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Chapter 111: Mira also wants more from Life</p>
Wanted: English tutor. Love for sensual exploration and expression a must. Bisexuality would be an advantage.
I had really grown to like our family charade that we had started playing among our group of orgy friends, and since neither Nguyet nor Anna had indicated that we would stop that rousing play any time soon, I thought up a role for Mira, my young colleague from the Philippines, who had finally agreed to join us. Anna, my alleged daughter, was supposed to compete in a regional English-tournament in about three weeks. While on the trip, which she would go on with another dozen or so 12th-grade students, she was expected to at least blow one of the guys or, better, actually have sex with him, and so we had practiced a bit a fortnight ago. And now, Mira, who was bisexual and had a titillating long clit, would tickle Anna a bit more and make sure she could go well-prepared.
The time before the last, the ladies had thought up a tantalizing role-play that had involved the whole family. Anna and Vu had played the children, while Mrs. Yen had played my loving wife. My long-time affair Nguyet had given our maid, as she didn't really fit the family structure, age-wise. After our lunch, our maid had introduced my daughter to giving blowjobs and diddling a woman's clit, before I had shown her the ropes of actual intercourse. In this way, Anna had overcome some of her fears, while her 'brother' Vu and his stunning mom had consumed their lust for each other. To be able to continue our beguiling ruse, Anna had requested to garner some more experience during the next three weeks, before the school trip would commence.
Last week though, Anna and I, her alleged father, had ended up in the old Art Deco hotel that was slated for renovation just by ourselves. We had sat in the kitchen, eating cake and drinking coffee, before we had slowly undressed, while talking about Anna's hopes and fears that she had about the trip: Her ultra-slim frame made her believe that she was inadequate, while her general inexperience had also troubled her, but she sure must have felt better when she realized what the sheer sight of her young, supple body could do to a grown man. I still found our chamber-play: sitting across from each other, the successive undressing, and talking about sex--absolutely captivating, as we both had climaxed just from visual stimulation. After my cum flakes had made their way across the three-feet gap between our torsos, Anna had even lost control over her bladder and reciprocated with a lukewarm geyser gushing from her mesmerizing minute snatch, which had put me in a state of quasi-religious rupture.
Mira, my young colleague, with whom I had had a thrilling affair last fall, told me that she was bored senseless at the moment, as Vietnam was still in semi-lockdown. So, distractions and entertainment were hard to come by. Her situation was exacerbated as her conservative Filipino colleagues snubbed her for her quest for -- modest encounters of -- premarital sex as well as her bisexuality. Mira told me she felt a bit like in jail, with no outside friends she could visit. Day in, day out, Mira was teaching online, like everyone else; she even had some students in China but, apart from watching Netflix and going grocery shopping once a week, there were no diversions whatsoever. Even her room-slash-bedmate Carol had gone back to the ?Billy beans', as the Vietnamese pronounced Mira's home country, since Carol's father had died.
I actually had invited Mira once before to join our little orgies, as I knew she would enjoy them, sexually outgoing and swinging both ways as she was, but her courage had left her, after she initially had agreed. Not even my invitation to have her pussy massaged at Hanh's parlor got her out of the house; perhaps she was too self-conscious of her large clit and didn't feel like parading it around in front of a bunch of young Vietnamese. Or, as a modern, 21st century woman, she didn't like to be reduced to providing the primary sexual organ for Hanh to work on in the presence of curious onlookers. Anyway, her fluids had apparently fermented over the last few weeks, and so, now, she had asked me a tad sheepishly if she couldn't take part in our collective sensual adventures at the vintage hotel.
I wanted to hold on to the role-play, though, as I couldn't think of a better way to introduce Mira to the 'family' than making her Anna's tutor. I wrote the job ad above and sent it to her in an email, pretending I had seen it somewhere in town, which, of course, would be utterly preposterous. But it gave us a bit of cultural context with which we could work and within which we could unleash everything that societal norms usually require all of us to suppress. I never liked those ?Now let's sit all down to eat, and after lunch we'll fuck a bit' beginnings of orgies that Nguyet, for instance, didn't seem to have a problem with. But this week, she liked what I had thought up and told us to come over for lunch on Thursday, even though the ?kids'--Anna and Vu--would be ankara sınırsız escortlar late. Just like last week, my ?wife Yen couldn't make it, either; perhaps her real husband had late-shift at the local oil refinery, where he worked.
