The naked 52-year-old Indian mother, Saanvi, hooked her legs around the back of the 45-year-old Priya's head as she rolled her hips forward, forcing her wet, warm pussy across the naked, younger Indian woman's face. Pleasure rolled through Saanvi as she reared her head back and gave a moan of abject arousal: fingers moving down to draw tight handfuls of her defeated opponent's long, permed hair as she pulled the face of the self-styled sex goddess of the club, Priya, into her waiting pussy.
Saanvi came loudly and the orgasm smashed through the long-legged, thin-bodied 5 ft 2 tall, Jagdalpur-born woman like a sledgehammer through drywall. She had a three2A 2six three2 body: a sharp contrast to most of the other Indian women members of my sex club based in Melbourne, Australia, "The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club", who in no way could be considered petite. Any sense of grace or restraint departed her body as soon as the massive cum hit and what was left was soon drowned under a cascade of pussy juice. Her breaths and gasps turned into groans, then into moans, then a wailing shriek. Part of this was due to Priya's eating her but the rest was due to the fact she had defeated Priya in a sexfight to determine the first CEO of my Indian sex club.
Her hips ground against Priya's face as, in front of the all-female club members, she rode the defeated Indian in triumph, accepting her tonguing and proudly reacting to the stimulation. One final surge of pleasure wracked through her and sent her crashing down to the floor. She lay on her back, pussy facing the ceiling and her fingers continued the work on her clit that Priya had started. As she was riding the waves of ecstasy, extra pleasure from her fingers crept up on her. Saanvi came again before she knew it: her body shook, and her feet and legs pushed down hard and lifted her hips up.
She began to scream louder as she started to squirt but somehow managed to adjust her body and direct her juices over Priya. The final, finishing spray splashed back down onto her body or rolled down her arse cheeks to become indistinguishable from the cum that coated her torso from their earlier sexfight. Once her squirting had ended, she closed her legs, lowered her hips, and rolled over onto her side, curling up into a ball until she could no longer feel spurts of her own juices against her ankles.
Then she arose and marched to the defeated Priya. She accepted the strap-on from Anushka, a short dark round-faced and round-bodied 44-year-old whom I had thought shy and who had later proved to be a revelation. As Timetable Superintendent of The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club Anuska was responsible for thinking of, and planning club events and she and I had worked hard on this one: the sexfight for CEO of the Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club. I thought Saanvi this would be a nice tradition for the new club: a victory fuck. The strap-on itself was the Marauder Mark 2. Although it was an inch shorter than either the Destroyer or Cuntbuster model's thirteen inches, its plas gel construction and its mushroom head were more realistic. At twelve inches it was still larger than any cock except in porn stories and of course, it was black.
Saanvi put on her spectacles and attached the Marauder Mark 2 in its harness to her birdlike body. It only partly covered the five-pointed star shape that her thick, curly pubic hair was sculptured into. She stroked the cock in front of Priya for a few seconds before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back on her feet. She pushed Priya against the steel bars in front of the waiting fuck frame and pinned her against the steel uprights. She kicked Priya's legs apart and placed the twelve-inch cock between her legs.
Priya was of medium height, slightly overweight with a 36C 30 38 figure and her body shuddered at the thought of what was going to happen. For some reason body wise she always reminded me of the mature Indian porn comic character, Valamma. Her nose ring, headpiece, armbands and bangles, all golden, shook and jangled as Saanvi arranged her against the uprights. Her rounded belly, complete with its gold belly button chain, swayed above her cum matted massive thick, tangled, previously six-inch-long, three-inch wide landing strip which was now shaved into it into the same sized character of a number one. Her pretty round face with eyes heavily emphasized by cum smeared kohl showed signs of apprehension about her forthcoming ordeal. Priya's quite shapely strong legs quivered below her full hips as she awaited her fate.
Saanvi gloated at her dominance and all the watching Indian women club members heard her say, "That's right my sex bitch. I am going to stretch your pussy and fill your cunt with this strap-on. I am going to make your stomach bulge with its massive cockhead as it fills your cunt and arse. And all the club members will be watching me fuck you."
