Chapter 8: Hoa sexfight and Monash University

Duong was writhing underneath me noisily, spreading her legs as wide as possible to give greater access to my cock. She had cum five times, and her cunt was working overtime on my tool. It was too much for me, and with a long groan, I unloaded in her.

The thin-bodied, 5’4”, sharp-featured forty-two-year-old North Vietnamese mother of Lan looked up at me hopefully wanting more, but after ninety minutes, I was spent and done. Realising this, she began discussing our new joint business. She had access to wealthy North Vietnamese who wished to get their money out of Hanoi, fearing that a change in the upper government clique would lose the government protection of their businesses.

Duong had certainly changed in two weeks. Her short hair was now feathered and styled, she wore makeup and had consigned her old-fashioned clothes to the charity shops. I was surprised they accepted them. Her fucking had improved rapidly: importantly improving in giving me pleasure, and she was ready to try anything sexually.

As I was regaining my breath after her vigorous, uninhibited fucking I only half listened and nodded agreement as she said she needed more sexy clothes from Skin Siren to impress the clients. I came back to earth with a thud when she said, “Of course, it would be best if I wore a wedding ring and they thought I was married to you. It would give them greater confidence.”

The first two meetings went excellently, and I felt I now had two successful businesses. My original Accounting business, where the changed, now oversexed, false-titted Huyen had brought in large numbers of big accounts, was now accompanied by this new business with Duong.

At the first meeting with the Trans, I learnt the basics. They wanted money here in Oz, particularly in investments, especially in property. Here in Oz, there had been a lot of political kickback about wealthy overseas, particularly Chinese, buying property, forcing up house prices for locals and not even renting their purchased property, just leaving it vacant. New laws had been introduced, but I had ways to overcome that, especially as he had a son who was coming here to study. Duong was particularly happy as she had outdressed Mrs Tran.

The only mistake I made was to offer to do it for 10%, as they immediately accepted with no haggling. I knew then my offer was too low and considered shafting them on the purchase price of the investments I found and set up for them. I would have done it if there were only a few prospective clients, but Duong said there were going to be many, so I bit the bullet and did nothing, settling for building a reputation of being honest and trustworthy. I rectified that with our second client haggling to a 13% fee.

I phoned Huyen in Vietnam. Luckily, her father had been a major in the South Vietnamese army and, after the Vietnamese war, had spent seven years in a re-education camp eating grass and removing mines laid by the USA. She would have nothing to do with North Vietnamese immigrants, and this, backed up with some security footage of the dowdily dressed, in her mind, non-threatening Duong, meant she had no interest in that business or meeting Duong. She was happy just to see income flowing in, not knowing I was syphoning plenty out before it arrived in the main bank account.

The third meeting was different. Unlike the first two, who were businessmen, Hung Pham was a high-ranking government official, making sure his corrupt wealth was securely out of Vietnam. He was an arrogant, self-centred cunt who had probably never done an honest day’s work in his life and was accompanied by his plain wife, who had the political connections he had needed to climb the ladder, and his nineteen-year-old daughter. She was a typical spoiled Vietnamese princess who took after her dad.

Just because I could, I tried some eye contact with his wife, hoping to get a reaction and annoy him, knowing he could accuse me of nothing. She, however, demurely and shyly avoided eye contact.

But it was money, big money, so I gritted my teeth and played my part. I took him to the Crown Casino and found his Archilles heel. Most Asians are gamblers, but he was on another level, and I knew I had found his weakness. The next day, I allowed him to force my commission down, but then suggested a bet where if he won, the % would be low, if I won, it would be high.

I suggested poker, knowing not many Vietnamese played it. He countered with the Vietnamese card game Tien Len, and I lied and said I did not know it. I suggested the Aussie gambling of Two Up, which used two coins, but when I explained it, he said it was luck, not skill. After some to and froing, I suggested his wife and daughter sexfight Duong and her 18-year-old daughter. He almost jumped over the moon, and I was worried.

That night, Doung, Lan and I waited in a private room at the Dragon Boat restaurant, Melbourne’s number one Chinese restaurant. Hung Pham had insisted on it, probably after googling Melbourne’s most expensive Chinese restaurant, saying it fitted his status, and I agreed and paid to keep him hooked.

Duong wore a sleek black dress that hugged her thin 5’4” frame with the fabric tight across her narrow hips and small tits. A high slit ran up one leg, and her short hair was freshly styled, and makeup highlighted her high cheekbones and camouflaged her crow’s feet. She looked ready for business or bed. Lan wore a red mini that barely covered her arse. It too clung tightly, moulding her small tits in detail, and her long legs ended in 5-inch heels. Her face was salon make-up, and contacts had replaced her nerdish glasses.

