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Every Picture Tells A Story
The broad plains of the Ganges River flew by the window as the
train headed east. Stanley Lloyd peered out of this viewport at a world
wholly new and different from the one he'd known in England. A newly minted
lawyer in a prestigious London law firm, his bachelorhood sentenced him to
that of glorified errand boy, entrusted with documents that could not leave
the presence of a member of the firm. But it suited his yearning for
adventure, so he put up with the prospect of slow advancement for the
advantage of travel. He'd been to Paris, Berlin, Rome, Vienna, Saint
Petersberg, Christiana, Dublin, and a horrible trip to Washington in the
summer.
This trip, however, was to the crown colony in Hong Kong. He'd
taken a train to Istanbul, a steamer through the Suez to Bombay, and now
was headed to Dacca to catch the Royal Mail ship to Hong Kong via
Singapore, fully halfway around the world from his English flat. He was
relaxing with a quiet gin when the door slid open and a stunningly
beautiful woman entered. She was of east Asian origin, most likely Chinese,
and stood only five foot tall. Her dress, cut in the Han style, shimmered
in green and ivory silk accenting her small but pert bust. Stanley shot to
his feet as quickly as the swaying train and Tanqueray would allow.
"Milady."
She laughed, a sing-song melody which caught his heart in his
throat. He took her hand into his and lifted it to his lips. After gracing
her knuckle with a gentle kiss he straightened up. "Milady, I am Stanley
Lloyd, esquire. Although your presence in this observation room was
unexpected, I would be honored to be graced with your presence as we travel
towards Dacca."
She smiled and looked down. "Mr. Lloyd, I am flattered. You are
quite the image of a proper English gentleman." Her English was quite good,
with that musical quality that Cantonese imparts to it. "It would please me
to travel east with such kind company."
Stanley sat down and offered her some tea (Darjeeling) and pondered
at his luck. In non of his other postings had he the luck to encounter an
unattached woman in close company, and wondered if maybe the trip to Hong
Kong would be memorable for it's scenery, not it's landscapes.
She caught him staring, and he looked away and tried to rebuild his
reserve. "It is ok, Mr. Lloyd. A woman such as I is accustomed to being
seen. It is when I am not noticed is when I shall take what offence life
lets me. I have noticed my name is hard for English to pronounce. Since my
name means 'beloved' in my language, I go by Amanda, Amanda Chen in yours."
"I am grateful to know your name Amanda. I am going, for the first
time I might add, to your country, to the Crown Colony at Hong Kong. It is
quite pleasant to get a preview of my destination on a train in India."
"You are quite clever with your words, Mr. Lloyd."
"Stanley, please."
"Stanley. And the nature of your attire and gear leads me to
believe you are a man of letters, a man of law?"
"Quite so, Amanda."
"Ah. Good, then maybe you can answer some of the questions I have
about England."
"If I can answer.", Stanley said, although twenty questions was not
on his short lists of activities he'd rather engage in.
"In Hong Kong, many of your 'made men', men of your upper middle
class were educated in 'boarding' schools, are you familiar with such
institutions?"
"Quite. I attended one just north of Stratford when I was a lad."
"Why do English parents place so many boys together in such a time
and then teach them that their experience there is something shameful,
humiliating, or evil?"
Stanley looked bewildered. "What experiences do you mean, milady?"
Amanda shifted slightly and gazed into his eyes. "That of sexual
experimentation, sir."
"I don't know what you are referring to, Amanda."
"Several English have recounted, some fondly, of the feel of their
classmates manhood in their hands, mouths and arses."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about Amanda, nor am
I accustomed to talking about such things in public, or in mixed company as
it were."
Amanda smiled. "Yes, you English are like that. So advanced in some
ways, so decidedly backwards in others. Your mechanical skills are quite
the marvel, but your knowledge of medicine and people are hidden behind
science and 'reserve'."
"English reserve keeps the people of the Empire civil, and English
medicine is quite possibly the best in the world."
"Oh, your surgeons are quite a lot, it is in prevention and the
spirit your people lack."
Stanley pshawed.
"I can prove it right now, but I hesitate."
