Fifteen Days in Vietnam: A Confession

Marco had been in Vietnam for four days and still hadn’t found what he had come looking for. The first nights had been a mix of disappointments and misunderstandings: women who turned out to be something very different from what they seemed, inflated prices, and hotel rooms that smelled of damp and resentment. He was fed up, but not defeated.

On the morning of the fifth day he went out early, when the sun was still beating hard over the gulf, and walked along the promenade until he found a bar with a terrace open to the sea. He ordered a cold beer and a seafood platter for eight dollars, and sat down to eat in peace, watching people go by.

That was when he saw her come in.

Her name was Linh. Tall for a Vietnamese woman, almost five foot five, with real curves: breasts that filled out her tight T-shirt nicely, a round, firm ass, brown skin, and full lips. She sat alone at a nearby table, ordered something to drink, and looked around unhurriedly.

Marco studied her for a moment before moving. I’ve been wrong before. But something in the movement of her hips, in the natural way she settled into the chair, convinced him. He stood up, walked over, and offered her a drink.

“Sure, handsome,” she replied in a calm voice and with a sly smile.

They talked for a while. Marco got straight to the point: he carefully asked whether she was working that afternoon. Linh didn’t beat around the bush.

“Depends what you want. Front, ten dollars. Back, twenty. One hour.”

Marco smiled. After so many days of frustration, that sounded like gold. But he wasn’t going to risk it without checking first.

“First I want you to prove to me you’re really a woman,” he said softly.

Linh wasn’t offended. She stood up, took him to the bar bathroom, and shut the door calmly. She lifted her short skirt without hurrying and showed Marco what he needed to see: real, shaved, the fleshy lips and the prominent mons pubis. Marco felt his throat go dry.

“Convinced?” she asked, lowering her skirt with a smile.

“How much for the whole day and night?” he said hoarsely.

“One hundred and fifty. No limits.”

Marco didn’t hesitate. He paid the bar tab, took Linh by the hand, and led her straight to the hotel.

***

In the room, Linh undressed with a slow striptease, moving unhurriedly, turning so he could get a good look at that round, firm ass. Her tits bounced freely when she took off her T-shirt. Marco, lying on the bed, watched without taking his eyes off her.

“Leave the thong and the T-shirt on,” he said. “I want to see you like that while you suck.”

Linh knelt between his legs and started licking from the base to the tip, looking him in the eye. Marco wasted no time grabbing her head with both hands and pushing her down to the back of her throat. She didn’t protest. She took all of him, sucking hard, not complaining once.

Linh pulled her mouth off him for a second to catch her breath.

“Easy. We’ve got the whole day and the whole night. If you go rough from the start, you’ll be dried out before mid-afternoon.”

Marco smiled. He took his time.

Half an hour later, he turned her over and moved on to working with his mouth between her legs. The flavor was intense, real: a little salty, with that acidic edge of built-up arousal. He licked her cunt from the clit all the way inside, slipped his tongue in, moved up to her ass, and ate her without beating around the bush. Linh moaned into the sheets, pushing her hips back and asking for more with her body.

“No one’s ever done this to me like that,” she said, and it didn’t sound like theater.

Marco turned her over and put her on top. His hands gripped her breasts from underneath as she rode him. He fucked her in three different positions. Linh came five times that Marco could count, and probably more that he missed. He didn’t. He had the whole day ahead of him and wanted to go all the way.

“You’re too much,” she said, panting against his chest. “How long have you been holding out?”

“Since I got here. But that’s not it. It’s that I want to go all the way.”

Linh looked at him with a mix of respect and genuine fear.

***

The session with Linh ended in the only possible way: her exhausted, face down on the bed, body trembling, ass reddened from so much use. Marco had fucked her front and back, alternating for more than an hour. When he finally came inside her, Linh let out a long cry that the air conditioning barely drowned out.

After resting for a while, she showered and dressed with slow movements, like someone who had just finished a marathon without having trained for it.

“I’m giving you the money back,” she said from the bathroom door. “You’re too much for me. I can’t keep going.”

Marco pushed the bill away with his hand.

“You earned it. But before you go, do me a favor: send me someone who can really take it.”

Linh nodded, still half dressed.

“I’ll send you the best girl I know.”

The next morning they knocked on the door. Marco opened it in his robe and found Linh in the hallway accompanied by three new girls, all with scandalous bodies. He let them in and sat down in the room’s armchair.

“Get naked. I want to see what you’ve got. Tits, ass, everything. And tell me the price for a full day and night, no limits.”

The first two were fine. It was the third who got him going before she had even said a word. A big, round ass that trembled when she moved. Heavy tits with dark nipples. And between her legs, fleshy, thick lips that peeked out juicy, as if they had been waiting for hours. Her name was Mai.

“One hundred and fifty for a full day and night,” she said in a soft, confident voice.

“You stay. The others can go.”

