Chapter 4

They say a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. But I can’t claim to be a gentleman. Besides, all bets are off when the woman, --- But I will save that for another story.

Lan and Kim Cuc both understood what was at stake, and neither wasted any time when the finger food was circulated by the waiters to my waiting guests. Both strove to display as much nipple and tit flesh as possible or ‘accidentally’ flash their cunts to my prospective clients as they circulated. Of course, I wasn’t whoring them out to the prospective big contract clients. What do you take me for? Some sleazeball who would use women to gain a contract. However, I understood if either woman wished to do something with the overseas CEO Travel Agency bosses that helped secure a contract and therefore, please me and give them bonus points, who was I to say no?

The meal started with the Travel Agents Japanese women and Vietnamese and Chinese men with their wives somehow finding time to take their gaze off Lan or Kim Cuc or stop conversing with them to eat. The thought crossed my mind to get the men’s wives who were absent phone numbers and then blackmail the husbands, but I dismissed it. Not because of morals but it would be too hard to get their names and contact details. It was a pity that it was such an expensive restaurant we were in and I was paying for the meal as I could have taken them to a greasy spoon and they wouldn’t have noticed so intent were they on impressing Lan and Kim Cuc.

It was hard to decide which of the two was the sexiest. Lan was wearing what she had worn when she had come back from Sydney a changed woman. She was a now true 5ft 1 Vietnamese skank tottering on five-inch heels. Her black hair was dyed an orange-blonde, heavily mascara loaded, false eyelashes almost dominated her nearly over made-up face, but did not as they were overpowered by ‘huge full with double lobe lower’ botox injected lips. Look it up on the net. Two natural 32DD melons bounced in a fluro lime green halter neck string bikini top with tit flesh oozing out either side of each triangle-shaped covering. Really tight jean shorts were laminated onto a 34-inch arse and showcased two rounded arse buns, a contrast to the flat arses so many Asians have.

Looking closer, the guests could see her jean shorts were about 5 inches deep at the sides, and although skintight on her arse and pelvis the leg endings were loose and at certain angles, her naked mons would be visible. The waist of the shorts must have been about 28 or 30 inches because there was plenty of gap between the short’s waistline and her 25-inch belly. The 5ft 1 inch 21-year-old was a pocket rocket, very short with an atypical Asian body: DD cups, rounded arse and curved belly, and instead of the long torso and short stumpy legs or longer thin bandy legs, she had long, strong thighed legs with a short body. Her nipples were not overlong, perhaps half an inch whether aroused or at rest but were as thick as the tip of my middle finger, and the thin Lycra material showed her dumbbell piercings.

At first glance, the 46 Kim Cuc was at a disadvantage. She was older and only had 32A tits and although taller appeared scrawny compared to her niece. But when you looked closer you saw more. Her clothes looked elegant but were in fact elegant-slut, so tight they could have been sprayed on and showed not only the tiny size of her crotchless thong but its colour and emphasised the prominent shape of her quim and even her dangling long inner lips. With no bra, her swollen areolae and nipples were on display. Yes, Lan caught the eye immediately while Kim Cuc held it longer and planned her actions to achieve the maximum outcome. They were both insatiable in bed and it was why I needed tonight’s sexfight to determine who would stay and who would return to Vietnam.

As the meal progressed, Lan suddenly stiffened. Looking down beside me, I saw that Kim Cuc’s left leg had moved to press against Lan’s right and rub, slowly and deliberately, against the flesh of her rival. I knew it was a direct challenge and attack by the aunt. Lan responded and another surreptitious glance by me showed Kim Cuc’s nipples had hardened into spikes, aroused by the thought of initiating contact and maybe gaining a slight advantage in their sexfight before my guests that night.

Encouraged, Kim Cuc removed a high-heeled platform shoe and intensified her attack, first rubbing her shin into her niece’s calf, then slipping her naked foot down Lan’s leg to push Lan’s extreme heeled shoe off her foot. The two women’s hatred for each other slipped into combat mode as their feet wrestled and fought under the table. Lan was getting the upper hand, or in this case foot, in their under-table fight when she felt her aunt’s closest hand stroke her exposed thigh before sliding along it and head for her cunt, naked for the night’s activities.

I was distracted by the man opposite me and missed Kim Cuc leaning in close to Lan. Her firm small tits and long hard nipples uncovered by her under cup bra and visible through her thin camisole pushed into her niece’s arm, and she whispered “Are you too scared to compare cunts, niece?

Things escalated quickly as their fingers knifed beneath each other’s short skirt and unzipped jean shorts. Their breathing quickened from what was happening and the thought of their life-changing sexfight that night. Lan grabbed and restrained her aunt’s wrist while her other hand reached its target. She pressed her fingers into Kim Cuc’s slit through the crotchless tiny thong and began to explore her aunt’s cunt. She worked her slit, kneading her mound until she felt the freshly shaven pussy open and the slit between her sex lips respond and become wet.

