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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW) La Zona Roja part 1 (Mf 1st rom) {Anoninsac}
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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
testing on animals was involved in the production of
this story. Some of the participants in the story may
be under the age of 18. If you live in a backward
society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in
which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read
sexual materials immediately delete this from your
computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having
any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18
please continue to pretend you don't know about sex
and continue to get each other pregnant in increasing
numbers so that we have more young single mothers
raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or
contraception as these are tools of the devil. Please
do not masturbate while reading this story in public
places as this can excite the authorities into rash
conduct and result in grave consequences for you.

I tried to get this ready for the Summer festival, but
as usual I'm a day late and a dollar short.

La Zona Roja

(Mf 1st Rom)

I walked along looking at the buffet table. It was a
shambles. The shrimp had been devastated. The crudit s
were scattered. The dips and chips had been thoroughly
attacked. It was obvious an army had marched through
the ballroom. I looked around the ballroom and saw the
army in full retreat now that the free food was gone.

I was in San Diego for a three-day economic
conference. It looked to be interesting. Well, as
interesting as economics could ever be I suppose. The
President of the Federal Reserve district was
scheduled to speak, as was the former head of the
Council of Economic Advisors to the President. High
powered speakers certainly. I hoped the conference
lived up to its billing. 

The welcome buffet was put on the evening before the
conference officially started for those who had
traveled in. I mingled looking for someone I knew to
no avail. I checked my watch, 8 p.m. Time for some
entertainment.

Grabbing a cab, I rode to the nearest trolley station.
The trolley runs from San Diego to the Mexican border.
 From there it's a short walk across the border to
Tijuana. Stepping across the painted line, United
States/Mexico was a bit of an unsettling experience.
In one step I lost all of the protections I took for
granted and mostly never even noticed. There was no
Constitution anymore. My language wasn't the official
language. I felt vulnerable for a moment. But two more
steps and the feeling started to fade replaced by
excitement. I was in a foreign country and just a few
minutes away from the famous fleshpots of TJ. La Zona
Roja. The red zone. Oh yes, TJ, renown for the donkey
shows and other decadent displays. Clubs where the
women were available for your pleasure. And right next
door were hotels with rooms available by the half-hour
or hour. And you even got a towel with the room. What
more could you ask? Unlike the US with its backward
laws it was all legal. No worrying about a police
sting.

A line of decrepit cabs were waiting. I walked up to
one and leaned in the window. "Adelita's?"

The hack smiled, "Si"

"How much?"

"Five," he answered holding up five fingers.

I jumped in the front seat. In my research on the TJ
scene I had read that you should always sit in the
front seat of a cab. Jumping in the back is almost an
insult, as if you think of the cabby as a menial.
"Let's go," I said smiling.

"You been to Tijuana before?"

"No. My first time."

"Go to Chicago Club. Mas better Chicas at Chicago
Club."

"I know. I want to see Adelita's first. Then I'll walk
over to Chicago."

The cabby smiled. "Si si. You want to see all the
buenas Chicas."

I laughed. "Si, SI!"

The cab crossed the Tijuana River, a fetid and
polluted stream, and raced into downtown. We screamed
around a corner and were headed up the Ave Revolucion,
the main drag of Tijuana. The driver swerved around
traffic that was stopped in the street by having two
wheels on the curb barely missing the sidewalk vendors
and then through some run down areas on the Ave
Coahuila. I was tempted to close my eyes but if I was
going to die, I wanted to die with my eyes open. A
quick squeal of the tires and we stopped in front of a
garish building. Adelita's. I handed the cabby seven
bucks. "How long you stay?"

"I don't know. Until the right girl comes along."

He laughed again handing me a card. "You call. I come
pick you up. Safe ride back."

I took the card. "Gracias."

"De nada," and he roared away.

I turned and looked at Adelita's. Las Vegas it wasn't.
But it also wasn't as rundown as I had feared. A nice
dive is how I'd describe it. A large lighted white
sign surrounded by bright red, Adelita's Bar with
cacti as the background. Below a garish blue light ran
the length of the sign. On it was a woman holding a
rifle. Now you might be wondering why a woman with a
rifle. It seems that during the Mexican revolution
women accompanied the men on their campaign. The women
came to be called Adelita's. I guess they were the
Florence Nightingale's of Mexico. Except they weren't
nurses. Different men fight for different reasons.

