The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 20

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 20 - At First Lieutenant Kim's

Last week, Mira had enticed me again to join her at the old vacant hotel, where our orgy posse had been meeting for about three years now. Initially, we were alone, and so we had indulged in our favorite pastime, urophilia, until we had discovered Sally - in her new role as Japanese sex robot - on the bed.

Sally had been quasi naked, only been wearing black lacy stockings and a spiffy garter belt of the same color. I still wasn't sure about her ulterior motives for her ruse, but she knew she was gorgeous and thus enjoyed exhibiting herself, while her courage gained her a spot in the first row, watching Mira and me frolicking around naked.

I still loved the idea of the sex doll: I found it highly original and would have loved to continue the plot, but my muse Nguyet had other plans for this week's tryst: In her new role as First Lieutenant Kim, from the External Department of the Ministry of the Interior, she invited me to her home to meet her new husband, Hiroshi Nakamura, over lunch.

Of course, I already knew Hiroshi, just not in our new secret service role-play. He was a man of the world, who combined the aura of a mafia boss with the professionalism of a CEO, but he also had some wacky fantasies: One of which was to watch me - or another guy - bang his ravishing wife on the kitchen table after lunch, while he was forced to do the dishes.

Yes, perhaps the lunch was meant to set the scene for Hiroshi to see his proclivities met. Under some pretext - perhaps, after an argument between the spouses - I would bend Nguyet over the table, unceremoniously pull her small panties down her little legs, under her skirt, and then bang her heartily from behind. Although, she was a bit too short for that.

Or, I was too tall. Anyway, although Hiroshi and Nguyet had recently bought a townhouse, she invited me to come to her office, which was on the ground floor of such a terraced house in the same subdivision. Said model home also had seen a plethora of amorous encounters over the years; the only thing I had to remember was that I would purportedly be there for the first time, today.

Yes, my muses, Nguyet and Mira, had come up with a hilarious but also captivating role-play a few weeks back, during which they pretended to be working for some Southeast Asian spy ring in the External Department of the Ministry of the Interior, for which they needed to recruit bi- or trilingual personnel.

Needless to say, their weapon of choice was eroticism: their allure and the readiness to engage in sex - although they had recently purchased said sex doll to alleviate the daunting duty of continuously offering themselves to their male prey.

I was looking forward to seeing Hiroshi again, as he was interested in history and politics, something I had a hard time finding someone to talk to about, here in our small town in Central Vietnam. So, we would eat, drink, and chat and then slowly but surely slide into some sort of amusing and satisfying sensual adventure, which was fine with me. Of course.

While I was smoking outside said model home, under a tree in the parking lot, squinting into the friendly-gray sky, I asked myself, however, why we weren't meeting at Hiroshi and Nguyet's own new home. Well, perhaps her mom had moved in or was watching her five-year-old grandson Minh there.

And the model home here was nicely and fully furnished and the floor plan pretty much identical with the house that the couple had bought. Anyway, when I was done with my ciggy, I knocked on the door, even though one could step right in, as - like I said - this was a real-estate office. Which it said on two signs: one on the door and another on the wall.

Would Sally - in her new role as sex doll - open the door? Scantily clad in some semi-opaque little flimsy dress? And would Nguyet's colleague Thuy be sitting at her desk, as she had so many times in the past? Well, as far as I knew, she was pregnant, just as our masseuses Ly and her blind niece, Hanh. So, no Thuy today, in all likelihood.

Of course, Nguyet - First Lieutenant Kim - herself opened the door, asking me to come in. Needless to say, I made a remark about the two desks and the office space down here, which were unusual for a private residence, but she instantly explained that the role of the real-estate agent was just a cover for her secret-service activities:

"I mean, I gotta be able to tell people something, even though my work as a spy is well-paid. I'm under no pressure to sell any homes..."

Meanwhile, Nguyet had sat down again in her office chair and was clicking around on her computer screen. Of course, she looked snazzy, as always: She had been to the hairdresser, was wearing subtle make-up as well as a crème-colored blouse and her new red skirt, which had shorts or a miniskirt of the same material and color underneath - the one she had been sporting two or three weeks earlier, on the day she had introduced me to Sally, the new Japanese sex robot.

