A Soap Opera: My Year of Living Dangerously (With Asian Women)
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Chapter 5: Mai and Nguyet’s Sexfight
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Mai and Nguyet’s Sexfight - 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 Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Slut Wife Humiliation Group Sex Interracial White Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Cat-Fighting Revenge
Monday morning, I arrived at the office to find Mai already there, wearing a cheap, tight black dress that was essentially lingerie masquerading as office wear. It had thin straps, a plunging neckline that completely showed her small breasts, and a hem that didn’t cover her arse or slit. Her now untamed hair, lips painted crimson, and tall slut heels completed her attire.
She pulled the dress up to her waist, a journey of four inches, bent forward, and placed her hands on the desk, and I took care of the rest. As I fucked her, we watched the security screen and sped up when we saw Nguyet park her Beamer. When Nguyet opened the door and entered, Mai was cumming loudly. She orgasmed loudly and pulled away to squirt her cum a good 2 meters and faced Nguyet.
I had warned Nguyet and told her what would be happening at the office, stressing how Mai had thrown herself at me, and how I had decided the best thing was for Nguyet to fuck her senseless and put her in her place, before firing her. I had also told Mai that was the way to get Nguyet to sexfight her, otherwise she would back down. The important thing was that I was covered no matter who won.
Forewarned, Nguyet arrived dressed for war, wearing an unbuttoned coat that opened with every step to show her tits, torso and legs. Platform shoes with five-inch heels added six inches to her height, and her long hair flowed, and her makeup was dramatic and perfect. Nguyet’s eyes locked on Mai, taking in her outfit, her confident posture, and she sneered. “So this is the new you,” she said contemptuously. “Trying so hard. It’s almost cute.”
“Mrs Sullivan,” Mai replied. “I was simply providing Mr Sullivan with something he doesn’t get at home: a good fuck.”
“I’m sure you weren’t providing him with that.” Nguyet circled Mai like a predator. “Did you think that what you were doing was fucking? I call it learning and pretending to fuck.”
“What I give him is Triple A.”
The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. “What you give him?” Nguyet mocked as she laughed harshly. “You are giving him what? An office quickie or a pathetic blowjob from someone who’s been practicing on dildos? Please. I’ve been fucking that man for twelve years. I know every inch of his body and every fantasy and desire he has ever had. You’re just a poor imitation playing dress-up.”
Mai stepped closer, still unintimidated. “If that’s true, why are you so threatened? Why did you come here dressed like that, trying to prove something? You are doing it because you are threatened by the fact I am better than you “ As she spoke, she stripped to stand in her high heels, nude with cum juice still oozing from her slit.
“I’m not threatened by you. You are a sad spinster who discovered sex at thirty-six and thinks she’s revolutionised fucking. You’re nothing special.”
“Better a whore who makes him happy than a wife he’s bored with.” Mai took another step forward. “Let’s face it. You’ve been coasting on being the, so called, hot wife. But I’m actually willing to be the real thing. To study and learn to be exactly what he needs.”
Nguyet discarded her coat. “You could never be what he needs. You don’t have,” Nguyet gestured at her own body, “anything I have. You’re flat-chested, narrow-hipped and plain-faced. You’re a practice girl at best.” Her hands cradled her cunt, and Mai’s eye took in the gold clit chain. “Yes. Look at it. I wear this because it says I am his woman and better than anyone else. Mai stiffened at the sight of it, and the fact that not only her body but her platform shoes and better body outdid Mai’s. I knew Nguyet had won the first round.
“And yet his cock gets harder for me than it does for you anymore,” she finally came up with, but it nettled Nguyet, and she slapped her. It wasn’t a soft slap, and I heard the sound it made when she did so.
Mai’s head snapped to the side, but when she looked back at Nguyet, she was smiling. “Is that all you’ve got? Physical violence? How uncivilised and desperate.”
“I could destroy you in ways you can’t imagine,” Nguyet responded.
