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The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 19 – Young Corporal Anh wants to meet me
About ten days back, my muse Nguyet had lured me to an older guesthouse, which was – just like the vacant hotel – also being managed by her real-estate company. As the premises were unused, the place was ideally suited for little lunchtime trysts. Nguyet had pretended again to be working for the External Department of the Ministry of the Interior, although our rendezvous had been more of a private nature, owed to her seething libido.
We had eaten lunch together in the alcove on the second floor, after which we had taken a shower together, before she had shown me the building, naked. Surprisingly, Nguyet – or First Lieutenant Kim – had arranged for a glory hole in one of the rooms, behind which had been the new sex doll of her secret service unit, which had purportedly been purchased during a recent sudden increase in the department’s budget.
Said warm, moist orifices had belonged to no other than our enthralling young friend Sally, of course, who had had her first lesbian encounter with Nguyet not too long ago and was now keen to continue riding the waves. Although the frequent interruptions in the build-up had been a tad frustrating, the ladies had made up for the setbacks with their original idea.
Sally had only been wearing a white garter belt and a flimsy, semi-translucent, dark little dress, under which we could clearly see her large, milky breasts, and I had even had the chance to try out the new acquisition, although the language program and the emulsion to clean the doll’s vagina afterward had still been missing.
Overall, our little quirky encounter had been a lot of fun but, this week, I would see my favorite ex-colleague Mira again, who was also involved in the External Department of the Ministry of the Interior. Since she was younger than Nguyet, they had chosen the rank of Corporal and named her Anh, as that meant hero or courageous.
Mira was 27, bisexual and somewhat androgynous. Partially, as she was wearing braces again, she looked decidedly younger, which had led to a series of school-girl roleplays over the last year or so. The last time, however, had been somewhat frustrating to me, since she had changed her mind during our foreplay and redirected my emotional energy toward her blind girlfriend, Hanh.
Who ended up riding me up on the massage table at her parlor, during which Mira also undressed step-by step, before she fed me her elegant boat-hull pussy, standing up on a little footstool near my right shoulder. The icing on the cake had been, though, that she had even peed in my mouth, while my gooey flakes were making their way up inside Hanh’s convulsing sheath.
Since Mira was aware of the frustrations she had caused me earlier that day, she promised that, this time, I could do everything I wanted, which was music to my ears, although I instantly wondered how we could build up a proper arch of erotic tension. But then, Mira was only going to be in our town for a few more weeks, as her plan was to permanently relocate to Taiwan to work at an International School there.
Mira was an extrovert, who also wanted to have sex with me during her period, before she would leave for good but, as far as I knew, her guava jam wasn’t occurring this week. As cheeky, rakish and full of ideas as she was, however, I wasn’t worried about our ribald tryst and decided to go with the proverbial flow. Knowing her, Mira would certainly have some beguiling and titillating surprises for me. Us.
On the way to the older, vacant hotel, I stopped to buy some ice and soda for her, but no beer, as I knew there were some bottles left up in the only furnished room on the fourth floor. As usual, I smoked a ciggy outside the hotel, after I had brought in my Honda, which was nice, as I had time to recall our last time here, when we were just the two of us – the day we had ended up to her girlfriend Hanh’s massage parlor.
I now recalled yelling through the atrium, as I was following her downstairs, that I wanted to drill the tip of my tongue into her little sphincter, after I would have pulled down her pantyhose and undies. She could have leaned over the banister somewhere in the building, after which I would have kneeled down on the floor, directly behind her perfect light butt. And then slap her ass cheeks with my throbbing cock.
Although: She was a bit too short to properly do it if I was standing behind her. Or I was too tall. One stair up could work, though. Yeah, what else had I proposed back on that fateful day? Yes, I told her we could go all the way up to the roof, but for that it was too hot now, in May.
Here she was: approaching me on her older black-and-red Honda Airblade. Mira was sporting a caramel soft top, which had a bra woven in that was too big for her flat, disc-like boobs. Her shiny black sweat pants looked spiffy, and my brain instantly provided me with my recollections escort bursa of the aroma between her young legs. Which, I was sure, was already coming along nicely, on this hot day.
