The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 13 - A new Record, almost

Last week, Sally had discovered her exhibitionism as well as her urophilia together with me. As her gorgeous, tall and slim frame was also blessed with a pair of substantial boobs, however, I had asked her once, at a café not too long ago, to remove her bra and then pull the elastic band across her chest down, so that one of her breasts could snap out in public.Or both.

Sally had gladly obliged back then, only to notch up her game during our last encounter: She had been wearing a tailored mauve dress with a column of five vertical wooden buttons down her chest and, needless to say, we had engaged in an enthralling erotic chamber play on a park bench, across from the old vacant hotel, first, before she had peed, while still wearing her panties, sitting perpendicular on the bench.

It had been moving and mesmerizing, at the same time, to watch her empty herself, with her skirt pulled up and her spiffy, wet, black undies, which she then took off and put in the bag with the ice and the cold beer cans. Already aroused to the utmost, we had rushed across the wide street to the empty hotel, where we then couldn't contain ourselves:

When Sally had gotten her large tits back out, she kneeled down on the floor and a delirious face-fuck ensued, after which I micturated onto her large set of breasts. And then also her naked lap, while she was holding up her dress. Relieved but exhausted, we undressed still down in the lobby and then sauntered upstairs to the only furnished room, where we quickly showered and eventually twirled our loins.

Although I wanted Sally to have sex with my muse, Nguyet, at some point - possibly together with Sally's boyfriend Vu, who absolutely adored Nguyet - she wanted to meet again, just the two of us; perhaps to indulge in similar forms of debauchery, which she had admitted Vu wasn't into.

When I reminded Sally that I still wanted her to accompany me on a stroll through town - without a bra and wearing one of her light summer dresses with an elastic band across her chest, so that she occasionally could let her tits snap out if we felt unwatched - she contended that getting aroused in town but then having to drive over to the hotel would be counter-productive.

Yeah, Sally was probably right, but I couldn't think of an alternative.How could we combine both, the stroll and the visit to the hotel?Well, if she would be happy to entertain us with her naked tits again across the street from the vacant stately pile of bricks, I didn't want to spoil her plan: She had just discovered her exhibitionism and had the God-given right to explore it now.

Well, anyway: my muse Nguyet had other plans and told me that I,by all means, needed to show up at our newClinic for Erectile Dysfunctions, which we had set up recently at the empty hotel to help our friend Ly conceive, on Thursday, at eleven in the morning.There would be something to celebrate, Nguyet had written.

Oh, was Ly finally pregnant?She had been trying to conceive a child out of wedlock for at least seven months now, for which she mobilized pretty much every male member of our orgy posse.Or did Ly want to try again, this week?But that wouldn't be anything to celebrate, in the strictest sense.

I still thought of taking Sally along; she knew Nguyet, Ly, Vu - of course - his best buddy Hoang, and also Mira, should she be there. But Sally never had sex with another woman in the room, as far as I knew; apart from our very first encounter: when she and her back-then girlfriend Emily had surprised Mira and me at the only furnished room at said hotel.

But Nguyet seemed to have a concrete plan if she was so insistent I should be there. If this was again about inseminating Ly, possibly with a bunch of guys, neither of the two ladies - Nguyet nor Ly - would want Sally to be present, I was pretty sure.

Of course, I was sorta relieved when Sally told me that she was busy at work this week, anyway, and so the dilemma solved itself. We postponed her flashing her tits in public for another week, with which she seemed completely fine. So, I only asked my muse if I should bring drinks to the party, but she told me that, this time, someone else would take care of the beverages and that there would also be lunch.

I put on my best pair of dress pants and a nice shirt - if there was a celebration - clipped my fingernails, and went on my way. As I was approaching the little store, where I would usually buy drinks, I could already see Hiroshi's spiffy white Lexus being parked outside the hotel. I hadn't seen him for quite a while, but he was a cool cat: a man of the world, Japanese, who was an old-school gentleman with a sense of humor and style.

I brought my Honda into the lobby, where I also spotted Vu's and Hoang's motorcycles. Neither Ly's nor Nguyet's were here, but they obviously could have come with Hiroshi in his car. Just as pretty much every time, I still smoked a ciggy downstairs, outside, although I could have done that anywhere in the building, too.

