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Chapter 110 -- My Daughter wants a bit more from Life</p>
The previous week, the ladies of our orgy-circle had come up with a rousing role-play: We had pretended to be family, with Nguyet as our maid since she, age-wise, didn't fit the family structure. Mrs. Yen and yours truly were the parents, while Anna and Vu had given our children. The ladies had left me in the dark what we were going to do, though, until I had shown up at the vintage hotel that was slated for renovation, where we met every week. At the lunch table, Anna had requested some sex education, as she was going on a school trip with the other 12th-graders who expected her to, at least, blow the one young fellow who had just turned 18, like herself. But since actual sex would give her more status among her classmates, Anna had eventually asked to be banged as well. By me, her alleged dad.
Our 'son' Vu, who was having an affair with Nguyet in real life, had finally overcome his inhibitions and fucked his role-play-mother, while Nguyet and I had trained Anna over on the other bed. As a result, Anna wasn't a virgin anymore and could now look forward to that school trip much more relaxed, although she wanted to garner some more experience during the four remaining weeks. She was also worried about her ultra-slim figure, so I was going to boost her self-esteem some more. Sure, why not?! I didn't know what the girls had thought up this week, but I was glad that we weren't going to do some more mundane pelvis gymnastics but enwrapped our sensual play in a more sophisticated, albeit utterly depraved scenario. It was rumored, though, that my 'wife', Mrs. Yen, wasn't able to join us this week, so that I was going to have lunch with our 'children' and our maid.
This time, Anna had asked me to pick her up from 'school', which was the curb near her house. I was expecting to see her in her school uniform again, but perhaps her real mom and sister would have asked her what that was all about when leaving her house, especially since the uniform she had been sporting the previous week was from 9th grade. When I was approaching said corner near her house, I could already see the most beautiful girl in the world from the distance: she was wearing a stiff, relatively wide miniskirt which reminded me of a lampshade, plus a light, thin cardigan, under which she seemed to be wearing something blue. When she was swinging her glorious slim legs over the seat of my Honda, she whispered a titillating 'Hi, daddy!' in my ear. While we were driving, she added that her 'brother' would be late for lunch and that our 'maid' Nguyet was running some errands as well, so that we would be alone for a bit at the large vintage hotel.
Of course, a lunch with the whole 'family' would probably have been more amusing, but perhaps it was all a ruse and the others would come out of the woodwork one after the other. Well, if they did, they had probably prepared some sort of skit which, naturally, I couldn't ask my daughter about, as that would have ruined the allure of the whole set-up. In our role-play, our family was living at the old hotel temporarily, since we had sold our home for a great price but were still waiting for our new house to be finished. To add to the tantalizing situation, allegedly we were even sleeping in one room together, which had prompted Anna to propose that we swap beds: She wanted to cuddle with me and garner some more experience, while her brother Vu, who loved his mom, could snuggle with her, but I didn't know how our story had continued over the last week.
When we got to the old hotel, the door was closed but not locked. Anna didn't seem surprised and got off my motorcycle to push the large metal harmonica open, so that I could drive into the lobby, as it is customary in Vietnam. We pushed the door closed but left the padlock on the hook, as Vu and Nguyet were expected to arrive within the next hour. Anna extended her hand for me to grab, and then we slowly walked upstairs. I had often imagined to be alone here with only one woman and asked myself quietly what we could do. Get naked right here in the hall and walk around? Fuck somewhere upstairs, perhaps with her bent over the railing? But now that the situation had occurred, I couldn't imagine to undress her right away and then fuck just like that. Sure, that was going to happen, somehow, somewhere, here in this large, mostly empty building, but it definitely needed some sort of foreplay, I felt. As we were walking up the stairs, we smiled at each other, but neither of us made a move, not even to talk, like we were waiting for something to happen miraculously.
As I was admiring the older, large chandelier from the second floor landing for the umpteenth time, Anna said:
"Last week was completely crazy, wasn't it?!"
After I had muttered some sort of confirmation, she added:
"It was just a shame that, first, mom and then I got our periods..."
When I gave her a quizzical look, Anna explained: "Well, we did want isveçbahis yeni giriş to swap beds at night, remember? But then we couldn't... that would have been too much of a mess for Mrs. Nguyet to clean up..."
