Nguyễn Hoàng Kim Long lay sprawled on his back on the king-size bed, as vast as a battlefield, inside the penthouse suite at the top floor of a five-star hotel overlooking the Saigon River. The dim golden light from the crystal chandeliers hanging overhead cast down on his body, making his sweat-glistened skin shine as if coated in a layer of glossy oil. Every vein and muscle stood out clearly beneath his tanned skin. His bulging muscles on his chest, shoulders, and lower abs were rock-hard, each fiber quivering slightly with his ragged breathing — the result of four years of relentless gym training, a way to suppress the boiling lust that had been surging through his veins since his teenage years. Now, all those years of restraint exploded uncontrollably, like a dam bursting after twenty-six years of being buried alive.
The three "VIP package" prostitutes he had just purchased through the illegal website NightQueen.vn for three hundred million dong per night were wrapping themselves around him like three hungry female snakes, competing to devour the richest prey they had ever touched. Vy, the 22-year-old girl with long, flowing pink-dyed hair cascading down her snow-white back like a silk stream, was sitting firmly on his face. Her slender, long thighs, smooth as fresh milk and flawless, clamped tightly around Long's head like a scorching-hot iron vise, leaving him no space to breathe. Her hips swayed slowly but provocatively, pressing her young, pink pussy tightly against his mouth, submerging his lips in the soft, hot, and wet folds of her flesh. Clear, thick, scorching-hot pussy juice flowed in streams from her slit down Long's chin and neck, carrying a strong feminine scent — slightly salty and sweet — that rushed straight into his nose, making him so intoxicated that his tongue licked even more frantically. Long opened his mouth wide, his long and thick tongue licking nonstop from her pussy hole up to her tiny pink nipples. He sucked hard, gently biting the swollen edges of her pussy lips, making Vy jerk violently, then thrust his tongue deep inside, sucking clean every drop of her endlessly flowing juices like an underground spring. His left hand squeezed her perfectly curved ass cheeks hard; the soft flesh overflowed between his fingers like dough, hot and elastic under his grip. His middle finger had already plunged deep into her asshole, slowly rotating, clearly feeling the pink flesh contracting in waves with Vy's ragged breathing, as if trying to swallow his finger even deeper.
Below, Lan — the 24-year-old with a perfect Instagram hot-girl body, a precisely measured 1-meter hip circumference, a wasp-like waist, and endlessly long legs — was kneeling between Long's legs. Her mouth engulfed his massive, rock-hard cock, veins bulging prominently, twenty centimeters long and nearly as thick as her wrist, stretching her cheeks to the limit. Saliva streamed from the corners of her mouth down to Long's heavy, pendulous balls, dripping onto the pristine white silk bedsheets. Yet Lan still tried to swallow him down to the base, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her cough and choke, tears welling up and sparkling under the chandelier light, but she refused to let go even for a second. Her tongue wrapped around it like a living snake, licking from the base to the swollen head each time she pulled back, lightly swirling into the piss slit to add stimulation, sending electric jolts running down Long's spine. Her right hand caressed his balls, occasionally sucking one into her mouth and sucking hard, tugging gently as if trying to draw out all the boiling semen inside.
Meanwhile, Hương, the 21-year-old with healthy tanned skin and D-cup breasts as round and full as two ripe melons, her dark brown nipples hard as tiny pebbles, was sitting on his stomach. She squeezed her own breasts hard, her nipples rubbing continuously against Long's rock-hard abs, leaving wet trails of sweat and saliva that created lewd, squelching sounds. Hương smiled lustfully, leaning down to kiss his chest, her teeth gently biting his masculine nipples before licking along every prominent muscle line, sucking hard as if marking her territory, making Long's skin break out in goosebumps of pleasure.
Long smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark lust, like a wild beast finally released from its cage. Just three days ago, he had still been a broke physical education teacher at a suburban high school in Saigon. His monthly salary was fifteen million dong, he lived in a cramped two-million-dong rental room, rode an old, rusty motorbike, and his life repeated like a soulless machine: mornings teaching PE under the blazing sun in the schoolyard, afternoons grading papers in the moldy teachers' room, evenings returning alone to his mosquito-netted bed to jerk off to the most hardcore porn he could find online. He had suppressed himself to the point that sometimes just a glimpse of a female student's short school uniform skirt would make his cock rock-hard, forcing him to run to the school toilet to relieve himself in bitter humiliation. Now, with the 120-billion-dong lottery ticket he had just won, he had become a real nouveau riche overnight. And tonight was the night he officially "ignited" his new life — the life he had dreamed of for twenty-six years in a hell full of violence and repression, where desire had been buried beneath a facade of obedience.
