Dr Martins Treatise Chp 10

I stepped into the 'Your Top-Class Travel Agency' which only issued first-class overseas travel tickets clutching my Platinum American Express card in my hand. It was my department's card but I considered it mine and if my Malaysian assignment was successful maybe it would be upgraded to a paid-for by the Government and Monash University black Centurian card.

I brushed past a middle-aged employee and made a beeline for the young Asian who looked about 20 and who was wearing a Monash University Light blue, oversized, baggy tracksuit. They obviously had a relaxed work clothing standard here. You have to give it to the Asians. They are hard workers. Here was someone who probably was top of her year in Medicine or Theoretical Physics or whatever and was still working part-time.

"Did you make her, sir?" she enquired.

I thought it was a bit personal, but then I thought of the woman clinging to my arm. Her name was Nural and she was my selection as P.A. for the Malaysian assignment. She was of course Malaysian and working in my department. 21 years old, slim and tall as that is what I preferred and dressed like some unknown wannabe starlet attending the red carpet who desperately wanted to stand out and be noticed.

It then made sense so I replied, "Twice last night and then a 2-hour session this morning." Although she was not flaunting her sex I was always on the lookout for more staff in my department. Why not practice my recruiting technique I thought. I continued having seen the Monash gym symbol, "And if you like we can have a threeway after you finish work as an interview for a casual place in my department at Monash." I turned to Nural. "What is your annual salary and your ranking?"

"360,000, and I am ranked 7th among your staff," she replied.

"I meant Jamacia in the Bahamas, sir. It's the place to be seen this month, the Asian staffer said.

Suitably chastised, I had the decency to go red in the face but then she continued, "I finish at 3.30 today."

Two days later, after my first overseas flight I was sitting in a Kuala Lumpur luxury restaurant thinking first-class air travel suited me. The restaurant was on the 48th floor of the Naza Tower and I was sitting back enjoying the view of KLCC park and the city skyscape. Sitting opposite me and my P.A. as we ate, according to the restaurant, 'the food of Gods', which was probably true as both Gods and when the food had been cooked a long time ago, was the 50-year-old Abdul Halim and his wife Zaliha who from her face I took to be aged about 30.

Abdul was the person I had to win over if my first trip overseas on official business was to be a success. If you wish, you can read the 9 preceding stories to see how I discovered the late Monash University academic Dr Graham Martin's memoirs and was now trying to follow in his illustrious steps.

As Abdul had rejected Dragonball I offered him a game of cards, knowing that a combination of my 'innocent' finger taps on the table and, my computerised watch and matching special glasses that saw readouts invisible to the normal eye would give me the advantage I wanted.

He shook his head. "I only like Penang Rummy with the Si option," he replied. "You wouldn't know it, so that would be unfair." Despite being a Muslim, he offered, "What about a drinking game?" Obviously, there are different rules for being a Muslim if you are not poor.

I shook my head. I was a non-drinker as the only school party I had ever been invited to was by mistake when my name was mistakenly included in the group message. It was there because I was doing all the sports jock's homework in return for not getting beaten up and I mistakenly thought it was a genuine invite. I arrived there, had one drink which went to my head and approached the jock and suggested I get paid for doing his work. My broken nose only kept me away from school for 3 days and I have never imbibed since.

As I had already turned down his first and second offers of who could eat the most live scorpions in 3 minutes and a bout of the Malaysian unarmed combat, Silat Melayu, for obvious reasons, I was running out of options. I said the first thing that came into my mind, which as always was "Sex."

Adbul's face lit up. His smile was as reassuring as a shark's grin to a seal pup "Perfect," he said. "I will fuck your P.A., and you will fuck my wife, Zaliha, and we will match up the number of times my wife and I cum against yours and your P.A.'s. The team that has the most orgasms, or has someone drop out, loses. If you win then the student quotas for overseas students will be yours for only 10% more than the Singapore payment of USA$2000. Lose and you can have them for 50% more than them. I always worry when someone says the word 'only' and looks at me with a straight face.

