Chapter 163 – My Daughter is exploring her new Kink
What I had long suspected, finally happened: My daughter Mira was developing a huge crush on her new co-worker Hoang, who was doing an internship at the model home where she allegedly worked now. Of course, my young Filipina colleague and I weren’t related by blood, but had embarked on a rousing daughter-and-daddy role-play about ten weeks back to spice up our affair. Part of the story was that she had become a real estate agent here in our non-descript town in Central Vietnam on February 1 this year, temporarily even living at said model home; in the unused third bedroom, upstairs.
Over the last four weeks or so, my daughter and I had amused ourselves with our wonderful mature friend Yen, who had slipped into the role of Mira’s mom rather effortlessly. Yen was busy this week, however, and so Mira suggested we meet at her new office, where we would probably end up in her bedroom in a little tryst with Hoang, the most handsome real estate trainee in the whole province. And so, I bought a few beers and drove over to the house in the suburbs that had already seen so many salacious sensual encounters; partially, as it was my long-term affair Nguyet’s lair.
I was instantly glad to be back, when I saw Thuy’s older Honda parked outside. Thuy was Nguyet’s petite and cuddly sidekick here at the office, and we had had sex at multiple occasions over the years. Looking around as I was smoking a quick ciggy before I would go in, I also saw Hoang’s classy older Suzuki. Thuy was about the same age as Nguyet, around 33, and had a little daughter. She was divorced, which had sporadically driven her to join our orgy microcosm, but I hadn’t seen her since June of last year.
Back in the day, we had met twice at her parents’ house for lunch, as she – like Nguyet – had still been a virgin at 29, but when Thuy had learned about Nguyet’s affair with me, she asked her colleague if she couldn’t garner some sexual experience, too. Of course, it hadn’t taken much to twist my arm, and Thuy and I had done it a few more times, just the two of us, when Nguyet had been heavily pregnant during the fall of 2019. Once, she had even lured me here to the model home when she knew she would be all by herself over lunch.
Thuy had a nice nimble figure, which was more womanly than Nguyet’s. What made her truly stand out was her pigment anomaly, as a result of which her hair was brown and some of her eyelashes white. Thuy also had a lot of freckles, which was highly unusual among Vietnamese women. Coincidentally, now she stepped out of the house; probably to get lunch. I saw that Hoang slipped her some money in the doorway, but when I stepped closer and offered to pay, the two of them charmingly declined. Hoang joined me for a ciggy, and then we watched cute little Thuy saunter towards her scooter. Her ponytail was bobbing, and I liked her simple yellow dress, which had black and white vertical and horizontal stripes, which made it look like window drapes.
She drove off without putting her helmet on, and I noticed again how light her skin was. But her petite, roundish body was sweet and hot – partially because of her large bosom.
“How’s it going?” I asked Hoang, who was looking spiffy again, in his perfectly-fitting black dress pants and tight, ironed white shirt.
Hoang, who – with his gelled, slightly wavy hair and his glasses reminded me of Gregory Peck in To Kill a Mockingbird – nodded and gave me a thumbs-up. He was training to become a certified real estate broker, which was a sensible decision in the booming Vietnamese market. For years, he had been working here and there as a handyman, during which time he had begun his affair with Nguyet. He was relatively tall and quiet, and if Nguyet was busy, Thuy got her share of his cake as well. I asked him if Mira was inside, and he nodded inconspicuously, seeming aware of our father-daughter role-play.
Watching him take another long drag from his cigarette, I decided to smoke another one, too, as we were waiting for Thuy to return anyway, and he reiterated that Nguyet wasn’t here this week. Right when he had lit a second ciggy, though, Thuy came around the corner again, with a stack of Styrofoam boxes between her little legs. She had probably called in advance, so that she wouldn’t have to wait. Yes, her garment looked a bit old-fashioned, but she pulled it off nicely. As always. Her dress – under which she certainly smelled lovely – ended around her knees, and her little roundish calves looked just delish. She was also sporting the little red flip-flops that I had already seen on Nguyet’s chiseled marble feet; apparently, they shared the pair. Just like they did with Hoang here next to me.
