The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 04 - Just Wow...

As my muse Nguyet and I had already suspected, our friend Ly, a young widow, didn't want to try to get pregnant in everyone's presence, during some sort of ribald role-play. At least, Nguyet told me that Ly liked the idea of a kind of insemination-lottery with guys of our orgy posse; it sounded like Ly was already meeting two young stallions this week.

Ly had been trying to get pregnant with Khoa, another strikingly handsome young lad, who seemed to be firing blanks, though. Of course, the problem could also have been Ly's reproductive system, but she didn't want to see a doctor, as such matters were delicate.And expensive. I wasn't even sure if fertility tests were available in our small, nondescript town in Central Vietnam.

Right now, a few days before theTetholiday, all Vietnamese were really busy, anyway, but especially women. My cute and sassy ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines, however, wanted to see me, as the New Year in the Lunar Calendar didn't mean much to her. Mira obviously didn't have family in our town, either, apart from her girlfriend Hanh, Ly's niece.

Anyway, Mira and I used to hang out at a coffee shop that had a secluded veranda upstairs, to which we hadn't been for a while. Twice, Mira had jerked me off up there, one time we had even fucked, and once, my former student Thanh had presented me her black-pantyhose-clad midsection under her red miniskirt in said location.

Which wouldn't be remarkable at all if it hadn't been for the fact that Thanh had prepared the crotch of her pantyhose, so that it was open. And done without underwear, of course. When I had realized what was going on, after watching Thanh wiggle her butt for half-an-hour on her seat, I almost fell off mine. That's how revoltingly hot that scene had been.

Anyway, when I arrived at said café, I went straight upstairs, as there was only one table, but Mira would know that I would be on the second floor. I had hoped to bump into the cute, tiny waitress, Trang - who Nguyet and I had taken to the old, vacant hotel twice - but there was another young woman working today.

Shortly thereafter, I heard Mira's distinct older scooter arrive and then observed her head bobbing and jerking up the stairs. I instantly noticed that Mira had a new hairdo, which looked like a large helmet, as her - now maroon - hair was parted just above her right ear, so that all of her hair was resting in layers on top of her head. A bit like bird's nest, too.

Like a rock star, she was also sporting greenish shades and a loose, blue terrycloth sweater, which she had combined with brown needle cord pants. As she was standing right in front of me, I noticed her panty line and wondered if her little butt had become a bit more womanly over the last four months.

Mira was already 26, but her form still seemed to be shifting. She was slim and curiously feminine but also androgynous, at the same time. She had only flat disks as breasts but today, her butt, in her teddy-bear-pants, looked decidedly roundish and soft. She was also glowing, as if she was pregnant. After she sat down, she got her phone out and laughed:

"Ben, I've just been at Hanh's house. Hoang's there right now... to work on the baby, you know," she giggled: "But, he's sooo good-looking. I actually wanted to stay..."

"And conceive a baby, too? Well, Ly's 38. And she's been trying for a while, with Khoa, as you know," I replied and lit a ciggy.

"I know. But still... I would have loved to do it with Hoang and Ly," Mira giggled once more.

Mira was bisexual and together with Ly's sweet niece, Hanh, who was blind. As a result, Mira spent quite some time at their house and thus was well aware of Ly's predicament: Ly had been a widow for almost 15 years but now, after she had re-discovered her sexuality with our help, she wanted to conceive a child, before it would be too late.

Khoa, Hiroshi's handsome young chauffeur had been her first choice, as he was slated to move to Japan, anyway, but it hadn't worked out yet. We didn't know who or what the problem was, but Vietnamese women avoided gynecologists, until they got pregnant and were about to give birth. And yes, fertility treatment was too expensive for either, Ly or Khoa.

As a result, Ly had decided to switch guys, like I said earlier:

"Do you know, Mira, if it was a difficult decision for Ly to have sex with Hoang?" I was genuinely curious: "Do you talk about that with Hanh? Or Ly herself?"

Mira put her phone away and giggled again, the reason for which she was hiding from me, though. Eventually, she reminded me that Hanh knew Hoang fairly well from the little orgies we had had together, which was like a reference in a job search:

"Hoang was there with Charlie and Nguyet. And the other girl. I don't remember her name."

"Thanh," I interjected briefly.

