The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 07

Douglas Van Wyck: The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 07 - Inseminating Ly

Last week, I had met Hiroshi and Quyen for a ribald rumpus in our newly-established Clinic for Erectile Dysfunction, which was nothing but a charming ruse to breathe fresh air into our orgy-microcosm. Since our masseuse Ly wanted to conceive a child out of wedlock, we had thought hard how to arrange for a conducive situation, in which the somewhat mundane act of Ly receiving chromosome-halves could take pace in enjoyable ways.

My muse Nguyet was working in real estate and thus in charge of an older vacant hotel, where we had had been meeting for close to three years now. Back in the day, Nguyet had asked workers to leave or put some remaining furniture into one room on the fourth floor, which then had become our default venue for group sex. And now, it was our new clinic.

Yes, Ly was already pushing 40, but still without a second husband. Almost a year ago, she had massaged me once, when my trip to the thermal springs with Sally had to be cancelled. Slightly dejected, waiting outside Ly's house, she had felt bad for me and thus invited me in for a sensual treatment, during and after which we couldn't contain ourselves.

The first time, she had just jerked me off, while allowing me to fondle her wherever I wanted, but then, after a lovely little lunch, we went for seconds. In her bedroom. Newly awakened, perhaps for the second time - her husband had died early during their marriage - Ly had eventually joined me and also met Hiroshi and Nguyet, with whom she had quickly clicked.

Perhaps it was the result of her newly discovered sexuality that she now wanted a child, too. For said purpose, she had picked Hiroshi's driver, Khoa, who was a bit short, perhaps only 5'5", but strikingly handsome and athletic. The two of them had been meeting for five months, but he seemed to only be firing blanks. Unless Ly herself was barren, of course.

Fertility treatment wasn't available in our small town, though, and Ly didn't want to travel nor spend a shitload of money, anyway. Ideally, Hiroshi would sire a baby with her, but he was slated to marry Nguyet and have another child with her, on top of Nguyet's four-year-old son, Minh.

To make a long story short: Ly wanted a decent, healthy guy to have sex with her during her ovulation. Naturally, I couldn't be the one, however, as our child would look decidedly different, so that Ly would have to explain for the next 50 years who the father had been. As far as I knew, Nguyet had consented to Hiroshi, her fiancé, having a go at Ly, and a younger guy from our orgy posse, Hoang, had had sex with Ly the previous month - but to no avail, again.

Ly was a decent woman who wasn't after alimony. Neither did she want to lure Hiroshi away from Nguyet, but if he sired two children in close succession - one with his future wife, Nguyet, and another with Ly - the kids could kinda be raised together in our small town. Which seemed a viable compromise to all of us; especially, since Hiroshi had already bought a house and planned on spending the rest of his life here, in Central Vietnam.

On top of everything, Ly's niece Hanh was blind, suffering from Neuromyelitis optica, which made her cautious if she should have children, as far as I knew. If Ly had a baby, she could raise him or her together with Hanh, which was another reason all of us wanted to help Ly conceive.

Hanh was slated to marry later this year, but her future husband, Minh, had surprisingly been drafted about fourteen months back, although he was already 27, and thus unavailable. Of course, Minh would be the ideal candidate to sire a child with Ly, as the genes would stay in the family, so to speak.

Be that as it may, for now, Ly was probably measuring her temperature every morning and, as far as I knew, she also had spent close to a year documenting her menstrual cycle, following the Knaus-Ogino method, so we knew she was going to ovulate later this week. I found it a charming detail that, for her insemination here, in our nondescript town in Vietnam, a German and a Japanese guy would be present, but didn't say anything.

Originally, we had been slated to meet on Wednesday, but then Nguyet sent me a message asking to meet the following day, as Ly's thermometer hadn't indicated anything unusual yet. What was unusual, however, was that Nguyet had changed the venue:

Yes, I was supposed to meet her and Ly, together with Hiroshi and Hoang, presumably, at 11:30, but Nguyet had decided that the Clinic, including the purported patients, should, as the weather would be splendid, go on an outing together to the thermal springs, west of town. Ha!

I instantly loved Nguyet's ingenuity, although it was slightly bizarre that a clinic would met at an Onsen. But she was right: the peaceful, relaxed atmosphere around the pool would certainly aid Ly's project to conceive.