Thuy was actually the one I owed my recent infatuation with anal intercourse to. Once, at the thermal springs west of town, she had been lolling near the pool, with her legs relatively wide spread, looking at her phone. Without a care in the world, she had pulled her feet closer to her butt at some point, even though she knew that I was standing nearby in the water. Nonchalantly, she had exposed her pussy and puckering sphincter, which was embedded in a rather soft and flat dent, which one could fill with a small cookie. I had asked Nguyet to translate if backdoor sex could be an option for Thuy and me, to which I received an affirmative answer only an hour later.
Thuy had requested, though, a two-months prep period, during which Nguyet and I also got the latter’s rosette ready – until the voluptuous assistant Casey came out of left field and offered hers spontaneously. Since then, Thuy and I had had anal sex two or three times, during which I discovered that her anus worked a bit like the aperture mechanism inside an old-school camera lens. The capstone of our anal play was when Hoang and I once even double-penetrated our little real-estate queen.
When the three of us finally went inside, Mira was sitting at one of the desks, pretending she really worked here. She was wearing a pair of brownish clamdiggers and a yellow blouse, a combo which reminded me of chocolate and vanilla ice-cream. I bent down to kiss her cheek, like a dad would, but then Thuy asked us to come upstairs for lunch. Walking behind her together with my daughter, I caught the latter watching the former’s well-proportioned butt, wobbling under the yellow dress. As Mira was not only bisexual but also decidedly androgynous, Thuy appeared almost round in comparison, even though she didn’t have an ounce of truly superfluous fat on her petite body. But she was also three inches shorter than Mira, who – when she realized that I knew what she was looking at – giggled and blushed.
Upstairs in the kitchen, we sat down, but then my girl instantly burst out:
“Dad, you won’t believe what happened earlier this week…”
As Hoang had arrived now, too, we opened the drinks, first, and he put ice in the four glasses. I positioned myself in my usual spot, near the window, at one short end of the rectangular table; with my left elbow on it, and my back against the wall. Mira was sitting right in front of me, basically, as we would speak in English, while the other two naturally would resort to their native language. I didn’t like this separation too much, but it would come in handy in about half an hour, as we were to see. Thuy looked super chipper, while was she filling the bowls, and so I asked my daughter what exactly had transpired.
“Well, dad, like I said, I have a huge crush on the young man here at the table,” she began, avoiding saying his name, so he wouldn’t know that we were talking about him. “I’m absolutely mad about the guy…” she sighed with her head bent forward, looking at me discreetly.
In real life, Mira had already had sex with him a few times: once, he, his buddy Vu, Charlie, and I had banged her multiple times – which had been her explicit wish, though, as she also had a proclivity for consensual non-consent. And then, the two of them had also done it again at another orgy, if I wasn’t mistaken. Or had he eventually switched to Nguyet after the foreplay with Mira, which I recalled vividly?
“Fair enough. He’s incredibly good-looking, even I can see that,” I admitted. “And then?”
“Well, it’s obvious that he’s having an affair with my new boss; I realized that the first day… but now that she isn’t here this week, he disappeared into the bedroom over there with the lady sitting here at the table… on Monday, that was…”
The bedroom door was ajar behind Hoang’s broad shoulders, from our point of view.
“And what did you do? Did you go upstairs to your room to take a nap?” I asked, as it didn’t sound like they had invited her to a threesome.
“Sure, but then I couldn’t sleep, of course… I could hear them having sex, and so I diddled myself a bit,” Mira giggled. “I left the door open, as no one ever comes to the second floor, anyway… they partied quite hard… moaning and groaning… and she shrieked a lot…” my daughter chuckled.
Of course, we had long begun to eat, but then I asked if that was everything. Was Mira just flabbergasted that Hoang had switched ponies so quickly and effortlessly?
“No, no, hang about! On Tuesday, I went inside the closet over there in the bedroom before lunch, thinking that they would do it again…” Mira giggled. “I mean, I wanted to see him naked… and… how he would do it…”
Lovely. Oh, yes, that had potential. My cock twitched for the first time, perhaps as I assumed that she would now describe their intercourse in all details. The throbbing wet cock, dripping pussy, some grool… the whole nine yards. Or did she even come out of the wardrobe and joined them?!
“And: was it good? Did you see his wet, whipping cock at work?” I asked flippantly.