Aahh, that's why we hadn't slept together at night in our role-play. Ok, apparently, we were holding on to our narrative and would spin some more ripping yarns today. Fine. What we were doing was, admittedly, hot, even though I didn't really need the additional stimulation: Anna was arguably the most beautiful young woman in the world. She was sexy, adroit, incredibly charming, smart, and had a good heart. But if we dropped the role-play ball today, we couldn't easily pick it up again the following week. Perhaps it was just that. It looked like everyone agreed they wanted to continue our rousing charade for another month or so.
As I wasn't saying anything, Anna did:
"Well, we still heard you bang mom every night," she said with a mocking smile and giggled.
Last week, Anna had complained over lunch that my 'wife' Mrs. Yen and I were having too much sex, like every night, and that we made too much noise, which aroused our children, who were 18 and 19. As a result, both, our son and daughter--Anna here--had started masturbating profusely, which embarrassed them.
"I would do the same to you," I plowed ahead, but then she cautioned me as Mrs. Nguyet would only be upset about the blood and tissue stains on the bedsheets.
Good salacious Lord, she had quite some imagination!
"We'll put a towel underneath," I replied, undeterred, as I didn't want her to win every single battle.
We had reached the third floor and turned left into the hall to get to the kitchen, where I saw some of Nguyet's clothes on the back of a chair: there was her spiffy navy-blue knee-length skirt and some white underwear. On the table, she had placed a cake with a hand-written note. Anna put her backpack onto another chair and then read that little message.
"Oh, Mrs. Nguyet doesn't know when she'll be able to fix lunch for us today. She's suggesting we eat the cake and wait for her to return. She'll cook as soon as she's back..."
That was fine with me: I guess we could sit here and eat cake, first, and so I didn't even sit down but put the kettle on to make coffee. Since we had all the time in the world, I carefully packed two aluminum filters with ground coffee. Listening to the humming of the kettle, I watched Anna take off her cardigan and saw her gorgeous blue top with spaghetti straps, which left her bellybutton exposed. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra, as I could see her nipples protruding. Apparently, we were in for another beguiling hour, perhaps right here in the kitchen.
"Do you go to school without a bra, nowadays?" I asking with a mocking tone in my voice.
"Oh, pops, we were only meeting for an hour to talk about that school trip," she added like that one hour couldn't possibly be enough time for her classmates to detect her secondary sexual characteristics. "And I was wearing the cardigan for the whole time," she defended herself once more.
"I see. I thought you might have worked on your street cred some more," I laughed smugly.
"No, but speaking of: I gotta ask you something..." she replied.
"Yes, sure, but hang on: Is this your underwear here on the chair or mom's?"
"No, that Mrs. Nguyet's... don't you see that?" she asked incredulously.
"No, I'm not familiar with hers..." I lied.
"But you are familiar with mom's and mine..." Anna countered.
"Touché!"
Awesome, the way she had said everything with slightly disgusted and mocking notes in her voice, like a bright teenager who's impatient with their aging, out-of-touch parent.
"Well, since we're alone: can you give me some more hints for the school trip? You know, I gotta blow that guy or even let him fuck me..."
On said trip, Anna was supposed to relinquish herself to the one guy whose birthday it had been a week before hers. Purportedly, that was some sort of tradition at their school. As the kettle had switched itself off in the meantime, I postponed my answer and took care of the coffee, first, before I finally sat down.
"Well, what do you wanna know? Or what are you afraid of?" I encouraged her to move the conversation along, knowing that this wasn't about spreading practical knowledge but help her deal with perceived imperfections in her real life.
Or just to propel our own level of arousal there and then upward.
"Well, I'm not really afraid of that one night with that guy," she began kinda languidly. "What I don't like, though, is that I seem to be supposed to just let that happen to me... like I need to stay passive for the whole ordeal... which I find lame and boring, to be honest..."
"Well, do you really HAVE TO?" I asked with emphasis. "What happens if you say 'no'?"
"Well, dad, then my street cred, as you keep putting it, will plummet... they all will make fun isveçbahis giriş of me for the rest of my life, just because I was too much of a coward to have sex at 18..."
