Please read chapters 1, 2 and 3 before reading this one.
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On Tuesday, Nicholas was lying back and watching television. It was close to eight o'clock and he was not expecting guests. When a knock on the door came, he was quite surprised.
Dressed in his black fleece shorts and a loose T-shirt he went to the door and opened it. He was beyond surprised to see Ping standing in the hall. He invited her in and she smiled shyly. He led her to the living room and she sat on the couch looking at him with trepidation. He offered her wine which she gratefully accepted and then sat opposite her.
"What brings you here Ping?" he asked her as his stomach did a couple of somersaults in anticipation.
She blushed and looked at the floor and then looked up at him.
"Good evening Mr. Nicholas," she said diffidently. "I hope you are not disturbed that I come to see you."
Nicholas smiled and shook his head.
"No, that's okay Ping," he said as he looked at her hungrily. "I don't mind you coming to visit."
She was wearing a form-fitting black skirt that went past her knees and a light blue blouse. Nicholas wanted her desperately but he was still having difficulties reading her. The look she was giving him right now could be construed as anticipation, extreme shyness or even downright fear; it could as easily be something he hadn't even considered and he was frustrated at his inability to guess her mood.
"I am glad," she said with obvious relief. "I was uncertain if you would consider my visit to be an intrusion."
"Not at all!" he said with a scoff. "I like seeing you Ping. You should know that by now."
"Thank you Mr. Nicholas," she said as she looked down. "I enjoy seeing you too."
She looked up again and tittered quietly as she met his eyes.
"Was there a reason for your visit tonight?" he asked her. "Or is this just a social call?"
She blushed again and looked down.
"I am here," she said slowly, "because I am... I wanted to say to you..."
She frowned and continued to stare at the floor and Nicholas could see she was having difficulties. He just didn't know why.
"Is there something wrong Ping?" he asked as he moved to sit beside her on the couch.
She looked at him as he sat and then looked down once more.
"What I have to say is... difficult," she said slowly.
Nicholas immediately thought that she was about to tell him she and her sister were angry. He was convinced they were upset about how things had escalated. It had started with simple views of their nipples while they cleaned to giving him hand jobs and blow jobs; he had even fucked the two of them, one after the other on his bed. He frowned and looked down sheepishly.
"I'm sorry Ping," he said sadly. "I hope you and Minh are not too angry with me. Just don't stop coming to my house to clean. I promise I won't touch you or even look at you."
Ping looked at him curiously and knitted her eyebrows in confusion.
"Yes, I know things have gone too far already, and I'm sorry!" he said quickly, "I have the utmost respect for you and your sister and I only hope you can forgive me."
"I do not understand," she said.
"I want you to forgive me," he said. "I don't want you angry with me."
"Angry?" she asked. "You are angry?"
"Me?" he said, blinking in surprise. "I'm not angry. I thought you were angry."
"I am not angry," she said.
"You're not?" he said with a sigh of relief.
"No," she said. "I am very happy. My sister very happy!"
"You are?" he said.
"Yes," she said. "I am trying to say this, but it is difficult for me."
"You're happy?" he asked inanely.
Ping looked at him, cocking her head to one side in confusion.
"I am very happy!" she said.
"Oh," he replied and then sat back awkwardly.
"Mr. Nicholas," she said, laying a hand on his knee. "I am very happy to know you. Since my sister and I have been cleaning for you, you have been most kind to us. We are very grateful to you. The reason I have come here is to tell you how happy I am to know you. I would like to visit you more than once in a week if that does not disturb you."
"Really!" Nicholas said with his eyes wide. "You want to see me more often?"
"Yes," she said and then stared at the floor. "Unless I am imposing on you."
"No," he said. "You're not imposing at all. I'd like to see more of you too!"
"Yes?" she said, looking up and smiling.
With her almond shaped eyes and her full lips surrounding her smile, Nicholas found it hard not to scoop her up in his arms and ravish her on the spot.
"Oh yes!" he said as he put one arm on her waist and drew her closer to him.
