Huyen Nguyen glanced around the lift as it ascended to the 16th floor
of the 20 story, grey concrete Govt. housing commission building in
Napier Street Fitzroy Melbourne. Her mouth curled with disdain. It
hadn't changed since she lived in another similar building on the 6
building site 25 years ago. Her eyes took in an empty wine flagon, used
condoms, vomit, graffiti, discarded syringes, one fluorescent tube
spluttering trying to start, her nostrils the stench of stale urine,
fetid air and the stench of despair.
In the broken mirror she saw the reflection of an immaculately made up,
sensually attractive 40 year old Vietnamese woman. She looked about 30,
with her high cheek bones, 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 covered by an Adeline André skin tight, knee length
black silk crêpe skirt and blazer and cream camisole. Adeline had begun
her career in the House of Christian Dior and now dressed Parisian
actresses and society ladies in her fluid creations, and Huyen
preferred her clothes to those of the other 9 Haute Couture houses of
Paris. Even though this outfit was prêt-à-porter and not custom made,
it had still cost Hong Kong dollars 33,5000 ($4300 USA) on her 6
monthly shopping visit there as she found they had a larger range in
petite sizes than Australia. Her 4 inch heels and sunglasses were Gucci
while her large shoulder bag was the Loius Vuitton Vivienne at
USA$1500. Her perfume was Jean-Paul Gaultier Classique (produced by a
division of Japan's Shiseido). She could also see the outline of Duc,
her bodyguard, who carried a 20 inch machete in a battered sport bag as
insurance against any drug addict who would try to take her jewelery
and knew his brother Tuan similarly armed, sat guarding the Merc.
She knocked at room 166 and Anh, a 15 year old girl, answered. Her eyes
widened as she took in the woman and her clothing, jewelery and
accessories.
Telling Duc to wait outside Huyen said "Wow. What's your name? You're a
pretty little one, aren't you? Yes, you've got taste. That's right;
these clothes are real not fake. Take this jacket and hang it up
properly, and then tell your mother Huyen has come to see her."
As a shy Anh reverentially covered the blazer in a plastic dry cleaners
bag before hanging it the closet, Huyen took in the room. Things had
not changed in 25 years. Vinyl tiles, pale green concrete walls,
exposed hot water heating system, the noise of a Juki industrial sewing
machine coming from the second bedroom. 25 years ago a 15 year old
Huyen was living in a similar situation trying to study and helping her
mother sew 18 hours a day to meet the quotas of the Vietnamese, English
speaking, middleman who dealt with the department stores and shops. At
15 Huyen became the mistress of that 40 year old Vietnamese who learnt
his English translating for the USA army and 6 months later she dumped
him and started out as a middleman herself. Now 90% of the Vietnamese
home sewing was channeled through her and she was ruthless. She
squeezed the lowest prices from her sewers, with payments like 30cents
a tracksuit top, they provided their own thread, she paid late, she put
on unreasonable time limits, but she 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 now Anh's mother Vang was stirring up trouble in the building
trying to organize the sewers to go slow unless Huyen paid more.
Normally Duc and Tuan dealt with the sewers delivering, picking up and
paying, but dissent was like a cancer. It spread fast and it had to be
nipped in the bud personally and quick. The 35 year old Vang entered
the lounge. She had been sewing and was wearing cheap pink shapeless
pyjamas and had the badge of a home sewer, her dusk mask around her
neck. She was about 2 inches shorter than Huyen and about 6 kilo (13
pounds) heavier at 53 kilo(116 pounds) and was a 35C 29 36.She was
taken aback to see Huyen preening herself in the lounge, her tight
camisole showing her flat firm belly, and with no bra, her still firm
tits and hard nipples. One leg was thrust forward forcing the mid thigh
split in her skirt to its widest.
"Where's your respect. I give losers like you, single mothers who can't
speak English a job and you try and bankrupt me by wanting to pay you
more," Huyen accused going on the attack.
"Fuck you," Vang yelled back. "You exploit your own. We were being paid
more 10 years ago. We want to get our fair share and we will get it."
The two exchanged increasingly more angry accusations and insults. Finally Huyen had enough.
"Ok, I'll give you a chance. Take me on with the "contract maker" and
if you win, I pay you 10% more. Lose and you and the others stay on
these rates for 3 years. Although I have to say I'm lowering my
standards as I've never taken on a more ugly woman. I see from your
accent you come from the middle of Vietnam and they say the women from
Hue are the most beautiful, but you are the exception that proves the
rule. Though I see your daughter takes after your ex husband and has
the beauty you don't," goaded Huyen
As Anh blushed and ducked her head when mentioned by Huyen her mother exploded.
