The Old Vacant Hotel

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 newVincommall downtown. In theSugar Daddyversion, 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 alwayslived 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 upto fuckwould 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 ofHey, do you want to meet up for sex?!would have.

In the past, theCoop-Martsold 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 Mirawhat 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 outYou 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 meantHis 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 saidold. 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 sexwas 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.