This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the entire series.
Huyen's tongue parted the 18-year-old Anh's cunt, who squirmed, sighed, and moaned from the exquisite torture her pussy was receiving. It was obvious to anyone if they had been watching how much she loved it. Resisting was the farthest thing from her mind as she accepted the expert lapping. When Huyen's tongue found the hard nub of her engorged clit and began to gently tease it, then lap it and finally suck the now fully erect clit Anh gave a scream that could have been heard in the next apartment. While she sucked the throbbing clit between her lips, Huyen coated her index finger with Anh's pussy cream and circled the slick entrance to the 18-year-old's cunt hole. She eased the finger deep into her and worked it around and in and out. Thrusting her finger deeply in, she felt the cunt muscles contracting in the start of a powerful orgasm.
Anh gasped out "Oh, God, I'm getting close. I'm going to cum! Here ah... Yes...I'm cumming."
Her hips jerked upwards, and her thighs clamped tightly around Huyen's face as her whole body shook at the height of passion she never knew existed. It was an orgasm of fierce strength. Throughout it, the 40-year-old Vietnamese businesswoman held her with arms wrapped around her hips. Anh jerked and shook violently, and her cries of ecstasy reverberated around the room. Her pussy leaked cum profusely: it pounded out its hunger with a persistent beat. Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her throbbing aperture to stain the satin bed sheets. As Anh fell back on the bed totally fulfilled by her orgasm Huyen's long, experienced tongue started on her again.
One hour and 4 massive orgasms from Anh later Huyen raised her attractive, cum covered face and 5ft 3, 32 22 31 body from the spent teenager, spread her legs wide and asked, "Now let me see what you can do to me."
The day had started normally. Anh had stepped out of the lift in the 20 floor Government housing Building in Napier Street, Fitzroy, Melbourne to start another school day. The apartment she lived in with her mother was on the 16th floor. Bare, sterile, and reeking of government austerity, it was one of the many standardized units in 20 floor, 2 floor or single floor buildings that housed Melbourne's low-income earners with cheap, subsided rent.
Anh was 18, tall for a Vietnamese female at 5ft 7 with long shapely legs that contrasted with most of her Vietnamese friends who had that Asian long body, short legged build. Pretty faced, long haired and with a 32A 22 33 inch torso she knew she turned heads. Of course, she wanted bigger tits because Vietnamese men craved them, but she knew that hers were firm and due to slimness, with a push up bra they would suffice.
She adjusted the length of her Melbourne Girls College uniform, (which despite the fancy name was a government school with many public housing Vietnamese students), shortening it by 6 inches from what her mother thought was decent, and which Anh thought was still too long. Her thoughts turned to a month before when the elegant, sophisticated, wealthy Vietnamese female boss, Huyen had used a massive double dong that she called 'The Contract Maker' and which was feared by her contract sewers to defeat Anh's mother in a contest to settle pay rates. (see story one)
Anh's thick nipples stiffened as she replayed in her mind her mother Vang and Huyen's sexfight, and Huyen's victory and subsequent victory golden shower and ruthless, relentless Victory Fuck. She wanted to be like Huyen and torn between family loyalty and what she craved, designer clothes and wealth had even phoned Huyen after the fight.
Torn, because she knew her mother was planning another fight with Huyen and was training with the other home sewers to increase her skill using a double dong and that Huyen would appreciate that knowledge. Torn because there had been no further contact from Huyen after her phone call, and to be truthful she had been surprised by how good her mother had been in a narrow defeat. Anh wanted to be on the winning side.
Outside the 20 floor storied building, one of 6 identical structures on the large site, a $600,000 black Mercedes-Maybach S680 was parked in a No Standing Zone. It's almost black windows, tinted to an illegal shade of darkness, hid its occupants. A thin, wiry Vietnamese man carrying a used satchel exited from the vehicle's front door. Obviously, he was some drug boss's muscle performing debt collecting, with the machete in the satchel his introduction and persuasion. She stood aside to let him enter the building, but he stopped and said, "Come with me Miss Anh. The boss is waiting in the limo."
You don't say no to that invitation like that and with her heart in her mouth and belly turning over, Anh followed him. It was obviously a mistake: she didn't do drugs. Her vice was spending time on the Internet on in Collins Street exclusive stores following clothes trends, or brands she could never afford. It must be some other Anh as it was a common Vietnamese name, but by then they had reached the door which he held open. The boss was revealed. A smiling Huyen lowered her Bulgari Flora sunglasses and patted the seat beside her indicating Anh should enter. "We will go to your school first," she said.