"Yeah, ok, obviously, you don't want that. But sex is too exciting and too beautiful to just endure it," I replied and took a piece of cake, which looked kinda enticing.
Anna leaned forward now and took the lid off her coffee filter, turned it over and put in on the table, before she placed the filter onto it. I did the same, happy that I had been able to see her tiny titties when she had bent forward. I lit a ciggie and felt my cock twitch, which didn't often happen at my age. But Anna was so beguilingly beautiful and elegant: she had her hair parted in the middle, but just 'kind of': it also looked wild, and yet also almost coiffed. Her bangs had gotten longer again and were touching her cheeks next to her mouth. Together with Nguyet, she had the most beautiful lips, while Anna's teeth were better: not perfect, but just perfectly arranged and of natural, light, ivory color.
When she had leaned against the back of her chair again, I saw that her lampshade miniskirt seemed to be hovering above her thighs, like it was electrostatically charged. Well, now that I thought about it, the whole kitchen felt that way. I glanced at Nguyet's underwear once more and wondered how it had ended up here and if she had worn it already. I realized how fast my heart was racing and tapped the ash of my cigarette into the wet, ground coffee in the filter. I took a long drag, before I decided to move the convo along:
"So, just lying down and spreading your legs doesn't seem to be an option... As you would only implement someone else's plan, someone else's their imagination?"
"Yeah, that's probably it. See, and that's not good enough..." she said with passion, after thinking about the issue for another minute.
"How many are you, actually, on that trip?" I inquired to get to flash out the scenario more.
"Fourteen... and the two teachers."
"Fifty-fifty?"
"Eight boys and six girls."
"Okay, and how can I imagine the whole thing?"
"Well, a week before me, Hung turned 18, and so I am supposed to make him a rather personal present I guess... I'll give him a blowjob. I really have to..."
"Will he lick you in exchange, at least? I mean, it was your birthday, too... or what do you get?"
"They seem to think that giving a blowjob is like a gift for me, as I could also let the whole thing escalade into a proper fuck... but I don't think anyone is planning to do anything special for me..."
In alignment with the mores of our day, I could have complained about the sexism in this arrangement, but didn't. Instead, I asked if I knew Hung and if that young fellow had any experience.
"I think you met him once, but you may not remember him... that was in a big group... actually, I don't mind blowing him... or let him do me..." she replied a tad too nonchalantly.
"Well, at least, but is still doesn't sound exciting..." I contended. "And, I agree: it doesn't seem enough."
"Of course not. It isn't."
"Let's forget Hung for a moment: do you perhaps have a crush on any of those young guys?" I inquired.
My daughter only shook her head. I asked he if she wanted another coffee, before I went to the bathroom, as we had to wait for the water to boil anyway. For some reason, Anna had proposed to go upstairs to the small maid's chamber where there was a large, cozy bed, but I wanted to stay here in the kitchen. I saw more rousing, ribald talk on the horizon, and I liked the cake. I also found it utterly enticing to be able to look at her with impunity: her blue top, her slim belly, nipples, legs and skirt, between and under which was one of the most tantalizing young snatches I knew.
"Let's get back to you and Hung: would you have your own room on that trip, at least?" I asked when I was back from the bathroom.
"No, we will all be together in a dorm-style room, I think. Perhaps there will be one for the boys and one for the girls, but I would have to blow him in front of the others, I think..."
I fixed our second coffees and, after I sat back down, took another long drag of my cigarette but then digressed and paid her a compliment:
"By the way, you look absolutely marvelous, Anna. Is that skirt new?"
"Yeah, I bought it when I went shopping with mom a week ago... I also got new panties," she giggled and blushed.
Aahh, finally, we were gathering steam. I kind of expected her to show off her new underwear right then, but she seemed to think there was a better moment coming. I loved how she wasn't making any plump, clumsy moves to seduce her 'dad' but gave the erotic tension time to develop. And tantalizing our game was: of course, she would lift her skirt at some point or even take it off, but not yet. I looked again at Nguyet's underwear here next to me, asking myself where the others were. Well, technically, I didn't isveçbahis güvenilirmi need them at the moment, I realized. And neither did Anna.
"Well, if you don't just want to blow Hung, ask him if you couldn't sit on his face while you're working his cock..." I turned up the volume on the arousal spiral. "Do you think you could do that, perhaps after we practice a bit?"
