Magic King Lulu Pretel and Jose Adiction)

Magic King Lulu Pretel and Jose Adiction)
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I guess unconsciously I had been expecting it, so I wasn't startled when I became aware of another body spooning mine, firm breasts digging into my back, legs curling over mine, and an arm snaking under my neck to insinuate itself on my chest up against Ping's back.

Liem kissed the back of my neck under my hair, and murmured "I was cold and lonely&hellip." "Ok, Liem, good night." 'Nothing cold about this bed' was my last thought as I again went to sleep. Saturday morning; I woke, feeling two slumbering bodies entangled with mine, and a rigid penis somewhere in there also: 'not now' I told myself and, as gently as possible, disengaged myself and slid up the bed until I could hunch up enough to slip out the side. I showered in their bathroom; distant enough for any noise to let the girls sleep on, a holiday from work for Liem and me, and no Uni for Ping, so nothing better than letting them wake of their own volition.

When I returned to my room, I noted Liem had moved closer and was cuddling the ten years younger Ping kissing cousins I thought, smiling to myself. Throwing on shorts, and back in their room, I checked the menu, and ordered a light breakfast and coffee for myself, but asked they deliver it to me in the connecting suite, not mine, as& what, I quickly tried to think& I had swapped rooms with my associates last night. Pretty lame excuse, but enough to deflect some attention; a big tip would do the rest.

Along with the waiter and my tray, Tuan arrived, smiling a 'good morning, sir'; I had closed the connecting door previously, and now signed the bill, noting it was for my room number, and tipped the waiter out, when I noticed Tuan had re-opened the door and was peering in at her two cousins asleep and cuddling in the other bed. She turned to face me, but I carried my plate and coffee out to the balcony table and sat there.

"What did you do to my cousins, Mr. Steve?" Tuan asked smiling. I held up my hands in innocence; "Nothing, Tuan, promise: I was asleep in my room and Ping came in wanted to sleep; and after Liem came and said she was cold that's it; we all slept." "Why didn't you invite me?" Tuan asked.

I smiled, "The hotel needs to get bigger beds for four people, Tuan!" I looked out at the light; it was the perfect time of day for soft photos.

"What time is it, Tuan?" She said "Only 06.30, why?" Goodness, I thought, no wonder the girls are still sleeping! I looked at the light, and then at Tuan, "Do you have ten minutes Tuan? The light is just right for me to take some photos of you here, now; would that be ok?" "I guess so, yes; I really don't start work until 7a.m; what do you want?" "Wait here" I ordered her, while creeping into my own room and taking my camera from the bag: the girls still well asleep.

Returning to the balcony, eating the last spoonful of my omelette, and swallowing some more coffee, I took the tray inside, and then re-arranged the table and chairs on the balcony, noting the position of the sun around the corner from this room, and ready; "Tuan, you need imagine this is a photo-session for a fashion magazine, or even that Fashion show on the TV channel; you think about that, and do whatever you picture in your mind; let your body move as it wants, your thoughts take you where you want to go, where you want to be.

I will take the photos; you just forget I am even here: they will be your feelings and your imagination, so whatever you think and feel, that's what I will try and capture." It was only one minute later before I realized I had unleashed a real fashion model; Tuan was almost hypnotized in her bearing and her austere looks just like a catwalk-model whose job is to not focus attention on herself, but the commodity she is trying to sell: Tuan was a natural, right here, working in a hotel in a small up-country city.

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I clicked and moved around her, my Nikon so perfect for close waist to head shots, or full- length verticals from a corner of the balcony with Tuan the other side. She preened herself, flared her hair out, arched so her breasts pushed out, then tantalizing as she unbuttoned her uniform one button by one, changing poses, expressions, stance becoming more provocative with a hand sliding the dress material higher up her thigh, sideways to hold it against her hip, just a large hint of the hidden world underneath, while using her other hand to probe inside the opened bodice, and her mouth to portray a woman in orgasm at her own touch on her breasts and nipples.

My camera beeped end of film, thirty six frames shot; I was, god I was - in a daze; I put my camera down carefully on the table, grabbed Tuan's hand and pulled her against me, my mouth lunging for hers to delve my tongue straight down, trying to reach her cunt down her throat, my left hand groping for her breasts, frantically unbuttoning the few remaining on her dress and grasping under her bra. If ever a woman had the means to excite men, Tuan was that Woman.

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Her mouth sucked my tongue in, her hands grabbed my shorts and yanked them down, letting me tangle them around my feet while she grabbed for a prick raging out in front.

She let me go for a moment, and turned around and laid herself up against the closed glass door, scrabbling her dress up above her waist and sticking a so-beautiful panty-clad pair of buttocks straight out at me.

I couldn't resist; the panties went! I spread her legs and it happened; she was so wet, and I was so hard, the joining was an instant meshing of bodies against a pane-glass door, and it could not have taken more than 5s for Tuan to scream out another climax, and perhaps only 10s for me to bury myself and hold myself against Tuan, pushing her flat against the door and bursting with an orgasm of juices of my own inside her.

Heavens above, the Rain was torrential, and the spray was inside Tuan's womb, as I fell against her and licked and sucked and kissed her back and neck, the sweat and salt feeding me so I grunted some more and surged inside her, her hands reaching to hold my buttocks against her, clenching hands pulling me in her until I gasped and spilled the last drops out.

"Wow, that was amazing!" said a voice, and another "Tuan, you have worn him out before we even woke up! But you sure woke us up with all that noise!" Tuan and I both looked through the misted, wet glass to see Liem and Ping sitting on the bed staring straight at us.

