The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 23 - A Ribald Lunch at First Lieutenant Kim's

Last week, I met our pregnant masseuse Ly, as she had been devastatingly horny. Unbeknownst to me, she had also invited Hoang, however, and it turned out that the two of them were having sex at a regular basis, ever since she had coaxed the young stud into trying to conceive, about six months back.

During our tryst - for which we went to the older vacant hotel, after Ly's older sister had surprisingly shown up at their home to spend her long lunch break there - it had turned out, however, that Hoang wasn't the father of Ly's baby, but they didn't divulge who was the culprit, although it sounded like he was someone I knew.

I was kinda expecting Ly to call me again this week to come over to her massage parlor; after all, she was probably horny every day.

Every hour

.

Or minute

. But Hoang could take care of that, and my muses Nguyet and Mira almost certainly would want to continue their charming

Stepmom and -daughter

ruse as well.

Sure enough, Nguyet texted me on Monday, asking if I was going to come over to her purported place at the model home she was working at, selling town houses to the aspiring Vietnamese middle class. She mentioned that her stepdaughter, Sachiko, who was given by Mira, would return to school after lunch, which would allow us

a tender hour full of bliss

.

In the past, we had met at said model home more often, but recently I had only been there once. To spice up our threesome-relationship, the ladies were pretending to be stepmother and -daughter, like I just said, which gave wings to our weekly sensual rendezvous. Under some pretext, however, the two of them could also have surreptitiously invited Ly again or her blind niece Hanh, who was Mira's girlfriend.

About eight weeks back, Nguyet married Hiroshi Nakamura, who I liked wholeheartedly; partially, since he was quite a charming, diligent sex fiend. But he would be at work, his new wife had already told me, which probably meant I would be alone with my muses: Nguyet, in her new role as Secret Service officer, and her enthralling eighteen-year-old stepdaughter Sachiko, allegedly from Hiroshi's first marriage.

Or would the new sex doll be lying on the bed, naked, in black lacy silk stockings? Sachiko had told me that the new robot purchased by the

External Department of the Ministry of the Interior

had been transferred to Nguyet's home, where Sachiko, as a result, was then forced to share the bed with her young ravishing stepmother for a few nights.

Which then had led to the tantalizing moment when Sachiko had discovered how mesmerizingly large and dense her dad's new wife's bush was. Purportedly, Nguyet had still been wearing panties, but the sheer sight of her stepmom's midsection was naturally tickling young Sachiko's fancy.

I didn't know if the younger of the two had already had the chance to see her stepmom's pubic mound in the flesh, though. Knowing the two ladies and their vivid, exuberant imagination, we would probably end up talking about Nguyet's impressive midsection over lunch. Just as Sachiko's titillating and beguiling game about four weeks back, when she had presented me her lap, clad in nylons but without panties, under the table.

Under her skirt, sitting next to me, across from her stepmother

. Nguyet and Mira understood perfectly how they could create sensual suspense and tension, and they always flourished in their roles. And so, I was smoking outside the model home again, where my muse worked, which was functioning as her home again today.

As I was puffing away, I noticed their respective motorcycles, and so I looked up at the kitchen window again from where, purportedly, Sachiko had seen me on my first visit here and almost instantly squirted into her panties, because I was so

tall and imposing

.

I didn't think that was true, but what was true was that Mira and I desired each other so much that the sheer sight or presence of the other in the same room stimulated our imagination and inevitably aroused us. But the same was true for my original muse, Nguyet.

Who felt similarly toward me for seven years already

.

When I was done smoking, I went inside, of course. Nguyet was sitting to the right from the door at her desk, wearing a somewhat old-fashioned, generously tailored greenish dress. Her smock had a long beige button tape on the front and a collar of the same color.

I instantly noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her roundish, elastic MILF titties were further down on her front than usual. But then, she was at home here, allegedly, and she knew that I appreciated such beguiling details. She knew that I would notice - and like it.

Nguyet, now First Lieutenant Kim again, quickly asked me to turn the key, because the office would be closed to clients from 11:30 to 1:30, before she began her charming, titillating banter:

"Your lovely is upstairs," she smiled at me, referring to her purportedly eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Sachiko.

"Well,

my lovely

... today, I'm here for you, First Lieutenant," I reassured her.