The Thanh with the black pantyhose that was open in the crotch. Under her red miniskirt.Right here, at this table.

"Yes, anyway: Hoang was also there the day before I went back to the Philippines for three months to have surgery," Mira reminded me.

"Yes, and he was also once at the hot springs with Hanh... and all the others," I added.

"Do you know if Ly kinda wraps everything in a massage, so to speak, to make it a bit nicer than, let's say, she just lies on her back and Hoang mounts her?"

Mira giggled again, before she answered: "Douglas, I don't know how exactly they do it. But, maybe..."

"And Ly also wanted Vu to..."

"There was only Hoang," chuckled Mira, before she shrugged shoulders and revealed why she was constantly giggling:

"Charlie's coming."

"Here, to the café, or to the old hotel?"

"We'll see. We're messaging back and forth. But he wants to eat lunch at home, first."

Charlie was about 21 or 22 and incurably in love with his mother's best friend, Yen. Who loved him, too, but Yen had found the matter to offer herself to him too delicate, at first. Instead, she had sent him in Nguyet's and Mira's arms, where he warmed up quickly to sex and had become part of our orgy troupe. Yes, we all had fond memories of Charlie.

Jokingly, I suggested that Charlie could try his luck with Ly if he was back in town for two weeks. He was in his penultimate year at college in Saigon. I was worried for a split-second whether that hadn't been too much facetiousness, but Mira instantly liked the idea:

"Yes, sure, he could come on top of Ly as well," she giggled again, using Nguyet's memorable phrase.

"But they would have to do it tomorrow, at the latest, since Ly is ovulating today, apparently," Mira cracked up.

I just loved her Asian pragmatism.And her unrelenting sense of humor. Yes, Mira was a rogue, a joker, a pixie, and the two of us had done quite a few wild things together. Once, I had caught her stealing at the supermarket - with Charlie as my sheepish, inexperienced former student - after which we had taken Mira to the vacant hotel to blackmail her into sex. To satisfy her proclivity for consensual non-consent.

The hottest thing was surely how Mira had played my long-lost daughter last winter, which had lasted for three months and during which we had fucked ourselves silly; especially, when Mira had found her role-play mother in Yen, Charlie's flame. And there was no one who was into peeing during sex as much as she was. Mira particularly loved it when I pissed inside her rectum.

"I still think it would be nice if we could find a somewhat charming setting for Ly's project," I said, after I had lit another ciggy: "As hot as it is to imagine Ly on her back with spread legs and then everyone comes on top of her - to use Nguyet's phrase once more. I realize that this is serious for Ly, but there's gotta be something charming," I was thinking out loud.

Mira took another sip from her glass, before she texted Charlie, presumably, once more:

"Well, what ideas have you got already?" she eventually asked me.

Like I said, Mira knew Ly fairly well, and the two of us had had sex together with her and Khoa.Twice. That's how we had found out what their connection was: the first time, Ly had been zealous to receive both of his loads, but then the second time, it hadn't mattered. But yeah, Ly didn't seem to mind to wrap her conception into group sex or the like.

"Couldn't we set up some sort ofClinic for Erectile Dysfunction?! Ly would massage every guys' cock and then test them in her sheath. And receive load after load."

Mira chortled in her inimitable raspy teenage-boy way and nodded appreciatively, with pursed lips:

"Not bad. Okay."

"The problem is, though, that Ly doesn't strike me as very adventurous. And she doesn't seem to be blessed with an overdose of humor..."

"Or we'll pretend we need sperm from every guy," Mira had another idea.

"But those samples would go in a beaker," I reminded her: "Anyway, Nguyet could be the doctor at the clinic. And you could be the receptionist or a nurse," I chuckled this time.

As Mira was thinking about something, I added Quyen to the mix: "And there's a new girl, Quyen. You don't know her yet."

"Isn't that Sally?"

"No, Sally's name is Quynh. I'll tell you more about Quyen later."

Sometimes, I felt that my lust for Quyen had already faded a bit, and I wanted to surprise Mira with the hotel roof later, instead of just telling her. I knew she would find the new location super-cool, although she may have chosen a different outfit had I told her in advance: a skirt and stockings, perhaps, so she could fuck without undressing fully.

