A Soap Opera: My Year of Living Dangerously (With Asian Women)
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Chapter 13: Iku and Dr Linh Cao showdown and more
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: Iku and Dr Linh Cao showdown and more - Those long-running TV afternoon time fillers. They consist of implausible plots, caricatures of perfect people wearing designer clothes, are filled with ever-changing feuds, backstabbing, shifting relationships, and characters who appear briefly when needed but then disappear without reason, and poor acting. But even though we know all this, we become hooked and go along for the ride. Here is a Soapie of my year living dangerously with sexfighting Asian females.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Slut Wife Incest Mother Daughter Humiliation Group Sex Interracial White Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification Cat-Fighting Revenge
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the chapters in order.
Huong, my new employee, her hands spread apart on her office desk and body bent as she balanced on 6 inch heels, groaned and pushed back as I took her again doggy-style with a one gun salute. I had attended an elite private school where cadets were compulsory, though I managed to get into the quartermasters supply section, which meant I avoided all those 20 mile marches and other crap. Although she liked being fucked in any position, this was her favourite, and it had rapidly become mine. At this point of time her cunt was doing a detail on my cock and I was close to cumming.
I knew I had to hold on because on the floor between her feet was the 10 inch micro charcoal pinstripe skirt from the purchasing spree at Skin Siren. We had just returned from the Richmond Small Business luncheon where she had dazzled the other members, 90% of whom were Vietnamese, with one of those purchases: a garment cut eight inches shorter than any office would allow, and a side slit that finished five inches below her waistband so the start of one of her arse cheeks showed whenever she walked.
I didn’t want her cum and my dripping load staining it, so I had to shift it before I came. On second thoughts, she probably would be proud to be seen in public with dried semen on the exhibitionist skirt she had proudly paraded in.
Though I had used her as a conduit to arrange sexfights among the Vietnamese community here in Melbourne for Iku, then as a tool to get more data for The Plan, which had morphed into employing her, she had proved to be a revelation. The 26-year-old single mother living in subsidised government public housing was totally loyal to me, and lied better than a government official backtracking from a non negotiable broken promise when she covered or made excuses for me. Something she had to do quite often now she was my PA, a fancy title for my unqualified secretary.
But watching her in a one off sexfight had become a regular occurrence, complete with a winning fuck when she won. She knew her limitations and only fought in the under $250 stakes, so she won regularly. As my sole employee I had a lot to do with her as the old lady next door to her in her government 20 story apartment block minded her kids when we worked overtime. I discovered, like most Asians, she was a hypochondriac, always worrying about becoming ill. She had those Asian beliefs, you know, cold weather gives you a cold, food can be inner hot and cause a sore throat.
Her newest belief was that if any man (i.e. me) got hard then unless he had release it was bad for his nerves. So she helped by using hand, mouth, cunt and arse to give me the relief, medically necessary, due to her Vietnamese beliefs as she was enthusiastically doing now.
After I unloaded in her and smiled, relieved at seeing her and my cum drip to the floor, not onto her skirt, and with the, to her way of thinking, important work for the day just completed, she told me of the phone call she had had from a Dr Linh Cao. Huong said that she wanted to discuss sexfighting against Iku with me, and that she knew nothing about this doctor. She said her English was good so I should have no trouble communicating though she added the Vietnamese I screamed when we fucked had improved. I didn’t see how phrases like, get on top, slower, I’m cumming would help with my conversation with this doctor. I wondered why she wanted to talk as Iku was now number one and Huong had never heard of this woman sexfighting in the Vietnamese community.
I stepped into the coffee shop near The Avenue private hospital in Windsor, where Melbourne’s socialites and members of the TV reality show, Housewives of Melbourne, walked in and came out looking like, well, you have probably seen Housewives of Insert your city.
A Vietnamese woman stood and beckoned me to her table. She was in her mid-thirties, around 5’6”, lean and athletic in the way of a woman who trains for health purposes rather than for display. She sat back down, body still, hands folded, in a way that somehow projected an aura of coldness. Her clothes were well above my pay grade, expensive and tailored, but would never be seen on Housewives of Melbourne as they were conservative and covered, not flaunting bare skin as was done on that reality show. I ran a experienced eye over her and put her figure at a 34B bra, 25-inch waist, 33-inch hips.
