Pakistani Asma Nasir Ch. 09

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, of Asma's sexual journey, will be found by reading the entire series.

As the Vietnamese cosmetic plastic surgeon Tu Lan's tongue parted Asma's slit, the Pakistani refugee squirmed, sighed, and moaned. It was obvious to a watcher if one had been present, she loved it. Resisting was the farthest thing from her mind as she happily accepted her cunt lapping. Tu Lan's tongue found the hard nub of her clit and began to first tease it, then lick, and finally suck the erect throbbing love bud. While she held the swollen clit between her lips, she coated her index finger with Asma's pussy cream and circled the slick entrance to the 42-year-old Pakistani refugee's box. She eased a finger deep into her and worked it around before sliding it in and out of her fuck tunnel. Thrusting her finger deeply in, she felt the Pakistani's cunt muscles contract as the start of a powerful orgasm began.

Asma gasped out "Oh, God, I'm getting close. I'm going to cum. Ooohhh I'm cumiingggg."

Her hips jerked towards the ceiling and her thighs clamped Tu Lan's arm tightly as her whole body shook at the height of passion that racked her. It was an orgasm of real strength and length. Throughout it, the Vietnamese woman whom she had sexfought in a doubles match twenty days previously, held her with arms wrapped around her hips. Asma jerked and shook violently, and her cries of ecstasy reverberated around the room of the expensive Toorak mansion. Her cunt leaked love juice profusely as it pounded out its hunger and the free-flowing juices oozed from her slit to stain the satin bed sheet. As Asma fell back on the bed drained by her orgasm Tu Lan's relentless tongue started on her again.

One hour and three orgasms later the Vietnamese raised her attractive, cum covered face and size 8, 5ft 5, 34B 26 33 body from the spent Pakistani and asked, "Does that slut Ai make you cum like that? You know I'm going to challenge her solo and humiliate her?"

An hour before this Asma had knocked on the door of the same mansion where the sexfight doubles contest had been held. She had made her decision. Sure, there had been some tension between Ai and herself after the doubles contest as Ai had placed the blame for their defeat on Asma, despite it being her first sexfight. One which she had entered to support Ai and save her standing in the Vietnamese sexfighting community when Thuy, Ai's eldest daughter, was unable to compete. But then she thought of how the slightly older Vietnamese Ai had befriended her, protected her at Uni, and introduced and paid for her sexy dressing. Then there was the nude beauty contest, their lovemaking, the introduction to sexfighting and the fact there had been some reconciliation at their first meeting of the VU3XB club (Chp 8). The list went on and on. There was too much to give up.

So what if the Vietnamese Cosmetic surgeon had semi propositioned her during a break in her and Ai's doubles sexfight against Tu Lan and her younger sister Cuc and said to visit her anytime (see ch 5). She was going to tell that arrogant, wealthy, bitch just what she thought of her and how Ai's pussy was all she wanted.

The door opened. Tu Lan was poured into an Italian made Sorelle Fontana, skin-tight, spilt knee-length, black, silk crêpe skirt and semi-transparent Adeline André blouse. Matching Gucci high heels and belt and long dangling diamond earrings completed her outfit. Asma thought Tu Lan looked slutty, but in an elegant, refined slut way, more so than Ai whom she thought had a "wanna be" expensive slut look, not the real thing. Even though this outfit was prêt-à-porter and not custom it had still cost Hong Kong dollars 33,5000 ($4300 USA) when bought on one of her 6 monthly shopping visits there as she found they had a larger range in petite sizes than in Australia. Tu Lan was an enigma. She overcharged her Vietnamese clients like a bull, fiddled with the Government bulk billing rules, yet treated poor orphans from Vietnam for free. Although Asma did not recognise the expensive brand she took in the aroma of her Jean-Paul Gaultier Classique perfume which was produced by a division of Japan's Shiseido.

She looked 10 years younger than her 43 years and was tall for a Vietnamese. As Asma remembered from their doubles sexfight, despite her age, Tu Lan still had had firm 34B tits, a flat belly that emphasised her prominent shaven cunt and long, shapely legs. Mentally Asma compared her to her lover Ai and was forced to admit that Tu Lan was more eye-catching than the woman she had thought to be the most attractive woman she had seen.

