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Captain Richard Sperry stood on the bridge of his transport ship. He had been sailing from his old post in London to his future home in Singapore, the journey lasted almost 5 months. As a Captain in the Royal Navy he was privileged to journey on one of the Navy’s fastest transport ships to arrive at his new station as quick as possible. His wife and three young children would follow him in the coming months. By the time he arrived, his family would set off on their own trip, leaving them separated for almost a year. Capt. Sperry loved the Navy since he was a boy and always wanted to travel across the globe to see the Empires various colonies, and now after many years, he was arriving in his first foreign station. He was lucky, at the same time, his new station would receive a change of command, as the current Admiral was set to retire, he was accompanying the replacement. He had heard many stories from his father growing up about Singapore and Hong Kong, but in his life he had never seen a native of these territories. He had been told about the women, however he was loyal to his wife, Catherine, who was a tall, slender, blonde woman he had been married to as a young Ensign. They were married in 1897 and now in 1910, had three children, two older boys and a daughter.

Looking of to port side, I saw our escort, the St. Vincent class battleship HMS Silver. It is a glorious warship that only the British Empire could create. It had followed us around Africa and through the Indian ocean to our destination here in Singapore. As we came to port, the Navy was putting on quite the show for the new Admiral. Upon exiting the hatch onto the ramp, I was greeted to the site of a full Battalions worth of Royal Marines to my left and an equal number of Sailors on the right, all in full dress uniforms. The humidity of the air hit me as I admired the shining blades of the bayonet’s, row upon row of them, lined up perfectly like toy soldiers. The officer’s swords glinting in the sun just as bright, everything polished and pressed to absolute perfection. It was a site to behold, even if the heavy wool uniforms we all were wearing made it uncomfortable in this heat. Finally, 4 months 27 days and 9 hours at sea I took my first step back on land.

After all the ceremonies were completed, I was taken to my new residence. A small 2-story wooden house built for officers with families. Like everything else, the houses were built the same, in rows, and organized like the men that greeted us earlier were standing. As I went inside I was greeted by two people, a man and a woman, both locals here. They introduced themselves as the caretakers for my house, and that every officer has two caretakers of their own. The man, Tai Loong ,was older, well into his 60’s from what I could tell, but the woman, Jing Yi, was much younger, no more than 20. Small in stature, she was barely past my chest, and I stand at 170cm (5’6″) tall. Her hair was the darkest black I’ve ever seen, and her skin was a soft pale yellow hue. Her eyes were a dark brown, almost black with those eyelids that I’ve heard so much about, but had never seen before. Something about her eyes was enchanting, give all her features to a European woman and she’d be entirely unattractive, yet somehow those eyelids just made her face so soft and feminine like I couldn’t believe. The man said his role was that of a butler and the gardener and the woman was a maid for both the house cleaning as well as my wife’s dressing each morning. I know my wife will love to hear that news, I’ve promised her a maid for several years now. I had the next 6 months to get settled in to this new home before I’d see my family again. Most of the time would pass quickly enough at work, but it would be nights like tonight where I’d go to sleep in an empty bed.

Two months had passed, and I had settled in quite well to my new home. I enjoyed working at my new station and Tai Loong and Jing Yi had become a wonderful help at my house. In this time I learned that Jing Yi is the granddaughter of Tai Loong on her mother’s side. They became very good friends to me the past few weeks as my family was still long away at sea. They shared a small quarters in a house built behind mine in the garden. They were both up at work before I awoke and stayed at work till after I went to sleep. I made sure to treat them well as life would be a lot harder for me here alone without them. Every night Jing Yi would pass by my room and look in at me, thinking I couldn’t tell she was there, and watched me as I looked over the picture of my wife. Her long flowing blonde hair in her beautiful white corset, and that lovely blue hat she had made for her when she had our daughter. I missed her so very much, but in the almost 7 months since I left, I had grown to miss the simple touch of a woman. I fear that by the time my wife arrives she’ll be left disappointed in my stamina when we make love again.