Her face was sharp, with high cheekbones, almond eyes, full lips, and her make-up was subtle, precise, and expensive, no doubt. Metal framed glasses, however, did nothing to soften her features. Her long black hair was shiny, healthy but pulled back tightly into a pony tale. Attractive, but controlled, and all the bits fitted together well. The only problem was everything about her was sterile, unfeminine and non-sexy.
I put my hand out. “Richard Sullivan. You wanted to meet me.”
She took my hand in a polite handshake, and her grip was dry, cool, and brief. “Dr Linh Cao,” she said. “Sit down.”
I may make errors of judgement: in fact I often do, but no-one can fault my preparation. ChatGPT and Gemini had told me she was the knife to the rich, and was the go-to plastic surgeon for women’s cosmetic surgery. But that was all. So I went to Quyen, who I respectfully call Bà Quyen due to her age. She was the mother of one of my longest active clients, and her parents had worked for the Yanks during the Vietnam war, so she spoke excellent American if not Australian, and knew more gossip about the Vietnamese community in Melbourne than anyone.
She smiled when she saw me, and even more so when she saw the two slabs of beer I carried, as her second son, a doctor, forbade her from drinking. From her I learnt Linh had been married, but before her husband left her, he enjoyed multiple, openly flaunted, younger mistresses, and constantly and publicly derided her lack of beauty and femininity. What I saw sitting opposite me was the result: a woman coated in protective armour, who had lost all confidence in herself as a woman and was afraid of being told those things again.
I looked again and the words that came to mind were prim and proper. I wondered whether Huong had taken the message correctly, and that perhaps Dr Cao had lured me here to abuse me for facilitating Vietnamese women sexfights.
Before I could think of how to start the conversation, she said. “I have heard that a Japanese woman connected to you is now the number one in the Vietnamese sexfight betting league. I want to fight her.”
My face must have shown my surprise at someone unknown wanting to sexfight the new top dog, Iku, and the words, “And you’ve fought who before?” escaped before I had time to think.
“Sixteen matches over three years. Sixteen victories. I’m selective about opponents,” I only fight women who interest me because they are considered special. Most live overseas, though you have seen one of them, a lawyer, Mai Duong, in action.” I remembered the attractive, high profile barrister who fought not for cash, but to prove she was a slut. “In this case your woman is Japanese and my grandfather was killed by the Japanese when they occupied Vietnam in WW2. When I win I don’t want money, just the knowledge that a Japanese woman has been beaten. by a Vietnamese woman.”
Two nights later Dr Linh Cao, Iku and I were back in familiar territory, a hotel room in the Royal Hotel.
Iku was dressed in what I now thought of as her number-one outfit: a black latex-micro halter-neck dress that fought her 36EE bolt-ons for every centimetre of fabric and lost, six-inch heels, and nothing under it. She looked like what she now was, the undefeated champion of a Vietnamese sexfight, winner take all, betting league, and a slut. Linh was covered in a different conservative outfit from the one in the coffee shop. This one was low-heeled court shoes, a cream silk blouse buttoned to the throat, and black tailored pants. New day, same shit.
“So, this is her,” Linh said in a bored voice. “The plastic Japanese one.” Her eyes travelled over Iku’s bolt-ons with professional assessment. “Those implants are well-placed but too large for your frame. The surgeon was skilled but indulged your obvious request for shock value over aesthetics.”
Iku bristled. “They serve their purpose.”
“We’ll see.” Dr Cao turned to me, and her smile became predatory. “I should clarify the stakes immediately. I’m not fighting to win money. If lightning struck twice and I lost, then you will receive $50,000.” She crossed the space to stand directly in front of Iku and threatened. “But when I win,” she said menacingly, “I’m going to fuck Richard thoroughly. Use him for 24 hours, then return him with you knowing you are inferior. That’s my prize, not your cash, but you knowing I am better than you in every way.”
I managed to keep my expression carefully neutral, but Iku interjected. “That’s not,” Iku started, but Dr Cao cut her off.
“Are you refusing? Then you forfeit, and that news becomes public.” She turned to face me. “So it goes ahead unless you’re not confident in your woman’s abilities?”