"How so?"
"For it would cause my host to lose face. I have no desire to
embarrass you."
"I don't see how."
"I know that the person you are going to meet in Hong Kong is an
old classmate of yours, and I am afraid he has revealed confidences which
may prove embarrassing to you."
"I still maintain I do not have this experience you keep alluding
to."
"If so, I apologize, but your friend remembers his time fondly. So
do you wish the proof?"
"Of Chinese medicine the Empire cannot match?"
Amanda nodded.
"Certainly."
Amanda stood up and moved her hands behind her back. Slowly she
untied the small strings that bound her dress to her body. Quietly,
sensuously, she pulled the sleeves off her shoulders and brought the top of
her dress down around her waist. Stanley found himself staring at a pair of
beautiful Chinese breasts, small, pert, with tiny, hard, bright red nipples
crowning each one.
"They may be very nice, but I do not see how a pair of breasts, no
matter how fine, and yours are quite exquisite, can constitute the proof of
your claims."
"You must consider all the evidence, Barrister Lloyd."
With a slight shift of her hips, the green dress plummeted to the
ground in a shimmering pool at Amanda's feet. Stanley suddenly found
himself totally at a loss, for staring him squarely in the face was a
practical impossibility. This shapely young Chinese woman had a quite erect
male organ. Sure her penis was only five inches long, but by god it
shouldn't even be there. Driven by curiosity and bewilderment and not
thinking of the implications of his actions, Stanley reached forth and took
Amanda's shaft into his hand.
"This... this is real. It's not a construct or a facsimile..."
"Yes."
"But HOW?!" Stanley exclaimed, exasperated.
"I was the seventh son of nine children, and I had no prospects as
to the family fortunes. My father tried to get us all apprenticed out so we
might earn our way, but I was last and my options were negligible. But
father heard of Hong Kong and the English and the unusual predilections of
some of the administrators. So I was given the option, risk becoming a
beggar or take the concoction of herbs that would shift my male energies to
female ones and try to make my way in the courts of the foreigners."
"Herbs? British scientists have studied mightily the plants of the
orient."
"But your people take them apart, to try to increase the strength
of one. We complement each herb for the desired effect. Sometimes Stanley,
it is not the raw power of a medicine, but rather it's synergy with
others."
"I see how that could be so. So you 'please' British officials?"
"I am not a whore. I run a nice tailor shop and occasionally it
pleases me to grace the arm of a Briton or enjoy the company of his bed."
"Um... quite. So you have shown me a part of China the Empire
cannot, as yet, match. You can replace your clothing, when convenient."
"And if I find it not so?"
"Hmmm?"
"I have been in Delhi for three months securing fabrics for my shop
and frankly, your administrators are far more, obtuse, in India."
"And so?"
"I picked this car, this room, and this passenger deliberately. I
am offering myself to you, here, Stanley."
"I beg your pardon?"
Amanda moved closer to Stanley, straddled his legs, placed her
breasts scant inches from his face. "I mean for you to enjoy my body."
"But you are a man. It really isn't quite proper."
"No. I am a woman who merely possesses this." Amanda moved her hips
forward, sliding her organ up his thigh. "And as such, I have come to enjoy
the company of Englishmen. James Wilcox of the civil service said you were
unattached."
"Jimmy? That rogue?"
"And he told me of your, escapades, in school."
"But I never..."
"No, but you watched. If you do not want to, I shall dress, even
take my leave. But if I stay here, like this, I shant say a word without
your consent."
Stanley, panicked, ran through his options, a list that became far
shorter when Amanda slightly, gently brushed her nipple across his lips. He
found himself reaching around her and sucking on those exquisitely pert
oriental orbs as she stroked his hair.
Amanda disentangled herself from Stanley and watched as he
hurriedly undressed. His own terribly pale English skin was a stark
contrast to the dark gold of her own, exotic to her as always. As he
dropped his pants it became obvious to Amanda that India would be a poor
posting for Stanley as his fat, redding, ten-inch manhood stood forth. As
he sat down she moved over and knelt between his legs and began licking and
sucking the head of her new lover's organ. After a couple of tries to get
comfortable, as she'd never seen a man as big, she began to suck the
throbbing rod into her mouth. Stanley began to moan in pleasure, this being
well outside his Victorian upbringing.
