Chapter 165 – My daughter I never knew of (VIII)

Last week, my young Filipina colleague Mira had shown me how she had tried to discover sugar daddies at the mall when she was a school student, which was part of our engrossing father-daughter roleplay that had already brought out the best in us during the last three months. Mira had dressed rather spiffily in a tight, white sweater with a cute bra underneath, a black skirt and pantyhose, under which she hadn’t worn panties, though. Needless to say, I wasn’t aware of this tantalizing detail, until she had lifted up her skirt about an hour into our titillating mating dance on the fourth-floor balcony at the empty vintage hotel, where our orgy circle was meeting fairly regularly.

Seeing her salmon-colored vaginal vestibule under the dark fabric had almost caused me to faint and, overall, those three hours a fortnight back were among the hottest I’ve ever experienced. We both knew that more such roleplays would soon follow but, this week, Mira wanted to ‘party hard’, as she had told me, with Hoang and Thuy, who she had watched having sex during a threesome with me at the model home, where they worked. As Mira had discovered a voyeuristic streak in herself, she had hidden somewhere in the bedroom, but I still didn’t know where exactly, as we had met as strangers the previous time in our sugar-daddy roleplay and thus I hadn’t asked her yet.

Mira had developed quite a crush on Hoang over the last few months. And since I also had a thing for Thuy – with her cuddly, tight figure, including her substantial breasts with their large dark nipples – and also found Hoang handsome, I liked the idea of a foursome from the get-go, as I had only favorable memories of my times with Thuy and Hoang. Thuy also had a rather soft anus, which functioned like the aperture mechanism of a camera lens. As her rectum had remained closed during our threesome – with Mira surreptitiously watching – I was particularly willing to get inside Thuy’s lovely little ass this week, while I also like the idea of peeing together during sex. What else could Mira have meant by partying hard?!

When I asked Hoang in my somewhat pedestrian Vietnamese if he and Thuy wanted to meet Mira and me this week at the old hotel, he seemed hesitant, as he didn’t reply for more than a day, which was a tad unusual. But then he texted me, agreeing for the two of them. He had surprised me three weeks ago with a super-tender treatment of his slightly older coworker Thuy, with whom he had been having an on-and-off affair for almost two years now, but I was sure that there were still unfulfilled desires sleeping in our soft, good-natured Thuy that had to be satisfied from time to time. And Hoang also had a thing for Mira, as far as I knew.

When Hoang offered to bring lunch for the four of us, I insisted on paying for it, but then we were all set. As Mira was allegedly working at Thuy’s office, together with Hoang, she would get a ride with him, and so I just went to the small store near the empty Art Deco hotel to get some beverages. Unfortunately, it had started to rain just before I got to the stately pile of bricks, so I decided to smoke inside the empty lobby, waiting for the three of them. At least, it was warm. When they arrived, they peeled their cumbersome raincoats off their bodies, but my mood instantly brightened when I saw Thuy’s cute little legs in her whitish stockings peeking out from under her checked blue-and-red dress. Mira was just wearing tight black pants with pockets outside and a loose beige sweater.

After they seemed set, I grabbed the bag with the drinks and the ice and handed Hoang the lunch money; he had paid the previous time we had seen each other. He looked – as all the time – rather spiffy in his tight white shirt and black dress pants. Mira was carrying a backpack again, in which I presumed not only fresh underwear but also a complete set of clothes, as she liked to micturate during sex. I was really fond of Thuy’s dress, which she had already worn a few times in my presence, even though its white crocheted collar looked a bit old-fashioned. No one who saw the four of us like this would have assumed that we were about to indulge in insane, carnal debauchery in about half an hour.

After Hoang had lit a ciggie, we began to saunter upstairs. I was holding my roleplay daughter’s hand, as we would talk in English, while the other two, of course, were conversing in their native tongue. Mira told me that she had already arranged to meet Emily and Sally the following week, when the former would draw sketches for tattoos onto her lovely light skin – which, naturally, would also end up in a veritable bash. I wasn’t able to make out what Hoang and Thuy were talking about behind us, but when we got to the kitchen on the third floor, we quickly decided to eat in the only semi-furnished room upstairs, where there were not only a taller table but also two beds, half a dozen more mattresses, fresh sheets, towels, soap, and lube.