He put his lips to hers and kissed her. She sighed softly and then willingly gave in to his kiss. He lifted her and set her on his lap and hugged her closely. She put her arms around his neck and moaned as their kissing became more passionate. She hooked one foot behind his calf and snaked her tongue into his mouth with abandon.
He placed his hand on her midriff and pushed it up inside her blouse. She sighed as he cupped her breast and then whimpered softly. He pinched her nipple between his fingers and she opened her mouth and kissed him fiercely.
She put her hand on his groin and squeezed his cock softly. She stood up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Nicholas watched eagerly as her bare breasts came into view. She dropped her blouse on the end table and motioned him to stand.
She fell to her knees and pulled his shorts to the floor. Then she took his swollen cock between her lips and proceeded to give Nicholas an inexperienced but very enthusiastic blow job.
He held her by the hair as her mouth moved back and forth. She sucked his cock as far into her mouth as she could take it and made love to it with her tongue. She cupped his testicles with one hand and placed her other hand on his buttocks. As she sucked she traced her finger lightly over his perineum and all around his anus.
She wet her finger in the saliva that was pouring out of her mouth and all over his cock and then gently pushed it just past his sphincter. She continued sucking, laving his cock with her tongue and sucking it with fervor as she wet her finger some more.
Nicholas was moving his hips with her, pushing into her mouth and then drawing back until just the head was between her lips. He felt her push her finger to the knuckle in his anus and then she was tickling his prostate.
He cried out and then he came. She gripped his cock and held the head with her lips. The sperm shot into her mouth as she stroked him with both hands.
She hummed as he filled her mouth and then looked up at him and grinned around his cock. She swallowed his semen, savoring the white sticky fluid as a small stream drooled down her chin.
Nicholas fell back into his chair and Ping smiled at him. He was drawing his breath in gasps and he felt like his testicles had been completely drained.
Nicholas reached forward and pulled her into his lap. She sighed and whimpered a little as he parted her thighs on either side of his hips. Her form-fitting skirt was now bunched up around her waist and Nicholas gasped when he saw she was not wearing panties.
Ping settled into his lap. She put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cock, coaxing it into hardness once more. After just a few strokes, it began to grow again.
She was still very tight. She stared him in the eye as she swiveled her hips. She held his cock fast against her opening and closed her eyes from time to time as it slowly eased inside.
Nicholas put his hands on her tits and kneaded them as she coaxed his cock inside her. She muttered something he didn't understand and then gasped sharply. She made a series of "Oh!" sounds and clenched her eyes shut. Nicholas put his hands on her hips and held her steady. After about a half a minute, she sighed deeply and opened her eyes.
"I do not do that with my husband even before he left," she said with lidded eyes. "I give sex with him and he give me sperm, but I do not feel the same way. He has finished and I think it is the way of things. My sister tell me I can feel like this too, but I do not believe her."
She leaned forward and groaned as his cock slid more deeply into her.
"She tell me she feel like this many times," she went on. "I think her husband was better lover maybe."
She straightened herself and moved her hips from side to side a little and sighed again.
"Since Saturday, I can feel what my sister say," she purred happily. "She tell me she feel like this before, but not like this with her husband. She tell me you are more manly than her husband. When I tell her I want to see you tonight, she is happy. She tell me I should feel good just like you feel good. You feel good?"
"Oh yes," he said. "I feel great!"
"Good!" she said with a swirl of her hips. "I feel good too!"
Nicholas watched her as she moved. Her bare breasts jiggled as she fucked him. Her nipples were swollen to a deep crimson color.
He smiled and put his hands on her tits. She sighed and then began moving up and down on his cock a little more rapidly. He looked down and saw his member sliding in and out of her. The flesh of her lips seemed to grab at him as his cock moved out and was then pushed in as he moved inside.
She was dripping wet and his cock felt like it was inside an oven it was so hot. She started moving ever faster and she whimpered with every thrust.
Her wetness was now soaking both of them and her skin slapped against him as she moved. She moaned again and began making another series of "Oh!" sounds. Each time she sank on to his cock, she squealed her "Oh!" and he smiled at how she must be enjoying it. He gripped her hips and helped her with her movements lifting her slightly on every up stroke and then letting go as she sank down again.