Like Quyen had, the first time we had been up to the roof. Anyway, as the waitress was here to refill our tea glasses, I lit another ciggy and then watched the puffs of smoke disappear into the sky. Yes, the weather was definitely warm and pleasant enough to take Mira and Charlie up on the roof. It didn't look like rain at all.

"Mira, Charlie and you have become really good friends over the last year,huh?" I asked her, as it was unusual that they would surprise me like that.

They decided he would just be there. Okay. In the past, they would have asked me the day before if it was okay for Charlie to join us. Well, he was only in town for a week or two, and he and Mira were apparently really keen on seeing each other. And they knew how much I liked him, who looked like abohemian, with his long hair, glasses, and Uncle Ho beard.

Charlie did have bisexual or homoerotic leanings, though. Once, he had insisted to jerk me off for the last minute, after I had been working in his flame Yen's glorious sheath, so that my cum would grace her fine brown labia and bush.Which had turned out to be a splendid idea, however.

"Well, we never had a doctor role-play, as far as I know," Mira giggled, steering the conversation back to Ly's predicament: "And, you're right, Ben: There's gotta be some background story for Ly. That would be much nicer than just sleeping with all these guys, just like that."

"Or, the city has started some sort ofHappiness Lottery, forTet, where citizens can sign up if they want sex, and then you get partners assigned," I tossed out another idea: "Since Ly is shy, though, her sister signed her up, because she knows Ly wants a baby..."

"That's too far-fetched, really," Mira replied slowly, after she had thought about it for a second: "No, I like the clinic better."

When I didn't say anything, she had another, albeit somewhat somber and daunting idea:

"How about there was some catastrophe... a disaster, and Ly is the only fertile woman left in the city... pandemic, volcanic eruption, earthquake. And so, every man has to have sex with her now to make sure she'll have as many children as we can. Ly's gotta save mankind," Mira was about to giggle but just blushed, instead, biting her fist.

"Jesus! Is that from some kind of horror movie or one of your Japanese comics?"

Mira did look like she got the idea from somewhere but she didn't say anything. She lovedMangas, but were they that apocalyptic? She also had a large tattoo with four pair of eyes stacked on top of each other, which were perhaps Naruto's, but that was way more cheerful.

Anyway, as Charlie had sent her another message, we didn't pursue her peculiar idea further.

"He's asking if he should come here or meet us at the hotel," Mira told me.

Well, we still had a bit left in our cups, but I was in the mood to take off and check out her new, more womanly, roundish butt. Kiss her cheeks and lick everything that's in between. Mira also had a long clit, which I hadn't seen for more than three month.

"Just tell him to meet us outside the hotel," I told Mira, taking the last sip of my coffee.

When I got up, I asked myself if she might have something special in mind for today, but then she suggested talking some more about Ly's predicament, perhaps between our first and second round of sex. Somehow, she did seem eager.

"Or, you talk to Hanh. She knows her aunt better than we do. And Hanh has a greater sense of humor than Ly does."

"My Vietnamese isn't good enough for such things," Mira replied, as she was putting on her helmet downstairs, on the sidewalk.

"Nguyet could translate," I reminded her, but then we were off.

We stopped briefly to buy some beverages and then pulled up at the old stately pile of bricks, which had already seen so much debauchery. As just discussed, Charlie was waiting outside, but whom I hadn't expected to also be there was his girlfriend Sawan from Laos.

Well, she didn't care forTet, either; they probably celebratedSongkranin April, just like they did in Thailand. Sawan had told us last summer that she didn't like group sex and now, she was looking at me trepidaciously - just as were Charlie and Mira - to see if Sawan was welcome. I didn't ask, butMira had known an hour ago that she would be here, hadn't she?

Why were they so sheepish about Sawan?!Anyway, we couldn't send her away and proceed like nothing had happened, and I appreciated meeting young folks from different countries in this part of the world. And Sawan did look attractive: tall, with tanned, smooth skin and a large heaving bosom.

Sawan's dress was quite something, too: made of thick white fabric, with tons of flowers kinda woven in and lots of tulle or net around her décolleté and down at the hem of her skirt. Said item of garment was astoundingly beautiful; she could have attended any wedding in it.Even her own.

Sawan was a tad taller than Charlie and also several years older. She looked like 27 or 28, while he was about 21 or 22. We had long gone in and were walking up the stairs, when her slim muscular calves caught my attention. Yes, she looked like an athlete: trim, lean, with absolutely no excess fat on her young body.