“Well, hang on, dad! Be patient!” she cheerfully admonished me, chuckling again. “It never happened… he got a call downstairs, I’m assuming, and then he left…”
“Oh, bummer! And you were still in the closet? And then?” I was eager to learn.
“Well, then the lady came into the room by herself… and undressed to take a nap…”
Ha! This was pretty awesome, whether it actually happened or not. And, again: I loved how she cleverly avoided saying their names; which she knew, of course. I still wondered if she had thought everything up, or had it really happened, at least partially?!
“Well, Miraculous, that wasn’t what you expected but, at least, you’re bisexual. Piquant, piquant… oh, yes… definitely… did you get any mileage out of watching her sleep? And, oh, did she undress completely?”
Thuy wasn’t as ravishing as Nguyet but definitely hot, in her own way. I really liked her cuddly, roundish figure, including her substantial bosom. And her flat, light anus funnel.
“Nope. She only took off her dress, yes… and her bra… she was wearing a long undershirt, which had a lot of mesh around her breasts… so, I could see her boobs fairly well,” my daughter chuckled. “And also, her bush… her panties were kinda thin…”
Oh, yes. This shit was hot. Positively tantalizing. Of course, I instantly imagined Thuy taking a nap in the fetal position, with one of her large tits resting on the other. And both of her dark large nipples pointing at Mira inside the wardrobe. I thought of testing the veracity of Mira’s story by probing her for more details but then remembered that she had seen Thuy naked once: on the fateful day Charlie had shied away from my daughter’s long clitoris; when Thuy had eventually picked up the slack and deflowered him.
Wouldn’t this be a good moment to admit to Mira that I already had sex with her new colleague Thuy? I decided against it, as it would be more rousing if I kept that to myself for now.
“Well, yes, her breasts look kinda big, the way they’re heaving under her dress over there,” I keenly observed, before I admitted, at least, that I would love to see and touch them, too.
“Of course, you would,” Mira replied, but then Hoang raised his glass, and we toasted.
The ladies were still sipping their Pepsi, and I thanked Thuy again for getting the food. Even though her teeth weren’t perfect, she still had an endearing smile, which sent ripples of sensual energy through my midsection.
“Now, do you find her attractive?” I probed my bisexual daughter a bit more.
“Well, she isn’t as beautiful as mom or Mrs. Nguyet… and I actually wanted to see the guy naked. You know, in the Philippines, I only had sex with my sugar daddies… who were about twice my age,” she added, giggling again.
Oh, this was awesome too: that she picked up loose ends of our story again, which would probably end up in another roleplay soon.
“You never had a boyfriend your age?!” I asked incredulously.
“Nope, just girlfriends…” she admitted, a tad embarrassed. “And so, seeing a young guy have sex would have been something new, too…”
“We’ll make it happen; I promise… but I’d also find it super-hot if you’d show me how you got those sugar-daddy relationships started back then in the Philippines…” I suggested, of course. “Did you usually initiate that, or did the men chat you up?”
She blushed and admitted: “No, dad… that was always me… I needed the money for college, you know? And, at the mall, I could tell who might be open for such things…”
“Does mom actually know about that?” I asked her another natural question.
Slightly embarrassed again, Mira looked down at the floor, shaking her beautiful head: “No, dad, of course not… and you mustn’t tell her…” she quietly begged me.
I didn’t want to probe her further to not turn the mood here at the table sour. And if we embarked on a rousing sugar-daddy role-play, we’d soon get back to those intricate matters, anyway. But there was one intriguing question that would fuel my imagination:
“Did you dress up when you went to the mall?”
“A bit. I tried not to put out too much… just a bit of make-up and nice clothes…”
“Okay, next week? Hit on me at the mall, trying to get me to pay your tuition!” I suggested cheerfully. “I wanna see what that’s like…”
She nodded but didn’t agree explicitly; perhaps, as there was still another project pending. We had finished our food, and Thuy and Hoang had been flirting and kissing a bit in the meantime.
“So, do you wanna watch the two of them today? Aren’t you curious to see the lady here at the table naked again?!” I tickled her fancy.
“Well, I gotta admit that I was kinda oblivious to her for the first three weeks but now, after I’ve seen her sleeping on the bed, half-naked… she looked so lovely, like an angel…” Mira, the Catholic, admitted. “Yes, her large breasts are marvelous… the way they were stacked on top of each other… sure, I wanna touch them…” she kept raving on and on.