Just as with Nguyet the previous week, I didn’t know why Mira wanted to stick to our secret service roleplay, as we didn’t seem to need it. But then, she just loved slipping and sliding into new social roles; perhaps to forget about the nonsense at my former workplace, a somewhat poorly run but demanding private English school, where the owner continuously required new teaching methods used or introduced unfamiliar course material.
Or, Mira had prepared some kind of ruse to spice up our charming encounter that wasn’t going to work if she was just herself.
“Hi!” she was beaming, as she was passing me on the way into the lobby on her older, yet spiffy Honda to park it next to mine.
I threw my cigarette butt in the gutter across the wide sidewalk and joined her inside, after which I pulled the screeching metal sliding door closed and hung the padlock in the latch, so that we would remain undisturbed. Mira apologized again for leading me on the last time we had been here together, but I dismissed her concern with a charming hand gesture, saying:
“Well, now you’re here, Corporal.”
As she was standing there, smiling at me, we ended up kissing, during which I kneaded her small boobs through the soft fabric of her beige top, which was her girlfriend’s, if I wasn’t mistaken. After thirty seconds or even a minute, we paused to take deep breaths, and Mira assured me once more that, today, I could do anything I wanted.
“Twice, if you want…” she added, still panting.
“Ok… it’s too bad that you aren’t wearing your lovely school uniform, though.” I truthfully expressed my disappointment.
“Well, Mister Douglas, you know by now that I’m actually 27,” she grinned: “I don’t go to school anymore. But if you really want, I’ll wear it again the next time or so…”
“But don’t forget the pantyhose,” I reminded her, adding another log onto the erotic fire.
“It’s too warm for that now… and the next several months,” she reminded me, in turn, but we both knew there were sometimes days in summer – even here in Central Vietnam – on which the temperature only reached 83 degrees.
“But do you know what: Since I know you really like that, I didn’t pee at home. I saved it for now,” she burst out now, before she added: “I gotta go soon.”
Well, her urophilia was as strong as mine; partially, since her clit was so long that once it was aroused, her jet of pee would naturally stimulate her lust stud – one of the most sensitive parts of her whole body. We had indulged in little pissing games at least a dozen times over the last three years.
I loved the sensation on my skin as well as the smell, and I found nothing repulsive about being doused or even drinking a young woman’s pee – as long as it was coming directly out of the caverns of her divine body. It was a tad strange, though, to be walking up the stairs with a young lady who would, in ten minutes, micturate upon me.
But shouldn’t we come up with some sort of impromptu choreography, instead of just letting go onto each other? But what could that be? Well, perhaps Mira had an idea. On the fourth floor, she instantly pulled me to the right, toward the balcony door, away from the only furnished room, like she didn’t want to go there for the sweet, wet debauchery but do it here on the old wooden bench – which was perfect, since it could easily be cleaned and would be discarded soon, anyway.
“Here?” she asked, while I was opening the balcony door, which always jammed.
Now, warm wafts of fresh air were coming in, although there were also openings above every door and window to let the air circulate nicely year ’round. Since there were no chairs on the balcony yet – we would have to take two from the room – I sat down on the wooden bench and grabbed her wrists, so that Mira was now standing between my thighs.
Looking at her heaving little belly, I stroked the triangle between her legs, while she was playfully ruffling my short hair. We were looking at each other for a while; possibly both thinking of the fact that she was departing.
“You do like much younger with your braces,” I eventually said to not let the farewell throw its dark, thick cloak over us yet.
Instead, I reached around her to squeeze and caress her little butt cheeks through the soft, shiny material of her sweatpants, which felt a lot like velvet. Relatively short, as Mira was at about 5’1″, it wouldn’t have been particularly arousing if we had undressed and then she had just peed at me standing between my legs, though.
I asked her quickly if she was ready, but then buried my nose into her shallow bosom. Her top smelled of laundry detergent, of course, but in a minute I would be able to get more of her natural body odor. To move things along, I offered we görükle escort undress, after which she could sit on my lap – and just let go, if she desired to do so. Perhaps, I would piss concurrently; we didn’t always have to make a huge deal out of it:
“If that’s enough for you,” she seemed skeptical that that was the best we could do, before she reached for the bottom of her top to take it off quite lasciviously.