After about a minute of this hidden finger contest, Lan reached up over Kim Cuc’s cunt and ripped down her G string, tearing it and discarding the remnants on the floor, then quickly sliding her index and middle fingers down Kim Cuc’s bare slit and forcing them upwards into her sex cave. Despite wedging herself up as hard as she could against the back of the seat there was no escape, and Kim Cuc gritted her teeth as her niece’s finger moved inside her, before two more fingers joined the trailblazers.

Kim Cuc reacted under the tablecloth with her free hand and broke Kan’s grip on her wrist and used the freedom gained to thrust fingers inside Lan’s thick-lipped mound. But Lan pulled her hips back and her aunt’s probing digits only achieved limited access. Kim Cuc persisted and her fingers parted her niece’s sex box and wormed their way to her clit. She couldn’t suppress a gasp at the size of her niece’s monstrous clit when she touched it for the first time since arriving in Australia.

My guests were engrossed in watching the tasteful entertainment I had paid for: 8 Sudanese refugee men (our Australian version of big black cocks) gangbanging 2 willing, diminutive, wailing 18-year-old Vietnamese females. Thus, they did not hear her gasp or notice what was happening below the tablecloth. Their eyes were glued to what was happening a mere 2 metres from their table as they screamed and yelled about what was happening in front of them and hoping their bets turned up trumps. All were watching, except for my 2 Vietnamese women who were going at each other hammer and tongs.

They were intent solely on winning their own private, unscripted, preliminary contest before they fought the sexfight which would determine who stayed with me as my wife in Australia and who went back to rural life in the Vietnamese Mekong delta. Fingers deep in each other’s slots, they finger-banged for permanent residence. Both wanted to drag an unwanted, noisy, embarrassing cum from the other. They stroked clits, their fingers coated with each other’s sex juices. No pain was generated with the pleasure-giving strokes, just arousal. To me, knowing what was going on, it was incredible to realise that this happening without anyone noticing.

Kim Cuc was penetrated deeply and moved her hips and squeezed her cunt muscles. Lan’s hand was trapped in her aunt’s cunt and she couldn’t move it or pull it out. Kim Cuc moved her arse as far back on the seat as she could trying to make it tough as possible for her niece while she mounted her own attack. Lan’s response was to wedge her leg between her aunt’s and use her strong thighs to force Kim Cuc’s legs apart and free her fingers. Soon she had her middle three fingers working inside her aunt’s sex cave while her thumb manipulated her aunt’s clit.

Kim Cuc became more and more aroused from her niece’s probing attacks on her honey pot. Yet she managed to sit still staring straight ahead and not show that Lan was gaining control. Her only way out was to fight fire with fire and to fuck Lan’s lights out. Their bodies were taut and I could see the tenseness in their pursed lips and beads of perspiration forming on their brow as their fingers worked up and down their holes.

“You fucking cunt,” Kim Cuc hissed and gasped at her foe, her neck strained. “I will win. I don’t care how much you want ... Oh God,” she almost sobbed, as Lan stroked her clit with her fingernail, causing a wave of excruciating pleasure to surge through her.

“You old cow, you are past it,” Lan moaned quietly. “I’ll make you cum again and again like the has been you are...” She had to stop and bite her tongue to keep from screaming as Kim Cuc launched a deep penetration of her arse hole with her fingers while her thumb massaged her clit

Lan felt Kim Cuc climax in a wave of contractions and a torrent of juices across her hard-working fingers. Kim Cuc was cumming, drowning in waves of her climax. Silently she arched her back and involuntarily thrust forward her pelvis, allowing Lan to finish her off. Kim Cuc felt her will to resist draining out between her legs in a sea of cum. She closed her eyes and the waves of pleasure created by her hated rival overwhelmed her, riding it down to the end. But she was not a quitter and soon her fingers were concentrating on her niece’s big clit and she was getting a response from the big-titted Lan which gave her hope.

I suppose I should say why I had hosted the gathering in the restaurant owned by a Japanese with a Chinese-speaking Vietnamese wife. Since the 1990s there has been a huge increase of Vietnamese workers and wives to Japanese men with over 600,000 Vietnamese legally living in Japan, so this coupling was not that rare. After a visit to Thailand and witnessing the rich Asians visiting for sex. I saw $s for me. With the aid of this restaurant and whoever won tonight’s sexfight, I was going to run high-class sex tours in the restaurant and bedrooms in the 3 stories above as it was an old hotel.