Over the last decade, an amusement park had been built around the hot springs, but there were four private pools, which provided enough space for eight people and were protected from the outside world by tall wooden fences painted in warm brownish tones. Yes, we could frolic there, naked, and engage in all kinds of debauchery under the shade of large coconut palm trees.

The air would be mild and the bubbling warm water soothing. Considering how it came about and what the underlying purpose was, this would certainly turn into a rather wholesome outing, which none of us would ever be able to forget. And a bash that would cure everyone's alleged erectile disorder.

Yes, I loved Nguyet for her will and imagination to create the most conducive circumstances for our dear friend Ly and was rather optimistic that our orgy would be a great success. As revoltingly hot as it could be to watch a bunch of guys bang a woman lying passively on her back with her perfect legs spread to conceive a child: We could do better than that.

Nguyet, who was in her mid-thirties and had a decidedly professional aura, was the Medical Assistant in our clinic, while another young woman, Quyen - who I had met during a job interview at the international School in town - was a young nurse, who purportedly was still in high school.

Quyen didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, and thus wanted to garner some unusual sexual experience, before she would get married. Last week, she had finally met Hiroshi and, needless to say, instantly cured his erectile disorder with her ravishing young body, winning smile, and smooth skin, after which I had taken her for a spin as well, as Nguyet's plan was to break in the young nurses a bit.

Which hadn't exactly been the highest erotic art, but we had had a lot of fun, during our wholesome little threesome. Quyen and Hiroshi were quite fond of each other, but I wasn't sure if she would join us this week, as Ly needed all loads but mine for herself. In the end, I decided not to worry who else would be at the hot springs, as there was no one I didn't like, anyway, and I knew I could completely trust Nguyet, who had set up the whole thing.

I felt a bit bad for Khoa, Hiroshi's driver, though; the one who had frequently had sex with Ly over the last five months. Yes, today, Hiroshi would perhaps drive his large luxury Lexus himself, as he probably wouldn't want Khoa to see his fiancée, Nguyet, naked and be there when Hiroshi would bang Ly to impregnate her.

At least, I would see Hoang again, who was relatively tall with broad shoulders and long, wavy hair, which he often gelled. Although Hoang was very gifted with his hands - he could fix anything, from microwaves to air-conditioners to motorcycles - he had done some extra realtor-training and was now also working at VSIP, just as Nguyet and Hiroshi.

Even the drive out to the hot springs was bucolic and relaxing, and when I arrived at the parking lot, I immediately saw Hiroshi's white car, next to which Hoang had parked his older white Suzuki, of which he was mighty proud and took very good care. He could have taken Mira or Quyen, or they could have come in Hiroshi's large Lexus, as I didn't see anyone else's motorcycle.

Well, if the car was here, then maybe Khoa would join us; Nguyet had never mentioned that Hiroshi drove the Lexus himself, but I was fairly certain that she didn't know how to operate a car. Okay, in that case, Khoa would see his boss and Nguyet naked, but Hiroshi did have some slightly wacky sexual fantasies, anyway. Perhaps that would turn him on?

Nguyet had seen me arrive and came over from the small outdoor restaurant to tell the lady in the ticket booth that I was part of the group. Perhaps, Nguyet had received vouchers for the Onsen here again, which might have triggered her idea. Or nudged her in that direction, together with the splendid weather.

When I finally arrived at the table, I was slightly disappointed that Khoa wasn't there, but it was understandable. There were only Ly and Nguyet, Hiroshi and Hoang. And now, me. Which was more plausible in our role-play, anyway, and it also made sense for Ly's insemination project. Yes, a whole bunch of guys would be hotter, but we were here for a delicate mission that we shouldn't take too lightly or be flippant about.

"Where's Ms. Quyen?" I still asked Nguyet to give her a chance to weave some lore for our charade.

"Ha, Douglas! Mister Hiroshi already asked, too. Longingly..." Nguyet teased us a bit, before she added: "Miss Quyen is indisposed today."

Since the waitress was standing next to me, I quickly reached for the small, colorful, laminated menu and picked a simple rice dish with chicken. When the waitress was gone, Nguyet cleared her throat, before she relayed to me that Quyen was having her period.

"Well, she could still have joined us here. It's nothing you need to hide at home for," I was disappointed: "And I like period-sex," I added, which Nguyet already knew, of course, but not in our new role-play.

