Pakistani Asma Nasir Ch. 01

And there was her future. She was making plans. Makur would become Prime Alpha but then Samreen would challenge her and replace her. Every time she and Makur tribbed, fingered, used a strap on or whatever she was learning, discovering the Sudanese woman's strengths and weaknesses. Then as the new Prime Alpha there was only one other summit to conquer. Leader. Every 2 years the Prime Alphas from each University competed to become Leader. At present the Leader was a Chinese from Melbourne University who had defended her position twice. Samreen knew this was her destiny.

Her thoughts came back to the present. To become an Elite she had to provide a close relative for the club to use in a four day orgy. This was proof to the club that the club was more important than family. Makur had put the topping on the cake by saying after the orgy she and Samreen would fuck the victim in a 3 day ritual that would take the victim's sex drive and give it to Makur and Samreen. With the club's connections in the police the case would be lost somewhere in the various departments if there was a complaint.

Samreen had selected her mother Asma as her victim, figuring as they were at University together they would become closer and she would slowly seduce her, introduce her to the club where the real business would start. But now this slut of a Vietnamese had ruined her plans. But she was flexible and immediately thought of her 22 year old sister, Rubina. More difficult to arrange but she would do it. She had to do it.

Masking her disappointment, she then stood up, hugged and said her goodbyes to her mother and Ai. As she walked away she thought of how she could hurt her mother by letting her see what her daughter had become. No need now to pretend to be nice in order to seduce her.

God, she hated Vietnamese. Every year the 7 universities had a competition like a mini Olympics. Samreen had been nominated for the maximum of 4 events. Even though she had gained Victoria universities only female medals she was disappointed. First, she had been surprised to see that 2 other female freshmen from other Universities had emerald ear studs as she did meaning they had made the same unusually rapid progress in their first year as she had. Second, she had not taken gold in all events. She had won gold in the freshman sybian event easily but had been surprised by a Japanese bitch from Monash University in the Freshman cock event. Based on cock diameter and depth the Japanese had equalled her in cunt acceptance, beaten her in the anal section and only Samreen's greater oral efforts had given her second gold.

For the freshman sexfight she had an emerald ear stud wearing Vietnamese law student as her opponent in the final. Samreen had taken the blood drug test confident that the injection that Makur had syringed into her clit would not be detected as it was organic and not chemical. She was correct and the first 30 minutes had the match going her way with her leading 2 cums to nil with her semi anaesthetised clit not responding to the Vietnamese. But the dose wore off and the Vietnamese named Binh managed to control her with a hook grip in the arse and her curled fingers in Samreen's slit working her G spot while her thumb controlled her clit. The Vietnamese won 5 to 3 relegating Samreen to silver.

Her last event was the open doubles sexfight as she was only allowed two non freshman events. She was pared with a highly regarded Filipina ex bar girl. They progressed easily to the final where their opponents were the sneering Vietnamese who had defeated her in the freshman freestyle and a Korean; the Melbourne University team. Dosed up again by Makur and buoyed by their easy wins she was confident of victory. However, the other two teamed well getting Fely, the Filipina in their corner where they controlled her, tagging frequently and not allowing her to get to the waiting Samreen and tag out. Fely came 3 times so she was out of the event and Samreen had to take on the two Melbourne University sexfighters simultaneously. She had 3 cums left, the Korean 2 as Samreen had made her cum, and the Vietnamese 3.

They had a plan and used it. The Korean face sat Samreen pinning her to the floor and lifted her cunt away when Samreen ate her to near a cum. Meanwhile Binh, the Vietnamese, pinned Samreen's legs to the floor and ruthlessly ate and fingered her. The result was never in doubt and gave Samreen her second silver and her first Vietnamese piss as the future lawyer delivered a golden shower on her. Illegal but not worth protesting to get the gold reversed.

Yes, in the future I will get my revenge on Binh and also this Vietnamese slut friend of my mother, she thought.

Two days later Asma saw Samreen walk hand in hand from the staff eating establishment with a young Sudanese tutor. She followed them until they entered his office with an arm around her daughter, the other hand on her arse pulling her closer to him. That was more than just fitting in at University she thought. Her goodwill to her daughter disappeared, A few minutes later 4 more tall Sudanese male students, carrying bottles of Burbon whiskey knocked on the door. Samreen answered it, kissed each student as they entered and accepted a swig from the bottle. Watching from the half open door of the female toilets Asma nearly died. Her daughter drinking forbidden alcohol. Then a sluttish looking slim big boobed indian female knocked on the door and she and Samreen entwined bodies as they kissed before entering and closing the door.

