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Posting Date	2010-02-18 18:54:11
Author	Roboclop
Title	My First Trip To Africa
Category	paid for sex or got paid to have sex
Where it happend	Angola
Age then	22
Age now	60
Gender	MALE
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My First Trip To Africa

I caught the train from South Shields , and transferred to a London Bound train at Newcastle , with te intention of never returning to the grimy back streets again . the rows of terraced houses with the rear gates facing each other across a narrow cobbled lane , and te front door leading out onto the pavements . The houses lit by coal fires gave a sulphurous odour to the early morning mist , and even on a bright summers morning the journey to college became a trudge . I would miss Kitty and Kate though , I had become very fond of them , and as time proved we corresponded regularly on the old fashioned Airmail letter sheet, that thin Blue foolscap that folded into a single letter , to save the weight of envelope and letter .

The train windows were dirty and as we thundered through the industrial heartlands of the south Riding , through Doncaster and Sheffield the belching throbbing mills , cursed by locals and workers alike , until the day they died , killed by unions , global economics , and the modernisation plans that did not go beyond nineteen fifty five . I would soon be aboard a black hulled Cargo Liner , on the deepest oceans where the clear fresh air smelt of salt and iodine . To watch dolphins playing in the fifteen knot wake from the old vertical bow as it cut through the sea. To go on an aft deck in the evening with a lantern and watch Flying Fish land on the deck , as they jumped to the light , more knocking themselves out as they hit a lower barrier , colliding with the black painted hull , reminiscent of the Tarred wood of the ancient sailing ships , plying this trade for the last three hundred years .

We soon entered the historical relic of Kings Cross station , and a ride in the old London Austin FX3 taxi , with a drivers division and no front passenger door where the luggage sat , exposed to the dirt and grime of London’s streets . The engine a pre war design of cast Iron , designed to last forever thumped away as the meter ticked up a week’s wages for the journey .

Once aboard and my gear stowed in the Junior Engineers cabin , Uniforms hung , boiler suits clean my journey over the ship began , I familiarised every nook cranny and escape hatch , if it caught fire I wanted to know the way out . I walked to the Chief Stewards Office , a sulky Yorkshire man destined for a future as a manager of a New York Hotel , just off Central Park , he had mapped out his life , then one morning Uncle Sam , sent him an invite , to join the Army and fight for his adopted country . In those days that invitation was a free ticket to Vietnam . All of a sudden this wonderful country that he had abandoned to further his career , and better his life by leaving was seven hours away on the old British Overseas Airways VC10 , that he ran to before the American Army noticed he had gone . This left him with a huge chip on his shoulders and a distaste for his fellow man , especially the East Pakistanis ( Bangladeshis ) that worked for him . I signed the ships articles and prepared for sea .

We sailed from London and turned through Dover’s Straights and circled Spain as we headed to Las Palmas , for Fuel , Cheap Booze , cameras , binoculars , and behind a large imposing Green Door , just off the town Square young Spanish women who would for very little money relieve the pressure in your scrotum . We started to take the seven hundred tonnes of fuel that would get us back here after exploring Africa , and took an off duty walk ashore .

I opened the green door and there was a queue of seamen from all of Europe , waiting to enjoy the girls , with six girls working there were still over a dozen men here . I looked , like a Hogarth Painting there was a progression of humankind in downfall here . Several were sporting pitted faces , and a few looked as though their ships rationed soap and water , so I excused myself and fled . A large Bacardi , diluted with a very small splash of Coke , the glass padded with enough ice to scare Captain Smith of the Titanic into action . I ambled back on board , new Seiko watch , and two Bottles of the Lighter Fuel that was labelled Bacardi I passed my chance for erectile relief . Our next port was Dakar , and we were only there for less than half a day , so I was ready for action in Lobito in Angola , then a Portuguese territory . This was at the Trans African Railways Western Head . The end of the dock had a small cafe bar , there was a scattering of Seafarers , but the bar was bustling with Portuguese paratroops ,mainly Azorean . These guys had latched on to the bar’s whores , imported from Lisbon , and like all prized imports attracting a high price . They were getting several weeks wages to pleasure the soldiers , and I wasn’t in that league , of paying prices beyond my means . I would have to resort to that age old disease free technique and take myself in hand . The free ships issue industrial strength rubbers in my pocket would lay there until another opportunity . I downed the cold Beer ,and left the bar . With Alfie the fourth engineer .
AS we left , a Taxi driver asked , You want Girls ? . Yes we want girls . How much . he wanted a few pounds to take us , wait and return and the girls were very cheap . We made sure he knew . he would get paid when we return , and not before . The thought of abandonment in an African Village with no phone , and sleeping with a local girl was not a pleasant thought .
We arrived at the village and got out of the yellow Mercedes , The driver laid across the front bench seat for a sleep , whilst he waited . We were surrounded by local boys , they were chanting in Portuguese , abut on realising our heritage , changed to those , immortal words of English , You want to Fuck my sister Johnny .
We see the sister firs I said , and there was a flurry of bodies , and from nowhere about twelve girls stood in line . Now I am no expert in female development , especially across races but these were very young . These girls no tits I said , too young . Several of the girls understood and lifted their tops , to be followed by all the rest . Half the girls had a puffiness to their tiny but erect nipples no darker than their chests , and we dismissed those straight away . The rest had breasts ranging from half a lemon to half a grapefruit . I asked again , Bigger , and one boy disappeared , and returned with his sister , or someone else’s sister , he lifted her top , and offered her breasts to me to feel . She was still young but possibly fifteen , I took her by the hand and she led me to a large hut , she put a wooden bar against the door and slipped out of all the rest of her clothes , which consisted of a long colourful cloth . She stood totally naked and led me to a small single bed . She laid down and silently parted her legs , Her face , told it all , She was saying , without a word , Fuck me pay me and let’s get it over . I started to mount her , but this felt wrong . How old are you I asked , she pulled a face , she hadn’t got a clue what I wanted . Quantos anos você tem , I asked struggling in Portuguese . She understood , but I couldn’t grasp her answer . . She was saying Treze , which I took as thirteen , I was twenty two this wasn’t right . No I said , you too young for this . She understood and burst into tears . I gave her the agreed fee. And her face lit up . I l went to pull my trousers up , as I had contemplated sex , but as I did , she pounced on my cock and sucked for all she was worth . It didn’t take long to spurt into her eager mouth , but I thought that for the first time I had ejaculated without orgasm . She opened her mouth to show me she had captured what I had delivered to her . And swallowed with a smile . I had the taxi money safe , and a few escudos for a few more beers . I gave her half my beer money , which quadrupled her fee , and dressed, as I left the hut and got back into the taxi ,I felt cheap and not very nice . Had the search for a fuck stooped this low . Alfie , well he had two of te girls , and regaled the story all te way back to te bar . the Taxi driver said that income keeps those people from starvation . but it still did not make me feel any better . My Whoring for this trip was over , The mistake filed , the deed done .

I see the television pictures still forty years later of that abject poverty and think of that girl , with too much pride to take my money , without providing a service

RoBoCloP