The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 31

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 31 - Mira gets punished for her Misdeed

Hi Douglas, Sugar Daddy once again, or do you want to catch me stealing? ???? my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines asked me on Monday morning, alluding to the two most enthralling and enticing roleplays the two of us had ever engaged in.

Initially, I was hoping that she would get Quyen to tag along, but it turned out that the latter was in Da Nang for some work-related matter, while Mira was about to leave our small nondescript town for good to start afresh in Taiwan at some International School. Before Mira would leave, though, she wanted to party hard a few more times - just as my muse, Nguyet, before she would have another child with her Japanese husband, Hiroshi, and then retreat to their new home.

I left it up to Mira which of her two beguiling roleplay ideas we would utilize; both could begin at the large supermarket or the new Vincom mall downtown. In the Sugar Daddy version, Mira would dress up and offer her assets for a test drive, while in the second scenario, I would film her pinching some item and then blackmail her into sex.

The latter idea we had already realized once, with our young buddy Charlie, who had been pretty inexperienced back then, while we had already maxed out the first, it felt: in both Sugar Daddy initiations, Mira had put on such a show to find a sponsor for her college studies that I thought it impossible to top it.

I had a hunch that Mira wanted to be caught shoplifting, since she had this consensual non-consent shtick, which we hadn't catered to in quite a while. Did such inclinations simply go away, or did she still fantasize about being taken quasi against her will? Well, I had to admit that I couldn't really force my beloved Mira into sex but then, if that was what made her happy...

Well, at 27, Mira also was old enough to decide such things for herself, and over the years, she had told me on multiple occasions that that was what she sometimes desired. But she wasn't going to get it from any other guy - at least, not as convincingly - since I was twice as old as Mira as well as much taller and bigger than anyone else in town.

In real life, I tried not to be an asshole, of course, and Mira could still go for the Sugar Daddy initiation, which offered the opportunity for a much more light-hearted early afternoon. So, when I entered the supermarket, I couldn't be sure what to expect, since all she had told me was to spot her upstairs in the cosmetics section, where one could also buy clothes and even toys.

The last time I had filmed her here, with Charlie, Mira had been wearing an orange denim skirt and a tight white sweater, which she had combined with teal-blue lacy stockings. I still remembered her small boobs in a sportsbra, and she had also sported my favorite pair of shoes she owned: navy-blue sneakers.

That day, I had seen how Mira pushed a small orange pack of condoms in her stockings under her skirt, which set a chain of events in motion that neither of us would ever be able to forget. I had also spotted two small vials of perfume in her hand, which she had certainly purchased beforehand but then functioned as props.

During the discussion that ensued, I had even lifted up her skirt - to underscore my assholish side - and then taken her to the old hotel to have sex multiple times, in exchange for deleting the video that my young sidekick, Charlie, had taken. Funnily, he had actually taken Mira's side during much of the two hours, which had changed the whole dynamic.

Well, Charlie wasn't going to be here, as he had moved to Saigon in the meantime, but one never knew with Mira: She had an insatiable thirst to come up with sudden turns in role plays and really liked throwing in a surprise or two, here and there. She was blessed with a vivid imagination and an awesome sense of humor.

Mira always lived for the role, for the lack of a better expression. During the two hours, she kinda was who she was pretending to be. Mira would have been a great actress, yes, and her youthful slender body was just divine: slightly androgynous, but also feminine enough to be incredibly alluring.

Going up on the escalator, I couldn't spot her right away; perhaps she had gone into FAHASA, the large bookstore? When I popped my head in, the clerk greeted me, since we had known each other for more than ten years, but she was a bit surprised to see me leave again so quickly.

As soon as I arrived at the cosmetics aisles, I spotted Mira crouching in front of the perfume shelf. What I hadn't expected, though, was that she had brought her petite blind girlfriend, Hanh, who was heavily pregnant. Ha! Would I punish the two of them and bang our tiny masseuse as well? But how would that fit Mira's consensual non-consent shtick?

Would Hanh offer herself, as she was pregnant and, thus, tremendously horny? Well, I would see. First, I pretended to be shopping as well, before I surreptitiously got the camera on my phone ready. And now I realized that I had forgotten Hanh's birthday this year; perhaps, the girlfriends were shopping for a gift?

Although there wasn't much to do for Hanh, as she was blind, she clearly enjoyed the moments when Mira was holding an open flacon close to Hanh's little nose, which was a nice sensual foreplay, almost. Both young ladies were standing upright now, while they were sniffing the different scents and discussing the merits of each.

Pretending I was reading my messages, I got my phone ready to capture the misdeed, which was important, as I needed a threat. I would pretend again to be working in real-estate so that it was plausible that I had access to the large vacant hotel, where Mira - and possibly, Hanh - would then have to work off their debt.

Hanh didn't get out of the house much, because of her disability; Mira had probably told her what we were going to indulge in today, and then, Hanh had wanted to tag along. I was sure that there would be some detours and hiccups, before I would fling myself between Mira's perfect young legs, but that only added to the allure, as simply calling each other up to fuck would have been rather lame.

And Hanh was pretty experienced, as young as she was. Initially, I thought she must have been sheltered during her youth, but she had told Casey once how often she had had sex at the School for the Blind. Purportedly, sex had been a kind of pastime there, as there wasn't much else to do. Hanh also like to pee before, during, or after intercourse.

But, as small as she was at perhaps 4'9", Hanh was pretty round already. Her boobs were resting on her belly under her greenish, generously tailored dress, which had a floral pattern. Of course, she was wearing her grey crocs again, as those were easily to get in and out of.

Mira was wearing a simplified version of her school uniform, with no tie nor buckle shoes; just a simple white shirt and her signature blue skirt. No pantyhose, either, as it was just too hot for such accoutrements. Her naked feet stuck in beige sandals with thick soles, which made her look considerably taller than her blind girlfriend, although Mira was only standing 5' or 5'1" herself.