"You girls are so good… Tonight, I'll let you drink your fill of my cum," Long growled in a deep, masculine voice that echoed through the spacious penthouse with its breathtaking view of the neon-lit Saigon River. His right hand grabbed Hương's hair tightly and yanked, pressing her lips against his. His tongue entwined with hers, sucking clean her sweet saliva, while Vy continued riding his face like a wild, untamed horse. Long clearly felt Vy's hot pussy juice flooding into his mouth, the salty-sweet taste mixed with her strong feminine scent making his cock twitch wildly inside Lan's mouth.
He suddenly sat up, lifting Vy as effortlessly as a weightless doll, his shoulder and arm muscles bulging like steel beneath his glistening skin. He turned and laid her on her back on the pristine white silk sheets, spreading her thighs as wide as possible until her knees touched her shoulders, fully exposing her soaking wet pussy that was slightly open and inviting, pink and contracting rhythmically. The huge, dark-red head of his cock pointed straight at it like an arrow ready to pierce through. "Watch me… I'm going to fuck your pussy to pieces right now," Long said, then slammed forward powerfully. His twenty-centimeter cock plunged all the way inside, hitting Vy's cervix with a loud, dry "smack" that echoed throughout the room. "Aaaaahhhh!!! It's too big… you've pierced me through!!!" Vy screamed in ecstasy, her legs jerking wildly, pussy juice gushing out like a fountain from her slit, soaking Long's stomach and the bedsheets.
Long didn't pause for even a second. He pounded like an industrial drill, each thrust so violent that the sound of flesh slapping flesh — "smack smack smack" — reverberated throughout the vast penthouse, blending with the heavy breathing and moans of the three girls. Vy's breasts bounced wildly with the rhythm, sweat pouring out and soaking her pink hair, her mouth gaping open as she moaned nonstop: "Harder, baby… fuck me harder… my pussy is about to be destroyed!!! Fuck deeper… hit my cervix!!!" Every time he pulled out, Vy's pussy contracted and sucked at his cock as if unwilling to let go, her juices stretching into long, sticky strands, glistening transparently under the light. Lan and Hương didn't just watch. Lan knelt right behind Long, her hands squeezing his firm ass cheeks hard, her tongue licking along his scorching-hot spine, occasionally sliding down to lick his asshole frantically, thrusting her tongue deep inside and making Long groan softly in pleasure. Hương lay beside Vy, kissing Vy's breasts, sucking hard on her pink nipples, her hand stroking Vy's pussy right where Long was fucking, her fingers occasionally rubbing against Long's shaft to heighten the sensation, creating a perfect circle of lust.
He fucked Vy continuously for fifteen minutes without stopping. The speed increased until Vy was shaking uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back, reaching her first orgasm. "I'm cumming… I'm cumming!!! My pussy is squirting, baby!!!" Vy screamed, her juices spraying everywhere, soaking the bedsheets and Long's stomach. But Long didn't pull out. He continued thrusting another thirty times, each one rotating his hips so his cock rubbed against Vy's G-spot, making her climax two more times in succession, her body jerking as if electrocuted, her voice hoarse from moaning. Only when Vy cried from the overwhelming pleasure, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, did Long suddenly pull out, his cock still rock-hard, glistening with her juices and twitching. "Your turn." He pulled Lan face-down, lifting her hips high into a perfect doggy-style position, her snow-white, curved ass pointing upward. His cock thrust straight into Lan's pussy from behind in one deep stroke, making Lan scream: "Oh my god… it's too big… you've pierced me through… my pussy is stretched wide open by you!!!" Lan's face pressed into the silk pillow, her ass raised high to receive every thrust. Long grabbed her hair with one hand and yanked it back, while his other hand slapped her ass hard — "slap slap slap" — leaving bright red handprints on her smooth white skin, each slap making her ass cheeks jiggle with the rhythm. Hương lay on her back directly under Lan's stomach, her mouth latching onto Lan's pussy, licking clean every drop of juice that flowed out each time Long pulled back. Hương's tongue also licked Long's cock whenever he thrust hard, from base to tip, swallowing both Lan's juices and her own saliva, creating wet, lewd sounds that echoed through the room.
