The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 14 - Ly has an Egg to Spare

For our friend Ly, who wanted to conceive a child without a husband in her late thirties, our orgy posse had come up with three slightly wacky, but also titillating scenarios: first, the

Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions

, then a

Bliss Lottery

- where the female winner would receive cash and a round of chipper intercourse - and third, a rather dark scenario, where Ly would be the only fertile woman left in town, after some devastating natural disaster.

Ly would then need to open her lap to all available men in the vicinity to create offspring for the battered region. I had proposed going down the roleplay path for her conception, as I didn't want Ly - who was a bit inhibited, shy, and bashful - to just lie down and spread her legs humorlessly, even though that would have been kinda hot, too.

After frolicking within the framework of our first idea - the alleged

Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions

- for several weeks, a few days ago, we had arranged for the second idea, the

Bliss Sweepstakes

, to come to fruition, but my muse Nguyet had explained that the actual winner - Ms. Ly, of course - was too shy to claim her prize. Ly had also mentioned to Nguyet on the phone that she had the suspicion that her older sister had pranked her.

But then, there had also been three male winners, instead of just one, because of a glitch in the city's computer system. Needless to say, Nguyet had arranged for that all in advance, possibly because she wanted to reclaim the internal fuck record of our orgy troupe, which had been standing at seven times in one go. Anyway, Nguyet loved such roleplays beyond all measure and indeed notched up the record to eight, although one load had only landed in her ravishing mouth.

Ly hadn't been ovulating the previous week, anyway, if I remembered correctly, and so, I anticipated that we would repeat the whole little gangbang this Monday: with Ly, instead of Nguyet, so that the former could finally get pregnant, after trying for seven months with various guys from our orgy microcosm. This time, with her available egg virtually floating in sperm, one of the billion little chromosome halves should make its way in, shouldn't it?

On Sunday evening, Nguyet sent me a message that I, yes, should be at the clinic, at the old vacant hotel, already at ten in the morning, since the female winner of the

Bliss Lottery

or

Sweepstakes

- as my muse had repeatedly called a few days ago - had agreed to be there

to receive the prize

; just as I had anticipated.

I didn't want to sire a child with Ly, though, since they would have to explain to everyone for the next five decades who the father was. So, Khoa, Hoang, and Vu - the purported winners of the

Bliss Sweepstakes

- would try their luck with Ly, while Nguyet and I would leave the room under some pretext and maybe go upstairs to the maid's chamber, after a little ceremony, during which Ly would receive her cash prize in a small red envelope.

On Monday morning, I stopped at the small store where I usually bought some beer beforehand but this time, I only got a small supply of lemonade and ice, since I remembered that there were still a few bottles of the local lager left in the crate, up in our mock-clinic. I could already see two ladies sitting on their scooters outside the hotel, perhaps 200 yards away.

But wasn't there even a third, sitting behind Nguyet, on her motorcycle?

I also found it unusual that they were waiting down there, outside.

Why didn't they go up?! And where were the guys?

When I finally stopped next to Nguyet, she took her helmet off, but immediately told me that she had to leave again in five minutes.

I now saw that Hanh, Ly's petite blind niece, was sitting behind Nguyet, for some reason. Since Hanh had recognized my voice, she turned her head in my direction and smiled at me. Yes, because of her disability, Hanh didn't leave the house much and was always keen on sensual adventures with people she trusted, as she approached the world through her hands and ears.

And nose, of course

.

That Hanh was here meant, in all likelihood, that the

Bliss Lottery

thing wasn't going to happen today. Perhaps, something had come up at Nguyet's real estate company, and she had to attend a meeting now. Or, there was a completely different reason behind the whole thing; maybe Ly did want me to have a go at her to contribute to the sperm lottery, after I had been avoiding having vaginal sex with her for a while.

"Well, Mister Douglas, something's come up, at my office. But you can go upstairs with Ms. Ly and... you know... what we talked about last week," Nguyet outlined the plan.

"But where are the three young lads, the male winners of the sweepstakes?" I was naturally curious.

"They gonna be here this afternoon. Ms. Ly will pick her favorite. But you will warm her up, so to speak," Nguyet told me further, logically not entirely consistent.

What was really behind all this, then?

