Samaritan Arrangement

Ben wasn't very appreciative of his roommate's request. After all it was his house, and Tony was simply a casual friend who as paying him rent. What right did he have to ask what he was asking?

"I know it's a lot to ask. But I promised my mother I would try. I'll understand if you say no."

Ben sat back and tried to form the words in a nice way. He wasn't going to agree to this! Tony had come to him, explaining that his mother had called him to ask a favor. Tony was Chinese, and had lived in the United States since early in his school career. That's how the two of them met. But the rest of his family was still home in China, and now they were asking their son to perform a favor he couldn't do -- to put up a family friend's daughter and her husband. They had just come to the United States with barely a pocketbook and no understanding of American culture or language. Shortly after their arrival, their meager savings had been stolen. They were without friends and without family. Without friends -- except for Tony.

"I don't know, man. We don't have that much room. And they couldn't pay anything?"

"Lau, the husband, has been given a job by the only other acquaintance they have here. He has put them up this week, but says they have to leave. If they didn't pay rent, it would speed up how soon they could get a place of their own. But they need someone to help them, someone like me to translate for them."

"I just don't think so... I'm sorry."

"They could help out around the house. Hsu could clean and cook."

"I don't need anyone like that. I work at home, you know that. I can clean whenever I feel like it."

Tony was about to give up. He felt torn. On one hand, he wanted to help the couple. On the other, he knew he couldn't take advantage of Ben. But he did have one last idea.

"She's hot."

"What?"

"Hsu... She is fucking hot! Absolutely gorgeous."

"Really? So what, she's married."

"I know, but come on. It would still be fun. Maybe she would walk around in her underwear or something. Or wear a bikini on sunny days."

"Hot, huh? Do you have a picture."

"No, but trust me. If you want, I'll set up a meeting. I'll tell them that you have to meet them before you make your decision. Then you can see for yourself.

Ben leaned back into his chair again. He had never told Tony this, but he loved Chinese women. Until he had said she was hot, he was picturing an old withered woman. Not a young, gorgeous babe. His mind ran through schemes and plans. He could hide a camera in her bedroom. He could walk in on her in the shower. He could...

"Ok, I will meet them. Maybe it can work out."

Tony thanked him and went to make the phone call. He sat back, pleased with himself. He was being a Good Samaritan. Or perhaps, it was that being a Samaritan would be good.

The couple moved in the next day. Ben insisted. No convincing had to be done. No promises or deals. He knew he would agree when that door opened and she walked in. Tony wasn't kidding. Hsu was incredible. A beautiful, almost porcelain face. In an incredible body, with decent sized breasts for an Asian woman. And an innocence. She was naive, demure, or inexperienced. It was written on her so clearly, despite the burning sexuality oozing from her body. She was absolutely captivating.

Ben didn't work a second the day they moved in. He pretended to, but instead watched Hsu's firm body and brilliant smile. She was as thankful as she could be without knowing English, and her nervous smiles were more intoxicating than any words she could have spoken. In the span of a few hours, Ben became infatuated with her. By night time, he was obsessed with her.

He was unable to sleep when everyone retired to their rooms. Just a few feet away, just a mere few steps down the hall, an incredibly beautiful Chinese woman was preparing for bed. She was sliding out of her pants, and pulling of her shirt. He wondered what kind of bra and panties she wore. He wondered if Lau was going to fuck her. How could he not? How could he not be all over her every night?

God, did he want her! His hardened cock demanded her. He knew it was crazy to agree to let Hsu and her husband move in. Just because she lived in the same house didn't mean she'd ever let him put his dick in her. And he wondered if he could ever NOT be hard when he was around her. Could he concentrate when he was with her?

Ben took his cock in hand as he visualized undressing Hsu... kissing Hsu... and fucking Hsu. His imagination painted a clear picture of her naked body. He had never seen a Chinese woman undressed in person, but had seen many pictures of naked Asian women on the internet. He knew how to picture Hsu's skin, right down the color of her nipples. His cock felt good, but seemed to promise him an infinitely more pleasurable experience if he would put it in her cunt. Or even if he at least took in a glance of her naked body. Surely he could arrange that! Somehow some way, he could sneak a peek of her in that room down the hall!

Ben got an idea. Hsu would be undressing in that bedroom. That bedroom didn't have a lock on the door. What if he just walked in? He could be pretending to be checking on them, not thinking they might be undressing or even fucking in that room! Of course, undressing for fucking is exactly what he would hope for!

