Standard Disclaimer #1 (Tie-dyed Tyrannosaur mix): Your honor, I have never traded a pack of cigarettes for sexual favors as detailed in this story. Furthermore, I do not claim that unprotected intimate contact with someone you do not know to be a good idea.
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I'd heard from friends and co-workers that it was possible to get laid for just a pack of American cigarettes, downtown, but I didn't really believe it. On the off-chance, though, I always carried a pack or two of Marlboros with me whenever I went on one of my off-base rambles. I didn't smoke, but they did seem to be popular trade goods.
Saturday evening, I'd wondered a mile or so from base, and I was about ready to turn around and head back. I figured in in less than an hour, I could be back to my hotel room, cleaned up and ready to hit the clubs and find a cute Korean girl to take home and fuck, with maybe a short-time, first.
I'd just turned around, when a girl came around the corner and almost ran into me. She stopped, backed up two or three steps, and stood there, eyes wide, staring at me. "You... you GI?" she stuttered in halting English.
"Ne." yes. I knew some Korean, more than most GIs.
Her eyes went wider, and she said, "Tombay chusaeoh?" give me cigarette?
"Okay," I said, pulling a fresh pack out of my pocket, opening it, lighting one, then handing it to her. While doing this, I was giving her a good looking-over. Short, naturally, long black hair, small tits, slender, wearing what I thought looked like a school uniform: a dark grey jacket and matching skirt falling to a few inches above her knees, a white blouse and black sailor's bow tie, black shoes and knee-high black socks. Topping off the school-girl look, she had what looked like one of those old-fashioned leather briefcases, with the straps to hold it closed, and a small gym bag over her shoulder
She took the lit cigarette and took a deep drag before coughing. Then she looked at the nearly-full pack, still in my hand, then up at my face, then a quick look all around before looking back up at me with a bright flush. "You..." she whispered, "you give," she pointed at the pack of cigarettes. "I... she paused, looking away, still blushing, then, looking up at me, rolled her right hand into an open fist, then held it up in front of her face while thrusting her tongue into her left cheek and moving it around.
I was confused for a few seconds, and didn't say anything. She looked down, blushed even harder, and said, "Give two..." trailed off, then, holding her left hand up, thumb and forefinger in a circle, and thrust her right index finger through the circle several times.
Now I understood! For a pack of cigarettes, she was offering to suck my dick, and for two packs, she'd let me fuck her.
"Oh, okay," I said. "Ne." Still blushing, she stood up on tip-toe, kissed me on the mouth, then, grabbing my hand, dragged me off around the corner she'd come from, then half-way down that street to a tiny alley. Part-way down the alley, there was an even narrower alley splitting off to the left, which she pulled me down. At the end of this small alley, there was a cul-de-sac, with a bunch of stuff filling it almost completely.
Holding a finger to her lips to indicate silence, she threaded her way through the mess, leading me into a tight space behind a section of fence that was leaning up against the side of the alley. There was just enough room for me to stand up, as long as I pressed my back against the wall.
The girl held her hand out and whispered, "Chusaeoh." I handed her the pack I'd just opened, and another, unopened pack. She took them, smiled up at me, then put them in her book bag. Setting that aside, she opened her gym bag and pulled out a rolled-up towel, which she put on the ground in front of me before kneeling down on it.
There wasn't much light in our little hidey-hole, but I could see her eyes widen when she ran her hand up the outline of my stiff cock. She fumbled with the belt buckle, then got it open. With that out of the way, she undid my pants and slid them down around my knees. My underwear came down with the pants, leaving my cock bouncing around in the open. She gasped and her eyes flew even wider when she saw it.
I'm not hung like a porn star, but I'm big enough - seven or eight inches, if I'm really turned on, which I was, and, as best I could tell, about twice as thick as the average guy's dick. On top of that, several of the girls I'd fucked while I was stationed in Korea had told me that American guys had bigger dicks than Korean guys.
She gingerly reached out and touched my throbbing cock with one small hand, then, leaning forward, slowly took it into her mouth. It wasn't the best blowjob I've ever had, but it wasn't bad. Instead of opening her mouth as wide as she could, like most girls do who've sucked my cock, she touched her lips to the head, and slowly parted them just enough to let it pass between them. That felt different, but I liked it, especially when she started flicking her tongue across the sensitive spot, right under the tip.
She could only get about half of it in her mouth, but that was good enough. She was slowly bobbing her head forward and back, pulling all the way back each time and kissing the head, then moving forward again until the head was pressed into the back of her throat.
After several minutes, I had to warn her, "I'm cumming," in a harsh whisper, but I'm sure she already knew, from the swelling of the head and the way my legs were beginning to shake.
