Asia’s Sex Trade

An excerpt from Asia's Sex Trade

"How much for your daughter? For the girl?" I asked.

"You want girl?"

"How much?" I flashed cash at her, just a couple of notes.

"Girl very clean. Man never touch." Quite a saleswoman, the old lady.

"I want her first. Ten times. How much?"

"Ten times? Twenty dollar. She very nice; very pretty...." She was. I'd pay twenty.

"I get her first ten times," I said. She nodded. "I'll take her... here... right now. Strip her."

"Not here! You take her away!"

I moved toward the girl. "Take it off, you little bint."

"Ay! No!" It was probably all the English she knew.

I threw her kimono off and tore away her undergarment. She had small breasts, hardly any really, and slim waist that curved gently to the V of her sex. I pushed my trousers down and fell on top of her on the mat. Her parents protested but turned away.

In a minute, I had her legs spread and my prick between her little pink lips. She struggled under me, but she knew I owned her now. She looked plaintively at her parents. But it was only right: they had sold her virginity; they should have to watch her give it up.