"Mister Douglas, there's bad news: My husband is busy today. He got a phone call thirty minutes ago and had to rush to the headquarters."

"What a shame," was all I could reply, but it was true: I had sincerely been looking forward to chatting with him.

And the loin twirl with Nguyet, afterward.

"Mom, can I take a shower before we eat?" a young woman was suddenly yelling from upstairs.

Mom. Ha, awesome! Nguyet was 35, and couldn't really have a young adult daughter, even if she had wanted to.

"Yes, but hurry up!" First Lieutenant Kim yelled back, before she looked at me with an expression that told me that she had to suppress laughter.

"Oh, First Lieutenant, you got a daughter?" I played along, of course: "You never mentioned her..."

"Well, step... She's my husband's daughter, from his first marriage. She's eighteen and here for the whole school year."

"Well, that's exciting, I guess. What's her name?" I naturally asked.

"Sachiko. I think that means something like Fortunate Child."

Now, I had to suppress laughter, since Sachiko was the name I had given Mira on the day she had shown up in her school uniform for the first time ever, about eight months back, in October. Because that was my first girlfriend's name, while I was teaching college in the South Seas, in Micronesia.

"And: Is she a fortunate child?" I kept the ball rolling, since Nguyet had included that detail.

"Well, yes and no, I'd say. She argues a lot with her dad. To be honest, I don't really get why she's here, in our small town, and not with her real mother in Japan," the ravishing First Lieutenant sighed and made a little hand gesture, as if she wanted to say that it was too late, anyway, by now and returned her focus to her computer screen.

"That's too bad," I murmured, pretending to be concerned: "Well, the school year must be almost over by now."

"I think she's gonna stay for a few more weeks, afterwards. But I've heard it is often difficult between mothers and teenage daughters."

"But that's more within the nuclear family," I countered, but Nguyet had dialed a number in the meantime, and now the person at the other end answered.

So, suddenly Mira was Nguyet's daughter. Well, that wasn't perhaps highly original, but I instantly realized the alleged relationship's potential. My guess was that the two of them had been pregnant with the idea for a while, but had hesitated to try it, since Nguyet was only about eight years older than my favorite ex-colleague from the Philippines.

On the other hand, Mira did look decidedly younger than she was; especially now that she was wearing braces again. And the ruse would offer a whole new dynamic among or between the three of us. But what would ensue now? Did they want to break the quasi incest taboo to infuse our relationship with new energy that way?

Or was Sachiko still a virgin and needed a bit of training in sensual matters? But that would be too much of a cliché, I thought to myself, while Nguyet was still speaking over the phone. Well, I would see in twenty minutes, upstairs in the kitchen. Or was Sally lying naked on the bed again, as the sex doll, which we needed to test and feed sensual input?

"Let me go up and see if Sachiko is ready," Nguyet said as she was getting up, done with her phone call: "She's a bit of a libertine... sometimes, if her dad isn't here, she walks through the house almost naked," Nguyet told me, notching up their game.

"I wouldn't mind her running around like that," I had to reply: "Pretty much every eighteen-year-old's hot."

"Mister Douglas, don't! She's taboo," First Lieutenant Kim chuckled, admonishing me charmingly: "She's too young and inexperienced. I don't think she's had a boyfriend yet."

"But, Lieutenant, we're gonna do it, after lunch?" I double-checked, slightly concerned.

"Yes, sure... when Sachiko's gone back to school. But, Mister Douglas: Don't flirt with me during lunch. She doesn't need to know... that we... that I invited you here today... to..."

"I understand. That would unsettle the girl, I know," I replied melodramatically to play along.

Now, Nguyet went up the stairs to check on her alleged step-daughter. I could hear them talking in the hall, but when the mother asked me to wait for another five minutes, I stepped outside again to smoke another ciggy.

As I was puffing away, I wondered if Hiroshi simply wasn't on one of his frequent business trips, just as Sally. If she wasn't upstairs. Naked on the bed. But why were we meeting here, and not at their actual home or the vacant hotel? Well, we had been to the old hotel a lot recently; perhaps, the ladies simply wanted a change in scenery. But it would have been implausible if Nguyet - First Lieutenant Kim - had dragged her step-daughter there.