But now, the coup seemed to be starting: inconspicuously, Mira was glancing left and right, whispering with Hanh, before she opened her brown purse. I thus began to tape everything, praying that Mira was smart enough to not really steal here at the supermarket. Fortunately, both young ladies were making enough money to afford what they craved.

But again: Wrapping our sensual encounter in such charming, daring ruses fueled our tryst much more than plain call or message along the lines of Hey, do you want to meet up for sex?! would have.

In the past, the Coop-Mart sold awesome fruit soap here, I now remembered: There had been apple and guava, raspberry and orange. One bar had only cost 30 cents or so, but they were small, about three ounces. To add to the scene, now I crouched to check out what soap was on the bottom shelf, all the while keeping the camera rolling.

Now, Mira let one small vial drop into her purse. I doublechecked if there were any CCTV cameras nearby but, curiously, I couldn't see any. When the deed was done, Mira's and my eyes met, and I prayed again that she wasn't actually shop-lifting. But she was too clever for that.

And there were no other customers in sight, as the whole country was napping around noon. After I got up again, I took a deep breath but then walked over to confront the two young delinquents:

"Well, girls, I saw what you just did," I stated rather avuncular: "What did you put in your purse?!" I inquired, somewhat louder.

Mira was blushing, while Hanh was turning her head to find out what was going on. Mira translated for her, as Hanh barely spoke any English:

"Hey, I think the man has been watching us," Mira whispered.

"Not only that. I also filmed everything," I added fuel to the fire.

Mira was red as a beet, but I wondered how she could deliberately do that. Around Hanh's mouth, however, I saw a cute little smile, since she knew that that was all part of our ruse, meant to pave the way to the hotel - for chipper loin twirl.

Accordingly, I touched Hanh's forearm to greet her, which prompted her to turn her lovely head toward me and to ask Mira what the man looks like:

"40ish. Salt-and-pepper hair. Strong. Tall. Blue eyes," Mira summarized, while I was ogling her small bosom under her white shirt.

The former of which was harnessed in her spiffy deep-blue bra again, just as I had been hoping it would be. The cups of the thing were too large for her rather modest crumpet titties, but the item, together with the sharp-looking panties, was one of the hottest sets of underwear she owned.

Unfortunately, I hadn't been able to admire everything carefully the last time I had seen Mira, as she and Quyen had undressed quickly to take a shower together.

"And you got everything on video?" Mira inquired now, with a mixture of disbelief, concern, and uneasiness, to double-check and weigh their options.

"I can't let young people like you shoplift here," I played the upright citizen, this time staring at Hanh's swollen bosom, impressed how her fruits were resting on her pregnant belly.

Jesus, I wanted to bang the little fertility goddess more than Mira. Almost.

"B-bu... but what do you want from us?" Mira sheepishly asked, as was fitting her role: "Do you want to show the video to the cashier? Please... don't..."

"Well, you know that one isn't supposed to steal," I reminded her, dripping with morals.

"It was Hanh's birthday the day before yesterday," Mira replied, choking with tears, while Hanh was turning her head again as if she was watching a tennis match.

Her eyes were uncontrollably rolling around in their sockets, as they often did when she was excited or aroused.

"But you didn't have money for a present?" I inquired, like a dad or uncle.

"It was enough for something small, but today... I thought I could... get. her. another. gift. you know, she's blind... and..."

Jesus, this was definitely too touching of a story to be an asshole now. But then, we needed this kind of bad energy to get Mira into a foul mood, so that she wouldn't want to get banged at all - until she would. As ugly as it was, we needed to continue.

"Your friend doesn't speak English, does she? If she did, I'd ask her if she would actually enjoy a pinched gift," I jumped on the ethics bandwagon again.

"No, but she doesn't know that I have a third little bottle in my purse. We're going to buy these two," she showed me a greenish and another, more yellowish vial in her left hand.

As touching and moving, as Mira's story was, I didn't have the heart to plow ahead and demand that they both needed to offer themselves in exchange for me deleting the video from my phone. But then again, our charade was the motor for Mira's arousal.

And possibly, Hanh's as well. But what now? Hanh created a brief respite, as she wanted Mira to summarize what had transpired so far, and then I heard myself offering to pay for the two vials:

"Or all three of them," I quickly added, but Mira was still struggling to tell Hanh in Vietnamese what had happened so far:

"Well, the man saw that I put one little bottle of perfume in my purse," she admitted: "He actually filmed it."

"But what does he want?" Hanh was curious.

"That, I don't know," Mira shrugged her narrow shoulders, with pursed lips.

Now, the two of them were whispering. As the talk wasn't meant for me, I didn't really listen, but Hanh had stepped closer in the meantime, so that I caressed her forearm and hand again, watching her quivering nostrils - getting the wind of an animal. To break the stalemate, I finally needed to stake my claim:

"We'll go somewhere where we're alone and... well, and... one of you needs to blow me. Then, I'll delete the video. You can watch."

Of course, Mira was looking at me aghast and flabbergasted, but I still added that one of them needed to be naked for the act:

"Otherwise, it might take too long... at my age, you know," I cleared my throat at the end.

Mira was shaking her head in disbelief and disgust; she looked like she wanted to blurt out You dirty old swine! or something along those lines. But she knew that escalating things wasn't in the cards for her; I still had the video of her shoplifting on my phone, which I could easily show to the young cashier, who was profoundly bored, anyway.

Interestingly, the essence of the palaver between the two young ladies was that Hanh was offering herself. For real sex even, if I wanted:

"You know, she's always horny these days, as she's pregnant," Mira explained.

Now I was the one confused: All I had asked for was a blowjob.

"She's never had sex with a foreigner; she wants to try it once," Mira fibbed.