So, we would be only the three of us, at least initially. Mira cracked me up when she asked if she was to supposed to submit a written application. Sure, that would make a nice prop for the role-play, but I found it a little excessive, and so I told her that we would just talk about everything over lunch. Now that I thought about the scenario again, I realized that Mira and Nguyet actually knew each other, since Nguyet had been the reception lady at our private English school, while Mira had done her internship here about four years ago when she was like 20. I could still picture the cute intern in her light blouse, burgundy mini-skirt, standing with crossed legs, her little feet next to each other but on the wrong side, pressing a bunch of books against her small chest, twisting and swaying her nimble upper body as she was talking to people in the hall. That was when and why I had fallen desperately in love with her.
Since Mira didn't have a motorcycle, I picked her up two corners away from the school, so that the others wouldn't see us together. She kind of cuddled on the way and asked what we were going to do at the old, empty hotel. I described the place a bit and inquired about her menstrual cycle. Just to make sure, I also asked her once more if she really felt ready for an adventure with two or three young Vietnamese, including our former reception lady, at which point, she assured me, she was willing to do anything to escape boredom. She asked if Nguyet was the one with the hairy shins, and, for some reason, I knew we were on the right track. To get that piquant issue out of the way, I brought up her large clit just before we got to the hotel, asking if we should ?warn' the others what they would find between her labia but Mira insisted that they should rather discover it 'casually' during our sensual play.
Mira wasn't exactly dressed like she was going to a real job interview, but she was carrying a spiffy backpack, at least, which may have even had her application portfolio in it. She was wearing a pair of older tight jeans, which underscored her slim frame but also emphasized her insufficient butt, which reminded me--just like Nguyet's--of a TV set from the early 1960s: all four sides were slightly convex, bending outward, but if one looked at Mira from the side, her butt was pretty flat, unlike Thuy's, Anna's, or Hanh's. She was also sporting a light top with pale flowers, under which one could see her silver bra straps, plus a light, grey hoodie, which she hadn't zipped. I wasn't too fond of her outfit, but she probably thought that she was going to take everything off anyway. Her multiple botched attempts of dyeing her hair silver or orange didn't look too endearing, either. But, still, she had moxie and gumption as well as a fun personality, on top of her ravishing slim body. And I don't know what it was, but I found the combination of her long clit and raspy teenage boy voice utterly hot.
It was a grey day and pretty windy, but even when a gust blew her hoodie backwards, she still didn't want to close that thing, perhaps to parade her enticing young body around some more. And, yes, it was true: her breasts were flat, but even that little bit of cleavage I could see was freaking racy. When we arrived at the hotel, I asked her to push the large metal harmonica door open, so that I could drive into the lobby, and then I watched her nimble movements. And, yes, there was only Nguyet's Honda, but it was still early, and Anna and Vu had already said that they were going to be late. On the way up, Mira admitted she was a bit nervous but also horny, and I distracted her by pointing out that gorgeous old chandelier that was hanging all the way up on the 5th floor. We even kissed briefly, before we turned into the third-floor hallway, and when we got to the kitchen, Nguyet was peeling vegetables, like a maid is supposed to before lunch. When the ladies shook hands, I knew immediately they remembered and liked each other, even though they didn't say anything.
Nguyet was kinda done with the kitchen work, it seemed, and while she was washing her hands, she asked--with an official tone in her voice--if we shouldn't go upstairs for the interview. Apparently, she didn't want to wait for Anna; perhaps as--deep inside her--Nguyet knew that, as hot as she was, she couldn't fully compete with my dazzling, ravishing former student.
"Well, I think here in the kitchen would be fine..." I countered, pointing at the table.
"Well, as you know, upstairs... are beds, Mr. Garland..." Nguyet reminded me, sounding somewhat ominous.
"But Mrs. Nguyet," I tried to slow her down. "Do you want to do the practical part with Ms. Mira already before lunch? I think that could wait till after..."
I looked at Mira but wasn't able to tell if she felt queasy or if she was indeed ready to plunge into the vortex ankara suriyeli escortlar of carnal pleasures.
"Ms. Mira, I'd like to get to know you a bit better as part of the interview," Nguyet told our applicant. "And I believe we could do that better before the children are back..." she added.
