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...
Sorry, I've been out of it the last two months. Lost connections, and a couple or three illnesses...
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