Duong was nervous but excited before her first sexfight. I gave her a chance as Hung’s wife had looked very plain and ordinary at the office. Lan sat, her skirt riding up as she crossed her legs, and having seen her destroy Wang in their last practice sexfight, I was confident, and my mind was already spending the money from the increased commission.

The door opened, and the Phans entered. What the fuck. His wife looked 100% slut now. Gone was the plain, demure, shy wife. She wore a golden micro dress that barely covered her cunt with a top cut low 80% of her tits spilled out. Her face was whore-heavy with makeup, with red, glossy lips and heavy eye shadow. Her taut arse jigged as she walked in stilettos that matched Lan’s. This time, she locked eyes after seeing my hard-on and licked her lips.

The daughter matched her and more. She was a nineteen-year-old bitch in a silver tube top with no bra so her nipples poked through, and a skirt shorter than Lan’s. Long legs, ankle chain, hair teased big, and feeling the centre of attention. Hung led them, confident and condescending, his moustache twitching as he sneered at us. The sleazy cunt played with his gold necklace, eyes raking over Duong and Lan like they were dirt. He laughed, saying this would be easy money for him.

Hung ordered the most expensive dishes, barking at the waiter as though he owned the place. He sneered at the menu, calling it peasant food compared to Hanoi banquets. He confirmed he was a shit person, bragging nonstop about his government pull, contemptuously eying Duong and Lan.

Duong shifted uncomfortably. She was obviously intimidated by Hoa, Hung’s wife. She sat beside me, flashing tit meat and nipple, obviously flirting, looking at Duong as she did so. Lan and Vy glared across the table, and an instant dislike was obvious. Vy flipped her teased hair, muttering something about nerdy bitches in red minis. Lan shot back, calling her a slag with pretend nipples. They glared daggers through the meal, barely touching their lobster.

Hung laughed it off, stroking his moustache, saying dislike would make the sexfight better. The rules were settled: mother versus mother and daughter versus daughter, with three successive cums giving victory in each contest. Obviously, two wins by one family would mean victory, but if it were one all, then the total number of cums from both women would decide. The doors were locked, and the two daughters stripped.

Lan and Vy stood nude, bodies tense, still spitting insults. Lan called Vy a spoiled Hanoi whore. Vy sneered back, nipples pointed at Lan, calling her a pathetic wannabe with a flat arse. They circled each other, eyes blazing hate, before they locked into 69, thighs clamped around heads, cunts pressed against mouths. Their bodies writhed, hips grinding, as they fought for dominance, tongues probing deep.

Vy gained the upper hand first, getting on top and pinning Lan’s hips and tonguing her clit relentlessly. Lan thrashed under her, but Vy kept her position, adding finger-work to her cunt=eating. Lan’s body shuddered, her moans turning to cries as her first cum hit, and her juices flooded Vy’s mouth. Vy didn’t let up, sucking harder on her clit and twisting her fingers in and out.

Lan arched, swore and came again, her second in a row. Vy, needing only the next orgasm, smirked and pulled back to taunt, “Two down, one more and you’re done, nerd.” The respite gave Lan the chance to twist free, and she rolled them over to take top position. She raised her pussy from Vy’s face, and her tongue went ballistic on Vy’s slit. Vy gasped, trying to fight back, but Lan was in control.

Her fingers worked Vy’s clit, massaging circles while her tongue probed deeply. Vy cracked, her body tensing as she neared her climax. The cum was huge, ripping through Vy, causing her juices to squirt against Vy’s face. It meant Lan, with one cum on Vy, needed two more consecutive ones for victory, while Vy needed three.

I thought Vy would fight back, but the cum had been massive, and a second quickly followed. Lan kept her advantage, straddling Vy’s face to smother her while her tongue dove back into Vy’s wet cunt. She parted Vy’s legs with her knees, exposing the nineteen-year-old’s swollen slit fully and concentrated on winning. Her fingers parted the lips and rubbed the clit in fast circles, while her tongue probed. Then she reversed the procedure of tonguing and fingering.

Vy squirmed underneath, her body still recovering from the massive cum and the second follow-up, but she wasn’t done. She twisted her hips sharply and managed to hook one leg over Lan’s shoulder, flipping their positions partway. Now side by side in the 69, she fought back hard. She buried her face in Lan’s cunt, tongue lapping hungrily at the wet slit while her free hand reached around to probe Lan’s arse again. With one finger buried into the tight hole, she twisted it, slowly at first, then pumping in and out to match her tonguing.

