Vietnamese Thuys 580 Visa

It was no modern efficient corporation. The office was a small, cramped space with walls lined with shelves of unorganized audit records. Behind a cluttered desk sat the owner of this one-man business, a balding, overweight Australian accountant. His nameplate read 'Gregory Banks'. He was going through the motions of his work, his mind elsewhere on his financial problems and his lack of sex.

The door opened and a demure, shy young Vietnamese woman, Thu, stepped in. Unusually for a Vietnamese, she was conservatively dressed and lacked that confident, 'look at me' attitude. The 23-year-old had arrived in Melbourne the day before, with her life changed by the desperate deal her family had struck with the man who was her 580 visa sponsor and now her boss. Her heart raced as she handed over the fake academic records she had been provided with.

Greg barely glanced up from his paperwork at the thin, plain-faced bespectacled Vietnamese. "So, you're the one," he said, "You'll start tomorrow. Be here tomorrow at 9 AM sharp." She slid the envelope filled with cash across the table. "And remember, your visa is tied to my business."

The next week was a mixture of tedious administrative work and awkward silences. Thu worked hard to keep up with the demands of her new role. She had to repay her family's debt that got her here. On Friday Greg called Thu into his private office. She felt a twist of anxiety in her stomach as she approached his desk. "We have a problem," he said.

"A problem?" she queried.

"Yes, I can't afford to go to the striptease so take off your blouse and bra," he said. Thu was stunned but couldn't refuse. She hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest. She was not like that, had only one boyfriend for a month and he had disappeared with her savings and virginity. She knew she was not attractive. "Now," he demanded.

She thought of how much money her parents had scrimped and saved for this opportunity for her. Her hands trembled as she complied, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping off her bra. She felt embarrassed and disgusted as she slipped off the garments and let them fall to the floor. Greg's eyes flickered up, unemotionally appraising her plain body. "Good," he said, "Now, sit down where I can watch you working."

Over the next few weeks, Greg's demands grew more explicit and more frequent. He would have her strip totally and parade in front of him displaying her newly shaved pussy. Gradually fascination with what he wanted mixed with her disgust and confusion from her shyness and lack of experience. She was trapped by the invisible chains of debt, unsure of how to escape Greg's ever-increasing hold.

One day, Greg took it a step further, pointing to a semi-transparent blouse and a micro mini skirt on the chair next to his desk. "Wear these," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Thu's face flushed with embarrassment as she put on the flimsy outfit, feeling the fabric cling to her body and exposing most of it. He also handed her a pair of extremely high heels, the kind that made walking a challenge for even Vietnamese exhibitionists. "And no underwear," he added, his eyes gleaming with power.

With shaking hands, she complied, removing her bra and panties and slipping into the heels. The skirt barely covered her: her butt cheeks base visible when she walked. She felt cool air brush against her pussy with every step she took towards Greg's desk. She sat down, her legs spread apart by the heels, giving her boss an unobstructed view of her naked slit. Greg shifted his gaze to her blouse and saw the shape and colour of her dark nipples.

He leant back in his chair, his eyes lingering on her body, taking in every inch of her. He undid the button of his trousers and lowered the zipper. Thu's eyes grew wide as she saw his cock for the first time. It was at least twice as long and far thicker than her ex-boyfriend's. He began to stroke it slowly, his hand moving steadily to make it larger.

Her heart raced as she watched him pleasure himself. The sight was repulsive but she couldn't stop watching. She was frozen, unable to tear her gaze from the bulging veins and the cockhead darkening as he stroked faster, his breath growing more ragged. With a deep, guttural groan, Greg reached his climax. A thick rope of cum shot out of his cock, arcing through the air and landing with a wet splatter on her blouse. She flinched as the warm, sticky liquid soaked through the fabric and onto her skin. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, an amused smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of Thu, cum splatted in front of him.

Thu felt it was over as Greg leaned back in his chair and wiped his hand on a tissue. Then, "We're going out," he announced, his tone brooking no argument. "We need to celebrate our arrangement."

Thu's eyes darted to the open blouse and the skirt that barely covered her. "But I can't go out like this," she protested, her voice small and trembling. "I'm not dressed for..."