“What? Slap me again because you are bigger.” Mai’s voice dropped to a challenge. “Let’s settle this properly. Not with words. With proof.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“A competition. You and me. Right here. We’ll find out who is the better woman. A contest that will show who is more skilled, more desirable and more worthy of having his cock.” Mai spread her cunt and continued, “Unless you’re scared that you’ll lose.”
Nguyet laughed. “Me, lose to you? Never.”
“Then prove it by sexfighting to determine who the better woman is.”
It was all going to plan as I watched my wife and my mistress face off like two boxers at the weigh-in. I walked to the door, turned the lock and twisted the blinds closed. The best part was that both women believed I had orchestrated and manipulated the other woman for her.
Nguyet stood with the confidence of a woman who knew her body was a weapon. At forty, Nguyet was spectacular. Her breasts were 33C. They were natural and sat high with only slight sag that spoke of their weight, and they mounted dark nipples on her large aureole. Her waist curved in dramatically from her ribcage, creating an hourglass that made men stop and stare. Her arse was round and perfect, firm from yoga and genetics, and between her legs, her pussy was lasered completely bare. She had long legs for an Asian, and her face was beautiful with high cheekbones, full lips and dark cat-like eyes that had first captivated me twelve years ago.
The contrast to Mai was stark, almost cruel. Her body was slight, with small 30A tits that gave her no cleavage to speak of. Her waist was narrow, but with no tits and small hips, it didn’t give the contrast Nguyet’s did. Her arse was tight and small, two handfuls at most, with no jiggle or bounce. Her pussy was now smooth like Nguyet’s, but her skin was pale where Nguyet’s was golden. Her face behind those glasses was plain, round and flat, lacking prominent cheekbones and unremarkable except for the burning intensity in her eyes.
She looked like what Nguyet had accused her of being: a pale imitation trying desperately to compete in a game she was physically unequipped for.
“Well?” Nguyet gestured at herself, then at Mai. “Still think you can compete. Look at us. You are a child playing in an adult’s world.”
Mai’s composure was black, and she met Nguyet’s scrutiny unflinchingly. “Bodies are just tools. What matters is how you use them.”
“Spoken like someone who lost the genetic lottery
Both women stood, eyeing each other like boxers before the bell. “Rules?” Mai asked.
“No rules,” Nguyet replied. “We keep going until one of us surrenders or physically can’t continue. Everything is allowed. We can use fingers, tongues, cunts, toys if we find them.” She opened her Bottega Veneta large cabat 15,000 over the shoulder bag and pulled out a large dildo. “The first one unable to continue loses. And the loser,” and her smile turned vicious, “becomes the winner’s property and her sex slave forever.”
Mai’s eyes glinted behind her glasses, but she wasn’t going to allow Nguyet to dictate everything, so she added. “Agreed, with one addition. We will tie my man naked to a chair, and he will watch, and the winner will be the one who has so drained the other she can’t stop the other blowing him. That’s how we compete to win him.”
The sexfight I had orchestrated was about to begin, but I was already the winner.
They worked together for the only time that day, pushing my office chair to the side of the room and securing me to it with duct tape. I was naked with my wrists bound to the armrests, my ankles to the chair legs, and my cock standing fully erect between my spread thighs, twitching with anticipation.
Both women stepped back, circling and eyeing each other like wrestlers before the bell rang. Normally, you would expect a buildup of kissing, then fingering. Not this time, as Nguyet struck first. She moved with the speed and precision of someone who’d been in control of every sexual encounter she had ever been in. Three steps and she had Mai against the wall, her hand between Mai’s legs, fingers roughly pushing inside her without any preliminaries.
Mai gasped, her back arching, but Nguyet gave her no time to adjust. Two fingers, then three, pumped quickly, deeply and hard, while her thumb found Mai’s clit and massaged it with practiced proficiency.
“Let’s see how quick you come, amateur,” Nguyet hissed. “Let’s see if all that practice with dildos prepared you for a real woman’s touch.”
Mai’s hands scrabbled at the wall, her legs beginning to quiver, and her glasses askew. Nguyet knew exactly what she was doing as she used angles, varying pressure and rhythms to establish control and overwhelm. Within a minute, Mai was panting. Within two, she was whimpering.