After we had put the bags with the food and drinks as well as the bowls and chopsticks on said table, we were standing around a bit awkwardly, as we all wanted to eat but then also fuck as much as we could in as many combinations as feasible. Mira whispered that Thuy had been in the bathroom for quite a long time at the model home, which seemed to indicate that she had already prepared her rectum. I asked my daughter if she and Hoang had perhaps done it at work over the last few weeks, but she only shook her head, adding:

“No, I wanted to save that for today…”

I detected a wanton smile on her face, as she was looking at our Adonis across the table. I cracked four cans open, and then Hoang and I went over to the window to smoke. The wind was still blowing strong but, at least, the rain had stopped. Hoang grinned, holding the window open with his back, and then we watched Mira and Thuy setting the table. I saw that there was only one bottle of lube left; perhaps, Emily and Sally had used the other one up. Thuy went in the bathroom where, luckily, she didn’t pee but only washed her hands, it seemed. Okay, maybe she just didn’t need to go, but my secret hope was that she was as keen on pissing on me as I was on receiving her fresh, flowery libation, which surely would be full of tantalizing messenger substances.

Thuy had never micturated upon me directly, and I had only seen her do it once; at the hot springs, when she – together with Nguyet and Charlie’s aunt Yen – had urinated on him under the outdoor shower. Since the Styrofoam boxes with the food were still closed, my hopes for a quick session before lunch were rising as, that way, we could do it again for a second time after the meal. Since Nguyet, who would take charge in a similar situation, wasn’t present, it was my turn to get us off to a decent begin. As I was keen on Thuy anyway and knew that my sweetie was longing for Hoang to polish her sheath, I stepped closer to our petite real estate MILF and lifted up her dress to admire her pantyhose-clad butt and nimble legs.

Hoang and Mira had watched for a few seconds, but now they kissed, while he was kneading her little boobs under her bra and blouse, after he had removed her sweater. Thuy’s stockings seemed relatively thick, but – as small and cuddly as she was – she looked cute as a bug, partially because she was wearing girlish, floral panties under her semi-translucent pantyhose. But still, I let go of her dress and stepped in front of her to massage her bosom through the thick fabric, during which she was fondling my cock and crotch, in turn. Looking past Thuy’s head, who was only 4’11” or so, I watched Hoang unbutton Mira’s blouse, until we could see her light, lacy bra.

Everyone in the room was aroused and already panting, and so I lifted up Thuy’s dress again, but now she sat down on a chair here at the table. As I wanted her to pee on me, I undressed completely, before I sat took the chair next to her. While we were kissing again, this time more passionately, she began to stroke my dick, super-excited and sweating, but then we rearranged our chairs a bit to be able to watch what Hoang and Mira were doing. I folded Thuy’s dress back up into her lap and enjoyed the view of her cute pantyhose-clad thighs, but then everything I got overwhelmed and reached on her butt to peel those stockings down to her knees to heartily squeeze and fondle her juicy twat.

Even through her girlish panties, I could hear her labia smacking, but now she asked me to pull the zipper on the back of her dress down. When my hand was again between her supple light legs, I reached past the crotch piece of her somewhat generous panties, right smack into the epicenter of action. Her beautiful country bumpkin pussy was dripping with all kinds of broth, and somehow my fingers ended up massaging her inner labia out of her, so to speak. As they were dangling, I flicked and twiddled them a bit as her flesh was swelling swell.

Thuy had long brought my cock up to working temperature, but now she slid towards the edge of her chair. Stimulating each other in said fashion, we looked back over to Hoang and Mira, who were about to lose their minds. With her blouse open, my daughter was kneeling in front of him, working on his whipping cock, as one can imagine. Enthralled, she was rubbing his glans on her lovely smooth cheeks but only to lick the underside of his rod from time to time – like an ice-cream cone in Florence. As hot as the sight was, I still repositioned myself to properly take care of Thuy, who was now fumbling her dress off her shoulders. Not exactly shy, she then snapped her bra open and leaned back to present me her ample beguiling bosom.

