Chapter 3: The Chinese mother and daughter

But the revenge sex weekend in Sydney with Thuy wasn’t finished. As I wondered how my overused body would manage to carry the two small cases from our penthouse suite to the lift, there was a sharp knock at the hotel door. “Thank God,” I thought, “It’s room service, and I can get them to move the suitcases.” After all, this should be part of the penthouse suite service that Thuy, not me, had paid for.

I struggled manfully to get off the bed, but I was taking so long that Thuy grumbled, pulled on a tiny silk robe that did nothing to hide her fake tits or the cum dripping down her thighs, and answered it. However, when she opened it, there was no uniformed lackey standing poised, ready to eagerly fulfil our every whim, as long as we tipped.

No, standing there was the Chinese mother from last night’s activities at the sex club. I took a second look at the 35-year-old ex-prostitute with her full D-cup tits straining against a tight red qipao that hugged her porcelain skin to confirm. Not that I remembered what she looked like, of course. Her sharp-featured face was twisted in a predatory smile. Behind her lurked her 18-year-old flat-chested daughter, the tiny competitor from the sex club, dressed in a ripped anime uniform. Her small nipples poked through the thin blouse, and her plaid mini was short enough to flash her hairless slit.

“You think you can humiliate us and walk away?” the mother snarled in accented English, shoving past Thuy into the room, her daughter following like a feral shadow. I sat up on the bed, my cock still half-hard from the last of the Viagra, and decided it was better not to interfere. This was Thuy’s problem, not mine.

To this day, I will swear I wasn’t hiding under the sheets but that I was using them to cover my nakedness. I watched the pair circle Thuy like sharks around the USS Indianapolis survivors in 1945, the world’s largest mass shark attack. The mother moved first. She lunged at the surprised Thuy, ripping the robe off in one action, causing a now nude Thuy to stumble. “You pissed on my girl? Now we will break you,” the mother hissed, her full lips curling.

“So, you want a sexfight do you? I took you down last night at the club, and now you have come here for a repeat?” was Thuy’s aggressive, if somewhat stupid, challenge.

The mother’s reply was immediate. She took Thuy to the floor with surprising speed and strength. From her top position, her hips forced downwards in a tribbing assault that targeted Thuy’s pierced clit, before she rolled them onto their sides in 69. The daughter, eyes wild with her sexual addiction and fuelled by revenge, came in from the side. Her hands clamped onto Thuy’s thighs and spread them apart to allow her to bury her face into Thuy’s arse. Her tongue lashed sloppily with no technique, just a hunger for redemption.

I watched from the bed as the mother locked her thighs around Thuy’s head and ground her shaved pussy against Thuy’s mouth. Thuy’s tongue worked hard, lapping at the hanging cunt lips while the mother’s full lips sucked hard on Thuy’s pierced clit. They writhed on the floor in side-by-side 69, bodies slick with sweat and cum. As well as eating Thuy, the mother fingered her slit, twisting two digits in rhythm with her sucking, forcing muffled moans from Thuy. All the while, the daughter kept her face buried in Thuy’s arse, her tongue thrusting frantically into the tight hole with zero finesse. It was just raw need driving her sloppy laps and tongue probes.

The mother lifted her face from Thuy’s cunt, her lips glistening with juices, and sneered down at my Sydney getaway sex companion. “I am Chen Hua, and my daughter is Wang Lan. You pissed on her like she was a cheap whore, so now we will break you. We will stretch your holes until they gape for days, make you cum and service us, and make you beg for mercy before we piss on you in return. You will remember our names every time you sit or fuck, after what we do to your body.” To me, it sounded like prefight boasting from a 1970’s Hong Kong kung fu movie, except this was to do with sex.

As Chen Hua threatened, her daughter, Wang Lan, reached around from behind, and plunged two fingers into Thuy’s exposed cunt, pumping them roughly while her tongue stayed buried in Thuy’s arse, maintaining the double assault.

Thuy caught my eye from the floor, her gaze desperate and pleading for me to step in. I made a show of shifting off the bed to help, but straight away I clutched my leg as my body stiffened. I groaned, faking a massive cramp that locked me up and left me unable to move an inch. “You bitches better watch out,” I yelled from the bed, “if I could get up, I’d ram my cock down your throats until you choked, then fuck your arses raw and leave you begging for mercy and for Thuy to take over.”

The mother, Chen Hua, laughed at my words, her sharp features twisting in amusement. “Good, you stay there. Thanks for telling us you cannot interfere.” They turned their full focus back to Thuy. Chen Hua rolled them over so Wang Lan lay on her back on the floor, her face pressed up into Thuy’s arse as she continued to eat it out, and her legs scissoring around Thuy’s neck to immobilise her. Chen Hua lowered herself onto Thuy, pressing their tits together, and started tribbing her hard, grinding her pussy against Thuy’s pierced clit with her strong hips.

The one-sided sexfight continued on the hotel carpet as I writhed in agony on the bed, with the mother ruthlessly orchestrating it. She continued her tribbing, using her shaved pussy to expertly work over Thuy’s in slow, grinding circles that built pressure on Thuy’s most sensitive spots. Then suddenly she would change to hard thrusts to up the ante.

Thuy fought back, her abs flexing as she twisted and tried to throw off the mother, but the Chinese mother was too experienced and countered with a finger-hook into Thuy’s cunt. She quickly curled one to search for her G-spot, putting Thuy into a defensive mode. Her fingering was precise and unrelenting and drew out the first involuntary moans from Thuy. Meanwhile, the daughter underneath was a whirlwind, never slacking in her tonguing of Thuy’s arse.