Evading an answer, she replied: "But then I would have to undress, wouldn't I?"
"Not necessarily. You could leave your top and your skirt on if you wanted..."
My cock had grown stiff in my pants over the last quarter of an hour, but I wasn't sure if she had seen it yet.
"If Hung licks you while you're blowing him, you'd get more out of the whole deal... I don't know, though, if he'd agree. If he declines, you end up in an awkward stalemate. But, looking at you, I'm sure pretty much any guy would do pretty much anything for you..." I declared to take her worries away.
I had almost tossed 'even your brother' into the mix, but didn't. Anna pretended not to have heard the compliment, though, and just continued:
"Yeah, perhaps we should try this sitting-on-someone's-face-while-blowing once..." before she changed the topic again and expressed uncertainty about her 85-pound frame: "But then, Dad, I'm so skinny..."
It was true that Anna had an astoundingly slim and slender figure. And yet, she wasn't lank or skinny. I guess 'wispy' could be the word to describe her tender, graceful, ephemeral body.
"Do you think the others will laugh at me? Dad, just look at my legs!" she requested, while she was pulling up her white lampshade miniskirt.
"Wow! Oh, no! Please don't think that there's anything wrong with you, Anna. Well, you could eat some more cake, I guess..." I urged, handed her a piece, and then lauded her fine, sexy figure once more.
The faint blood vessels under her light skin looked absolutely tantalizing. Bringing up the cake was, in some way, in line with her worries and definitely not romantic, but I had never gotten the impression that she was worried about her looks in real life. The more we talked, the more I felt we were sitting here like in a duel, just trying to escalade each other's level of arousal. This wasn't a therapy session, so the content of what we said didn't matter all that much. And she wasn't going anywhere in three weeks; neither was she in 12th grade but her second year in college. Well, yes, in the end she may have been working through some issues she had in the past. Everyone knew that kids and teens could be honestly brutal and mean, and, yes, only very few women were happy with a tiny bosom, even though I was a great fan of hers.
The way we were seated, she seemed to be soaking up the sun and refueling her self-confidence, though. I took another piece of cake, as I had to bite into something, but it was too early for her legs or ass. Our knees were almost touching now, as we both had surreptitiously slid forward. When she pulled her skirt towards her belly, lighting hit me: her panties were absolutely mesmerizing. I took another sip of coffee and another bite off my piece of cake. Her underwear was of a darker mauve or pink, kind of see-through for the most part, with thick, soft, black, velvety seams. Above her legs, the skyline of a city was growing, but in the middle, I could see her frizzy, tousled pubic hair under the fabric. Framed by those two American cityscapes, her bush looked absolutely beguiling, like a small mammal, and offered a splendid contrast to her light parchment skin.
Suddenly, she got up and took off her skirt, which prompted me to match her step by relieving myself of my pants. She looked surprised but didn't say anything. After she had sat down again, Anna opened her legs perhaps by 45 degrees. Or a tad more. Anyway, as her panties were tight, I could sense her cleft at the bottom in the middle, but it didn't look like she was already wet. Her hipbones protruded slightly under the fairly thick hem of her panties, yet, still, I wouldn't have described her as 'skinny', as that implied a lack. But Anna wasn't lacking anything: she ate quite a bit, had a lot of energy, was full of life, and healthy. And even a small bosom was one.
If I wasn't completely mistaken, her nipples had grown in the meantime. They were two-thirds of an inch long and stiff, but on the whole she was still sitting there super-relaxed, like nothing special was going on. There was no ugly, insane horniness in her eyes, rather cheerful expectation of what was about to come. I was glad that our father-daughter play had retreated into the background, as we didn't need it for our stimulation. Across from me was just the single most beautiful young woman I had ever met--my former student Lam. I had never dared to dream that she would ever entice me in such an utterly stirring fashion. Her panties were the bees' knees. Although: No, that was her flattened dark bush underneath.
"Did mom pick these panties or you?" I ask innocuously.
I liked the way that had rolled off my tongue, though.
"No, but she was the one who spotted them in the store and showed them to me. Mom giggled, which she rarely does, as you know, but found them too daring in the end... but I liked the color," Anna added.