I took a deep breath and entered. The interior was
dark and the music was blaring. I waited just inside
until my eyes adjusted to the gloom. The place was
filled with stale cigarette smoke. A girl, maybe
twenty, was starting to dance to the music over by the
bar. She was looking at the ceiling as she shimmied
unconvincingly. I walked around to an open table and
grabbed a seat. Most of the girls were over on one
side. The dancer was slowly revealing her breasts as
she continued to shimmy. She would look as interested
if she were mopping a floor.

The waiter arrived. "Que quiere de tomar?" he asked.

"Si. A Carta Blanca por favor."

After the drink arrived so did the first chica. Maybe
30 years old. She had a round face and a round butt. I
give her a 4 on a scale of one to ten. She had a nice
cleavage on display as the dress was cut low and
tight. I would bet that she was wearing a miracle bra.
If she breathed too deeply the dress would have split
open. "Hi. You first time?" she said as she slid into
the booth with me.

"No. Been before."

She slid her hand up my thigh and rested it on my
crotch. Starting a gentle massage she asked, "Honey,
you want to buy me drink?"

Great. A hustle. A 'drink' would be colored water at
$8 of which the girl would get a cut. No way did I
want to blow money on colored water. "Maybe later," I
said noncommittally.

She gave a last squeeze. "Ok. I see you later. And
Honey, I can suck you until you cry out. Like a
vacuum." Whoa. I'm not in Kansas anymore. She wandered
over to the other girls and they chatted. One girl was
giving me the eye but again she wasn't my type so I
looked away. I was starting to feel uncomfortable.
What the hell was I doing? Maybe I should leave. I
downed the beer and thought about getting a cab and
getting the hell back to the good old US of A.

That's when I saw her. Her eyes were cast down at the
floor. She had dark hair that fell across her
shoulders and part way down her back. She had on a
form fitting dark blue mini-dress. Her face captivated
me. She was pale with fine sharply drawn features. She
looked more Spanish than Indian. She appeared too
young to be hanging out in a bar. She wasn't exactly
beautiful. But I was captivated. She had a youthful
freshness that made her doubly attractive. What was
she doing there? I was staring at this vision when the
waiter showed up.

Having watched and realizing I was a gringo he asked
in English this time, "You like another drink?" he
asked.

"Yes. Another Carta Blanca por favor. And send a drink
to the girl in the dress."

He looked over at the wall. "Which?"

I pointed. "The one in the blue dress with her eyes
down."

"Ah, si. Isabella." The way he said her name sounded
musical with the long vowels. Esaaaaabellaaaaa. I
threw a twenty on his tray to encourage him. He headed
off to the bar. He brought my beer quickly and then
took a glass of colored water over to the girl. They
talked and he pointed my way. I smiled as she looked
at me. She turned and walked toward the back of the
bar. I was shocked and disappointed. She was walking
away. Damn. She started talking to one of the other
ladies with her back to me. I just got snubbed. I
looked at the beer. I took two swigs and set it down.
It didn't taste all that wonderful anymore. I was
about to get up and head home when I looked up to see
Isabella and the other lady sitting down in the booth.

"You want to see Isabella?" the older lady asked.

"Yes. She speaks no English?"

"Yes, she speak English. But it is her first night at
Adelita's and she ask me to help her." I wondered if
that was true. She did look young and innocent. More
likely it was a ploy to get a higher price. I'd heard
the stories about the kid on the street corner. 'Hey
Mister. You try my seester. She is a virgin. Everyone
say so.' 

I looked at Isabella. She was very pretty. Up close I
was surprised by how young she looked. I knew bar
girls had to be eighteen in order to get the
prostitute's work permit. But she was a young looking
eighteen. "Oh. Yes, I'd like to see her."

"How long you wish to see her?"

Without thinking I blurted out, "Three days." Like I
said, I was captivated.

The girl looked surprised and I saw Isabella's eyes
get wide. So, she did understand English. The other
girl looked at me with narrowed eyes sizing me up.
"You stay here for three days?"

"No I'm in San Diego for a conference."

There followed a quick whispered conference. They
didn't need to whisper because I certainly didn't have
the Spanish to follow the conversation. The older girl
looked at me again. "You are nice man?"

"Yes."

"You will be good to her?"

I smiled, "Yes."

"Bueno. How much you pay?"

"Three hundred."

The girl shook her head. "Eight."

"Four." I countered.

"Seven."

"Four fifty."

"Six."

"Five."

"Five fifty."

"Five," I said with finality.