Amanda felt his sack shrinken and moved her mouth off his
organ. She kissed him, pressing her lips to his, her breasts to his chest,
her penis poking into his stomach. When she broke the kiss she had him lie
down on his stomach and poured oil onto his back. Resting her shaft lightly
between the globes of his arse, Amanda began to slowly rub the oil into the
skin of his back. Her hands sensuously moved along his spine, over his
ribs, and caressed Stanley's neck until he was very relaxed. Amanda applied
the oil to her shaft and, as she leaned forward to caress Stanley's
shoulders, allowed her organ to slide into his rear opening.
Stanley gasped as this new sensation overtook him as he felt the
warm flesh of Amanda's oiled penis slide along the tight ring of his
arsehole. He'd seen it many times in school, but never had been brave
enough to take a penis up his rear, but now was enjoying a beautiful
Chinese lady working her organ into his insides. He began to pant and moan
like a little girl as his oriental maiden boffed his bottom with quick
frenzied strokes. He gasped as Amanda's head flared inside of him and
Stanley felt the warm sticky liquid coat the insides of his body.
Amanda got off Stanley's back and lied down on her own, a small
pillow under her backside. She poured a bit of oil onto her puckered
opening between her legs. Stanley watched as he inserted his rod onto this
tiny Chinese girl's bottom as her soft penis leaked semen. When he was
fully inside, looking quite like he would split her in twain, he began to
pump in and out of her, balancing by putting a hand over each cute breast
before his eyes. Soon she was squirming in ecstasy as his ten-inch manhood
slid in and out of her, but he couldn't last long. As Amanda let out a loud
cry of delight, Stanley's penis began to deposit the juices of his sex deep
into her bottom.
He bent down and kissed her. Stanley and Amanda dressed, and then
sat together kissing and cuddling until the train pulled into Dacca, until
the boat pulled into Hong Kong, until the driver pulled up to his new
flat...
The broad plains of the Ganges River flew by the window as the
train headed east. Stanley Lloyd peered out of this viewport at a world
wholly new and different from the one he'd known in England. A newly minted
lawyer in a prestigious London law firm, his bachelorhood sentenced him to
that of glorified errand boy, entrusted with documents that could not leave
the presence of a member of the firm. But it suited his yearning for
adventure, so he put up with the prospect of slow advancement for the
advantage of travel. He'd been to Paris, Berlin, Rome, Vienna, Saint
Petersberg, Christiana, Dublin, and a horrible trip to Washington in the
summer.
This trip, however, was to the crown colony in Hong Kong. He'd
taken a train to Istanbul, a steamer through the Suez to Bombay, and now
was headed to Dacca to catch the Royal Mail ship to Hong Kong via
Singapore, fully halfway around the world from his English flat. He was
relaxing with a quiet gin when the door slid open and a stunningly
beautiful woman entered. She was of east Asian origin, most likely Chinese,
and stood only five foot tall. Her dress, cut in the Han style, shimmered
in green and ivory silk accenting her small but pert bust. Stanley shot to
his feet as quickly as the swaying train and Tanqueray would allow.
"Milady."
She laughed, a sing-song melody which caught his heart in his
throat. He took her hand into his and lifted it to his lips. After gracing
her knuckle with a gentle kiss he straightened up. "Milady, I am Stanley
Lloyd, esquire. Although your presence in this observation room was
unexpected, I would be honored to be graced with your presence as we travel
towards Dacca."
She smiled and looked down. "Mr. Lloyd, I am flattered. You are
quite the image of a proper English gentleman." Her English was quite good,
with that musical quality that Cantonese imparts to it. "It would please me
to travel east with such kind company."
Stanley sat down and offered her some tea (Darjeeling) and pondered
at his luck. In non of his other postings had he the luck to encounter an
unattached woman in close company, and wondered if maybe the trip to Hong
Kong would be memorable for it's scenery, not it's landscapes.