"Tsk-tsk... Mister Douglas," she was shaking her head in mock-disapproval: "Quyen really wasn't feeling well, when she called me this morning. I could hear it over the phone. She had pretty strong cramps," Nguyet filled me in, with a slightly reproachful tone in her voice.

Before I could respond, however, or ask Nguyet about the other young intern that she had announced, Hiroshi took my side, adding:

"That's funny, Douglas. I like period-sex as well," he nodded thoughtfully, but Nguyet wasn't having it:

"Gentlemen, we are a Clinic for Erectile Dysfunction," she reminded us: "You two can't just..."

Do as you please, was perhaps what she had wanted to add, but now the food was arriving. We passed everyone their bowl or plate but, after we had started to eat, Hiroshi returned to our topic:

"Well, Mrs. Nguyet, you, as the Head of the Clinic, need to make sure that the male patients get aroused. And I never liked it when a woman is made to feel bad, like she's ashamed to be menstruating," he made a powerful, solemn plea.

"True," Nguyet concurred and finally turned to Ly, who hadn't said anything yet.

It was a bit unfortunate that Ly was paired up with Hoang, who was really quiet. He was fine with a coffee and a ciggy, and now, food. At least, Ly had been reading something on her phone, but she did seem queasy about what was to ensue: Knowing that Hoang and, possibly, also Hiroshi would bang Ly, so she could perhaps conceive, was an awkward situation, without question.

That we couldn't talk about it - to remain plausible in our role-play - didn't make it easier, either, but then: What was there to say?! I was still convinced that a charming bucolic setting, plus the amusing fake clinic, should make everything easier and more enjoyable for Ly than plainly lying down to humorlessly and tensely receive a few loads of cum.

Although, I had to admit that I got a kick out of imagining just that. Anyway, while Ly was now listening to Nguyet, I looked at her more closely. I liked her salmon-colored thick, soft T-shirt, but then noticed her protruding chin again. Since her mouth was usually a bit open, one could see her lower set of teeth, too, which reminded me of a piranha.

Apart from that, Ly's face was rather pleasant, as was her personality. Her body, however, was athletic and strikingly attractive, with exceptionally smooth skin; particularly, for a woman pushing forty, who I couldn't imagine doing much for or spending much on her skin. Ly's boobs were kinda small, however.

Since I didn't want to stare at Ly across the table, who was slightly uncomfortable already and who I would see naked in twenty minutes, I tried to strike up a conversation with Hoang, who, like I said, wasn't exactly a talker, though. Of course, it would have been amusing to discuss our alleged erectile dysfunctions, but I wasn't able to do in Vietnamese.

Since we were done eating, we guys all lit up a ciggy and opened another round of drinks, and Nguyet explained to Hiroshi in English what he could expect back in the private pool area, and I asked Hoang to do the same with Ly, who hadn't been here either, in their native language.

Hoang, on the other hand, had not just been, but also worked here in the past, as a waiter; one fine spring day, about three years ago - when I was here with Nguyet and my former student Thanh - my muse had found Hoang so incredibly alluring that she had pretended we needed something, as we were lolling next to the pool, and rang the bell.

When Hoang had shown up, Nguyet took him to the bungalow for a quick round of sex, before Thanh - who had attended the same school as Hoang, albeit two years below him - mustered the courage for another impromptu fuck with our Adonis, who always reminded me of Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch; especially now, as he had started wearing glasses.

Thanh was the person who actually had turned me on to come here, to the hot springs, in the first place. She had been here with a group of girls before, but only one of them had taken her top off. Briefly. By and large, they had been sitting next to the pool, drinking wine, but Thanh and I quickly agreed that this bucolic setting offered so much more potential.

Eventually, we paid and got up. The staff handed us a small cooler with drinks and ice and reminded us that there was sparkling wine in the fridge in the bungalow. It was kinda funny to see Hiroshi - who was always poised and radiated the presence of a CEO or mafia boss - wearing shorts and sandals, but it would have been equally strange for him to be wearing dress pants and a tie to such an outing.

Hoang, on the other hand, was sporting what looked like tailored pants and a long-sleeved white shirt. Relatively tall and broad-shouldered, plus his wavy hair, he did look like the male protagonist today - which Hoang was, in his role as Ly's stallion. But would Nguyet allow Hiroshi to sink his eager noodle in Ly as well, to be part of the chromosome lottery?