Hanh and I had done it at least a dozen times.

"And she wants to say thank you that you're buying the perfume."

But real sex, now?! More than just blowing?

"Oh, I don't know," I was the one hemming and hawing now.

I liked that the whole charade was getting a new dynamic, but now, Mira cautioned her girlfriend:

"Cu ổng to lắm mày chơi không vừa đâu," she warned Hanh, which meant His cock is probably too big for you.

Since I purportedly didn't understand much Vietnamese, I didn't comment but instead enjoyed the impish smile on Hanh's endearing young face. Her page-boy haircut also looked stinking cool, like a helmet or a lion's mane. While Mira's dyed hair was in a ponytail today, which was rare.

Mira had taken the one vial out of her purse and now put it back onto the shelf, before she haughtily told me that the girls didn't want my gift. That would just be like prostitution, the resolute student added with her bosom heaving, tossing up her chin, before she grabbed her petite blind girlfriend's dexterous hand.

Of course, at no point did I have to be afraid that we wouldn't end up in bed together, twirling our loins, but that last mood-swinging remark called for action on my part again:

"Hey, hey... not so quick. Remember, I have that video on my phone," I reminded the young delinquent, and now Hanh complained that we were going back and forth a lot.

Mira remained firm, however, and explained to Hanh - like to a younger sister - that she could maybe have a sensual experience with a foreigner one day, but steering a clear and clean moral course was more important. And now, Mira addressed me again:

"See, you don't even my name, but you want to have sex with my blind girlfriend, who's pregnant, as you can see?!" Mira was exasperated: "Okay, Hanh's full with hormones right now, and her judgment might not be the best, but you?! You are a grown man, more than twice our age; I can't believe it!" she violently shook her head at the end of her charming tirade.

For a split-second, I felt profoundly melancholic, since soon, Mira would be gone. But the dynamic between us pulled me quickly back into the vortex of the reality we had created for ourselves during the last twenty minutes.

"Okay, I know your friend's name is Hanh, and what is yours?" I asked, extending my hand.

Which Mira, surprisingly took, after she had introduced herself. Meanwhile, we had moved closer to the checkout, where I felt compelled to reiterate what I had in mind:

"Your little sermon was nice, honey, but if your friend is curious... I gotta admit I'm quite horny myself now. And you, Mira, you look endearing and hot, at the same time... in your white blouse and school-uniform skirt. And your girlfriend is quite something, with her belly... if she wants it, I want it, too."

Hanh inquired again what Mira and I had been talking about but then, the latter told me once more what her reservations were:

"Mister Douglas, Hanh is engaged. She's pregnant... you. just. can't... bang her."

Yeah, Hanh's fiancé, Minh, was still serving in the army. Nguyet had actually brought him into our orgy posse, almost two years back. Which we couldn't talk about right now. But for the whole time, Hanh was feeling my forearm and, briefly, even stomach, getting closer and closer:

"I like the way the man smells. His scent. It's interesting. Different," Hanh now said quietly.

At least, she hadn't said old. In the meantime, I had gotten my phone back out to make the most out of the footage stored on it. That Hanh had already offered herself was good to know, but how would Mira respond? Would she relinquish the loin twirl on which she must have been keen, so that her pregnant horny girlfriend could get a decent bang for her buck?

Well, Hanh probably didn't have the patience for long, intricate negotiations that literally went over her beautiful head, because of her diminutive stature and the language barrier. We had met, and now we would go to the vacant hotel to have sex was probably all she had in mind.

Yes, the petite and roundish Hanh was cute and hot but, of course, I also wanted to lick and kiss Mira's unbelievably perfect thighs and what was in between. Under her floaty, blue pleated skirt, under which her divine little boat-hull snatch must have been oozing sticky sourish nectar already. Which certainly had an enticing smell and taste.

Apart from her peanut-butter-brown hair, under which the original black was already shining through again, and the stupid large tattoo on her left thigh - four stacked pairs of eyes, which were probably Naruto's - she was pretty much perfect, although she only had flat, disc-like boobs.

"Mira, I understand that you don't want me to bang you, just like that, but the longer I look at you, the hornier I get," I admitted.

"No, no. If Hanh gives you a blowjob, naked: That's gotta be enough," Mira sketched how she envisioned the next hour, negotiating the session two levels downward again.

"Well, ok then. But does she come with me by herself?" I tried to figure out the logistics.

"No, I'll join you. But I'll just watch. And I won't undress," Mira resolutely told me.

Since there weren't any other customers, the lady at the checkout was, as I said, bored and looking at us. She probably wondered what the purpose of our lengthy negotiation was and what the two foreigners were doing with the pregnant Vietnamese girl. I was also older and heavier than the two ladies, combined.

Before we would pay, Mira scooted back to the shelf to retrieve the vial of perfume that she had properly purchased beforehand. When she was back, I saw that she had even brought a fourth; now that she was at it:

"That's for the sex with Hanh," she giggled, placing the small bottle on the conveyor belt.

"So, now you're offering your girlfriend? Isn't that like prostitution?" I tried my hand at a corny joke, but it was true: Like I mentioned, I had forgotten Hanh's birthday this year and thus was only too glad to pay for the gifts.

Mira showed the cashier the receipt for the vial she had bought earlier, but the young woman didn't care too much. In the end, she tossed the four bottles of perfume in a small plastic bag, which she handed Mira, after Hanh hadn't responded for ten seconds.

On the way downstairs, Mira and Hanh were holding hands, but then the former pointed at the toilet for the disabled, suggesting that Hanh could blow me in there. When she translated for Hanh, the girls cracked up, shaking their heads heartily, before they went in, as Hanh needed to pee.

Yes, Mira was a jokester, a hoaxer, always full with ever new ideas. For her consensual non-consent shtick to work, though, she would have to swing her mood back into a minor key. Speaking of: I even had the key to the older charming guesthouse with me, but would that change anything?