She caught him staring, and he looked away and tried to rebuild his
reserve. "It is ok, Mr. Lloyd. A woman such as I is accustomed to being
seen. It is when I am not noticed is when I shall take what offence life
lets me. I have noticed my name is hard for English to pronounce. Since my
name means 'beloved' in my language, I go by Amanda, Amanda Chen in yours."
"I am grateful to know your name Amanda. I am going, for the first
time I might add, to your country, to the Crown Colony at Hong Kong. It is
quite pleasant to get a preview of my destination on a train in India."
"You are quite clever with your words, Mr. Lloyd."
"Stanley, please."
"Stanley. And the nature of your attire and gear leads me to
believe you are a man of letters, a man of law?"
"Quite so, Amanda."
"Ah. Good, then maybe you can answer some of the questions I have
about England."
"If I can answer.", Stanley said, although twenty questions was not
on his short lists of activities he'd rather engage in.
"In Hong Kong, many of your 'made men', men of your upper middle
class were educated in 'boarding' schools, are you familiar with such
institutions?"
"Quite. I attended one just north of Stratford when I was a lad."
"Why do English parents place so many boys together in such a time
and then teach them that their experience there is something shameful,
humiliating, or evil?"
Stanley looked bewildered. "What experiences do you mean, milady?"
Amanda shifted slightly and gazed into his eyes. "That of sexual
experimentation, sir."
"I don't know what you are referring to, Amanda."
"Several English have recounted, some fondly, of the feel of their
classmates manhood in their hands, mouths and arses."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about Amanda, nor am
I accustomed to talking about such things in public, or in mixed company as
it were."
Amanda smiled. "Yes, you English are like that. So advanced in some
ways, so decidedly backwards in others. Your mechanical skills are quite
the marvel, but your knowledge of medicine and people are hidden behind
science and 'reserve'."
"English reserve keeps the people of the Empire civil, and English
medicine is quite possibly the best in the world."
"Oh, your surgeons are quite a lot, it is in prevention and the
spirit your people lack."
Stanley pshawed.
"I can prove it right now, but I hesitate."
"How so?"
"For it would cause my host to lose face. I have no desire to
embarrass you."
"I don't see how."
"I know that the person you are going to meet in Hong Kong is an
old classmate of yours, and I am afraid he has revealed confidences which
may prove embarrassing to you."
"I still maintain I do not have this experience you keep alluding
to."
"If so, I apologize, but your friend remembers his time fondly. So
do you wish the proof?"
"Of Chinese medicine the Empire cannot match?"
Amanda nodded.
"Certainly."
Amanda stood up and moved her hands behind her back. Slowly she
untied the small strings that bound her dress to her body. Quietly,
sensuously, she pulled the sleeves off her shoulders and brought the top of
her dress down around her waist. Stanley found himself staring at a pair of
beautiful Chinese breasts, small, pert, with tiny, hard, bright red nipples
crowning each one.
"They may be very nice, but I do not see how a pair of breasts, no
matter how fine, and yours are quite exquisite, can constitute the proof of
your claims."
"You must consider all the evidence, Barrister Lloyd."
With a slight shift of her hips, the green dress plummeted to the
ground in a shimmering pool at Amanda's feet. Stanley suddenly found
himself totally at a loss, for staring him squarely in the face was a
practical impossibility. This shapely young Chinese woman had a quite erect
male organ. Sure her penis was only five inches long, but by god it
shouldn't even be there. Driven by curiosity and bewilderment and not
thinking of the implications of his actions, Stanley reached forth and took
Amanda's shaft into his hand.
"This... this is real. It's not a construct or a facsimile..."
"Yes."
"But HOW?!" Stanley exclaimed, exasperated.
"I was the seventh son of nine children, and I had no prospects as
to the family fortunes. My father tried to get us all apprenticed out so we
might earn our way, but I was last and my options were negligible. But
father heard of Hong Kong and the English and the unusual predilections of
some of the administrators. So I was given the option, risk becoming a
beggar or take the concoction of herbs that would shift my male energies to
female ones and try to make my way in the courts of the foreigners."
"Herbs? British scientists have studied mightily the plants of the
orient."
