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 International Business Trip, part 5 (Mf(14), intr, oral, prost)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)
Summary: The same guy...with a fourteen year old prostitute in the port



   After cleaning the four loads of cum that had poured out of the new
mother's preteen hole off my boxers, I put my shorts and boots back on,
headed back to the village with the other two members of our early morning
threesom to another communal meal.  Once we had finished eating; my
translator/guide, the few injured people from the storm devastated village
and I got into our land Rover and headed for the port.

   The drive to the port from the village which had been so heavily damaged
during the storm was quite pleasant and faster than it should have been:
the flooding had actually managed to improve the road (putting dirt into
the terrible ruts and potholes that make driving so difficult in these
parts).

   We had dropped off the man who had been struck by lightning and the two
other people who had suffered much more minor injuries at the hospital.

   I had been wearing the same clothes for a few days: they were filthy...
So I decided to stop at my hotel to change clothes, take a shower, and the
like before heading in to the field office.

   The hotel I was staying in was uncharacteristically nice: it had been
built back before the Great War, when Angola was still a colony, as a place
for the colonials to stay and hang-out at...  The rooms were large with
their own baths, hot and cold running water, there was a bar and
restaurant, a ballroom...I could go on.  However, thanks to the region's
more recent history, the hotel was now somewhat run-down: catering to a
very different clientele...

   I was barely two steps into the lobby of the hotel when an unsavory
looking man approached me and asked, quite clearly, "You want to buy girl?"
I must be cursed: whenever I go somewhere even remotely urban in the places
I have to travel to, someone always tries to sell me something completely
bizarre and/or illegal.

   First off, I'm not the type of guy who wants to have a slave, and
secondly: me, a white man, buying a girl in sub-Saharan Africa...yeah
that's going to go over well.  "No thanks," I replied, before heading over
to the desk.  I asked if there were any messages for me: there weren't, so
I walked up the grand staircase to go to my room.
I was less than a dozen feet from the door to my room when a girl
stepped out from behind an almost non-existent corner in front of me.  In
broken English she asked, "I come your room?" As I thought for a second to
understand what she was saying, I looked her over: she looked to be about
fourteen (or so), with mocha colored skin, had a less than appealing
looking face (comically big lips, a very prominent brow line, a large
pimple on her left cheek, and a nose flatter than a boxer...who's lost a
lot of fights), badly straightened hair dyed candy-apple red, her body was

almost (but not quite) chubby.

   "I don't know," I replied; still looking her over.  She wasn't
particularly good looking, but I was intrigued by what she was wearing:
stretched over her nearly "C" cup breasts was a child's-sized white t-shirt
emblazoned with the "star and bars" (confederate flag) and the slogan "the
south shall rise again"; hugging her hips was a faded black denim skirt
with a frayed hem (at about the middle of her somewhat thick thighs);
stretched over her lower legs (and knees) were shiny, almost clear plastic
stockings; and a pair of heavily worn medium brown unusual looking
platforms (open sandals with a 2" platform at the toe, rising to 4" at the
heel; a single narrow strap over the ball of her foot, and a thick buckled
ankle/heel strap at the back) which were clearly a size too big for her.

   "I suck: two dollar." She said.

   "Sure," I replied: `head' for only two dollars, even if she was lousy it
was a good price...  I put the key (yes an actual key) in the lock and open
the door, leading her inside my room.  I barely had the door closed when
she began undoing my shorts.  In a flash her hand was in my boxers, pulling
out my already inflating dick.

   She licked her right hand before wrapping her mocha fingers around my
dick.  With an unusually firm grip she began stroking my dick until it had
inflated to its full six-and-one-half inches.  My god, this girl knew how
to use her hands!

   Then, still firmly holding my dick in her right hand; she promptly
stopped stroking, held out her left hand and said, "two dollar." This was
clearly her way of making sure she got her money: so I pulled two dollar
bills out of my wallet and gave them to her.

   She tucked the money in the waistband of her skirt, licked her lips and
squatted in front of me.  Beginning to stroke the length of my dick once
again, she pressed her gigantic fourteen-year-old lips together and kissed
the tip of my dick.  Parting her lips slightly she moved her head forward
not more than half-an-inch: allowing the head of my dick to slip between
them.

   Suddenly, her cheeks hollowed and I felt suction on the tip of my dick.
Wow did that feel good!  I put my right hand on the back of her head; as I
was just beginning to push her head towards my crotch, she stopped sucking
on the tip of my dick.  With the tip of my dick still between her comically
big lips, she gently shook her head "no."

   As I removed my hand from the back of her head the fourteen-year-old
hooker parted her lips a tiny bit farther, easing her head forward to the
point where I could feel her front teeth against the end of my dick.  She
moved her left hand up from her knee where it had been since she squatted
down in front of me and reached into my fly the began gently massaging my
balls: rolling them around with her fingers.  This continued for a full two
minutes, as I just stood there enjoying the first `lip-job' I ever had.
"Wow," I stammered: the `lip-job' she was giving me felt great.  Judging
by the little sparkle that appeared in her eyes, she clearly understood my
statement was a complement.  An instant later she moved her lower jaw down
just enough for the very tip of my dick including the little hole on the
end of it) to slip between her front teeth: the chewing surface of her
upper teeth at the top of the little hole on the end of my dick, and the

chewing surface of her lower teeth at the bottom.

   Her mouth stayed in that position for a few seconds as I felt the tip of
her tongue dart back and forth across my piss-hole.  It felt so absolutely
incredible...if I hadn't had half-a-dozen orgasms in the last sixty or so
hours I'm sure I would have blown my load then and there...

   Increasing my pleasure further, she began rapidly moving her lower jaw
up and down.  The amount of movement was tiny: probably less than one
millimeter, but it was just enough for her front teeth to repeatedly pinch
the little hole on the end of my dick open and closed...  She continued
stroking the shaft of my erect dick with her right hand, rolling my balls
between the fingers of her left hand, firmly sucking on the head of my
dick, and flicking the tip of her tongue across my piss-hole.

   Barely a moment after she had begun pinching my piss-hole open and
closed with her teeth I felt my ass-cheeks tighten.  My orgasm was going to
begin in no time...an instant later, when my balls drew up in her left hand
she knew it was coming too.  My cum began surging up the little tube on the
underside of my prick.  First one, then another, and another: my hot,
thick, sperm-laden, creamy, white adult cum spewed out of the little hole
on the end of my dick; shooting into this teenage hooker's mouth, between
her front teeth.

   By the time the second spurt of my com had shot into her mouth, I could
feel her begin to repeatedly swallow.  Spurt after spurt of my cum was
spewing into her waiting mouth to be hungrily swallowed down into her
fourteen-year-old belly.  All told I shot a total of five big spurts of my
hot, thick, sperm-laden, creamy, white adult cum before my orgasm began to
die down...

   Once my orgasm had subsided and my deflating dick had slipped out from
between her comically big fourteen-year-old lips, she opened her mouth wide
and stuck out her tongue: showing me she had swallowed all the cum I had
shot into her young mouth.  She kept her mouth open until she was once
again standing.  Giving me a little smile, she put my mostly flaccid dick
back in my shorts, turned and headed for the door.  "Wait," I said: she
stopped and turned her head.  As she was looking over her shoulder I took
out another dollar bill, "you suck well, a little extra for a good job."

   She turned to face me, smiled a big smile and eagerly took the 50% tip
before saying, "Thanks." A moment later she was gone.