"You're dressed perfectly," Greg cut her off, as he waved the 580 Visa in her direction. The reality of her situation hit her: she had to do it. She followed Greg out of the office and at the large, crowded Melbourne Central shopping mall she felt every eye on her. The micro mini skirt barely covered her, and she was painfully aware of her semi-uncovered pussy.

They approached an escalator, and Thu took a deep breath, carefully stepping onto the moving staircase trying to cover as much as possible. As they ascended, she felt the cool air caress her thighs, the pleated flaring lower 7 inches fabric below the 2-inch waistband of the skirt riding up, showing more of her naked flesh with every step. She kept her eyes straight ahead, not daring to look down at the people below them.

Greg's hand was behind Thu, guiding her, controlling her every move via his palm on the small of her back. When they reached the bottom, Greg made no move to move away from the escalators. Instead, he steered her back up. The skirt flapped as they ascended, the fabric rising to reveal the naked flesh of her slit, a prominent oyster when viewed from behind as the moving stairs proceeded upwards. Thu's face burned with humiliation, the eyes of the crowd behind her seemingly glued to her exposed sex.

When they stepped off the escalator again, Greg's body pressed into hers, his erection unmistakable through his slacks. She felt it briefly against her upper thighs, sliding over the back of her pussy before coming to rest along her arse crack as they disembarked. The sensation was a reminder of his control.

A coffee shop was a haven from the crowded mall. There Greg bought them both cafe lattes and Thu felt a brief flicker of relief. Perhaps my ordeal is over she thought. But her relief was short-lived as Greg directed her to an outdoor table with a clear glass top. As she sat down, she saw the distorted image of herself in the skirt that barely covered her slit. Greg had her pussy on display for anyone to see through the glass.

Without warning, Greg leaned across and lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing her completely to anyone who glanced that way. "Open your legs, Thu," he said, "I'm sure there are plenty who'd like to see." She stiffened, humiliated when she felt the fabric slide past her thighs. She glanced around, desperately hoping no one was looking, but she noticed the eyes of shoppers on her, the occasional sly glance or blatant stare.

Greg took his time with his coffee, sipping it slowly and savouring every moment of her discomfort. More and more people began to stroll by: their footsteps slowing as they caught a glimpse of Thu's bare exposed slit. Some pretended to be on their phones, others dropped items as if by accident, all to get a better look at the Asian woman displaying her naked cunt.

Greg reached out with a pocket knife and sliced through the buttons of her blouse with a quick movement. The fabric fell apart, leaving her breasts barely contained by the tightened material. He grabbed the flaps of the blouse and tied them under her small tits, creating a makeshift top that clung to her like a second skin. Cool air hit her exposed flesh, causing her nipples to harden into hard peaks. She could see the outline of her areolae through the fabric, a dark brown that stood out against her skin.

Again, they paraded through the mall, Greg's hand firmly on her arm. Thu felt every eye was on her, the heat of their stares burning into her. She tried to keep her quim covered, but the skirt was unforgiving. Each step she took caused it to ride up, exposing more of her shaven mound. She could feel the beginnings of her arousal, despite the horror of the situation.

They passed by a store with a mirrored window, and Thu caught a glimpse of herself. Her breasts jiggled slightly with every step, the makeshift top doing little to hide them. She saw the reflection of a young couple, the man's eyes glued to her exposed sex, the woman's expression a mix of disgust and anger at her man for looking.

Greg steered her into an elegant lingerie boutique where the owner was a sleek, sophisticated 40-year-old Chinese woman with dark hair pulled back into a tight bun and crimson lips that curved into selling mode when she saw them. "What can I help you with today?"

"Show me the latest range," Greg replied. Sensing a sale, the Chinese woman's smile grew wider as she moved to the back of the store. She returned with a few items that were sheer and they left nothing to the imagination. Greg studied them with a critical eye. "No, no, those won't do," he said, shaking his head. "We need something from the top shelf. You know, the special customer stuff from Europe."