As she plundered a receptive Huyen's slit with her tongue and fingers she relished the groans and moans and the taste of love juice she was drawing from the older woman. Huyen shuddered, shook like a dog after a bath and came noisily, flooding Anh's mouth and face. Despite being engrossed in her 'on the job' sexual training and learning she was currently experiencing in Huyen's bed, she thought of what had happened to get her there that day.
As the car drove to her school, she took it all in. She was positive the scent of Huyen's perfume was Jean-Paul Gaultier Classique, was fairly sure from her research the tailored short, cream coloured Blazer dress that showed more leg than Anh's shortened school dress was Lanvin, and the shoes Gucci. The Handbag definitely was Chanel.
And the woman wearing it was Huyen: a 40-year-old wealthy Vietnamese woman who looked about 30, with her high cheekbones, dark captivating eyes and long, black, silk-like hair just permed enough to give it body and bounce. Her 5ft 3, 32 22 31 body was turned to Anh whose eye fastened on an exposed, firm, unsupported tit with its dark hard thick nipple, even larger than Anh's prized teats. Anh was almost in a trance and most of Huyen's words didn't register in the short drive to the school though she had the feeling she had agreed to spend the day with Huyen not at school. But that would be impossible as the school would phone her mother, as they did any parent, if she was absent.
At the school she was aware of the other girl's eyes on her and Huyen as Huyen walked her arm in arm to the administration office. To be fair most of the eyes were on Huyen tottering sexily on her 5-inch heeled Gucci's, and the blazer dress that was stretched to breaking point across her tightly muscled, firm arse and which finished approximately 3 inches below her cunt.
At the office she saw power in action. Huyen simply bulldozed the officious, rule conscious secretary into insignificance, informing her she was taking her daughter, Anh, to a relative's funeral, giving the employee one of her mobile phone numbers as the new amended contact number for Anh and leaving the secretary thankful Huyen wasn't going to take the secretary's attitude and wasting of Huyen's valuable time any further.
If Anh had thought the sex was over at lunch time she was mistaken. Huyen produced and assembled The Contract maker: the same 24-inch double dong she had used to defeat Anh's mother Vang and which she had used successfully on another 56 times from 56 contests. That afternoon, however, it was not used as a weapon, but to give mutual pleasure. They had used it every way: vagina to vagina, arse to arse, vagina to arse, bent in a U shape and manually double penetrating the other. They had been in missionary, seated, side by side, and back to back positions. They had even fucked the others mouth as they fingered receptive wet slits.
And Anh had cum and cum. She thought she cum often by herself when she had masturbated, and of course had fucked both males and females but what she experienced that afternoon was on another level. Despite the incredible level of sex she enjoyed the most important part of the day had been when they had laid in an embrace joined together at their slits by The contract Maker, and Huyen had outlined her plans for the future. She was going to expand to take most of Melbourne's home sewing business.
She needed help: someone she could rely on. Someone she thought could handle the demands. Someone like Anh. Her own 20-year-old daughter was useless, only interested in splurging Huyen's money. All Anh had to do was defeat Huyen's daughter in a sexfight so Huyen could kick her out, replace her with Anh, and teach Anh the business. Of course, Anh would have to leave school immediately because Huyen wanted this to happen as soon as possible.
It was a dream come true for Anh or was it? She would be introduced to a life where money could buy anything, and she did not want to lose that. But she had to protect herself as well. Her mother had only just been beaten by Huyen and could win the next time. She had told Anh of an alternate future. One where with Anh's English skills to negotiate with the Australian firms and her mother's organisation of the sewers they would become the middleman raking in the profits. Plus, she had been told by her teachers she was almost assured of entry to Melbourne's oldest and most prestigious university. How could she throw away years of hard work?
Vang was holding the meeting of home sewers, those Vietnamese women who sat at their Juki 3 needle sewing machines and overlockers sewing 18 hours a day to meet the quotas of the Vietnamese, English speaking, middlemen who dealt with the department stores and clothes labels. Most of Melbourne's home sewing was done by Vietnamese working at their homes and the middlemen were ruthless. They squeezed the lowest prices from their sewers, with payments like 30cents a tracksuit top, sewers provided their own thread, they paid late, they put on unreasonable time limits, but they was the only game in town that allowed shops and manufactures to put Australian made labels on clothes that competed with Chinese made prices and gave non English speakers a cash illegal wage.
But Vang despite being beaten by Huyen in a battle to increase prices was forming her own group of sewers. About 30% of the Vietnamese sewers in her immediate suburbs attended the meeting where she was urging them to unite, and she would be a benevolent middleman with her high achieving daughter, Anh, would be the link to the Australian firms.
