The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 05 - Our new Clinic (1)
Ten days ago, I had seen Sawan, Charlie's girlfriend from Laos, naked for the very first time and was still - in a positive sense - shaken: Yes, the athletic, relatively tall young person with large tits had turned out to be a dyed-in-wool ladyboy: A woman's body with smooth, hairless, feminine skin but also a rather impressive cock and hairless ball sack in the middle.
Charlie and Sawan had indulged in a little anal round - his cock inside her butt - while Mira and I had frolicked a respectful four feet away on the same bed, before Mira had blown our new Laotian friend, with my noodle inside her pretty, tight peach from behind, after Charlie had come inside Sawan's rectum.
Charlie had already told us that he couldn't meet again this week, because of the
Tet
festivities here in Vietnam, but Mira, who was from the Philippines, as well as Sawan, who would probably celebrate the New Lunar Year in April, as they did in Thailand, should have time for a continuation of our lovely sensual round, shouldn't they?
Well, in the end, things turned out completely different, as they often did: My muse Nguyet wrote me excitedly that our masseuse Ly, who was trying to get pregnant without a husband had agreed to my idea to wrap her insemination project into a charming role-play, for which she wanted to do a trial-run this week.
Yes, Nguyet, Quyen, Mira, and I had racked our brains for weeks how we could rid the somewhat somber act of receiving sperm on the day Ly was ovulating of its dull and dreary aspects. As hot as it could be to watch a naked woman lying on her back, receiving one guy after another: there had to be more joyful and debonair ways to conceive.
Quyen had had the idea of arranging a kind of sex-lottery, where several men would win Ly for an afternoon - which surely could turn out funny and entertaining - while Mira had conceived a doomsday scenario, where Ly was the only fertile woman left in town, after a pandemic or some huge natural disaster. Which I found hot but a bit too sinister to suggest it to Ly, who didn't suffer from an excessive amount of humor.
I wasn't sure what Nguyet had told Ly, in the end, but Ly had picked our third idea: a
Clinic for Erectile Dysfunction
. Ly would massage cocks, perhaps with Nguyet's and Quyen's help, and then greedily polish every guy's rod with her sheath. Nguyet told me that Ly wanted to do a trial-run first, like I said, with just the three of us: my muse as the doctor.
This trial scenario suited me just fine, as I couldn't be the one to sire a child with Ly, anyway, since our kid would look markedly different. After trying to get pregnant with handsome Khoa - who was Nguyet's and Hiroshi's chauffeur at work - Ly had switched to Hoang, another young stud of our orgy posse, the previous month.
No one knew if Khoa was firing blanks, or if Ly herself was barren, but fertility treatment was delicate, expensive, and perhaps not even available in our town. But Ly's uterus was ticking, as she was already 38. Like pretty much every Vietnamese woman, she had married in her early twenties, but her husband had died young, perhaps as a result of the war.
As a young widow, Ly hadn't met too many decent, unmarried guys and remained single. She appeared to have abstained from sex for all those years pretty much completely until, one fateful day last May, she had given me a massage, when the young lady I wanted to take to the hot springs had to work during her long lunch break.
After the massage, Ly and I had gotten sucked into a vortex of sweet, unbridled desire, and ever since then, she had step-by-step come out of her shell. Not just emotionally but also physically, Ly had opened up, until she had even tried Golden Showers and backdoor sex and thus become a staple of out orgy troupe here in town.
Ly had a very pleasing, athletic figure, with small, firm boobs and a perfect butt. The more she opened up, the lewder she became, as all the repressed energy now knew where to find an outlet: Once, Hiroshi and I had massaged her at her parlor - since we couldn't decide on who would go first - which ended in double anal intercourse with just her natural pussy juices, as they simply kept running down her perineum.
Once, Ly had also joined Nguyet, her fiancé Hiroshi, and me at the older vacant hotel for an utterly depraved foursome, where Nguyet and Hiroshi had concurrently peed onto each other, before they had asked Ly and me to do the same, while they had started to fuck, on the same bed. Yes, Ly had caught up with most women of her generation by now but still sported a fine, firm figure, which looked like she frequented a gym. Which she didn't.
But now, she needed a baby, before it would be too late. Since we purportedly didn't know each other this week, I arrived after the two ladies at the older vacant hotel and smoked a ciggy outside, before I would go upstairs to the only furnished room of the whole building. in the lobby, Nguyet had even hung up a poster that announced the new clinic.
Yeah, Nguyet was good with graphic design and computers and had a color printer in her office. She had declared the clinic as
All Natural
, which probably meant no medication but sheer contact with an attractive woman would cure the guys' alleged health issue. Although I was in good spirits, I tried to assume my role as a grief-stricken aging male, who was seeing the doctor for his delicate problem, on my way up the stairs.
When I stepped into the frame of the open door - which we never closed, for some reason - Nguyet was sitting at the table, wearing a long white blouse like a doctor's coat, a mask, and glasses. She was pretending to be busy, reading and filling in some documents. Behind her was a row of four chairs for waiting patients to sit on, while Ly was sorting through her props on the small shelf near the double-bed.
Technically, the weather was also pleasant enough to go up to the roof: sunny, a bit windy, with a few clouds, and perhaps 80 degrees - but the role-play preparations today were too important for frivolous fornication, as Ly was probably getting a bit impatient and annoyed with her situation.
As already hinted, the plan was to meet here with a bunch of guys during the day or two Ly would be ovulating, who - one after the other - would ride her, after Ly or Nguyet, or some other young damsel, had prepared the suffering patient's rod. As much as I liked the vision of Ly lying on her back with spread legs, receiving fresh chromosome halves in our purported clinic
semed
much more charming than just letting every guy pump, until he would humorlessly empty his cock inside her.
As far as I knew, Quyen and Mira wanted to be part of the charming melee to assist and prepare the cocks, as it would take too long, otherwise. Quyen was, just like Charlie, busy this week, because of
Tet
, while Mira, my ravishing, slightly androgynous ex-colleague from the Philippines, wanted to spend time with her blind girlfriend - Ly's niece - Hanh.
"Hello...
err
Hi, is this the
Clinic for Erectile Disorder
?" I asked, clearing my throat, after I had knocked on the door frame, as my role required.
Nguyet looked at me through her glasses and nodded, but just humorlessly pointed toward the row of chairs, without saying anything. Unlike most days, her long white blouse wasn't tucked into her grey skirt, so that she did give off doctors' vibes. But her hand gesture had been cute and somewhat welcoming.
As I sat down, I also nodded at Ly, who was wearing some greenish nurse outfit, which Nguyet's mother may have tailored. Ly had her hair in a bun and also looked professional and experienced. After a minute, though, Nguyet asked me to sit with her at the table and fill in a form, which I didn't do too carefully.
At the bottom, she made me sign that I agreed to undress and
present my penis to the staff whenever they asked for it
and that they
may take photos or even shoot a video
, which would remain
confidential
, of course. Yes, Nguyet had remembered to include sufficient details for our ruse to work.
She was, together with Mira, the absolute masteress in arranging titillating situations that suspended reality and provided a stage on which joyful eroticism could unfold. What I found almost funny was that the clinic promised that
the client only
had to