Well, perhaps Mira would unbutton her blouse, so that I could see her chest a bit. Maybe, I could pretend that Hanh wasn't turning me on enough, so that Mira would have to lift her skirt and show me her - hopefully - blue panties? And then take them off lasciviously? And then I could bang Hanh. Would. Had to.

Before Mira and Hanh - who were still inside the restroom - had gone in, I had snatched Mira's phone away from her to have something like a deposit. They couldn't really run away - and they wouldn't, as this was all just a charming ruse - but my beloved ex-colleague from the Philippines had seemed genuinely sore.

"Hanh's riding with me," I demanded, as we were standing next to our motorcycles on the sidewalk: "Otherwise, you might elope," I explained the obvious, although I still had Mira's phone, which I placed under the seat, together with mine.

As unpleasant as my demand that Hanh would ride with me was, it was also highly plausible and reasonable, in our roleplay. And so, Mira explained to her girlfriend what the plan was, but now Hanh confessed that she wasn't feeling well. And yes, she did look a tad pale, and probably wanted to rest at her house:

"Well, Mister Douglas, we'll take Hanh home, first, and then I'll bite the bullet and come with you. I'll blow you quickly, you delete the video and then, we're even."

I wondered if I should renegotiate right away, as Hanh had offered real sex but decided to work on that once we were at the hotel. Alone. Yes, Hanh wasn't only pregnant, but she also suffered from a rare nerve disease, Neuromyelitis optica, which caused sudden nausea and God knows what.

Or perhaps, the visit to the perfume section here had really been about us getting her a birthday present and Hanh had known all along that she was going to retreat. I would probably never ask, as the main purpose of us being here today was to get an intriguing beginning for a chipper loin twirl.

Would the girls invite me into Hanh's house, once we were there? I wondered, as we were swerving through the light midday traffic. But we had already done that once, and it would have been rather implausible. After all, Mira needed to get in a worse mood, first, and resist, before I would overpower her.

Standing outside Hanh's home, Mira helped her off the back of my Honda and then inside the house, before she took a deep breath and gave me another chance to revoke my disgusting plan and retreat:

"Mister Douglas, I'm only eighteen," she fibbed, shaking her head in disbelief and disgust: "I just finished school. And I'm bisexual... I have only very little experience with men," she added.

"Well, today, you'll garner some more. Hop on!" I demanded to begin the consensual non-consent journey.

"Well, okay. I can see there's no use..." she shrugged shoulders and sighed again.

As we were driving, Mira leaned backward, so that no part of her stunning young body would touch mine, and we didn't talk, either. When I asked her if we shouldn't stop to get some refreshments, she only muttered that the blowjob wouldn't take too long. Oh, yes: Now I was getting in some - bad - mood myself.

"At my age, it can take a while," I retorted, not very elegantly, when I stopped at the small store, where I had been buying beer and soft drinks for years, pretty much every time we met at the vacant hotel.

I was tempted to purchase some bottles of my favorite local beer, as that would have fitted our somewhat hostile rendezvous as well as my unfavorable character or role, but then I remembered that there were still some bottles up in the room from the gangbang with Nguyet, on the last day of our Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions.

And alcohol wasn't good for the taste and smell of piss. I anticipated some sort of Golden Shower, although I had absolutely no idea how we could weave that in elegantly. But then, I could simply ask Mira to pee on me.

Yes, today was different: We had never been here together in such an antagonistic mood. She hated me for the fact that I had filmed her at the supermarket and called her out. And now, I was blackmailing her into undressing and, presumably, sex.

Was her constant insistence on blowing me her way of getting me to quasi-rape her? Which was something we had only done once, but Nguyet and Hoang had been there. Perhaps, she wanted to go further today, without spectators. Yes, everything felt decidedly strange and awkward.

Sure, we knew that we would end up on top of each other, with my cock inside her, but the way to the divine act was totally different today. No chipper Hey, let's do it! And the last time I had caught her stealing, Charlie was there - who was inexperienced, so that Mira showed him the ropes, while I was eating and drinking two or three beers in the kitchen on the third floor.

Later, I went up to the sixth, where the two of them had rolled around on the bed in the maid's chamber. Eventually, we had ended up in the only other remaining furnished room on the fourth floor, where we had done it at least two, if not three more times. Today, we were alone, and there wouldn't be any moratorium.

And no escape, either. For neither of us. After I had brought my Honda in, Mira looked around to acquaint herself with the imposing building, as she allegedly was here for the very first time. As quiet as everything was, the empty hotel seemed daunting and intimidating, and I told her that I had the keys, because I was working in real estate:

"Yeah, my dad and stepmom, too. She's Vietnamese. Perhaps you know her..." Mira told me, which was a nice homage to the charades we had been engaged in two months back.

We both were panting, and I was tempted to kiss her, although that wouldn't have quite fit our roles. Looking at her, I tried to find some merit again in her dyed hair, which was also cut weirdly, but I couldn't.

When my eyes had traveled further down from her face and the light skin below her collar bones to her modest bosom, under her white blouse and blue bra, an indomitable urge to fuck her rose inside my torso. So, I placed my right hand on her left boob, where I only felt the fabric of her shirt and bra, basically.

I could have made a nasty remark about how flat she was, but decided to tenderly remove a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead, instead. Much shorter as she was, Mira was looking up at me, perhaps reminiscing about all the charming debaucheries we had allowed ourselves here and elsewhere over the last four years.

"It's too bad that Hanh isn't feeling well," I tried to show my human side, but Mira didn't respond.

"Well, do you want me to blow you now, here?" she asked, instead, with that typical recalcitrance and truculence of a teenager.

"No, let's go upstairs. There's a furnished room with a bed."

"You don't seriously think that I will lie down with you, do you? Forget about it," she put on the brakes.