The trap was perfect. Refuse and appear weak. Accept and let Iku sexfight with this psychological bomb ticking in her head. Iku looked at me, seeking ... what? Reassurance? Permission? I met her eyes. “Your choice, Iku. But I trust your abilities.” That was enough, and she quickly agreed.
Iku went with a verbal attack. She looked Linh up and down, mentally comparing what Linh was wearing versus what she wasn’t. “You came to a sexfight dressed for a board meeting, in 1960,” she spat out. “This is 2026, and you are sexfighting a real woman.”
“I’ve destroyed better pretend sluts than you,” Linh said, unbuttoning her blouse, “Sixteen fights. Sixteen wins against women who don’t get out of bed to sexfight for less than $100,000. You’re a new number one in a league of housewives and shop assistants. I am slumming, taking you on.”
“Sixteen wins against women who live in your imagination,” Iku said, pulling a strap off her shoulder, the dress collapsing to her waist looking relieved it no longer had to struggle to keep her huge boobs constrained. Her tits burst free, and she made no move to cover them. “I fought my way up from $100 house fights to a Footscray warehouse with two hundred people screaming support for the other woman who was the current number one. Strip, doctor. Or are you afraid to compare your body against this?” and she hefted a huge tit.
Linh didn’t waste time speaking. She continued unbuttoning her blouse from the top, one button at a time, unhurried and somehow, she made the conservative clothes look like a striptease by refusing to rush. What was revealed was the body I’d estimated across a coffee table: 34B, firm and symmetrical, a 25-inch waist, flat stomach with faint muscle definition, hips that flared to 33, and a bush above her long-lipped cunt.
“You’re a wannabe with a rich man’s budget,” Linh said. “I’ve seen better bodies on my operating table, and that’s before I improved them.”
“Sixteen and zero losses. Try and say that again when you’re three orgasms down, if you can still talk., bitch,” Iku said, stepping out of her heels and the pooled dress, leaving them both women nude.
They stood toe to toe before Iku went on the offensive, trying to deep-throat Linh with her tongue, while her fingers parted Linh’s bush, to attack the meaty vulva below it. When Iku’s fingers penetrated her, Linh staggered, allowing Iku to force her back against the wall. However, although at a disadvantage pressed against the wall, Linh’s tongue forced Iku’s tongue aside and went searching for her tonsils, and her fingers were in her quim.
They spread their legs for balance and support, but this opened their slits, and both women’s fingers went deeper. Soon the wet, sloppy sounds of cunt arousal reached my ears, followed by the first vocalisations of their arousal.
“Unngh! Ungh, Oohhh, Eeeeeaah.”
Next came the sight of leaking cunt juice on their thighs, and I watched the wet trails drip to the floor. From the way Linh’s body was shuddering, I knew Iku was taking control, and this was confirmed visually as I saw her fingers driving in while at the same time her thumb expertly worked over Linh’s clit.
After some minutes of this, I was frankly amazed by Linh’s ability to receive and her sexual staying power, but I could see she was weakening and that her first cum was close at hand. Her clit was pumped full of blood and throbbing, while her slit was becoming more wet and elastic, allowing easier and deeper fingering. I had only watched sexfights for a few months, so what she did was new to me. She escaped from her trapped position by reaching around Iku and driving a finger up her arse, making Iku swear and pull away.
Linh retreated to the bed to recover, but Iku quickly followed her. She clambered onto the bed and swung a leg over Linh’s face, and lowered her cunt onto Linh’s mouth before lowering her face into Linh’s slit to initiate 69. Linh didn’t respond with her own eating straight away as she was still recovering. Instead, she spread Iku’s pussy lips open with two fingers and murmured to herself, “Waxed smooth, and there’s regrowth, maybe four days.”
“Those bristles are going to rip your cunt to shreds,” Iku boasted, lifting her mouth from Linh’s pussy to do so,
Linh’s pubes were straight-haired and untrimmed, and Iku had to push her face through them to reach the cunt beneath. When she made contact, she ate her in the same way that she’d eaten Loan Hoan in the warehouse, her flat and long tongue working tirelessly, and Linh’s body flinched before it responded in arousal. When Linh’s tongue-work started, it was slower, but explored everywhere. She licked the length of Iku’s slit, bottom to top, again and again, then kept circling Iku’s clit without touching its tip until Iku’s hips started moving, chasing arousal.