Yes, that was true. In relation to her body, Thuy’s boobs were the largest among all women in our orgy circle. Not even Yen’s appeared that big, as she was six or seven inches taller than our little real estate queen here.
“Did you step out of the wardrobe, or did you wait until she’d woken up and left?” was my last question.
“I stepped out surreptitiously… after about 20 minutes… I don’t know if she noticed…” Mira giggled quietly.
I had started to smoke again, as everyone was done eating, and Hoang poured us another round of drinks, before he also fiddled a ciggy out of the pack in his chest pocket. We repurposed an empty beer can into an ashtray and could hear the large trucks on the highway in the distance.
“Well, Mira, do you wanna try again today? It doesn’t look like your crush is going to receive another phone call…”
“Oh. Well, I think I’d prefer to have sex with him when no one else is around…” she was playing coy. “But, as long as the lovely lady with the large boobs is working here, that might never happen… but I’d love to watch them, true… sure…” she eventually nodded excitedly.
“Well, ok, here’s the plan: you get up, saying that you aren’t feeling too well and that you’ll go upstairs to snooze. You disappear, and I’ll distract them, so that you can slip quietly into the bedroom, behind his back. Like on Tuesday…”
She needed to think about it for a minute: “And what are you going to do in the meantime?! We obviously can’t have sex if I’m in the wardrobe…”
Without saying anything, I nodded towards the Vietnamese couple at the other end of the table, who were certainly planning on a foursome anyway. The last time Thuy and I had done it was ages ago, while I had seen Hoang in action last November, when our blossoming wallflower Nga had – together with him, Minh and myself – equalized Mira’s fuck record of seven times in one go. Unlike the latter, though, Nga had received most loads in her rectum.
“Oh, please, dad! You can’t be serious?!” Mira replied mock-indignant. “You, with the two of them together?! Ooh, pleeease!”
Ha! Was she seriously taken aback? Probably not, as she had witnessed a dozen group-sex sessions with me and others; the last one just the previous week with Yen, her new mother. But then, Mira couldn’t just accept the proposition that her dad was going to have sex with her two young colleagues without comment. Perhaps even anal.
“What do you want me to do?! Go upstairs and rest on your bed in the meantime?” I sketched one alternative to show the sheer absurdity. “Frankly, I don’t fancy staring at the ceiling when two people are getting it on here, while you’re satisfying your voyeurism in the wardrobe… Thuy and I have known each other for several years, Miraculous,” I laughed, at the end.
“Oh! I didn’t know that…” she reconsidered our options for a few seconds. “Well, frankly, okay then…” she then changed her mind.
“You could even step out after 20 minutes… while we’re at it… I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t mind… just pretend you came down from your room… all drowsy and shit… we’ll leave the door ajar… and you just stumble in…”
My sweetie looked around the kitchen and then took a deep breath. When she had disappeared in the bathroom, which was next to us, behind the wall I was leaning on, I told Thuy and Hoang that she wasn’t feeling well and would lie down upstairs. They looked a bit surprised, as they knew her as frivolous, but then, yes, there are those days. It didn’t look like they suspected that she was going to watch us. Although they wouldn’t have minded, I was still certain. But I thought it was hotter our way. Surely, my daughter would agree.
We could faintly hear Mira peeing, while Hoang cracked another two beers open. When I saw her silently traipse past Hoang’s back, I asked Thuy about the ring on her finger, which prompted her to lean towards me and place her hand next to mine, so that I could examine her jewelry. From the corner of my eye, I watched my daughter slip into the bedroom, after which the door was ajar again; pretty much like it had been before.
So, that was that. Now, I went to piss, and when I got back, Hoang and Thuy were clearing the table. He shot me a somewhat lecherous look, pointing at Thuy, who laughed mirthfully but covered her butthole area with one hand, shaking her head. I licked the air to inquire if I could tenderly treat her sphincter with my tongue, nonetheless – to which she bashfully agreed. Perhaps Hoang had fucked her backdoor on Monday, and now the little aperture mechanism still needed a break.