Anyway, it was charming enough, and I couldn't wait to undress cuddly Hanh, who had very little sense of shame because of her blindness and was usually ready for all kinds of sweet debauchery; partially, as other forms of entertainment: TV, movies, social media, shopping, or spontaneous coffee house visits weren't available to her.

Ly was nodding at me, radiating approval; as if she wanted to confirm that what Nguyet had explained to me was good and right. Ly didn't speak English, and neither did Hanh, but the three ladies had certainly planned out the morning together. And, yes: Ly looked hot in her black skirt and red, sleeveless, tight top. She had put on make-up, including lipstick, with which she had also prettified Hanh's beautiful mouth.

And how Ly's almost white thigh was sticking out from under the stretchy fabric of her skirt was revoltingly hot. Yes, she was still nodding at me and licking her lips; perhaps, as she had observed me checking her out, sitting on her dark-green Honda

Vision

. Since we purportedly didn't know each other this morning, Nguyet now added a second round of explanations, right when I wanted to inquire about Hanh:

"Mister Douglas, you need to know that... Ms. Ly is a bit... a bit rusty, so to speak."

"What's rusty, her loins?" I inquired to play along and invite Nguyet to feed me some more charming fibs in English, before she would take off.

"Yes, everything. I think Ms. Ly didn't have sex for a while," Nguyet disclosed, whispering, before she put her mask and her helmet back on.

"But who's the girl behind you, Ms. Nguyet?" I finally asked, as it looked like Nguyet had forgotten her: "But if I'm breaking in Ms. Ly this morning, maybe it wouldn't be appropriate if she was there..."

"Ah, yes!" Nguyet exclaimed, poking the air with her vertical index finger: "I forgot: That's Hanh, Ms. Ly's niece. She is blind, as you can see, maybe. She doesn't like being alone at home, all by herself. So she just came along..."

Wonderful, how they had arranged everything

.

"Is she eighteen, at least?" I had to ask, even though I knew Hanh was 22.

We had known each other longer than Ly and I

.

"Yeah, yeah... she's long done with school," Nguyet assured me.

This was certainly one of the wackier role-plays we had engaged in during the last four or five years, but it was still superior to simply calling people up

to fuck

.

Should I ask Nguyet if Hanh also needed a good shag?

As I was about to open my mouth, Nguyet had a different idea what Hanh could do this morning, however:

"Hanh likes doing handicraft. She likes folding paper. Birds. Cranes...

Origami

, I think that's what it's called," Nguyet hollered, after she had started her engine and Hanh had gotten off.

All three ladies were grinning impishly, but I grabbed Nguyet's arm, as if I was desperate, but Nguyet only chuckled, and then Hanh extended her hand for me to hold her.

"Mister Douglas: who talks about nature and culture and eroticism all the time?! Who would be better prepared than you to prepare Ms. Ly for the ceremony, later?! And Hanh will do

Origami

, in the meantime. Make sure the two of them have a good time!" Nguyet hollered and took off, puttering.

Hanh's doing handicraft, ha! Hanhdicraft! With my cock, yeah

. Well, and so I ended up with aunt and niece, still sitting on my Honda, looking at Ly's white thighs and her heaving modest bosom, while holding Hanh's little dexterous masseuse hand. And the kicker was that there was an egg waiting a bit further up from Ly's enticing, very light thighs with their incredibly smooth skin.

Ly seemed almost proud that they, finally, had sucked me into the beguiling game of getting her pregnant, but I didn't have the heart to send the ladies off. The way they had gotten me to tacitly agree to the baby project was too charming, clever, and endearing to not relent.

Ly's husband had died early, about thirteen years ago, and all those long years, she had pretty much abstained from sex, as far as I knew. And I had been the one to awaken her again, on that fateful day last May, when my plan to go to the hot springs with Sally and Hanh had fallen through: Hanh wasn't feeling well, while Sally's boss suddenly requested her presence at work during the long lunch-break.

And Ly must have been desperate by now, after trying for six months, the last two of which she had even enlisted Hoang and Hiroshi, Nguyet's fiancé, in the baby project. Well, today was the day that I needed to come on top of Ly, as Nguyet might have put it. No, I couldn't leave and deny Ly the purposeful loin twirl, the

Bliss Lottery

planned for this morning; we had come full circle.