“That’s it,” Nguyet mocked. “Cum for me. Show me how weak you are and how easily it is to control you.”
Mai came with a strangled cry, her pussy clenching around Nguyet’s fingers, as her whole body shuddered. But Nguyet didn’t stop as she was on a mission. She kept finger-fucking her through the orgasm and past it, into oversensitivity, making Mai writhe and gasp against the wall.
“One,” Nguyet counted. “Let’s see how many I can drag out of you before I break you.”
She dropped to her knees, replacing her fingers with her mouth, and Mai wailed in response to the different arousal. Nguyet ate pussy like she hadn’t had a meal for days, using aggressive, skilled techniques which employed her tongue and lips and even teeth to overwhelm Mai’s resistance.
Mai’s hands fisted into Nguyet’s hair, whether trying to push her away or pull her closer, I couldn’t tell. Her hips were grinding against Nguyet’s face involuntarily, her body betraying her even as she tried to maintain control. “Stop, I can’t, Nooooo.” Mai’s protests were weak and broken, the same as the control of her body’s reactions.
Nguyet pulled back just long enough to speak. “Can’t what? Can’t handle it? Ready to surrender already?” Then her mouth went back to work, sucking Mai’s clit as her fingers pushed inside again, curling to find her G-spot.
Mai came again, harder this time, with her legs collapsing, so only Nguyet’s hands on her hips kept her upright. Liquid gushed from Mai’s quim as she squirted and coated Nguyet’s face. It was her body’s involuntary response to the overwhelming stimulation she was receiving.
“Two,” Nguyet announced, licking her lips. “You squirt quickly. That shows a lack of self-control, so let’s see how many more I can drag from you.”
She manhandled Mai to the floor, pushed her onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Mai was already responding and shuddering, but Nguyet was relentless. She positioned herself between Mai’s legs and went back to work using her tongue and fingers in a devastating combination. Mai tried to fight the approaching climax, tried to hold back, but her body had other, stronger ideas. Her third orgasm came within minutes, and it caused her back to arch off the floor and her small tits to jerk.
“Three. You’re making this too easy.”
Nguyet shifted position, straddling one of Mai’s legs and pressing her own dripping pussy against Mai’s thigh while she continued to attack her pussy with her mouth. She ground her clit against Mai’s leg, riding it while eating her out, getting her own pleasure while dominating the woman under her. The fourth orgasm ripped through Mai, her body convulsing so hard her glasses fell off, clattering to the floor. She was crying now, and tears streamed down her face, while her pussy was swollen and red from the relentless arousal it was receiving.
“Four. Should we go for five? See how quickly I can break you completely?”
Nguyet grabbed Mai’s wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand and then used her weight to hold the smaller Vietnamese woman down. Her other hand went back between Mai’s legs, and soon three fingers were exploring inside her while her thumb pressed against Mai’s arsehole with increasing pressure.
“You let him fuck your arse this weekend, didn’t you?” Nguyet’s voice was venomous. “Let me guess. It was because you were so eager to give him everything, and so desperate to prove you were adventurous.” She pushed her thumb inside Mai’s tight ring, making Mai cry out. “How does it feel having a woman do it? Not so good when you’re not in control, is it?”
She finger-fucked both of Mai’s holes simultaneously, and when her mouth returned to Mai’s clit, the triple assault was overwhelming. Mai came screaming with her fifth orgasm, her cum gushing from her quim to soak the carpet beneath them.
“Five. We’re halfway to breaking you.”
Nguyet flipped Mai over roughly, then dragged her up onto her hands and knees. She positioned herself behind Mai, spreading her arse cheeks wide, and dove in with her tongue, licking from clit to arsehole in long strokes that made Mai’s supporting arms quiver.