Over in the bedroom, I made sure that the door remained open and tried to spot Mira through the gap in the wardrobe doors. Although one of them was ajar, I couldn’t see her, though. Thuy and Hoang had been in the bathroom as well, but now she asked him to open the zipper at the back of her dress, after which she kneeled down on the bed. Hoang immediately lifted up her skirt, which he then carefully parked on her back, like he was setting a table, before he began to fondle her ass through her thin light panties. I sat down on the bed, nodding at them to go ahead, as I wanted to survey the room to find the best positions for my girl to watch.
Hoang and Thuy seemed completely oblivious that Mira could be in the room. I took off my pants, watching his large handyman hands reach under the crotch-piece of Thuy’s underwear. When Hoang saw my cock, he undressed as well but then kneeled closer to her tits, which he now started to squeeze with one hand, while still working on her butt and pussy with the other. Sometimes, his middle finger slipped into her sticky, moist cleft, and the smacking and other signs of arousal were filling the room. When he suggested I take his position, we guys got fully naked, and he offered his throbbing noodle to Thuy’s mouth.
Of course, she took it, while I was now fondling her sweaty butt and sticky cleft. Curiously, she still had her dress on, like she felt she was being watched. Or like she wanted to put on a proper striptease-show later. Looking at her fervent blowing, I wondered if she hadn’t done that for a while. As small as she was, now I reached for her heavy potato boobs, too, and massaged them through the not very thick fabrics of her dress and bra, while Hoang reached inside on her back to snap the thing open. I wondered briefly what I found hotter: a woman on her knees, presenting her butt and pussy the way Thuy was right now, or on her back with her legs wide spread and a proper dark bush above her wet, half-open pussy.
Well, that was perhaps a matter of who it was. Thuy definitely looked hotter the way she was positioned now, although seeing her soft anus at the hot springs had opened a new path in my life. Literally. Anyway, I turned her a bit toward the wardrobe, so that my daughter’s voyeurism could be catered to, while Thuy was still blowing Hoang’s chipper noodle determinedly. To speed things up, I pulled her panties, which had some lace around the seams, down to her knees, and then tickled her rosette with my tongue. Sniffing and puffing, we all were gathering steam, and I wondered if Mira was masturbating already in the closet.
Oh, yes, Thuy was nicely wet. Her perineum was pretty much hairless, but both sets of labia were nicely swollen already. Her flat, light anus was puckering invitingly, and I regretted a bit that it was taboo today. She was still blowing Hoang ardently, but just when I began to wonder if he would just come inside her mouth, he pulled out and positioned himself behind her butt, nodding at me to trade positions and have my cock warmed up in the meantime. Regretfully, I said goodbye to Thuy’s lovely sphincter but still relished the taste in my mouth.
Before I would push my noodle between Thuy’s lips, she wanted to relieve herself of her clothes. When she was naked, too, she offered herself again, pretty much in the same position, with her ass in a 30-degree angle towards the wardrobe. When I perceived a clearing of throat and some minor rumble, I deliberately coughed fairly loudly to cover everything up, but as Hoang was about to enter Thuy’s enticing sheath, he didn’t care for such trifles. Thuy moaned nicely when he gently shoved his cock further up inside her, and then, thrusting languidly, they quickly found their rhythm.
Now, she was ready to also receive my cock at the other end of her lovely, petite torso. At my age, though, Thuy could blow me easily for 15 minutes, before I would come, and so I watched Hoang go about his tender business, while Thuy was doing hers. As the two of them knew each other really well, their tender love-making was a pleasure to watch, and I noticed how kind and affectionate – almost restrained – he was today. Earlier, also, he had fumbled her panties off her legs like she was incapacitated and needed help.
As Hoang kept thrusting, Thuy’s ripe fruits were dangling nicely, which evoked the chiming of church bells in my head. As mundane as the sexual act often was in and of itself, Hoang’s work was aesthetically pleasing to the utmost. Tenderly, he changed the angle of his thrusts, polishing her G-spot along the way. But he seemed even to take care not to shake her too much, as she was still pressing her lips onto my rod and bobbing her head up and down. Once in a while, a long thread of saliva dripped down onto the bed, and twice she even let my noddle slip out of her mouth to rub my glans on her right erect rough nipple.