Which was hot, in many ways, I had to admit. But did she really want me to take her with brutal force?

"What are you gonna do about it? The building is locked, and there's no one here. If you scream, no one can hear you..." I replied menacingly.

"Perhaps, I'll bite your cock," she had a clever idea how to defend herself: "You never thought about that?!"

"Well, maybe it would be better if I just fuck you. A quick, hearty bang. And if you make yourself tighter: all the better," I panted, massaging her chest, before I forced my lips onto hers.

Of course, she resisted: Mira kept her mouth shut and tried to wiggle herself away from my grip. After I had sucked her mouth and neck, holding her head with both hands, for a bit, Mira yelled:

"Mister Douglas, we don't know each other! This is so disgusting. You're three times my age... yes, you caught me shoplifting earlier, and filmed it, b-bu... but, you're disgusting!"

Now, we were talking.

"Well, don't shoplift, then. You fucked around and are about to find out," I muttered in heat, opening the buttons on her shirt.

After Mira had allowed me to admire her youthful skin and bra, she grabbed her shirttails and closed her blouse again:

"Hey, lean against the banister!" I demanded next, because I wanted to kneel behind her, fold her skirt up, and sniff her ass, but she had a clever reply:

One that I had to comply with: "It'll be better if we go upstairs, I think."

Well, there were more banisters on the way up. And there would also be more light. Her ass aroma could also ferment a bit more on the way up, as hot as it was again today.

When I tried to take her hand to warm her up a bit, she ripped it out of mine and then angrily stomped and trudged up the stairs next to me, eager to leave at least three feet of distance between us, however. To get into the - bad - mood.

"Do you know what? Hanh wasn't feeling bad earlier," Mira began now, surprisingly: "I just couldn't stomach the prospect of watching you... banging my pregnant girlfriend," she admitted.

"Well, she ain't no virgin," I quipped clumsily, but Mira instantly set me straight:

"Of course, not. As you could see, she's expecting a baby. But that you even want to have sex with her... without knowing her... this is sooo... depraved!"

"She seemed to want it as much as I did, if I'm not mistaken," I countered.

"That's just her hormones speaking. Hanh isn't quite clear in her head," explained Mira.

"Speaking of hormones and not quite clear in the head: let me sniff your little ass!" I urged her: "If you don't want to blow me..."

"Would you stop after that?" Mira tried to renegotiate how far we would go.

"Maybe... if I don't like the smell of your backdoor," I left a backdoor open.

Needless to say, I knew already that I would absolutely love the enthralling scent emanating from between her young butt cheeks. Surprisingly swift and eager, Mira turned around now and pressed her belly against the banister, here on the third floor. To distract herself, she looked up to admire the glorious chandelier here in the atrium, but I only kneeled down.

Without further ado. Mira tried to distract my attention away from her ass by making some remark about the glorious chandelier, but I wasn't going to fall for it. On my knees, I was looking at the dark-blue bra fastener under her thin white blouse and the waistband of her skirt; panting, about to lose my mind.

"You don't want me to take a shower, first?" Mira inquired to deter me: "I think I've sweated quite a bit... it's so hot again today," she warned me.

"Oh, I'm sure your sweat smells divine. The body odor of most young women is priceless," I wheezed, as I was fondling her heavenly tight thighs under her skirt, which I would fold up in a minute.

I couldn't be sure yet, but it decidedly felt like she was wearing her new stretchy blue panties, which fit perfectly and formed a set with her bra; just as I had wanted. The skin on her inner thighs was soft and firm, at the same time - more than gorgeous. Apart from the salmon-colored folds in her vaginal vestibule, her thigh flesh was the most enticing I knew.

As I didn't want to waste the chance to drill the tip of my tongue into her anus, I pressed Mira to hold up her skirt. Which she did. But now, the view of her girlish little butt in those perfect dark-blue, slightly shiny undies overwhelmed me. I lowered my upright torso onto my heels and then began to sniff her skin as well as the shiny blue fabric.

With quivering nostrils, I tried to suck every messenger molecule I could get a hold of off her midsection, but then I could hear her giggle. Perhaps, my whiskers were tickling her, but she surely couldn't find this situation amusing, could she? Anyway, when I reached into the waistband of her underwear with my fingertips, she jerked away from me:

"Nope, Mister Douglas! Not that!" she almost yelled, before she let go of her skirt and turned around again.

"Who shoplifted at the supermarket?! Was it me, or you?" I reminded the delinquent, panting heavily; still kneeling on the floor, worshipping my juvenile goddess.

To escalate our beguiling, tantalizing game, I turned her by 90 degrees, lifted up her skirt again and clumsily pulled her tight panties to about halfway down her thighs. Since she hadn't turned completely, I had caught a fleeting glimpse of her sparse brown bush, but now she was leaning against the banister again; possibly, so that I couldn't see her pubic mound.

Oooaar, here it is, her divine butthole, I muttered to myself, after I had pulled her small cheeks apart with my thumbs. Mira was now sniveling and sniffing, as if she was crying because of the humiliation, but she also seemed eager, as she was pressing her glorious girlish ass backward a bit.

Initially, I prodded her perineum and anus with the tip of my tongue, but then I licked her heartily, all the way from her glistening moist peach to her light rosette, which wasn't serrated at all. It always reminded me of a raw squid ring, and yes: the savory, earthy taste and odor were overwhelming.

Millions of fragrant particles were entering my metabolism, which then seemed to spread rapidly, reinvigorating and rejuvenating me. Hooaar, oach, I kept panting and moaning, diving deeper and deeper into her crevice. Unfortunately, my knees were hurting, and Mira was crying, it seemed. So, I pulled up her panties, making sure they fit snugly, before I got up again:

"M-Mister D-Douglas... I f-feel s-so ash-shamed," she was sobbing.