He changed rhythm: sometimes slow and deliberate, rotating his hips to let his cock rub teasingly against every fold inside Lan's pussy; sometimes pounding like thunder, so hard the bed creaked. Lan climaxed continuously three times, her body trembling, tears flowing from sheer ecstasy. Long smiled savagely, pulled his cock out of Lan, then lay on his back in the middle of the bed, his body glistening with sweat under the lights. "All three of you, come here. I want you to ride me at the same time, taking turns until I cum." The three girls didn't need to be told twice. Vy climbed onto his cock first, her hips grinding and bouncing wildly like crazy, her pussy clenching tightly around Long's shaft, juices flowing down to his balls. Lan and Hương knelt on either side, letting Long suck on their breasts one by one. Three pairs of snow-white, pink, round breasts crowded in front of his face. Long sucked and bit hard, his right hand stroking Lan's pussy, fingers plunging deep and twisting rapidly, while his left hand fingered Hương's pussy, skillfully rubbing her small clit. Vy rode him like a madwoman for ten minutes, the "smack smack smack" sounds never stopping, sweat dripping from her forehead onto Long's chest. When Vy grew tired and trembled, Lan took over, then Hương. The three girls took turns riding him like a wild horse, each for about seven minutes, for nearly an hour and a half straight. Their combined pussy juices flowed everywhere — on his stomach, thighs, and the bedsheets — creating a glistening, lewd wet puddle under the lights.
Pleasure surged uncontrollably. Long gripped Hương's hips — the one currently riding him — and thrust upward powerfully from below. "I'm cumming… I'm cumming!!!" Long roared savagely. The three girls immediately knelt around him. Vy took the head of his cock deep into her throat, while Lan and Hương licked frantically along the shaft and balls. Long couldn't hold back any longer; he shot thick, hot ropes of cum straight into Vy's mouth. Vy swallowed half, the rest overflowing from the corners of her mouth. Lan and Hương licked it all clean, licking each other's faces and breasts as well. Thick white cum coated their lips, chins, and breasts like a lewd, glistening, sticky painting.
They lay panting on the bed, bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and fluids. Long stroked their three bare asses, smiling with deep satisfaction. "Tonight is only the beginning. I've hired you for the whole week, no limits."
But amid that peak of pleasure, old memories flooded back like a sweet nightmare, making his cock harden instantly again. Long was born into a broken family beyond salvation. His father — Nguyễn Văn Hùng — was a drunk factory worker at a suburban candy factory. Every night he came home completely wasted, eyes bloodshot, mouth spewing curses. He beat his wife and child mercilessly, using electrical cords, iron bars, even broken liquor bottles. Long still clearly remembered the nights his father whipped his mother's back with an electrical cord, or beat him when he was only five years old. His mother's cries echoed in the cramped house, the sound of bones breaking, blood dripping onto the cold concrete floor. His mother — Mrs. Trần Thị Mai — was a seamstress but heavily addicted to gambling. She often brought strange men home right in front of her young son, who was only in fifth grade. Long would curl up in a dark corner of the room, watching his mother strip naked, kneel on the floor, and suck the cocks of those unfamiliar men with vacant eyes. The creaking bed, his mother's lewd moans of "Harder… fuck me harder…", the sound of flesh slapping "smack smack" — all of it etched deeply into Long's young mind like an indelible scar. He learned that sexual pleasure was the only thing that could make him forget poverty, violence, and despair — even if only for a brief moment.
When Long had just finished fifth grade, tragedy struck like an unavoidable fate. That night, his father came home drunk and discovered his mother having sex with her lover right on the bed. In a frenzy, he beat both of them to death with an iron bar, blood splattering everywhere across the floor. His father was arrested and sentenced to life in prison. His mother died on the spot. Long had no close relatives because both his parents had been orphans. He was sent straight to an orphanage on the outskirts of Saigon — an old, dilapidated building with peeling walls, a weed-filled playground, and children with soulless eyes.
Life in the orphanage was an eleven-year-long hell, where Long grew up with wounds that could never heal. During the day, he was the most obedient child in the institution: studious, helpful with chores, smiling brightly at the nannies and other children to hide his pain. He woke at five in the morning to sweep the yard, clean the house, and line up for watery porridge and dry bread in the moldy dining hall. In the afternoons, he sat in makeshift classrooms, trying to memorize every word in hopes of a different future. But at night, when the lights went out and the cries of other children echoed through the dark hallways, sick desires began to awaken in him like a monster locked away for too long.