I eased out from behind, but deliberately reached my hands to her breasts, caressed them delicately, then began buttoning the bodice of her dress in full view of the other two, letting them, and Tuan, know that yes, it had been an incredible photo-session and aftermath, and I bent and kissed her neck to let Tuan know it again.

She shivered, and raised her neck, brushing her own hair back and away, and inviting me to feast like a vampire on her neck more, but I nibbled her earlobe, and kissed her cheek as I finished with her buttons and cupped her breasts from outside, and hugged her back to me.

"That was beautiful, Tuan." "Yes, it was, Sir; god, it was! Can I use your bathroom quickly Sir, before I go to work?" She scampered away, kissing both Liem and Ping on the cheek as she passed the bed, then began undressing even as she entered the bathroom, no doubt for a shower. "Good morning girls; hungry are you the menu is over there; but I have eaten so I will just have a beer after I shower; starting to get hot already!" I jumped into the bathroom, surprising all three women; but I put my fingers to my lips, and shushed Tuan who was not yet finished, smiling as I leaned back against the door and began moaning, looking at her body made it easy, even as I pushed my rear against the door making noises as it moved on its hinges and bucked against the door lock.

Tuan giggled as I groaned even more, pushed one last time to hold the door firmly, and moaned "oh, oh…ah!" Tuan finished now, dried herself as I undressed, and we kissed passionately, which could have led to real groaning and moaning, but she dressed, kissed me with a big smile as I turned on the water, and she exited. I was only able to hear "What were you doing&hellip." Before Tuan closed the door, and I laughed quietly to myself as I washed.

Five minutes later, I was finished and opened the door; Tuan had gone to start work, and the girls were chatting in the other room, so I crossed through the connecting doors, given that my bag and clothes were there also.

Liem and Ping stopped talking, looked at me as I selected a shirt, shorts and underpants from my bag; they remained silent as I unwrapped my towel and pulled on my briefs, making an exaggerated groan of discomfort as I pulled them over my dick.

"Had an enjoyable morning Mr. Steve so far?" asked Ping. "Yes, Ping, I am sure I have some great photos already! Just a little tired; did you order breakfast?" looking from one to the other.

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Before answering, a knock came at the door of their room, so they both ran back in and opened the door for the waiter. I could see him, and he seemed rather confused as he had delivered my breakfast to the same room earlier, and now it was two nubile, towel-clad women facing him. He placed the tray on the table, said he would be back with an extra pot of coffee in a moment, and left with a backward and long perhaps longing - look.

I stood on the balcony where the girls chose to eat their breakfasts, and drank my coffee after the waiter had returned, tipping him and ushering him out again. Liem and Ping began laughing, Liem spluttering "well, at least Tuan is our cousin!" I laughed then also, told them to eat and get ready to go, while I changed the film in my camera and snapped a couple of them sitting there, just to start things off for the day.

They finished eating and Liem went to shower first in her room, while Ping asked to use mine to save time. I sat with my coffee, until I heard Ping ask from behind me, "Mr. Steve will this look nice for a photo?" I turned to find Ping sideways against the glass door frame, her arms stretched above her head, one breast either side, and a long leg curling the frame below: she was naked. It was an erotic sight, but I would be thrown in jail if anyone ever caught her like this, or a photo of her like this!

"Ping, do you want me to go to jail?


You are a beautiful sight, but here, in this country, I can't and you know that. Let me fix it, and I will photo you, OK?" She pouted as I gently moved her breast from the outside of the door to join the other one inside; I turned her face away enough so she couldn't be recognized, stepped back to survey, and then moved the sliding door so that the two frames were hiding almost hiding her boobs, at least enough so they were less distinct.

I stepped back again, adjusted her hair slightly away from her face so that it allowed Ping's ear and cheek and nose and eye to be in the frame, and her hair streaming down her gorgeous back as she stretched her chin up the frame.

Then I lifted her outside leg raised in the air; I looked through my Nikon at her, vertical frame capturing it all from raised leg upwards, beautifully crafted buttock and hip and on upwards; no-one would recognize her, but to my amateurish eye, it looked poetic and erotic, sensual, and I focused and pressed the shutter, and again as I made sure. I was pleased with it as a photographer, and aroused with it as a man; this is going to be a difficult weekend if this is as far as we get, here in the hotel room!

I kissed Ping, and shooed her away to get dressed; "Let's go sight-seeing" I said, and sat to calm down. Liem came through, dressed in a t-shirt and short denim skirt, and I picked up my camera&hellip."Not here" I said, "Let's go and find some countryside." The driver was waiting, so as it was home territory for Liem, I sat her in front to give directions, Ping and I in the rear; Ping dressed as a twin to Liem.

We drove around and through the centre; it wasn't a large city, small in fact, so Liem had soon stopped us at the few memorials and historical places, where I photographed the girls striking tourist poses. Then she directed us out to a craft village, famous for its embroidery and natural dye-making colours on beautiful woven materials. I bought some, as expected, but also because they were wonderful presents to give to my mother-in-law and even my own mother next time I might get to Australia, or she over here; and even bought something for Liem, Ping, and Tuan as per normal, Liem and Tuan living right near here had no such items in their own homes: it's what we all do: ignore that which is closest to us.

I finished a film between the workers, the materials, the village itself - and the girls playing 'Hollywood' at every available opportunity. But they were fun, so it was a happy hour or so we spent there. With the film finished, and the sun climbing, it was time for refreshments, so we sat or lay in hammocks under shady trees and had a drink, and the girls ate a fruit platter between themselves and the driver.

