Deepavali Edition: When Kindness Earns Bonus Points
Happy Deepavali !
All too often, we hear similar stories about ML’s difficulties back in China, why they end up doing what they do. Common themes include a bad marriage ending in divorce, some with a young child to look after; bad investments which wiped out their savings; being in debt for different reasons, or family members in need of costly medical treatment, and the like.
So, it was refreshing to meet KK two years ago. I just need to earn as much as I can, she told me, without providing any context, or sharing any sob stories. Well, most of us want to earn as much as we can for our own reasons, and I saw KK as a determined, hardworking young lady wanting to do the same.
KK
was at most 25 years-old, a petite (1.55m or so) young lady endowed with an impressive pair of 34C, super soft, beautifully shaped breasts with very light brown, tiny nipples. Initially, I felt she had the “countryside” look - a simpleton whose natural beauty was not tainted with modern age enhancements. By the second appointment, KK came across as the lovely neighbor with above average looks, high work rate, and an attitude of “you treat me well, I treat you better”.
My first meeting with KK was at a place that I had been to some years ago - a quiet, small condo complex at the edge of Little India. And when I saw KK for the first time, it was déjà vu – immediately, memories of Ivy, the sweety pie (story in #59), came flooding back. Not just the place, but the overall-ness of Ivy and KK were similar – young, somewhat innocent, gifted with big boobs in a smallish, slim body.
KK was shy and nervous. She wore a dark colored sports bra and un-matching running shorts, accentuating her fair, smooth complexion. The massage was surprisingly good, something which she had done before in southern China. When KK was ready to treat my little brother, she asked me to turn around. She unhooked her sports bra and a pair of large, bouncy, soft tits popped out, almost giving me a shock. Her poor breasts had been suffocating, I reckon her sports bra was one size too small.
As KK slowly applied oil on my happily erected dick, I looked her in the eyes and the shyness gave way to a young girl smile with an eager-to-please look. Is this ok, she checked with me while slowly stroking my massive manhood. She did not come across as experienced, and I liked it that way. I said do what you can and I will “pei he” (cooperate). She nodded earnestly and used two hands, almost treating my cock as a toy to play with. I was busy appreciating her amazing breasts with my hands, soft and large, yet not the least saggy, typically the case with younger ladies.
KK continued to toy around with my dick, and complimented me on its size and hardness. My hands had moved to stroking her thighs and inching towards her vagina underneath her shorts, touching her panties. She avoided eye contact but I could see she had a faint smile.
I’m going to remove your shorts, I said, after I observed the smile, which she was trying to hide, was sustained and she occasionally looked away (with eyes shut). I was also trying my best not to ejaculate, asking her to slow down her strokes.
“Wo zi ji lai” (I will do it myself), KK replied. As she was wiping her oily hands with a lot of tissue, we made eye contact and I suggested “wo bang ni ba” (let me help you). KK nodded shyly and I peeled off her shorts, and in my eagerness, also took her panties off, unintentionally, together with her shorts…..
“Bu neng zuo ai” (cannot make love), KK said as she allowed me to remove her shorts AND panties together. But my attention was sharply focused on the triangular patch that greeted me. I was attracted, uncharacteristically, to an unkempt bush – thick growth and hairy, the pubic hair going crazy in different directions. I found the “natural wildness” of the abundant, jet-black vegetation that obscured her vagina fascinating. It jived with the au naturale, inconspicuously innocent, slightly nervous vibes she exuded.
I placed my palm over the golden triangle and tried to sooth the patch, without success. Poor KK seemed embarrassed as she resumed playing with my cock. My fingers navigated around the bushy surrounds and soon established a path to the hidden hole, by feeling the growing dampness. Finding a tiny opening, I single-finger-massaged it till the dampness turned to wetness, then I inserted my finger deeper and immediately felt the stickiness of her pussy juice. KK made no attempt to stop me as she continued lubricating my cock with her little fingers.
“Hao da” (very big), she remarked, as her fingers gripped harder on my hardened cock. “Hao duo shui” (a lot of water), I replied. I rubbed the inner walls of her vagina with my finger more quickly and she corresponded with wanking me more urgently. The combination of the fascination I had with her bushy patch and the amount of cunt juice that had now flowed to my palms were too much for me and I ejaculated into her little hand.
KK pulled a bunch of tissue paper out of the box and gave it to me, before pulling another bunch of paper to wipe her pussy, obviously aware that she was very wet.
In my next visit to KK, she greeted me with a big smile at the door, like a dutiful, albeit shy wife welcoming her husband home after work. The session was similar to the first session, just that this time, I did not ask permission to remove her shorts. Placing my hands on her shorts (she was already topless) she auto positioned herself to let me remove it, together with her panties by design this time.
I found KK to be obedient and straight forward, determined to work hard for the money. I also found out that she got wet easily when handling my dick because when I started playing with her pussy before she handled my tool, it was not as slippery as when her hand(s) were all over my member. There seemed to be a “reciprocal” reaction with her.
My following date with KK was in an unlikely place (at least for me). I’ve shifted, she notified me when I made an appointment. It was to be the turning point for me with KK.
Arriving at the given address early, I recced the immediate neighborhood and found nothing unusual. In fact, it was in some ways “better” than the usual apartment/condo… it was an old commercial building flanked by decades-old shophouses including small bars, an area where nobody gave two fucks about vice.
I waited at the nearest bus stop as suggested by KK. A few minutes before the appointment time, I spied KK walking towards me. Go upstairs first, she said after sitting next to me at the bus stop. It was around 9pm and the area was busy, but nobody gave a fuck about anybody.
Reaching the designated floor, I entered the unlocked unit that KK had told me about. On one hand, it was a risky move for me. What if it was a “set up”? I had only known KK for a month, and spent all of two hours cumulatively with her at her previous pad, but my instincts told me she was a keeper, not a cunning operator.
I stood behind the door of the unit, which was in total darkness save for a little street lighting coming through from the far end window, and a small strip of light (from the lift corridor) between the door and floor. A minute later, I heard the lift door open and KK came into the unit.
She hugged me tightly, and although I could not see her face, I sensed she was very relieved. You should have switched on the lights, she said, as she did so. Well, I didn’t know where the light switch was before…. KK double-locked the door and held my hand as we walked into the unit.
I surveyed the place quickly. An old, dis-used office unit of about 500-600 square feet. The sole “bedroom” was likely an enclosed office that housed the previous tenant’s boss/manager. The common area led to a make-shift bathroom that had a washing machine. The place was old but otherwise the lights and air-conditioning worked well, it did not have a bad odour and was visually clean.
I was afraid you wouldn’t come, she said. Because other customers had declined coming after getting the address; two came and left after seeing the building from downstairs, she explained. Depending on one’s view, it could be a dodgy place that may present risks, or in my mitigated view, an unusual place that adds to life experience.
After showing me the bathroom, KK led me to the room. There was a queen bed, a side table with a LED desk lamp, and a clothes-drying rack with towels. A dehumidifier sat next to the clothes rack, and she had a single, medium sized luggage. My heart ached for KK. She moved to this spartan place a few days ago after neighbors at her previous pad complained about frequent visits by male strangers.
I stripped naked in the room and took the towel KK provided and went for a quick shower, wearing her tiny rubber slippers. Returning to the room, KK had stripped too, but had a towel around her body. Are you rushing for time later, she asked. No, I said. Can I have a shower first? she continued. I nodded and she walked to me… tip-toed and planted a small kiss on my cheek, retrieved her slippers and headed to shower. I looked at her as she walked out of the room, towel off, showing her snow-white complexion and an alluring pair of buttocks as her back faced me…