The only thing that didn't make sense was that Ly had brought her cute niece, Hanh. But then, Ly knew that I absolutely adored her; was Hanh here to sweeten the deal? As far as I knew, one of the ladies had to remain at the massage parlor all the time, in case customers showed up unexpectedly. That was one of the reasons why I had never seen both together at our

parties

, as Nguyet usually called them.

But then, Ly probably knew how much Hanh liked sensual adventures, because of her disability. If Hanh knew and trusted someone completely, she totally gave in to the dynamic of the moment, and we had had quite some bashes together, partially since Hanh, like I said, didn't have a strong sense of guilt or shame: period-sex, quite some peeing and, the last time we had been to the thermal springs together, even our first anal sex.

Well, since it had been me who triggered Ly's lust again, on that fateful day last May, this arrangement today made perfect sense. And the way Ly had responded back then, with her hungry, starving loins and sheath, she did enjoy sensual pleasures - of which her wish to conceive a child was now the capstone, before it would be too late.

Of course, we had brought our Hondas in, in the meantime, and closed the screeching metal door again behind us. I put the padlock through the latch, so that we would remain undisturbed, but then Hanh said something to her aunt in Vietnamese and laughed. Perhaps, she had made a comment about the smell or the unusual acoustics of the large but strangely empty building.

Yes, now we were here, the three of us, for the first time ever.

This could also be our last loin twirl ever

, I wondered, as I didn't think Ly would continue to join us here for bashes once she got pregnant. And today, I had the chance to bang aunt and niece together, for the first time ever - and possibly, the last - which was an elevating, spurring thought.

Yes, I had never thought that I would get to experience this particular kind of debauchery, and I would probably ask the two of them later what had triggered it. Yeah, it probably wasn't entirely pleasant for Hanh to be alone at home, but then, she wasn't a child anymore, and our small town was pretty safe, particularly during the day.

Or did they want to put one over on Hanh's mom, Ly's older sister, for registering the latter on the city's

Bliss Lottery

website? Nah, that was too contrived, but I was a bit surprised that Nguyet had missed the opportunity to introduce Hanh as a virgin or, at least, super-inexperienced, as young as she looked.

Maybe that would have been too over-the-top, even for Nguyet.

The funny thing was though that Hanh, at 22, probably had already had more sex than her 38-year-old aunt, Ly. Hanh had told my beloved former student Anna once that sex had been sort of a sport or pastime at the

School of the Blind

. One day, I needed to ask Hanh's girlfriend Mira if she knew more here.

Since the two relatives were chatting amiably on the way up, I didn't want to interrupt and ask something random, just to make conversation. Instead, I was just joyfully swinging Hanh's hand and arm, as she was walking in between Ly and me. Occasionally, she smiled upward in the general direction of my face, seeming ready for any kind of debauchery.

Hanh was sporting her cute little combat boots again, which she knew I adored. She had combined said footwear with a black mini-skirt and a soft, chocolate-brown top, under which I could sense her plump little chest. The top had a kind of bra woven in, but I could see fairly deeply down Hanh's bosom and décolleté, as she was really short.

When we entered the only furnished room of the whole building, Ly pretended to be astonished, as this - purportedly - was her very first time here, and then she described to Hanh what the latter couldn't see, even though she certainly remembered everything from her three prior visits here.

Or was it four?

Anyway, we settled at the table, where we opened some drinks and put ice in three glasses. To weave a bit cultural lore for our ruse today, I asked Ly to tell me a bit about Hanh and herself:

"Well, we both work as masseuses. At home," Ly told me, truthfully.

"If there are no clients, do you sometimes massage each other, too?" asked next to add a little fuel to the fire.

A question I thought was innocent, but also sexy, at the same time

. Ly blushed, however, and began typing on her phone. Perhaps, she just wanted to be precise and let Google do the translation, although what would be there to reply, apart from

yes

,

sometimes

, or

no

?!

Hanh was sitting to my right and had just said something, which I didn't understand, but my hand was on her short little forearm, so that the energy between us could flow back and forth, while Ly was still typing.

The latter was wearing, like I said, a red, tight, spiffy top without sleeves, so that the smooth light skin on her arms was illuminating the room. Her skirt also seemed new, just like her black pumps. If I had been here just with Ly, she could have stripped slowly, but now that Hanh was present, too, that wasn't going to happen.