"But your people take them apart, to try to increase the strength
of one. We complement each herb for the desired effect. Sometimes Stanley,
it is not the raw power of a medicine, but rather it's synergy with
others."
"I see how that could be so. So you 'please' British officials?"
"I am not a whore. I run a nice tailor shop and occasionally it
pleases me to grace the arm of a Briton or enjoy the company of his bed."
"Um... quite. So you have shown me a part of China the Empire
cannot, as yet, match. You can replace your clothing, when convenient."
"And if I find it not so?"
"Hmmm?"
"I have been in Delhi for three months securing fabrics for my shop
and frankly, your administrators are far more, obtuse, in India."
"And so?"
"I picked this car, this room, and this passenger deliberately. I
am offering myself to you, here, Stanley."
"I beg your pardon?"
Amanda moved closer to Stanley, straddled his legs, placed her
breasts scant inches from his face. "I mean for you to enjoy my body."
"But you are a man. It really isn't quite proper."
"No. I am a woman who merely possesses this." Amanda moved her hips
forward, sliding her organ up his thigh. "And as such, I have come to enjoy
the company of Englishmen. James Wilcox of the civil service said you were
unattached."
"Jimmy? That rogue?"
"And he told me of your, escapades, in school."
"But I never..."
"No, but you watched. If you do not want to, I shall dress, even
take my leave. But if I stay here, like this, I shant say a word without
your consent."
Stanley, panicked, ran through his options, a list that became far
shorter when Amanda slightly, gently brushed her nipple across his lips. He
found himself reaching around her and sucking on those exquisitely pert
oriental orbs as she stroked his hair.
Amanda disentangled herself from Stanley and watched as he
hurriedly undressed. His own terribly pale English skin was a stark
contrast to the dark gold of her own, exotic to her as always. As he
dropped his pants it became obvious to Amanda that India would be a poor
posting for Stanley as his fat, redding, ten-inch manhood stood forth. As
he sat down she moved over and knelt between his legs and began licking and
sucking the head of her new lover's organ. After a couple of tries to get
comfortable, as she'd never seen a man as big, she began to suck the
throbbing rod into her mouth. Stanley began to moan in pleasure, this being
well outside his Victorian upbringing.
Amanda felt his sack shrinken and moved her mouth off his
organ. She kissed him, pressing her lips to his, her breasts to his chest,
her penis poking into his stomach. When she broke the kiss she had him lie
down on his stomach and poured oil onto his back. Resting her shaft lightly
between the globes of his arse, Amanda began to slowly rub the oil into the
skin of his back. Her hands sensuously moved along his spine, over his
ribs, and caressed Stanley's neck until he was very relaxed. Amanda applied
the oil to her shaft and, as she leaned forward to caress Stanley's
shoulders, allowed her organ to slide into his rear opening.
Stanley gasped as this new sensation overtook him as he felt the
warm flesh of Amanda's oiled penis slide along the tight ring of his
arsehole. He'd seen it many times in school, but never had been brave
enough to take a penis up his rear, but now was enjoying a beautiful
Chinese lady working her organ into his insides. He began to pant and moan
like a little girl as his oriental maiden boffed his bottom with quick
frenzied strokes. He gasped as Amanda's head flared inside of him and
Stanley felt the warm sticky liquid coat the insides of his body.
Amanda got off Stanley's back and lied down on her own, a small
pillow under her backside. She poured a bit of oil onto her puckered
opening between her legs. Stanley watched as he inserted his rod onto this
tiny Chinese girl's bottom as her soft penis leaked semen. When he was
fully inside, looking quite like he would split her in twain, he began to
pump in and out of her, balancing by putting a hand over each cute breast
before his eyes. Soon she was squirming in ecstasy as his ten-inch manhood
slid in and out of her, but he couldn't last long. As Amanda let out a loud
cry of delight, Stanley's penis began to deposit the juices of his sex deep
into her bottom.
He bent down and kissed her. Stanley and Amanda dressed, and then
sat together kissing and cuddling until the train pulled into Dacca, until
the boat pulled into Hong Kong, until the driver pulled up to his new
flat...