She slowly rubbed the head of the strap-on cock against Priya's wet folds teasing the defeated Indian's sex. Priya gripped the steel bars of the fuck frame that I had made by a welder and felt Saanvi's small, hard-nippled tits push against her back. Saanvi used her right hand to move the bulbous cock slowly between Priya's folds in preparation for her victory fuck. Priya's pussy began to open slightly, but I, like the watching Indian women, thought it would never accept the massive cock. Saanvi pushed the head of the Marauder Mark 2 against Priya's pussy who screamed in both pain and pleasure.
As I watched I reminisced on what had occurred two hours previously in the club's new clubrooms in High Street Northcote, a trendy suburb about 7 km from Melbourne's CBD. Northcote dated from 40 years after Melbourne was founded in the 1eight50s and this double-width building was from the 19twentys and decorated in an art deco style. It even had an original granite face stone on which the engraving proudly stated, "I Wright - Purveyor of Fine General Merchandise Since 1921". I had quickly ended the rental lease of a seller of reproduction Edwardian fittings for the now trendy, expensive renovated houses in that area. This double shop space now featured the club's sub-continent grocery store and our Indian restaurant.
Upstairs had been unoccupied, but the first floor had been a dance studio at some point in time with a kitchen, toilets, change rooms and a separate back entrance. This was now the entertainment hall where events like today's, or future planned orgies or training would be held. It had a stage that could be elevated from the floor as it was today for the sexfight and a huge TV screen like you see at concerts or sports events which I had purchased cheaply when a hotel was upgraded and renovated. At present it was showing closeups of the cock working over Priya's cunt.
The top floor above had been bare and open and obviously where the Purveyor of Fine General Merchandise had stored his products. It now accommodated rooms which were serviced by our Indian student webcam girls and massage parlour girls: both extracting good sums of money from the Indian male overseas student's part-time wages working, or rather slaving, for low rates at all-night convenience stores or petrol stations or as taxi drivers or kitchen hands. They got more enjoyment from spending their money on what the club provided than from buying textbooks, I am sure.
How had it become club property? Well, a wealthy client of mine, Chin Do, who preferred to be known as the Big C was cheating on his forty-two-year-old wife with a twenty-year-old massage parlour girl. The Big C owned the Vietnamese "massage parlour" industry in Melbourne which he ran on a franchise basis providing the girls, advertising and protection and liaison with the police and local councils to his franchisees. This twenty-year-old had him wrapped around her little finger and to prove his love for her, he had purchased four buildings, including this one, as a gift for her.
Luckily his ever-astute accountant, knowing this had happened before, advised him to keep the titles in a trust consisting of the Big C, the woman and myself (the aforementioned accountant) for a while before handing the titles over to her. And it was lucky I did as he drove his red Porsche sports car off the Great Ocean Road near Apollo Bay and the 100-metre fall killed him and the twenty-year-old.
It probably happened because she was sucking his cock at the time, and her teeth were too sharp. In that case, I am sure he died with a smile on his face. In all fairness to his wife, I didn't want her to know what he had planned with the massage girl. Therefore, I let her think it was just a one-nighter, and as the sole survivor of the unknown trust sold the buildings to myself at a low price purely so that the thieving Government would not get their exorbitant stamp duty. Anyway, it provided the "The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club" with no cost, exclusive, almost decadent clubrooms, with the sale of a second building paying for the renovations.
The first encounter between the Priya and Saanvi earlier in the month had been halted due to it descending into a catfight. But with the rules of no catfighting and the winner being the first to drag five cums from their opponent now firmly established the sexfight today had started off with the two women making their grand entrances.
However, that fight had given me the chance to talk to all the Indian women about the importance of the club and start their indoctrination. Just like the German SS under Hitler had used the old Jesuit methods, I pushed the line of their elitism. I focused on the same points those organisations had used such as that they were superior, and only they had been selected as gold-class members of the club. Only they would be capable of performing and participating in the ceremony for membership by pulling the train, that they were superior to the inferior non-members, the club would give them opportunities non-members could not enjoy, the club was more important than their personal feelings, and only they could experience the brotherhood of belonging to this exclusive, selective club where meritocracy, not money or social position decided who was a member. I had been on a roll.