Ngoc adjusted the cream thong guiding it so it sat deep in her crack
yet over her garter belt so that she could remove it easily if needed.
I could see her small tuft of black hair through the lace of the
expensive French lingerie as she arranged her waist chain so it hung
outside her suspender belt and thong. She straitened her black
stockings, attached her thick gold ankle chain and put on her high heel
platform shoes so popular with the Vietnamese. Taking her small breast
in her hand she teased her quite large nipples erect before sliding the
thin gold rings down to their base where they acted as miniature cock
rings maintaining the nipples erectness.
I could never get tired of watching her prepare herself or get over how
this 45 year old Vietnamese woman had changed from a shy self-conscious
woman whose husband had taken up with someone else in Australia while
she waited in Vietnam, before callously sponsoring her and their
children to Australia so that the children could start their life in
the land of Oz. She had changed from seeing herself made worthless as a
woman by her husband's treatment into a person whose goal in life was
to become the most feminine, sensuous, horny and sexy she could be. In
her eyes she was no longer a thin 95 pound small titted, bow legged
woman. She had been transformed like a caterpillar into a butterfly.
All it took was encouragement, praise, making her feel needed and
wanted as a person and a woman and subtle guidance. Yes, that and the
lies that made her believe no other woman could cum as often as her,
have as big a clit or whatever she needed to hear. She was one of nine
middle aged Vietnamese woman whom I had been involved with and all had
been active sexual partners willing to do anything to satisfy. I
reflected on how stupid middle aged Vietnamese men were. They ignored
women like Ngoc to marry and bring out to Australia a young,
unsophisticated 19 old bride from Vietnam hoping to impress her and
keep her subservient with their house and money.
Forty minutes before dressing Ngoc had been trembling so hard she had
trouble dialing my wife's number. I was fucking her doggy style and the
intensity of what she was experiencing both mentally and physically
meant that it took her four attempts to dial the correct number. When I
could hear it ringing I reached around her bucking hips that were
trying to take me deeper with every backward thrust she gave and played
with her clit. Finally the ringing stopped. My ex wife Hien picked up
the phone.
"Hello, Hien speaking".
She was greeted by the deep sobbing and moaning sounds of Ngoc coming before she collapsed drained and exhausted on the bed
Later that day we arrived at my old house as I had arranged to collect
some of my possessions still there. Hien was shocked to see Ngoc with
me but her former class mate at the adult English classes confidently
strode in uninvited. Stepping past Hien she pointedly did not remove
her shoes thus insulting Hien as the Vietnamese custom was that
visitors removed their shoes before entering. She sat down allowing her
wrap around dress to part revealing not only her stockings and garter
straps but her cream thong. Both she and Hien knew she had scored
first, as Hien was unprepared for her visit and was wearing only an old
track suit and with no makeup
"Get out of my house, bitch, or I'll make it worse for Greg in the property settlement"
"I don't think so, Hien", replied Ngoc holding up a Vietnamese
passport. Greg didn't destroy your original passport like you thought.
Maybe you want to explain to Immigration your change of name. It was
true. Hien had used a common trick used by Asians and maybe other
minority groups in Australia. She was visiting on a tourist visa only,
when a second cousin Hien had unfortunately drowned in an accident. The
death had not been reported and Thu now Hien had taken her identity.
Easy to do as the original Hien had no job or non Vietnamese friends
and the use of both their original family name and their married family
name by Vietnamese women further confused identification. Examining the
pile of ironing Ngoc selected a pair of Hien's panties and held them up
laughing
"Don't worry Greg; you don't have to put up with this any longer.
You've got a woman now who is proud to be feminine for her man and
satisfy him totally in bed", she taunted as the defeated Hien fled the
room.
Her hand sought her clit and she slowly pleasured herself, the pace
increasing as she became more aroused, accompanied by soft whimpering
of delight. The halter neck of her dress was pushed aside so she could
caress the exposed breast. Soon her loud moans of ecstasy echoed around
the room as she came.
"Do you recognize that sound, bitch? That was me cumming on the phone today as your husband fucked me"
She was interrupted by the reappearance of Hien wearing a black thong,
stockings and suspender belt and a bra that left her thick nipples
completely uncovered. Her shoes were even taller than Ngoc's further
magnifying her height superiority. It was a complete surprise for me
because although Hien was an insatiable lover, she was reluctant to
participate in my clothing fantasies. I had given up trying to
encourage her to wear things like she had on now knowing she only did
because she was scared of not being fucked and not because she wanted
to. The complete opposite of Ngoc who liked other women to know how
little she wore underneath and how expensive it was. It was obvious
Hien had kept some at least of my purchases.