Going up, I realized how oddly quiet it was. Like in a cathedral of church. There were no party sounds coming from the fourth floor, not even chatter or laughter, even though there was, purportedly,something to celebrate.

When I knocked on the wooden doorframe, as was my habit, although the door was already open, I didn't see anything surprising, apart from the decorations Nguyet had put up: some brightly-colored paper garlands or festoons along the wall. Nguyet, the Medical Assistant of our purported clinic, was sitting at the table and nodded with her chin at the empty seat around the corner from her for me to sit down.

Now, as I was looking past her, I saw that Hiroshi wasn't here, after all, but his driver Khoa, with whom Ly had been trying to become pregnant for five months;alas, to no avail. Next to him was Sally's boyfriend, Vu, and then Hoang on the leftmost seat, while on the forth chair, all the way to the right, there was a crate of my favorite local beer in bottles.

The lads were chatting and laughing here and there, and I spotted six freshly rinsed drinking glasses here on the table. As we were only five, I wondered if there would be one more person. Nguyet loved such surprises.But who could that be?

Anyway, Nguyet was sporting her nurse outfit again, which consisted of a white, knee-length skirt and a starched, long men's shirt of the same color, which she hadn't tucked in, of course. It was covering her midsection like a nurse's smock. Today, she wasn't wearing stockings, as it was probably just too warm for that, so I could see the few black hairs on her shins.

Which reminded me of her dense bush, under her nurse's smock, right smack in the middle. But no, I didn't mind that my muse hadn't shaved her legs accurately. Somehow, the added texture was even alluring, as was her bush, of course. For some reason, I also found it hot that she was barefoot.

The icing on the proverbial cake was, however, her little nurse's cap, which had both, a red cross and crescent on it, but it decidedly looked like she had either made it herself or bought it at a toy store.But it was cute as hell.

Nguyet loved role-plays beyond all measure and usually became completely enwrapped by whatever ruse we had come up with. Now, again: She seemed totally absorbed by the Excel sheet on her older laptop, which she had lugged here as a prop to make the whole thing more authentic. Now, she was tallying something up on her phone, before she looked at the computer screen again:

"What's there to celebrate, Ms. Nguyet?" I asked her to get the ball rolling but, also, because she seemed tense or worried.

And, yes: This arrangement didn't make sense, with Ly being absent and no other woman here, apart from Nguyet.Did the three young guys suffer from erectile dysfunctions?But that, obviously, would be no reason to have a party.

"Oh, Mister Douglas, this is all just a mess!" she lamented: "You know, the city did this thing calledBliss Sweepstakes... orBliss Lottery? I don't know if that translates well..."

Aaah. Now, it began to dawn on me where this could be heading but, of course, I wanted her to explain it to me.

"Bliss Sweepstakes? Like a raffle? Or more like a competition or contest?"

"Well, single men and women could register their name and phone number on a computer. On the internet. The participants had to pay a small fee, which the - female - winner will get. All of it. Together with a round of... you know, inter...c-course," Nguyet was hemming and hawing, after she had cleared her throat.

Oh, man. That was just too sweet.Of an idea for a role-play. Well, actually, this had been one of the three ideas we had developed together with Quyen about three months back for Ly's conception project, so that she wouldn't have to lie down on her back and humorlessly spread her awesome legs.

However, Ly wasn't here, probably because she wasn't ovulating this week, anyway, as far as I knew. But, of course, Nguyet liked the idea too much to let it disappear in the bin. Or to let only Ly act it out.

"So, over there, these are the winners? By why are there three? Did they all win?" I was playing dumb.

"See, that's another problem: somehow, the city's computer malfunctioned and notified three guys. So, they all got an email to come here this morning. For sex."

"And the money needs to be divided by three, too?" I played innocent and dumb again.

"No, only the woman receives the money. The female winner. So that's not a problem. But now, we have three young men here who are expecting... action."

Before we would see so that, I had another question, though:

"But, Ms. Nguyet: Why is the sex act going to happen here, in your clinic?"

"Well, the city wanted to do it at the provincial hospital, since it is illegal for unmarried couples to rent a hotel room together, but I felt that the hospital would be too sterile."

