Chapter 1

It was the last competition that could alter the rankings before the Annual All Asian Sexfight Championship, and it was being held at the Tokyo Conference Centre, Shinagawa in Tokyo. It was of huge interest to the one-eyed Japanese fans as both pre-championship seeding fights involved Japanese contestants. One was a contest to determine if a Japanese would remain in the top ten, and the other was to see if a Japanese would enter the top ten.

In the first official matchup of the night, the first ‘random’ round was a double dildo, one that just happened to be the Japanese World top 9, Miyu’s, go-to event. This contest was to determine if the Japanese or Vietnamese were to be seeded in the top ten for the Annual Championship and consisted of 3 rounds.

The challenger, Wang Fei, was a 23-year-old Chinese Sharebroker from Shanghai. One of the Nouveaux rich in China now competing on the circuit, she entered, dressed stylishly in the latest European fashion house garments. She made serious money from her dealings in the first share market exchange in Shanghai, China. She was 2 years older than the 21-year-old World Number 1 Vietnamese Nha Trung, and at 5ft 7, 34B 23 32 105lbs, was confidently attractive and was one of the few contestants who would not be intimidated by Nha’s height and beauty in any future sexfight.

She had smashed every record in her charge to challenge for a spot in the top 10. Before defeating a Thai ranked 249 to gain entry into the group that could strive for the All-Asian Championship entry field of 32 she had challenged and won an unprecedented eight challenges in twenty days. Then with this number of matches ensuring her acceptance as a challenger as per rules, she targeted the woman up to the maximum 15 seeds above her who had the least time left to accept a challenge. All 29 opponents were defeated and now she was challenging the 9th ranked woman. It had taken her 71 days. No woman had managed to gain entry and challenge a top ten within three months as she had done.

She waited on stage, and waited, listening as the crowd ignored her and chanted for their sole Japanese representative in the top ten, the thirty-two-year-old, Miyu Watase. They were confident that not only would Miyu win, but after the second event there would be another Japanese in the top 10. Miyu finally entered surrounded by 6 geishas in traditional Kimonos and she was dressed like an Empress from 500 years earlier. As the 6 geishas undressed her the crowd went berserk. I am sure every Japanese had at least 4 cameras to record the event, but at last, they were both naked and the dinner suited white-gloved (why white gloves?) male MC spent 10 seconds on Wang and then a good 5 minutes introducing the shorter 5 ft 4, heavier, 120 pounds, 36C 28 39 Miyu as she played up to the crowd.

Both women had been handed their nine-inch sections of the double dong and worked them into their cunts. White for the Japanese, and red for the Chinese woman. The two sat on the raised stage floor facing each other and arranged their legs with care, right over left and then extended a left arm back for balance. A female JAV-inspired TV newsreader, complete in board tight black mini skirt and jacket, dark stockings, and a white blouse, attached a four-inch blue centrepiece so that the two contestants were joined by their dildo umbilical cord. The event was Japanese organised and from what had preceded the first Main Event I almost expected the JAV actress to be the centrepiece of a Bukkake facial.

The Japanese MC started his countdown in the traditional long, drawn-out count. “Start on the count of fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive, wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun, twoooooooooooooooooooooooo, threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, four five.”

I won’t say it was cheating, but the Japanese Miyu was ready for the quick count on four and five and drove deep into her Chinese opponent Wang while Wang was still tightening her cunt grip. The result was only an inch of middle blue was left showing with the rest buried into the Chinese woman’s cunt. A quick regrip by Miyu with her cunt muscles and another thrust, and she had a lot of the double dildo inside Wang and started fucking like a small dog humping a visitor’s leg.

Usually, this event was more a test of endurance and cunt power and also knowing when to use your hands to arouse a tit, arse or clit to make the other woman climax. Normally, the opening minutes were for searching out the opponent at a steady pace, but with her initial advantage, Miyu Watase was going for broke. She was aged 32 and ranked 9 in the world and had carried the flag for Japan as its sole top 20 international sexfighter for the past bleak years.

Miyu’s round, fake 36Ds were bouncing up and down as her ample hips drove the dong into the Chinese 22-year-old. “Umph, Umph, Umph, Umph, Umph, Umph.” The Japanese’s loud expelling of air at each thrust was like a Harley motorbike exhaust note as she forced the double-dildo deeper into Wang who was flinching and wincing as Miyu tried to destroy her cunt.

“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” A scream escaped from Wang as the dildo scraped past her uterus entrance as it was forced deeper into her cunt. Miyu pounced rolling the Chinese on her back like a turtle. She was in total control, able to not only drive with her hips but also with her powerful thick thighs. Angling her attack, she was intent on causing as much damage as possible. Push, twist, a scream, then pull out then repeat. There could be no escape and four minutes later Wang surrendered in the first of this best of 3 event. Incredible. A win not by orgasm but submission.