Asma started on her prepared speech but was interrupted by Tu Lan stepping forward taking her into a tight embrace and invading her mouth with her sinuous, experienced tongue. It contacted and teased Asma's tongue. Instinctively Asma responded and the two tongues interacted, at first in a contest for superiority, then slowly caressing in an intimate dance. Asma noticed the pressure of the hugging decrease and looking down between their bodies she saw why. Tu Lan had withdrawn one arm from around Asma and opened her Sorelle Fontana skirt and was fondling her pussy mound which was exposed by her open butterfly thong. She slid two fingers into her wet pussy slit and went to work. Asma started shuddering with her own arousal as she gazed into the Vietnamese's dark eyes and her tongue slid deeper into Tu Lan's welcoming mouth. Thoughts of Ai and her prepared speech had vanished.

Tu Lan was moaning and becoming extremely aroused from her clit self-arousal, which turned Asma on even more. Her affection for Ai was gone, replaced by a lustful craving to touch Tu Lan's naked flesh and fuck. She raised her dress and began to rub her own pussy mound through her soaked, Ai purchased thong. Tu Lan's other hand unbuttoned Asma's blouse and cradled the tit flesh exposed by the skimpy quarter cup bra that Ai had purchased. Then her fingers found and caressed one of Asma's nipples into full hardness before switching to the other. It was just the start.

Back to the present and Tu Lan lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Pleasure me", she said as she thrust her shaven cunt towards the light chocolate coloured, hawk-nosed, Pakistani refugee. "Prove to me you should be my doubles sexfighting partner."

Asma shuddered with anticipation at the thought. She had forgotten about the loyalty she owed to Ai and how she was going to say Ai's slit was all she needed, and eagerly went down on her knees to service the proffered love box.

Both women were drained, exhausted cum drenched zombies, but still, Asma's hands reached up to the firm tits of the 43-year-old Vietnamese plastic surgeon. How could this slut be a woman and Melbourne's leading plastic surgeon? Back home in Pakistan, only 35% of women were literate and even for the wealthy in the cities, women did not have a career. They played at it until they achieved their real job: marriage and subservience to the husband.

Soon she was clutching, kneading and squeezing the tit flesh, rolling the still hard nipples between her fingers, until finally, her warm, moist mouth latched onto one. Her tongue flicked and teased the erect bud until it quivered with arousal and her long, wet tongue trailed down the valley separating the firm tit mounds. Tu Lan's stomach muscles tensed as the tongue slithered between them, tormenting her satiny flesh, before flicking momentarily into her navel to taunt it while her hands stroked down along her ribs to her hips. Tu Lan groaned slightly and then involuntarily pushed her shaven cunt forward.

Asma's face was poised between Tu Lan's widely spread thighs only inches from her waiting pussy. She placed her palms against the satin-textured inner flesh of her soft thighs, parting them, spreading them wider. Tu Lan moaned as she anticipated what was about to happen, lowering her eyes to stare down between her tits to see Asma's face between her widespread thighs and cum caked open vertical slit. There was no doubt; just like Indiana Jones in The Last Crusade, she had chosen well.

Tu Lan watched as Asma placed her thumbs on the thick fleshy lips of her cunt and spread them apart, displaying her open quim flesh. She felt the hot wisps of Asma's rapid breaths on her sensitive genital flesh. She groaned softly, then more loudly when she saw Asma's face move into her exposed open slit and felt the full length of her long tongue slip up into her moist, quivering waiting cunt.

Her naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking convulsively, a loud whimper burst from her throat, and her smooth buttocks ground forward in her effort to make deeper contact. Her stomach spasmed and churned in lust as she groaned with a wild, animal-like frenzy as the long tongue slithered in and out of her waiting pussy.

Ooohhhh... ooohhhhhhh... Yes... YEEEEESSSSSSSS". Tu Lan moaned incessantly in her enjoyment, her head began to thrash in response to the searching tongue between her spread thighs.

Asma's tongue moved and explored the pool of love juice that flooded the dilated cunt. Spasms of excitement surged through Tu Lan's trembling body from the constant tonguing of her wet, palpitating pussy. She felt Asma's hands move up over her belly to the firm flesh of her hard breasts, cupping and massaging them while her mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into the welcoming channel of her fuck tunnel with obscene, wet sucking sounds that filled the room.

Asma's lips and tongue probed and explored until she found the swollen throbbing tip of Tu Lan's clit. She heard her gasps of agonised pleasure when she engulfed the bloated nub between her teeth and lashed her tongue over and around it in a series of ever-decreasing circles, at last opening her mouth wider to send her tongue downward, back through the velvety moistened slit to the hot opening of her cuntal passage.