"I know how much you like her... yes, those teenage girls... they turn your head," she shook her own, before she murmured: "I know I can't quite compete with her... anymore."

I thought of a clever reply, but then decided to let it slide, for now, and let my actions speak for themselves, later. During lunch.

And thereafter.

But how would Sachiko, the sensitive teen, take it if I focused more on her stepmom today?

I could have proposed a threesome right away, but that seemed too early on our journey, although I was pretty sure that that was exactly what would happen later. I mean, the two of them had created their stepmom and -daughter quasi-taboo to spark up the intensity of our sensual relationship, hadn't they?

"Mom, where's the hairdryer?" Sachiko was now yelling from upstairs.

When I turned to greet her, she was only wearing a yellowish towel, wrapped around her upper body, and her hair looked indeed wet, like she had just taken a shower. From my low angle, my eyes got stuck in the dark triangle between her perfect young legs, under the towel, for a few seconds, until she turned and walked away, after her stepmom had pointed her to the master bedroom.

Nguyet was shaking her beautiful diamond-shaped head again, half amused and half aghast:

"Those teenage girls these days...

tsk-tsk

..."

"Well, Sachiko apparently knows how attractive she is," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

To not offend the older of the two ladies, I didn't want to praise the younger one too much, however.

"Overall, I think that's a good thing," I added eventually, trying to make it sound as neutral as possible: "Her, admittedly, youthful and fresh appeal is no match for your presence, though, First Lieutenant," I felt I had to add.

What had been meant as a compliment didn't take off, though. In fact, my words landed clumsily and hard, like a badly folded paper plane.

"Yeah, right:

presence

. You come here to have sex with me but, in the end, you'd rather do it with my stepdaughter, I know that. I could see it in your eyes... when she was standing up there, like a minute ago..." the, today, not so spiffy First Lieutenant told me and sighed.

"Well, she's gotta go back to school after lunch, you've told me," I lamely responded, leaving it open if Sachiko's stepmom wasn't right, actually.

"Yes, she does, but I'm already dreading lunch," Nguyet was notching up their game: "She's gonna flirt with you again..."

"Well, do you want me to leave and come back after lunch?" I facetiously offered, knowing that our titillating banter would serve our ruse well.

And: Nguyet loved threesomes, particularly if they involved two gals and one guy. Before we could continue our conversation, however, Sachiko yelled from upstairs if she should go ahead and

fry the rice

. After Nguyet have told her to do so, she looked at me sternly and asked if I had banged Sachiko two weeks ago, when I had taken her to the old vacant hotel:

"I mean, I know that Sachiko's girlfriend, Hanh, was there, too, but... while you were at it?"

"How do you know that I was at the hotel with your stepdaughter? Did Sachiko tell you?" I decided to go on the defensive.

"Well, remember: You have nanoparticles in your body, ever since the day we recruited you. They communicate with our satellites..."

"In space?"

"Yes, sure. I can locate you wherever you are on the planet," First Lieutenant Kim smirked.

Which was actually quite a sexy moment. And yes, she had thought of everything again.

As always

.

"Sachiko, too?" I had to ask, of course.

"No, but she had lied to her teacher, saying that she needed to see the dentist, because of her braces."

Mira was actually wearing braces, at 27. Which made her look much younger than she was.

"I called her school, and then put two and two together," First Lieutenant Kim reiterated.

"And now, you assume that Sachiko met me at the hotel, instead of seeing the dentist?!" I asked - or stated - the obvious.

"She's admitted it. Stop playing dumb, Mister Ben. Did you do it with her, too?"

"No, just with Hanh. The girls told me that she was really horny, because she's pregnant, you know..."

I decided to keep for myself that I had sat on the floor between Sachiko's enthralling naked legs, so that she could pee on me, out from under her school-uniform skirt. After I had licked her mesmerizing young labia for, at least, ten minutes. And the salmon-colored juicy flesh inside...

Now, Sachiko yelled from the second floor that the food would be

ready in a minute

. And so, we got up, leaving the tension in the room between us. For now, First Lieutenant Kim seemed satisfied with my answer, though; perhaps, as it matched what her daughter had told her. She still mumbled

we'll talk about it later

, as we were going up the stairs together.