Ben sprang to his feet. He thought about putting something on besides his boxers, but the idea of Hsu seeing him mostly naked was too appealing for that. He wasn't even concerned about the terrific bulge visible in his shorts. Or that it was there first night in his house. He wanted to see her, so why wait?

He arrived at their door, and paused. His heart was racing. What he was about to do should be extremely embarrassing for all of them, but he felt nothing but excitement. What was going on in there? The light was visible through the bottom crack, so they must not yet be asleep. He put his ear to the door, listening for a squeaking bed , a moan or two, or possibly the sounds of a sucked on cock or nipple. He heard none of that, but did hear Lau's voice. Naturally, he didn't recognize the word. But it sounded gentle and appreciative. Perhaps he was paying Hsu a compliment on her beauty.

Ben opened he door with a quick motion. He saw Lau's eyes move to him as he lay bare-chested in bed. But Ben's eyes went immediately to Hsu, who was standing in front of the bed, facing her husband. She was in her panties. Her head turned from reflex to see what had happened, but quickly turned away in shame and embarrassment as she realized it was Ben. her arms folded over her breasts, despite the fact she was still wearing a bra.

"Oh, excuse me!" Ben said from the script in his head. His eyes focused on the best sight available: Hsu's ass. It looked so firm and smooth under her white panties. He immediately felt the urge to fuck her from behind -- to bend her over where she stood and ram his cock inside her as she gripped the sheets from pain. "I just wanted to see how you were doing..." of course, they didn't understand him Ben realized this suddenly. He could say anything for an apology! "Just wanted to fuck you, Hsu." Oh God, did that feel good to say in front of her! "I was hoping to see your pussy or your tits, but maybe tomorrow.." He waved his hand, then stumbled back into the hallway. He was beginning to like this language barrier! He could say anything, any word and any intention to the beautiful Hsu and not get in trouble. He could talk about groping her, fucking her, even raping her and she would be none the wiser!

He waited outside their door. Hsu had been stripped to her underwear in front of the bed. If she had done that to Ben, they would definitely be having sex. Ben hoped it was true for Lau, too. He hoped he would soon be hearing Hsu's sweet voice moaning and crying as she took her husband's cock. But it didn't happen. Ben waited forever -- in his mind anyway. But no sounds of love. Maybe he had made them too nervous. Maybe they suspected he was still outside their door. Ben decided to head back to his room, wondering if maybe Lau was slowly caressing her, feeling her breasts and nipples, and stroking her Chinese cunt as silently as he could.

Ben quickly masturbated to the thought. With Hsu in the house, he wondered if he'd ever not be hard again. He sure would be tomorrow. It was a Saturday. Both Kim and Lau would be at their jobs, leaving Hsu all alone in the house with him...

Ben's dreams had pleasant throughout the night. Every one featured the lovely Hsu in some situation that allowed Ben to see her body. Some of the dreams actually leant themselves to good ideas -- ideas Ben absolutely planned to initiate in the coming days.

He awoke early to the sounds of the young Chinese couple in the kitchen. Lau would soon be off to his first day of work, and evidently Hsu was preparing him his first breakfast in their new home. Ben didn't normally wake up this early on Saturday, but his body was alive with excitement and energy.

There was a definite sense of awkwardness as he joined them in the kitchen. Ben was pleased to see Hsu dressed in a satin robe, despite the fact she unconsciously pulled it tighter when she saw him enter the room. She probably wasn't to eager to be seen in her underwear again. But the awkwardness wasn't due entirely to the fact Ben had barged in on them half-naked and probably about to have sex. After all, they couldn't communicate. Ben fixed himself a bowl of cereal and sat to the side of Hsu at the table. He couldn't help but steal looks at her as he lowered his mouth to spoon in his cereal. What was she wearing under that robe? A bra? A pair of panties? Could she be naked? He had at least delayed their sexual intercourse last night, but perhaps they got naked and fucked wildly after all. All Ben knew was that he wanted desperately to open that robe and see what glory awaited underneath.

Hsu didn't waste any time putting on regular clothes after she had finished breakfast. But even in slacks and a shirt, she couldn't contain the sexuality and loveliness her body offered, and Ben found he could do little more than watch her all day. He, in turn, wasted little time using her ignorance of English to his own lusting advantage.

"You look really beautiful today." He said with a friendly smile. She smiled back. A neighborly, nervous smile. "I like looking at you. I like looking at your tits." Hsu was trying to pick up on his meaning, but she couldn't. "It would be really nice to see your pussy right now."