"But why? You're sooo beautiful," I paid her a compliment to mollify her, before I caressed her face.

Which she didn't like, of course; she jerked her head away and leaned backward.

"Now, you've seen everything," she was sore, but when she reached under her skirt to rearrange her panties once more, I instantly felt nauseous - that's how hot that scene was.

"Why are you ashamed of your butt and pussy? Your whole body is stunningly beautiful... dazzling," I added to the array of compliments: "I absolutely adore your little anus. Do you sometimes do it back there?"

"Yes, with Hanh. With dildos. We also have some of those things that are like a string of marbles... they get bigger and bigger. But let's go upstairs and get this over and done with. I'll blow you, and you'll delete the video. And then, we're even," she reiterated.

Again, I wondered if I should instantly renegotiate; partially, as Hanh had promised to go the whole nine yards, even though she was only half as tall, about. No, a blowjob wasn't gonna be enough; I knew that much already. But perhaps, Mira simply wanted me to take her by sheer force.

If she completely offered herself now, there would be no room to cater to her consensual non-consent proclivity. Yes, we would end up on the bed, and then I would throw my massive weight on top of her and just bang her heartily. What was she going to do? Fight? Bite my glans?!

When we arrived at the only furnished room left in the whole building - apart from the maid's chamber - I opened a window and switched the wall fan on, before I drew the curtains half-way and then poured us some drinks. As thirsty as we both were by now, we drank without sitting down, and then I prepared the bed.

I folded two of the older curtains we kept here in the room, so we wouldn't soil the mattress if someone peed during sex, and eventually I put a fresh fitted sheet on. As if Mira wasn't even in the room, I took my shorts and underpants off to use the bathroom, as I couldn't think of a clever way to get a little micturition session going right away.

Curiously, Mira appeared in the bathroom, while I was peeing, to check out my cock, presumably. She slapped her mouth with one hand, while her eyes were widening:

"No, your thing would be too big for Hanh," she reiterated her earlier suspicion, before she added that that was another reason why she had changed her mind.

"Yeah, it's better if I do it. After all, I stole earlier. Not Hanh," she added a third reason why we had dropped off her girlfriend at her house, before coming here.

Whipping my half-stiff cock a bit to show off, I tried to find a clever reply, but Mira continued:

"At the toilet at the supermarket, the big one for disabled people, Hanh and I talked. I mean, she's so small, and you're sooo big. But she really wanted to try..."

"I'm not a giant," I chuckled: "I'm like 6'2". Or three."

"You weigh more than the two of us together," Mira was certain.

"But do you really have to watch me peeing?" I asked her jokingly to not lose traction.

"I was just curious... what to expect. I mean, I'm supposed to blow you in five minutes," she was limiting her repertoire of sensual activities again.

"To be honest, I'd rather bang you... and wouldn't that be easier for you as well? I mean, you don't want to take a stranger's cock into your lovely mouth, do you?"

"Of course, I don't want to. You know that. But you have that video on your phone..."

Curiously, Mira hadn't buttoned her shirt again, since I had opened it down in the lobby, so that I could see parts of her upper body through the vertical opening in the front. As small as her bosom was: it was heaving considerably. And the smooth young skin around her collarbones was absolutely ravishing, yelling Touch me, kiss me!

If Mira had said that she needed to pee, I would have flung myself down on the floor and have her douse me, but she didn't have another set of clothes here. Perhaps up in the wardrobe in the maid's chamber, but to get those later would have been highly implausible in our roleplay.

Nguyet still had some clothes here; perhaps I could lend Mira some of hers? Needless to say, I didn't put my underpants back on when I was done but took my shirt off as well. I placed it on top of my shorts and underwear on one chair at the table, and then I tried to pull Mira onto the bed.

"Let me just sit here on the chair for the blowjob," she suggested, instead: "Once we are on the bed, you will only force me to have sex."

"But when you're blowing me: Don't even think about biting my glans," I said in a somewhat threatening tone.

"I won't. Don't worry. But don't get your hopes up: I won't enjoy it," she warned me, looking at my heavy dangling cock and ball sack.

So, I stepped between her legs, after she had sat down and pushed her skirt back, so that I could see her thighs and panties as well as her little pussy boat-hull therein. Now, I pulled her shirttails open, a lot like I had done with Gemini's cardigan the previous week, and fondled her breasts again; first, through her bra, but then I reached in.

"Mira, if you don't undress, I'll never get it up properly," I lied, looking down in her lap, at her elegant, snug snatch.

Which I couldn't wait to see. My cock was developing only languidly, however, and so I pressed her stretchy bra further down, so that I could actually admire and fondle her slightly swollen titties. Mira was panting, as if the whole situation wasn't leaving her completely cold, but she also appeared to be making efforts to conceal her arousal.

"Let's do it!!" she eventually sighed like a jaded teenager and gingerly took my dick in her mouth.

"I honestly don't know what I would do if you bite my glans," I told her once more, trying to sound menacing again, but the truculent teen only rolled her eyes.

Of course, Mira was only blowing half-heartedly and clumsily, but my cock was slow today, too. I had a hunch that this was due to the consensual non-consent situation, which provided a barrier that I didn't enjoy overcoming.

No, I couldn't force my beloved Mira into sex, even if that was what she desired. Or could I? Mira must have noticed my reluctance, but kept blowing languidly for a bit, until she suddenly asked me where our phones were:

"Downstairs, under the seat of my motorcycle. Why?"

"If you delete the video, first, you can bang me," she suddenly offered.

I can't describe the joy that I felt at that very moment. The purported teen, sitting in front of me with her open blouse was looking up and then back at my half-stiff cock, while I was relishing the reinvigorating sensation rushing through my whole body, looking at her perfect thighs and panties.

Wow! Yes, of course, we would joyfully roll around on the bed over there, which was already prepared - and somehow also find a way to cater to our urophilia.

