I was satisfied she was clean, I indicated she should wash me. She began to very tentatively soap and rinse me all over, getting more comfortable as she proceeded. She even gave my ass and pussy the same attention I had given hers. While she cleaned my slit her finger accidently slipped in between my lips and touched my clitoris. I moaned softly at the welcome attention and Lani stared at me wide-eyed.
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He lay there in heaven as Marta sucked his cock. He
couldn't take it much longer the intensity of her
mouth work was driving him on and he was about to
lose control. Her luscious mouth was working him
over like no girl had ever done before.

'God! It felt so good,' he thought.

Jason was glad that he'd come along with his
friends to Tijuana. He'd never been over the
Mexican border before and had been apprehensive at
first. The stories about people getting in trouble
with the Mexican police had made him hesitant.

But now with this hot little Mexican chick sucking
him off like a pro he was glad he had taken the
chance. Jason was a virgin and this was the first
time someone other than himself had given him
pleasure. And what pleasure it was.

Robin, Tom and he had cut school on Friday and
Robin had driven them down in his mini-van. They'd
stayed over night at the El Paso Motel, one of
those border town places that cost $15.99 a night
with all the hookers you could want. In Tijuana you
could get a blowjob for $20 or for $30 you could
get the real thing.

Jason was satisfied with a little face. He had to
be because after his share of the room and gas he
only had $20 left. This girl Marta had knocked on
their door along with two other girls and had
offered themselves to the "handsome gringos" for a
price of course.

Tom and Robin had gone with the other two to do
some more drinking and partying. They'd been to
Tijuana before and wanted to get the whole
experience. But this was Jason's first time and he
wanted to get whatever he could from Marta right
away. He'd lied to her, telling her that he'd give
her $20 up front for a blowjob and that "after"
if she let him fuck her, he'd "then" give her
another $20.

She had looked at him with suspicion at first, but
then told him in broken English that she would do
it, but if he tried to cheat her, he would regret
it.

Jason being a little bit of a smart ass, someone
who was always just a little bit in trouble --
figured that, hey, what could she do about it after
the fact? She couldn't make him take his cum back
now could she? And besides he was bigger than her
and could throw her out of the room and lock the
door if she put up too much of a fuss.



So there he was, getting his very first blowjob and
loving it. Marta was an expert; she'd given
hundreds of gringos' oral sex before. She couldn't
even remember anymore how many times she'd sucked a
man off, or been fucked for that matter. She didn't
really care either. Fucking was still fun for the
teenage girl and she still liked a good stiff cock,
especially the young Americans. At least they were
usually clean, and besides they had the money and
paid more than her own countrymen could.

She gently grasped Jason's nuts and started to
squeeze them in time to the rhythm of her bobbing
head. Occasionally she would run her teeth against
the underside of his cock-head, then sink down,
tight-lipped onto his shaft, sucking as she pulled
back off him. Marta knew that it would only be a
matter seconds now, she could tell by the boy's
tense body and this ragged breathing that he was
ready.

Jason groaned and his body bucked. Marta's efforts
were rewarded with a hot sticky blast of boy cum
shooting between her sucking lips. She knew how to
swallow, how to take a man's cum and look good
doing it. Marta looked up at the boy she was
blowing and saw that he was lost in his pleasure a
look of ecstasy on his handsome face -- head thrown
back and eyes closed.

Marta kept the friction up continuing to bob her
head, taking all of the cum he had to offer. After
a few intense moments Jason's body slumped back
onto the bed and he rolled away from Marta,
pulling his sensitive manhood out of her mouth.

She swallowed the remainder of the gringo's cum
making a show of it as he watched her with
interest. It was only a minute or so before he had
recovered and rolled back to her and began to
fondle her naked tits.

Marta knew what he wanted and laid back to let him
get his rocks off in her. She wasn't going to
insist that this boy wear a condom. Marta knew that
he was a virgin and since her pimp had had her
tubes tied when she first started out at 12, she
didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.

Jason on his part didn't know any better and
without a worry in the world climbed between the
young whore's legs. He awkwardly fumbled with his
dick trying to find her pussy hole until Marta took
over for him and guided him into her.

Once Jason felt the slick hot moistness against the
head of his dick instinct took over and he sank
into the little prostitute with a moan of pleasure.
As he felt her cunt-walls adjusting to his thrust,
he monetarily held himself deep in her, thinking
to himself that this was the best feeling he'd ever
experienced in his life.

Even though the teenage boy had just cum in
Marta's mouth only a few minutes before, the
wonderful sensations that her hot little cunt hole
was giving him as he thrust again and a again
deeper and deeper into her, were brining him
quickly to the point of no return again.

Marta lay underneath the humping boy, listening to
him breathe raggedly as he increased his pace.
She'd been in this position so many times before
but it always made her feel sexy when a man started
to pound her like this, so out of control, so much
like a rutting beast. Knowing that this gringo boy
was losing his virginity with her made the
experience just that much better.

When he thrust one last time and ground himself
against her pussy and his body went ridged on top
of her she knew that he was cumming. Marta started
to rub her pubic bone against his and as the boy
drained himself into the little prostitute she
found gratification in an impromptu orgasm of her
own. 'That was a bonus,' she thought to herself
with satisfaction.

Finally Jason was done spurting and lay on top of
the naked girl gasping for breath. He felt
wonderfully numb; the blood was rushing through his
head making that "ocean wave" sound that only good
sex creates. (His first experience with this
wonderful feeling.) But soon as all good things do,
it was over -- and he started to worry how this
girl would take the fact that she'd just put out
for him for free.

He'd known that the time would come when he would
have to face her and admit that he didn't have any
more cash. Jason rolled off the girl and said,
"Damn woman, that was one good fuck!"

Marta looked quietly back at the American and just
smiled. She knew that he'd enjoyed himself and
hoped that he would be grateful enough to give her
a tip. Then as the boy spoke again her face turned
red and she jumped up screaming at him in Spanish.

"Hey baby, I really appreciated that, it was just
great of you. I only wish I had the $20 that I
promised you, but I'm broke, really. Besides you
enjoyed it as much as I did so what's the harm?"

Marta yelled at the gringo boy for another minute
in Spanish then realized that he hadn't understood
a word she'd said. She changed into broken English,
"You fucking Puta, you asshole, you gonna get
fucked for real if you don't pay me. Fuck you
asshole, you get beat up you don't pay me for your
fucking. You bastard!"

All the while Jason was dressing and once she had
switched to English and he understood what she was
saying he got mad and after putting on his pants
and throwing on his shirt he walked over to the
small hooker and grasped her by the arm and said,
"Listen you little bitch, don't fucking swear at
me. Get the fuck out of here before I decide to
fuck you again."

He pulled the still naked young woman to the door,
opened it and thrust her out onto the pavement of
the parking lot. Marta screamed at him the whole
time, standing there beating on his door. She kept
yelling as he threw her clothing outside onto the
ground at her feet and slammed the door in her
face.



Later that evening Tom and Robin stooped by the
motel to pick up Jason. They had plans to get some
late night partying done before they had to head
back to the states the next morning.

"I'm fresh outta cash guys," Jason said.

Robin said, "No problem man, I'll cover it. There's
a party down on Sequa Street that's been going on
for days and there's lots of senioritis there just
waiting for three handsome American men to show
them a good time."

Jason, now that he'd "proven" his manhood wanted to
try it again and this sounded like a great
opportunity. They all headed down the street to the
bar on Sequa Street.

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