Liem pondered for a time, then suggested nearby hills where there was a nice Temple, but we needed to buy some material for us all, as the girls' skirts, and my shorts, were not suitable attire. Had Liem mentioned a Temple to me, I would have worn jeans, being well familiar with propriety, but no matter, we bought some beautifully multi-hued silk material which would be fine as both sarongs and, to my eye, wonderful for some photos later.

It wasn't far to drive, Liem directing, while Ping decided to play games in the back seat with my legs, until I had to hold her hands away. When we arrived, I took some photos of the Temple and surroundings, and then left my camera with the driver who preferred to remain with the car, while the three of us removed our shoes, entered and made merit within. It was cool and serene, and I sat for some minutes, asking only for good feelings to flow out from the Buddha to my extended families, friends, and even enemies.

I always felt so calm after even a few short minutes within a Temple; today was no different. It was time for more refreshments, for me at least, though a full meal is what the girls decided, so we headed for a national park which Liem said had a pretty lakeside restaurant. It was only a short distance, and we pulled in to park in the shade. I took a photo of the girls and driver beside the car, with sparkling blue water as the background, and we went inside for drinks; we were a little early perhaps, thus the only customers.

There was a pier stretching out into the lake perhaps 20m, so I marched the girls to the end, where a thatched-roofed shelter with bench seats provided shaded light for more photos of the two of them posing. I refused to 'click' if they held up two fingers like a 'v', as Asians so often do for photos, so they resorted to lounging back on the bench, raising their legs high and spread out in the air - open in a 'v' sign; I did shoot that view, from several positions: how could I not; long, sleek, brown, smooth legs stretched out.

I had a quick scan and couldn't spot anyone spying, so I told them to put their legs down while I arranged the pose: I had Liem, on Ping's right, use her right hand to support herself under her right buttock, and this slightly turned her towards Ping. The opposite setup for Ping, so they were turned obliquely towards each other; their inside hands I discreetly placed over the other's crotch, then had them raise their legs open, but their inside ones crossed over each other; I clicked several, standing up, down at crotch-level, up-close and full framed, until they stopped smiling and lowered their tired legs, and rubbed their backs, sore from the hard bench.

I fiddled with my camera facing away from them, to allow my cock to subside in my pants gosh, being a photographer such as this would be a difficult job, was a difficult job. At least, for me with Liem and Ping, and Tuan, it was proving problematic for my self-control.

We headed back to order and relax, the girls asking if the view had been worth it; I smiled and nodded, and they asked how I had water on my pants when we hadn't been near the water; I glanced down to find a wet spot clearly evident on my shorts: yes, this was a difficult assignment. It was a Saturday, and now more people were arriving for lunch overlooking the lake.

Quite a few were eying our table I noticed, but not with hostility toward a foreigner with two beautiful, younger ladies more, it appeared with interest, perhaps admiration or even 'lucky you' looks towards me from some males. They soon returned to their own matters, while we ordered seafood and other dishes, and more cold beer.

The driver, Long, had eaten while we were taking photos and he left with a bottle of water to have a sleep in the car. I ate my fill, and swiveled away from the table a little to enjoy a cigarette with my beer, leaving the girls to demolish enough food for four or six people I thought. It was slightly dark, but I changed settings and managed some candid shots of both: mouths full, spoons raised, laughing, and even serious; no posed shots at all, just the natural-look I always tried for.

I was well-satisfied, though the girls complained 'not ready!' We sat and relaxed and ate and drank for perhaps two more hours; I had been thinking of hiring a boat to go out on the lake for a tour, but it was now the hottest part of the day, and truly all three of us were thinking more of an afternoon nap, somewhere cool preferably. Liem said, drowsily "There is a nice drive around the lake, on the way back to the hotel, and then we can have an afternoon rest; I told Tuan she could join us for dinner, ok." Ping and I agreed, so we paid and piled in to the car; Long said he knew the way, so Liem pushed Ping into the front seat, and immediately laid herself down across my lap in the back.

I laid my head back for a few minutes, until I needed luckily get out of the car when Long stopped at a scenic spot. 'Luckily', because Liem had been snaking a hand up my pants leg. I took a photo, but told Long the light was too bright, so just to head for the hotel and he could have the rest of the day off.

I re-aligned myself in the seat, giving Liem more room to lie down and sleep, and Ping had put her seat's backrest down to do the same, so all was quiet as Long drove and I just watched the view. At the hotel, the girls woke, we collected our keys and all were happy to trudge into our rooms and collapse; I didn't object when Liem knocked to open the connecting doors, but hoped we were all sleeping that's what I did, after closing the curtains and turning the a/c up; Liem was first this time to creep in, and cuddle me, but she was tired also, so we slept, even with her hand around me and holding my cock gently.

Luckily again this hotel had queen-size beds, so when Ping came and spooned her buttocks into my groin (and Liem's hand) there was enough room. Ping reached back and took my hand across her chest to cup her left breast, my arm pressing across her right one, and then, perhaps only then, we all slept soundly. It was twilight, getting dark, when I woke; I lay as we were, but felt my cock against Ping, Liem's hand gone, and that was enough: it began responding, and the more I tried to think 'no, no' the more it pushed against her.

Ping, in turn, opened her thighs, and my cock jumped at that and lay along her slit, pulsing. I had no doubt she was asleep, but her breast sighed under my hand, and her nipple grew, and my cock throbbed against her. She opened herself to me, and I slid inside with difficulty, dry for a moment, but soon wet with juices she was exuding, and I pushed inside.