***

Mai was different. There was something in the way she worked that Marco noticed from the first few minutes: a technique, an awareness of her own body that the other girl didn’t have. When she knelt and started sucking, the combination of hands, tongue, and rhythm was so precise that Marco had to shove her away before it was too late.

“Stop. Fucking stop. You’re making me cum and the whole morning’s still ahead of us.”

Mai pulled back with a smile that hid nothing.

He put her on all fours on the bed. When he entered her ass from behind, he felt something he hadn’t felt before: Mai contracting her muscles in rhythmic waves, tightening from tip to base in a continuous, controlled motion. It was as if the hole had a life of its own, sucking inward with every thrust.

Marco growled.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“What you paid me to do,” she replied, without stopping.

It didn’t take long. The sensation was too intense. He came inside her with a roar, emptying himself completely, and when he pulled his cock out Mai cleaned it with her mouth without being asked.

“Good,” Marco said, lying back on the bed. “Very good. How many days can you stay?”

“As many as you want to pay for,” she replied, resting her head on his chest.

They agreed on five more days at one hundred and fifty a day.

***

That afternoon they went out together. Marco bought her new clothes in a boutique on the promenade: black lace thongs, tight camisole tops, a short fitted dress that rode up as she walked. Mai posed in the fitting room with a smile that was no longer completely professional. They left loaded down with bags, her hanging off his arm.

They had dinner on a terrace by the sea: grilled lobster, seafood rice, and ice-cold beers. Halfway through dinner, Mai’s hand disappeared under the table. It stayed there for almost an hour, masturbating him with expert fingers, taking him to the edge and easing off the pressure just when he was about to overflow. Marco gripped the cutlery so hard his knuckles went white.

“Stop torturing me.”

“Not yet,” she whispered in his ear, licking his earlobe. “By the time we get to the hotel, you’re going to explode.”

She was right.

After dinner they went from bar to bar. In the third one, while they were dancing pressed together, a girl appeared who made her intentions obvious in her eyes. Her name was Kim. Tall, with a body that made you look twice: enormous tits under a tiny top, a high, round ass, long legs, and lips painted red.

“Can I join in? I can do things she doesn’t know how to,” she said, looking at Mai.

“It’s his decision,” Mai replied, not bothered.

Kim pressed herself against Marco’s other side and whispered the price in his ear: two hundred dollars for the night, all three of them together.

“To the hotel,” said Marco. “Now.”

***

In the room, the two of them undressed at the same time. Kim had a shaved cunt with thick, pink lips, a firm ass that begged for hands. Mai already knew how to move around him; Kim learned within minutes.

Marco put them both on all fours on the bed and alternated nonstop: one girl’s cunt, the other’s ass, the first girl’s mouth. The two of them moaned and touched each other, kissing, grabbing each other’s tits. Kim had a technique similar to Mai’s with her ass: she contracted in waves when he entered her from behind, squeezing in pulses that drove him crazy.

In the end he came inside Kim’s ass, filling her until it overflowed. He shoved his cock into Mai’s mouth so she could clean it. Kim licked her fingers calmly.

The three of them collapsed onto the bed. Marco in the center, one on each side, their bodies wet with sweat and satisfaction.

“I’m still hungry,” Kim said, licking his neck.

“Me too,” Mai added.

Marco felt his cock hardening again just from hearing them.

“Then get started. The night is long.”

***

It was Kim who suggested what came next.

“Have you ever had it done to you?” she asked, tracing a slow circle on his stomach with one finger.

Marco knew exactly what she meant. He shook his head.

“Never. Total first time.”

Kim smiled slowly.

“Then it’s my turn.”

Mai climbed astride his face without saying another word, her wet cunt lowering onto his mouth. Marco started licking her while Kim positioned herself between his spread legs. The room was silent except for the three of them breathing and the soft hum of the air conditioner.

Kim worked slowly and precisely: first her tongue circling the rim, then one finger with plenty of saliva, then two. Marco moaned into Mai’s pussy while Kim’s fingers found the exact spot and began massaging it with slow, circular movements. His cock hardened in a way unlike all the times before, from the inside out, as if pleasure had another source.

Then Kim took him in her mouth. Fingers inside and lips outside, working at the same time with perfect coordination. Marco tried to warn them but Mai came on his face at that exact moment, a hot gush filling his mouth, and he swallowed without being able to say anything.

And then he exploded.

It wasn’t like the times before. It was deeper, longer, as if it came from a different place in his body. The cum came out in continuous, powerful spurts, splashing Kim’s stomach, her chest, her neck. Kim didn’t pull her mouth away until the last spasms had ended, sucking gently to get every last drop out.

Marco stayed sprawled there, body limp, mind completely blank.

“What… what the fuck was that?” he said when he could speak.

Kim wiped a smear of semen from the corner of her mouth and looked at him calmly.

“Your first time coming inside, handsome. And it won’t be the last.”

Mai gave him a soft kiss on the lips. She tasted like herself.

Marco closed his eyes with a smile. Outside, the Vietnamese night was still bright and noisy. Inside, he knew there were still ten days of the trip ahead.