“It tastes so good from a defeated cunt,” Nguyet murmured between licks. “it like drinking desperation and failure.” She pushed three fingers back into Mai’s pussy from behind while her tongue worked Mai’s arsehole, the newness and taboo nature of it combined with the skilled manipulation pushed Mai over the edge again. It was her sixth orgasm, and her arms gave up the struggle, so her body collapsed and her face pressed against the floor, causing her arse to be presented, completely exposed and vulnerable.
“Six. You’re done, Mai. Just admit it.”
But then Nguyet made her mistake.
She pulled back from Mai’s body, confident in her victory, and turned toward me. She crawled forward on hands and knees, her magnificent body on display, her face wet with Mai’s fluids, her eyes triumphant.
“See this?” Nguyet spoke to Mai as she reached for my cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. “See how hard he is watching me dominate you? This is mine. He’s mine. And when I’m done destroying you, I’m going to ride this cock while you watch and realise how completely you’ve lost.”
She leant in, and her tongue licked the precum from my tip before she raised her head. “You thought you could compete with me? You thought your little tricks and desperationcould match twelve years of knowing exactly how to please this man? You’re pathetic, Mai. I’ve broken you, defeated you and made you mine.”
She took my cock in her mouth, sucking deeply while maintaining eye contact with me. “When I’m finished with him, I’m going to make you my personal toy. You’ll lick my pussy while he fucks me. You’ll clean his cum from my cunt. You’ll learn your proper place, which is beneath me in every possible way.”
Behind her, Mai was pulling herself up on shaking arms. Her face was wet from her tears, saliva and drool, and her body still shuddered and twitched from the six forced orgasms. Her pussy was swollen, red, dripping and made her look like a woman who had been sexually destroyed.
But her eyes, even without the glasses, burned with renewed fury. Nguyet was still focused on my cock, on her victory speech, on her moment of triumph. She didn’t see Mai recover and crawl forward with predatory intent. Mai closed the last two yards quickly. She grabbed Nguyet’s hips and yanked her backwards, away from my cock, pulling her off balance. Nguyet yelped as Mai used surprise, momentum and desperation to reverse their positions.
Mai’s tackle took Nguyet to the floor, where they rolled until Mai managed to end up on top of the stunned Nguyet. Before Nguyet could fully process the reversal, Mai spun around into a reverse position and lowered her dripping, still over-sensitised pussy onto Nguyet’s face.
“Your turn to learn defeat,” Mai gasped, still shaking but determined to turn the tables completely. She leant forward, spreading Nguyet’s legs, and buried her face in my wife’s pussy with a hunger for revenge.
They were locked in a sixty-nine, Mai on top, both women’s faces pressed into the cunt above the other’s thighs. The visual was so arousing to me as I sat duct-taped to the chair. I feasted on Mai’s small, abused body on top of Nguyet’s porn-like curves, both of them eating pussy with a desperate intensity.
Having recovered from the shock, Nguyet tried to regain dominance even though she was in the worst position, under Mai. Her tongue worked Mai’s clit with skill and aggression as her hands gripped Mai’s arse, spreading her butt cheeks, allowing her fingers to probe both holes of my secretary while her mouth worked its magic in conjunction.
But Mai had learned from what had gone before. She had experienced what overwhelmed her, what broke her control, and now she was applying those lessons to Nguyet’s body. Her fingers pushed inside Nguyet, first one, then two, then three, while her tongue circled her clit with increasing speed. She curled her fingers and searched to find my wife’s G-spot and pressed hard. Her other hand spread Nguyet’s arsecheeks, allowing her thumb to enter my wife’s arsehole, where she varied both pressure and depth.
Nguyet’s hips bucked involuntarily, her moan muffled against Mai’s pussy. She tried to focus, tried to maintain her technique, but Mai wasn’t giving her any respite. Her thumb fucked into Nguyet’s tight anal ring while her fingers curved inside her pussy. Being on top, Mai drew her cunt up out of reach from Nguyet’s tongue and pinned Nguyet’s arms to the floor with her knees. Only one woman could arouse now, and it wasn’t Nguyet.
“How many orgasms did you drag from me?” Mai’s voice was hoarse but steady. “Six? Let’s see if I can pass that if you don’t quit first.”