It was a long, very, very slow making of love, and while I held her breast tightly and kept her in this same position, I slid in and out until she groaned and shoved back against me, a rather silent orgasm, but I hoped a 'nice' one for Ping, as indeed the feeling was nice for me; I had no need to finish myself; it was just beautiful to feel the effect on Ping. I let her calm, slowly eased myself out, my arms up, and slid up the bed to again leave them sleeping, while I went to shower and order coffee for the 'other' room this time.

What a 'nice' day it had been. Along with my pot of coffee, arrived Tuan; she looked around as the waiter departed, then walked through the connecting door to peer at her cousins. "What have you done with them this time, Mr. Steve?" I held up my hands innocently again, "They can't seem to decide where to sleep, Tuan, or maybe they walk in their sleep." She didn't appear very convinced but said she stopped by to ask about dinner; she was off duty now and going home to shower and change, and would come back to join us afterwards.

I told her to go and stir the girls awake so they too could shower and get ready, while I relaxed with my coffee on the balcony. Tuan went to them and I could hear surprised voices, then laughter and all talking at once. They swapped again, this time Liem came to use the bathroom in the room I was, smiling wickedly as if she knew I had woken and given Ping nice gentle sex earlier.

I realized only Liem had yet to couple with me this weekend so far; share and share alike I suppose was the answer. Ping came through the door wrapped in a towel as I exchanged an empty coffee cup for a can of beer; Liem had also finished her shower and was wrapped the same.

I took my beer and went to the other room, my room this was confusing, but my clothes were here and the girls in there! We could have saved and booked one room, but that was hardly acceptable to the social view of police here. I dressed and sat with my beer on my own balcony, smoking.

The girls both appeared at the balcony doors, and my first thought was for my camera, for these visions! But it was too dark, and I don't like flash photography wishing it was the morning or earlier in the evening, so the light would be soft and perfect. I had to settle for a few shots then and there using the lights in the room as best as possible.

Tuan arrived then, so I took a few more group shots, given there were now three versions of the same loveliness in front of me. They all must have discussed it before, and wore virtually identical outfits: their short, denim skirts, high shoes so their equally slim legs looked even longer than they really are; different coloured but matching button-up silky blouses, opened enough to show ample cleavage, and with elastic at the bottom to accentuate both their waists and their breasts above: Ping's ample, Liem's smaller, and Tuan's, as young as Ping's in age, but smoothly moulded and nice within my hands I knew.


With natural black hair loose and falling down their backs, and with make-up lightly applied, they were truly beautiful and a delight to behold, and hold as I gave each of them a light peck on their cheeks, careful of their make-up. I stood there, admiring them all, "I am too old to be taking three young, beautiful women out to dinner; you should all have young boyfriends or husbands even." "Something shows us you are not such an 'old man'" said Liem stepping close to me and placing her hand on the unmistakeable bulge which had been in my pants since I took their photos; "Besides, Ping said Yen is younger than all of us, yet she also doesn't consider you an 'old man'.

Let's go to dinner, shall we." She took my arm and we gathered money and keys and purses, and headed out. Liem said she had a restaurant booked, not so far, and if I allowed and the driver wanted to go, we could easily get a taxi or cyclo home after.

We took the car, but I pushed the girls into the back and rode up front, and the driver readily accepted to go back to the hotel after no doubt, he would have somewhere to go after parking the car for the night; fine by me.

It was only a few minutes by car, and I wondered why we didn't walk there in fact; of course, women's shoes are slightly more problematic on such pavements, but it was truly only a short way. We entered the cozy, open-air restaurant, and were shown to our table in the far corner, the chairs arranged, not 2-by-2 on either side, but four chairs around four sides.

My beer appeared quickly, but all three ladies ordered only a juice, as we settled and I let them discuss the menu options and place the orders. I sat back, just watching them, looking at how beautiful and dazzling they were. At times, one or another peeked up at me and smiled, usually seductively, and I couldn't help but offer a big smile of my own. I tried to concentrate on my beer, but a hand on my left leg, Liem's, showed me this evening was to be no easier than any other one with them.

I dropped my lighter under the table and bent down to scrabble around for it; couldn't feel it so I ducked my head under and was momentarily facing to the right, towards Ping's legs, and they opened for a clear view straight to her bare pussy! Even in the semi-darkness here under the table, I could easily see glistening lips almost winking at me; then she raised one leg a little as I quickly averted my eyes, and saw my lighter had been hidden under her shoe: the minx!

Before I raised my head, I looked straight ahead, only to be presented with the exact same sight of Tuan directly opposite me, legs also opened for my viewing. I cracked my head on the table getting out of there, and rose with a flushed face I could feel it and smiling looks from two girls greeting me. "Did you find it ok?" Liem asked, "Took you long enough!" Rubbing my head, I answered "Well, all those beautiful legs under the table made me forget what I was searching for, but I finally spotted it.

You girls shouldn't go waving them at me like that a man could have a heart attack being so surprised!" Ping and Tuan giggled, and Liem smiled, not knowing the joke; 'was Liem similarly sporting an uncovered, juicy pussy under her skirt also' I wondered. My cock throbbed, and I reached for my beer, leaning towards Liem for the ice on the small side table near us; her hand patted over my groin, feeling the lump; "You look all hot, Mr.

Steve; here, I'll take care of that." Oh heavens, what was she going to do now I panicked - but thankfully she took my glass from my hand and replenished the ice and poured beer in, handing it back with an understanding look.

Our dishes began appearing and the girls took their minds off distressing me for their own amusement and ate with gusto, while I picked my fill, and drank some more. When everyone was full, the girls ordered 'just a little more', followed by fruit. Ping and Tuan, the youngsters, discussed going to a disco for a while after dinner, but I declined that idea and Liem said she would go back with me to the hotel.