Asma waited for 15 minutes but no one else came so she went to the door. Looking along and checking the corridor to see if it was empty she put her ear against the door.

"Ahhh Samreen, eat me. Make me cum again, No one eats pussy as good as you. I'm cumming."

Then she heard her daughter, "Double team me Mabior and Abdo, while I eat my new lover some more. Then I'll take you other 2 any way you want. Practice for when I get my sister for the club."

She staggered from the door sick at heart. Her daughter's words the other day were only pretence, and she had believed her. She waited as the boys left, the last one still zipping his fly, as they laughed and joked. Next the tutor departed and Asma again went along the corridor to the slightly open door. She pushed it open to see her daughter, still covered in Sudanese cum and the Indian woman locked in 69 with the Indian howling in pleasure. Samreen looked up in triumph and saw her mother.

"I saw and heard. I am disgusted," Asma hissed.

Samreen sneered and said, "Well watch this. Fist me Binra. Make me cum."

Later that day she had deliberately gone out of her way to allow Asma see her braless in her brand new, tight boob tube and extra short, tight, jeans shorts. Incensed at what had seen and now saw she saw Asma could not constrain herself and lashed out verbally, decrying her daughter's actions. This time Samreen cuttingly replied, "At least I am a woman and with the body to wear these. Not like you. A pity we couldn't get you to the club. I was going to seduce you. let them use you and then I would be rewarded."

The next day continued badly. The letter from Immigration had arrived stating that her sponsorship of the 18 year old Rahmi Syed from Pakistan was successful. The paperwork said her niece could arrive from seven days from the date of this letter and all responsibilities for accommodation and living expenses would be Asma's. Niece, that was a joke. Corrupt paperwork back home had changed a future bride for Afsar into her niece. She acknowledged that a Muslim man could have five wives and Afsar had not fucked her for 12 years but it was still a kick in the teeth to have to be cook and housekeeper for the 18 year old fuck toy of her husband. Second, Afsar had threatened to stop her going to University so that she could make the house fit for his bride. Third, her Burqa had not dried after washing and she had to wear a hajib with her face exposed for the first time at University.

It was when Ai picked her up in her car she realized just how close she had become to the vivacious, slutty dressing Vietnamese. Although she tried to hide it Ai immediately recognized Asma was upset and listened patiently, supportively, as Asma poured out her woes. Asma realized it was not an act and the wealthy Vietnamese really cared for her. She thought back to how Ai, although Buddhist, had defended and protected her against bullying due to her Muslim faith and dress. She praised her now exposed face building her confidence as she prattled on saying how tattooed lip outline and eyebrows, mascara and which brands of make up would be most suitable.

Finally, hesitantly she reached back and grabbed a wrapped parcel from the back seat. "Its for you."

"But why?"

"It's been one month since we met and became friends. It's to say thank you for helping me with the studies. It's because we are always there for each other. Open it."

Asma opened it to see 6 black Thongs. Although instinctively she knew it was not cheap Target stuff she did not know they were the expensive French brand Yasmine Eslami. "Its too much, I can't wear them. I'm too old."

"Of course you can. You need a pick me up today. I didn't trust that bitch of a daughter. No one will know except me and you what you are wearing under that garment of yours. Well at least you will feel better, feel like a woman, and look we will both wearing the same. Look." Ai tugged at her short tight dress and wriggled it to her waist displaying the same luxurious black thong. Wear it please."

It took some more persuasion before Asma agreed and when Ai parked in the carpark and stood guard, Asma removed her bloomers and slid on the thong which moulded into her crevice and failed to cover her mat of pubic hair. On the drive home that day Ai asked Asma to accompany her for lunch and some clothes shopping as they had the afternoon off in their study schedule. Asma, surprised by her new confidence, agreed thinking Afsar would not know thinking she was at University. Feeling half pleased and half worried by her deception Asma at first thought he didn't hear Ai correctly when she said, "Did you see all those Sudanese men? Imagine all that black meat available. It's like a banquet.