Oh, there was some commotion somewhere in the room again, which I tried to cover up with another deliberate cough and moan. I also cleared my throat again and distracted Thuy by tenderly caressing her face and stroking her hair, before I heartily reached along her side to fondle her right tit. It really didn’t look like the others suspected any foul play, and even if they did, Mira would have been more than welcome to join the affectionate melee at any moment, I was sure. For a while, us guys kept thrusting in Thuy’s fabulous orifices at opposite ends of her petite torso, while I was still fondling her right boob, which felt nicely heavy again. At some point, she cast up her eyes and smiled at me endearingly. And gratefully.
Was my daughter actually masturbating inside the closet? I was curious. The scene here on the bed was certainly rousing enough. It definitely wasn’t the ultimate rumpus; it felt much more like a cheerful reunion, during which everyone was happy that we could just continue where we had left off months ago. Had Mira actually taken off her pants or even panties before she disappeared inside the armoire? I realized that the angle perhaps wasn’t perfect for her, but I didn’t want to interrupt Hoang and Thuy to rearrange things, like a movie director. Even though Mira couldn’t see Hoang’s lovely cock, she certainly understood that it would be inside Thuy for the most part, anyway.
At least, my daughter was able to admire his naturally muscular torso, at which I looked melancholically, while he was getting ready to come. And, sure enough: now, our Gregory Peck roared and, with his ass twitching, shot his lavish load up Thuy’s nimble MILF body. Perhaps as she wanted to enjoy the moment, she let go of my cock, as if she desired to listen how his cum hit her cervix, which was a moving scene. I watched her open, gaping mouth as well as her bulging butt; fascinated by the hoarse, guttural moaning that was emanating from the depths of her little throat – the warmth of which I could also feel on my glans.
After our Adonis had pulled out, I slowly moved along Thuy’s supple body towards her ass, where I would continue the good work that Atticus Finch had started. While I was waiting for him to disconnect himself thoroughly, I rubbed my wet glans again on her tit and nipple, before I leaned over to the left to admire her creampie. Oh, yes, that was lovely – and Mira should have been able to witness it: bubbling, Hoang’s special milk came back out and then ran down, towards Thuy’s clit and pubic mound, where it would ferment further.
Now, long strings of cum and nectar were dangling between her short thighs, while her pussy was seething like the caldera of a small volcano. Hoang’s breathing was reverting back to normal, as he was kneeling eight inches behind her ass. His cock was still half-stiff, which must have been quite a sight for my daughter – who, yes, must have been diddling herself by now. When I asked Thuy, if she wanted to switch positions – to offer another angle to Mira – the former only smiled, though, like she wanted to leave it up to me.
So, I crawled under her body, like a mechanic checking out a particularly persistent car problem. In that way, Mira would be able to see Thuy’s ass better, without losing any of the breast vista. Thuy could ride me now, which would definitely cause her tits to dangle mirthfully again. Once I had settled in, I cupped her tits and kissed her, while she was fumbling my cock inside her fabulous sheath, reaching between her thighs from behind. As her pipe was still lubricated, it felt like my shaft went in completely right away. Exuberantly, she then began to thrust. We were gathering steam in no time, while we were kissing passionately with both of her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. Cheerful smacking was filling the room, which reverberated nicely off the walls and the ceiling.
Now, we weren’t doing this all for Mira, but she must have been rather pleased, I thought to myself. The way Thuy was acting, she seemed to have been starved for affection and fulfillment. Perhaps Hoang’s affair with Casey had deprived her of regular intercourse but, as far as I knew, Hoang had broken up with our voluptuous young friend. As short as Thuy was, I now kissed the top of her head and remembered that in a very similar situation, Hoang had actually penetrated her ass. He had been to the bathroom in the meantime, but now he just sat down to my left to caress Thuy’s nimble ass and tits some more. I was surprised again how tenderly he was carrying himself today, but it didn’t feel restrained; much more like an expression of love, care, and true affection.
It was funny how our hands met under and on Thuy’s small body and dangling large breasts. So, I removed mine and placed them on her butt cheeks, where they then supported her zealous thrusts. All feeling chipper, we continued in said fashion for a while, and I realized that I was already at the edge. I still expected Mira to step out of the wardrobe, although by now it was almost too late. Oh, yes, knowing my daughter, her little snatch was already polished, and I almost expected her to shriek orgiastically any time. Hoang, who wasn’t occupied right now, could have pressed her knees open and entered her where she needed it the most. But, alas, she seemed too shy to join our ribald rumpus. Or she got such a kick out of everything that she had decided to remain where she was.