Luckily, they had given us pool number four again, which had a replica of a pirate brig or brigantine instead of a plain, square bungalow. The ship's front reached into the pool, like it was about to be launched, but in the room inside, there were still a double bed and a small bathroom, as well as a kitchenette, including a fridge.

I looked around as if I was here for the very first time and then complimented Nguyet again on her splendid idea to spend the long lunch-break outdoors. And yes, standing next to the double bed, inside the galleon's belly, the dazzling siren seemed mighty proud that she had lured us here. Rightly so.

Through the horizontal boards in the front, which served as window, we could see Hoang spreading the brightly colored mats near the neatly trimmed pool, but I wasn't sure how we would proceed now. Should we allow Ly and her stallion some privacy, first, and frolic around here on the double-bed, inside?

Nguyet had told me to bring speedos, of which I owned a pair, but I would have felt silly wearing anything in the presence of four friends who I had all seen naked multiple times. So, I just undressed, still standing next to the bed, watching how Hoang opened a beer and lit a ciggy, before he sat down with his lower legs already in the soft, warm water.

As the Head of the clinic and Medical Assistant, Nguyet mock-frowned on account of my cheekiness, but then suggested Hiroshi do the same:

"That's probably better. It'll be quicker, later," she added.

What I found revoltingly hot, however, was that Nguyet was wearing, under her shirt and skirt, her blue one-piece bathing suit, which was open in the crotch. On the day we had met Hoang, Nguyet and Thanh had talked about tailoring and conceived the idea to manipulate a bathing suit and, later, pantyhose, so that their pussy would be exposed.

Hiroshi didn't seem to know said item yet, as he was almost blushing and clearly seemed surprised, standing around naked, just like me. I would have found it hotter if Nguyet's complete bush was showing but, the way she had cut and then trimmed the material, only her elongated pussy boat-hull was showing with the dense, pitch-black hair covering it.

It was also alluring to watch her pressing the seams into her groins, so that her snatch was properly exposed. Ly was also blushing, but then she cracked up, covering her mouth with her lower arm, which was super-cute and set the tone for the next two hours. When Nguyet was re-doing her ponytail, both, Hiroshi and I, licked her armpits and twiddled her nipples, which were already poking and pumping through the blue fabric.

We also reached inside Nguyet's honeypot with our fingertips to get the first fresh taste of her nectar, before I licked and sucked more messenger substances off her freshly-shaven armpit-skin. Eventually, she asked me to stop, as my whiskers were tickling her, and I noticed that Ly had taken off to join Hoang, down at the pool.

She was still standing next to him in her somewhat shiny black cyclist shorts. Man, did her ass look divine! Through the horizontal boards, I now watched her taking off her T-shirt, under which she was wearing a black sports bra, which she decided to keep on, for the time being, before she sat down next to Hoang. As much as I loved and desired Nguyet, I felt an immeasurable lust to fuck Ly rising inside me, even though she was ovulating today.

"Douglas!!" Nguyet woke me up from my reveries: "Since you like to pee during sex: Here, that wouldn't be a problem," she alerted me to another titillating detail of the bucolic Onsen, which was surrounded by tall palm trees, shrubs and an array of flowers.

The wind was blowing gently through the palm fronds, and everything was neatly kept. The only thing missing was a bunch of brightly-colored parrots. Even the weather was perfect: perhaps 83 degrees Fahrenheit, blue sky with just a few fluffy clouds, and plenty of sunshine.

"Mister Hiroshi likes that peeing thing as well, I think," I distracted Nguyet.

Since Hoang was swimming, anyway, Ly had gotten up and came walking toward the brig again. Did she want to ask us to join her down there, before Hoang would mount her? Perhaps they would want to do it inside, though, here on the double bed? So that she could conceive a child, finally.

When it became obvious that Ly wanted to use the bathroom, however, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back outside, under the outdoor shower, which had a concrete floor. Giggling, she didn't really protest, as she probably knew what was up.

Yes, Nguyet was right: Today, we could pee with impunity, whereas virtually everywhere else, one would need preparations and then some clean-up. And, once we were back at the old vacant hotel, at our clinic, I saw no plausible pretext to get Ly, the masseuse, to micturate upon me, as Nguyet's External Advisor, to which she had elevated me.