Ben was hard as a rock. Talking to Hsu this way, without fear or hesitation, was becoming the most arousing non-intercourse moment in his life. But he had to be careful. Hsu didn't understand his words, but she would understand his eyes if they lingered on her breasts or crotch for an extended period of time. If he stared at her face, she would become uneasy. Ben wished he could grab her, feel her, and kiss her. He wished he pull his cock out of his pants and jerk it as he watched her. But those things were universal. They transcended language and conveyed quite clearly Ben's desire to fuck her.

He enjoyed the afternoon saying whatever he felt to the bouncing Chinese beauty. Strangely enough, however, he felt compelled to stop once Lau arrived home. He didn't speak or understand anymore English than Hsu, but somehow Ben felt the understanding when be instantly conveyed as he eyed the area between Hsu's legs and said the word "cunt." Or that he was longing for the taste of a tender protrusion when his lips formed the word "nipple."

These thoughts were ridiculous, but sensitive because Ben knew all to well the power of his lust for Hsu. He had always had something of a secret longing for Asian women, and now an exquisite example was living in his house! He couldn't hide his want for her, no matter how hard he tried. Lau would see how his wife was coveted simply by the stares, scanning looks, and deep breaths his wife inspired in the men of the house. Maybe he would suspect something when Ben's trips to his room always seemed to follow his wife bending over or somehow jiggling her breasts. Ben felt he needed a lock on his door at those times, or someone could easily catch him unawares with his pants down and his hand ferociously stroking his Hsu-hardened cock. He was masturbating at regular intervals, yet his hand-induced ejaculations couldn't quell the purpose in his body.

It was amazing! When he stood a few feet away from her, he could swear he felt her flesh against his. He could swear he could feel her poking nipples in his fingers and her smooth panties giving way under his hand. Her pussy was right there - inches from him! One grab, one yank of her skirt and he was fucking her. Being so close was maddening. He could smell her. He could feel her warmth. Yet all his sensations were the most diluted form of pleasure he received from her. To be with her... to love her... to feel her...

To fuck her.

Ben's body shuddered every time he imagined it. As time went on, he didn't know if he could stay away from her. He didn't know if he could stop himself from kissing, fucking, raping, or doing whatever to her.

Sunday came and found Tony home along with Ben. Lau, the diligent worker he was, had again left his inspiring bride at home. Hsu was again caught at breakfast in her intoxicating morning attire. Her robe was suggestive, but not to the point of inappropriate. Maybe it was just suggestive to Ben. but anything that didn't fully cover her long, gorgeous legs and left a V-shaped slit down her chest was suggestive.

Tony followed Ben to the kitchen shortly thereafter. The three began there breakfast with little words, and appeared it would last that way. But Hsu spoke. She spoke when Ben opened a box of powdered donuts.

Tony was caught off guard, and apparently asked how to repeat what she said. Ben, of course, had never stopped paying her attention. She was pointing at the box of donuts. Hsu repeated herself, which caused Tony to look at the donuts himself and reply to her with an inquisitive tone.

"She wants to know if she can have a donut." he said.

"A donut." Ben repeated. "A donut. Does she know the word for donut?"

"No, I don't think she knows any words yet."

"Tell her she is welcome to one. But tell her she has to learn the words. Tell her to say... I want..." He said the words slowly.

"A donut?" Tony finished.

"No. Tell her to say 'I want... cock.'"

"What?"

"Tell her. She doesn't know any English. She won't know the difference!"

A partly evil smile formed on Tony's face. It was true! At least, it was worth the experiment!

He spoke in Chinese. He spoke to Hsu, who listened intently. She smiled. Not a smile of sexual innuendo, but a smile of fun and challenge. She looked at the box.

"Ah.. Ahhh..."

"I! Iiiiiieeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy" Tony corrected.

"I." Hsu said. "I wa... whuh... wannnnt..." Tony continued to help her.

"Cock." Tony finished.

"C-c-c ... Cock." Hsu completed. "I... want... cock..." she said again and blushed.

Ben handed her a donut.

"I want cock." she said again, more confidently and with no small amount of an accent.

Ben laughed. And felt his penis excite in his pants.

"I want cock!" she yelled it. Ben wanted to deliver it. Hsu bit into her donut, half-laughing as she did. One last time, "I want cock!" The powder was melting on her lips. The white powder became a glob. Indeed, that's what she would look like if he could give her that wish. He would give her his cock, inside her mouth, in and out of her pussy, up and down her breasts and finish with a bursting stream of sperm on her lips and face.