The woman's predatory smile grew larger. She disappeared into the back again, returning with a small, velvet-covered box. She placed it on the counter with a flourish, the fabric parting to reveal a set of lingerie that was pure seduction. The bra was a complex web of black lace and silver chains, designed to expose more than it covered. The thong was a mere strip of material that would leave her arse and cunt barely covered.

"My woman would like to wear something more revealing." He leaned closer, his erect cock pressing into Thu. "An exposed-breast quarter bra, for instance." The words sent a shiver down Thu's spine. Displayed in public and now this.

The woman's smile grew larger as she disappeared into the back of the store once more. This time, when she returned, she carried a handful of hangers draped with what looked like a collection of material scraps rather than actual garments. The first set was a deep, blood-red ensemble that covered hardly anything: the bra would lift and expose her tits like fruits ripe for picking. The thong was even more minuscule than the last.

Next was a shimmering black number that seemed to be more about restraint than coverage. The bra was a latticework of leather and lace that would force her breasts into a display that was both painfully uncomfortable and unmistakably erotic. The thong was a 'V' that would leave her sex entirely bare, with not even a tiny patch of fabric to protect her modesty.

It went on. A bra had cups that were practically non-existent, just a few swathes of lace that would only cover her tit under base. Another thong was a thin strip of fabric that would disappear between her cheeks, leaving cunt open for all to see. All were similarly minute with disproportionate prices. Greg selected 3 sets: ones that would make her look like a slut. Greg accompanied this by pressing his still-hard cock into her back. "Yes," he murmured, "These suit you." Thu felt a strange warmth spread through her, a mix of self-disgust and a surprising thrill at his choices.

As they left another Chinese woman entered: a similar age to the owner but dressed in far cheaper clothes. It was obvious they were friends, probably relatives, from the way they talked animatedly. Finally, the owner gave her $200 and sent her packing.

Back at the coffee shop, Greg repeated their earlier performance but as they sat down, his grip on her skirt didn't loosen. Instead, he pulled it higher, exposing her fully to the world once more. "You see, Thu," Greg said, "You may think you're not pretty or sexy, but there's something about you that makes men want you. That's what's so fucking hot." His words made her hate herself more for being pleased by his praise not for hating the actual performance she was part of.

This time, though, she didn't close her eyes. Instead, she took a deep breath and made eye contact with the men who passed by, watching them from under her lashes. The power she felt grew as she saw their hungry gazes devour her, their eyes widening with shock and lust.

They left the coffee shop and began their slow stroll through the mall once more. Greg's cock was rock hard against her back, and she couldn't help but press back into it slightly, feeling a strange sense of pride at her ability to arouse him. She had never felt like this before, being an object of desire. As she pushed back, the skirt riding up even higher, she felt a thrill run through her body, one that was definitely not accompanied by revulsion.

Thu's heart was racing, but she found herself actively seeking out the glances of men as they passed by. She dropped her purse three times, each time 'accidentally' in front of a couple. Each time, the man's eyes would flicker down to her exposed pussy, only to be snapped back to his partner with a look of guilt when she glared at him.

Back at the office, Greg wasted no time. He spun her around, his hands roughly grabbing her waist and pushing her back onto his desk. He yanked her skirt up to her stomach, exposing her fully to him. Thu's heart raced. Despite the revulsion she felt for him, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of his monstrous cock filling her.

Greg leaned in, his eyes burning into hers, and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, almost tender, a stark contrast to the impersonal, controlling way he had been treating her. She was surprised by the softness of his lips and found herself responding, her own lips parting slightly as she felt his tongue probe hers.

He pulled away, his eyes searching hers for any sign of resistance. Finding none, he arranged her on the desk. He spread her legs wide, the tiny fabric of her skirt riding up above her waist and bent his head between her thighs. Thu gasped as she felt his warm breath on her sex, a sensation she had never experienced before. In her limited sexual encounters with her Vietnamese man, she had been taught that her role was to satisfy him in a quick 3-minute fuck, not the other way around.

With gentle strokes of his tongue, Greg began to explore her slit folds. Thu felt her body respond in ways she never knew possible. Her shyness and inexperience melted away as he coaxed her body to life, teasing and tasting until she was wet and ready. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pushing her pussy against his mouth and mewling her arousal.