I was nearly drowned in the sea of rampant Japanese nationalism. You would have thought Miyu had won the world title, not the first of 3 events in a seeding contest. A proud MC auctioned off the double dildo as Miyu waited and Wang lay slumped on the raised stage. The MC and another Japanese official conferred before announcing, “Second event. Strap-on.”

Again, it may have been a coincidence, but the smile on Miyu’s and the dismay on Wang’s face showed the result. It couldn’t be better for Miyu. A specialist event that suited her low centre of gravity and strong thighs aided by Wang’s abused pussy needing a strap-on like an Eskimo needs an ice-making machine.

As the two prepared for the second round, I thought back over the evening so far. Annisa Kalalo and I had entered the Tokyo Conference Centre Shinagawa in Tokyo well before the start of this event. She was an 18-year-old Indonesian servant and a long way from her countryside upbringing and shipment to Jakarta as an unpaid servant. Sent to the capital city so she did not have to be fed by her family and with the hope she might find a husband. Now she was my future goldmine due to her natural sexfighting skills and my ability to pick opponents and manufacture bets.

She was 4ft 10 and 85 pounds and stood 5 ft 3 in her heels. A pretty, dark face, now heavily made up was framed by short hair. Her 29A 18 28 body was covered by a black semitransparent bib-like front cover which hung from a gold chain circling her neck and which left her back and sides bare. A micro-mini which ended half an inch below her slit was skin-tight for 4 inches from the top and then was flared with pleats for the remaining 2 inches. Two months before she was living in a small Javanese village in a hut with dirt floors. Now she was on five-inch heels entering, a Tokyo property that featured 18,632 square feet of meeting space with ten state-of-the-art conference rooms, including a boardroom, eight breakout rooms and a large hall accommodating up to 1500 guests: ergonomic chairs: continuous refreshment breaks: as well as Benchmark’s signature audiovisual services. All because I thought she had the potential to be a top sexfighter and earn me money.

I had flashed my gold card to gain entry to the night’s competition and after the card was passed up the chain till it eventually met a person who was able to make a decision, was then passed back down the chain and Annisa and I had gained admittance to the vast hall. With the resurgence of Japan in the last few years due to sponsorship from the 10 largest Japanese companies, Toyota, NTT, Honda, Nissan, etc, this night was also a Japanese cable TV event and the auditorium was sold out.

Half the seats were taken by the Japanese public, 25% by Toyota and other sponsor employees and the remainder for the normal clientele for this event: i.e. rich Asian sexfight gamblers plus me with my gold pass.

We had been greeted at the door by a bunch of Japanese women, their white socks bunched at the ankles, ultra-short, navy blue pleated skirts, and transparent white sailor top blouses. A parody of the loose-socks uniform pics everywhere on the internet. Instead of bowing in the manner of the official greeters in Japanese department stores, they lifted their skirts to display tight white cotton briefs with a red sun on them., the centrepiece of the “Hi-no-maru” (Japanese national flag). To me it was cringeworthy., yet the Japanese men attending couldn’t stop looking, pointing, taking photos and lingering at the lineup waiting to greet them.

I felt out of place in my cargo pants and old T-shirt as I soaked in the atmosphere courtesy of my lifetime Gold Pass. I looked around at the other non-Japanese attendees: money, power and people reeking of sexual magnetism. I had none of them, but I could look and dream. Rich Asians: Hong Kong Gangster types with their multiple girls: thick, gold chained successful Chinese businessmen flaunting their wealth, with their plain, peasant wives from the time before they were rich (now expensively dressed), in attendance to stop their husbands from finding a young gold-digger: sleazy looking Thais with their thin high cheeked slutty wives: uniformed generals with aviator sunglasses and younger uniformed “girlfriends”: trendily dressed Vietnamese men and their dressed to kill female company: Filipino middle-aged men with their scantily clad, bargirl girlfriends: sophisticated, European dressed Singaporeans and Taiwanese: nouveau rich Chinese trying to show off their wealth gained at the expense of the peasant masses and Koreans with their surgery enhanced partners. The Japanese, apart from those who had received free tickets or saved to purchase the balloted seat in the Japanese allotment, were black-suited Japanese corporate types and their clones the Yakuza members. They were all there today, looking forward to the 2 main events.

In fact, when I thought about it, there were more waiters and lackeys here in Tokyo for this last preliminary event than the combined total of competitors and audience at the first Annual All Asia sexfight Contest. Yes, it was a far cry from 1968 when, on one Uni holiday in Singapore with my best friend at Melbourne Uni, Zhi Ng, nicknamed Four (short for “Four Eyes” as he was a bespectacled Chinese from Singapore), I thought up the idea. Naturally, that gave me 75% and Four 25% of the rights and any profits. Four gladly accepted this as I had convinced him we most probably would be making a loss which would be mostly mine to pay after he paid the basic expenses. Ah, even after 2 years of Uni he did not really know me.