Nguyet was never at a loss for an answer. I thought of quipping that the local hospital wasn't particularly sterile, in the sense ofaseptic, but refrained. It was hard to suppress my laughter, though, as the whole thing was soover-the-top. And there was more:

"Now, Ms. Nguyet, do tell me: Coincidentally, you won?" I now inquired naïvely.

"Mister Douglas!" she was flabbergasted: "I would never consider doing such a thing. Pay money to, maybe, have sex?"

"That's because you're frugal? And a morally upright person?" I asked her, facetiously.

"I get enough extra sex here, at the clinic, as you well know. I don't need that," she added with a tone in her voice that indicated indignation.

Looking past her head, I finally acknowledged and greeted the three young lads over there in the waiting row, who I had known for years and who probably found the whole charade as amusing and charmingly wacky as I did. And, yes: none of them could wait to sink his teeth and cock into our ravishing mastermind-nurse's flesh here.

"But who did win, if it wasn't you?" I was curious now, of course.

"Well, the woman's name is Le Thi Thuong Ly."

"But?!"

"When I called her this two days ago, she said she didn't register on the city's website. She thinks that her sister pranked her."

Oh, this was getting better by the minute. But it was true, in a sense: Ly wasn't nearly as extrovert or adventurous as Nguyet herself, Mira, or Sally, who I was missing a bit already. And, like I said, Ly's ovulation was in maybe six days, as far as I remembered. Well, we could postpone the insemination party and meet again the following week. I mean, if Ly won the city-wideBliss-Sweepstakes?!

"Have you tried really hard to get Ms. Ly here, Ms. Nguyet?" I asked her now, just when Hoang got up to fix us some drinks.

He put ice in five glasses and then filed them all with the light local Lager beer, which was delicious and cheap as chips, at about 30 cents at simple restaurants.

"Of course, I tried. But Ms. Ly seems rather shy."

"How old is she, by the way?"

"About my age. Mid-thirties. Approaching forties, judging by her voice."

"Well, couldn't you send the young winners away, with the promise of a profuse sex session next week?! By then, we might have Mira or someone else here... and I also met another young lady who I want to introduce to you," I proposed, knowing though that Nguyet wanted to have the whole cake for herself today, for a specific reason:

Provided we all did it twice with her, that would return the internal fuck-record of our orgy troupe to Nguyet's hands - where it belonged, of course. As far as I was aware, both, Mira and Nga had done it seven times, each, on separate occasions. Our wallflower Nga had taken four or five loads up her butt, however, on that fateful day, so that we didn't really need a tiebreaker.

Nga was quite dopey when she was working together with Nguyet and me at our private English school about eight years back. Since then, she blossomed considerably and seemed to even have grown an inch or two. Nga had a very fine figure but also bursts of sensual cravings that, at least, she knew where to satisfy.

Nga was about 28 or 29 now, but still unmarried, as far as I knew, working as an English teacher in her village, fifteen miles south of our nondescript town. Actually,I need to hint to Nguyet later to invite her back to frolic with us, I made a mental note.

Nguyet had gotten up and was now talking to the three young scoundrels sitting along the wall, next to the bathroom door. Of course, they were talking in Vietnamese, but it sounded like she was explaining to them that the lady, the female winner, couldn't make it today, but if they returned the following week, there would be plenty ofBlisswaiting for them.

All three young men, who were between 24 and 29, laughed at such a preposterous proposal. They were probably insisting that they had paid money to enter the sweepstakes - and now wanted to claim their prize. I liked that Nguyet wasn't flirtatious with or throwing herself at them but kept reasoning calmly, like a good, responsible nurse would.

Perhaps, she was offering a quick blowjob, as a consolation prize? At that precise moment, I also noticed an erection, which either was triggered by the thought of fellatio or the bulge of Nguyet's little butt under her white skirt, as she was leaning forward to whisper, with her hands on her knees.

Or, my hard-on was triggered her slightly hairy shins, which evoked the image and aroma of her beguilingly large bush and pussy again.Yeah, I also loved Nguyet's little calves. Although I hadn't been invited yet to stay and participate, I lit a ciggy, and grabbed myself another beer.

When Nguyet finally returned to the table, she somehow managed to look queasy, before she told me that, no, the boys weren't gonna budge.