She looked over at Isabella. "Five hundred, up front."

"Three now, two at the end. Also, I tip very well for
her if she is nice for me." Christ, I was starting to
speak pigeon English.

The girl nodded to Isabella and said something in
Spanish. Isabella slid off the chair and headed off.
"She get her things." I nodded. I reached into my
pocket and took out a twenty and handed it to the
girl. She looked surprised.

"Gracias," I said.

She took the money. She took my hand and looked at me
earnestly. "Listen. Isabella a sweet girl. You be nice
to her. I tell you this and it is true. Today is her
first day." I'm sure I looked a little unconvinced. "I
know many girls say this. I not say this to get more
money. Really. Is her first day. Please, you be good
to her."

"Thank you. Yes, I will treat her very nice." She
patted my hand.

Isabella returned with a small bag. I stood and pulled
out the card. "Could you call?" I asked handing the
card to the girl who had been the negotiator. 

"Si." And headed off to the bar.

The cab picked us up at the curb. He smiled as I
jumped in the front and Isabella got in back. He
looked at her and then gave me an approving look. We
roared off to the border. At the border crossing I put
my arm around Isabella and walked through to the U.S.
side. I had left my wallet at the hotel just taking as
much cash as I would need carefully split among
different pockets. For ID I had my passport. The
customs inspector looked at the passport, me and my
arm around Isabella and waived us through. By his look
I could tell he knew she wasn't immigrating.

Once on the U.S. side, I let go of her shoulder and
walked over to the trolley. Isabella followed along.
The trolley was getting ready to leave so I pulled her
in. There were plenty of seats. The trolley started
off as we found a seat in the front. Isabella looked
out the window watching the darkness intently. She
followed all the stops as we rolled into San Diego. We
hadn't exchanged a word on the trip north. 

"So this is how I go to Mexico?" she asked.

I pointed at the other tracks. "This one will go
straight to the border." She nodded.

I grabbed a cab to the hotel. It was only a few blocks
but I didn't feel like walking that late at night.
Once there, I helped Isabella out. She followed me
into the hotel. On the elevator up to my room I looked
at her. She was even prettier in the light. I was sure
most of the girls at Adelita's would be better looking
in the dark. Isabella was an exception. She saw me
looking at her and blushed as she cast her eyes down. 

On my floor she followed me down the hall to my room.
I opened the door to let her enter first. She stood
still looking into the room her bag held in both hands
in front of her. She looked demur and uncertain. I
waited. She looked back down the hall at the elevator
and then turned toward the room and walked in. I
followed. She stopped in the middle of the room and
looked around. I went over to the window and opened
the curtain. The bay was spread before us. Across the
bay, San Diego created a bright panorama of lights.

She hadn't moved. "Isabella." She looked intently at
me. "We have to talk to each other you know. You
haven't said hardly anything since we left Adelita's."

"Si."

"No," I said shaking my head. "English. I know you
understand English."

Her gaze fell again. Then, still looking down, she
said, "Yes. But my English is no so good."

I laughed. "Your English is MUCH better than my
Spanish. Gracias." My awful pronunciation of that one
word finally made her smile. "Please, set your bag
down. Are you hungry?" 

Setting her bag down she answered, "Si... Yes."

"What would you like?"

"I don't know. This is my first time to los Estados
Unidos."

"Ok. Let's go find a nice American restaurant." I
walked toward the door. Isabella looked back at her
bag. "Leave your bag. It will be fine." She followed
me out to the elevators.

In the lobby, I headed off to the restaurants. There
were three open. I skipped the cafe and the snooty
overpriced restaurant. That left a nice California
Brasserie. The hostess seated us far in the back in a
secluded table. I wasn't sure if she did that for our
comfort or to hide us from the respectable guests. I
have a feeling the hostess had seen other gentlemen
with their 'nieces' in the cafe before. 

We ordered a couple of appetizers, as neither of us
was all that hungry. I've always heard that a chef
will put more time into his appetizers than the
entrees because they are often his signature dish. An
entree is an entree. But an appetizer can be a work of
art. I've found that to be true at better restaurants
and have gotten in the habit of ordering several
appetizers and skipping the entree. This restaurant
followed the rule. Each dish was presented
beautifully. Bellisimo. I shared my dishes with
Isabella. She did a better job of cleaning the plates
than I did. She was smiling and complimenting my
choices by the end of the meal.

