Dick Fitswell in Hong Kong
by Jack Corbett

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"Fuck all this glamour and romance. That's only for writers like Jack Corbett who have their head in the sand. That guy can't even get laid in a girl scout camp. I'm the guy people really want to listen to because I am getting laid all the time and all those writers, artists, film producers and other dead beats aren't. They are all pussies," said Fitswell as he watched a family of Chinese cook their noodles outside in an alley.

Most of the apartments in the Suzie Wong district measure only 12 feet by 10. People are on waiting lists for months and sometimes years to get these apartments provided by the state which gives new meaning to the description poor. The laundry is hung out to dry outside the walls of most of the buildings in the area. Meals are typically eaten outside in alleys since the apartments are too small to provide the luxury of kitchen facilities. The Suzie Wong district and most of Hong Kong and Kowloon contrast sharply with the lush residential districts of the wealthy with their large homes and penthouses.

"I love it here. This place is a paradise for a guy like me. The people are so poor they will do anything for a buck and I'm just the man to take advantage of them," said Fitswell as he stamped his cigarette out in the alley. "I could probably have a man killed for fifty bucks here. Life is cheap and getting a woman’s gotta be cheaper than dirt."

A scraggly Chinese woman approached him, like an old hag straight from a Boris Korlaff film. Her skin was a mass of wrinkles, her body undernourished from years of having to do without with a face filled with so many lines that it resembled a road map of New York City. Yet........she couldn't be much over forty-five. "Poor people like her," Fitswell reflected, "usually die much earlier than practically anywhere else."

"Hey you--you American?" the woman asked him in pidgin English.

"Yes and don't try to sell me anything unless it's pussy, " Fitswell replied.

"Pussy?" the woman asked. I don’t know pussy. I come to ask if you like a woman."

"What kind of woman?"

"A love woman," the old hag replied. "You wanta fuckee?"

"Maybe. What are you babbling about?"

"I have beautiful daugher. You American. You much likee."

"This I will have to see," Fitswell thought. "How can a woman this ugly have a beautiful daughter. But this is Hong Kong and in Hong Kong all things are possible."

"How do I know your daughter is beautiful?"

"I have picture. "See", the woman replied as she pulled out a small color Polaroid print.

The quality of the picture left something to be desired. In the middle of it was a yellow stain that probably came from someone accidentally spilling food on it. Still, it was obvious that the Chinese girl in the picture was a looker or at least had been at the time the picture was taken.

"Now that is cheap ass photography if I've ever seen any, " Fitswell replied. "But your daughter looks very pretty in that picture. Good thing Jack Corbett didn't take that picture."

"My daughter, she is very pretty--yes," the woman replied happily. But dis Jack Corbett...who is he? I do not understand Inglish very good."

"Never mind him," said Fitswell. "He's an asshole. He uses digital cameras and makes women look better than they are in real life. Which makes him a liar. I would never believe a woman he takes pictures of looks the same as she appears in his pictures."

"I no understand," said the woman. "You likee my daughter?"

"Yes. I would like to meet her."

"I take you to her. She is not far."

"How much for your daughter?"

"Only five Hong Kong dollah. She very good."

"Very cheap," Fitswell thought. Well below the ten dollars I had hoped for. A bargain if she’s anything like her picture."

"Follow me," the old woman said. "Not far."

Fitswell followed the hag two blocks to a rundown apartment building following her through the entrance being careful to make sure no one was following him. He had heard of many foreigners, especially Americans, walking into such places never to be seen again. In all likelihood someone had lurked in the shadows to bludgeon them in the head or stab them to death. He followed her up a narrow flight of steps to the building’s fourth floor and entered a small apartment. He couldn't believe what he saw. It was like they said--about 120 square feet. The little sitting room they entered was far smaller than even that. The whole place had been subdivided into two smaller rooms.

There was a couch in the sitting room and before it stood a small stove that was obviously used to heat the place on cold days. "Probably use dried up human feces mixed with whatever is handy for fuel," Fitswell thought. "These dumb fuckers can't afford much of anything else."

Hearing Fitswell and the old woman enter the apartment the daughter came out of the bedroom to greet them. "Mama san, so you brought someone back. He is handsome," the daughter said. "I only like handsome men."

The daughter was far more than Fitswell expected. Standing over five feet eight she was much taller than the average Chinese woman in Hong Kong or the southern territories which were only a few miles away. Her waist was slender which was typical of many Chinese women but unlike most her body had the right curves. She had not bothered to cover her breasts which were full with the most succulent nipples he had seen in a long time. She wore her freshly washed thick black hair long and to her shoulders. Fitswell immediately fell in love with her.

"Do you want some tea?" the daughter asked.

"Please," Fitswell replied, his eyes filled with lust as he took a seat on the couch.