"You fucking bitch. You prove it doesn't matter how much money you
have, you can't buy beauty. You think people are scared of you and the
contract maker. Well I'm not, and I'm going to have that 10% and then
force another 20% from you," she screamed.
She slapped Huyen's face. Immediately their hands flew into each
other's hair snarling face to face they shook each other. Stumbling
around in a bizarre waltz they finally overbalanced, tripped, and the
resulting fall to the floor separated them. Quickly jumping to their
feet they charged at one another, slamming their bodies hard together,
wrapping their arms around each other in a mutual bear hug.
"Is this how you want to fight me bitch. Body against body?" Huyen's
lips were so close to Vang's that she practically spat the words into
her mouth.
"What's the matter, are you surprised someone is not scared of the Rich
Huyen and her contract maker?" Their hot breath moistened their red
lips. "If you think your body so much better than mine then lets see
it," screamed Vang as she released her bear hug, stepped back, grabbed
the front of Huyen's camisole and ripped it apart. Although putting on
a display of anger, secretly, Huyen was quite happy as she knew Vang
could now not back down from the contest
"You Bitch, that cost 2 months of your income," shouted Huyen, and she
retaliated by seizing Vang's pyjama top. Buttons flew and Vang's larger
breasts cascaded free exposing her dark large stubby nipples and huge
areolaes. The two quickly stepped out of their bottom garments, Kmart
pyjama bottoms and the Adeline André skirt, quickly freeing themselves
from the garments. Now both stood in black thongs. Surprisingly Vang's
was even tinier than Huyen's imported Lise Charmel pure lace thong.
"Yes bitch, I designed and made them myself. Being a woman is something you can't just buy," boasted Vang
They examined each other's body thoroughly, sizing up their opposition
before they stepped together breast to breast. Brushing their tits
together, both knew this was just a little sexfight foreplay.
"So let me feel what you've got loser." Vang hissed as she put on a
pair of 6 inch platform shoes increasing her height before pressing
against Huyen .
"Believe me cunt; you're going to feel it. I'm going to leave an
imprint of my body across that skinny body of yours." Huyen said as she
started to press her body firmly against Vang. Their hot dark bodies
melded together, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, breast to breast. Each
one accepted their rival's body as they pushed harder and harder
together. Two different shaped bodies were now being forced to compete
against one another. They wrapped their arms around each other in an
attempt to crush their opponent. Each could feel the others rock hard
nipples drilling directly into their own. Their legs wrestled for
position, finally locking together to form a tight figure 8. When their
pubic bones met in a hard press through their now wet thongs, the
squeezing and crushing increased.
"You still think you're woman enough to go against me, bitch?" challenged Huyen in their tight embrace.
"You'll be sorry when you feel my cunt against yours bitch, rubbing it
raw." Their lips were so close that they lightly rubbed together as
they issued their challenges and threats. Untangling their bodies, the
two removed their thongs. Huyen's pubic hair was shaven into a tiny
triangle above her slit, whose long dangling inner lips glistened with
her juices. Vang's was completely bare, plucked not shaven and the bare
skin emphasized her prominent mound and finger thick swollen outer
lips. Facing one another the two came together once again. Their
nipples met head on and after several minutes of unsuccessfully trying
to bend each other's nipples back, finally the thick hard large erect
protrusions of Vang forced Huyen's nipples back into her breasts. In a
fit of anger Huyen smashed her breasts into Vang's in a vain attempt to
save face.
Vang smiled confidently at Huyen and stood like a Kung Fu fighter, one
arm extended and motioned Huyen to come closer. Once again arms and
legs wrapped around each other. Vang's bare skin touched Huyen's shaven
triangle just before a collision of pubic bone against pubic bone.
Thrusting up and into each other, their swollen vaginas fused as the
two Vietnamese women shifted and maneuvered into a position that
allowed their cunts to suck together. The watching Anh could feel her
puffy nipples swelling and her juices start to flow as she watched her
mother take on the woman who had everything they did not have. Of
course she wanted her mother to win, but the other woman was everything
she craved to be; something out of Cleo magazine.
After a few minutes where neither woman could dominate a somewhat surprised Huyen declared, "Its time we got down to business"
She reached over and opened her large Loius Vuitton shoulder bag and
withdrew two black 8-inch dildos and screwed them into the ends of a 6
inch red flexible middle section. The end result was a 22 inch double
dildo - The Contract Maker. Vang's eyes widened, but she was not really
surprised. She had heard about Huyen's method of settling contract
disputes.
"I suppose you think you can out fuck me with that thing," said Vang.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Literally because I'm going
fuck your arsehole till it bleeds after I win" Huyen said emotionlessly
and in a matter of fact tone as she picked up the large object.