I woke up this Sunday morning and attended service at the local chapel, and returned home. Sunday was the day I spent at home reading in the garden, after taking a long warm bath. Tai Loong usually runs my bath but today he was sick, so I gave him time off and instead Jing Yi volunteered to work in his place. I heard the little bell ringing from outside, telling me it was ready, and went inside. I passed my bedroom and found Jing Yi holding the picture of my wife, looking at her as I do.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

She jumped and set the picture down before turning to me, “Nothing Sir, I was just looking at your wife’s picture. She’s a very beautiful woman.” she said before leading me to the bath. She helped me take off my jacket, then my cuff links and shirt. She didn’t seem to care that I was so under-dressed in her presence, my wife’s first kiss was at our wedding and she had never seen a man without a shirt until that night, now here this girl is undressing me without concern. Soon I had nothing on but my linen undergarments. I stood there expecting her to leave but she stayed, holding my clothes she had removed with a unconcerned yet inquisitive look on her face.

“Are you going to remove your linen, Sir?” she asked.

“Do you wish to see me naked?” was all I could answer with.

“You’re far from the first man I’ve seen so bare. I’ve bathed all my brothers and cousins long before I met you. Someday I’ll bathe my husband, but that’s still far away.” she replied.

I had nothing else to do but remove my underwear and hand them to her. Standing in my home totally naked with Jing Yi watching me, my penis open for her to see. She looked down and back up, but her eyes were drawn to it, at first I grew self-conscious of it, thinking something was wrong, but her expression made me think otherwise. She left the room with my clothes and came back a moment later, empty handed. Picking up a sponge she began to wash me, something I always had done myself. She continued this without asking for several minutes before asking if I wanted the more “traditional experience”. Confused as to what that meant, I told her to do what she thinks is best and she stood up and walked in front of me. She was wearing her typical silk robes that she always wore, a staple of this lands culture. Then, looking me in the eyes, she untied the silk belt and opened up the robe, dropping it to the ground. I was shocked, even more by her state of nudity underneath. There was nothing left under her robe, and looking at her I saw her breasts and womanhood on full display. Her small height made her appear almost as a child, her breasts were certainly smaller than my wife’s, but having gone so long since I saw a woman so exposed, I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore.

She then entered the tub, which was much larger than I thought was necessary but knowing what was happening now I began to think different, and straddled my legs in hers. She washed my chest with the sponge, rubbing her torso as close to mine as possible, in fact it almost seemed like she was giving me a massage with her own body. Her breasts were my main focus as they were small yet very perky and firm. Not that of a European woman’s, but certainly not lacking. I sat there in the water as she scrubbed every part of my body with the sponge and the her hands, as soft as can be, until finally only one part of me remained, my penis. She took it in her hands and rubbed it up and down, sponge in one hand grabbing it with the other. I was concerned with how hard it was growing as my mind was flooded with thoughts of my wife on a ship waiting for me, and the Chaplain at this mornings service reminding us about adultery, and her I am bathing with a local girl. This sort of behavior is typical of the enlisted, but as an officer, and a Captain of the Royal Navy no less, this is utterly reprehensible. Yet, I did nothing in the way of stopping it from happening. As she held my cock in her soft Asian hands, I reached up and grabbed her chin, rubbing my thumb across her cheek and looking her in the eyes.

We stared at each other before I pulled her in to my face and kissed her. She didn’t pull away and only kept stroking my shaft. Eventually our kissing grew closer, and her hands were holding my cheeks, as I put mine on her ass, pulling her in tight to me. As we sat in the steaming hot water, I positioned my cock and lowered her down onto me, feeling her pussy open up around me as she dropped down. I couldn’t believe how tight she was, as if she had half the pussy my wife has, grabbing me tight under the steamy water. She never let go of my face, and only stopped kissing me to let out a whimper as I plunged deep inside her pussy. It all made sense the stories my father told me about Oriental women. He always said they were shallow, thinking he meant their personality, and that I must’ve found a good one with Jing Yi, but I now know he meant they have shallow pussies. She made the highest pitched moans, almost as if she was in pain, as she rode me. But never once did she slow down, even though I wasn’t holding her in place. As we continued to make love I told her that this is much more enjoyable in bed. I stood us up and set her down outside the tub grabbing us each a towel to dry off before heading to my bed. Our efforts were interrupted by the constant need to kiss and feel each other but soon we were dry save our hair.