The young woman went over to a little pot resting on a little burner that was plugged into an electrical outlet and filled a single cup with the tea that they kept for special guests. Then she sat next to him on the couch and pressed her thigh against his.

"Give me five Hong Kong dollah now. Then we can relax," the young woman said.

Dick Fitswell reached deep into his pocket from taking out a single coin and handed it to her as the old woman went into the bedroom, saying to them--"I get room ready. Make it nice and clean." As the door to the bedroom closed behind her Fitswell felt the young woman’s hand on his lap resting. Fitswell started to feel a warm sensation move up his groin. The young Chinese girl opened his zipper and pulled out his schlong.

"This is living it up, said Fitswell under his breath.  I need to do a recording about all of this. Mainland China has over a billion people, most of them poor. Hong Kong has eight million. Any man who doesn't try Chinese is a damn fool. You can have your pick of the crop on the cheap. And here I understand women really know how to treat their men. It is the Oriental way to treat men like king’s and it is the woman's job to serve them. And I have heard that oriental women are tighter than Americans . And that's what I am here for. The perfect fit "

The old hag came out of the bedroom, her face beaming. "The bedroom is ready. Just for you. Finish your coffee so I can make this room clean."

Dick Fitswell greedily finished his cup of tea, eager to try out the freshly cleaned bedroom. The young Chinese woman led him gently by his hand into the bedroom. Once again, he could barely believe what he saw. The bed took up the whole room, which considering that both rooms totaled only 120 square feet should not have been surprising. The Chinese girl did not waste time, pulling off her clothes before finishing the job of unzipping his zipper and pulling off his pants and jockey shorts.

She grabbed his penis as she edged onto the bed, lay down on her back and roughly pulled him on top of her by his penis. His schlong, normally 15 inches long rapidly expanded to 16 inches, the longest that it had ever been. Outside the bedroom in the sitting room Dick Fitswell heard a noise that sounded like a vacuum cleaner. "Probably the old woman vacuuming the place," he said to himself.

Still grasping his schlong the Chinese girl spread her legs and started to insert it into her opening. But Fitswell would have none of it. She was too good to waste. He knew he would want her the next night and the night after as soon as he entered her. Thinking "she's awfully tight he said out loud............"You make me bigger than any girl has ever managed before. "

Pulling his penis out of her, Fitswell got up out of bed, picked her up and set her down again so that her body rested on her stomach. "I have to do this one right," he thought. "She' s not excited enough. I don't normally pay for this even though it's costing me next to nothing. I want her to be mine. I want her to want me more than she's wanted any man before so I can keep coming back here." Getting into bed behind her he started licking her privates, probing with his tongue, at first just part way into her opening, before jamming it in as far as it would go. The girl started to get wet but Fitswell kept his tongue deep inside her until he could taste her wetness flow copiously throughout his mouth and all over his face. The woman started to arch her body upwards as she thrust her buttocks firmly into his face.

"She wants me. They all do," Dick Fitswell said to himself. "Now I will make her mine."

He turned her over as she spread her legs and jammed his 16 inch schlong deep inside her. In spite of her wetness she felt tight. In the background he could still hear the vacuum cleaner. "Has to be one of those little mini vacuums many Chinese have," he thought. "It is just like those little stereo systems they sell all over the Orient. In places like Tokyo, Singapore, Bangkok, Shanghai and here in Hong Kong. Unless someone's filthy rich space is too expensive. Rents are outrageous and people won't tolerate the high noise levels of high powered stereo systems. People live close together in small apartments and houses right up next to each other. There’s little room for big stereo systems. Probably the same way with vacuum cleaners. You really don't need a large vacuum cleaner to clean a small place and there’s little space to store it."

The young Chinese woman started to wrap her legs around his waist squeezing him in with her well muscled thighs. This drew him even deeper inside of her. He could feel it now........the sensation from almost every inch of his penis being sucked deep inside her. Then.......just as he really started to get into it, just as he started to focus on the exquisite fit, the length of her full body tightly against him, her tight nipples jammed firmly into his chest, an overwhelming drowsiness started to overcome him.

Home at last. Deep inside a woman with a nearly perfect figure Dick Fitswell drifted off. Outside the bedroom the droning of the vacuum cleaner took over what remained of his consciousness. Although the sensation of the tight pussy around his cock continued he closed his eyes and started to fall asleep. No longer looking at the woman he was inside, and unable to see her through closed eyelids he dreamed about a vacuum cleaner nozzle as he listened on. His sixteen inch penis was thrust deep up the vacuum cleaner's nozzle as he heard the machine's little motor suck the come right out of him.

Dick Fitswell was asleep. The young Chinese woman gently lifted him off her body as the old mama san came into the room. The two women rifled Dick Fitswell's pockets where they found a thousand American dollars. The tea had done its job.