I decided to phone Long; he had eaten but wasn't occupied with anything, so I asked if he would mind coming to collect the girls in the car after a while, and both chauffeur and chaperone them, then deliver them safely to the hotel. He was fine with the idea, so we agreed. Liem went off to the toilet, and I took that opportunity to say "Ah, girls, it might be a good idea to be fully dressed for the disco understand?" In answer, both girls reached into their skirt back pockets and twirled some material in their hands, both leaning towards me with their panties.

I blushed and looked to see who else was watching the show, but it appeared only I. Ping said sweetly "These only come off for you, Mr. Steve." Then they both left for the rest-room as Liem returned; she had brushed her hair and applied a little lip gloss, and we sat comfortably; I asked if she was sure she wouldn't go to the disco also, that while I love music, I didn't want to feel like a 'dirty old man' with such young woman in tow, maybe upset some locals, and also that I couldn't trust Ping and Tuan not to gently but deliberately make me embarrassed by doing something outrageous to me!

Liem laughed, agreed she understood, and no, she wanted a quiet evening; just being with me would be perfect, especially since I would be going home tomorrow. Ping and Tuan returned, looking immaculate and ravishing as they walked towards the table, 'strutting their stuff' came to mind. They sat and sipped their drinks until Long arrived, and I pushed him to have one glass of beer with us; he agreed reluctantly but would only sit at an adjoining corner chair to me.

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I cautioned the girls to be careful, and Tuan to take care of Ping as this is Tuan's hometown, and told Long he was to take care of both of them, like they are my daughters and his nieces. I knew I could rely on him if only because he wanted to keep his job! I gave him enough money I thought would cover any expenses, and the three of them rose; the girls thanked me and, saying they wouldn't be late, swayed their rears away from us with a backward blown kiss towards us.

Liem and I laughed. We settled the bill and decided we would walk home, this time Liem tripping on a raise pavement slab, so naturally I asked if she was drunk!

She laughed, remembering when I had done the same last trip, so she took her shoes off, dirty but she didn't mind except it dropped her height 5cm to the petite size she truly was; I linked my arm with hers and we walked. At the room door, I shrugged off my shoes, and picked her up in my arms, Liem shrieking, and carried her to the bathroom; "wash your feet, so Tuan doesn't complain how dirty the floor is!" She laughed, handed me her handbag and watch, took out her ear-rings to give to me also, then proceeded to strip.

I waited a few moments for her to hand me her clothes, and sure enough, there were no panties following her skirt. I rolled my eyes; Liem said "Ping told us how much fun it was when she did, after Yen had told her, so we all decided to surprise you, Mr. Steve." I left her to shower, folder her clothes and laid them on a chair, then crossed to my room and showered myself, emerging before Liem and putting on my shorts, sat on the bed and turned the football on TV.

Liem came out wrapped in her new, thin material sarong, breasts strong and upright under, and thighs enticingly bare to my eyes. She crossed to the fridge, bending to reach for one of my beers and water bottle for herself, flagrantly exposing her upper thighs, buttocks and more to me. I thanked her hoarsely as she stood in front and handed the beer to me, leaning down to kiss me.

She said "You watch the football and I'll massage your back" as she drank some water, placed the bottle on the table and climbed on the bed behind me, settling on her knees and placing her hands on my shoulders; I shivered at her touch, and she laughed, digging her fingers a little stronger, showing who was in control.

I opened and drank some beer, and tried to concentrate on the football, difficult as that was, but it was a good game. Ten minutes later came half-time, and my shoulders and arms were all tingly and I shivered every time she lightly ran her hands or fingertips down my back; it wasn't a massage, it was a seduction but I wasn't ready to surrender just yet.


I stood and went out to the balcony, keeping my extended front hidden from her, and had a cigarette while I finished my can. Then I went to the bathroom, swilled some Listerine, and announced I would massage her for a while, but would watch the football over her shoulder.

She smiled, and moved herself to sit on the edge of the bed while I moved up behind her, keeping my body away from hers, only my hands reaching for her shoulders. Liem removed her sarong, "This better" she asked; in answer I stroked from her shoulders to her buttocks, and she sighed "Yes, it is." I lightly brushed my lips on her shoulder and neck, then straightened and concentrated on using my hands to knead her flesh and muscles; she had no fatty tissue, not anywhere.

I enjoy massaging so as the football re-started, I squirmed back on the bed, and made Liem lay down length-wise on the bed, face down, where I was able to work from top to bottom, and to her ankles, even her feet - as a sign of the closeness between us.

She stretched her arms up and rested her head on them, the sides of her breasts squashing down on the bed. Then I knelt between her legs, which I spread, and went back to work - after jumping up for another can of beer quickly and taking a swallow. I settled back in, ignoring the rear view of puffy lips poking out from under her, admired the total view of her rear, and watched the football as I massaged.

She groaned, but not in pain it seemed as she made no protests. Perhaps fifteen minutes later I had covered her shoulders and back and buttocks with my massaging hands, and they were tiring, but my cock had arisen and was increasingly difficult to keep away from somewhere on Liem's body. I muttered "I'm tired Liem", and I reached behind me to pull the pillows to support my head and back and lay against them.

In position, I leaned forward, felt under her stomach and reached up to cup her breasts, and I pulled her so she had to lift up and come backwards with me, and then I lay back down against the pillows and pulled so her back was against my front, top of her head under my chin, and her buttocks cleft hard against my prick throbbing there. I massaged her front well, mostly her breasts and her hardened nipples, thrust out perfectly for my fingers to grasp and twirl and do anything which made her gasp; she gasped a lot.

