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Jasmin’s Tingle No.1
Published by Lot’s Cave
All Nude, © 2015, by Marshall Gibson
All Rights Reserved
Cover by Moira Nelligar
All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
Jasmin loved her pussy. She regarded the delicate bloom of her soft feminine arch between her loins as the most wonderful, most amazing, most extraordinary part of her young femininity. Yet her rose feminine bloom was much more than just a mere part of her burgeoning, buoyant anatomy. It was her most intimate and precious treasure, as well as a source of euphoric pleasure. In the fourteen years of her young life, she had diligently guarded her mysterious realm of virginal innocence, the veil of her precious chastity held inviolate; the curious finger of her (or a girlfriend) the only experience of intimate self-discovery. Her sacred, vestal purity had never been defiled by the virile intrusion of a man.
She sat quietly in her chair in the manager’s office of the Silver Dollar Bar in Cebu City, waiting nervously for the office girl Josie and the Mama-san Laura to return. While she waited, she began recalling the unlikely series of events which had led her to this unprecedented moment of time.
Ten months prior, at the tender age of thirteen, following customary Philippine practice, she was sold to her family’s landlord in hopes of reconciliation for a one-hundred-thousand peso debt. For eight months she lived at her landlord’s Oceanside resort in Northern Cebu. Initially she served as a maid and cabana-girl for their guests. She slept on a simple mat on the floor amongst the clutter of a cramped, dimly lit storage closet. Her few possessions consisted of a precious family photo, a hairbrush, a toothbrush, a few female hygiene items, and her older sister Rosalyn’s Postal ID card that she kept in an old wooden cigar box she’d salvaged from the Tiki-bar garbage.
For the first month, she worked day and night, seven days a week running errands and cleaning rooms at the resort. A few days after she passed the occasion of her fourteenth birthday, a Korean guest had taken a fancy to her attractive, gamine appearance, and requested the management to have her give him a blow-job. When Jasmin refused to engage in such licentious debauchery, the resort owner cruelly whipped her. Then realizing the potential profit of selling young body, the owner attempted to prostitute her for the pleasure of male guests. Again when Jasmin refused, retaining her dignity and guarding her precious innocence, she suffered the regular and cruel punishment of a whipping on her bare butt.
One very wealthy Japanese business man, who was a guest at the resort, requested the pleasure of Jasmin’s precious virginity and refused to accept no for an answer. When he attempted to force himself upon her. In a fiery struggle of desperation she crushed the man’s scrotum with her hand, momentarily freeing herself from his savage grasp.
She fled hysterically into the night, her only possession being the Postal ID of her sister Rosalyn which she had, by mere chance, safely stowed in her pocket earlier. For a month she made her way across the mountains of Cebu Island until she reached Cebu City, where she scraped by on a mere existence as a common beggar girl.
A few days earlier, she had wandered along Osmena Boulevard and encountered a group of four handsome foreigners outside one of the hotels. She was struck by the attractive appearance of one foreigner, with his tall, muscular frame, golden hair, and strikingly blue eyes, who gave her a few pesos. As she walked away after thanking him, he overheard him comment how pretty she looked, despite her filthy, unkempt appearance. Then the handsome foreigner added that she ought to sell herself instead of begging. As Jasmin overheard this, she threw down the precious pesos in her hand in fiery protest and yelled back, “I’m not a fucking whore!”
“Wow, she’s a little a spitfire,” the foreigner replied with a dismissive smile as Jasmin stormed away, incensed by the cruel, derogatory comment the foreigner had made to her.