Unable to hold back, I took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to suck and lick her relatively rough areola but then refocused on the furry, sticky animal between her legs, so that I would be able to watch the other two some more. Hoang had taken off his shirt in the meantime, while my daughter was blowing him, and I noticed that Mira was wearing a hairclip on the left to harness her hair, which had gotten substantially longer over the last three months. Gone was the bob. Unable to resist the onslaught of Thuy’s cunt, I ripped her pantyhose off her lower legs – and then also her panties, while I was at it – and moved my chair closer to continue my tender, demanding treatment of her snatch.

Mira interrupted her blowing briefly, so that her beau could relieve his legwear, and then she was ready to let him disrobe her zestfully. First, her little titties snapped out of her bra, before he kneeled down in front of her to pull her pants and then panties down to eat her out right there and then. With her pants and panties on her thighs, Hoang was crawling between her legs, like he wanted to bite off her little boat hull, while she was tousling his dark wavy hair. Oh, yes, this insanity had another quality than the threesome three weeks back, which Mira had watched, hiding somewhere in the bedroom. In comparison, that charming little rumpus had been more like a cheese-and-cracker party with potluck at some professor’s house at 5 o’clock on a Friday during the first week of the new academic year.

Oh, my God: No, this here was much more carnal. Raw. The whole room was brimming and seething with energy, as our sweat was sending messenger substances through the air. The panting and wheezing grew to new levels; like everyone had realized that there had been something amiss at our previous encounter and now wanted to make up for it. I told Thuy, gasping for air, that it would be perfectly fine if she peed on me at any moment. She held back, however, perhaps as she was too mesmerized by the other couple. Or jealous. With her cute little legs open and her warm, wet, hairy cunt exposed, she kept looking over to the bed, where Mira was kneeling now, looking way, presenting us her cute little butt, which prompted Hoang to sit down on the floor, put his head between her legs, and lick her. With his neck thrown back and his shoulder blades resting on the edge of the bed.

I would have loved to see Thuy suck his cock in this position, but she seemed determined to stay here with me, exposing her midsection and hot tits. I briefly saw a long thread of grool develop between my daughter’s legs, but then she lowered her supple little ass directly onto Hoang’s face. Slobbering and smacking, he seemed to already have driven her close to an orgasm, but now Thuy wanted to go down that path, too: She finally took off her dress – which she put on the table, together with her bra and panties, directly next to the food – and then sat down again. I kinda needed to piss myself, but felt it would be too counter-climactic to leave the room now. Or should I just pee on naked Thuy?!

Mira had apparently felt that she didn’t want to continue looking out of the window, facing away from the action, and so she turned and lay down on her back, which prompted Hoang to kneel over her face, so that she could warm-up his cock in her mouth again, while he could continue licking her boat hull and large clit. As hot as little Thuy was right here next to me: Seeing Hoang’s long stiff cock contre jour, dangling right above my daughter’s endearing mouth in the semi-darkness between their young bodies, was quite a sight to behold. She was making her first round on his glans, like she wanted to make sure it’s clean once it would enter her treasure. Oh man, when she pushed up his foreskin to get to the groove at the bottom of his glans, I almost lost it. How gorgeous and almost dainty, yet tantalizing it was! What Hoang did to my daughter’s snatch we couldn’t see clearly, however, as his curls where covering hers but, judging by the shrill, elongated shrieks that were coming out of Mira’s mouth, he must have been doing it right.

Of course. Anyway: now, Thuy was ready for our escalation. She had nodded at me, and so we redirected our attention back to ourselves. I quickly grabbed one of those fairly ugly yet nifty old curtains, which I folded once but then spread on the floor to kneel on it, before I reached under her thighs and leaned into her enticing, seething lap. At first, she squirted a bit of translucent liquid onto my face, while I was licking her labia and then the entrance of her urethra, but then she truly let go and was now peeing straight in my face. Enraptured, I laughed like in trance and pulled her pussy lips further aside to be able to watch the origin of such fine libation. I wallowed in the lukewarm, yellow jet until it petered out and then even shed a few tears, trembling.

Of course, our microcosm was now truly suffused with aromas and the most titillating messenger substances, but I wanted to enjoy the debauchery a bit longer, and thus placed my right ear on Thuy’s bush. While millions of savory molecules were now entering my system through my quivering nostrils, I was able to watch the bed again, where Mira had interrupted her cock-treatment and was looking at us. Just like Hoang, both of their mouths were frozen orgiastically oval, but I was pulled back into Thuy’s lap, where I began to lick and suck her again. Unlike in most micturition episodes, neither of us made an effort to clean things up, which I found incredibly hot.