Which did sound rather ominous. Anyway, Sachiko was now wearing her nice blue school-uniform skirt, together with a fitting white blouse, under which I spotted a lacy undershirt, which was so thin that we kinda could make out her nipples. Lieutenant Kim had noticed it, too, but when she made a remark in that regard, the recalcitrant teen only snapped back:

"You aren't wearing a bra, either, mom."

Ha!

I loved their mock-intense teen-and-mom banter. Actually, I was tempted to kiss the younger of the two, but that would have been too much in the presence of her stepmom, I surmised, although Sachiko and I had partied quite hard when I had been here the last time, when her stepmom suddenly had to leave to attend an important meeting

at the headquarters

.

Oddly, she had never asked about that day again. Maybe she would, over lunch. Or she was saving that discussion for some special moment. Unfortunately, Sachiko wasn't wearing pantyhose today, nor a tie, as it was too hot - but possibly no panties, either. She had already set the table and now brought over the hot pan with the fried rice, which she put on a large cutting board.

When First Lieutenant Kim bent forward into the fridge - a lot like Ly had the previous week, at her house - to grab a beer for me, I couldn't make out a panty line, but her dress was too generously tailored for that, anyway.

Was it actually part of the plan that she had dressed down today to look somewhat unattractive?

But then, Nguyet knew that I liked said dress. Once, she had played coy and inexperienced and only taken off her panties, from under the very same dress, before she lay down so that I could lie down on her. She knew that the tension between culture - the dress - and nature: her large, dense, pitch-black bush between her light nimble legs, turned me on like nothing else.

Sachiko knew that too, of course. That's why she had picked an undershirt that was barely hiding her chest. Funnily, the two of them now even got back to the issue:

"I don't know if you can go back to school like that," the stepmom remarked, before Sachiko replied, once more:

"Well, you're sitting here with Mister Ben, not wearing a bra. Everyone can see that."

"Sachiko, I'm at home here. But you have to go to your chess club in 30 minutes," her stepmom reminded her.

"I don't HAVE to go back. The chess club is only optional," Sachiko reminded her stepmom, in turn, before she nodded and smiled at me.

Well, what gambit would First Lieutenant Kim choose now?

"Sachiko, you can't stay. Not today, at least," she was almost pleading: "I know how much you like Mister Ben, but..."

"Do you like the food?" Sachiko surprisingly asked me now, directly looking at me.

When I nodded, Nguyet got up to go to the fridge again, where she got another can of beer, which she then placed right in front of me to exchange it for my half-empty one. I reached around her slim waist and fleetingly traced the contours of her little butt cheeks with my right hand, but she quickly eloped, blushing and muttering

Not now

.

While Nguyet was taking her seat again around the table corner, Sachiko shot me a jealous, disapproving glance, before she asked her dazzling stepmom:

"So, mom: Mister Ben is gonna bang you after lunch?"

Oh, this was divine

. Of course, we all could be pretty certain that some sort of threesome would ensue; Sachiko wasn't going to chess class after lunch. I didn't think she even knew how to play the game. What she did know, however, was how to spice up our sensual encounters: with fresh wit, humor, charm, and her inimitable breeziness.

No, yes: I absolutely loved our slightly contrived situation, as it was so much better than simply calling each other up

to fuck

. Perhaps, today wasn't going to be the most erotic session we would ever have, but the tension between stepmother and -daughter provided a nice framework for our preordained loin twirl, later.

"Sachiko,

pleeease

! You know that Mister Ben and I have known each other for a long time. And, yes: occasionally, we enjoy sex together. Your dad knows about it. And he's fine with it. I need it, especially today," First Lieutenant Kim tried to defend herself, swallowing with her mouth closed when she was done, probably wondering if she shouldn't reprimand her stepdaughter for her harsh language.

"Mom, ever since I saw Mister Ben in action with Hanh, two weeks ago... I mean, I want to do it with him, too," Sachiko sketched what her plan was.

"Sachi, you're only eighteen. And you're still going to school," her stepmom reminded her, needlessly, appearing slightly upset.

"But mom, his thing... and Hanh's sooo tiny," Sachiko giggled.

"And you watched, while they were doing it?" First Lieutenant Kim was curious.

"Well, Hanh's blind... she needed my help, from time to time," was Sachiko's rather plausible excuse, before she sized me up again.