When I said that, she pushed forward a bit farther than she had before, taking another half-inch or so of cock into her mouth and forcing the head deeper into her throat. At that, I blasted a load of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. She started choking and gagging at that, but didn't move until I'd fired the last spurt into her mouth. Then she pulled back, gulped down a couple lungfuls of air, then, leaning back forward, took my cock back between her lips and sucked out the last few drops before sitting back and wiping her mouth with the back of one hand.
Sitting on her heels, she looked up at me and giggled, touching the tip of my cock with one small hand. Then she stood up, got on tiptoe and kissed me, so I kissed her back. She still had one hand on my cock, and the thought of fucking her no-doubt tight young pussy kept me from going very soft.
Looking around the tiny space we were in, I saw something I thought might be useful. There was a plastic barrel, laying on its side, half-buried in the rest of the junk, and there was just enough open space in front of it...
Reaching down and under her skirt, I started pulling her panties down as best I could from my angle. She jumped at that, then giggled, chattered something off in rapid Korean that I entirely missed, then, pushing my hands out of the way, pulled them off herself and stuffed them into her gym bag before beginning to turn around.
"No, wait," I said, almost certain she wouldn't understand me. I guided her to the barrel, then down onto it, her ass right at the edge, then nudged her legs apart. Then I picked up her towel and, placing it on the ground in front of her, got down onto my knees.
She gasped something, obviously a question, but I didn't bother to try to answer her. She gasped again, and jumped when I put my face to her pussy, then gasped a third time, louder, when my tongue touched her pussy. When I wiggled it against her clit, she let out a knuckle-muffled squeal and clamped her thighs tightly around my head.
I spent the next while eating her out, something I thought she might have never experienced before, but was certainly enjoying now. She was biting her knuckles to keep from making too much noise, but constant high-pitched squeaking noises were escaping her mouth anyway.
I had no way of keeping track of the time, but after what I'd guess was ten, maybe fifteen minutes, just as my tongue was getting tired enough I was going to have to stop, she started pushing at me with her free hand. Taking the hint, I pulled back, first onto my heels in a squat, then standing up. She just sprawled there for a minute or two, panting, before sitting back up. She grinned up at me, then, leaping to her feet, wrapped her arms around me and stretched up for another kiss.
We tongue-wrestled for a while, then, pulling back from me with a giggle, she turned around, bent over and braced her hands against wall. Her intent obvious, I positioned myself behind her, lifted her skirt up over her hips, spat into my hand before rubbing it over the head of my cock, then, touching the head to her wet pussy, rubbed it up and down a few times until she parted for me. At that, I started pushing into her, slowly, a half-inch or so at a time, pushing into her until I could feel the drag of pussy-lips against dry dick-skin, then pulling out and pushing in a bit deeper.
Like usually happened when fucking a petite Korean girl, she ran out of pussy before I ran out of dick. I bottomed out with almost two inches to go, and that's when I started really fucking her. She was gasping with each stroke, and once I'd hit a steady rhythm, she started pushing back against me in time to my own strokes.
Between my thrusts into her, and her pushing back against me, I found myself completely buried in her pussy. No surprise there, of course, since I'd been pumping into her as hard as I could. Somewhere along here, she'd reached back between her legs with one hand and was furiously rubbing herself.
Her tight, slick pussy, tighter than some asses I've pounded, got wetter and slicker as she rubbed herself, and grabbing her hips tight with both hands, I pounded my last half-dozen or so strokes into her, burying myself as deep in her as I could manage, then holding that position as I blasted a huge load of cum into her depths.
Later in life, after more experience, I'd have been able to keep going and get another nut, but at this point, I lacked that knowledge and experience, so I just held my position and felt her pussy squeezing around my cock as she rubbed out an orgasm of her own. Once she stopped shuddering, she pulled forward and off my cock, then turned around and sucked it back into her mouth.
I was a bit ticklish after cumming, but not enough to be a problem, and definitely not enough to make me want to pull out of her mouth. As I went soft and shrank, she was able to get more into her mouth, and after a minute or so, she must have decided she'd cleaned me up enough, as she sat back with a gasp, one hand between her legs, apparently to catch my cum as it dripped out of her pussy.
Looking up at me with a wicked grin, she lifted that hand to her mouth and licked it clean, then, fishing around in her gym bag, pulled out her panties, then, after fishing around a bit more, a handful of tissues, which she stuffed into place, then pulled her panties up to hold them there.
While she was getting dressed, I did the same, taking less time, since all I had to to was pull up my underwear and pants, and put my belt back on.
Settling her skirt back down, she moved close to me again and lifted her face up to mine. One final, lingering kiss, then she turned and made a 'follow me' gesture, leading me back out the twisting alleys to the small street where we'd met.
She chattered something in rapid Korean that I had no chance of following, then, leaning in close, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then turned and hurried off the way she'd originally come from. I figured that was my cue, and, turning around myself, headed back to base. Well, that takes care of the short-time, I told myself. Let's see what the clubs have to offer tonight.