I had met Sawan only once: at the coffee shop we had just been to, but back then, it had been a much bigger round, with Yen's daughter Linh, Nguyet, Hiroshi, and the cute, petite waitress, Trang.

Well, the good thing about this hotel here was that there were three spots for sex now: the semi-furnished room on the fourth and the maid's chamber on the sixth floor, as well as the roof - onto which I wanted to take Mira today.Oh, well. The way Sawan was dressed, she would never agree to climbing up there, as dusty and slightly filthy the hatch was.

"I'm kinda surprised that Sawan's here," I said, as they were all expecting me to speak: "Didn't you say she doesn't like group sex?" I double-checked with Charlie, still in the stairwell.

"Well, Ben, well... yes, no..." Charlie was hemming and hawing, before he corrected me, saying thatnow it's different.

Finally, Mira and Charlie realized that I was carrying the old curtain that Quyen and I had used the previous week to micturate upon each other. Both had to smile, although they didn't know with whom I had soiled the drapes. But they both knew what washing the curtain meant. Sawan looked a bit confused but, of course, couldn't put two and two together.

One day, soon.I caught Mira looking at Sawan's calves, but then she offered to take the old brownish, ugly curtain off me, after we had fetched four glasses from the kitchen on the third floor, which Charlie was carrying. When we entered the only furnished room on the fourth floor, it looked like someone had been here, in the meantime;perhaps Ly, with Vu, to conceive?

Or Charlie?Nah, he would have said something, probably. We sat down at the table near the door, and I poured us some drinks. Mira got a large pack of cookies out of her backpack, like back in September of last year, when she had played my 18-year-old student, Sachiko, who used to see her favorite teacher once a week for chipper fornication.

For which she had sometimes brought her blind girlfriend Hanh, Ly's niece. Yes, that had been awesome, too. Mira loved slipping into various roles, which she could fill effortlessly. She had even brought her school uniform back here, to Vietnam, on her last trip to the Philippines, to make the whole thing more authentic.

I was still amazed that it still fit her, at 26. The best thing ever had been, though, when Mira demonstrated how she had looked for sugar daddies as a college student in the Philippines.

"Well, you as the nurse and Nguyet as the doctor at theClinic for Erectile Dysfunction?" I asked her once more, since Charlie and Sawan were talking in Vietnamese, across the table.

They looked kinda serious, but she was probably a good counterpart to his easygoing and flippant personality. He still reminded me of Jimmy O. Yang, the Hong Kong-Chinese actor and comedian, with his long hair and glasses. Today though, he was listening attentively; perhaps, as Sawan was taller and older than him.

Mira was spreading the Vietnamese version ofNutellaon the cookies, of which she passed us every second. I ate most of them, since Charlie and Sawan had already had lunch, as far as I knew, and I began to wonder how we could get our foursome off the ground -which was about to ensue, wasn't it?

I wasn't too fond of suchHey, let's undress and fucksituations, but there had to be a reason why Mira had hidden Sawan's presence from me, until she couldn't any longer.

"Sawan is...ahem, she's got..." Mira had just said, but then caught herself again and switched to my favorite topic: the looming role-play with Ly to help her conceive.

In a charming way.

"Yes, Ben, I think Nguyet as the doctor and me as the nurse will work best," she nodded once more, spreading more hazelnut-chocolate goodness onto the cookies.

Everyone called meBen, here in Vietnam, asDouglaswas too hard to pronounce.

"The earthquake is too dark, too apocalyptic?" I asked her, more or less rhetorically, although I was kinda fascinated by the idea.

Oh, yes... Or was that just too morbid?

"Let's ask Nguyet once more, who can translate everything for Ly. And then, they can talk about it during their weekly massage. Tomorrow, the window during which Ly can get pregnant is over, anyway, and so we have another month to come up with something," I tried to rest the case to finally take good care of Mira's new roundish butt.

Yes, Mira's bottom definitely seemed wider and plumper than Nguyet's, even though the latter was more than eight years older and of about the same height. Sawan's seemed narrow, too, although hers was difficult to size up, as it was hidden under her thick, soft dress. As if Charlie could read my mind, though, he now began to speak about her:

"Sawan works for an organization that helps students from Laos, here in Vietnam," he told us, as her English was probably fairly modest.