She nervously wrings her hands and fingers and gulps loudly before softly declaring "I promise nothing is going on John, look to show my good faith and not disappoint one of our best costumers, how about I get all the girls to parade pass you and um let you pick which ever one you most want to get into her panties"
You were still not fully convinced of the brothels good intentions but her offer did mollify you to some extent, so you nod your consent. You then laid back on the comfortable couch as one by one her staff paraded into the room. After almost half an hour one girl in particular took your eye.
"Me sol hohny, Master," cried the beautiful Thai girl, clearly an exotic acquisition
Although she couldn't have been much more than 18 years old, she had the breast development of a much more mature woman. In fact, she had the largest, firmest, and juiciest tits that you had ever saw on an oriental girl. They however did not look odd, they only added to her exotic air.
It was a slight shame that the girl, introduced by the whip Mistress as Achara, couldn't speak much of the local tongue. All she seemed able to manage was a few garbled words given to her by her owners you suspected. They were words given to
entice hot blooded citizens of the sim into spending their cash on prostitutes. You however were not going to take her for her conversational skills.
You looked her up and down with a very critical eye. There were however not that many flaws to scrutinize. The girl was probably about 5'5" or 5'6". She was naturally slender, except for her already mentioned larger breasts, with long willowy legs
and narrow waist. Achara's hips flared out just enough to give her lean, lithe curves.
However, it was her face that was truly impressive. She was the most beautiful Oriental woman that you had have ever seen. Even from a distance, her almond eyes, with the black on black, irises on pupils, penetrated down to the depths of your soul in a most disturbing manner. She was like an angel just as her name translated. It was hard to believe that such an innocent face, with the cute upturned nose and cupid's bow lips, was that of a prostitute.
She also had this long thick, straight black hair that tickled the shapely swell of her fanny. It was the kind of hair that you just wanted to wrap yourself up in.
The whip Mistress, much like a carnival barker, brought you out of your trance like swoon."Well Mr Lemure do you want to be with Achara or not? I ain't got all night to wait on you to decide."
"Just let me think for a second, will you?" you snapped back at the lady annoyed by her impatience.
Some what more tactfully the whip Mistress asked "You obviously like Achara quite a lot don't you John?"
There was no denying your attraction to this angelic creature "Yes. Very much lady."
The women smiled brightly "She's a good girl . . . very clean to and like all my girls guaranteed to be disease free, not like some of those other cheaper places"
The lady then added "Achara was the most beautiful girl in all of Thailand when we acquired her. She is indeed the pearl of orient. For your pleasure also know that I have also given her a special potion that has fixed her beauty for all time and also makes her want sex all of the time. I can guarantee that as well as being lovely eye candy she will be very keen to please"
Naturally you were sold and consented "Okay Achara it is, you have sold her too me"
The whip Mistress seemed very pleased by your choice "Excellent choice Mr Lemure I hope you like getting into her panties tonight, please enjoy her body"
Achara forced out in her best effort in the local tongue "Me . . . so . . . happy!"
She giggled, her voice sounding like music to your ears. God, she was so beautiful and sexy you thought.
Without warning, she gently tugged upon your hand to lead me away to her own private room. You were so enamored that you almost skipped down the corridor to her room, hand in hand, like two giddy teenagers in love . . . .
When you got to her room you noted that her furnishings were very spare, consisting of little more than a bed, a chair, and a dresser. You had no idea where she bathed or even went to the toilet, but assumed it was some communal part of the brothel. Although you had used many whore before, this time it made you very sad to see how shabbily she lived.
All of the while, Achara however wore the nicest, carefree of smiles. She spoke something to you in her native tongue, which of course, you could not understand. It was however soft, and melodic . . . very soothing so you didn't mind at all. She then lit some sweet smelling incense on the dresser that filled the air with a sweet haze. It made you a little lightheaded, and it occurred to you that it must contain some type of opiate.
You then looked around and saw Acharai, quite naked, kneeling submissively in the middle of the bed. Her olive skin glowed in the candle light of the room. Her generous breasts rose and fell temptingly with each breath. Now that she had shed her
clothing, you could see the dark wide areolae of those breasts, and the very large nipples. This girl was a true beauty . . . and in truth you wanted her more than words could say.
Achara then lent forward and touched your cheek with the soft skin of her fingertips. You could feel the tips of her long nails tracing the lines of your face. In response you could feel your manhood begin to harden into a firm erection.
When you opened my eyes, she was staring right into them. In that moment, there was that instant of recognition that occurs between two people that transcends words. You could see that she was truly an innocent. You just hoped that she could see that I wasn't some sex crazed local, but actually a good person.
Then to your surprise Achara wanted to hand you something. You looked down at her other hand to notice a piece of paper. It was folded in half, however, you could see some type of writing through the paper. Your eyes found hers again.
You could see her struggling to find a word, or words, that you would understand. She tried so hard to remember words that were give to her by another to say but finally managed "Prease . . . you . . . lead?"
Strangely the note was obviously written by somebody who understood the local language, perhaps one of the other girls you pondered. It read:
".... Please excuse me master. I not know much Arabic. My family sell me to the brothel here. They not good to me, they make me do things I not like. I ask for you to take me from this place. You take me to your home to be your first wife. I promise to make good wife. I cook and clean for you. I love you long time, and give you many children. Please have pity on me. Take me from this bad place. I promise to love you always. Forever. I not give this note to everybody. I wait for man with strong and kind face. Achara choose you, please love me rather than just get into my panties like whip Mistress wants you to...."
You were of course both flattered and floored by the little letter. You didn't know what to say.
You looked back into her eyes, and she smiled brightly at me. It was a hopeful, yearning smile that said, "Well?"
You wanted to . . . but couldn't. The negotiations with the brothel would be just horrendous and then the smirks and comments the locals would give you for marrying a whore when you had a harem full of slaves would be unbearable.
You couldn't return her smile. You sadly shook my head in the negative.
Then equally sadly her lovely smile disappeared as if it had never been, and your heart sank. A single tear sprung from her tear duct to flow down her soft cheek. She looked at me as if for some odd reason she were somehow . . . sorry for my decision. She then oddly passed you a glass of water, feeling thirsty and not knowing how to otherwise respond you guzzled it down.
She gave you a sad little smile as you did that then patted you on the hand "Good boy ..you lovely man me so sorry"
The Pearl of Bangkok then said something aloud in her native tongue. This time you were particularly sorry that you could not understand her, for now you only wanted to tell her how sorry you were that you just couldn't do as she asked. You thought perhaps if I embraced her, I could nonverbally express how I felt.
However, when you tried to move, you found that my muscles, tendons and sinews were frozen into place. You tried to speak, but found you could not even do that. It was if you had become a living, kneeling statue. You desperately tried to move again, but alas it was no use. You were clearly quite paralysed!
You started to panic, then saw Achara rise gracefully from her position then wander to other. She then knelt directly in front of you, only a breath away from your frozen body. All of the while she was speaking something in a language that you could not understand. As she continued to speak, it became almost a chant. Now you were really frightened.
In horror you thought that she must have had paralyzed me with either some drug or magic potion, and was going to steal
your belongings . . . or worse. In terror you wonder how could I have been so wrong about her? Still, she did have that look of sorrow in her eyes for what she was doing to you.
You then felt both of her small dainty hands on either side of your cheeks. She pursed her lips to kiss you, and drew you to her and planted her pussy on your erect member. You felt her plump lips upon yours, and closed your eyes.
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