She adjusted her technique based on Nguyet’s responses. When my wife bucked harder, Mai concentrated on that spot. When Nguyet’s thighs trembled, Mai exploited the weakness she had found. She was studying, learning, adapting in real-time, applying everything she’d absorbed from porn and practice and being on the receiving end of Nguyet’s assault.
Nguyet came for the first time. It was earlier than Mai had anticipated, but it showed Mai that what she was doing was working. Her body shuddered beneath Mai’s smaller frame, the first sign of her confident dominance cracking.
“One,” Mai counted, echoing Nguyet’s earlier taunts. “That’s a start.” Mai smiled and went about her business. She didn’t stop to rest. Her fingers kept pumping, and her tongue kept working as she wriggled her thumb slightly inside Nguyet’s arse to add a new sensation to the mix.
Nguyet tried to fight back, tried to make Mai come to regain control. But her arms were pinned, making her fingers unable to get inside Mai’s cunt, and her tongue could only occasionally reach Mai’s slit. On top of this, her own pleasure was overpowering her concentration. Mai’s technique was clumsy but relentless, driven by her will to win rather than practiced skill.
“Two,” Mai announced as Nguyet came again, harder this time. “It’s just the beginning.” Nguyet’s legs were shaking, and her cunt was getting wetter every minute, and her body was starting to betray her in the same way Mai’s had. She redoubled her efforts, but from her position under Mai, they were easily countered. Mai came up for air, then pressed her forehead against Nguyet’s inner thigh, and went back to work with even more intensity.
“Three,” she counted as Nguyet came again ninety seconds later, my wife’s thighs clenching around Mai’s head. “And there is so much more to come.”
The contest had shifted completely. Nguyet was used to being in control, the one giving pleasure, the one dominating. But having it forced on her relentlessly, having her body used and manipulated without mercy, was something she was not prepared for. Nguyet came a fourth time, her cry accompanied by a panicked wail as she realised she was losing control.
They were both covered in sweat, arousal, and saliva. They were two women locked in the most intimate combat possible, each trying to force the other’s body into submission, but it was obvious, unless a miracle happened, there would only be one winner. The sounds were music to my ears, and the wet licking, muffled moans, gasping breaths, and the sound of Nguyet’s feet drumming the floor made my cock harder.
Mai pushed her thumb deeper into Nguyet’s arse while her fingers searched again for Nguyet’s G-spot, as her tongue relentlessly worked her clit with rapid flicks. The triple assault was devastating, and Nguyet came screaming into Mai’s pussy, her whole body going rigid beneath Mai’s slight frame.
“Five. I’m winning.”
But Nguyet wasn’t done. With a desperate burst of strength fuelled by pride and rage, she managed to roll them both, reversing their positions. Now Nguyet was on top in their sixty-nine, her larger body pinning Mai beneath her, and she clamped her thighs around Mai’s head.
“Not yet, you fucking bitch,” Nguyet gasped. She ground her pussy hard against Mai’s face, nearly smothering her, while her own mouth started its job on Mai’s clit.
Mai struggled beneath her, unable to breathe properly, her smaller body trapped under Nguyet’s. But her fingers were still inside Nguyet, still working, and when she curled them she found and massaged Nguyet’s G-spot while scraping her teeth along Nguyet’s abused clit until my wife came screaming. It was her sixth orgasm.
Her climax was so strong it caused Nguyet’s grip to loosen momentarily, and Mai managed to twist free, allowing both women to roll apart to opposite sides of the office, gasping for air. They stared at each other across the carpet. Both tired and worn out, trembling, and covered in woman-cum. It looked like there might be no winner as both looked too exhausted to continue.
But Mai managed to drag herself upright. She was shaky and unsteady and used the desk for support, but she stood. She staggered to where Nguyet still lay on the floor, breathing hard.
“Get up,” Mai commanded. “We’re not done.”
“I can’t,” Nguyet started.
“Get. Up.” Mai demanded in an exhausted voice. “Or surrender now and become mine.”