For the first time, I sized up his wife. Of course, if she had been attractive, I would have been able to give you a detailed run down as soon as I had entered the restaurant. As I have said she looked about 30 but when I examined Zaliha more I saw she was dressed in a dark blue Malaysian 2-piece Baju Kebaya outfit with a maroon hijab. She was round-faced, about 5 ft 4 and probably weighed 130 lbs. She had full tits and the tight, full-length sarong dress below the kebaya jacket showed that she had a big arse and a pretty heavy potbelly.

It couldn't get any better I thought trying to hide my smile. It would be a cakewalk. Abdul was at least 50 and his wife lacked sex appeal. By luck my P.A., Nural, was probably the one in all my Asian staff who could fuck the longest, so she would outlast Abdul and I would make his wife cum so often we would win.

I certainly would. None of this world-wide belief of Aussies being brought up on a diet of sport and then more sport. I detested sport, was unathletic and somehow was behind the door when good looks and bodies were handed out. So ever since I can remember I was either playing computer games or masturbating, often doing both at once. I almost pitied what lay ahead for Zaliha because, since I had become head of my all-Asian female department at Monash University, I had turned all my fantasies into reality.

Apart from fucking her senseless and having her cumming like trains at an Indian railway station I also had the Magic Pill. Monash University had an Industrial centre next to it where the latest technology was tested. My computer hacking of Monash staff had discovered progress on a pill that combined Sildenafil (Viagra), with Tadalafil and Avanafil for longer-lasting benefits. When I threatened the inventor with exposure for using research grants for personal use, he handed me a packet along with the assurance that no rats had died so far. I had brought them into Malaysia in the diplomatic bag hoping to trial them in some brothel.

It meant I would be like Superman: as hard as iron for up to 24 hours even when cumming. Furthermore, I was a Westerner and Abdul was Asian and we all know what that means for comparative size. Then on top of that, I was tireless as I was regularly, no make that excessively, fucking my staff and Abdul looked like he would have trouble blowing out a candle, yet along strenuous prolonged fucking.

But why had he confidently accepted? I reflected on it. Perhaps it was because the figure he had said Singapore had offered had been inflated by him and his figure of $2000 plus 20% when I won was still way above their payment. Yes, that was it and being a nice fellow, I would not humiliate him and just win by a few cums.

I had to win as this was my first official overseas trip for Monash and the Victorian and Australian Governments and would establish my and my department's reputation. I knew I had to come back with successful negotiations if the money train was going to keep rolling for me.

Our Naplan testing of academic results showed Australia's maths skills were decreasing rapidly, despite our Vietnamese, Australian-born high achievers. I had come up with the idea of importing Chinese students from countries other than China. Two effects. An Immediate boost to our results but also it would make our relatively small home-grown talent work harder. Instead of looking around a normal Aussie classroom and being complacent, they would be fighting these imports for top place.

And where better to look than Malaysia: one of only 14 countries in the world not to sign the U.N. International Convention for Elimination of all forms of Racial Discrimination. A country where Indigenous Malaysians preferential treatment is enshrined in legislation, where in education 90% of tertiary places are reserved, regardless of merit for Bumiputera (Indigenous) students who make up just over 50% of the population, and tough shit for the Chinese.

So, I was there as head of my new department to ensure that these Chinese students came to Australia, particularly Victoria. Being an Asian country that meant becoming involved in Government corruption and for overseas quotas that meant Abdul Zuhir.

We travelled back to wait at the 5-star St Regis where, at my employer's expense, Nural and I were residing. I had upgraded, this time at Monash University's expense to a 2 King size bed suite: one for fucking and one for sleeping. Just like you I hate going to sleep in semen-stained, cum soaked sheets.

I don't know how they prepared for it but Nural and I ate a lot of oysters and I took my Magic Pill before taking a nap after watching some high-grade porn via a VPN. Then, half an hour before they came, I began to rub Nural's cunt with a special anaesthetic lotion that the Magic Pill inventor threw in for free so that five minutes before Abdul and his wife showed up, we were fully prepared for the encounter.

First, we fixed the rules. They were simple. I would fuck Zaliha and Abdul would fuck my P.A. It was Abdul who came up with the idea that every 20 minutes, the man would have to switch to another position. We would start off in missionary, change to doggie, then the woman would choose the third position, the man the fourth and so on. The match would be lost if a woman was unable to thrust back for more than a minute or if she begged the man to stop. For a man the equivalent would be not banging continuously for more than a minute or, God forbid, being unable to get it up. Otherwise, the team that came the most lost.

