A tall American hires a pair of tiny Asian women for the weekend.
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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.
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ONE HOUR EARLIER
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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 more accurate. Her thighs were only the size of my upper arms, and the top of her hair was even with my armpit.
The other girl was even smaller and shorter yet, with her chin slightly above my navel. She was the height of an American fifth-grader, but significantly skinnier. Other than her appealing and highly improbable breasts, she only looked about eleven years old. I knew Asian girls were smaller and looked younger than I was used to, but doubted she could be over 14.
The redhead exhaled a cloud then lewdly asked, “Want sucky sucky? Two hundred.” I quickly did the currency conversion in my head and realized she was offering me a blowjob for about twelve dollars. She suggested, “350 for both.”
I stared silently and she continued, “Fucky fucky five hundred?” I was horny and the thought of sex for only thirty bucks excited me, so I considered it a moment. I was astounded when she lifted the short one’s miniskirt, giving me a look at her thin dark bush and the exterior of her tiny and light purple outer labia. “Want little baby poony, like cherry?” The sight froze me in my tracks, as the smaller one stood mortified with shame. The little one yanked her skirt back in place and looked in the other’s eyes angrily, then turned toward me. I was surprised when she spoke with a British accent and in much better English, “Would you like blowjob and sex with me? Only one thousand?”
I thought, ‘Holy Cow! $60 for such a small sexy teen? WOW! But I don’t want to hurt a kid or go to jail forever, especially in a third-world hellhole.’
While I pondered she made another offer, “Two thousand for my mouth and poony, plus her ass?”
She sucked one of her slim fingers, then lifted the back of her sister’s miniskirt so I and a few people across the street could see her bitty butt cheeks and anus for a good ten seconds!
I was quite wary of getting in trouble. I decided to leave but was still curious. I asked, “How old are you? What are your names?”
I expected the larger hooker to say she was 18, or maybe 19. “Me 23, name Sri. Sister Azizi name mean ‘Precious’. She eighteen, see.” She held out their ID cards, which showed they were 18 and 23.
I involuntarily exclaimed, “Eighteen! My GAWD!" I couldn’t believe it. I offered, “Five thousand for the weekend, if she really is 18. Five for two nights of anything I want with both of you?”
Sri smiled happily. “Okay! You stay our place?”
I shook my head. “We’ll go to City Hall and a doctor, then stay at my hotel if everything’s okay. I’ll pay for checkups for both of you. If she really is eighteen… hot damn!”
Sri whispered something to Azizi, who replied in a local language that I didn’t understand. Azizi explained to me in her British accent, “My sister apologize because her English poor. I tell her what you said. Please may we use condoms and… and please not hurt us?”
I patted her little shoulder gently. “Don’t worry. I always use condoms with strangers, and I’ll be nice.” She looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you.”
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After I got the great news about Azizi’s age at City Hall, a nurse and then a doctor checked them at the clinic. Azizi translated for me. “Sri is 140 centimeters…” She paused to think a moment. “Four feet seven inch and 80 pound, I am four feet one and sixty pound.”
She paused and I could tell she was thinking about telling me something. Despite her tan complexion, she started blushing. “We need female exam. Want to watch for 100 each?”
I thought she’d have less luck asking a hungry tiger to eat a steak! I eagerly replied, “Sure!”
Sri climbed on the table first, as Azizi licked her lips, then held her breasts together and showed off her cleavage. Tits appropriate for a swimsuit model were totally out of place on such a junior-looking jollygirl.
I sat in a chair and watched the gyno exams. They took turns laying on a table. They spread their knees so the doctor could examine their vaginas with a few tools. I thought Azizi’s pinkish pussy was extremely sexy, but doubted she could take me safely. Sri’s darker purple slit was small instead of tiny, but I had no doubt it would be tight for me. The creepy doctor smiled and licked his lips before saying, “They healthy. Both like virgin for big American. You lucky man!”
As we walked out, I asked my sexy new lady friends, “Do you have any kids you need to take care of?”
They shook their heads and Azizi explained, “No. Doctor trades one month birth control pill for sucky. He do abortion for ass three times. Sri need four abortion, but not me. We get boob job for two week of ass.” Sri looked sad as she turned her head away. I deeply regretted asking.
After a quick lunch we stopped for lube, condoms, and a case of beer. Azizi held my hand and her sister reached into my pocket and played with my package as we walked to my hotel.
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I opened the door to my room and Sri stripped on the way to the bathroom. She called out something in their language and Azizi said, “The woman shower first, and… pee in front of customer if she need. Many like to watch.” I thought the blush in her little cheeks was cute. She continued, “If two women, they take turns jerking man when he watch, then together when he shower. Please ah…” She pointed toward my zipper.
I quickly undressed and my woody made it hard to remove my briefs. Azizi’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She’d have the same expression on her face if Godzilla appeared, she was terrified! Sri was impressed and a little afraid too. I joked, “It’s just a dick. It won’t run over and bite you.”
They giggled nervously and Azizi slowly reached to touch it. She swallowed anxiously. “So big! I did many man before, but… so big!”
“What do you mean? I’m 7 inches ... 18 centimeters.”
She looked embarrassed as she said, “Here that is HUGE! Our landlord have ten centimeters and … thinner. We poor, we pay half rent plus ass monthly.”
I was curious and asked, “So, you’ve had anal sex?”
“Only with landlord and doctor. No worry, Sri can do big one.”
I turned my head when Sri started the shower. She leaned with her back to the tiled wall, then reached between her legs to open herself. A yellow stream poured from her small bare pussy. Azizi’s little hands started stroking my shaft and I cupped one of her firm boobs in my hand. At slightly more than I could hold in my big hands, they were quite large for her slender frame. I stared at Sri pissing then washing herself, as I played with one of Azizi’s nipples and she jerked my rod.
I felt all was right with the world, and knew things would be even better soon!