Linh stopped circling with her tongue and sealed her lips around the quivering clit and sucked, and Iku’s whole body jolted, and, watching closely, I saw her nipples stiffen, and she gave an involuntary groan. It was obvious that the doctor was no full-of-bullshit novice and that meant hopefully I would have a long sexfight to watch.
Iku paid her back by going deep. She forced her tongue way inside Linh’s cunt and fucked her with it, her nose buried in Linh’s bush, and I heard wet sounds coming from Linh’s slit. Linh was responding and needy, so Bà Quyen’s intel may have been right on the mark. Iku lowered her mound onto Linh’s mouth and ground it, the four-day bristle raking her lips and chin, a foretaste of what she had threatened to do to her cunt. “Feel that?” she hissed. “That’s what a slut, who is a winner, cunt feels like.”
They ate each other for ten minutes, maybe more, with neither of them able to draw a cum, and it became an exploratory first skirmish in a long best of seven sexfight., i.e, dragging four from the other woman wins. Two mouths were working, and two pussies were responding. I started to smell the odour of sex reaching my chair and was able to distinguish between the two. Linh’s musk was heavier, built up under the bush, while Iku’s familiar scent was sharper.
It was obvious there had to be a change in tactics, and they rolled into sister scissors. Iku, from her betting sexfights, was now used to taking control and dominating the fight. She introduced her pubic bristles into the cunt battle. She pulled her hips back a few centimetres, and I thought she was breaking contact, but she was preparing. She thrust forward with short and hard movements, raking her stiff pubic bristles across the tip of Linh’s quivering clit. Linh’s body stiffened as if she had touched a live wire.
Linh went on the defensive as Iku’s prepared pubes worked their way past her slit opening, and sandpapered Linh’s inner cunt. Using her arms for support and pushing back on the mattress, Iku used the advantage her shaved cunt gave her, working her hips higher so that she could rake Linh’s cunt with longer, highly effective strokes.
“Feel that, you cunt,” Iku said, and repeated the action, slower, so there was no missing what she was doing. The three-day regrowth scoured Linh’s smooth bare outer lips, the wet walls of her cunt, and her sensitive clit-meat. Linh’s jaw tightened, and she didn’t answer, which was its own answer, as she had no reply to this attack. Linh did the only thing she could as she was outgunned. She grabbed Iku’s thighs, pulling her in so tightly their cunts were crushed together, and the bristled pussy had no room in which to work, and started a slow grinding roll trying to get control of Iku’s clit.
Bodies entwined, they humped with Linh’s arms keeping their bodies entwined together. Each woman tested and probed, receiving and giving in turn, and the first sweat appeared on both of their bodies. I knew what they were both waiting for, because I’d heard Huong talk about it. The cunt seal. The moment their lips interlocked, suction started and created a vacuum that neither woman could pull away without leaving their clit exposed and vulnerable.
But Iku continued using her pubic bristles. She slid forward hard, scissoring her legs with Linh’s, and slammed her crotch into Linh’s, her pubic bristles shredding Linh’s cunt, as the two women leant back on their hands and started tribbing, crotch against crotch until a series of loud meaty slaps filled the hotel room. Linh, despite her discomfort, slammed back, and they both grunted with each impact, causing the bed frame to knock against the wall in time with them.
“You’ll be screaming before I’m done, bitch, Iku snarled, and hammered her hips forward again.
They went at it like alley cats fighting over a thrown-away fish burger. No one gained total control, so Iku, intent on securing a quick victory, changed position. She stopped the hip slams and pressed closer, grinding forward through Linh’s bush, with the pressure of her attack lifting both their arses off the bed. But this altered the position and pressure of her cunt scraping, and a relieved Linh fucked back harder.
“Fuuuck,” Iku groaned, and I noted it, because there was worry in her voice.
Linh’s hands were on Iku’s thighs, holding her body close, and her hips moved in long rotating sweeps, and Iku’s breathing became ragged. In response, Iku didn’t go defensive. She changed tactics and went full-on kamikaze, forcing her body to start slamming at warp speed. Her efforts were short and forceful with no rhythm or technique, just violence fuelled by hatred and a refusal to lose. Each thrust dragged her short, stiff, shaved hairs over Linh’s bare lips and clit, but also aroused herself. She was betting on her own body would last longer at this frenetic pace. “You’ll cum first, you cunt,” she groaned.