“No bra, today?” I teased her, looking at her slightly swollen, rakish pair of girlish boobs.
“There isn’t much,” she coquettishly replied, grinning, as she knew how much I adored her, including her small, flat chest.
Mira stepped a bit closer, so that my mouth could latch on to her elastic titties, which I then sucked, while I was twiddling her little pink nipples with my tongue. Eventually, she did sit down on my lap, but then we got up to undress, and Mira took our clothes to place them in a safe distance on the floor, here in the hall.
For some reason, Mira didn’t want to walk all the way to the room, though. Perhaps, she really needed to pee now. When she was back, I held her hips, first, before she would in all likelihood sit down on my lap, and turned her to kiss her lower back and pry her butt cheeks open. I wanted to stick my tongue in her little sphincter, but yeah: She was kinda too short for that.
Our charming foreplay, especially the sucking of her little boobs had caused my cock to grow, and so I invited her to sit perpendicular to me on the armrest, ten seven inches higher than me and just urinate into my lap, as I would be kissing, licking, and caressing her tender young body some more.
Playing with my dick, Mira seemed to like the idea of peeing on it, but then reminded me how happy I had looked at her girlfriend’s massage parlor when my cock had been in Hanh’s glorious sheath and Mira had peed into my mouth during my orgasm.
“You think we could do better?” I challenged her, not knowing what exactly she could have in mind.
Since Mira only giggled, with her inimitable teenage boy laugh, I relented and lay down on the bench on my back. So that my chest wouldn’t have to sustain the onslaught of her 95 pounds, she held onto the back of the bench with one hand, before she lowered her upper body, until I was able to open her vaginal vestibule with my tongue.
My nose was buried in her brown, sparse bush and, needless to say, her youthful aroma was divine: warm and ever so slightly sourish; I could almost feel the messenger substances spreading and dancing through my system. Oh no, oh yes: her young body was one of the most rousing I knew, but when I looked up at her face again, I was reminded of her all-too-soon departure.
“Or you turn and blow me, while you’re peeing?” I made a last counter suggestion.
We had done that once, here on said bench. Mira had been wearing a tight, dark-blue skirt, under which I had shoved my head. Of course, the lovely odor – and even the noise – had been more intense, but doing it all naked would have been utterly cool, too. Or lukewarm.
Her young pussy was again three inches away from my mouth, as she had moved slightly. I was caressing her cheeks, and I almost felt a bit weepy or wistful. Man, what outrageous and outlandish things had we done together over the last three or four years!
“No, I wanna see your face,” she finally declined: “You know, I don’t do that with anybody else… and I can’t imagine asking anyone else, either,” she added quietly, before she giggled some more, so that the whole thing wasn’t completely shrouded by our soon-to-be farewell.
Yeah, peeing onto each other was one of the stranger proclivities or pastimes, but we both knew that we needed and wanted it. And it felt nice: The lukewarm, tepid libation had nothing revolting about it. Over the years, it had been become an intricate part of our foreplay. It was intimate, cheeky, yet life-affirming and indicted total commitment. No holds were barred, afterward.
Apparently, Mira was ready now, as she was wiggling her little butt on my chest to get a bit closer to my mouth, chin, neck, and throat again. I had just made another loving comment about her long clit, when Mira let go. As she was peeing now, I licked and sucked, slobbered and swallowed, biting and nibbling her long clitoris in the process.
“That little thing is amazing,” I told her, since we didn’t know each other well, in our charade, making sure I didn’t sound as if I was taken aback.
Mira had been super-conscious about her small anomaly, and I knew that at least three guys had shied away from having sex with her, as her clitoris resembled a tiny penis. The last thing I wanted was that Mira would be ashamed, just because her flesh looked a bit different from the norm.
Interestingly, Mira had paused peeing, which allowed me to fondle her small breasts – which would also have been a good fit for a much younger woman – and twiddle her nipples with my fingertips. But, just when I was looking at her clit again, which looked more like a large drop or a pendant than a pin or button, she began to pee once more.