I was happy as I knew I would have Abdul's wife begging me to stop. I would prolong it long enough to save face, then make Zaliha beg me to stop so it would not be Abdul's fault and he would have his USD$ 2400 per student and I would have brownie points for a price below expected. We tossed for beds which made no difference as the 2 King size beds were identical. It was the moment of truth and we stripped, the women first.

Nural, my P.A. for the Malay assignment was 21 years old, slim and tall for a Malaysian woman with firm tits and a nicely featured face with prominent botoxed lips. She was a second-year Economics student at Monash when caught cheating, caught out by my software, for plagiarising her assignments too many times. Brought before me to explain she demonstrated her innocence by making me hard 3 times in one night. It was a short step to become one of my highly overpaid 33 Asian female staff.

Abdul couldn't take his eyes off her: no wonder when compared to his wife. Feeling benevolent, I planned to let him enjoy Nural for a while before taking Zaliha over the top for a loss for the Malaysian couple and success for my mission. And more importantly success for me as I was sure that if I added another 15% to the payment Abdul would be happy with 10% to me and 5% to him and the cost would still be under the figure I had been given by my employers.

Zaliha also stripped and there was no big surprise. She was far shorter than Nural, more solid and carried a more than average percentage of body fat. What was now revealed when she was nude was the large size of her areolae, the thickness of her nipples, her meaty cunt lips and visible clit and the fact she wasn't shaven like Nural.

It was my turn next. Zaliha smiled when she saw my cock and whispered something to Abdul when I took off my boxers. I knew it was the case of Western versus Asian cock and, as I expected, her comment made Abdul look at mine. He nodded and removed his trousers.

Sucker-punched. I had been totally sucker-punched.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. His mahogany-coloured cock was more than 10 inches and I mean real inches, not boasting inches, or it looked like inches, or it felt like inches. I also had to admit that it was far thicker than mine, and my worries started. Nural had often said that she was not sure if it was my fuck meat's thickness or its length that was to blame for her multiple orgasms and I could see. Here she had both larger than mine and as she thought of Abdul's huge prick entering her, her pussy oozed sex juice. To rub it in my face Abdul stroked it and it grew larger.

Anyway, the women clambered onto separate beds. Since we were allowed 10 minutes for foreplay and finding out what would work, Abdul and I followed them onto the respective beds. I started by kissing Zaliha while rubbing her left nipple which quickly hardened under my fingers to a thickness none of my 33 staff possessed. I knew I had to use these ten minutes and find out what were the Malaysian's arousal points. Although her nipple hardened and grew, she didn't moan and seemed in full control of herself. And, she had started searching for my weaknesses, exploring and caressing me between my balls and my arsehole, flicking my glans with her tongue. I realized I had been double sucker-punched as she was inexperienced.

Her tongue work was enough to make my prick quiver, but she was far from making me see stars, so I sucked one of her nipples in my mouth and tongued and raked it with my teeth. A shiver went through her, but still, no moaning.

On the other bed, Abdul was already using his monster. He had mounted Nural and, holding her firm tits, slowly tit fucked her as his fingers milked her brown nipples. Christ, every thrust had his cockhead passing through her tits and past her chin to reach her lips. Thank God she was still in control and gently massaging his muscled arsecheeks. She seemed to enjoy the feel of stroking his flesh but, to my joy, this also seemed to give Abdul some sort of pleasure.

I had to stop looking as Zaliha had started probing my arsehole which was bad news. Being arse fucked was a real turn-on to me so, I tightened my arse muscles, thought of the money, and hoped she would not notice my arousal and increased my tongue work on her neck and ear.

She still hadn't moaned and I decided to try her arsehole figuring if she had tried mine early on it was an erogenous area for her. Success: my hunch worked. She gave a brief groan and her big butts quivered. I took advantage of this and my finger penetrated her back door causing her to respond further. I seized the opportunity and went down on her, slowly licking her clit while now making circles in her arsehole with my middle finger.