Tu Lan was shaking, screaming and cumming regularly, unable to control herself any longer. The sexual arousal had reached beyond her physical powers of defence. She found herself flailing her head from side to side as Asma orally fucked her, lashing and sliding her long lingual member deep up into her clasping love channel. Asma listened to her whimpering and mewling sounds as she relentlessly swirled and plunged her tongue into the velvet-like tunnel of the Vietnamese's excited, responding, orgasming cunt.

"Oh God. I'm cumming agaaain. Shiiiiit I'm going to peeeee".

Tu Lan's cries of uncontrollable, involuntary pleasure filled the room as Asma, instead of drawing away from the oncoming golden shower, went into overdrive. She was in a frenzy as she burrowed her tongue deeply into the seething, fluid depths of Tu Lan's slit.

Tu Lan jerked, clutching at Asma's hair, trying to press the tongue and lips of Asma further into her demanding cunt. A deafened man could hear her gasps of passion-crazed delight echoing throughout the room as Asma continued to tongue fuck into the depths of the cunt she was servicing. All control was gone, Tu Lan gave herself completely to the licking and sucking of her cunt, enhanced further by Asma's frenzied attack after she heard Tu Lan's declaration that she was close to pissing.

Her body and buttocks were jolting and contracting spasmodically beneath the

relentless tongue that was sending bolts of ecstasy charging through her body. And then, she felt Asma's tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the puckered hole of her arse. She groaned out in rapture at the seething contact of the tongue with her backdoor opening.

"Oh... oh... ooohhh... ooohhhhhh," she screamed as a huge orgasm surged through her. She thrust her hips and tried to screw her arsehole back onto the probing tongue. Her body shook. She came again and then it couldn't be held any longer. The hot piss flowed from her onto Asma's face. Asma moved her mouth back to Tu Lan's pussy trying to form a seal around the faucet it had turned into. Despite the choking sounds she was making, she was swallowing more than 60% of Tu Lan's golden shower, the rest ran down her face.

"Oohhh Goddddd!" Tu Lan's wailing continued, as she dropped her head back and tossed it from side to side, her buttocks still writhing to the sensations spiralling through her whole being. "Ooohhh...ooohhhh yes... yesssss", she cried out, her aroused flesh quivering with pleasure as Asma tongued, swallowed, and choked. She pushed her hips and buttocks to her lover; her piss flow finally ending only to be replaced by a cum shower from her squirming loins.

Tu Lan recovered as Asma's tongue licked her pussy clean of piss and cum. Asma, tired from her prolonged efforts to make the Vietnamese cum lay on the cum stained sheet drained. There was no relief as Tu Lan knelt astride her. Sex juice covered her glistening swollen lips. She was showing Asma she wanted more. She lay back and Asma went to work again. She pleasured Tu Lan's nipples, her tits, her slit, her clit, her arsehole. She used her fingers, her lips, her tongue. She sucked, licked, fingered, teased and frigged. She tribbed with her thigh. She used every method and trick she had in her imagination to try and make Tu Lan cum uncontrollably.

And she succeeded. When a worn-out Asma finally paused Tu Lan still writhed on the cum stained bedsheets from her last orgasm. Her cunt lips were swollen and caked with dried cum, her clit was huge: reddened, quivering and rubbed almost raw. She was moaning semi deliriously. Asma was stunned. How could Tu Lan still be cumming as strongly and oozing as much love juice after that prolonged work over? It was not a sexfight where you tried to minimise damage while attacking and weakening the other. It was total acceptance. And Tu Lan was still capable of more.

Asma moved forward and knelt over Tu Lan and used one of her erect nipples on Tu Lan's swollen clit. Tu Lan's eyes were closed as she convulsed again in orgasm. Asma thought that was it, but Tu Lan reached out and ran her hand over Asma's tits. Tu Lan moved to her and kissed her hotly sending her tongue deep into her hot mouth. Then she manoeuvred Asma so that she was between her legs. She spread Asma's leg wide opening her up fully to her. Tu Lan slid her hand to Asma's pussy feeling the wetness caused by fucking Tu Lan.

She slid two fingers inside Asma's tight cunt feeling the way the muscles gripped her fingers like a wet velvet covering.

"Ohhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhh... arghhhhhhh", cried Asma feeling the fingers twist and curl inside her.