By the time he reached puberty around age 14, he started stealing the nannies' panties, hiding them in his pillow and masturbating every night under his thin blanket, imagining himself licking their pussies under the faint yellow light from the hallway. The smell of sweat and cheap soap on those panties made him rock-hard all night; his right hand gripped his young cock tightly until his first load of cum spurted out, sticky in his palm. Then one time, the head manager — Mrs. Nguyễn Thị Lan, about 33 years old, widowed, with a still-attractive figure, large breasts, and plump ass — caught him masturbating with her panties in the old storage room, lit only by a dim neon bulb. She didn't report him. Instead, she turned him into her sex slave for the next four years, coldly and systematically using him as a tool to satisfy her own desires.
Those years were true pleasure hell. During the day, Long remained the well-behaved orphan, smiling at everyone and helping Mrs. Lan clean her private room — a small room on the second floor with an old wooden bed and thick curtains. But at night, he had to sneak in through the back door, strip naked, kneel on the cold concrete floor and lick her pussy until she came, learning how to suck her breasts, how to swirl his tongue deep into her asshole, and how to hold back his ejaculation for hours to satisfy her. Mrs. Lan often wore a thin nightgown with no panties, sat on the old sofa with her legs spread wide, pulled his hair to press his face tightly against her wet pussy, and whispered: "Lick it, boy, lick deeper. I'll teach you how to make a woman feel good." If he didn't make her cum at least three times, she would whip him with a thin leather crop, leaving red welts on his back and ass that burned all night, then caress his cock as a reward, sucking hard until he was about to cum but stopping at the exact moment. Long both hated and craved it. His body matured in sick lust: he learned to have sex with his mouth, hands, and every hole on the body. She even made him have sex with her once in front of other children in the orphanage, behind a curtain in the prayer room while the kids were reciting the Bible; the sound of prayers mingled with heavy breathing and faint flesh-slapping sounds, deepening his shame and total dependence. Those nights, he would curl up on his bunk bed, body aching but his cock hard again from remembering the salty-sweet taste of Mrs. Lan's pussy juice flooding his face.
When he passed the entrance exam for the University of Physical Education and Sports, the head nanny gave him 10 million dong as "payment for four years of service" and released him with a satisfied smile, like a beast that had finished playing with its toy. Long left the orphanage, moved into the dormitory, and studied diligently. During his four years at university, he lived a closed-off life, only hitting the gym to build a strong body and masturbating alone to the most hardcore porn. After graduation, he became a high school PE teacher. Those four years were a repeating hell: teaching, seeing high school girls in short uniforms, suppressing his lust until he nearly went insane, returning to his rented room to jerk off until exhaustion, then repeating the next day.
Until three days ago. He bought a lottery ticket as usual, with no expectations. And he won. 120 billion dong. Long immediately bought a shiny black Mercedes G63, moved into this penthouse, and opened the illegal website NightQueen. He chose the three highest-tier VIP packages: three beautiful, clean girls with full medical checks, no limits on positions, no limits on time, no limits on the number of rounds.
And tonight was the night he officially stepped into his new life.
Long looked at the three girls panting beside him; his cock was once again fully hard. He pulled Vy up, forcing her to kneel in front of him, and shoved his cock deep into her throat. "Keep sucking. I still want to fuck all of you until morning, until you can't even stand."
Vy smiled lewdly, taking him deep and swallowing greedily. Lan and Hương wrapped themselves around him from both sides, licking every inch of his body. Long closed his eyes, letting pleasure swallow him whole. He was no longer the orphaned boy who had been abused. No longer the sex slave in the orphanage who knelt licking on the cold floor at night. No longer the poor teacher suppressing his desires. He was Nguyễn Hoàng Kim Long — a 26-year-old newly rich man.
Long flipped over, laid Vy on her back, and spread her legs as wide as possible. He thrust in hard, beginning a new rhythm — slow, deep, and prolonged. This time, he would play with every hole, every centimeter of these three girls' bodies, to satisfy all the sick desires he had suppressed for twenty-six years — to the very end.
The moans rang out nonstop once again in the luxurious penthouse.
"Smack… smack… smack…"
"Baby… harder… I can't take it anymore… fuck me to pieces, please…"
Long laughed loudly, his eyes gleaming. His new life had only just begun. And he would not stop.