What I didn't know, either, was if Mira and Hiroshi were interested in each other at all. As amusing and arousing as the cuckold scene in the kitchen was to imagine, it might have been too much to drag Mira, as Hiroshi's daughter, into it. Or maybe not. Provided, she didn't mind having sex with our Japanese mafia boss present: That could be the most titillating and tantalizing situation of all.

Mira was also close to her period, but it would have been odd to pick the model home here for that kind of special sex. Nguyet wouldn't want the bed to get soiled, and neither would Mira. No, Guava-jam sex we would better have at the older empty hotel.

When I went back inside, Nguyet already seemed to be upstairs but, as I was passing the half-open bedroom door on the second floor, I caught a glimpse of Mira in her school uniform blouse, but without the skirt. Sporting dark pantyhose, she looked utterly endearing and hot; partially, as her shirt wasn't buttoned yet. Underneath, she was wearing a girlish white undershirt with some lace around her little titties - she simply looked divine.

Yes, Mira was pressing all the buttons in this little scene: She was graceful beyond measure, but also sensual and astoundingly hot. She was standing in front of the open wardrobe and seemed unable to decide what skirt to wear. Or something. Of course, I picked the chair in the kitchen that allowed me to keep looking at her through the half-open bedroom door.

Her new step-mom, Nguyet, was oblivious to the fact that her purported daughter wasn't fully dressed yet, as she was busy setting the table. In real life, she wouldn't have minded, but in her new role as the mother of a teenage girl, she couldn't condone such shenanigans.

To keep in sync with my role in the scheme of things and add a titillating detail to our ruse, I cleared my throat, before I alerted First Lieutenant Kim that our youngest - the ravishing daughter of her husband - may be crossing a line:

"Ehem, yes, Lieutenant," I nodded toward the bedroom with my chin: "The young lady... she's taking another liberty, I think..."

Before her mother could say anything, though, Sachiko had stepped out of the bedroom and was now standing ten feet away from us, in pantyhose and her half-open school uniform blouse. We could see one nipple poking through the thin white fabric of her undershirt, and I could feel my cock twitch for the first time:

"Which one, mom?" Sachiko asked, holding two different blue skirts next to her hips, one in each hand.

I now also noticed her white panties, under the dark stretched fabric of her nylons. Man, was this young creature gorgeous!

"Mom, we have optional courses this afternoon, but I can't decide which skirt to wear," was the teenager's excuse to present herself in pantyhose.

Which was the single most enthralling thing I had ever seen. Even though I was a guest and purportedly three times as old as our youngest, I couldn't turn my head and just kept admiring the beguiling young creature, whose hips had become a tad more womanly over the last two or three years.

As there was some sort of stalemate and Mira-Sachiko was still standing there, I noticed the cute little ribbon on her panties and then marveled how her soft, stretchy underwear was enwrapping her little boat-hull pussy perfectly. Once more, my cock made its presence felt, and I would have loved to be able to whip it out right then - which would have ruined the role-play, though:

"The checked one," Nguyet eventually replied, shaking her head: "Tsk-tsk... that she shows herself like that when you're here... but then, she's at an age where she starts taking an interest in men..." First Lieutenant Kim eventually shrugged shoulders and began filling our bowls.

"Well, she's young and beautiful... graceful, which she knows. I'm sure it's fun to tease a man the age of her dad. And perhaps, she thought that the dark pantyhose was enough," I surmised naïvely.

"Well, didn't you see her underwear?" First Lieutenant Kim asked rhetorically, commenting on the cheeky, charming transgression: "But I don't want to kick up a fuss... you know, that might ruin the lunch..."

Meanwhile, Mira had disappeared again inside the bedroom but closed the door, this time. Nguyet offered me something to drink and put ice in our glasses, before she tossed the salad and put some dressing on it. As her step-daughter was still getting ready, Nguyet called Sachiko's name, who then stepped out of the bedroom.

Pretty much fully dressed in her full school uniform, with her blouse properly buttoned. No tie, but pantyhose, of course. But her shirt wasn't entirely opaque, either, so that we could see the lacy seam as well as straps of her white undershirt beneath.

Sachiko was positively beaming but, before she would sit down, she took her chair and moved it next to me, before she asked - like a teenage girl - who the man was.

"That's Mister Ben. We used to work together," First Lieutenant Kim explained.