Or, actually, it felt more like she was emptying herself, as she didn’t seem to exert any pressure on her lower pelvis. Still, the divine tepid liquid was dousing my face. I drank perhaps a third of it but, again, nothing was revolting about the flowery, slightly salty taste or the subtly savory odor.
Looking up at her face, I noticed sheer bliss that someone was so determined to drink from her. As unusual as it was what we were engaged in, I thought we were doing pretty well – without overthinking it, we had found a lovely, intimate beginning for our loin twirl today, and I could sense how her messenger substances were kicking in.
Since we had opened one of the lemonade bottles earlier, I felt like pissing as well, and I also noticed that my cock was growing and throbbing behind her back, but it would have been lame – for the lack of a better term – to just douse her butt and back, without us being able to watch it. I would go in the shower in five minutes, instead.
“Douglas, I’m surprised how much this is turning me on… watching you drink from me, I mean,” Mira sighed when she was done.
Rubbing her little nipples once more with my thumbs, I told Mira that we could, literally, rinse and repeat, as soon as she needed to pee again, later.
“The only thing I wouldn’t like about that is that some of my own cum would trickle down my throat as well,” I back-pedaled a bit.
“You could also come on my face. Or boobs,” Mira giggled with her head cocked, before she even offered that we could try anal sex today, dismounting from my chest.
Well, Mira did have quite a lot of experience with dildos in her butt, since that was what she often did with her blind girlfriend, Hanh. And sometimes, her little anus – which reminded me of a raw octopus ring, opened spontaneously, just by itself, when she was kneeling on the bed.
Since I still had the taste of Mira’s fine urine on my lips, I emptied the lemonade bottle, but then we sauntered toward the room to fetch one of those old curtains to clean up the mess and take a shower. When we reached the door, however, I felt as if struck by lightning:
On the bed was Sally, lying on her back, naked, only clad in black lacy stockings and a garter belt of the same color. I instantly knew that she was here in her new role as Japanese sex doll. Mira slapped her small hand over her mouth, since she had to pretend that she was as surprised as I was, although I was sure that she must have known in advance.
Of course, we forgot about the shower and the cleaning up outside, in the hall, and were just watching Sally’s glorious black pubic mound heaving silently. Oh, man: the ladies had found yet another way to spice up our lunch-time trysts. And now I knew why Mira had insisted on keeping the secret-service ruse going; we needed it for the plot. The complot.
“Oops, who’s that?” the young corporal whispered, as Sally appeared to be sleeping.
Oh, man: Did she looked gorgeous! Sally had pretty much the perfect figure, including large boobs, which were kinda falling off to the sides, though. But, yeah: Her large, dense, pitch-black bush was, somewhat paradoxically, illuminating the room and looked like a gift from heaven, between the garters and the super-lacy belt.
“That’s not a person, but a robot,” I told the young secret service agent: “From Japan. The Ministry of the Interior recently granted First Lieutenant Kim’s division some money. She introduced the robot… the doll to me last week…”
“That’s a doll?! No way!” Mira pretended to be perplexed: “Is it already on? Or could we switch it on?” she was curious.
Even though Mira probably had known in advance – after all, it would have been mean to expect her to dance around naked and have sex in front of Sally without getting her consent first – Mira definitely looked intrigued and excited about the new addition to the department as well as our sex adventure today.
But what was the motivation behind it? Well, the sex-robot idea was highly original, to begin with, as Sally had grown to like the idea of being present when another couple had sex. Which was something that would have been odd to ask, although Hey, can the two of you fuck and allow me to watch? wouldn’t have been an impossible question among the members of our orgy posse, but this way was much more cheerful and charming.
And Mira and Sally had already known each other for two-and-a-half years; one fateful day around Christmas, Sally had entered this very room here together with her girlfriend Emily, while Mira and I had been lying on the bed, naked. The two ladies had never had sex together, as far as I knew, but they had seen each other naked, and Sally had been present when Emily had done it with Mira, while she and I had amused each other coyly.
“I’d assume that the robot is still on standby but, Corporal: Let’s take a shower, first. The doll isn’t going anywhere. But you just peed on me,” I chuckled and grabbed Mira’s hand, ignoring the naked young goddess on the bed.
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