Ha! The ?children': Vu was 22 and Anna 19, but, sure, in our role-play Vu was his sister's age, while she had just turned 18, which was the reason behind that sexual exploration ruse on said school trip, about which Anna still was a bit worried about.
Mira thought about the proposition but then stammered: ?W-well, it's your c-call, but I think, ultimately, M-Mr. Garland needs to decide."
That was almost Solomonian but, sure, as the roles were distributed, I was the head of the house and Nguyet's boss. And I was going to pay for the tutoring. Mira was right. They both were. So I nodded, and we took three glasses and some tea and went upstairs to the only semi-furnished room at the hotel here. I let the ladies strut in front of me to be able to look at their little butts once more and was surprised how similar they were: even though Mira was about two inches taller, seven years younger, and from another country, their little firm butts with no ounce of superfluous fat on them were almost identical. Nguyet was wearing simple clothes, appropriate for her role as house maid: a dark, knee-length skirt and a violet blouse--similar to her outfit when she still had been working at our English Center. She hadn't shaved her legs, but that didn't bother me.
I asked myself, however, how Nguyet would manage to start a rousing sensual session out of this somewhat formal situation, but I liked the idea to be alone with the two of them before lunch. We could fuck a bit, then eat lunch, and then go for seconds after the meal, after I had had time to recover. Oh, yes, Anna would be here by then. If Mira liked our little sessions here at the hotel, she could probably become a permanent member of our group, and, in the near future, we would also welcome Thanh, Thuy, and perhaps even Hanh, my blind masseuse, here. Unfortunately, we still hadn't seen the striptease that Anna and Thanh had prepared. And, yes, there was also the blindfolded ass-sniffing game that I had wanted to play for so long. Well, no one knew about that project of mine yet.
Of course, the room was still bare, as one would expect from an empty hotel. At least, we had some tables, chairs, beds and mattresses, and today, Nguyet had even gotten flowers and a table cloth. Well, I found the room ideal for our debauchery, as we didn't have to be too careful to not ruin the furniture. I found it curious, though, that there were three new used mattresses leaning against the wall. I also spotted the silly blindfold with the weird bulging eyes as well as the massage oil that Mrs. Yen had brought here a few weeks back, just like the pack of condoms. And then there still was parcel string, with which Nguyet had tied her lover Vu when she had wanted to punish him for engaging too happily and eagerly in our orgies, while she had been quarantined at home. She had me and Hoang fuck her in all kinds of positions, while Vu could only watch, as he had been tied to the metal frame of the single bed. He came twice on his naked legs but had been unaided by any tender female touches. Good times.
The beds looked like Nguyet had changed the sheets, and I felt the deepest gratitude that she took such good care of everything. Of course, that wasn't completely selfless, as she--a single nympho with pronounced exhibitionist tendencies and a fuck-buddy relationship with Vu that was on the brink of ending--must have been profoundly horny. Hoang, Thanh's boyfriend, who also partook in our orgies had the hots for her as well, but he was an electrician and plumber and right now busy renovating the local train station. Nguyet--even though she was no proper lesbian--must also have been keen on touching another woman again--something she hadn't done that for a while, as far as I knew.
As expected, Nguyet grabbed the scepter of action immediately after we had sat down upstairs. I didn't mind at all, as that gave me the opportunity to smoke and just listen in to what the two ladies were saying about their time at the school four years back. I briefly imagined Vu and Anna barging in right at that moment but wished they wouldn't, so that the three of us here were able to develop whatever dynamics unfolded naturally among us. I hadn't seen Mira's clit for months and was eager to take it in my mouth, like a bonbon. And, as hot as my chamber play with Anna last week had been: We definitely could use a break, as it had been almost too intense. Although: I was desperately longing to see those skyscraper panties again.
Well, perhaps Mira would find it disturbing if Anna requested to get banged by her dad during lunch--leaning onto the table with her upper body resting on her forearms and her tiny ass protruding in white, tight panties' whose waistband was just under her minute buttocks, pressing her divine flesh sincan türbanlı escortlar upwards, with her snatch as tight as a clam. Oh, I would get up languidly and do her the favor, pretending it was a chore.
"Well, Ms. Mira," Nguyet began the interview: "You probably want to know a bit more about what exactly to expect from the job, huh?"
Mira nodded, of course, but then asked right away why we were looking for a bisexual tutor.