Yes, I didn’t mind kneeling on a curtain that was soaked with Thuy’s heavenly fresh piss, partially because she had reached a level of arousal that would not condone mundane, counter-climatic intermissions. Thuy squealed and moaned in cute little cascades, while I was biting the insides of her lovely light thighs, until I saw that her snatch was producing enough lubrication for both, her sheath and her awesome flat sphincter. After I had pulled her further towards me on her chair, I licked her perineum but then pushed the tip of my tongue right into her anus. On a whim, I turned her chair to adjust our positions again, and then I was able to watch how things were unfolding near the bed.

For some reason, Hoang had gotten up again, and now Mira was climbing his body like a tree. With his hands providing support on her ass, the two young lovers seemed up for some true acrobatics. Holding on to his neck, Hoang fumbled his cock inside her sheath and then bobbed her up and down, like a medicine ball. Mira almost flew through the air with every thrust, and the way she had wrapped her slim legs around his back did remind me of a playful little monkey. As he was penetrating her, they kissed and smooched, laughed and giggled, but I thought if Thuy wanted me to do the same with her now.

Well, perhaps Hoang had already done that with her, as he was young and strong. And they had been carrying on their affair for close to two years now. Thuy didn’t weigh much more than 100 pounds, as short as she was. Still queasy, I was waiting for her to suggest mimicking our two young lovers, but when I got up, she just slid off her chair and took my cock in her mouth. With her little knees in her own piss, she blew me like her life depended on it and then rubbed my glans on her nipples, which was a nice homage to the session three weeks earlier. After she had taken my cock back in her mouth and sucked it for another minute, she looked up at me and nodded, saying that she was ready.

Mira had climbed down from the tree and was sitting on the bed, and the two of them were negotiating something in Vietnamese, briefly using their hands. When I saw him go over to the shelf with his whipping cock, where there was a stack of old caramel curtains, I instantly knew what they were up to. He spread the drapes on the floor, before he lay down on his back, and Mira squatted over his face. I was a bit jealous but glad that they spared the bed. And so, I just took Thuy’s hand and led her over to the bed.

The distance between the table, where I had been sitting with Thuy, and the bed was perhaps ten or twelve feet, but during those few seconds, we made the transition from frothy foreplay to the more serious project of anal penetration. With my finger circling and poking her anus, I confirmed with her that that’s what she had in mind, too. Yes, I would fuck her in the ass now, like we had done once already at the model home where she worked. She lay down on a pillow under her belly to prop her ass up a bit, but when I handed her a second one, she smiled and nodded. I grabbed the bottle with the gel off the chair next to the bathroom door and then kneeled between her thighs.

Thuy’s flesh around her sphincter was light and soft; very flexible – like I said – a bit like the aperture mechanism of a camera lens. Both, her perineum and her anus were pumping eagerly, like they knew what was coming. Thuy seemed aroused yet also calm and let out a cute little sigh when she felt the relatively cool liquid enter her rectum. All in all, I spent maybe about an ounce of gel, during which time I marveled at the intricacies of what was between her light butt cheeks. Of course, Mira and Hoang had finished their little micturition session and now came over to join us on the bed.

So that she could watch what we were doing, Mira positioned herself perpendicular to Thuy’s butt, on her knees, and then even put her chin on the latter’s left ass cheek. Without further ado, Hoang shoved his cock slowly inside my daughter here to my left and she nodded at me with her teeth clenched; presumably, to do the same with Thuy. Or was Hoang even in Mira’s ass?

“Hey, are you guys having backdoor sex?” I inquired, panting.

“N-nah… n-not yet… la-later, p-p-perhaps… a bit… a-ha!” Mira stammered and screamed as Hoang was gathering steam, banging her quite hard.

Thuy’s anus was bit smaller than Yen’s, in the end, but softer, so that penetrating it wasn’t problematic in any way; partially, since the area surrounding it was malleable. Now, her back iris was holding the lower part of my glans hostage and, technically, I didn’t even really want to press all the way in, as our current arrangement seemed outright perfect. At least, for me. Surmising that Thuy would want to feel my whole cock in her rectum, though, I tenderly pressed further, and my glans disappeared inside the mysterious warm black void.