After the meal we headed back to the room. I let her
in first. Again, she stood alone in the middle of the
room. Thinking to make it slightly more romantic, I
turned off the room lights. The lights from the city
across the bay and the hotel floodlights on the beach
provided enough light in the room to see. She was
looking intently at me again. I walked over to the
window. "Come. Come look at the city."

We stood looking at the lights across the bay. I
reached up and put my arms on her shoulders from
behind. I felt the tension in her muscles. I started a
light massage of her shoulders and neck. She relaxed
so I leaned down and gently kissed her neck. Isabella
squirmed out of my hands and moved away from the
window.

"What?"

"No," she answered.

"No what?" I asked.

"This is not right."

"Oh." I was very disappointed. But there was nothing
to be done. "I understand. I will take you back to
Adelita's."

"Oh no. I do not want to go to Adelita's I hate it
this place." She was twisting her hands together,
obviously distressed.

"Isabella. Come. Sit here and tell me what is going
on." She continued to wring her hands. "Please. Maybe
I can help."

"I don't know..."

"Come. Sit." I motioned to a chair by the window. She
came over and sat. I took a chair on the other side of
the window leaving the lights off for the anonymity
the half-light provided. "Tell me."

"Tonight is the first night."

"Yes," I said. "Your friend at the bar said so."

"No. I mean the first night. Not at Adelita's. Ever."

I was surprised. "You mean ever with a man?"

"Si."

"Why are you working at Adelita's?"

"Mi familia is from a very poor place. It is small
place and there is no money. Mi Padre get a friend to
take me here to work in the factory. It pays the
money. Mi familia need to send them money. Then the
factory they say they don't need so many girls and the
young girls, out the door."

"Why the young girls?" I asked.

"I do not know this. But all the girls who are not a
certain age they are no longer to work," she said a
touch angrily.

"So you try Adelita's."

"Si. I have a friend at the factory. She work there
before and she go back. She help me. Introduce me to
the lady who manage... yes, manage Adelita's."

"Isabella. This is a very hard job. Many women can not
do it." I remembered that to get a work permit women
were supposed to be eighteen in Tijuana. But now I
wondered. "Isabella, how old are you?"

She looked puzzled and then said, "I no have the
word." She held up ten finger followed by seven.

"Seventeen?" I asked.

"Si."

"But to get a permit..." my voice trailed off.

"No, this is easy. Mi amiga she take me to la polic a
and we give him some money and I have these permit,
yes."

"Isabella you are too young..."

She cut me off. "No," she said with an air of
determination. "I am a woman. If other can do this, I
can do this. But, it is hard. I thought my first
time..."

I felt like a shit. Here is this young girl forced
into doing something that she doesn't want to do. I
felt like an accomplice in her... I don't know what. 
Jesus Christ! What a mess. I decided to take her back
to TJ that night.

"Isabella. I'll take you back to Tijuana. You don't
have to..."

Loudly, "NO." And then more evenly, "You do not
understand. I must." 

"But I cannot. I mean, I'll feel like I'm... I mean, I
just can't."

"Why can you not? You are not strange huh? I have
heard of the men who like ninos."

I crimsoned. I could feel the heat in my face. "I'm
not gay and I don't like little boys" She was smiling
at me knowing she had gotten to me. I continued as if
I hadn't been gotten to at all, "But I cannot do
something if you do not want to. I would feel like I
was doing it against your will. Almost like it was
rape."

"Ah, I understand. You think because it is my first
time I do not want to."

"That's what you said," I answered confused. Isn't
that what she said, I asked myself.

"Please, at the window. Maybe I am little frighten. I
am sorry. I am sad that my first time will not be with
a boyfriend. As a nina I thought many times what it
would be like, my first time. I never thought it would
be... like this. You understand. It was just for that
moment. But that does not mean I am not a woman. I too
wish to know what it like. To have a man hold me in
his arms and make me a woman. In my village we ninas
would sneak out at night and listen. I have heard
women crying out when their men takes them. Yes I have
heard them shout out their passion. Yes, I need the
money too. I want to know that passion too." She
paused and looked off into the distance. "Please, be
my boyfriend for this night. It will be good for you
to be my boyfriend." She ended looking deeply into my
eyes holding them with her own. The last line lanced
deeply into my soul and with it; she took possession
of my soul. Just as women have taken possession of men
from time immemorial. 

"Are you sure?" I asked in a last bid of some control
over my fate.

Seizing me completely by surrendering she answered,
"Yes. Make me a woman."

