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Precious Purchase - chapter 1
Date: 2/3/2024, Categories: Fiction Interracial, Male / Female Teens, Prostitution, Author: Limnophile
- The city clerk looked up from his computer and said, “Yes, ID valid. She born that day.” He pointed to the date on the card. “Eighteen year, two month old.” I was nearing thirty-five myself but threw my hands skyward and gleefully bounced up and down. “YES! YES! Thank you!” Dozens of people stared at the big silly American making a fool of himself, as I blushed and meekly suppressed my joy. Unlike the weather outside, the brief embarrassment did little to dampen my spirits. - ONE HOUR EARLIER - I’d just finished a long work assignment in Southeast Asia and returned to my hotel. I took out my laptop and eagerly tried booking a flight home. I sighed in disappointment. All planes were grounded for at least two days because of the monsoon weather. I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water in my face. When I glanced in the mirror I remembered my strawberry-blonde hair and size were quite unusual, especially on a steamy tropical island a few hundred miles from Java. It was a city of half a million people, but I seriously doubted there was another man with blue eyes, or anyone else six and a half feet tall. I was beyond tired of the rain and sultry heat every day! I glanced at the city website, which showed it was already 32 Celsius outside. I grumbled to myself, “It’s raining again, 90 Fahrenheit, and only noon! It feels like I’ve been taking a hot shower for three months! At least the place a few blocks down has good food and AC. I can’t wait to ...
... get out of here!” Since it was a lower class neighborhood, I made sure to hide my laptop under the mattress and lock the door before I left for lunch. On the way, I noticed a very cute female standing in a doorway next to a larger and older one. I couldn’t quite place their ancestry. I thought they might be Indonesian or Thai, possibly both. Since the majority of their ribs were easily visible, I knew the pair together weighed less than I did. The smaller girl opened a banana and licked it, which began a swelling in my shorts as I imagined getting a blowjob. Her waist-long hair was shiny black and her eyes were dark brown, like nearly all the locals. I was also struck by the other’s obviously dyed red hair. From her skin tone and facial features, I knew her blue eyes must be from colored contact lenses. I could see the shape and color of their nipples and areolas through their damp white off-shoulder tops. Despite their diminutive size, both had fully developed boobs the size of halved coconuts. I was quite pleased they looked firm and didn’t droop at all, even without bras. They were obviously whores; with their red lipstick, red high heels, and tiny red miniskirts. Prostitution was technically illegal in the area, but the fine only cost the price of a decent meal. The redhead exhaled a thin stream of smoke toward my waist, then took a final puff from her cigarette before tossing it in a puddle. I might say she was the larger of the two, but ‘less tiny’ would be ...