This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, and twists and turns of involvement with the Asian Sexfight Championship will be found by reading the entire series.
For the second round of the All Asian Sexfight Championship, the venue shifted from the Mercure Convention Centre, Jakarta, Indonesia to Saigon, the birthplace of organised sexfighting competitions. Yes, I know sexfighting originated among the concubines of Ming dynasty Emperors from the early 1300s, but organised sexfighting competitions for all, not just a specialized group, were started by the Vietnamese.
To my surprise Yang Chen Ling (see Chp. 5)had not gone straight back to the clothing factory empire she owned in Guangzhou after the top-five seed, the Australian Vietnamese Trang Vu, had eliminated her in the first round in a record-breaking 12 minutes. I had seized an opportunity the day after her rapid exit from the competition and was now her future manager/ trainer/ advisor/ support and set to move to Guangzhou.
The Cantonese-based factory tycoon was 34, 5ft2, overweight at 112 pounds with a 33 A 29 37 body, short-legged, and short-haired with severe glasses framing her round face. She was reputedly the wealthiest contestant by far, which of course, had nothing to do with my decision. Our relationship had blossomed as for some reason she craved my cock, my sincerity, (I should get an Oscar for that}, and she had included a short stay in Saigon on her trip home to her factories and her money. No, I mean our money.
I sat with her in a special box overlooking the stage. I had tried to bluff my way into the privileged viewing box, flashing my lifetime gold pass (see chp. 1), but it was money not a gold pass they wanted. Fortunately, Yang Chen flashed a better card, a no-limit American Express, and so the two of us sat alone in luxury overhanging the stage.
This was the second-round match that I really wanted to see: the Chinese new sensation, 23-year-old Wang Fei versus the current World 6. Wang Fei in 57 days, 19 sexfights and 19 victories had gained the fastest entry to the top 10 by a staggering 204 days and would fight the experienced, ruthless, 24-year-old North Vietnamese 9 seed Lien Nguyen, who had been in the top 10 for the last 3 years. Lien in the first round had systematically destroyed the 32-year-old internet porn site owner/performer, Korean Kim Mi Ji, who had been ranked at 30 or lower for 8 years. In just 25 minutes Lien had dragged 3 orgasms from the 32-year-old world 23. Wang Fei had been just as impressive winning her fisting contest with the 32-year-old Japanese veteran and World 15 Miyu Watase who was well known for her illegal bending of the rules especially in an event like fisting.
It was a match that would show if the inexperienced Chinese was all hype or the real deal, the next big thing, as it would pit her against an experienced top-ranking sexfighter in peak form.
As always experience counts. In a typical Vietnamese move to put inferiority and doubts into their opponent's mind the 5ft4,106 pound, 32B 24 32 bodied Lien was barely dressed in a see-through, waist length, baby pink doll nightie, matching micro-G-string and 8-inch heels with 2-inch platform soles. She was on the stage first and motioned imperiously and condescendingly to the Shanghai stockbroker for her to join her on the stage as if the 23-year-old Chinese was only a minor part of the show that was to follow. A show that would centre on the Vietnamese.
However, the attractive Wang Fei was one Chinese who could withstand this challenge and she was wearing a tight black camisole with red lacing at the front that left her tits exposed and standing proud, and a butterfly black thong. At 5ft7 105 34BB 23 32, she was one of the few Asians that could match the Vietnamese in the beauty stakes, although Lien's heels being 3 inches longer than Wang Fei's minimized their height difference.
The two stood with their bodies pressed together tightly and kissed long and deeply. Lien quickly took the initiative and without undoing the front ties half lifted Wang Fei's camisole over her head, covering her face and immobilizing her arms above her head with the tube-like garment. She then sensuously slid out of her own baby doll, threw her almost non-existent thong to the crowd and flaunted her nude body to the crowd. All the crowd could see was the slim, naked Vietnamese standing tall on her heels as in the background Wang Fei awkwardly tried to wriggle the tight camisole over her head.
Lien went on the attack kissing her way down Wang Fei's neck until she was at the bare tits below the upturned camisole that imprisoned Wang Fei's arms and covered her attractive face. She kissed, sucked and licked them, quickly drawing her nipples erect. As Wang Fei struggled, arms pinned upright beside her head, to divest herself of the camisole, Lien reached up with her left hand and then grabbed and held one of the Chinese contestant's arms.
Her other hand slid down and she smiled as her long fingers parted her opponent's cunt lips and went exploring. Four minutes later her smile was a yard wide as her thumb rotated a pulsating clit and three fingers were deep in a wet sloppy cunt as the Chinese responded to her fingering. Finally, when Wang Fei broke free of her camisole restraint, her pussy and thighs were wet with her glistening sex juice. She was looking for payback action but found Lien had already turned her back on her and was casually examining with the referee the dildo the two were going to use in their contest.