She grabbed a bottle of oil from the table behind us as we moved to my bedroom, and got down and poured a line down the length of my shaft. On her knees she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock like a German eating a sausage. Such an act I had never heard or seen before, and the thought of my wife doing such a thing was inconceivable. I will admit that the feel of her mouth on my cock felt extraordinary however and, like before, I made no attempt to stop her. Thankfully before I climaxed she got off and got into my bed laying on her back. Her tiny legs, soft and petite, spread open in the air revealing her holes to me. I thought I was a stronger man, but I never thought I would be challenged like this, and quickly descended on her once more. Laying on top of her, with her legs spread around me, I rammed myself into her pussy with the desperation of a man who hasn’t had sex in almost a year. This young woman, a child by European body size, was going to be the object of my release. Almost 8 months worth of sperm backed up and waiting to explode out, finally into this tight little girl. The bed was shaking, the headboard slamming against the wall behind it and our desperate moans of passion and ecstasy filling the air. Her pussy was so tight but I was so horny that I couldn’t stop from splitting her in half with every powerful thrust. We had no concern for who might hear us, even with the windows opened.

Her Grandfather was a sick and in bed across the garden, and here I was with his granddaughter treating her like a whore in a brothel. Finally the time came as we reached closer and closer towards climax that my cock began to twitch. I forced myself as deep as I could go and held myself there as 7 months of sperm shot out like the cannons on a ship inside her womb. I held myself inside her for several minutes as my orgasm was to intense to pull out right away. In Europe, if a man gets his mistress pregnant her and the child are shamed by everyone around, however here she seemed happy, almost relieved that I emptied my load inside her. As if having my baby was an honor for her. I don’t know how I would explain to my wife why her new maid in several months pregnant when she arrives, knowing I’ve lived alone with her for all that time. I finally found the will to pull out of her, and she simply got up, bowed to me and went back to clean me off and bring me my clothes. After we dressed she went about her routine as normal, I however was still stunned I had an affair so easily. Jing Yi acted as if having sex with me was a part of her assigned duties and went back to cleaning the house.

The following day I went to work, and one of the men, a fellow Captain, asked me half joking if I enjoyed myself last night. He had been stationed here for 7 years and he explained that every new officer that arrives here ends up sleeping with a local girl sooner or later. He asked how I liked it and said he didn’t think I’d resist the temptation for so long. He went on to tell me that even if I got my maid pregnant, my wife would never know and that all the children born from English sailors lived a part of the city removed from suspicious wives like mine. He also explained how most wives of sailors come to expect their husbands to relieve themselves with the local women until they arrive even saying, “My wife wouldn’t sleep with me until I went to the brothel when I was stationed in Nigeria. She said the energy I had built up inside was something that wouldn’t be lady like for her to relieve. One night with an African woman and she returned to her normal loving self. That’s how it’s been everywhere I go.” I doubt my wife would see it that way, we’ve been too in love for so long for her to let me sleep with other women so openly would cause me great concern. But for now I’m left alone with Jing Yi and my wife somewhere sailing around South Africa, not set to arrive for several more months. Part of me hoped what happened yesterday would only happen once, but another part wished she would return for more fun tonight. It wasn’t until I went home that night that I got my answer…

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If you read this far I hope you enjoyed. I cut this story short but have more for it to continue later. I’ve enjoyed reading HistBuff’s stories with the various historical settings and thought I’d try one for myself. I hope to get back to my old three part stories that I started out with and plan on doing that here, part 2 should be ready soon. Hope you enjoyed it!