"Oh, Mister Douglas, they used all kinds of foul language... to get across that they, yes, really want sex."

"Oh, boy... do you like them, at least? I mean, could you imagine...?"

Nguyet totally had the hots for Vu, Sally's boyfriend, which she couldn't tell me in our ruse. And she had also had sex with Hoang, who was quite a stud: tall, handsome, with slightly wavy hair and a calm demeanor. He had broad shoulders and large hands, which he had used for years to earn a living as a plumber and electrician.

Nowadays, he actually worked with Nguyet in her office as a realtor, after having completed some extra training. The fact that Khoa was here was a bit unusual, because he was Hiroshi's - Nguyet's fiancé's - driver. Khoa's Japanese boss did have, however, some interesting kinks, among which was watching or imagining other men banging Nguyet.

I found it kinda hot that Khoa had never seen Nguyet naked, as far as I knew - but would today, in about twenty minutes or so. He was a bit short but athletic and also rather handsome. He looked a bit Japanese; perhaps, Hiroshi had given him the position of being his driver because of that.

I wasn't sure if Khoa was here with Hiroshi's consent, getting ready to sink his eager noodle into Hiroshi's fiancée, but that was between the three of them. Nguyet and I toasted and then drank, before I shrugged shoulders, sighed, and told her that she now may have to grind off the peaks of the three scoundrels' desire:

"I guess, we won't build up a nice arch of erotic suspense today, but... now that the three of them are here..."

"Mister Douglas, I gotta say that all of the them are fairly handsome," Nguyet admitted, before she turned her head and holleredBut only once!

Oh, yeah. She had given in to the situation she had created herself, and the boys were rejoicing: clapping their hands and howling.Were they aware of our internal fuck-record?I was pretty sure Nguyet was, but Hoang, Vu, and Khoa probably didn't care too much, as long as they had fun.

To stay in sync with my role at the clinic as theExternal Advisorand also to stir things a bit more, I pretended I was going to leave now. I extinguished my ciggy and finished my beer but, of course, Nguyet was flummoxed:

"Mister Douglas! You can't leave me alone with the whole bunch..." she whispered.

"You want me to watch the gangbang, Ms. Nguyet?"

"Don't you want... to come on top of me, later? Isn't that why you're here?" she asked incredulously.

Oh yeah, there it was again: her immortal phrase, which dated from that one night we once spent in Tam Ky. Still in the hotel bed in the morning, knowing that I could only do it one more time, she had asked me if I wantedto come on top of herright away or after breakfast, down in the hotel restaurant.

"Well, Ms. Nguyet, are you sure?! These are three young, healthy studs. I don't think you need me tocome on top of you, afterward..." I dabbled in modesty.

"One more won't matter," Nguyet replied nonchalantly, shrugging shoulders, and mentally readying herself for the debauchery.

Now, she took off her nurse's cap, and we had found exactly the kind of beginning for an orgy that I liked: charming, witty, lewd, and original, which was so much better than just calling everyone upto fuck together. Of course, it was utterly absurd: no town in Vietnam would run - with the rigid sexual norms here - such a sex lottery, orBliss Sweepstakes, but that didn't detract from the fun.

In fact, it added to it. We had had the thought and now, we were going to execute it. The frame was set, but we all still had enough personal freedom to make the most out of this titillating, beguiling encounter. Nobody had to remember lines or do things on cue; we had the pretext, the premise - and now would lose ourselves.Completely.

Nguyet had been playing with her little bonnet, for a few seconds, as if she had second thoughts - which she would, in real life - but now, she got up. She opened the button on the side of her skirt, before she turned again to tell the boys thatone or two should get ready and undress.

Hoang and Vu eagerly rose and took their clothes off, while Nguyet shook her little butt a bit to let gravity do its job. When the skirt was down on the floor, she stepped out and picked it up to place it over the back of her chair. Now, she unbuttoned her long, stiff, white shirt, and I saw that her light panties only had a mesh triangle on the front; similar to Sally's undies the previous week.

Of course, Nguyet looked revoltingly hot, with her light skin, clad in her long shirt, which looked like a dress that was now completely open in the front. And yes, there was her gloriously large, dense, pitch-black bush, right smack in the middle of everything: the center of my universe.