"Well, you have known Mr. Garland for a while, as I'm aware. As you can imagine, he is taking the sexual training of his daughter in his own hands, of course... well, hands not so much, actually..." Nguyet laughed mock-sexually suppressed, slightly affected, and contrived.
Awesome. I loved her for that intro.
"Of course," I nodded, raising my voice a bit in exasperation. "I don't want any young scoundrels sniff Anna's panties... their crude, stupid clumsiness might spoil her for the rest of her life..."
Mira nodded again, completely sympathetic, and Nguyet added another bit of explanation: "Well, Mr. Garland and his wife agree that their daughter Anna should also garner sensual experience with women--here, in the controlled environment of the hotel... you know, nothing outrageous or super-special but tenderness with a little bit of spice, perhaps... something, she simply can't get from a man..."
Ha! Touché! 'Oh, please, had that really been necessary, Nguyet?' I thought to myself. Couldn't she, at least, have said 'from an inexperienced man'? Oh, well, I guess everything was cool, as long as it spurred our erotic ruse, and Mira inquired about her actual working conditions:
"How can I imagine that in detail?" she asked.
"Well," Nguyet began immediately, "I don't think we can plan that... just make some conversation in English with Anna to prepare her for that competition. If you hit a topic like friendship or romance, you should be open to turn the opportunity into something practical... something rousing and tender, ideally... playful... some days, her brother Vu will be here, too, but I'm already taking care of his sex education," she staked her claim.
At least, Nguyet had blushed when she had said it. Oh, yes, we were getting somewhere here. The talk was rousing and titillating, and I found it hot that Mira seemed disappointed not to be able to get her hands on Anna's brother's cock. Mira couldn't negotiate that right now during the job interview, as she knew, but I was sure that Nguyet would eventually be willing to share.
"You said 'nothing extraordinary'?!" Mira inquired, again a tad disappointed.
"Oh, if Anna requests something that you're willing to give..." Nguyet was playing the liberal: "Go ahead! I would say, as you'll be alone with Anna most of the time. If her brother, who can be a bit obnoxious, is bothering you, just take her upstairs. There's a cozy maid's chamber with a large bed in it... if you want, we can go to the 6th floor later..." Nguyet suggested.
I instantly liked that idea but wanted to wait what our Master of Ceremony would come up with next. Done smoking, I went over to the window to let in some fresh air. When I got back to the table, Nguyet requested that Mira take off her hoodie. While doing so, her modest chest pressed nicely through the fabric of her top, and I felt decidedly horny all of a sudden. Nguyet asked Mira pro forma if she wanted to eat lunch yet, but when our new tutor shook her head, Nguyet continued:
"Oh, Mr. Garland, before I forget: As you may have seen already, I had three additional mattresses put in here... you know what we talked about last week..." she added cryptically.
"The big orgy?" I inquired.
"Yeah, that too. Oh, Ms. Mira, do you know that we hold little celebrations here every other week?"
"Yes, Mr. Ben told me... sensual festivities, I presume?"
"Oh, yes, definitely..." I nodded, coming to Nguyet's defense. "We might hold them every week now, so that Anna can garner some more experience... that trip is only three weeks hence..." I reminded them.
Knowing the ladies in our gang, though, they would perhaps come up with some excuse to prolong that period, so we could have more fun as a 'family'.
"Mister Garland, could Ms. Mira join our parties, perhaps?" Nguyet asked.
"Sure. I don't see why not. Wouldn't that also be good for Anna?!" I concurred.
"But those feasts aren't all there is," Nguyet began again, turning towards me. "Sometimes, Mr. Garland has little special fantasies of his own, like the one where he wants a girl to sit over his face and piss in small increments for a few minutes, while he's licking her... that's what those additional mattresses are for..."
Jesus! Was she throwing me under the bus now?! I mean, yes, I did have that fantasy, but I would have preferred if I had been the one divulging such a debauchery to Mira. Or maybe not? Nguyet now even turned towards the new get-up, pointing at the mattresses to let the level of depravity sink in. Mira had actually pissed onto me once, but that had taken a long time to prepare and felt like quite a conquest. I had insinuated for over two months that I'd be cool with it but, of course, it required Mira to pull her pussy open and let me see the opening of her urethra. But, yes, she could pee on me any time. Considering this, the mattresses were ideal, as they would be discarded soon, anyway.