After two Sunday visits to the shopping malls, where the overseas servants gathered on their Sunday half-day off, we had the “All Asia 1968 Sexfight Championship” competitors. After some time spent on a Telex machine, because this was pre-internet, I had the TV rights sold cheaply to a free-to-air TV station in Italy where anything is broadcast late at night. Four and I had registered the concept, name and other names that included Asia and Sexfight. We were the owners of the Asian sexfight circuit. Sounded good, but, in reality, we had, lured by the money we offered, 11 Filipina, 9 Indonesian, 4 Vietnamese, 2 Thai and 5 Malay women and Four’s Singaporean girlfriend.

All were servants based in Singapore, except Four’s girlfriend whom he was trying to dump, and whom I talked into competing as a win would get her back into his life and, more importantly to her, back into his wallet. The advertising said an All-Asia field of 32 who had devoted their lives to being the All Asian Sexfight Champion. Hahaha. All but one were hired servants living within a 4 km radius of each other and who had never heard of sexfighting.

On the day of the event, 30 of the 32 turned up at the hotel room so I rushed across to the large restaurant opposite to try to get 2 waitresses (unfortunately higher priced than the servants) as they finished the lunch shift to make the field of 32 that we needed for the knockout competition. One of them agreed to compete but then the owner heard and, to our amazement, entered herself. With myself refereeing and doing voice-over and Four videoing it on a Pye Mk 3 black and white ex-professional TV camera we borrowed from a pawn shop on the false premise of testing before buying we recorded the action.

But the event itself was real. Two Filipinas were disqualified for catfighting during their sexfight, and after a long quarter-final, one Filipina gave her defeated sister the Filipina fist fuck, fisting her arse and cunt as the defeated sister ate her. Again, to our surprise, the last entrant, the 37-year-old Singapore Restaurant owner Ong Wee Soo, won. As a side note, Four’s girlfriend made it to the semi-final and eventually became his wife. Don’t say I never help my friends, though to be fair it is only the fear of alimony payments that keeps him married.

And then it happened. A Japanese tourist group in Italy saw a repeat on cable TV at 3am in the morning. A Vietnamese ex-boat refugee, now a Singapore Beauty Salon owner, heard from her servant, one of the contestants. Ong Wee Soo proudly displayed her cup (she had purchased it herself after the event) and Victory photos I sold her from all her fights in the event, especially her final victory over Thu Nguyen, a Vietnamese servant. I started getting enquiries as my name featured prominently and Four’s had somehow been misspelt in the fine print at the end. These queries were mainly from rich Singaporeans who had visited the Restaurant but also Japanese, Vietnamese and Filipinas. Six months later I ran the 2nd Championships using a knockout system to challenge the titleholder, Ong Wee Soo. A fresh and rested Ong Wee Soo easily defeated a tired, drained wealthy Singaporean 45-year-old in a very one-sided, disappointing final and she added both more photos to her wall and another larger cup.

I went back to the original format for the 3rd Event six months later. But six months was too short a time break so I established an annual 32 competitor event and after three years it was a genuine annual All Asia Sexfight Championship with the rules mostly as we now know them. As there were now more prospective contestants than 32 women, contestants challenged those above them for seeding during the year to be in the final 32, but this meant they needed to be rich or sponsored.

After the eighth year, I had a successful, though still underground niche product, but then Four and I received an offer from some individuals in Bangkok that we couldn’t refuse. Actually, they were more generous than I first thought when Four and I were summoned (yes that’s the right word) by 6 black-suited, white-shirted with thin black ties, complete with dark sunglasses individuals to a one-way meeting about the future of the event. To my surprise, not only were we allowed to continue living, but we actually received some cash. Four used his share to start his business career and is now a wealthy Singaporean enjoying their low taxes. Me, to quote the famous soccer player, George Best “I spent 90% of my money on women and drink. The rest I wasted.” But I did end up with a lifetime gold pass to any future contest.

The latest development has been a flood of entries from the nouveau rich in China, and a determination by the Japanese to dominate sexfighting as they do in catfighting. This was challenging the imbalance of the Vietnamese and to a lesser extent, Singaporean numbers in the ranked sexfighters. The Filipinas had dropped off quickly once I moved from local servants and a contestant needing financial security to compete.

When Annisa and I had entered one of the uniforms in a long line at the entrance door had lifted her dress and flashed her white cotton briefs at us and taken our ticket. “I am Hitomi Asoaka. I am 18 years old, number 1 and the best sexfighter in the 18s and 19s in Saitama Prefecture.” (A prefecture is what we would call a state and Saitama is immediately northwest of Tokyo and includes several of Tokyo’s commuter towns so has a large population). “There are 47 prefectures, and the next rank holder is 3 months older than me. I am the only girl under 19 sponsored by Kansai Denki and next December I will be competing in the All Japan 19s for the first time. I will take you to your table and look after it for the night so you can enjoy our Japanese victories.”