Stroking and holding the Contract Maker gave her back some of the
confidence which Vang's lack of fear and strong showing so far had
reduced. Because of her reputation it was 4 years since she had last
had to settle a dispute this way, and for the first time in a fight she
had small doubts.
Offering it to Vang she pretended absolute confidence as she stated.
"This one has winning 56 notches on it from 56 contests and they were
better women than you."
"Then connect us, you bitch!!" Vang was already fingering herself,
widening her hole with two wet fingers of one hand while her other
reached from behind between her legs to receive one end of the dildo.
She stared at Huyen as she eased the black dildo into herself
effortlessly before handing the other end of the object to Huyen. Huyen
brought the dildo in between her legs from behind herself, before she
bent the flexible centre up and started to insert it into her own
pussy. It slid slowly but easily into her dripping wet hole. With most
of the dildo buried in their cunts and uniting them, the two quickly
resumed their crushing bear hug.
"Give us 5 minutes Anh, and let's see who can pull out the dildo and fuck the loser", said a confident Vang.
Huyen decided to use her normal intimidatory methods and she clamped
her vagina muscles tightly around the dong and gave a quick tug,
pulling an inch or so out of Vang's cunt. Caught by surprise, Vang felt
it start to slip from her, but when Huyen was about to give it a second
yank Vang clamped down, pulled back and the dildo slipped from a
surprised Huyen's tight grip and stabilized between the two. The two
gave each other a competitive glare before a total look of
concentration settled on their faces their faces. Both tightened their
grips to their maximum and started a tug or war with the 22 inch
flexible dong. This test of strength lasted for 2 minutes with the
middle red section moving slightly back and forward between the women
with neither managing to gain total control of the Contract Maker.
Then with a couple of savage pulls accompanied by deep groans dragged
from her guts Vang managed 2 successive gains. Despite Huyen's efforts
this time she could not drag the dildo back and Vang then strained and
grunted. The dildo moved slightly again out of Huyen. Using her
stronger thighs with violent hip movements Vang remorselessly extracted
the dildo. She could feel Huyen's nails digging into her arse, feel the
rigidity in her opponent's body, hear her labored breath and smiled. It
was a sure sign that Huyen was at her limit. She strained and grunted
and was rewarded by a large movement of the dildo. Huyen was laboring
to keep it in herself; she could feel the end knob slowly being dragged
along her tunnel close to her inner entrance and could only fight with
all her might as Vang inexorably extracted the dildo from her.
Meanwhile watching breathlessly, Anh had moved her hand down her loose
pyjama bottoms and was frantically teasing her engorged clit, but still
managed to yell out: "Time".
"Fuck", swore Vang robbed of a quick victory by 10 or so seconds, but
she quickly thrust forward to bury the dildo deep into their pussies.
Their cunts actually sealed together as each tried desperately to
control the dildo. They cursed and yelled at each other, screaming out
how much they hated each other. As they spat the words into each
other's mouths their lips rubbed together. Strands of saliva linked
them as their lips touched, then separated. Two red tongues dripping
with spit came out and tangled fiercely together. The two women's
bodies remained tightly entwined, legs twisted and locked together in a
grapevine from ankles all the way to two tightly fused cunts, and
breasts flattened and mushroomed together while wet tongues slithered
against each other.
Clasping Huyen's butt cheeks with her hands Vang drove furiously with
her stronger thighs forcing the dildo rapidly in and out, angling it so
it rubbed against the older woman's clit. She felt the trembling in
Huyen's body fractionally before a moan of pleasure was dragged from
the taller women stiffened body. Three minutes later Huyen was writhing
and screeching again, putty in Vang's hands.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh my Godddddddddddddd, I'm cuuuumming agaaaaaaaiiiiiin"
But the effort of forcing the orgasms from her foe had tired Vang and
as her hip thrusting slowed it gave her time to be aware of the black
dong arousing her clit and cunt, and suddenly she felt her breathing
becoming shallower and quicker as she approached her own orgasm. Huyen
sensed she was coming and fastened her lips on Vang's thick nipples.
"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Vang's voice tailed off as her orgasm
shook through her. It was followed by the high pitched squeal of Anh as
she came too.
Thirty minutes must have passed with several mutual orgasms and both
were rapidly becoming weak in the thighs. Luckily the sofa was there to
catch them when their legs gave way and they fell over sideways. Huyen
lay side by side with Vang, both exhausted and with neither having a
definite advantage. Both cunts still gripped the dildo that linked them
together tightly and their open mouths were sealed together as they
rammed their tongues down each other's throats. Anh now had her mobile
phone out and was taking pictures with one hand as she forced the
fingers of her other hand into her pussy before sucking them and
tasting her pussy juice.