Zaliha froze for a couple of seconds then she responded, exhaling loudly and grinding her hips in response. I went on with the controlled clit sucking, arse probing attack and felt the pleasure build up in the 31-year-old. I was just about to teeth-scape her clit, which I was certain would bring her on the verge of an orgasm, when, I heard Nural give a loud moan.

Abdul was swaying his arse above my P.A.'s face and it was only then that I noticed how big his balls were. They were mandarin-sized and his scrotum was dragging up and down Nural's face from chin to nose and she was responding. His two swollen, oversized balls and huge rod were sliding over her face and she was oozing cunt liquid. But then Abdul suddenly grabbed my P.A. by the back of her hair and began to excitedly fuck his cock along her face, his huge dick slithering across her skin.

I wondered what could have caused this sudden excitement to Abdul when I saw Nural licking his balls and dick. Both he and her were super aroused, moaning, groaning, and writhing. Nural from the sight and feel of what was going to be in her and Abdul from her ball and cock licking. But then the timer buzzed, announcing the preliminaries were over.

Abdul and I needed no second buzz from the timer. We both immediately slid our flesh hammers into the wet and ready pussy of each other's woman. We had 20 minutes before we had to change positions. As was her style in missionary bottom position when fucking with me, Nural placed the soles of her feet against Abdul's thighs for purchase and began thrusting back at Abdul's hammer blows to her cunt.

Zaliha had encircled my waist with her legs and was swaying her hips thus lowering the effectiveness of my fucking, since she was stopping me from using long, steady, deep cock strikes. It was working now but I knew she would not be able to do this to me when I took her in my favourite doggie style. I compensated by circling my rod in her wet cunt, and by introducing surprise bursts of rapid shallow fucking.

However, her moves distracted me by making me concentrate too much on what she was doing and allowed her to suddenly finger my arsehole. Fuck, the bitch had noticed my weakness in the warmup and she soon had me responding. Her finger probed deeper and began to massage my inner anus. I felt my prick fill fully with blood and it was not just from the Magic Pill. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself but this only allowed Zhalia to slide her finger even deeper up my arse.

I took a deep breath and raised my arse, preparing to bang her deep no matter what. But then, I realised I was in a catch-22 situation. Each time I lifted my hips to impale Abdul's wife, she would wriggle her finger deeper and deeper into my arse. I knew I had no hope of preventing my orgasm so I began to fuck her with all my strength, hoping to make her cum too.

Somehow it worked. Zaliha was wailing loudly and I was grunting and groaning as we both ran out of self-control and hammered our hips harder and harder, to make the other cum knowing our own orgasm was inevitable. We both came almost at the same time. Well, at least I knew one thing. The Magic Pill was working as despite filling Zaliha with sperm my cock was still rock hard which I think surprised her as it had been a lot of jizz I had fired into her.

I heard Nural let a long wail. I looked at her and I realized that her tactic of countering Abdul by propping her soles on his knees was not working. His cock was just too long and had her pinned to the mattress. She was desperately trying to respond but it was obvious she couldn't fuck back successfully as his cock length kept her at bay.

Their one-sided fucking continued and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something I thought I would never see. Nural was being fucked out as her thighs fell apart, allowing Abdul to take complete control. He was hammering her nonstop, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her taut belly flesh and making her firm tits shake to the rhythm of his strikes. I realized Nural's wide-opened eyes and responding body showed she was going under.

But somehow, she bridged under Abdul. But it did nothing as he just increased the pace of his cock hammering, making the bed creak and causing pre cum juice to flow from Nural's cunt. His huge balls slapped against her arse cheeks and his pistoning rod was too much. She stiffened and then let a high-pitched screech and shuddered, signalling her orgasm. Her body shook and she tried to keep bridging but crumpled beneath Abdul who just kept relentlessly fucking her.

"Go, Abdul, Go," yelled Zaliha from beneath me. "Fuck her senseless. She can't stop you now. "I'll control this old one." Old one. I would show her.

Although Nural was still prone beneath Abdul who was fucking the daylights out of her, thanks to the Magic Pill I was still hard. I continued slamming my cock into his wife. I knew I was on the verge of cumming again but then, Zaliha began to let loose a series of deep grunts which, coupled with the trembling that shook her from head to toe, made me realise that I had made her cum for the second time.