As they were going back and forth, I began to wonder who I desired more, at that point: my original muse, with her sharp intellect, chiseled petite body and large, dense, black bush? Or the younger of the two, who was blessed with more wit, a more extrovert personality, and warmer emotions?

With whom I could engage in the craziest piss play?

"I don't know: Watching other people having sex..." First Lieutenant Kim was still unsure.

"Mom, Hanh is blind... she couldn't see how closely I was watching," our ravishing teen defended herself cleverly.

Yeah, not being able to see if someone was watching: Did that change anything?

That was an intriguing, clever thought. Anyway, since we were done eating, Nguyet now offered ice-cream.

While Nguyet was standing over at the counter to fill three small bowls, however, Sachiko quietly came over and sat down on my lap. With her back against my chest, I caressed her belly and chest through the fabric of her thin white blouse, rubbing her nipples with my thumb. Her fluffy hair smelled enticingly, and I felt an erection oncoming.

"I can't wait to do it again with you," she whispered in my ear, with her small elegant hand on my neck.

"Sachiko!" her stepmom almost yelled, though, when she saw what had transpired after she had turned her back.

As if the ice-cream was cancelled now to punish us, First Lieutenant Kim put the three small bowls back into the fridge, while Sachiko lifted her little butt for a split-second to pull her skirt out and back, toward my belly.

"You can reach under it, if you want," she whispered, while her stepmom was still eight feet away, near the fridge.

On my hand, I could now feel Sachiko's naked skin as well as a pair of soft, stretchy panties. Which were probably the grey ones that I was already familiar with. Of course, all this would have been way too much, even if one was having an affair with a young stepmom. But for us here, it was the perfect foreplay to arouse and channel our sensual energy - which we would discharge soon.

"You can pull the crotch piece to the side," Sachiko offered now, whispering again: "Mom can't see it... it's under my skirt."

I didn't know if this all had been planned out beforehand, but it didn't seem like it. Anyway, Nguyet passed us now to use the bathroom - which I somewhat regretted as I had hoped that she would pee on me, possibly together with her enthralling stepdaughter. And Nguyet knew how much I liked such slightly depraved play...

"Hey, Mister Ben, get your thing out, while mom's in the bathroom," Sachiko suggested: "I'll sit back down on your lap, and we'll cover everything with my skirt," she chuckled.

"Sachiko: You know how much I like you, but I'm really here today to bang your stepmom," I reminded her.

"I know. I just want to see your dick again. And play with it. And then, you can bang my mom... hurry up, she'll be back any moment!"

And so, I quickly took off my shorts and underpants, which I then draped over the back of my chair. Nguyet, who was in the bathroom for quite a long time, would parade past my knees on her way back, thus unable to see that I was naked under her stepdaughter's skirt.

Now, Sachiko lifted it up, of course, to marvel at my cock under her young, barely hairy pussy. She seemed exceedingly happy, and I almost asked her if she wished she had a cock. But instead, I just watched her how she was carefully fixing the crotch piece of her light-grey panties in her left groin.

Feeling the tender skin of her hazelnut labia and the few hairs on my shaft felt heavenly. Gently, I began to play with her long clit, after I had licked my fingertips, but then she spit into her hand to playfully jerk me off. Eventually, I dipped my fingertip into the moist sticky biotope between her nether lips, but then we heard the bathroom door; Nguyet would be back in ten seconds.

"Why didn't you take your panties off?" I asked Sachiko quickly, whispering and panting.

"I think I would come. Or somehow, your thing would end up inside me. I wouldn't know where to put them, either," came her response.

Just when I was about to ask Sachiko what would be bad about my thing slipping inside her young sheath, Nguyet passed us again and went straight to the fridge to, finally, serve the ice-cream at the table. It didn't look as if she had wanted to punish us; it was more about enjoying the treat together, now.

My thick noodle was pumping and throbbing nicely under Sachiko's blue skirt, between her young perfect thighs, but hidden from our eyes, including Nguyet's. Now, however, our youngest even began do swing and gyrate her little ass, so that her sticky cleft was stimulating the upside of my shaft.

When I whispered that

now I might come

if she continued like that, she only blushed and sighed, saying that she

just couldn't help it

.