The dildo itself was a 24-inch long, black silicone rubber, double-ended weapon with a 2-inch curve in the middle. At each end was a 6-inch long, 1.5-inch-wide twisted section which swelled to a 3-inch long 2.25 wide smooth section, which in turn morphed into a 2-inch long 3.5-inch-wide section. At the junction of the centre curve and each tapering extension was a ring of clit teasers. To start the event each would take the first 6 inches of fake cock with the rest visible between the two women, waiting to be forced into the other's cunt.
Lien placed one of the realistically shaped heads at the opening of her welcoming sex hole and twisted as she pushed herself against it. The black dong disappeared further and further into her as she moaned theatrically to the crowd, "Ooooooooooh. Watch me fill myself with this monster. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Oh, I love it."
Slowly but surely the head and body of the thick rubber cock inched its way into Lien's accommodating twat. When her 6 inches of thick, vein-studded cock were deep and snug in her hole and the next wider section pressed against her cunt entrance she swung around, the free end hanging loose and heavy between her legs and used her cunt muscles to make it jerk and jump to the screams of the crowd. In the space of ten minutes, she had humiliated the novice Wang Fei on stage.
Treating Wang Fei as a beginner she motioned her to lie down before straddling her and prepared to feed the other end into the Chinese woman's still-wet trench. Wang Fei tensed with anticipation as she felt Lien fitting the fat knob of the artificial cock into her cunt lips, stretching them slowly. The Vietnamese slowed it down, stroking the Chinese contender's cunt and clit with the bulbous head before she controlled the entry to a snail's pace and used her hips and cunt muscles to twitch the dong around the Chinese cunt as it entered.
The low moan, coupled with her gripping and pulling on the bed sheets told the crowd that Wang Fei was rapidly becoming more and more aroused. Astride her on the bed in the front centre of the stage, Lien worked more of the fat dildo up the Chinese stockbroker's cunt. Three, four, five inches slid in, slowly stretching and reaming her cunt. She groaned again as she felt the dildo flex and move inside her, responding to Lien's control of the entry until the first thinnest 6 inches were fully in her.
With her end of the double dildo in the nude Chinese, I mentally compared the two of them to the woman sitting beside me. I wouldn't kick either of the two on stage out of my bed. Hell, I wouldn't kick any Asian woman out of my bed. But they were out of my league. They looked like supermodels. The North Vietnamese Lien probably had a more attractive featured face: well at least to a Westerner. Both were about 105 pounds, but the Chinese woman was taller, longer-legged, slimmer with a smaller waist and had bolted on 34BB tits compared to the Vietnamese's 32Bs and would stand out in a crowd more.
Both however were far better looking than my small-titted, short-legged, stumpy-bodied, plain-faced, short-haired Cantonese partner. Though she had far more money than even the Shanghai stockbroker. Sure, the way the 2 women had first appeared on stage was slutty, but somehow, it's hard to explain, they both managed to make it elegant slutty, not cheap.
The 34-year-old Yang Chen on the other hand looked like a cheap slut. You could imagine her outside a third-rate bar in Bangkok, or on a street in the Philippines where a visiting old man from say Mexico, living on his pension, went looking for sex. I speak with knowledge as my present financial situation meant that I frequented both. She had shoes that matched Lien's in height, but they were purchased from AliExpress, not a European boutique as were Lien's. Her small 33A tits looked like mandarins above the 29-inch rounded, full, belly on her overweight body, and her micro florescent Lycra boob tube barely covered them and showed most of their upper areolae. Below the protruding belly was a tight miniscule black stretch miniskirt. I glanced and yes, her uncovered, shaved, thick-lipped pussy was visible as she sat with her thick thighs parted. No panties for this woman.
But she was after I had seized the opportunity after her humiliating defeat and convinced her that I could guide her to be the next champion on my pathway to wealth. And surprisingly she was energetic, uninhibited, insatiable in bed and seemed to think I was the perfect lover for her as well as being trustworthy and not after her money as Chinese men were. I understood her and appreciated her she told me repeatedly and just like those cartoon characters $ signs replaced the pupils of my eyes.
I returned my attention back to Lien and Wang Fei. United by the double dong they moved around a bit, trying not to get their legs all tangled up until they finally ended up in the classic position, sitting on the floor facing each other, legs extended right over left and joined by 24 inches of thick black dong. They gripped each other's hands and began working their hips. Immediately it was obvious Lien was in control: as Wang Fei thrust forward the North Vietnamese woman rocked her hips back and her cunt muscles held her 6 inches like a metalworker's vice. Then, drawing her hips further back she worked an inch of dong from the Chinese woman's wet slippery cunt. Lien thrust her hips forward to hammer the dong at Wang Fei's snatch.
She was in control and increased her pace plunging the double dildo harder and harder. Each time Wang Fei thrust, the dong was gripped by Lien's cunt muscles who pulled her hips back dragging more of the dong from Wang Fei's slit. Then she would drive her pelvis forward driving the dong into her opponent, stretching and widening the Chinese competitor's cunt opening. Fucking with the double-dong steadily, she settled into her rhythm and achieved her reward. She had breached Lien's slit entrance and the first inch of the wider second section was in the Chinese woman.