The image and thought were almost too much to bear. Ben had to get up. He had to go to his room and whack-off to delirium. But this was just the beginning. He knew it, and Tony knew it. They could teach Hsu English -- a very interesting dialect of English!

The phrases and twisted meanings came quickly. Syntax, conjugation, nouns, verbs ... nothing had to translate exactly. Ton went to wash the dishes. Ben announced the proper English phrase for Hsu to recite: "feel my tits."

"Feel my tits!" Hsu repeated. Tony and Ben exchanged a longing look. How they wished they could oblige her.

Ben made no hesitation when it came to stealing any glances of her that he could. It wasn't long before he inadvertently walked into Hsu's room or stumbled in on her preparing for a shower. He was desperate to se her naked. More than anything, he wanted to see those Chinese nipples and that beautiful, tight cunt. But he always seemed to miss the exact time. Either she was still too dressed or behind the shower curtain or under her bed sheets. She was quite modest, and seemed a little too aware of his intentions. But he had plenty of time. If necessary, he would drill peepholes to see her. So what if she found them? What would she do? Move out?

But his work was suffering. How could it not when he was nestled so snugly in his home with such a beauty prancing around his castle? They really couldn't speak. He couldn't try to seduce her with words. It was awesome and frustrating each day they were together.

One afternoon he was trying his best to concentrate on his work. But the sight of Hsu in a robe was a quick end to that. He wasn't sure, but somehow he felt she was totally naked underneath – at least that's how he pictured her. As it turns out, she was preparing her laundry. She had a basket full of clothes and was carrying them to the utility room.

What a time to be a gentlemen…

"Fuck your pussy?" he asked her, still enjoying his freedom of language.

Hsu, of course, wasn't sure what he meant.

"Suck your tits? Hump your ass? Ram my cock in your throat?" He was pointing at the laundry. He took the basket from her, pointed at the load, and then himself.

"I'll pound your cunt for you. I'll fuck your brains out for you…"

Hsu smiled and nodded. God, it was great. He was going to do the laundry for her! Ben liked his words better, but she got the intention he was trying to convey. Hsu pointed to the bathroom and made hair-washing motions. Ben smiled back. "Glad to have you get naked." He said. "Rub your cunt, nice and good. Bounce those titties around!" Hsu smiled and giggled slightly as she moved past him.

Ben felt a pulse of excitement rush through him as he looked in the basket. The clothes were Hsu's. Hsu's pants, Hsu's shirts, and Hsu's panties. Ben frantically reached in and pulled out a pair. They were simple. Pure white, cotton, and about as practical as a pussy-covering could be. And they were so small! Ben knew. Hsu had a small waist, but this really proved it! He moved into the utility room to prevent a re-emergence of Hsu from catching his appreciation.

He almost felt guilty, or perverted, but he couldn't help but get aroused. Holding something that had been in direct contact with Hsu's cunt was warming and numbing his body like a drug. He realized if her panties were in here, so her bras must be as well! He dug through the clothes. Success! Now his cock was raging. He held aloft the delicate garments used to support Hsu's tender breasts. Like the panties, the C - Cup bras were simple and plain white. But imagining them firmly pulled against Hsu's beautiful Chinese naked skin made them appear to be the sexiest clothing he had ever seen.

The shower was now running. At this moment, glistening drops of water were crashing against and caressing Hsu's naked breasts, nipples, and cunt. As Ben envisioned Hsu rubbing soap over body, he unzipped his pants. As he imagined her rubbing her breasts clean, he pulled out his cock. As he imagined her stroking her pussy even after it was thoroughly washed, he rubbed Hsu's panties on his dick The smooth cotton felt good. VERY good. His cock was where her cunt had been. His genitals were touching the area her genitals had touched. He closed his hand over his cock, shaping the panties into a sheath. He lifted Hsu's bra cup to his other palm and then firmly grasped he base of his cock. The straps and unused cup hung near his testicles. He started jerking off. He faced out of the utility room and towards the bathroom door. Hsu was naked beyond that door. A beautiful Chinese woman was in his shower. His showerhead released his water onto her body, spurting onto her. Covering her little brown nipples. Drenching her round, jiggling, dark breasts. Beading and dripping down her chest. Running in small streams onto and into her cunt. And she stood willingly, acceptingly, submissively. She accepted his spurts and rubbed them over herself, aiding the droplets into the areas she wanted them.