I had adopted the name Ben more than ten years back, since Douglas was hard to pronounce for the Vietnamese, and I had never liked Doug. Although, it might have been sexy to listen to Sachiko trying to pronounce it.

"Chic... spiffy," the teen replied, licking her lips.

Yes, her braces really did make her look like an eighteen-year-old, although Mira was already 27. After we toasted and nodded at each other somewhat formally, we began to eat but, in my mind's eye, I instantly saw Hiroshi and half-naked Sally sitting here as well. In her new role as sex doll, of course.

Wearing her flimsy dark, semi-translucent dress, her little white apron and garter belt. Without a bra, so that we could admire her awesome large boobs under the dark, thin fabric. Hiroshi wouldn't be able to turn his gaze, which could lead to some jealousy scene, here at the table:

Nguyet would complain that Hiroshi liked the doll more than his new dazzling wife and threaten that I would bang her right here in the kitchen. Hiroshi would apologize but still fuck Sally, while he would watch me bang his other half: our ravishing muse Nguyet, aka First Lieutenant Kim from the External Department of the Ministry of the Interior. Our glorious petite Vietnamese Mata Hari.

After maybe three minutes, a charming sensation on my left forearm woke me up from my reveries, however: Sachiko was plucking and pulling my hairs there. When her step-mom noticed, she tried to stop our youngest with a disapproving look, but the rakish teen only laughed, so that I replied:

"Oh, it doesn't bother me. She could continue... I wouldn't mind..."

"If you leave your arm here on the table, I will just do that," the sweet teenage girl was grinning, before she took my left arm and placed it on my left thigh under the table.

To continue the tenderness there? After only a few seconds, she changed her mind, though, and moved my left hand onto her right thigh, onto her skirt. Just like First Lieutenant Kim, I didn't want to kick up a fuss, either, here at the lunch table, hoping that Sachiko's purported step-mom wouldn't notice. If she did, she would have to say something, in her new role.

Of course. So, now we were eating, only exchanging relatively few pleasant words here and there. The tension seemed to be mounting, as the older of the two women wanted to have sex with me, while the younger one was more charming and alluring, almost putting out already - something First Lieutenant Kim restrained herself from doing.

Notching up her game, Sachiko now placed my hand under her skirt, directly onto her perfect nylon-clad young thigh, which I was purportedly touching for the very first time at that moment. I acted slightly perplexed, but our youngest just smiled and nodded at me encouragingly, and I felt my cock twitch again.

First Lieutenant Kim pretended to be unaware of the sweet shenanigans under the table; she knew how much Mira and I loved and desired each other; especially, in her school uniform, plus the pantyhose - which felt softer than the one she had been wearing on that fateful day at the old hotel, when she had been leading me on - and later led me to her blind girlfriend Hanh's massage parlor.

This pair nylons doesn't have a vertical seam down on the front, either, I had just recalled, from her standing near the bedroom door earlier, when Sachiko referred back to me again:

"Mister Ben is so... so imposing, as tall as he is," she paid me a compliment, before she pressed my hand further up on her leg and then directly into her young lap, while she was ogling my chest hair with pursed lips.

Mom, I'm wet already, was a line I was kinda waiting for. Which didn't come, though. No, that would have been too crude. But, when Nguyet got up to fetch some more cold drinks from the fridge, Sachiko leaned sideways and whispered into my ear that she wanted to kiss me, before she rubbed her nylon-clad crotch with my hand.

No, Mira didn't seem to be having her period, as I had surmised smoking outside downstairs, earlier. And there hadn't been a Kotex pad in her panties when she had asked her alleged stepmother which skirt she should pick, standing over there, near the bedroom door.

The funny things was, though, that I believed I could feel her pubic hair on my fingertips, directly under the thin-stretched fabric. And, sure enough: When Nguyet was focusing on filling our small bowls for a second time and thus was distracted, Sachiko surreptitiously pulled up her skirt under the table to present me her naked lap under the thin, dark, semi-opaque nylon.

Oh, man: The cheeky young thing knew what she was doing. She had taken off her undies during those two minutes back in the bedroom and then put her pantyhose back on. I had never seen her so proud before, but this surely was the proverbial bee's knees. Yes, the school girl was showing off her sparse pubic mound and pussy under the lunch table.