Lan slumped forward with wide unseeing eyes open, as Kim Cuc gloated. The triumphant feel of Lan’s rhythmic contractions as they went on and on lingered on her fingers. Finally, Lan felt Kim Cuc’s fingers withdraw from her pussy, leaving her exhausted from her cum. Lan raised her head to look and saw her aunt’s black eyes burning with lust, arousal and triumph. Lan could not suppress a groan as Kim Cuc’s probing hand returned to cup and fondle her wet cunt.

Kim Cuc smiled sweetly and enquired in a saccharine-flavoured voice to Kim Cuc if everything was okay or was the chilli too hot for her to handle. She squeezed her niece’s clit causing Lan to jerk up, rigid with the sudden flash of raw pleasure, her eyes wide one moment, then slowly closing, her jaw clenched, as she struggled to control herself.

I noticed the sudden movement. “Lan,” I asked, pretending I did not know the cause. “Are you alright?”

“I am okay,” she replied. “But I think I have swallowed some chilli and I think I may need to go to the restrooms. As Kim Cuc spoke, Lan continued to tweak and caress her rival’s throbbing clit, trying to force her aunt into an embarrassing scream or gasp. A lot of the guest’s eyes watched as one of Lan’s tits popped free momentarily as she stumbled to her feet and one of Kim Cuc’s small tits was fully exposed as she stood to allow Lan to pass.

When she returned my eyes warned Lan not to resume their under-the-table contest, and Kim Cuc to not continue and silently congratulate her. Luckily for me, Kim Cuc wanted to win in front of everyone and was satisfied with what she had achieved and the meal continued. I Settled back watching the two out of the corner of my eye to see nothing flared up. It didn’t so I tried to enjoy the overpriced Asian fusion dishes with their exotic names which bore no resemblance to the ingredients used.

I was interrupted by a voice from the seat beside me. I was a bit pissed off by this as I had the 4 generation Japanese women who owned Shiratori Travel Agency, the largest travel agency specialising in wealthy Japanese travellers, not the factory worker tours, as my number one target. I had mentally reserved the seat beside me for the 35-year-old mother, Natsuki Shiratori, who was dressed in a Paris chic collection style black beaded dress, one like stars wore on the red carpet to maximize the flaunted skin factor. From her swagger, I had tagged her as the face and leader of the clan so I wanted to spend maximum time with her cementing the deal. That was the purpose of me spending all that money that night. Getting the best deals and also settling the Kim Cuc/Lan staying in Australia sexfight.

I later found out The Shiratori family’s wealth came from the Industrial Revolution that accompanied the Meiji dynasty. The 60-year-old founder of the Shiratori Empire had seen a country girl Izumi starting her training at a geisha house, bought her and within one year she had seized ascendancy from his first wife and relegated his 11 mistresses to minor roles. She fucked incredibly well, had brains and so established her daughter, Hitomi, as the only child to inherit his large estate.

Hitomi was married young to strengthen a business alliance and she had a brilliant business brain but also needed constant sex, male, female, self-administered, straight or fetish. Natsuki, her daughter had the best of everything including Western Finishing school and her wealth, intelligence and contacts stretched high both in politics and business but was a lesbian and useless at business. The 18-year-old Yui had just finished Year 12 at Tokyo’s most exclusive girls school and, thanks to her mother, also played for the other side. It was a pity I only found this out later.

The 56-year-old Hitomi had made her own efforts to look designer dressed but the result only showed too much flesh on her semi-voluptuous figure and gave her a sluttish look. All my planning was wasted as she had seized the prime seat I had reserved for her daughter. And now she was pestering me, so I ignored her, pretending I hadn’t heard.

I certainly took notice of her second attempt to gain my attention. She bypassed any subtle message like pressing her thigh against mine or playing footsies under the table. She went straight for the jugular and I felt my cock being stroked through my trousers.

She turned and leaned towards me giving me a good look at her soft, fat implanted fake tits, similar to many JAV actresses in videos I had ‘accidentally’ stumbled across on the net. I prefer Western porn stars and wannabes firm, dense silicone implants, but I still looked. Hitomi whispered, “We have to leave now so we can fuck and discuss the contract and turn my granddaughter from being a lesbian into at least bi before we leave tomorrow.”

I must have looked like a stunned mullet as my brain slowly processed all this. She continued, “The only Aussie meat I have had is at McDonald’s and I want to try the real thing. And my daughter has raised my granddaughter as a lesbian and it needs reversing. Because of our travel plans, both must be done by tomorrow evening.”

No doubt it made sense to her because it didn’t to me. I didn’t want to lose possibly the biggest potential contract but how could I tell her no or finish the evening and keep in the good books of all the other potential clients? What about Lan and Kim Cuc’s sexfight? What about the money I had spent on this evening? I was paralysed, my brain and mouth frozen.