At some point, Thuy stopped, though, and asked if she couldn’t kneel again. Perhaps there had been an agreement that she wanted to blow Hoang twice today. And so, we switched positions once more, which gave Mira a good look of both stiff cocks, but not Thuy’s pussy; which may have been the only thing missing today. As we were still arranging ourselves, I directed Thuy to kneel at a slightly different angle, but then we were ready again. I waited until Hoang’s whipping cock had disappeared in Thuy’s mouth, before I carefully reentered Thuy’s lovely sheath. As nicely lubricated as it was, I borrowed some juice from further below to tenderly probe her flat anus funnel, while my ball sack was hitting her clit and bush periodically.
Thuy’s inner labia had swollen quite a bit, but they were still tight enough to cling to my shaft, which meant they were coming with me, so to speak, every time I retracted my cock. Which was quite a sight to behold. We hollered, panted, and yodeled, and I was sure that Mira must have come twice already. I still wondered why Thuy didn’t want at least a bit of backdoor sex, but then, yes, today was just a reunion, after which we could move on to more daring and bolder endeavors.
Oh, yes, the tickling and prickling in my loins and groins was growing stronger. Thuy was already wetter than wet; if I wasn’t mistaken, she had already climaxed once. Looking at her smeared, foamy butt crack, I wanted her to pee, as she sometimes did during sex, but perhaps not here on the bed in the model home, which clients may take a look at later in the afternoon.
Ahaa-Aaaaah! I was groaning and grunting now, as my load was making its way up from my seminal gland. Thuy sounded like she was climaxing again; this time, with her mouth on her lover’s cock. At the other end of her torso, finally, splashes of sweet liquid were making their way past my shaft, onto my thighs and the bed. Hoang had waited until her eruption had subsided but now was pumping more frantically to come quickly again. Looking longingly at her aperture mechanism about her perineum, I waited until my body had discharged the divine fluid that she had been craving so much – sure, that Mira had gotten her share of the cake today.
When Thuy had collapsed, Hoang and I flanked her flanks, and we cuddled together for several minutes. Apparently, Thuy had swallowed his load, but now I caught him rubbing his glans on her butt again. As I needed to pee, I eventually got up. Hoang went straight for the kitchen, where he would smoke and crack another beer open. When I stepped out of the bathroom, though, the bedroom door was still open, and I saw that naked Thuy was approaching the closet door. Oh, sweet Jesus! I thought to myself, unable to say anything, though. For a split-second I thought about telling her not to, but then: Did I know how to say that in Vietnamese?! Perhaps, but it would have been awkward. And I also wanted to relish the moment when Thuy discovered Mira inside.
They knew each other and had had sex together: here on this very bed, on the fateful day when Thuy had deflowered Charlie, after he had shied away from my daughter’s long clit. Alas, the wardrobe was empty. Well, there were some clothes in there but no sight of my ravishing girl. Shit, where could she be?! Right that moment, though, Hoang appeared from behind, handing me a beer and then pulling me back into the kitchen. When I grabbed my clothes, I took an eyeful of Thuy’s fabulous little MILF-body with its big tits, which looked so cheerful, postcoital. I joined Hoang in the kitchen for another beer and a ciggy, where I finally got dressed; happy, that I had reunited with Thuy, who was pretty darn sexy.
Well, to continue our ruse, I even went up to the second floor, as that was were Hoang and Thuy presumed my daughter. But, of course, the bed in her room was empty. What I found remarkable, though, was that there was one of her suitcases and a bunch of clothes that clearly belonged to her. Among them, her college uniform, which she probably had brought back here from the Philippines in January to render our role-plays more authentic. Oh, sweet Jesus!
She was going to quite some lengths, I thought to myself on the way down the stairs. I told Hoang and Thuy that she was still sleeping, knowing that – wherever she was – she’d be okay. She was in good hands and would probably sneak out of the bedroom as soon as I was gone and Thuy and Hoang had gone downstairs again. Or would they do it again, perhaps together with Mira? I mean, the lunch-break still lasted another hour.