I walked over to her and held out my hand. She took it
and I led her to the bed. I leaned down and kissed
her. She returned the kiss her arms entwining
themselves around my neck her body melding against
mine.

Isabella broke the kiss and took a step back. Holding
my eye, she reached behind her and slowly unzipped her
dress. She shrugged it off her shoulders. She was
wearing panties but no bra and her breasts stood
proudly open to my gaze. They were perfect, lighter
toned than the surrounding skin, rounded with an erect
nipple topping them and just the right size to fit in
my hand or my lips.

When my eyes lifted again to her face she was smiling
at my appreciation. "You like?"

"Oh my God. Bonita Isabella. You are so beautiful."

Her face lit up and she responded. "Now please. You
are my boyfriend yes? I should see you," she said
motioning to my clothes.

"Si," I said laughing. I threw off my shirt and
quickly followed that with shoes, socks and pants.
Isabella had kicked off her panties. Her eyes were
cast down at my erection bouncing in concert with my
rapid heartbeat. "Do you wish to touch it?" I asked.

Her hand wrapped around my cock and she slowly stroked
it. Stepping close to me our lips touched as she
continued slowly stroking my cock. She pulled away and
crawled onto the bed looking back as if to say, what
are you waiting for? I jumped onto the bed, threw
myself at her and continued kissing her, our kisses
growing more fevered and passionate. I had to stop
myself from mounting her right then reminding myself
that this was her first time.

I kissed her neck and ears and then back to her lips
for more kisses. I kissed down across her collarbone
and down to her breast, first circling it with my
tongue before laving it with licks, bites and sucks. I
circled to her other tit and then back for more
kisses. Isabella attacked my mouth with her kisses and
pushed her tits against my chest as we kissed. I went
back for another round of kissing and sucking her
nipples and breasts and back for more kisses. The next
time I skipped her tits and kissed across her belly
and down to her triangle of dense black hair. As I got
close I could sense her arousal and as I kissed down
along her thigh I could smell it, the heady aroma of
aroused woman. Settling between her legs I kissed
along the inside of her thigh closer and closer to the
apex. Isabella shivered as my tongue almost touched
her lips and then veered away. A small moan sounded
from deep inside her. I planted my tongue at the
bottom of her pussy and let it work its way up,
parting the folds of her labia as it slid up. As it
reached her clitoris her body shivered and she hunched
up mashing her pussy into my face. I sucked her
clitoris into my mouth lashing it with my tongue and
massaging the base with my lips. Isabella's body
shuddered and her stomach muscles rippled with a
rhythm matching my lips fucking her clitoris. Her
fingers were clutching at the sheets. 

I slid up over her body and my cock found the entrance
to her pussy. I kissed her gently as the head of my
cock parted the folds of her pussy. Is there any
moment as wonderful as that moment when you first
enter a woman, that moment when the hot wetness of her
pussy surrounds your cock and welcomes it inside? I
worked my cock slowly back and forth, coating it with
her juices and working deeper with each down stroke.
As I pushed into her I felt a momentary resistance. I
pushed harder and then my cock slid all the way into
her tight pussy.

"Aiyee," Isabella moaned. I held still as her eyes
opened. "Oh, this hurt." She moved her pussy around my
cock. "Si, mi novio, You are fill me so much." She
reached up and put her hand on my cheek and said,
"Gracias, mi boyfriend. Now we are lovers." 

I kissed her passionately as I started sliding my cock
in and out of her. I tried to hold myself to a slow
rhythm and wait for her but it felt so incredible that
my climax couldn't be denied. I picked up speed
fucking into my little chica. Her body responded to
mine her fingers digging into my back. That sent me
over the edge and the cum poured from my balls and
into her waiting pussy. "Oh Isabella, I am cumming..."

"Madre de Dios!" she shouted as I emptied myself. Her
fingers scraped across my back and her teeth buried
themselves in my chest as her pussy pulsed around my
cock coaxing the last drops of cum out. 

Spent, I collapsed on her. I could feel the last
vestiges of her climax on my cock. When her body
relaxed I let my cock slip from her pussy and falling
to the side I pulled her to me. She snuggled into my
arms. She pulled my face to hers for a kiss,
affectionate rather than passionate. "Now I know how
the women feel when they shout in the night. You are
so good lover." as she kissed me again.

"You are the good lover," I answered. "Mi chica, that
was the best ever." Isabella smiled and snuggled into
my chest.




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