Her first orgasm took her by surprise, a sudden crash that washed through her like a wave. Her body arched off the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she gasped out Greg's name. But instead of stopping, Greg only increased his efforts, his tongue dancing and swirling over her clit sending her berserk. She felt another orgasm building and wanted it.

It came with a gush of wetness that she couldn't stop. She realized she was squirting, something she had never done before. She heard her juices spattering on the desk and she squeezed cunt muscles, trying to stop it but she couldn't. Greg, however, didn't miss a beat. He lapped up her cum stream with a hungry moan, his eyes never leaving hers. Thu couldn't believe what she was seeing: his face at her slit, his mouth open, swallowing her cum like it was top-shelf whiskey.

He pulled away again, his face wet with her juices As he dropped his trousers and his hard cock quivered, Greg thought to himself, 'This is so easy. The carrot and the rod. A delicate balance of brutal authority and loving tenderness. She'll be mine soon, my sex slut, eager to please.' He smiled and carried Thu to the low sofa and placed her on it doggie style, ready to be taken by his cock.

Thu felt his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her. She tensed, remembering the few unpleasant times her ex-boyfriend had used her and how painful and unsatisfying it had been. Perhaps she had been uptight, perhaps she wasn't aroused, perhaps her cunt was too small to take a cock. But again, she was surprised when Greg started his doggie-style fuck.

His cock head nudged at her entrance, and she braced herself for the pain she was expecting. But instead of pushing hard and forcing himself into her, he took his time, gently coaxing her cunt to accept him. The head of his cock was wide, thick and blunt, but as he worked it past her lips, she felt a strange sense of fullness that didn't hurt but instead made her want more. He pushed slowly, letting her accommodate his size.

It was all new to Thu and when she felt his lower belly press against her arse, she gasped. He was fully inside her, and it was as if his cock had been made to fill her perfectly, its length and thickness stretching her in a way that was so good. Thu had only ever seen cocks like Greg's on the internet: the kind of porn that made her feel guilty and convinced she couldn't take a cock that inhumanly large from men that were always rough and demanding. Yet here she was, impaled on one that was bigger than most professional porn stars had.

Greg took his time, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that she found soothing. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, a complete contrast to his previous behaviour. "Good girl," he murmured, "You're doing so well." His praise was like a drug, and she needed more. With each stroke, she felt herself bonding with him, her body betraying her with moans she couldn't contain.

Thoughts filled Greg's head. He was pleased that she responded so easily to the carrot and stick / goodcop-badcop routine. Hash commands and praise worked and she had started her slut journey far quicker than he imagined. True, he was surprised she had taken his gentle entry first time up, but she was an average fuck only and clearly inexperienced. She was not attractive like that Chinese woman in the lingerie shop or even the relative who entered later but it was a start.

She also gave him the cheap worker he needed and the cash from her parents was a godsend. An acrimonious divorce caused mainly by his addiction for Asian prostitutes and gambling had left him very short of funds. He just needed time. He had the perfect idea to get money: one of his tailored tax deduction schemes for overseas property investment purchases. Almost legal, well a least not worth the Government taking it on in a high cost / doubtful result legal challenge. The Asian bitch in the lingerie shop would be a perfect go-between but he knew she would have nothing to do with a sleazy-looking slob like him.

Greg concentrated on the present. "Thu, I have never felt cunt muscles like yours. My cock loves every squeeze you give it.' She squeezed her cunt muscles and her face screwed up. Seeing her contorted face he groaned even though he felt perhaps a little touch on his cock. Thu moaned with pride.

He took one of her trembling hands, placing it on her lower belly. "Feel that?" he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. She nodded, overwhelmed with arousal. His cock was sliding in and out of her like a piston, the friction causing her clit to quiver and pulse. She could feel the fullness of him inside her, the way her cunt stretched around his baby-maker.

With a firm yet gentle grip, Greg guided her hand down, pressing her fingers against her throbbing clit. "Play with it," he instructed, and she couldn't resist. This act was too taboo, too forbidden for her innocent mind. But now, with his cock buried deep inside her she was eager to obey.