I worked as a Peace Corps volunteer after college. I was assigned to a S. East asian country in a camp that supported families and children who were coming from tough situations. Many of these were former prostitutes.

Now I've never been a perv, but I would routinely get head from young girls in the camp. It wasn't even anything where I initiated it.

I once gave a girl a candy bar and the next morning she snuggled up with me in my tent. She giggled and acted like a little kid would and then started kissing me all over my face. Then she moved down my chest and my belly. At first I thought she was just playing but it all happened so fast it took me by surprise. She took out my dick, kissed it and began sucking my on the head like a lolly pop. I quickly became hard and she sucked and jerking me. I eventually came and she left. At first I thought I was in trouble, but she never acted weird toward me and neither did her mother or sister.

Brief sexual encounters like this are almost cultural as an exchange of goods. For just a few bucks you can get a few teenage girls to suck your dick and even cum on their face and they wouldn't treat you any differently the next day. These could even be siblings/parents/children: it doesn't matter. It's a way of life for extremely destitute people.

I never took advantage like a lot of other men in the camp, but if you were working with them on any sort of personal level you had an encounter at some point. I was always worried about VD but not as much if it was just head.

I've heard they have started to really crack down on PC volunteers in recent years, which makes sense considering the situation. But I promise you it wasn't necessarily the volunteers being the aggressive ones.

10 years ago today..

I recently turned 21. I went to a casino for the first time. I played some slots and eventually sat down for blackjack and an older turkish muslim man sat next to me. Friendly guy. Drunk. Bought drinks for the table. After some time, he offered me 5k in chips to fuck my ass if I went back to his room with him. I took the offer. 5k was more money than I ever had by that point. I think my bank account had like 100$ in it or some poverty level amount like that.

We went to his room, I washed up. He did not. He smelled of body odor. I told him to wash his dick. He left. Came back and his dick still smelled. I bent over, I slathered so much lube on my asshole. I covered his cock in lube.

There I was, bent over. Exposed. This stranger is staring into my asshole, lusting over it. I have second thoughts but it's too late. This is my own fault. Ass in the air, a disgusting turkish man mounted over me. Selling my asshole for 5k. He came trying to fit his cock in my ass. No fingers, no trying to work it it. He went for it full on. I don't think he got the head in fully. I remember feeling a cold splash that quickly felt warmer on my ass cheeks and lower back. I went to clean up in the bathroom. He lied down and said we'll try again when I come back.

Took a few minutes, thinking it over. What have I done? Regrets throughout my body. I came back out. He's snoring. I stole his watch, had the chips in my pocket, and left.

Cashed out the 5k chips and bought my first car. I drove that for about 6.5 years after that. I traded the watch for a BBQ some guy was selling online.

I think about that experience almost every day for the past 10 years. Some times I feel shame. Some times I feel proud. Some times I hope for it to happen again.

Julie called last night to tell us she was engaged. We both saw it on Facebook but she really wanted to tell my wife. The fiancee was headed out that night on a business trip and she wanted to go out and celebrate. So I became designated driver. Bar talk was the typical "what's been going on over the past 2 months". Sort of weird since everyone sees everything on Facebook these days. At some point it turns to our old jobs (we all used to work together). Then we get to the stories. Blah blah blah. At least my cokes were free since I had the keys. I was about 6 cokes in, 3hrs later, and pretty sure both women were blitzed. My wife kept giggling, which made Julie giggle, and the cycle would just repeat. No one slurred words, so I was hoping the hangover would be mild. I told the bartender to watch them for a moment, grabbed the keys, and moved the car near the door. With his help I got them both in. They could walk, I was just being overly cautious. My wife wanted the back seat. She got in, buckled, and pretty much laid down for the ride home. Julie took the passenger seat and we were off. I figured since they were both blitzed we'd just head to our place. Julie could crash on the couch and we'd take her home in the morning.

Like I said both women were pretty blitzed. My wife was asleep within minutes. Julie giggled a bit more, looked back at my wife, then put her hand on my lap. She rubs back and forth a couple times and then says my wife's a lightweight. I tell her she's blitzed too and she giggles even more. Her hand slowly goes from rubbing to unzipping. I start to protest and she giggles a little more then leans over. Rubbing, to unzipping, to stroking, to kissing, to sucking. It took 30 minutes to get home, she drained me in 20. I actually had to pull over on the turnpike before I went. She worked me so hard, every last drop, then sucked while she played with my balls to make sure I had none left. The whole time my wife was still passed out in the back.

Julie's little snack seemed to sober her up a bit. She giggled some more, told me to blame everything on her being drunk. I guess she had a crush on me but she was my wife's friend at work, and we'd already started dating. When we got home helped me get my wife out of the car. I laid my wife on the bed and Julie said we should undress her. She'd hate to ruin a dress with vomit. It took some drunk ballet but we got the dress off. Then Julie spread my wife's legs.

My wife told me years ago that she'd never been with another woman. Julie just couldn't resist. I sat on the edge of the bed watching her slowly go down on my wife. She was drunk, out cold, but Julie was on her knees working her just as hard as she'd worked me. When Julie started to get up I stepped behind her.

She knew it was coming, and giggled as my fingers teased her first. Pounding any woman when she's bent over in a hell of a visual. Pounding your wife's best friend, while she's eating your wife, that's almost too much. Even though Julie drained me earlier I knew it wouldn't last but I was determined to make her go first. Soon enough she was moaning, my wife started softly moaning in her sleep, and then I felt her shiver. Once I was certain she was going I decided to go for the gold. I used a wet finger first, then slowly worked my way into her ass. Her moans changed. I could tell she wasn't expecting that. So I pressed her head into my wife's snatch while I pushed harder into her ass. I'd wanted to give her a facial, but getting it in her ass was all I could handle. She purred as I drained my second load.

Obviously I'm typing this up this morning. Julie and my wife are still passed out and it's a little after 1pm. We'd all called in sick. Thinking about it I think it was a setup. My wife would never agree to a 3some, and Julie didn't seem all that blitzed. If it wasn't a setup then it sure seemed like it. If it was, then she got more then she expected!