Thuy made another attempt to get free, bucking frantically to dislodge either of the two Chinese. She managed to pin the daughter briefly, her toned legs wrapping around the teen’s neck in a head scissor, but the mother was more than capable of ending Thuy’s efforts. She ended Thuy’s resistance by pulling Thuy’s hair and forcing her back into 69, where she sucked Thuy’s clit ring with the power of an expensive Dyson vacuum cleaner. Her tongue flicked in patterns designed to overload with fast swirls followed by deep probes while her full lips sealed Thuy’s cunt to create suction. Her attack made Thuy’s hips jerk uncontrollably, and I could see that it was all going downhill for Thuy.

Thuy’s body tensed as she reacted to the coordinated dual assault. Her moans were low, but the volume quickly built as the mother kept up her tongue work on Thuy’s clit as she raised her cunt away from Thuy’s tongue. “Oh fuck, no, Aaaahh,” Thuy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily from the clit stimulation, as sweat started forming on her skin. The mother’s tongue work picked up speed, not only arousing Thuy’s clit but also slathering her sex trench. Thuy’s cries turned more intense. “Shit, stop. I’m, oh God, Noooooo.”

Her body shook violently, and her legs beat the floor as the orgasm ripped through her, forcing a loud scream from her throat. Juices squirted from her cunt, reaching the mother’s face, and Thuy went limp for a few seconds, panting hard. The mother pulled back just enough to smirk down at her. “That was your first cum, slut. Just the start of a long night-we have hours to break you. You wanted a sexfight, and now you have one.”

Wang Lan flipped positions quickly, straddling Thuy’s face as she lay prone on the carpet, grinding her hairless slit down hard to face-sit her. Thuy’s muffled protests turned to gasps against the teen’s cunt, her tongue forced to lap at the wet sex cave just to breathe. Chen Hua moved to kneel between Thuy’s spread legs, thrust three fingers into Thuy’s sopping wet cunt, and then drilled them in and out.

Thuy’s hips jerked in response to the mother’s fingering as she semi-choked from Wang Lan’s face-sitting, “Mmmph, no more,” she groaned into the daughter’s pussy. The answer to that was that Chen Hua’s fingering sped up the arousal on Thuy’s clit, making it even worse for Thuy. Thuy’s body stiffened, and her groans became shrieks. “Fuck, oh shit, I’m going to, agaaaain.” She spasmed as another orgasm crashed through her. Even though I had the best seat for the show, I was a little jealous as she was cumming harder than when I fucked her.

Chen Hua slid her sex juice-coated fingers out slowly, leaving Thuy’s cunt twitching and empty, but with her body still aroused. Then changed her attack, tracing light circles around Thuy’s swollen clit with just the tip of one digit, barely touching to build her need to cum. Thuy whimpered under Wang Lan’s weight, her body squirming as the teasing dragged on, her hips lifting desperately for more contact. “Please, just finish it,” she begged pitifully, but Chen Hua ignored her and kept the touches feather-light, flicking the clit ring now and then to send jolts through her. The pressure mounted slowly, and Thuy’s breathing disintegrated into to ragged gasps.

Finally, Chen Hua plunged four fingers in fully, forcing them in and out rapidly while her thumb teased her clit. Thuy’s moans escalated. “Oh God. Yes, no, stop, more. Eeiiighhhhhh.” Her body convulsed harder than before as a massive orgasm hit, and her abused slit oozed love juice onto Chen Hua’s arm. Her screams became continuous. “Fuuuuck. I’m cumming so hard,” and tears streamed down Thuy’s face as her body collapsed.

Chen Hua leant in close as she wiped the juices off her hand onto Thuy’s thigh. “We will stop if you make my daughter cum right now.” Despite hating the thought, Thuy nodded weakly and, with tears of self-hatred in her eyes, reached up with trembling hands to pull Wang Lan’s hips down. She lapped desperately at the hairless slit, tongue swirling over the clit and probing deep into the wet folds, sucking hard to draw out moans from the 18-year-old.

Wang Lan ground down faster, her small body shaking as Thuy’s experienced mouth and tongue pushed her over the edge, “Ahh, yes, I’m cumming.” Her cum stream flooded Thuy’s face as Wang Lan bucked on her face until she collapsed forward.

Chen Hua gloated at Thuy’s desperate compliance. Despite her promise, she made no move to relent, instead nodding at her daughter. They continued their attack, overwhelming Thuy in waves with the mother. She switched to fisting Thuy’s arse, her lubed fingers deep inside her shitter, and used them to stretch and stimulate, while she whispered taunts. Wang Lan kept up her frenzied attack by repositioning herself to force her fist into Thuy’s cunt alongside her mother’s anal assault.

Sensing another incoming cum from Thuy’s tonguing, Wang Lan rearranged her body and pissed down Thuy’s throat mid orgasm. The stream appeared endless, forcing Thuy to gag and swallow and left her body bent in humiliated defeat. The 18-year-old screamed in triumph as she pissed, and as the warm flood filled Thuy’s mouth and dripped down her neck, she closed her eyes as she enjoyed her revenge.

If I thought it was over, I was very wrong, as I often am. The mother ordered her daughter to bind Thuy to a chair from the room’s desk set, using one of my belts and scarves to tie her wrists behind her with her legs spread wide, exposing her dripping, abused holes. I was a bit annoyed when they commented that my belt was so long it had to encircle Thuy twice. Thuy was helpless, her secured body covered with her sweat and Wang Lan’s piss. She was still glaring daggers but too spent to fight as the pair turned their attention to me. Why hadn’t I fled when they were all occupied, I cursed to myself?