But Vang, despite her earlier control, was loosing strength more
rapidly than her older opponent. Her grip loosened and Huyen was able
to bend her upper body and latch onto a swollen nipple with her lips
while her hand slid between their sweat covered bellies, lower and
lower till her fingers reached Vang's slit. She pried it open and
reached her prize: Vang's clit. With the mutual dildo thrusting, the
nipple suckling and the manual teasing of her clit it was only a matter
of time. With a thunderous scream, Vang came so strongly that as she
writhed and jerked from the orgasm that surged through her, the dildo,
lubricated with their sex flew from their cunts and landed at the feet
of Huyen. She quickly rolled the still twitching Vang onto her belly,
draped her over the arm of the sofa, wrapped her left hand in Vang's
hair at the back of her neck, inserted the wet dildo into her own pussy
before ramming it into Vang doggy style.
There could only be one winner. Vang was trapped. She was impaled by
the double dong that united them, unable to use her legs for leverage
because Huyen was kneeling between them with her feet forcing Vang's
ankles wide apart, and with the grip on her hair pulling her back onto
the dildo. Each thrust gave the tired Huyen renewed strength and vigor
and soon her breasts were jiggling rapidly in time to her rapid machine
gun like thrusts as she knelt between Vang's splayed open thighs,
arching Vang's body as she pulled on her hair like a jockey making sure
a horse doesn't win. At first Vang tried to grip the dildo with her
cunt muscles but with all Huyen's weight driving it into her she had no
hope. After 3 minutes Huyen slowed to a steady rhythmical fucking
burying the dildo into her now moaning opponent, maliciously varying
the angle so that she was stretching Vang's vagina in every direction.
Huyen grunted to herself on each savage pelvic thrust. "Nearly…ungh…
there. Ungh I'm…ungh…. gonna… ngh…hit… ungh….your… ngh…cervix….. ungh….
soon…. ungh….bitch ."
Huyen plunged the dildo in, relaxed her grip so it was embedded in the
unresisting Vang, eased her cunt upwards, regripped and pushed it
deeper into Vang. She continued doing this until the black 8 inches of
one dildo and 3 inches of red connector were forced into the 35 year
old Huyen felt the resistance of Vang's cervix. She went into a frenzy.
Both hands gripped Vang's hips pulling her closer as she uncontrollably
fucked the weeping, sobbing, pleading Vang, reveling in the feel of the
dong striking Vang's cervix with each thrust, enjoying the control,
Vang's animal howlings music to her ears.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo stopppppppppp I giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive uuuuuuuuupppppppppppppppppp"
"Am I better bitch?'
"Yessssssssssssssssssssss"
"Do you work for me at 10% less?"
"Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss just stoppppppppppppppppppp."
Huyen released her grip on the dong and rolled off the doubled up Vang
leaving the quivering dong standing upright from her cunt. Vang's
relief was short lived as Huyen bent the dong into a U shaped, placed
her end against Vang's arsehole and put all her weight behind a brutal
shove. A combination of the power of the thrust and the wetness of the
dildo overcame any resistance offered by Vang's sphincter muscles.
Fucking both her holes with the handheld bent dong she reached around
Vang with her other hand to play tease and pinch the wailing Vang's
nipples and clit. Finally she callously pulled one dildo from Vang's
cunt with a wet plopping sound, inserted into her own eager pussy,
gripped the corners of Vang's mouth with her fingers and excitedly arse
fucked the 35 year old Vietnamese women one metre from her daughter Anh.
"I promised I would fuck the shit out of you", she boasted and with a
final brutal thrust she withdrew and Vang rolled off the sofa and lay
prone on the floor with Huyen standing astride her, the double dong
implanted in her cunt dripping arse juice onto Vang's face. Gripping
the monster dong with both hands she slowly, deliberately worked into
herself until a violent orgasm that shook her so much her tired legs
collapsed and she fell to her knees beside Vang. Reaching down she
slowly withdrew the dildo, and pressed it to Vang's lips.
"Kiss the Contract Maker, bitch"
Standing upright she smiled with undisguised pleasure as she watched
the sobbing Vang crawl slowly to the sanctuary of the bedroom. Walking
ahead she barred the doorway and as Vang crawled between her legs she
unleashed a waterfall of piss on the defeated home sewer. Looking up
from the sodden woman below she saw Anh, her eyes full of admiration,
holding her skirt and jacket and a towel to dry herself with.
Five minutes later as she sat in the car her mobile rang. She answered and smiled as she heard Anh's voice.
"I found your mobile number in the purse you gave me. Please teach me. I want to be like you."