"Once you've deleted the video and I get my phone back, I think I'd feel freer. And you can do whatever you want. Let me run downstairs quickly. Where's the key? You can stay here and smoke."

How did she know I smoked? Oh, yes: I had taken my lighter and cigarettes out of my shirt pocket, before I took it off. Well, smoking was actually a splendid idea, and now, I would also open a beer to celebrate:

"The keys for my Honda are in my pants. But leave the one for the hotel here, on the table," I requested, of course.

After Mira had fumbled the keys out of my shorts, she boisterously dropped the one for the padlock downstairs on the table top and buttoned her shirt, for some reason. When she wanted to disappear in the bathroom to pee, however, I suggested:

"Hang on. Couldn't you wait another three minutes? I wanna watch. You watched me, too," I reminded her.

That I actually wanted to drink her pee I would tell her when she was back. Well, yes, I can wait another five minutes, the ravishing young lady giggled, before she eloped. Barefoot. Which was incredibly sexy and hot.

To celebrate, yes, I opened a bottle of beer from the crate next to the bathroom door. I put some ice in the glass and waited a minute for the beer to cool down, before I relished a large gulp of the cheap local beer, happy that I didn't need to quasi-rape my beloved ex-colleague, who would leave for good in two weeks.

No, that wasn't my thing. Although, the scene earlier down on the third floor at the banister - where I had poked and prodded her anus with the tip of my tongue - had been revoltingly hot.

Anyway, when Mira returned, she suggested we lie down on the bed, already unbuttoning her blouse on the way. I quickly finished my beer and then prepared two glasses with ice and lemonade to take with us to the nightstand.

Deleting the video before her eyes brought a relieved smile on Mira's face and, after I lay down on my back, she pulled her bra up so that she could feed me her flat, disc-like crumpet boob, which looked already swollen. Her nipple not only was longer but also thicker, which I had never noticed before.

Satisfying my atavistic desire, I was feeling her perfect young thighs under her skirt again, while mirthfully sucking her young breast, before I also fondled her pussy boat-hull in her tight smooth panties. I ended up pinching her outer labia a few times with my index finger and thumb, before I asked her to take off her undies:

"If you don't want to get completely naked for the act, you can leave your skirt on," I heard myself offer: "Or even keep your bra and shirt on."

I somehow liked the idea, which was also highly plausible, in our roleplay.

"But you said that you want to watch me pee," she reminded me, giggling.

So, I sat up again and asked her to stand near me on the mattress, with her elegant feet next to my hips. This would bring her ravishing pussy near my face, and I'd be sitting in the first row for the divine lewd act. Yeah, joyfully micturating before an even more blithely fuck was a much more enticing prospect than doing it in a morose and sullen mood.

Standing directly in front of me, with her feet on the mattress, while I was sitting on the edge of the latter, Mira lifted her skirt to present me her panty-clad lap. As she was holding her skirt with both hands, she seemed to be inviting me to pull down her underwear.

I only too gladly obliged, taking my time, watching mesmerized how her relatively small and sparse pubic mound was slowly coming to light. Oooar, was this awesome again!

"But now you can see ev'rything again," the bashful student mock-complained, pressing her titillating midsection toward me.

Man, she knew how to crank up the heat: Since her blouse was open, I took a good look of her chest covered in the dark-blue bra with the large soft cups, but then her large clit, which was peeking out from her nether lips caught my attention. Her fine cleft was already glistening moist, while her lust stud kept twitching. Which was super-cute.

After I had removed her panties, I reached for her naked sweaty butt and pulled it closer, so that my tongue could part her labia and flicker over her macadamia-nut. I couldn't see her face, but the way Mira was sighing and cooing, I could be sure she was enjoying the tender loving treatment. The foul mood had evaporated, and now it was time to lose ourselves in and on top of each other:

"I'm ready," Mira charmingly warned me that she would now douse my face and chest with her heavenly libation.

I closed my mouth and eyes, before I threw my head backward to simply let her rinse my skin. I kept licking my lips but, again: Her fine fresh urine didn't have anything revolting or repulsive about it. The aroma was slightly savory but also flowery, and the noise was quite something as well: so youthful and life-affirming that I eventually opened my mouth to catch the last fifth or so.

To keep her balance, Mira had wrapped my head with both arms, and I had the feeling that that was already our farewell. Yes, we had embarked on another consensual non-consent journey today, but changed our minds; possibly, because she didn't want to remember me as the asshole who taped a young woman shoplifting and then blackmailed her into sex.

This scene was testament to the fact that we dearly loved and would sorely miss each other. Memories of our adventures over the last four years were racing through my mind - and hers, I was certain - and the way she was moaning and squeaking, she may have already been experiencing a mini-orgasm at this very moment, since her pee was passing her long clit, stimulating it by default.

With my hands still on her moist butt cheeks, I kept pressing her closer and tighter, but when I felt she was about to be done, I closed her micturating snatch with my lips. Besotted and smitten, I sucked her vaginal vestibule, while flickering her long clit over and over again, before I positively churned and chewed the flesh in her salmon-colored, freshly salted vaginal vestibule.

The moaning above my head had subsided and made room for mirthful joyous giggling, which only increased when I rubbed my nose in her crackling, rustling pubic hair. Eventually, I poked and prodded her anus some more with the tip of my middle finger, but then, we had enough:

"Well, perhaps I should have taken Hanh here as well," Mira reminded me of what happened earlier but then, she got off the bed to kneel down on the floor to blow me.

Not for long, though, since we both needed to rinse our skin, before we would unite. And I needed to drink something to wash the taste of her glorious fine urine from my mouth, getting ready to eat her out again. Eventually, we got up to mosey into the bathroom together, where we kept weaving some more yarn for our charade:

"Well, if you end up liking everything, perhaps you could bring Hanh here next week," I suggested.