“Not before you do, you Jap slut,” Linh replied as her hips met Iku’s thrusts.
Iku threw her weight into the next hammer blow and followed it with two more strong follow-ups. They went unanswered, and Linh’s leg grip around her eased. They rolled on the mattress, Iku’s cunt still grinding as their bodies twisted, and when that ended, Iku was on top.
Linh grabbed at Iku’s arse immediately, trying to roll her, but being on top, Iku had the leverage. She planted her knees into the mattress, pressed her weight down through her hips, and started fucking downward with brutal rapid strokes, using her bristled mound on Linh’s until her clit was driving down into Linh’s and mashing it against the bone behind it.
“Uuunngh, fuck,” Linh groaned, hips bucking under her, and her hands pushed at Iku’s arse, and then dragged at it, and then gripped it, and in front of my eyes the surgeon’s control came apart one thrust at a time.
Iku forced Linh’s body up against the wall. She hooked Linh’s nearest leg up over her own hip, took a fistful of the headboard, and drove her down the bed with slam after slam until Linh’s shoulders hit the wall behind the pillows. Then Iku proceeded to fuck the plastic surgeon who was trapped against the wall with nowhere to retreat. Iku was in complete control of Linh.
“Aaah, aaahh, you fucking, aaahhh,” Linh wailed. It was only a matter of time, as her hips were responding to every thrust whether she chose to or not.
“Cum for me, bitch,” Iku screamed. “Cum for me and start the journey to Loserville.”
Linh’s back arched off the bed, her body stiffened, then seized up, and she came writhing against the wall, wailing as her nails scratched tracks on the wall, and Iku held her down through all of it and kept fucking her.
Iku took advantage of the first cum the way I’d been told a champion does. She didn’t let Linh recover: she kept her weight down and worked her hips in close, spreading Linh’s slick lips with her own, and pressed in, thick cunt lips folding into thick flesh. Her taut, sweat-glistening buttocks tensed in time to each hip-propelled entry into Linh’s conquered, accepting cunt-flesh as she worked hard to destroy Linh’s cunt.
The thought of another Iku victory combined with what I was watching was too much, and my fingers found my cock. I was pleasuring myself when my jaw dropped. Iku’s attack had ceased, and she was trying to break contact. Linh had unleashed her double hanging clit lips and used them to force open Iku’s cunt and enter her. Then I heard it: a wet sucking sound from between their joined cunts, as, inside the closed space sealed by Linh’s long cunt lips, her clit went searching for Iku’s. The liquids from Iku’s arousal and Linh’s first cum mixed in the sealed space with each movement from the two women.
Then Linh’s proved to me what a monster her clit was. I had noticed its extra size during their 69, despite both of them having bigger clits than those I had seen before meeting Iku. I obviously couldn’t see inside their cunts, but I knew it was bigger than anything Iku had fought. I imagined it, thick and long and fully out of its hood, being worked against Iku’s erect one. From the despair on Iku’s face, I knew it was overpowering, bending and forcing Iku’s back until it trapped Iku’s clit between her own and the bone of Iku’s pelvis, and went to work.
I watched Iku try to pull back and break the seal, but Linh, using her long cunt lips and somehow turning her clenching muscles into vacuum cleaner-like suction, kept the trap shut and worked her hips in short rolls, grinding Iku’s trapped clit between her monster and bone. Iku’s wails of despair went up in pitch like a jet plane preparing for takeoff.
“Aaahh, you fucking, Auunghh, you cunt,” Iku wailed, and her body reacted without her permission, answering to the unstoppable stimuli Linh’s controlling clit gave to hers.
Linh’s clit was too big and strong for Iku’s. Her massive clit kept working Iku’s trapped one against Iku’s pelvic bone, and Iku’s thighs went rigid, and her hands clawed at the mattress. She accepted maybe two minutes of it before her back arched, and she came hard inside the joined cunts, her cum joining the liquid pool in their cunts until Iku collapsed against her, shaking and writhing.