She lifted her skirt again and if she was size 6 then the white cotton briefs were size 2 and were stretched and moulded against her prominent box. If she was a man, you would not only have seen if she was big or small but what religion.

“You can take a picture,” she said.

“Why?” sneered Annisa.

We settled in our seats and the show began. Before the real stuff started, we had to enjoy the usual Japanese fetishes. First, young pop starlets and TV presenters mock fought in mud, flashing their tits and arses, squealing and laughing. Next, all the number one seeds in the open and nineteens from the 47 prefectures dressed in maid or nurse outfits were presented by the dinner-suited announcer as future international number one to the roared approval of the crowd. Hitomi wasn’t bullshitting, as she strode on stage as part of the procession.

The second activity before the main events was simply Japanese bizarre. Following the mock fights a competition between three generations of a family to break the 1995 Annabel Chong world record of 251 men in ten hours began. The contestants were all from one family: two eighteen-year and nineteen-year-old cousins, their respective mothers, and their fifty-five-year-old grandmother. They were all naked on a smaller second stage kneeling doggy-style with five long lines of Japanese men each dressed in a white shirt with a number on the back, black tie, white underpants and black socks.

Of course, I know Lisa Sparxxx in 2004 set a new record of 919 men, but the Japanese were measuring this by an Asian record. Teams of Japanese women fluffers drawn from the audience were eating the first men in the line preparing them by getting them hard for the five women on stage. A siren sounded and men ran on stage and pumped the arse or cunt or put their cock in a mouth or kneeling woman’s hand and fucked till they came to be replaced by the next. The audience women fluffers worked on the next men getting them ready and so on. Above the 5 women was a giant Seiko digital board, listing time passed, men cum and Annabel’s changing target. 251 men in 10 hours. 1 every 2.390438 minutes. Plus, it was a new world record no matter what: most men by a family of two daughters, two mothers and a grandmother. Why? Because even 1 would give a record.

After an hour the Seiko board showed: Annabel Chong’s record pace of 25 18-year-old Daughter Meguru 41 19-year-old Daughter Ayano 32 36-year-old mother Madoka 37 37-year-old Mother Reiri 37 55-year-old Grandmother Usagi 29 It was to be expected that they would take more in the early hours, but Meguru was setting a real pace.

As this was happening the third pre-contest entertainment began. Even more of the Japanese normal bizarre. A famous JAV male porn star was brought on stage by ‘scientists’ wearing black-rimmed glasses, white coats and holding clipboards. Women played with his cock till it started to drip precum when the scientists made a cast, a mould and then a rigid copy. 25 women then took turns to straddle it and worked as much as possible into their cunts at which point the “scientists” made a mark on the cast to determine the depth taken and record it on the clipboard. All this was complete with nonstop talking Japanese women hosts equipped with microphones questioning and interviewing the contestants.

This was accompanied by in the background the amplified sounds of the men in the Most Men attempt cumming and the high-pitched wails of the mother Reiri and the animal grunts of the two daughters. Two hours had passed and the clock showed the results of Reiri’s last hour surge: 46 men in an hour’s work with hands cunt and mouth. Cum dripped in a puddle beneath her cunt, her face and hair were plastered, as were her hands, arms and sides, but the clock showed: Annabel Chong Average record pace 50 18-year-old Daughter Meguru 69 19-year-old Daughter Ayano 60 36-year-old mother Madoka 61 37-year-old Mother Reiri 85 55-year Grandmother Usagi 57

Only in Japan. As they continued their record assault on the second stage the real stuff finally started and Wang Fei, the 23-year-old Chinese Sharebroker from Shanghai entered.

I had glanced at the clock when she entered and it showed: 3 hours Annabel Chong Average record pace 75 18-year-old Daughter Meguru 109 19-year-old Daughter Ayano Retired 85 36-year-old mother Madoka 82 36-year-old Mother Reiri 115 55-year-old Grandmother Usagi 85 Meguru was going flat out to catch her mother.

The door to our gold pass booth opened Hitomi Asaoka entered slid beside us at the table and spoke to me. “Is she your Filipina servant? She’s too ugly to be your Fuck Slut.”

“I’m his Indonesian woman, you lesbian bitch.”

“Indonesian. We might be related. Your mum might be my aunt because my Grandfather was a colonel in our army when we took Indonesia. He used to take 10 to 20 women a night. They were all Mikosurihan (three strokers that came quickly), not like a Japanese woman, though, after one night with him, they fought each other to get Jap cock. A lot better than the dog cock or Indonesian men they usually had.”