Now, Ly was done typing, and I was surprised how long the text had grown; it almost felt like she had already prepared the piece at home and just adjusted bits here and there to answer my question:

I have already seen Hanh naked many times, of course, since we live together, and I have helped her a lot; also in the shower or the bathroom. I often touch her, too, but today I want to go further with her. And Hanh with me. We want to touch each other everywhere. We have talked about it, yesterday. She agrees

, I read, after I had scrolled all the way down with the tip of my index finger.

Wow, that's beautiful,

I thought to myself, before I nodded at Ly, and we toasted. Since I didn't want to get up and just undress, I inquired why they couldn't touch each other - or do whatever - at home. Hanh's mother, Ly's older sister, worked somewhere in town in an office, so she was out of the house for the most part of the day.

Ly smiled, looking a bit queasy, though.

And began to write again

. After I had taken another sip of my beer and helped Hanh drink, I placed my hand on her lovely left thigh, here right next to me. Hanh turned her head again, shot me another enthralling smile, and I realized again how thick and lovely her hair was: relatively short, it enwrapped her head like a helmet or a lion's mane.

And yes, Ly had done an excellent job earlier applying lipstick to Hanh's dazzling mouth; Hanh perhaps liked the unusual sensation, too.

And the taste

. Hanh's somewhat substantial little bosom was heaving already, and so I touched it, which prompted her to place her hand between my legs, close to where she presumed my cock must be.

Since Ly was still typing and the purpose of our gathering here today was clear, I briefly got up to relieve myself of my pants.

And underpants

. Ly glanced over to get a glimpse of my developing cock, but then resorted back to typing on her phone. When I had sat back down again, I slid a bit closer to Hanh, so that she was now sitting between my legs.

Since we had known each other for years and done some pretty wild things together, I now folded her skirt up to see what panties she was wearing: the light-green terrycloth ones, which I was already familiar with. But now, Ly was done again and placed her phone directly in front of me on the table, while Hanh's dexterous hand was crawling up my naked thigh:

And I didn't want to meet with a man that I don't know, without anyone else there. Sister Nguyet told me that you are nice, but one never knows. But I also want to touch Hanh today everywhere, which we cannot do at our house. We both live and work there. Even not, when my sister isn't there. We are related. But today, I am primarily here to have sex with you.

Well, it sounded like the incest taboo was too strong at their house but would be suspended today, since Ly - purportedly - was the winner of the

Bliss Sweepstakes

, and I was supposed to

warm her up a bit

. During which she could also touch her biological niece. Well, this all made sense, kind of, and I could hear church bells chime in the distance.

Yeah, wow, again

. I had never thought that Ly had such strong feelings for her petite, young niece, who was not much more than 4'9". But beautiful: Hanh had an enticing, surprisingly womanly body with fairly large boobs and a roundish butt, which both appeared bigger since she was so short. Just like her young aunt, Hanh also had smooth skin, and the morning suddenly had another layer of intense dynamic.

I motioned Ly to join Hanh and me, and so, she moved her chair. Hanh was now sandwiched between us, holding onto my stiffening cock, as if she was driving stick-shift. In her face, I detected the joy of anticipation; there was no doubt in my mind that we would tear into each other in about ten or fifteen minutes, after a little more foreplay here, at the table.

Interestingly, Ly reached for her phone again, which had still been directly in front of me, to type some more, for a third time. Since I wanted to wait and see what Ly would write, I paused the foreplay, during which I remembered the day Hanh had tried to teach her also blind friend Nhu the ropes of massages.

On Ly's body

.

Which had aroused Ly and me so much that we desperately wanted to fuck, at some point.

Up on the second floor at their house, in Hanh's massage room

. Luckily, Hanh and Nhu had retreated half-way through the massage, after which I quickly folded the lower half of the massage table down and then banged Ly, after she had made sure her snatch was aligned with the edge.

I want that Hanh is happy,

Ly had written in the meantime:

Her future husband is in the army. He was here two months back, but Hanh is often really horny now. I also want to watch her having sex. That must be cute and beautiful. Just once. But I can't watch her with Minh, her future husband. But maybe with you, today.