All good things come to those who deserve it. As I stared vacantly at Hitomi searching for a non-existent reply, I felt a hand plucking at my jacket sleeve. It was my new friend the owner of the restaurant. A friend as he had worked out the amount his % would be. He had a worried look on his face and I again had someone whispering in my ear, but this time the news was good.

“I am so sorry, sir, but I have just received bad news. My informant placed in the vice squad has sent a message saying the premises will be raided tonight. Unfortunately, this room must be cleared and become part of the normal restaurant if we are to continue our future plans. I am so sorry and we can reschedule tonight’s show.”

WTF. Our plans? It was all my idea. He just had premises and access to languages that were perfect. Ordinarily, I would have cut him down to size and put him in his place, but his message was perfect. I tapped my wine glass with a spoon and gained their attention, although the Sudanese took longer as they were really enjoying their work. I may have embellished a little and my guests had visions of an Elliot Ness raid in prohibition 1920s USA. I think they actually enjoyed packing up and leaving quickly, thinking they were part of some massive illegal activity. Thankfully, all of them were keen to return in 3 days. With Lan and Kim Cuc sent to separate hotels until their fight, Hitomi and I left just behind the Sudanese boys who said since I had paid them, they wanted to finish what they had started and took the two tired and sore Vietnamese females.

In her hotel room Hitomi did, well, you probably know the routine: remove the make-up, take a shower (in her case, a shallow bath), etc. I was at a loss for what to do, so I just watched it. All of it. (Well, almost all; even Hitomi didn’t want to be watched doing some things). As the make-up came off, so did the forceful businesswoman face. She looked younger than her 56 years, maybe mid-40s. But believe me, when she came to bed, it was worth the wait.

Looking at me with her black eyes, which were wide for an oriental and if there was a fault to her face, it was that her lips were a bit too generous and lush. Some fault, hey. She placed her hands on the bed presenting herself for a doggie-style fuck and asked, ““Why are you dressed? Have you changed your mind?”

Changed my mind. I would have fucked her even if I wasn’t doing it for the contract. Obviously, from the way she was presenting, her experience of Japanese and other men had been with those who thought an Asian woman’s role was to be subservient or thought they should show how macho they were.

Instead of hammering my cock into the proffered oyster I slid behind the Japanese grandmother’s widespread legs and parted her thick swollen outer lips before teasing out her long, already wet inner lips so that they hung a full inch in length. Enlarging her slit entrance with my fingers I discovered her prominent clit hood and already enlarged clit pushing past the hood edge. Hitomi spun around disconcerted by the, to her, non-normal fuck. Her eyes took in my rigid cock and bulbous, purple-coloured glans, as I was ready to go thinking of the money and turned on by her body.

Kneeling on the plush carpet I began to eat her. She shivered when I licked the insides of her thighs, and I could smell the sweet, aroma of her cunt juices long before I reached it. I slid my hands under her arse, cupping her hard cheeks and lifting her towards my mouth. I dove in.

Anything she was about to do or say never happened as I slowly raked my tongue along the length of her presented cunt, flicking the clit at the end of its journey. An involuntary shudder passed through her body accompanied by a long groan. Six times my tongue retraced the journey before I used my fingers to play with her clit stroking the hood upward and exposing more and more of the oversized sex bud, before sucking the juice off my fingers as she shuddered watching me as she twisted her torso.

Soon, even though her voice was muffled as her face was buried into a pillow, I could hear her shrieks matching her writhing as she came. And came. And CAME! Her juices weren’t merely sufficient or ample; they were copious! She flowed and flowed and flowed.

You may ask why I didn’t just fuck her doggie-style and cum in her as that was what she was expecting having been brought up in Japan thinking that fucking was for the man’s not woman’s pleasure. Was I some sort of new-age guy or believer in Tantric sex equality? Of course not. I wanted to hammer her and cum in her quickly as much as the next man.

But in my long journey in life, I had found that a display of sensitivity, tenderness and listening to what a woman’s body wanted, even if not sincere, created some strange female emotional bond foreign to us males. This resulted in repeated sex where the woman wanted to please rather than a quick one-off, and they also believed that sometimes being hammered with no thought of her pleasure was something special between you and her. Plus, this time I was also fucking for business.

Hitomi’s hips were trying to regulate the speed of my eating and help her cunt make better contact with the most pleasurable spots in her twat. I continued, timing sweeping my tongue along her cunt lips to her efforts. Sometimes up and down, sometimes varying my eating by pushing my tongue, as I hardened it into a stiff pink V, deep inside her. The taste of her cunt juices and the musky smell of her sopping slit made me ready to take her into a contract-signing mood.