I managed to force my hands away, and I stroked and pushed and prodded down her ribs, staying around her abdomen as I truly did marvel at its flatness and smoothness, and her hips with no 'love handles' of fat, just smooth, slippery skin the whole way around, back to her front, circling her navel but not poking it, just pushing my two hands together but with fingers spread wide and moved ever down.

I touched her slightly haired slit as she moaned and moved against me; I spread her lips wide and slid my hands and fingers through to the bottom, stopping when the bump of her clit hit my descending fingers, and pushed, then roughly moved past it, heels of my hands rubbing it even more, as I felt for the wetness I expected: I found it, but should have known as now I felt the seepage down my own legs under her.

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I didn't need stimulate her more, so I transferred my hands to under her hips, pushed her upwards and let my cock free to seek its home.

I held her for a few moments up in the air while it lined up, then I lowered her and my cock slicked straight inside her pussy, and I dropped her all the way down. Liem squealed and ground herself down even further, as I pushed my hands against her pelvis, fingers on her clit, multiplying the impact; she came, with squeals and writhes as I held her there, joined and full, wetter with juices from her by the second.

A fleeting thought of Tuan changing the bed sheets in the morning, and I smiled and leaned into Liem to kiss the top of her head, even as I eased my hands off and up to her breasts; they were so beautiful in front of my eyes, so alluring I couldn't keep my hands off them. She moaned more as I fondled her, then Liem darted up, sitting, bringing her feet up to add pressure, and she banged away on top of my prick inside her, perhaps wanting to keep the one orgasm continuing, forever it seemed as she pounded hard against my pelvis.

I could only try and hold her hips to steady her swaying, rocking, jumping body, but I was also trying to slow her a little; she didn't want any of that. Liem wanted to scream and bounce and feel whatever she was feeling to its fullest extent, so I scraped my fingers up and down her back, and eventually she pushed down so hard on me, her squatting leg muscles clearly defined, that I moaned and she squirted I felt it: she squirted!

juice out of herself and down both of us, and I lunged up inside her and added my own to hers, pumping my own muscle as far as it could into her.

As Liem sank down and calmed down, I reached my hands farther around her to grasp her breasts again, lightly, and pulled her gently to me, laying her back against me, still joined, still in the throes of a coital explosion, and I held her.

She sighed, as did I, and I kissed her hair, fought my way through it to her neck and kissed her there; damp skin, so I licked it, and moved to nibble her ear. Moans and sighs and clasping hands from Liem to my thighs, and mine all over her chest and abdomen, close as two bodies can be. I looked down her body, from her hair to her breasts to her toes, pausing at the distended pussy with my prick deflating, but still inside, down her legs to her toes - curled with strong emotions: god, she was lovely.

I glanced at the TV, football game I had been watching was finished, and I abstractedly registered we were ten minutes into another game; Liem shivered and her nipples now looked erect from cold, so I popped out, and eased her to the side, kissing her back and then pulling the quilt out from under us to cover her.

I whispered "Good night, my Liem", kissed her cheek, and slid out of the bed to go to the bathroom, washing my groin and legs, and feeling like another cold beer and cigarette before a final clean of my teeth and freshen of my body under the shower. Then I rejoined Liem, and cuddled her as I also fell asleep. Slept for perhaps two minutes, as I was instantly startled by a key in the door of the other room, and two giggling girls entered the connecting door to look at us.

I closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep, and heard one shush the other. I heard a shower running in the other room and, with the door still open, muted voices, and then I drifted back to sleep. A barely dry body snuggling against my back disturbing me yet again, gently shoving me to push both me and Liem over to the side a little, and I knew from the size it was Tuan, and then felt an extra hand cuddling Tuan right across to me and snaking in between Liem's back and my groin: Ping, she was the most mischievous of all!

I had told Tuan her hotel needed even bigger-sized beds, but it seems four could fit - if all four were cuddling each other side-on.

Tuan whispered, perhaps to Ping "How will I explain if the bed collapses?" Ping couldn't help herself, nor could I, and Liem woke as her three bed-mates had to laugh out loud. Liem complained "I was asleep and it was so nice; roll over and go to sleep." In unison we each rolled to our right, Liem cuddling me, me Tuan, and Tuan hunched against Ping.

With my right arm, I pushed it under Tuan's neck and around her tiny body, nicely fitting her left breast into my hand; my left arm was long enough to reach over Tuan and cup Ping's left breast also, giving her nipple a slightly harsh twist as punishment for being the leader of the two in this scenario, I was sure. She squeaked and I let go to massage her now erect tit, and say sternly "Go to sleep girls!" How could I follow my own instruction: my cock was recovering and pushed up against Tuan's buttocks?

She pushed back, raised her upper leg a little - and the fight to keep myself flaccid was lost: I slipped through between her thighs.

She clamped them around me, straightening her legs down the bed somewhat, and as I throbbed and began leaking pre-cum, I am sure it was Ping's fingers just from the angle of the hand - reaching back and rubbing the head of my penis, smoothing the sticky juice around it, then releasing me. I pulled my left arm back and down to Tuan's cleft and slid a finger through her slit as she eased the pressure of her thighs; she was slick and ready and moaned as I pushed on her clit and grasped it rising with my two fingers.

I moved my cock around, and she flowered open under me as I sank into her, sliding along walls of her tunnel, muscles clutching me in throbs of pleasure. Tuan reached behind her and pulled my bum hard against her, a surprising thrust which caused her to shudder and groan in a mini-orgasm.

