Jean Fashta - Cash For Flesh

Many details of the sex practices prevalent there were revealed to me by a young lady to whom I gained an introduction through the generosity of the Cairo informant mentioned in the preceding

Chapter. He had become convinced that my interest in the subject of teenage sex slavery was indeed purely academic in nature and that he need have no fear of having his own sexual escapades compromised by relating the details to me. Since he was able to give the same feeling of security to Carol and her husband, I was privy to the same candor from her. I learned that her husband, Tim, had received a large inheritance which enabled the two of them to travel almost at will around the world, and they had spent a long period of time in India. Because of their youth and money they both had an intimate knowledge of sex slavery that was based on their own experience. Although the young man was not present, his wife was quite willing to let me record the comments which follow.

"Tim and I are lucky, I guess, to be here at all. His parents are bugged by the fact that we started traveling around the world as soon as he got the inheritance, but there was nothing they could do about it because the money came from Tim's grandfather. Since I'm only twenty-one and he's just two years older, they wanted us both to finish college first," Carol began.

Then her eyes twinkled mischievously and she remarked, "I don't mind admitting to you that Tim and I came to Bangalore for sex and drugs. We had both turned on to grass and acid but we were interested in getting into the Eastern drugs like hash and cocaine. What better place to do it than where the stuff comes from? As for the sex thing, that's a longer story."

"See, Tim and I are well matched sexually. We were doing everything together even before we got married and we both really grooved on it." Carol laughed with obvious relish, apparently at some remembered sexual activity, then continued very animatedly.

"It wasn't that I was exactly a pushover when I first met Tim. I didn't let him get into my panties until the second or third date. But what seemed to surprise him was how I sucked him off that very first time he laid me. I knew guys really dig that kind of action all right. I should-I'd had enough big ones in my mouth before I ever met Tim. But he was crazier about it than any guy I'd ever run across. And as for myself, I've gone for eating a guy's cock almost ever since I can remember. Even when I was a pretty young chick I was that way. I remember in junior high school when some of my friends were rapping about kissing a boy and letting him feel them when they started dating more, I always got this picture in my mind of me going down on a boy. Once at a slumber party with some of the gang I got in my two cents by mentioning it out loud. Christ, you should have seen their faces! They acted like I was some kind of creep or something for wanting to put a boy's thing in my mouth. Their reaction made me feel a little embarrassed, so I never mentioned it to any chicks again. But as soon as I started dating a lot, I started doing it instead of talking about it.

"I groove on regular fucking, of course. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen and enjoyed every minute of it. But I've always considered a nice hard cock inside my mouth as best of all. I got my first come by having a boy throw the meat to me the old-fashioned way but after I knew what it felt like, I discovered that I could get my cookies by the stimulation I got from sucking a guy off. Tim about went off his nut when he first saw me come while I was sucking him. He got his nuts off and I sucked his hot wad into my mouth and swallowed every drop of it. In college we ran around with a pretty wild bunch of kids-you know, lots of grass smoking and acid dropping, and maybe even a little shooting meth once in a while. None of us ever got the habit. We just got our kicks from it.

"We had some pretty wild sex scenes, too. Four and five of us together at once, and all kinds of shit like that. I even tried the lesbian bit once so Tim could watch and get extra hot from seeing me make it with the other chick. I can't say I got much from it, but it didn't hurt me any, and Tim got a charge from watching, so I figure what the hell. But afterwards Tim confessed that my great mouth jobs on him were what he grooved on more than anything. Since I'm such a fellatio freak myself, it wasn't long before we decided to get hitched. Tim had a psychology class where they mentioned fellatio and so he kidded me about my 'specialty' and called me his little 'fellatio freak' for laughs.

"But I'm getting off the track about the slave scene here in Bangalore. Sorry. The thing is that after Tim got the inheritance, we did a lot of traveling. Sometimes we'd meet groovy people and have a sex scene with them. In Rome there was this French couple we met who dug cock sucking almost as much as we did, and I discovered I wasn't a bit jealous about letting the chick go down on Tim. In fact, it was real exciting for me. Then I saw what a fine tool her boyfriend had and I couldn't resist wanting to taste it. Tim didn't mind, so I went down on my knees and proceeded to give him a good going over while his chick and Tim watched.

"We talked it over after we split and Tim and I agreed it had been a real trip to switch off like we'd done. We tried to find other cool people who dug doing it with us, but it always turned out that either the other chick didn't want to suck Tim off after just meeting him or else the guy would be jealous and not let her-even when he got a suck job from me, mind you, I always did my little part!

"Then Tim suggested we pay for it and it's been great ever since. The first time was in Capetown, South Africa, on the way to India. We picked up a guy right off the street and propositioned him. We told him I'd suck him off in the back seat of the car if he could come up with some chick who'd do the same for Tim, that we'd pay them both. The guy called his steady girl friend and when he told her about the loot being thrown in, she said 'Great!* It worked out so well that Tim and I realized we could always have it if we'd pay and we both dug the action enough to be more than willing.

"In India we had a couple of great suck scenes in Madras on the southeast coast. We also got some high quality hash and cocaine at very low prices, so we decided we'd spend quite a while in India. As you can see, we're still here! We found out that most of the people in India were so poor that they went much further than simple prostitution. It's outright slavery, man. I mean you can actually buy a person in this country. Oh, it's not legal, of course. But it's very easy to do because the few rich Indians there do it themselves a lot. And believe me, it's not just to have somebody cook your meals or do your housework. No sir, man, when you pay money for a human here in India, it's so you can use them as your sex slave. There's not really much stigma attached to being someone's sex slave, either. A person needs money to live on and the jobs are scarce as hell, some other person has money they're willing to pay for sex, and that's that. Judging from the kids we bought as slaves, I think that secretly they dig the sex with Tim and me every bit as much as we do and that they'd probably do it free now that we've initiated them to what we like.

"I call them 'kids,' but they're not so very much younger than we are. Laksme, the girl, is seventeen. And the boy-what a nice hunk of meat he has between his legs-is sixteen! His name is too hard for Tim and me to pronounce, so we call him 'Kong' because I told Tim after my first time with him that he had a cock as big as King Kong's. Tim can afford to joke about that because he has a big nine-incher himself.

"We bought Kong first. We weren't able to find Laksme for two or three days more. We were ushered into a building that looked something like an old movie theater, and the slaves were trotted out on a low ramp. Supposedly what was going on was nothing but the 'hiring' of people but it was tacitly understood by everyone concerned that the kids were for sale. For one thing, there wasn't a person there who was older than nineteen or so. And every kid was better-looking than average. Tim and I noticed the rich old Indians licking their chops over some cute young girl or boy with a nice bod. Hell, they even had kids there that were only seven or eight! Boys and girls both. Tim and I didn't understand that kind of shit. Having a scene with a little kid who wasn't even old enough to grow hair around his cock or raise titties on her chest didn't appeal to us at all.