"I'm going to show Greg you're a cheap gutter slut. Now he can see what
he's missing; a body that's hot and a woman who can outfuck middle aged
whore", she hissed
"Just remember how good I felt every day at the Language School
standing beside you carrying your husband's jism inside me, because
every morning after he left you he would fuck me and drive me to the
Language center, and how I'll feel good when I outfuck you here",
replied Ngoc
"As good as I felt when I beat you in the beauty contest at the
Christmas breakup, whore, and as good as I'll feel when you swallow my
piss after I make you cum."
Its funny different cultures different ways of achieving the same
outcome. From what I've read, never having seen a USA sexfight,
American women celebrate victories by face smothering their opponent
into unconsciousness with their tits or arse. What I do know from my
own experience that Filipinas celebrate by fisting or double fisting
their dominated opponent, and that Vietnamese humiliate by pissing over
the face of their defeated rival and forcing them to swallow their
golden juice.
"Don't make me laugh. That will be my piss stain on your carpet to
match the cum I left in every room when I took him in your house when
you were at work as proof I am better than you."
The two circled wanting to come to grips. Hien instinctively awakened
inferiorities in Ngoc's mind as she thrust her tits out at her enemy,
caressed her thick nipples rigid to their maximum and extended and
stroked her long legs seductively, knowing that Ngoc could not match
them.
"See Greg can't take his eyes off me. You can take your hooker's clothes off now and compare bodies or I'll rip them off you."
It was true. If you tastes didn't extend to pneumatic penthouse bodies,
then Hien was what you would want. High, firm 34c tits with thick
stubby nipples on a slim, lithe, taller than average Asian body with
lean shapely legs. A body that looked far younger than her 42 years.
Pity about the face which still bore the scars from the severe acne she
had as a teenager. Yet Ngoc's confidence in her sexuality and her
attractive face and very prominent cunt mound overcame the deficiencies
of her less firm, smaller tits, thin bandy legs and middle aged belly
which she displayed as she took off her halter neck dress.
Hien struck first before Ngoc had completely shed her dress seizing
Ngoc's short hair and pulling her head back. She arrogantly
demonstrated the greater length of her legs as she held Ngoc captive
before showing the softness in Ngoc's belly by seizing it with one hand
and shaking it while she flexed her own stomach into a flat muscular
board. Finally she placed her hard chunky nipple against Ngoc's quickly
establishing the great difference in size, before releasing Ngoc's hair
and seizing her in a bear hug drilling her nipples into Ngoc's
inverting them and driving them back into her flattened 31B tits. At
the same time she started humping her cunt into Ngoc's their pussies
separated only by the sheer silk and lace of their cream and black
thongs.
"See the hard on my body is giving him. And my sex drive is even
stronger and better than my body, slut. Are you proud of your inferior
body now? How will you feel when Greg hears you plead to me to make you
cum? That right cunt, you'll beg to cum knowing you'll lose and swallow
my piss in front of him"
Using the leverage her greater height gave her she forced Ngoc
backwards to the floor and straddled her pinning her shoulders and arms
with her knees. With one hand she took one of Ngoc's breasts and gently
stroked the skin away from the nipple stretching and holding it so the
nipple and areole were standing proud. With her other hand she started
stroking, kneading, squeezing and caressing the nipple. Deliberately
she stimulated it lightly tracing her fingers over the surface of the
aroused nipple and areole. The reaction was instantaneous, partly due
to the fact that I had concentrated upon building her self esteem with
the thing that Ngoc was most ashamed of when I met her: her small tits
with the wide stubby out of proportion nipples. In every love making
session I spent time playing with her tits and nipples praising them.
When she came I would always suck on her nipples and make her yell how
proud she was of them. Her first presents from me were quarter cut bras
that exposed her nipples and the gold rings she slid on to maintain her
nipple erections. Soon she had disposed of her hard Asian bras proud
for every one to see the size and shape of her nipples. All these
things were designed to make her give up her inhibitions and believe in
me.
With her mind believing her nipples were far more sensitive than other
women's it had became fact and created a self generating circle. Her
response to nipple stimuli increased and strengthened the belief I had
created that her breasts were special and caused a more stronger
reaction the next time which increased her belief which caused a
greater reaction and so on. Even Hien was surprised by the immediate
response of Ngoc when her already hard nipples lengthened, areole
swelled and whose breathing became shallow. Moving swiftly she grabbed
each wrist and slid her body down so that she could take a nipple in
her mouth. If her fingers had aroused Ngoc then the skillful use of her
lips and tongue sent her wild. Her breathing became quicker and labored
and uncontrolled moans came from her mouth. From where I was sitting I
could see the dark patch of love juice spreading across her thong.