As she eased her nails from digging into my left buttock, I slid some way out, to the opening of her vagina, sucking juices along with me, but Tuan dug her nails in again and shoved me in once more, clenching her own body as I hit the end of her, ramming against her cervix, where the narrowed entrance blocked me. I drove myself extra millimeters, and Tuan squeaked and jumped against me, desperately trying to be quiet, turning her face into the pillow to groan repeatedly as she shuddered and jerked.

I had to smile, despite the intensity; a smile of sweetness for Tuan's antics, and I leaned my mouth down to her exposed neck and licked and kissed all over. I eased back and pushed in and pulled out in a series of small movements, keeping her high, as we became progressively wetter from Tuan's leakages.

Having emptied myself completely in Liem earlier, I was proudly hard, but without any urgent need to ejaculate; I could concentrate on Tuan and her enjoyment, so I did for quite a while, enduring her nails scratching and digging against my buttock, as I made it a long and slow process.

If Ping wasn't asleep, she was not doing anything to interrupt Tuan's pleasure, and Liem hadn't seemed to move behind me, so it was all about Tuan, until I began to tire and I let her know it by increasing my depth and grasping her clit in my fingers, and finishing with a massive thrust as far as my length could reach, and using her clit to push her back at me, as she kicked her legs down the bed and muffled herself even tighter into the pillow, erupting inside, and jerking her body repeatedly.

I held myself there until she began to calm, and calmed my own breathing against her back at the same time. I stroked her clit and slit and moved my hand up to cuddle her breasts together within my hand and squeezing her. I didn't pull out, but when I felt her chest rising and falling rhythmically, I relaxed and again stretched my left arm out across to Ping's hip and lightly rested it there as I went into the land of dreams.

When I woke it was light, but early, and I needed to pee; oh, no Liem behind me, so I slid gently away from Tuan and Ping and slipped out of bed, heading quickly for the bathroom. Liem was there, sitting on the toilet, so I apologized and turned around to run to the other room's bathroom; Liem said "What happened to you!

You've got bloody streaks down your bottom?" "Ah, don't know; hang on Liem: good morning" and I ran out to relieve myself next door. Whew!

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That was close, as I flicked the last drops, then as I washed my hands I turned to try and see my bum in the mirror; oh, my goodness, Liem was right: it was streaked on both buttocks with scratches and points of contact from Tuan's nails obviously! I turned and sat on the toilet and used the hose to spray water and clean myself of the streaks of blood, well dry by now; then I decided to fully shower and after that, felt cleansed and red slashes looked a little less when I swiveled in front of the mirror as I dried myself.

Tuan will need to clean her nails I thought! I sneaked back into the other room, covered with a towel; Liem had crawled back into bed and was cuddled close to Tuan who, in turn, was cuddled close to Ping. It was too good to miss; I got my camera, silently opened the curtains to allow a little more light inside, and it was perfect: they were all on their sides, hair falling all over, no discernible identifying faces in view, but obviously naked, up top at least.

I sneaked over and gently folded the quilt down to their waist-level; oh god, it was more than perfect: large breasts of Liem mashed against Tuan's back, spilling out to the sides, and Tuan's smaller tits completely crushed against Ping's.

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I curled the quilt further down, away from Ping's, covered mostly by her arm slung across. I had three gorgeous women lying snugly in the one bed, silky backs, slim, long hair, and so erotic: it was right, and had to be right as one frame click of the shutter may well disturb them from this perfect, natural position. I framed, moved and framed again, until I was completely happy with the view in the shot; I pressed the shutter, twice.

Held my breath&hellip.they didn't even stir. OK, I thought, let's see if I can get another one; I turned the a/c off, crept over to the bed and pulled the quilt back and down; next to breasts, I love girls' buttocks, and now Liem's were exposed, part of Tuan's and Ping's and hips of them all, their backs curved down, and Liem's arm over Tuan, hers over Ping. As my cock jumped under the towel, I re-framed, even changed the curtain slightly to alter the light, and shot the frame, and again, and then a third one it was so sexy.

My next idea became a pure fantasy as I covered the quilt slowly back up over them; in reality I just sat back in a chair on the balcony, smoking, able to see them in bed through the open door and curtains.

If they had done as the frame was in my mind, they would have rolled over onto their backs, while the quilt was pulled down to their legs. Three women would have been splayed in front of me, three sets of breasts displayed, three flat abdomens, and three vaginas open and inviting the camera in. I would have first taken head and bare shoulder shots, and then cut the heads off (photographically-speaking) to take shots of breasts and stomachs; and then three females showing why they are different to males.

It was an artistic vision I had, erotic for sure, and so arousing, yes but it was the vision which captivated me: the last frame being of six feet together. I looked at the clock: 0700; early, but enough sleep I decided and I went over, dragged the quilt down their bodies and slapped lightly on three rumps "Wake up, girls, it's day-time and you have work to do!" I stepped back from any stray kicks which might try to injure me, and watched them stirring, snapping just a couple of out-of-focus shots to bring them wide-awake.

"Here's what I want, ladies" and I outlined my vision, and as they each rubbed their eyes of sleep, they began smiling, only frowning as Liem asked to make sure they couldn't be identified.

After I assured her 'absolutely not' the vision was fulfilled, and the film was full. I kissed them all 'good morning' and went to put some shorts on before they realized what was lurking under my towel. I stayed in the other room and ordered coffee for starters, waiting for the girls to get up, shower as I expected and get somewhat more dressed.