Asma squirmed under Tu Lan pushing her body upwards trying to capture every inch of Tu Lan's fingers. The squishing sounds of her cunt told everything as Tu Lan fucked her. Faster and faster, she jammed her fingers into Asma making her cry out as she came. Asma's muscles tightened and loosened and tightened again as she came over and over. her pussy drenching Tu Lan's hand to the elbow. Tu Lan's fingers stretched and plunged deeper sending Asma into a haze of pleasure. Hot wet smacking noises emanated from her drenched cunt.

Tu Lan continued pushing all her fingers into Asma who became more soaked with her woman cream. Soon Tu Lan slid her entire hand inside the Pakistani refugee and began to wiggle her fingers and then moved them slowly in and out of her cunt driving Asma crazy from the intense pleasure of her fisting. Faster and faster, she fist fucked her until Asma opened her legs wide and screamed shooting cum from her pussy in hot wet spurts. For over thirty minutes Tu Lan wrung Asma dry from orgasms when they were interrupted by an angry voice, "What the fuck is going on?"

It was Cuc, Tu Lan's 37-year-old younger sister and partner in the doubles sexfight contest against Ai and Asma. She was six years younger than her sister and a hairdresser/beautician. At just under 5 ft, She was short, chunky, solid arsed, and short-legged with thick strong thighs. She was a sexual pocket battleship with her surgery enhanced 40D tits grafted onto her solid thick body, and short bristle shaved pubic hair above her thick licked prominent pussy. But she had the most attractive face possible and impeccable makeup. Not too much, just right and she screamed sex appeal. She yelled again, "What the fuck is going on?", and to Asma, she hissed, "And you, bitch, get out of my and my sister's fuck bed before I pull you off it."

Tu Lan Looked up and addressed her younger sister. "Asma her has replaced you, Cuc. She will be my doubles partner and my bedmate because she is better than you. Simply put you are no longer needed. It will be Asma partnering me when I challenge that cunt, Huyen and her supposed daughter, Anh, and get my revenge." (see The contract Maker Ch. 02)

Suddenly it made sense to Asma. All the moaned half-formed sentences that Tu Lan had wailed during their lovemaking, "Yes, you are very horny.... good stamina....quick learner....willing to try new things....not prejudiced against Asians.... I could do worse as a partner than Cuc who has no discipline or idea of teamwork.... Time for a change.... Going to beat Huyen and Anh really good....Get my revenge." But more importantly, she was needed, and Tu Lan thought she was better than Cuc and wanted her.

"You heard your sister. Piss off. I am better than you," she hissed.

An enraged Cuc stripped off her tit strained purple boob tube, her black, tight micro skirt and high heeled platform shoes. Because of her man-made tits, she needed no bra and because of her taste, she wore no panties. "Try and prove it, bitch. I will fuck you raw like last time."

Cuc and Asma lent into each other, entwined their leading thighs and each pushed back to anchor a foot on the carpet for balance. They began to bang their tits together and sexual tension poured through their bodies. Their joined hands were gradually forced down to their sides as their tits fought for dominance, rubbing and grinding, erect nipples raking and stabbing until they became one big undulating, sweaty mass of throbbing flesh.

After a couple of minutes Cuc's larger, silicone tits compressed Asma's, forcing her to take a couple of shaky steps back. But the advantage was short-lived as the Pakistani managed to free her hands and grab Cuc's neck. After a fierce but inconclusive tussle, the two found themselves bent double in a mutual headlock, and from that unstable position, it was only a matter of moments before they tumbled to the floor. They rolled over and over until Cuc emerged on top, her strong thighs parted Asma's thighs, and her bristle cut pussy went to work on Asma's slit slowly opening it to allow her short stiff cunt hair to rake and damage Asma's clit.

She smiled in anticipation, but her triumphant grin was replaced by a howl of pain as Asma had used her long arms to reach and then drive her fingers into the Vietnamese's dry bunghole. They rolled apart and Tu Lan stepped between them. She held a box decorated with sơn mài, the traditional black Vietnamese lacquer work inlaid with pearl shell, in her hand. The design on the box top featured two women joined by a double dong, sexfighting.

"Yes, you will settle this, but with these." She opened the box and displayed two matching deep green, jade dildos. Sliding open a drawer at the bottom of the box she withdrew two silk harnesses. She handed each a harness and then removed the dildos from the box and handed one to Asma and the other to her younger sister.

Asma examined the exquisitely crafted jade dong handed to her. It was surprisingly heavy, with a huge bulbous head at one end, and must have measured a good ten inches. Slightly curved, the dildo was so thick she could barely close her hand around its circumference. One thing she knew: once your opponent was plunging it deep inside your cunt you would be in real trouble.