Hien was enjoying her control. She stopped using her tongue and held
her mouth centimeters from Ngoc's nipple, her breath still caressing
the stiff organ.
"What does the slut want me to do to her other nipple?"
"SUUUCCKKK ITTTTTTT"
"But I can only do that if I hurt this nipple first. Do you want that, whore?"
I was astounded. Here was Hien doing everything I had wanted when we
were married. Was this the same woman who had walked away from
challenges in the past and allowed other women to put her down knowing
she would not respond?
"Yes but suck it quick" Ngoc managed to say between her moans
Hien lowered her lips and took the aroused nipple in her lips. Teasing
she flicked her tongue over its erect length giving pleasure before
sinking her teeth into the sensitive organ. Ngoc's cry of pain echoed
round the room as Hien shook her head like a dog with a bone. After
about 15 seconds she stopped and before Ngoc had time to realize the
pain had stopped she had the other nipple imprisoned between her lips
and was rapidly stimulating it with her tongue. She settled into a
steady rhythm. With the nipple between her lips she would suck, then
flick with her tongue and gently scrape with her teeth before taking
the complete areole in her mouth and licking the entire sensitive area.
Ngoc's body was humping against hers so Hien slid off the prostrate
woman and ripped her sodden cream thong from her. Now she attacked
Ngoc's cunt beneath her wet matted bush spreading it open and touching
and manipulating her pulsating clit. Shudders of delight ran through
Ngoc's body, involuntary twitches that Hien monitored.
All the time she was talking to the spread-eagled Ngoc..
"Do you want me to stop."
"Noooooooooooooooo"
"I will unless you tell me you're a ugly, cheap sluttish whore".
"I'm an ugly, cheap sluttish whore"
"Whose better than you bitch?"
"You"
"Do you want me to fuck you like the dog you are?"
"Yeeeeeessssssss"
"Beg to make me make you cum".
Please Please fuck me and make me cum
Instead of taking her over the top Hien stepped away
"Get up bitch. I haven't humiliated you enough yet"
Standing up against her Hien took Ngoc's hand and guided it to her cunt.
"I don't want this all one way. I want you to strive to win and fail. Show me what you can do before I take you and finish it"
Desperately, frantically Ngoc worked on Hien ignoring the arousal in
her own loins she strove to have an effect on Hien. Momentarily Hien
relaxed as the pleasure surged through her. Seizing her chance Ngoc
pushed her backwards hoping at least to gain top position when they
fell. Caught off guard in falling Hien struck her head against the
dining table. She came to with her hands bound to the table legs with
her and Ngoc's thongs.
With Hien helpless Ngoc repaid her back. She used her tongue
relentlessly on her clit even forcing Hien's legs wider to give her
greater penetration inside the love tunnel itself. Her long fingers
penetrated Hien searching for that elusive g spot. Just as Hien had
done to her she brought her close to orgasm before stopping only to
recommence a short time later. Sweat poured from Hien as she writhed on
the floor, half from pleasure, and half from trying to escape. Sitting
astride Hien Ngoc took one of my ex wife breasts in her hand and rubbed
the thick nipple against her clit reveling in the look of hatred in
Hien's eyes.
"See how strong is my need for sex", she gloated "and you're going to provide it as I prove you inferior"
Climbing on top of Hien she joined their pussies. Although Hien had the
better body Ngoc's mound was far more prominent and using her dominant
upper position she fucked her with her pelvis driving it into Hien's
before raking it the length of her rival's wet red raw cunt. She
adjusted her position so her larger cunt engulfed Hien's and her clit
was rubbing against Hien's. She reached around and entered Hien with
her long fingers from behind finding the g spot she had located
earlier. Then using her stomach and pelvis muscles she rapidly vibrated
her clit while her fingers stimulated Hien's G spot. This time she did
not stop. Not when she heard the pre cum moans from Hien. Not when she
felt the warmth of Hien's juices flowing into her own cunt. Not when
she felt the spasms that shot through Hien's body as she came. Not when
she heard Hien's pleas to stop.
When she did stop it was only to move so she could again use her tongue
on Hien's clit and use those long finger to simultaneously enter her
cunt and anus and finger fuck her to another. Using all the techniques
at her disposal she ruthlessly raped the tied defenseless woman.
Finally after an hour and a half she rolled the semi conscious Hien
onto a pillow made from Hien's most expensive clothes before squatting
over her face. Reaching between her legs she masturbated herself to a
climax inches from Hien's face. First her cum dropped onto Hien's face
and then as the full effect of her victory struck her she directed an
orgasmic spray of her yellow piss into her prisoner's open mouth before
covering her face and clothes.
"Every time you see me from now on remember how I fucked you"