Lan gasped, her body jerking from the dual assault. Her arse clenched around the invading finger, and sweat formed on her back, and her small tits heaved as she tried to regain focus. The fingering affected her deeply, sending arousal through her, drawing her climax close. Her hips bucked involuntarily against Vy’s mouth, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan.

Vy sensed it, muttering as she tongued, “You’re done, nerd. Cum for me now.” But Lan refused to break. She redoubled her efforts, shoving two fingers deep into Vy’s cunt while her thumb pressed hard on the clit. Her mouth latched onto one of Vy’s nipples and sucked. Vy’s body tensed and whimpered as Lan’s new attack overwhelmed her.

Lan’s arse burned from the fingering, her cunt throbbed on the edge, but she pushed through it. She curled her fingers inside Vy, finding her G-spot, while her tongue swirled faster. Vy arched, her free hand clawing at Lan’s thigh, but it was too late. The third cum and defeat washed through Vy in a wave. Her body convulsed as she squirted again, soaking Lan’s face and tits as she screamed, “No, fuck, Noooooo.”

Vy wailed in defeat, her body going limp, and it was victory for Lan, but only seconds later, the pent-up tension in her own body snapped. Lan exploded, shuddering hard as Vy’s finger still twitched in her arse and her tongue lapped weakly at her cunt. Lan rolled off, panting, her win secured by the narrowest margin.

But it was enough. My two women led one zero, and even if Duong lost, she only needed to draw 3 cums overall from Hoa for an overall win. In a consecutive 3 that was almost assured. I smiled at Hung, who glared back. Not only a gambler, but a bad loser, I thought. I hoped he didn’t welsh on bets as well.

My attention turned to the mothers. Duong and Hoa stripped slowly, peeling off their dresses. Duong’s thin body emerged, her small tits flat against her chest, narrow hips and shaved cunt exposed. She looked nervous as Hoa revealed her transformed self, no longer the woman I had mistakenly pegged as shy, conservative, and demure back at the office. Her gold micro dress dropped, showing off her bigger tits, full and heavy with dark nipples already erect.

Her body had hips that framed a long-lipped, wet pussy. A gold ring looped through her clit hood and it glittered as she opened her labia with her fingers. Hoa locked eyes with me, lips curling in a smile as she saw my cock hardening in my trousers. She held the stare, then turned back to Duong with her hand still on her pierced cunt and began rubbing the clit ring against her clit. She worked herself expertly, moaning with each breath. Her juices built quickly, and her free hand kneaded one breast, pinching its nipple.

Duong watched, frozen, as Hoa’s hips thrust forward. The squirt came suddenly and forcefully, arcing from Hoa’s cunt in a hot stream to hit Duong on her tits. Duong was humiliated as she wiped the cum from her body as Hoa laughed. She again locked eyes with me as her fingers finished their work on her pussy and she licked them clean.

The sexfight between mothers was about to start, and I now had a bad feeling about what was going to happen. I was right. It was one-way traffic from the start. Hoa circled Duong slowly, her bigger tits swaying, pierced cunt still oozing from her squirt.

Duong lunged first, desperate to prove herself, shoving Hoa against the wall. She dropped to her knees and buried her face in Hoa’s wet slit, tongue lapping at her clit frantically. Hoa moaned, spreading her legs wider, letting Duong work her. Duong’s fingers plunged into Hoa’s cunt, twisting while her mouth sucked the pierced nub. Hoa’s body tensed, hips grinding against Duong’s face, but she allowed it, smiling down at the thin Vietnamese.

Hoa came, but it was controlled, as though she had planned and enjoyed it. She grabbed Duong’s hair and pulled her upright, then took her to the floor and ground her pierced cunt into Duong’s thigh, while her fingers explored Duong’s shaved slit. Duong gasped, and her body arched as Hoa worked her clit until the first cum ripped through Duong, and her moans turned to cum cries.

Her sex-juices soaked Hoa’s hand, but Hoa didn’t stop, switching to tonguing, lapping at Duong’s cunt while also fingering her arse. Duong thrashed, but Hoa held her down, drawing out an even bigger unanswered second cum. Duong screamed as her body convulsed when the orgasm hit, leaving her panting and weak. Hoa pulled back, laughing, her eyes locking on me again, and I could see victory in them.