Then I heard Tuan shriek "What's that?" and I ran in to find her looking at the blood on the sheet s. "Oh that would be me" I said, turning my bum to her and pulling my shorts down to display her marks of passion: long weal's of scratches and red lines.

Liem and Ping looked at Tuan with raised eyebrows, and I intervened, "It's OK, I think Tuan was having a bad dream, and she grabbed me, but I didn't want to make her scared waking her up suddenly." "Crap" responded Ping, as I turned to her; "Look down at your towel, Mr. Steve!" Tuan said "But I had a beautiful dream, not a bad one!

I couldn't have done that could I?" Turning my hardon away from direct view, I said gently "Tuan, a little cream and it will be better; promise." The door chime rang, thankfully, and I went to let the waiter in with my coffee, ushering the girls to the bathrooms first. Before I opened the door, checking the girls had run, Ping paused and turned, "You left me out, but that's all right: I have you all the way back to the city, all to myself!" I rolled my eyes and opened the door as she scampered into the bathroom.

I took my coffee to the balcony, and one by one the girls emerged, beautiful, some make-up, and today all dressed in denim short shorts and t-shirts.

I had changed films, and was ready, so I shot them but today they were being 'Hollywood' style, so I stopped and said "Let's go downstairs to breakfast; Tuan is that ok?" knowing she worked here and not sure how management would feel about her appearing with guests.

She said "I'll go to my room for a while, and then I can come back and join you when you are nearly finished; it is my day off, but better if I don't enter the restaurant with you.

I really do have some uniforms to wash, so that will be fine, and I feel full and not hungry again yet" pertinently looking at me, causing a flush to my face. Tuan went down the back stairs, while we used the elevator, and walked into the restaurant area for breakfast.

Rather naturally, the other guests all looked up and scrutinized us: some a little hostile I thought, but most admiringly.

The girls lapped it up as I steered them to a table and told them to calm down. I needed some energy well, I had expended quite a bit so I ordered tomato juice, omelette and coffee, but the girls preferred the more normal rice congee and juice&hellip.followed by eggs, and toast and jam, and fruit; gosh, they could eat! They were into their toast when Tuan appeared, spoke to the staff and pointed at her cousins, and joined us at the table.

I ordered extra toast and jam, and when it came, slyly prepared it and pushed to Tuan, urging her to eat; she did, looking at me with 'thanks' in her eyes. Or looking at me, perhaps, with more in her eyes; I smiled and told her not to waste what was offered freely and openly. I sat away at the next table over the balcony, drinking coffee and having a cigarette away from others. It was another sunny day, beautiful and fitting for the mood of happy people, and still early enough the light wasn't too bright for 'soft' photos as I liked.

I urged the girls to finish and stop talking so much, then asked Liem and Tuan if there was a nice park nearby. Tuan answered first "Right behind the staff quarters, just around the corner; the flowers are in bloom and it's really pretty and peaceful." I had brought my camera to breakfast, so signed the bill and we walked out the back of the hotel to the park right behind.

Flowers and women go together, so I was in my element, directing each and all here and there and back again, posing this way and that, single and together, having fun and serious, just pretty girls, and slightly sexy. Two full films later, the girls begged against the rising heat and I accepted I had enough to fill a whole album, wishing there was a pool at this hotel or even a spa to get the bikini shots as a fitting finale.

So we retreated to our room/s, where I slumped into a chair with a beer, threw off my soaked shirt and watched the girls do the same. "You can't do that, girls: I am out of film!" They laughed and continued, pirouetting bra-covered breasts and panty-clad buttocks and other parts in front of me, lewdly parading to show what I was missing without film.

I laughed along with them, until they all collapsed in a heap on the bed under the coolness of the a/c I had turned on. I threw the TV remote on to Liem's stomach, and they were happy to watch local shows and music while they chattered non-stop and I sat and watched them. In my mind I asked Yen if she really knew what she had done, getting all these cousins to 'care for me' in her absence; Yen herself, after all, was only seventeen, a girl-becoming woman true, but while I could have said 'NO!' to all these girls, and Lang and Anh elsewhere, they were all with Yen's knowledge and even her plans most times, and she knew both before and after the fact, what was likely to happen and happened.

What I was more concerned about, truthfully, was what impact, what effect our times together may have on these women: I hoped it was a positive outcome for them. At this moment, it seemed so, but I hoped for a sign. I dozed off, Liem waking me to present the three of them in front of my eyes which, when focused, saw they had all showered and changed and were made-up and beautiful, standing there smiling at me even Tuan who was dressed for work.

"Mr. Steve, time to get ready to check out; Tuan to start her shift; you and Ping to head home and me to go and see my mother." I groggily nodded, dragging myself up from the chair like the 'old man' I sometimes, but rarely, feel I might be; I looked at Tuan, who said "Thank you, Mr. Steve, for a wonderful weekend, you are a nice man. We all know you Love Yen, but you give us warmth and special, really special, feelings when you are here with me, with us, and I want to thank you for teaching me what to look for in a man I just hope I can find it." She kissed me gently on the lips, kissed cheeks with the others, and left with a smile tinged with wistfulness.

Liem stepped up, raising herself to me "Tuan said it for all of us; see you next trip Mr. Steve, but I wish I was a virgin and could start meeting you all over again! You are an amazing man, and not at all an 'old one'. Luv u" and she kissed me deeply and long, broke apart looking into my eyes; she ran her hand down my cheek, smiled and turned to hug and kiss Ping, who she might not see again for some time, then she turned with a wave and left the room. Ping smiled "Just the two of us&hellip." (End of Part 3)