"Yeah, but let's finally fuck!" the alleged teen used some strong language, knowing that that would turn me on.

"I thought you were inexperienced..." I teased her.

"I'm not a virgin anymore," she just chuckled, before she cheekily kneeled down on the bed, presenting me her butt near the edge of the mattress, so that I, in turn, could kneel on the floor and lick her delicious ass and pussy again.

With one swift movement of my arm, I grabbed a pillow and then dived back into the possibly most beguiling young ass I knew. Her brown peach below was half open, and everything was succulent and dripping, oozing sex and sensuality. Since we hadn't used soap in the bathroom, I recognized her distinct smell, and there still may have even been some messenger molecules that had emanated from her divine young bladder.

With my nose directly over her half-open anus, I poked her pussy entrance with my tongue, until Mira jerked away to slide toward the middle of the bed, where she lay down on her back and nonchalantly spread her legs as wide as she could. When we had found our rhythm, Mira kept thrusting her pelvis upward but then had a confession to make, she panted.

Which I ignored, as this wasn't the moment to talk, was it? I simply kept pumping but switched to longer and slower strokes. Her thrusting from below was more powerful than any words could have been. Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me more! her loins seemed to be screaming, while her hoarse breathing under me was warming my throat.

To be able to watch Mira getting banged, I propped my upper body onto my stretched arms, with my hands next to her head. I remembered not to plow all the way in, as my glans might hit her cervix, as small as she was. When I looked down, past my chest, Mira was grinning, although her face was already pretty contorted, but she was clearly relishing our last or penultimate fuck.

Oh, yes: My cock was nicely long, thick, and stiff; polishing her sheath and stimulating her G-spot. Her boobs and nipples were even more swollen now; her young body looked as if it was about to burst, while my balls were hitting her perineum and ass cheeks with the frequency of exactly 1 Hertz.

Meanwhile, Mira had reached up and was twiddling my nipples and ruffling my chest hair, but she finally confessed that she actually was impressed when she had met me today, at the perfume section at the Coop-Mart:

"Sure, you were an asshole earlier with us, at the supermarket... but you're also tall... with blue eyes... which no one else has in town, pretty much," she kept panting: "Yeah, I was definitely curious from the get-go. But I didn't want Hanh to be there... although, she really wanted to... but I wanted to try you, first," giggled Mira in her inimitable teenage-boy laugh.

Well, well, well! Before I would reply, perhaps, I banged the little plotter harder and harder, since we had passed the point-of-no-return. With the characteristic tickling and prickling in my glans and loins that was announcing my climax, I thrusted hectically, until the inevitable:

Roaring straight ahead toward the headboard, I lavished myself inside Mira's mauve sheath, gracing her little cervix with all my might and elixir. For some reason, Mira giggled contentedly; perhaps, she was proud how all the details of what she had told me over the last two hours had finally fallen into place.

Exhausted, I lay down on her and embraced her peanut-butter-brown head to rest. Eventually, we turned, with my limp cock still inside her. Realizing that I needed to piss, I racked my brain to see if I couldn't come up with some cute or cool choreography; if not, it would just happen - and that would be dapper as well.

As soon as my noodle had slipped out of her, Mira grabbed the greasy fat thing, as if to say goodbye.

"Yeah, Mister Douglas, Hanh is always curious about guys. You know, she massages a lot of pussies at her salon, but no men. So, a penis would be a nice change..." Mira hinted what could come next.

"Well, she totally could. Massage my cock, I mean..." I nodded, before I added: "Ideally, with her little snatch."

"I'll ask her," Mira promised, still playing with my dick.

So, I just let go. We needed to change and wash the sheet as well as the curtains underneath, anyway. Amusedly, Mira watched, before she redirected my noodle so that my pee could douse her ravishing chest.

"This is much nicer than one would think," she murmured as if in trance, which caused me to conceive another idea:

"Well, Hanh might like that, too."

"Oh, Mister Douglas, I don't know what to make of you: First, you film us at the Coop-Mart, blackmail me into sex, and now, you want to pee on my pregnant girlfriend... tsk-tsk..." she shook her lovely head in disbelief.

"But you just admitted that it is hot," I reminded her, after we had gotten up and taken off the bedsheet.

I grabbed everything to drop the laundry through the atrium, down to the ground floor; we would stuff everything in the washing machine on our way out. In the shower, we finally kissed long and passionately; however, with a taste of farewell again.

My hands were tracing the contours of her body, like a sculptor. As if I wanted to burn the details into my memory for posterity. When I was fondling her little butthole again, our eyes were tracing each other; yes, she would only be here for another week or ten days.

"My parents just came back from their honeymoon, so we can't do it at my house," Mira told me on the way down, which was another lovely homage to Hiroshi and our muse, Nguyet.

"We'll meet here," I thus suggested: "You wouldn't want to pee during sex at your parents' house, anyway," I replied, as we were holding hands and mirthfully swinging our arms.

"Yeah, if Hanh's feeling well, she could join you," I hollered over my shoulder, as I was walking toward the work room in the back on the ground floor.

Once I had taken care of the laundry, I walked back through the relatively dark, cool lobby to join Mira again, who had been waiting next to my Honda. We pushed the large screeching metal door open, and Mira told me she would be ovulating in a few days:

"Yeah, I'll try to get Hanh to join us. Or I'll blow nicely," she offered.

"And then, I'll come on your little boobs," I had another idea.

"I also swallow."

"But don't bite my glans!" I chuckled, as we were getting on.

"Can you drive me back to Hanh's house?" Mira requested, of course, and so we rolled into the balmy afternoon sun.

"Or, we try anal," was Mira's last proposal, as she was standing next to me on the sidewalk outside Hanh and Ly's house: "No, yes, I'm glad you taped us shoplifting," she cracked up, as I was taking off.